I was a young girl
with long black hair and a petite red dress, and a cute red hair-band. I lived
in a great, big, wooden cottage in the middle of a grey forest. Very rarely did
I see people in the forest, let alone children. But when I did see children, I
was very happy. I’d go out and play with them. The children never stayed for
long though. They were either frightened of me or stayed away, or they just
disappeared eventually. But there were two boys that did not mind the fact I
lived in a forbidden forest and that I had slightly morbid tendencies. I liked
them a lot. They were my first friends.
The older boy had
chestnut hair and eyes, and wore a plain white shirt with denim overalls, with
one strap hanging loose from his shoulder. His younger brother had darker hair,
almost black like mine, and wore a red shirt and knee-length, brown pants. They
lived in a village near to my forest and stumbled upon me by chance one day.
Though they were told time and time again not to go near the forest by their
parents, they would visit me every day just to play with me. I was their little
secret as they were mine.
But one day they
visited me while I was still inside my home. I was in my bedroom upstairs and
they saw me through the window. Though I was afraid we would get caught, I
opened my window and hurried them to come inside before ‘daddy’ would see. So
they were let into my home and we played for a while. But once I heard ‘daddy’
come back home, I had to rush them out the window and had them carefully climb
down. ‘Daddy’ doesn’t like it when strangers are in the house. He doesn’t like
strangers at all.
The moment the boys
disappeared from plain sight, running back to their village, there was a knock
on my door. ‘Daddy’ entered, looming and tall, so much so he reached the
ceiling and he had to hunch. His tentacles were twisting and twirling behind
him, restless, as if he was disturbed. He took a look outside my window then
turned to me and I smiled as innocently as I could. Once his tendrils calmed
down, his faceless mask softened as well and a large tentacle patted me on the
head. I loved ‘daddy’ but it can get rather lonely sometimes when everyone’s
afraid of Slenderman.
Yes I was Slenderman’s child and
I really enjoyed the Dream. The way Slendy was so affectionate with me, and
protective of me. It made me wonder if I was really his biological, monstrous
child or just some child he kidnapped and liked having around. Or perhaps I was
demonically possessed and he adopted me for that interest in me. Or perhaps I
was a normal child who was already dead, but resurrected due to Slendy’s
supernatural powers; cus he was awfully lonely himself and needed someone to
play with. Asides from all this, what is up with the iconic girl with black
hair and red dress? Is it really symbolism for something pure evil?
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