I woke up to the sensation of having to vomit. Perfect feeling btw 💀. I sat up in my bed and looked out the window. It was still night time surprisingly, I then quickly pushed myself of the bed and ran out my door to the bathroom. Holding my mouth I finally reached the toilet and put my h/c hair into a high bun.

Leaning over the toilet I hadn't thrown up but a red substance started dripping down into the toilet.

*drip*

*drip*

I put my hand up to my nose and felt the wet goo spilling out. By the sight of the large amount of blood I leaned back against the wall and fell in and out of consciousness. My head filled with static and loud voices yelling back and fourth.

Then to a painful burning sensation on my neck. What the fuck is happening.

Me and my other three co workers found our way out of the clearing heading towards y/n's house. In this mission we were assigned to give her the proxies mark symbolizing she is owned by the slenderman.

I climbed through the top window from climbing the near by tree, Hoodie and Toby going downstairs making sure no one could I interrupt the process. And lastly Kate going into the upstairs to check her state of health.

I looked Into the window seeing y/n leaned against the wall with blood on her clothes and running down her nose. Was she already getting slender sickness?

I watched in the window in case she came back out of her sleeping state and tried to escape. I soon saw the door nob turn and Kate slip in.

This was going to work.

I could smell blood all the way from the girls bedroom. From what I have heard about her she's actually pretty cool. I would love to meet her, but not when I most likely have to kill her if she wakes up.

I followed the scent that I so craved to the bathroom.

When I stepped in I saw masky crouched on a tree branch near by the window and gave him a thumbs up. I walked towards the h/c body. She had thick black eyelashes and plump lips. A little acne but she was still decent looking. Blood running down her face and onto her clothing. I wanted to tare her to shreds, only because of the blood lust.

I walked towards her body and pulled down her shirt by her neck and got out my pocket knife while opening it she moved a little. I froze, not wanting to wake her up I watched her eyes move a little under her eye lids but then go still. I let out a small sigh from under my mask.

I soon started with a small circle and then wiped away any blood. And then two diagonal lines.

I stood up and closed my pocket knife. And then headed back to the door and heading back downstairs.

"Mmmh" I grunted while opening my eyes. I saw the toilet with blood droplets on it and felt dried blood on my hands. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor had made my butt dumb so it hurt to stand up. I was a little wobbly but whatever.

"What the fuck happened?" I groaned. I looked out the window to it being sun rise.

I couldn't remember anything.

Probably just another nose bleed. I thought to myself. I went to the cabinet and grabbed a towel to wipe away the blood in the bathroom and on myself.

I walked out of the bathroom and headed to my room, plopping down on my bed. I wrapped the blankets around me, the warmth consumed me. Then I fell asleep.

Drifting off to a dream forming in my head.

I was laying in my old bed, my stuffed animals surround me making a nest. It was winter so it felt pretty cold in my room decorated with Disney princess designs (yk early 2000's shi).

I heard my bedroom door creek open. My heart stopped and my stomach dropped. I shut my eyes so tight I thought they would go down my throat. I felt weight on my bed as the smell of cigarettes filled the air. He grabbed my waste. And then up. He slipped his hand under my night gown and went on top of me. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. He just smiled. He grabbed both of my hands into his and his other traveling my body felt so wrong. How could I let this happen? I'm dirty now. I felt disgusted in myself.

I looked to the other side of the room. Dad would be here to protect me. But they kicked him out for that reason. He almost killed him. And yet here he was. Again and again.

The shadow in the corner of the room turned Into a little girl, green eyes and a pink dress. She looked at him, and then me. She looked disgusted and angered. She then whispered. "You didn't want him to play with you did you... I didn't want him to play. I will help you." She slowly began to smile. He stopped. He froze, he slowly stood up and grabbed the pocket knife out of his pocket and stabbed himself. Over and over. With the little girl smiling more and more. Feeding off his pain. Me feeding off his pain...

End of dream.

*gasp* I shot up out of my blankets. No nononono not again. The nightmares. They were gone. They went away away what happened?! I slipped off the bed and went to my drawer under my night stand then pulled it out aggressively trying to find the medication. Then I saw the orange bottle and then opened it hoping it to erase my dream. I slipped two in my mouth without any liquids and sat on the ground waiting for the memories to slip away.

Thank God.

I slowly stood up and sat on my bed. Picking up my phone. It was . And yet again there was a shit ton of messages from the groupchat.

Fuck me.