--- Reader P.O.V. ---
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you darted home from school, your feet moving as fast as they could possibly carry you. Why were you crying? Today was your birthday. Wasn't that big of a deal, the one day out of the year that is meant you got to celebrate your making it one year more in the hard world you had learned to call home.
Your birthday was only terrible when the kids at your school made it terrible for you. It may not have seemed like it, but you weren’t very popular among your class mates and had only a handful of people you could call friends. Before today you were never really bothered, but you guess you had missed a memo and it had turn from an average Monday to “Pick on _______,” day.
The whole day of school consisted of small pranks to make you look foolish, teasing, name calling and even a little physical harm during gym. To say the least, you were worn out, and now that you were out of school and away from the town, you no longer had a reason to keep up the walls that had kept you from crying threw the day.
Slowly you came to a walk as you tried to wiped away your tears only for them to be replaced by new ones just second later. The only reason you were crying now was because you knew if you held it in for to long, you would just become depressed and that was something you told yourself you were never going to let happen, not like your mother. NEVER like your mother.
Eventually your tears got to the point where you had to come to a stop or risk walking blindly down a dirt road and hoping for the best. You had picked not risking any wounds, because there was no one who would be able to help you home if something happen. As evenly as you could you shuffled your way over to the side of the path and leaned against one of the many trees that lined the way to your home.
At least you had the forest to comfort you, with its soft breezes, hooting of distant owls and the last chirps of the few birds that were still out while the sun got ready to make way for the moon. The heavy yet light sent of pine that carried on the wind as it ran threw your (h/l) (h/c) hair like flowing water. With that, your let your sobs muffled into sniffs as you just sat there and listened, letting your breaths even out till there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the sounds of the forest around you. That was till you head the crack of a twig behind you.
When you heard the twig you whipped your head around, your eyes wide at the sudden sharp sound that was so close you were surprised you didn't see someone standing behind you when you turned to look. Slowly you got to your feet, your body as stiff as a board and a ready to move if you were in any danger. With one last hint of curiosity, your turned around and peaked behind the tree, but when you saw nothing, you just sighed and turned back around, ready to leave.
You almost missed the out of place daisy laying across the ground in front of you. You would have stepped on it if the sudden white didn't stand out like a sore thumb against the brown of the ground.
Quickly you gave a glance around, your eyes holding as much skepticism as anyone would before you slowly bent down and picked up the flower, cautiously giving it a small sniff. A smile bloomed across your face as you gave a childish giggle.
Almost as quickly as you had picked up the flower you were back on your feet, holding the daisy in your hand gently before tucking it behind your ear with care, another small giggle erupting from you before you picked up your school bag which you had tossed to the side and begun your way home again, a huge smile planted on your face as you went.
“Well thank you to whoever gave it to me!” You called out one last time before you turned back towards your house and took off at a light jog towards your cozy cabin. Suddenly eager to get home.
---Slendy P.OV. ---
“Welcome ______.” I muttered to myself after she had made it a good ways down the road, knowing that it would be a bad idea to say it aloud to her.
It had been a while since I had had to go to the daisy field deep within the bounds of the forest, but today seemed like as good of a time as any. I couldn't help but find some way to cheer her up, I didn't even have to ask why she was crying to know that. It was such a shame I was going to have to eat her eventually though, my stomach wouldn't settle on deer and small creatures of the forest for much longer.
I hated to say it would be sad to see her go, but it was the truth after all, so there was no reason in hiding it. If only there were a way to keep her, like as a pet of sorts. I was sure it was possible, but not many humans could get past the barrier that protected the creepy-pasta hideout, and even if they did manage, it took humans longer then you could imagine to get use to things such as us, and humans didn't live very long anyway.
“My dear child, you would make a marvelous pet, but would you be worth the time?” I mused to myself as I made my way threw the trees after her, the thought still plaguing my mind.
Normally I would have eaten her long before now, I had never let a victim live so long after starting the hunt, but for some reason when ever I saw a chance to eat, my mind told me it was a bad idea, and that if I ate her it would be like eating a Larkspur. Beautiful to look at but deadly to eat, and even though I knew she wasn't I restrained from taking a bite. I just couldn't lower myself this time, so my hunger would have to wait. Once my thoughts cleared I begun my stroll after her like I normally did when she took off, my mind wondering back to exactly why I wasn't able to eat her like all my other victims.
“H-hey Slendy,” I nearly jumped hearing my name, quickly I shot my gaze up to see the same girl I was following. I had forgotten how long my own stride was, so it seemed I caught up much faster then I had anticipated.
I felt what I could only assume was anxiety come over me as I slowly tried to take a few steps back in an attempt to get away, but I seemed to have been failing as she took a few steps towards me with each step I took away.
--- Reader P.O.V. ---
You eyes were the size of saucers when you turned around to see that none of then Slenderman on your tail. He didn't seem to be paying attention though, for he didn't even stop walking when you came to a halt. As you looked closer it looked as if he was gazing over the ground so out of slight worry, you called out to him.
Your suspicions seemed to be correct because the second he heard you call out, his head shot up and after a second of awkward silence he took a few steps back, making it all to clear to you that he indeed wasn't paying attention and hadn't intended for you to spot him at all.
“N-no wait, d-don't go..” You croaked out, not exactly sure why you didn't want him to go.
After a few more seconds of a quiet stare down, you slowly made your way forward till you were only a few inches away. That was when you reached your hand out, and laced it together with his what you assumed to be a gloved hand.
You watched as the creature tensed up and the long tentacles that protruded from his back lashed around aggressively - yet never coming near you. Instead they found heavy interest in the ground and planted themselves there, making the creature look more like a spider then a man.
“You gave me the daisy, right? T-thank you...” You murmured, taking the chance to get a better look at your follower before hesitantly letting go and continuing on your walk home.
“Why...” You jumped slightly at the sudden question, you hadn't expected something with no mouth to speak. Slowly you turned around, tilting your head ever so slightly to show you didn't understand what he was asking of you.
You watched with curious eyes as he seemed to tense even more before turning his head slightly away from you and shifting as if uncomfortable. You weren’t sure what he had to be uncomfortable about, though you could only assume it was because he hadn't had much contact with other people before.
“Why... why were you crying.” He paused, as if not sure that was the question he wanted to be asking.
Your eyes went wide at the question before you gave a small smile and giggled, taking the creature off guard for a second though he seemed to relax at your laughter and waited patiently for you to respond.
“Just a bad day at school.” You murmured, turning around so you were fully facing him, having a feeling that you were going to be here for a bit.
“Hmm,” He hummed before taking a small step forward, lighting running one of his tentacles over a bruise that had formed on your leg, causing you to wince and with a hiss of pain pull back.
You watched as he quickly retracted his appendage and then tilt his head down slightly as if ashamed he had caused you pain. With small smile you got back into your original position and lifted your hands, waving them from side to side in front of you.
“It's alright, I just wasn't expecting there to be pain. I suppose the hockey stick hit me harder then I had thought.” You smiled, looking over him as he lifted his head slightly so he was looking at you, or so you assumed, before taking a step forward and scooping you up in his arms, causing you to let out a surprised squeak.
“W-what are you-”
“Its bad to walk on injures.” He cut you off quickly, his voice hushed as he begun to make his way forward with his tentacles supporting him as he went, making him look like a gigantic spider as he walked along the dirt path towards your house.
--- Slendy P.O.V. ---
I let out a small inward sigh as I walked forward with the girl securely held in my arms. It felt nice to talk to a human after so long. It was the first time in years that a human hadn't instantly fled from my presence, and it was the first time in century’s that I had felt the touch of a hand on mine without it being hostile.
“Th...thank you...” I pulled myself from my mind when I heard the girl mumble and then proceed to nuzzle her face into my chest as a cool breeze passed threw the air. It was times like these I was happy I didn't have a face, because now I could watch as she drifted off into sleep without her realizing it.
I came to a slow halt and adjust her when she went limp, drifting off into the world of dreams I wish I could enter sometimes. The only reason I didn't was because nightmares couldn't dream dreams, the could only make more nightmares, or that was at least how I saw it.
Dreams were pointless, when you were a Slenderman.