![]() His mothers ‘private studies’ was the place he feared the most ever since he was ten. HIS woods? The last time he was in a place that was not his, he was beaten to the brink of his life. “I am Slenderman, I know your memories the moment you stepped in my woods.” “My bat!” grabbed it and hugged it tightly, not realizing the tall mans tendril still wrapped around it. By the way,” another of his tendrils pulled out your beloved bat. After the torture they put you through, they deserved it. You are far from it.” The faceless man said, er, thought? Telekinetically communicating throughout each others mind? Sure, let’s go with the last one. I really am insane if this is the real deal- thought blankly. And how would I be upside down and not falling? Ugh, my head hurts. Should I be scared? Is this a hallucination from my sick mind, or the drugs? No, this can’t be a hallucination, it feels real. Yup, those are tendrils.Įither the drugs haven’t fully worn out, or I really am Insane. a tendril? No suction cups, check, abyss black, check, connected to a faceless creature wearing a tuxedo, check. A yawn ripped out of his mouth, followed by a scream when something wrapped around his ankles. He loved the woods, but he didn’t want to sleep without, at least, a sleeping bag. He was dead tired, he killed a bunch of people, lit a psych ward on fire, and was in an unknown forest that he didn’t remember entering. The drugs had worn off, at least worn off enough for to realize the predicament he was in. I’ll follow him until he’s mind is cleared from those killing drugs. ![]() And it’s my duty to protect them, I suppose. He doesn’t even remember going into these woods! He’s going to get himself killed. Does he not notice me? Those doctors probably drugged him so much he doesn’t even know where he is. do I? I should kill him now and put him out of his misery. Why is this child wandering through the forest like that? He could easily get caught! Wait, why do I even care? I don’t. Because of his distracted, drug affected daze, didn’t notice the static in the background looking through private memories and following him. It was like the doctors were trying to make his brain into scrambled eggs with how many drugs they put him on. The drugs from the ward still in effect to his brain. Neatly combed so he didn’t ‘look like a caveman.’ He seemed to care more about that, than caring about looking utterly insane. His hair didn’t match the rest of his appearance. Walking around the woods in a ripped up straight jacket, white yoga pants, and no shoes. ![]() The other guys could fend for themselves. Set the place on fire after killing all the doctors and nurses. So, he did the only sane thing he could think of. The walls and floors were dull, the beds uncomfortable, the food as disgusting as McDonald’s green slime covered chicken nuggets, no one to have an intellectual conversation with, and the same clothes for the ‘patients’ made feel like they were trying to reap him of his identity. A lawyer managed to get him the mentally insane plee. He had slaughtered his parents with his beloved baseball bat. snapped (like any and every normal guy turn creepypasta EVER). ![]() The mother physically abusing him for being so much like his ‘pathetic excuse of a father.’ One day, just. Father neglecting him and verbally abused him when he did pay attention. was an only child, suffering at the hands of two abusive parents. That’s how he ended up in this predicament. hair length, - hair color, - eye color I’ll have myself tested on the day of the week that doesn’t end with y. I might be going insane for writing this.
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