Slendy Chapter 1 Introductions

Everything...my whole life...it all changed on that one night. That one night... The night I almost died. But I didn't die. Him...he saved me. I thought he would kill me afterwards, but he didn't. And now...now what?

My name is Clair. I'm sixteen years old. Average white girl, medium lenght light brown hair, brown eyes. I live with my mom and dad. Speaking of which...this probably wouldn't have happened if it weren't for them.

The sun had just set. It was about seven in the afternoon. My mom noticed that we didn't have any milk. You'd think she would go get it. She would get out of the house and drive the car over to the store a few streets away, but no... "Clair! Can you do me a favor?" I sighed, rolling off my bed. I was almost done with reading this chapter! "Yes mom?" "Could you run to the store to buy more milk?"

I sighed again. What choice did I have? I put my vest on, slipped on my running shoes and walked out the door. This was a good neighborhood most of the time, so it was safe for a teenage girl to walk around here at night. Right..?

I made it to the store after a walk of about twenty minutes. I made my way up to the aisle where the dairy products were and obtained the milk. After an argument with the cashier due to a badly indicated price, I paid, put the milk in the bag and headed off towards home sweet home.

As I walked home, I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds of the fresh night. The crickets were chirping, my footsteps were echoeing off the concrete of the sidewalk, a few cars were rolling by in the distance...everything was nice. So why did I feel so nervous? No, something wasn't right.

I turned the corner of the next street, walking under a lamp post. I froze, inside the circle of light, when I heard a voice. "Hey! You there, beautiful. What are you doing outside so late?" My breathing sped up and I dared to look behind me. Standing there, there was a man. He was in his mid thirties, most likely. Dark hair and a filthy shirt. By the way he was smiling and staggering around, I'd say he was drunk.

"I'm sorry sir, but I have to go." I turned around and started walking away. I sped up when I noticed that he was still following me. His dragging footsteps behind me... He spoke again. "Aw come on baby. Get back over here! Let's talk for a bit." I turned around again. "I said no!"

But I didn't look where I was going as I did so. Next thing I knew, I was sitting on the sidewalk, the wind knocked out of me and my bag of groceries laying in a nearby bush. I hadn't seen the stop sign at the street corner. Before I could get up or even react, a strong hand gripped my hair, pulling me up.

"Ow! Let me go!" I struggled, but the drunk man's grip was too strong. "Hehehe... it's rude to run from people who are trying to have a conversation, you know that?" I gasped when I heard a small clicking sound and saw the blade he was holding against my neck. "I think you need to be taught a lesson." I screwed my eyes shut, grinding my teeth together. Mom you lazy...Oh this is all your fault!

Right as I tought I was going to die...I heard a voice. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." It was a male voice, low and strong. What made me shudder was a distinct british accent to it. I opened my eyes and looked at the man that still held me. He was suddently pale...very pale... His eyes were fixated on something behind me.

Finding some loose in his grip, I broke free. I turned around and finally looked upon my savior's face...or...well... a lack of one. I gasped, now staring as the drunk man was. He stood inhumanly tall, about eight feet tall for sure. Dressed in slick black pants and a black sweater. His skin was as pale as snow. What intrigued me the most, and actually scared me by now, was that lack of a face. That feature was burned into my mind. Nothing but a blank, white shape. Only small dips indicated eye sockets. His nose was incredibly fine and his lips were nearly invisible. It was only from his slight snarl that I could tell he had a mouth. And his teeth...they were inhumanly sharp.

In the instant that it took for me to capture the strange man's every detail, the drunk one regained whatever senses he had and grabbed hold of my shoulder, pulling me back towards him. His knife was no longer at my throat, dropped to the ground moments ago. Still, his hold was slowly choking me.

"I...I don't know what this is... but you better go on your way, or else!" The mysterious man took a step forward. The hold around my neck tightened. "Kid! Come on! Halloween was months ago! Quit it!" An other step. The drunk man said nothing more.

What I saw next, both frightened me and gained my curiosity even more. Long black limbs, dark like the night sky, extended from the faceless man's back. They curled a bit in the air. He looked around at them, almost admiring them slowly, before he took an other step. The drunk man threw me to the ground and started to run. I blinked and the other, now most certainly clearly not human, was by his side. Tentacles wrapped around my assailant, who was left speechless, not even screaming. I watched in horror and facination as the man was thrown against the sidewalk, hard. A loud crack echoed through the night and blood slowly stained the sidewalk.

The faceless man leaned over him, letting a tentacle hover over, before he turned back to me. I held my breath, curling up slightly on the ground. I thought he was going to come for me next...

But no, a fine, bony white hand was offered to me. I looked back up into the face of who I now understood was my savior. He seemed...nervous? A slow electrical hum started to build in my ears, almost comforting. I took a deep breath and accepted the help. I noticed that one of his tentacles had fished my bag of groceries out of the bush, handing it back to me.

I stared at the bag, unable to see anything but the tentacle holding it. He seemed to understand this. With his free hand, he took the bag. I looked in awe as the eight black tentacles slowly dissapeared into his back. He presented the bag to me again. I took it this time.

As I looked back to his lack of a face, I noticed a light pink tinge to his otherwise white cheeks. I blinked and blushed as well when I noticed that we were still holding hands. Awkwardly backing away, I stumbled to find a response. "Um...t-thank you. Um...sir..." "Call me Slendy." I shuddered. That accent...

After a few instants of silence, I finally understood what he was waiting for. "Oh, um...my name is Clair." He nodded. "Well then Clair, I'll be seeing you." A lone black tentacle emerged from his back and wrapped around the drunk man. I don't know how he did it, but he vanished. He took the limp body with him too. He had been standing right there and now he was gone. I fell to the ground for the third time, right here in that same spot.

"Slendy..." The name rolled off my tongue rather nicely. I shook my head. I don't even want to think about what he was going to do with that man...that man that I now understood was dead. He was dead...and I was...not. But it would have been the other way around...if not for him. Him. Slendy. He said he'd be seeing me again. I wasn't opposed to that.