Hello world! This is my first fan fiction. An idea popped into my head one morning and I figured I'd give it a go.

I've been told that no one owns Slender man, but just to air on the side of caution I'll just go ahead and say it:

I do not own Slender man, Splendor man, Trender man or anything related to them or their legends. I also do not own the game Slender.

The other characters and the plot are, however, mine. Enjoy! :D

WARNING: this story contains some language. If this is not your thing, don't read please.

Prologue

I never was one to give any sort of credit to any superstitions. I was always a skeptic, a debunker. I was the person who laughed at horror movies and laughed harder at those who were actually scared.

When the supernatural was finally shoved in my face, I didn't believe it. I took it as a sign of my own waning sanity. He can't exist, can he?

He sure looks real. He sounds real - feels real.

Oh God, yes he feels real. Surely, even my fucked up imagination wouldn't be able to come up with something like this? It wouldn't know what feelings like these were.

Was it - was he - possible?

Sorry, I know this was a short chapter, but it's just the prologue. Don't worry, there will be more to come ;)