When I was 5 years old, I was abandoned in the forest.
I wore a pretty white dress which had small flowers around the waist. It was my favorite dress but it wasn't suffice for the blistering cold night. I wandered around the forest looking for shelter. But then, was distracted after seeing a slender yet flowering tree a few steps away.
Curiosity took over me as I saw a plain white mask with no facial features lying on the ground, next to the tree. It matched my dress, I felt like smiling, but the numbness, caused by the blistering cold, ran through my bloodstream. My muscles were cramping, and I was on the verge of becoming paralyzed.
I cried.
Of course I did. I've always hated the cold. I'm warm blooded. Mentally and Literally.
My sleeveless dress, was soiled yet still beautiful. I placed the boring mask onto my face. It was soiled like my dress. But I didn't mind. I claimed the mask as mine, for it was my only friend. It's face all dirty and broken. Just like me.
I decided lie down next to the slender tree whilst my face covered, for I wanted to die without anyone knowing I existed. I wanted to disappear with my favorite dress, along with my new favorite mask, and tree. They were all I had. So was the sinister coldness of the world.
I was ready to embrace my death.
I've already embraced the cold.
I've already embraced my pain.
I've already embraced all of it.
Then it embraced me back.
I wasn't expecting it to do so.
But it did,
and it was with love.
With care.
With honesty.
And warmth.
I didn't bother to check neither did I want to open my eyes. I lied onto the crispy leaves of the forest with something warm, exaggeratingly large, and refreshing to the nose.
The mask on my face slipped a little, causing my eye to peek from the edge of the mask. There stood a leg. I didn't care much about it. Then I saw a large jacket on top of me, it was big enough to cover my whole body. It looked like the jacket of a suit. A suit. Used for working, in offices. I've always dreamt of working in an office. It was my wish.
But for now, I wish to die.
I want to end this piercing feeling
In my heart.
It was the feeling when you felt so lost.
Knowing that was the worst feeling too. I closed my already weak eyes and went to sleep.
I knew that once I woke up, it would all be a dream. Or maybe I would wake up in a peaceful place where they say people sleep forever lying next to a prestigious person whom everyone glorified.
"Sweet dreams..."
Author's note ('ε｀ )♡
Hello dear wattpaders!
As you can see, the title and the cover picture gives you an obvious answer to the question "What the hell am I reading?"!
Yep, ya knew it ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ
It's a Fanfic that includes my sexy slendy man of coures.
Y'all might me saying cliché things about slender fanfics. WELL THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT
ヽ(#'Д')ﾉ
Slendy x Some little girl.
EHE! Slender's a pedoヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ
Jk! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Y'all need to stay tuned to understand this adorable story.
Babush (ﾉ'∀｀*)ﾉ