Wind howled through the trees while they swung their branches in the harsh winds, clouds blocking out the night sky’s serene beauty while moonlight dripped through small patches of the clouds to illuminate the large forest. Crickets chirped endlessly, and Frogs croaked deeply in the wilderness. All was quite peaceful; until it was abruptly interrupted by the crunching of fallen leaves and twigs under feet. A young woman, presumably 20 strolled through the night carelessly searching for her new home. She wore a deep violet sweater, blue jeans that were torn at the knees, black Nikes brand sneakers and a golden necklace that hung around the base of her neck lovely. Her skin was a faint peachy color; her body was abnormally thin as she was obviously under-weight. Her bright golden hair hung down to her lower back area, curly and wavy while it also covered most of her face, including her bright crisp blue eyes and plump lips. She’d put on black lipstick, and purple eye shadow to brighten up her dull features.
“Ugh.. I’m never going to find this place.” She grunted and carried on with searching the vast and cold forest for the specific building she was looking for, but had no luck. Busy squabbling with herself, she was brought to a halt by a strange silhouette moving toward her. It seemed to be thin like she was, and walked with a slight limp through the darkness. Clinching her fists, the young woman braced herself, awaiting some sort of foe she was destined to fight.
“Please, do not be scared miss.” A soft voice called out from the darkness as the silhouette inched closer, followed by another that seemed to have more bulk to it, but remained completely silent. “Who are you?” she asked, still clinching her fist. The clouds drifted through the sky and the moonlight seeped through them to illuminate the silhouette closest to her. The silhouette didn’t answer her question, but she now recognized who it was. It was one of Slender man’s proxies, Masky; otherly known as ‘Tim’ or ‘Timothy’. The moonlight lit up his white mask perfectly, making the dark eyes and black lips stand out complementary. His hair was dark brown, coming down to hook the sides of his head as sideburns. He wore a tan jacket, with blue jeans and black boots.
“Masky?”
“Yes, Mavis. It’s me.”
“Does that mean..?”
“Yes, Hoody is the one behind me.”
Hoody waved at the young woman in the darkness, staying perfectly silent. Mavis waved back, turning back toward Masky. “So, are you here to lead me back to the manor?” Masky nodded and motioned for her to follow him before he began to walk off. Mavis followed closely behind him, scanning her surroundings carefully to make sure she didn’t get lost if she ever tried to come back after going out on a mission of some sort.

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