Description
As a child, you were unwillingly exposed to the secret your world disguised as fiction. You came face to face with Slenderman-an entity known for making children and adults alike vanish like they'd never existed. Yet you survived. You survived with all your limbs, your sanity, and a new power that you called your 'new eyes.' This power allowed you to see Slenderman's servants: the Proxies. You saw what you called their 'corrupt' form and their 'original form' The majority of Proxies never paid you any attention...except for one. One that gave you all the attention in the world. One that was willingly to go to Hell and back if it meant that you would be in his arms. He was confusing to you. A shrine. Elegant picture frames. A pile of bones. How were they connected? You weren't sure, but you felt that there was a time and place for asking him about it. (this is a work of fiction. all the Pastas belong to their original creators, as do any images used. they are not real, nor am i saying that they are. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work. this is not a romanticisation.)
Grumpy Beginnings
