Trees...
Apparently, The Slender Man finds a comforting home within the decrepit company of such dead and dying things.
After all the running, the screaming, the falling and eventual dying. You'll find your place draped among the branches of such emotionless behemoths.
A fitting end for such a matching sack of pulsating meat and fluids.
So as you sit there silent, playing chess with that suited apparition of the devil, You better be getting fucking ready for war.
Cause for the love of GOD a simple sprained ankle is the WEAKEST excuse to hide yourself away in your room and hope things will fix themselves on their own.
I doubt Tall, Dark, and Slender is going to simply go away just because you've decided to disappear.
Remember Puppet, when you hide, the very nightmare you're hiding from may just decide to come seek.
So take an aspirin, get off your lazy ass, and face the horror that you unwittingly unleashed upon yourself before you end up a spatter on the wall.
So come on Puppet.
Your audience is waiting......
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