Slenderman Rp.

((I don't feel like be slendy anymore sorry lol))

Eleanor gave a blank stare of confusion. "Uh a camp?" she interupted. Eli was rather curious what they where doing in the forest at all and it didn't hurt her to ask.

I scratch the back of my neck."Heheh. Yeah, I've been camping here for a while.."I say turning to Eli.

Name:M⊗rtimer
Age:αρχαίος
Skills:Hiding
Ability:Tree Blending
Charms:⊗
Backstory:Щa$
aи цйиотїcєaЬlє gцу. a cоммои gцу. Tнєй ї мєт a мaи. A $lёйdєґ мaй. Hє
gavє мё lїfё. Hё тоок мё pa$т dєaтн. Иош ї aм нєяё. ї ноpё уоц ёиjоу му
cомpaиу. Mу fґїєиd lїкё$ cомpaйу. Hє шоцld ёйjоу уоцґ cомpaйу.

I look
out from behind the tree. I see friendly looking people and not so
friendly looking people. They are all lambs though. I am his sheepdog.
He is their shepherd. They will all convert. They always do.

"Ї$ тнєґє aиутнїйg уоц шaйт мё то dо?"

The trees rustle.
A bird screeches.
The lambs are innocent.



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I hear a voice and stop talking. "Did you hear that?" I whisper-yell to Eli and James. My eyes dart to the surrounding trees. "I guess I'm just paranoid."

They cannot see me. They will never see me. No one has ever seen me but he who wears the suit. These people will pay for their ignorance. But they will still not see me.

I made my voice known to the lambs by whispering to them with the voices of the trees. The rustling of their leaves became the voice of my retribution. Their prosecution. His dinner bell.

In the trees in twos and threes,
they will come, and come undone,
the little lambs, for precious veal,
Their souls eternal, not bound for the veil...
...come to me...I'm in the trees...
...
...
The game begins.

name zoe
age 17
skills am able to jump off a slide 3 ft.
abillity good at persushion

**Sorry To Break Character but: This is ty10jess's friend and I'm taking over her account on a different one. Just a head's up.**

Name: James 'QuickSilver' Oliver
Age: 19
Skills: Ex-Military, Skilled Shooter
Ability: Munitions Expert,
Charms: Looks 2 years older than he really is.
Backstory: Signed up for the military at 16. (nuff said?)