run! run like the gingerbread man!

[tentaclearms]

Characters: Slenderman and you poor fools.
Location: The Plaza.
Time: Late afternoon.
Style: First! (please? c: )
Status: OPEN LIKE YOUR BRAINNNZZZ

[There is something strange about Vatheon today. If you are blessed with the ability of being able to sense darkness, well, say hello to a dark figure. It doesn't know what it's doing in this bubble, but it'

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[fightwithundies]

[Man, something had better happen here soon. Panty was getting sick and tired of having nothing better to do than harass Stocking. As entertaining as it could be, even THAT got old after a while.

So here she is, just sauntering through the plaza, when she pauses, an eyebrow raised. Something's nearby; it feels sort of like a Ghost, but then again not, and she looks toward the alley.

Oh. A weirdo. Probably a new one.]

Hey! What the hell's your problem?

[tentaclearms]

[No answer, but his head jerks in the direction of where Panty is standing. Maybe Panty should cut back on the insults; it's usually not a good idea when a strange entity that is new to an under water bubble is confused and doesn't know what's going on.]

[fightwithundies]

[Just tilts her head irritably, shaking it after a moment.]

I'm talkin' to you, jackass! If you're going to be a fucking peeper, be a little less obvious about it, huh?

[tentaclearms]

[This was curious: something that didn't fear him. In a slow motion, Slenderman takes a step closer, as if to examine her.]

[fightwithundies]

Oh, now you can walk, huh?

[She stands in place, arms folded, ignoring the inklings of a headache forming.]

[tentaclearms]

[There is a long pause before he nods to her statement, and another long pause before she may be able to hear something strange in the back of her mind, creeping up on her;

'Where'.]

[fightwithundies]

...

[She swats at the back of her head; what the hell was that? Sounded like a question...]

You're in Vatheon, for fuck's sake. Stuck in a bubble.

[tentaclearms]

[Vatheon. Bubble. Stuck. This was very, very wrong. He'd been so close, too. Tim was just about to get him to where he needed to be.

Shame. Maybe something here could get him back.

While these thoughts pass through his head, he's still staring at the girl, wondering what he should do with her.]

[fightwithundies]

...I fucking swear, if you're standing there undressing me with whatever eyes you have, I'm going to kill you. Ghost or not.

[She shakes her head again, grumbling under her breath.]

Great. A fucking headache. Stockin' better have some pills.

[tentaclearms]

[Feeling rather unsatisfied, he turns away from her, moving slowly but surely down the dark alleyway.]

[fightwithundies]

[Rolling her eyes, Panty tosses her hair over her shoulder, smirking. The headache's getting worse, but she's not going to show that.]

You better be walkin' away now, you freak.