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The Faceless Saviour

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The slow creak of an aging swing was only accompanied by the soft, silky voice of the small boy sitting upon it.

Come little children, I’ll take thee away,

He gently rocked himself on the swing, eyes cast down on the floor as the gloomy sky rumbled with oncoming thunder overhead. Yet he was unperturbed by the storm clouds gathering above, his eyes staying on his feet as he swayed back and forth, singing to himself in a gentle soprano.

Into a land of enchantment,

There was a hiss of wind, disturbing the fallen leaves of Autumn scattered over the ground. The steady scratches of the dry foliage scraping across the hard tarmac of the playground floor made him blink and he finally glanced upwards. His eyes fell upon a pair of sleek black shoes; the type he often saw his father wear when he was going out for an important meeting.

Slowly, his head moved upwards as his eyes followed the feet up a pair of sleek trousers. Again he was reminded of his father before a meeting; dressed so smartly, like a lawyer.

Further up he looked, seeing a white dress shirt covered by a black suit jacket, and a vibrant red tie. It was so sleek and smooth, and a pair of pale hands were lightly clasped before the torso, casual and calm as if the one they belonged to knew everything there was to know, and was simply watching the rest of the world figure it all out with unlimited, wise patience.

But as he looked up, expecting to see a man like his father, he was instead met with...

Nothing.

Nothing but a blank white head. The person had no face. There was only the slightest indentation around the eye area, but nothing more. There were no eyes, no nose, no mouth, no lips. A chin was the most definition offered on this creature’s head. He was shocked, and yet he wasn’t scared. There was a calming aura around this strange creature that stopped him from running in fear. Instead, he simply sat still, looking across the short space between them at this blank-faced creature wearing a well pressed suit.

“Who are you?” he asked. The creature didn’t answer, simply standing still. Then there was the slightest movement of its head, dipping down in a miniscule nod. The boy stared at him before suddenly, like water leaking into a small tub, the answer slid into his mind.

“Slender...man,” he breathed and another miniscule nod was returned. The boy swung his legs back and forth on the swing, running the name over in his head. He finally nodded back, declaring without words that he understood the name, and that he thought it was suitable. Slenderman didn’t move from his spot but to tilt his head slightly. The boy blinked as a question invaded his mind, one that was not of his own creation. He listened to the question in his head before sighing, answering aloud as he knew he should.

“I don’t want to be at home right now,” he muttered, looking at his feet as they swung back and forth. “Daddy is mad again. He’s always mad when he comes back from the pub. Mommy told me to hide, but Daddy always finds me when I try. So I decided to hide outside of the house today.”

Slenderman’s head tilted back up and he nodded in understanding. Then he took a step closer, hands parting as he did so. He took another step, closing the distance between him and the small boy. An instinct kicked in and the boy pushed himself back on the swing, using his legs to lock himself in place. Slenderman stopped walking, hands once more clasping before him. His head tilted again, another question invading the boy’s mind. He shivered a little in response before answering.

“Mommy told me not to talk to strangers,” he said, looking away. “I shouldn’t talk to you since you’re a stranger.”

Slenderman’s head straightened again, and suddenly his appearance seemed to change even though no visible difference was seen. It was as if the aura around him had shifted, and if the boy were to imagine an expression, he would say that the creature before him was...smiling.

Words floated into his mind, words that did not belong to him and he blinked as he voiced them.

“...We’re....We’re not strangers because we know each other’s names?” he looked up and blinked rapidly. “How do you know my name? I never told you!”

Slenderman took a step forward, hands reaching out to lightly grasp the two chains of the swing before he was looking down without eyes. The boy stared back up at him, mouth agape.

“You’ve....been watching over me for a while?” he looked down, kicking his legs. He almost hit Slenderman’s knees; that’s how close they were. “....Have you seen what Daddy did?”

No reply.

The boy slowly reached down, holding the hem of his shirt before steadily lifting it up to reveal his stomach. A large, black and purple bruise was stained across his skin, leaving it raw and rashed. He winced with every move, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Daddy did this to me....Last night. He was so mad. I don’t know why...” he lowered his shirt again, sniffling slightly before looking up at the towering creature above him. “He's done it before too. He's hurt me lots of times. Why does Daddy hurt Mommy and me?”

Slenderman knelt down, until he would’ve been eye-level, had he had any eyes. His blank face was aimed at the boy as words flooded the child’s mind, making the teetering tears on the edge of his lashes slowly spill over, leaving shimmering trails down his cheeks. His lower lip trembled and the softest of sobs escaped him.

“Y-you promise?” he eventually hiccuped. There was a bold nod in reply, and slowly he began to move forwards, heading towards Slenderman’s chest and wrapping his tiny arms around the creature as he cried. “Please don’t let Daddy hurt me again!” he wailed.

Slenderman slowly wrapped his own long arms around the boy, his head tilting down to lightly rest on the top of the distraught child’s head. From his back, seeping through his suit like a shadow, tendrils began to seep out wrapping around him and the weeping child, stretching and growing and spreading until they were covering the two of them in a black coating.

And then, as suddenly as he had appeared, Slenderman vanished, and the playground was left empty......

The small boy never returned home.

This was actually something I wrote in college (instead of doing my work lololimsucharebel). It's really short, and was really just a spur of the moment thing. (My one friend/classmate loves Slenderman, and after a chat with him I got this idea and typed it out.)

So basically this is a different take on Slenderman, one that doesn't necessarily show him as a bad guy. After all, they say that he kidnaps children, but that leaves a lot of debate as to why and who these children are? What if he wasn't actually taking them somewhere dark and cold to eat their flesh and devour their souls, but rather saving them from the horrible realities they're trapped in? .....This was just an idea that I thought of...I think some of it may have been inspired by a movie my mom told me about quite awhile ago called The Tall Man or something....but yeah.

Hooray for short Anti-College-Work fanfics!
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nathan-from-Fug's avatar
The way he acted in this totally reminded me of no-face from spirited away