A/N: I have read a lot of Slenderman fanfictions and I have to say that most of them are fantastic, some were iffy and others just plain dumb... And I got to thinking... Writing about Him seems fun! Especially adding a sexually confused teenage girl as a possible interest to Him would be even funner! So, I'm gonna give it a go. Review if you have any suggestions, criticisms (nice ones please.) Or if you simply enjoyed the read. Thank You! :)

Chapter One: Relapse

A child sat alone on a sing. Her eyes intent on her feet. She didn't swing too high, in fact she couldn't. She was still young and she didn't really know how to swing her self. She did attempt to kick a few times, only exceeding to fail. Her feet didn't even touch the ground. She was nearly five, just starting kindergarten. Oh, how proud she was to finally be old enough to excel in school. The young girls name was Prudence. She was vibrant and always was happy no matter what.

As she sat alone on the swings, overlooking everyone else who took it in consideration to play tag without her. Despite her loneliness she seemed to have coped with it well. You see, she was an only child. Her mother always worked and as did her father who would usually go straight to the bar after he got off work. The only person she had been her cousin who acted as a sitter for the girl, who rarely spent time with her. After all she was a teenager had other "important" business to attend to. Like homework or calling up friends and chatting until her mother got home.

The breeze blew and it caused her swing to move slightly. She looked down feeling left out. The only sound was the sound of the children playing. She closed her eyes ever so gently and began to hum. In hopes that it will make her happy. Even though she was a happy child... Sometimes she felt sad. This was one of those times. Most kids avoided her because she would often talk about one of her friends. She called him Mister. She described him as a tall thin man without a face. Even tough he was scary looking, he wasn't as scary as he looked. In fact he was her friend. Most adults took it and thought it was just her wild imagination. They believed he was just an imaginary friend.

Prudence felt a single tear stream from her cheek. She was still trying to make herself swing, but failed each attempt. The temperature was below thirty and each time her nose would run, she would sniffle or use the back of her hand as a handkerchief. Her tears were warm against her cheeks. She just wished someone would like her.

Suddenly she felt a hot hand clamp gently on her back. Her swing began to move forward and backward. She turned her head slightly to see Mister standing an incredible seven feet above her.

"I like you..." he said in a whisper. She smiled as Mister pushed her higher... and higher. Until it was time for recess to be over. And he disappeared almost in an instant before Prudence could even say good-bye.

She sat in the bathtub drenched in warm water. Her legs spread apart and she felt as the water surged up underneath her. Her bare body pressed against the marble of the tub. Her head was spinning with thoughts of her dream. It felt so real, yet it was almost like a memory of her childhood. She knew Mister was Slenderman. She tried to shake the thought away. If she met Slenderman in her lifetime than she would have remembered something as remarkable as that.

Ever since she started getting into the mythos and after playing the game, Slenderman has become a daily aspect of her daily AND night life. She's been having dreams of him. Some good. Some bad. Depending on her mood. She closed her eyes and began to touch her breast, goosebumps aligned her body and she felt intrigued by thinking of the entity. How could she fall in love with something she hadn't even seen before? The thought crossed her mind several times. She had to admit it sometime. She knew she had gone insane. The moment she started to have severe insomnia and paranoia.

Her desk in her room was covered in nothing but references to the one and only Slenderman. She tried to get into other things to help mask her obsession... But everything she tried was useless.

And lately... Something has been off. She knew it too. Especially when her dreams became nightmares and the electricity in her room has gone out every night at three. She's been feeling out of sorts and relentless. Her friends were taking notice of it too.

She stood up from the bath, water droplets moved down her body slowly. Almost arousing her. Prudence took in a breath and tried to push those... Feelings... aside. She hesitated before she grabbed a towel and once she did she gravitated to the mirror where she could overlook herself. Her hair was short and narrow but dried curly. Her skin was fair and her eyes grey, they magnificently held dark bags underneath them from lack of sleep and irritability. Unfortunately the dark under shade of her eyes have permanently stayed there for months. Her mother thought it was just stress from school.

She ran her fingers through her brown choppy mess she calls hair and decided to make a brave check on her body figure. She let the towel drop slowly to her ass. Surprisingly her hair down there was somewhat lighter than her head. She didn't have the sexiest body, but all in all her body was fair. Despite the bloating near her stomach from lack of excercise and mainly stress. She wasn't fat nor was she too skinny. Feeling somewhat satisfied with herself she dressed her naked body and ran upstairs to go to sleep. Ignoring her mother's good nights and I love yous.

As she climbed into her bed, she felt somewhat uneasy. Like... Someone was watching her. She shook the feeling off and slowly fell into a restless sleep.

Only to be woken by clawing at her window. She stirred awake, nonetheless bit scared. She waited to see if she could hear the noise again, only falling back asleep within five minutes. That's when she heard it again, only more forced. Like someone was actually trying to get her attention. She forced herself up and wondered over the darkened window. She thought at first, "Maybe it's just a tree branch..." But the more she thought about it the more unlikely that could be. There wasn't a tree even close to her window sill. She peeked through the blinds to see nothing but darkness.

In about seconds time the lights began to flicker. Her TV turned on by itself, only revealing static. She began to freak out. She never seen her TV do that before. The radio beamed as did her alarm clock. The scratching at the window continued and she began to panic. A voice came from outside, it sounded as if it were singing. "Come out and play..."

Almost instantly she grabbed a pair of jeans and a hoodie and booked it out her room, down the stairs and outside near her window. The wind began to pick up, blowing her hair back. She clung onto her stomach. "Hello?" she called. No answer. Fog rolled in and the wind sounded like howling. "Hello?!" she tried a bit louder this time. Nothing. Absolutely nothing... She turned to face her window. The lights were flickering on and off. When, suddenly she felt a sudden change in temperature around her. It felt like she had her back to a fire. She turned around to see a tall dark figure over shadowing her. She fell backward on her rear end. It took time before her eyes could adjust, when they did she tilted her head back to see a tall faceless man. He had tendrils alluring from his back. His arms were long as was his legs. He was quite charming actually. Not as scary as people make him out to be. He did stand a remarkable eight feet.

He tilted his head only slightly. His arms outstretched towards Prudence. She gazed up in awe as the man knelt in front of her, grabbing her cheeks and pulling her face closer to his. She blinked and didn't even put in the effort to get away.

As he spoke, his voice sounded intriguing. As if many people were talking in unison. It was harmonizing and rang through Prudence's ears like silk. Whispers were his echo... But those five alluring words came from Slenderman gave Prudence chills, teasing her eardrums, peeking her sexuality with arousing fear and comfort.

"You belong to me now..."