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FishCustard: ding ding ding! Well what can I say, this is Andrea's dad we're talking about. No wonder they are popular, they interest me too. Really? I gotta go check out those vids. Trench coats are awesome :) About the Messenger, I'll say something about him in the AN.

Nekoni: well here they are! I might go check it out, they have a pretty big fanbase. AW YEAH POPTARTS :D THANK YOU FRIEND. (those nicknames are hilarious XD fits them nicely)

The Sombie: glad ya like it! The SCPs techinically don't have to do with Slenderman, but they're well known in the Creepypasta community. You could say The Foundation is... not very well liked. They have their own website, so go check it out if you wanna know more. And I like your name, it's really cool :D

Nobody on fanfiction owns Slenderman, unless if Eric Knudsen is into writing fanfics all of the sudden...

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Chapter 29

Once again, I find myself lying on my bed wide-awake. I've managed not to get caught, which a miracle because according to Heater, I'm not the best at being sneaky. I stare at the window on the other side of the room, straining to hear any source of sound coming from it. Of course, I hear nothing. Slenderman was dead serious when he said he was watching over me closely. I can't think of anyone who would want to mess with him, but there lies the possibility that they simply haven't introduced themselves yet. Not that I want to meet them, I don't want to get into something that will only serve to complicate my life even more. Too late for that, though.

My fingers twitch uncomfortably, wanting to grasp onto something. Ever since Slenderman confiscated the rock, or the piece of the tentacle as he said it was, I've had a desire to roll it around in my palm again. The memory of its smooth surface latched onto my mind and refuses to let go. I glance at the window again, checking once again for a sign or anything. I get up and go to the small desk situated in the opposite corner of the room. I pick up a stray eraser and feel its rubbery texture, yet it doesn't satisfy me. It's all in my head, I tell myself. But that's the point. I need to get it out of my head.

I open the curtains and scan the area below, observing the environment surrounding the house, but find nothing out of the ordinary. I'm at unease, and I could tell this would be a long night. Evading sleep would be inevitable at this point, so I might as well gaze at the night sky from the safety of my home. I would have said otherwise when I felt The Messenger entrap me. Now that Slenderman has vowed to threat the guy who gave me the rock, I don't think I'll be getting any new messages soon.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

I jump at the voice obtruding my thoughts, only to realize it belonged to a still sleepy Heather now standing beside me.

"Can't sleep."

"You have to, Andrea. You over-think all the time."

"All the time?"

"Okay, fine. You either over-think or you don't think at all and get yourself in trouble once again."

"Wow, thanks Heather. That totally made me feel better."

"Seriously, what's the matter? Is it the messenger dude?"

"It's everything. Him, the rock, Slenderman, the SCP, and-"

"Pause! Rewind. What did you say?"

"Slenderman?"

"No, Andrea, after that!"

"The SCP?"

"How did you find out about that?"

"My dad had it on his laptop. It's really weird, it's supposed to be some organization—"

"Shush, I know what it is! This is bad. Really bad."

"Care to explain, Heather?"

"Your dad searched that up?"

"Yes, but—"

"If Slendy wasn't going to kill your dad, he certainly is now!"

"Heather, slow down! Fill in the blanks."

"Your dad wants to get rid of Slendy and he's getting desperate. The SCP will snatch Slendy, never to be seen again!"

"But Slenderman can escape, right?"

"Andrea, the SCP is the real deal. They have contained items and beings far more powerful than him. We need to stop your dad."

"I didn't know it was that serious."

"Hold on… your dad won't listen to us. He'll just laugh it off."

"Most likely."

"If he's going this far, then so should we. I'm going to the woods right now and I'll talk to Slendy, I don't give a crap about his hunting schedule."

"What will that do?"

"I'm not sure, but he has to know, Andrea."

"He said he was keeping a close eye on us."

"Then he better be listening. You hear that Slendy?!"

We kept quiet to wait for Slenderman's arrival, but after waiting for a few minutes, figured that he wasn't going to come. He said he'd be watching, not listening. Watching… I get an idea, and even though it's dangerous, Heather will want to do it. She's done it a million times.

"I don't think he's listening to us, Heather."

"Nope. Maybe if we shout louder?"

"No, however he might come if one of us jumps out the window."

"I like the way you're thinking, Andrea! He's probably fed up with me jumping out of trees, so you do it this time?"

"W-what?"

Heather moved the curtain to one side as she opened the window. The soft warm breeze played with my hair a bit, tousling it gently. She sat on the ledge and patted a space next to her for me to sit. I gulped before taking my place next to her. I swing my legs, but grip the ledges tightly. The second floor is higher than I thought. Heather grinned at me with a malevolence that unsettled me. She mouthed that it was my turn and shocked me by shoving me off. I squeaked in surprise at the ground that was coming at me fast. My muscles tensed, bracing for the impact.

As sudden as Heather's push, I felt something coil around my waist, putting a stop to the built up momentum. My head buzzed with a dizziness that temporarily overcame me, and all the while I kept my eyes shut. When I finally opened them, I'm standing in the middle of the room with Slenderman himself next to me. I just noticed that the tendril was still wound around my midsection right when it slid away only to poke Heather on her forehead, making her stumble. The rumbling static in the air showed that he wasn't pleased with her reckless behavior. She shuffled close to him and started protesting.

"Ow!"

That was very foolish of you.

"We had to get your attention!"

You don't push others off like you did just now.

"Besides, I know you'd catch her."

That's no excuse.

"Then how do we get your attention?"

You don't call me whenever you feel like it. I'll come when I desire.

"But this is super important!"

If this wastes my time, I should be the one pushing you off the ledge next time.

My head turned back and forth at their rapid exchange, increasing in worry as they continued. I spoke up, hoping to relieve some of the tension.

"What's the SCP?"

Slenderman froze as a suspenseful pause hung in the air. His voice entered my mind with an iciness that unnerved me.

You said the SCP?

"Uh… yeah."

Another moment of absolute stillness kept me on edge about the intensity of my question. Without warning, static raged in the atmosphere, disturbing my hearing and even intruding across my vision. I may be hallucinating, but I think I just head Slenderman growl with an unstable anger. Heather almost seemed like she was going to reach out to him but rapidly swung back, grabbing my arm and harshly whispered in my ear that it would've been better if she brought up the topic. I shrugged, feeling useless.

Where are they?

"They're not here," Heather yelled over the static, "Andrea just caught her dad searching them up!"

I punched Heather in the arm, knowing she screwed up. My father can be frustrating, but I don't want him dead!

As soon as that pest shows up, I swear—

"You know," I shout, "this is my dad we're talking about!"

Exactly.

"I'll talk to him," I offer, "and you can keep an eye on us."

No. I will be there. I will not tolerate this anymore.

"Me too," I state, "I'm not going to leave you alone with him."

"Don't forget about me," Heather complained, "so it'll be three against one. He has to fess up."

We stopped for a second, until the full impact of what Slenderman said hit me. Is he… what?!

"You're actually going to talk to him?" I ask, "As in, be in front of him and directly and visibly talking to him?"

If this concerns that filthy foundation, then I will do everything in my power to prevent confronting them, even if it has to include conversing with that despicable human.

"My father."

Who is a despicable human.

"No offense Andrea, but your dad is shady. I don't trust him completely either."

I do not trust him at all.

"I couldn't tell," I mumble to myself sarcastically. My stomach is queasy from the thought that my father and Slenderman will be face to face, or should I say, face to non-face. The static has calmed down considerable, but there's still an agitation that emanates from him. Remembering that my father left his laptop in the living room, I make a suggestion to go get it to see what he looked at. Slenderman wordlessly teleports the three of us there, and I snatch the closed laptop off of the couch. Heather mentioned something about the TV and turned it on. There was nothing but wavy static.

"Why isn't this piece of— oh, I think you're interfering with the signal, Slendy."

I see.

"Good thing the volume is low enough to not wake Andrea's dad, although he's a deep sleeper, but we kind of have to see it too."

I'm staying here.

"Isn't that just wonderful. At least I can hear it. Somewhat."

I look up from the screen that's powering on, curious at what she said. So the image is malfunctioning, but the audio is okay. I'll keep that in mind. She flips to channel 4 where the news is. Right now I hear audience laughter and a conversation going on, hinting at a late night comedy show. I glance at the clock. It's one in the morning! I wasn't aware that it was so late. There's a tune that interrupts the laughter as I hear a deep male voice saying "breaking news".

"This just in, barely (static) hours ago, a local hospital was attacked, shocking many. Now to you, (static)."

A female voice responds.

"(Static) you see here, there has been lots of bloodshed, but (static) casualties. What is common in all of the victims is (static) scar along their abdomen. The assailant is unknown, but described as (static) wielding a scalpel, says one bystander. However, he received psychiatric evaluation and (static) testimony may be rendered useless. Victims are recovering as (static) help arrives. Back to you, Peter."

I no longer pay attention to the laptop, but focused on the TV screen that reveals nothing but shaky static. As soon as I heard the word "hospital", I thought back to my mother, carrying a child in her condition. I hope she's fine, I wouldn't take it well if something horrible happened to her. Glancing at the laptop, there is a heavy snow across the screen, but I'm able to make out the icons on the desktop. I nervously drummed my fingers on the keyboard before recalling the task at hand. I opened up the web browser and clicked on the history. My face paled when I saw it empty. He erased it all.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to calm my nerves. Maybe he saved some documents this time? I checked once, twice, even three times. He deleted it all. Being paranoid worked out for him, but it's rather unfortunate for us. I peeked at Slenderman, hesitant to tell him. He looked at me, well that's what it felt like, and nodded towards me.

You did say you saw it, so do you remember any of it?

"It was a few online documents of this thing called the Foundation, but it was mostly about their purpose and what they do and stuff like that. They had these things called SCPs but I still don't know what are those."

Heather raised her eyebrows at what I said but made no comments. Slenderman doesn't have eyebrows to begin with but it seems like he had the same reaction. I begin to turn off the computer but Slenderman beat me to it, his static aura shutting it down completely. Hopefully it still works, or my father is going to be suspicious.

"Well now what?"

I face Heather while Slenderman makes no move at all.

"Can't I just ask my dad about it?"

"You want to go wake him up? I'll just stay here with Slendy."

"No, not right now!"

"It's not like we can wait until tomorrow, who knows what he would do while we go back to sleep."

"Maybe I can—"

I stop mid-sentence when I hear a creak on the stairs. Heather's eyes go wide at the sudden sound. Someone is quickly stepping down the stairs, so Heather and me have no choice but to hide behind the couch. My father stumbles into view while yawning. Slenderman teleports out of sight. My father looks around at his surroundings, then instantly reaches his laptop. I hold my breath when he sits down on the couch. Thank goodness there's a gap between the couch and the wall, or else we couldn't see what he was up to.

He opens his computer and presses something. He clicks the button over and over again, each click more desperate than the last. I peek for a second and see that it's the power button. My father mumbles a few cuss words before slamming his fist on the button. Slenderman must've broken it. He holds the laptop over him and turns it in all sorts of angles as if the solution was hiding in some corner of the laptop. He huffs quietly and gives a long sigh. He picks up a paper I didn't notice he had and looks at it for a whole before getting up and snatching the phone. My eyes widen when I catch a few numbers scribbled on the piece of paper, an index card to be exact. Is he going to call them? I can't let that happen if it's as serious as Heather claims.

I get up, earning a shocked look from Heather. I bite my lip, too nervous to continue, but I manage to shrug off my temporary anxiety. I climb over the catch and croaked out a feeble "hello?" whivh instantly got the attention from my father. He stares at me with what looks like fear at first but then melted into a mix of worry and guilt.

"What are you doing up, dear?"

"I went to get a glass of water."

"…in the living room?"

"Dad, who are you going to call?"

He peers at the phone in his hand, answering me without facing me.

"Work. I need to notify my boss of an assignment."

"Isn't it kind of late though?"

"These are the struggles us adults go through. You look tired. Go to sleep, sweetie."

"No dad, I can't do that after you lie to my face!"

He arches an eyebrow.

"I'm not lying to you."

I go up to him and grab the index card out of his hand. He reaches for it but I hold it behind me.

"Dad, you can't do this. You don't know who you're calling."

"Neither do you. Now go rest."

"So what if I don't? I've heard about it enough to know that this is a bad idea."

My father opens his mouth to retort but freezes, suddenly leering down at me with annoyance.

"Were you the one who ruined my laptop?"

"What?! We're talking about a phone call, I don't know about your laptop!"

"You can't accuse me of lying when you do the same, dear."

"But you're going to get into even more trouble! What's with all the pet names anyway?"

"You're my daughter, and in case you haven't known, it's an expression of love. We haven't spent as much time together as we need to, maybe you should stop going to the woods so often."

"What does that have to do with anything?!"

"Don't act so innocent, young lady! If you knew who I was planning to call, then you know exactly what I'm talking about!"

I glare my father, enraged with his stupidity. I point at him to attempt to make a comeback, yet my mistake was that that was the same hand I was holding the index card. He snatched it given the opportunity and began to dial the numbers. He eyebrows scrunch, seeming confused. He holds it away from his face to observe it and holds it up to his ear again. He frowns at me after a few seconds.

"First you break the computer, and now the phone isn't working! What's with you, Andrea?"

"What do you mean— wait, what? I didn't do anything with the phone."

"Just hear for yourself."

He puts the phone up to my ear so I could listen to whatever he was talking about. Static resounds, not allowing anything else to be heard. This has to be Slenderman's doing, who else can make not only the TV and the laptop but the phone emit nothing but static? My father takes back the phone, waiting for an explanation most likely. After a tense moment, he sighs. Placing the phone down next to a small wooden table by the couch, his shoulders begin to relax, and he gazes at me with a soft expression.

"Andrea, I'm doing this for your own good. Because I care about you and I don't want anything to hurt you."

I let this sink in, still unsure whether he's just doing this to get me out of the way or if he means it. I mull his words over, trying to respond in a way that doesn't sound too harsh.

"I care about you too, dad. But we're going to be fine, so please don't call them."

"They know how to fix the problem."

"What exactly is the problem?"

"Don't think I'm crazy for saying this, but we're in danger because of a… creature."

"Go on."

"It looks like a tall business man but it's not, however much it can convince you, and it's terrifying. These people, The Organization as they call themselves, they can help us. We can't fight it alone."

If he calls Slenderman "it" one more time, I think I'm going to snap. I take this chance to intervene.

"Did you talk to him?"

"I haven't called them yet—"

"No, I mean the… tall business man."

"What? There's no 'talking' to it, its purpose is just to torment people from what I can tell."

"How are you so sure that the man is an 'it'? You can't just degrade people like that so easily."

"That's because it's a monster! It's going to hurt you and I'm trying to avoid that! As a parent, I'm obligated to protect you."

"Dad, don't you understand?! You're jumping to conclusions! Besides, you certainly didn't feel 'obligated' a while ago. You weren't always a parent to me."

"Of course I was! Why are you rejecting me?"

"I'm rejecting you?! Things are going to be okay if you don't call them."

"You're just like your mother! Why are you defending it, anyway?"

I feel so furious right now, I need to take it out on something. I turn around and kick the sofa. However, when I looked behind the sofa, I noticed Heather wasn't there anymore. My anger turns into confusion as I look around. I jump when I hear a crash, so my father and me glance to see none other than Heather herself. She sat up right next to the small table next to the sofa, causing the phone to fall as well. My father swoops up the phone and placing it by his ear, he scowls again and puts it back down.

"Still static. What are you girls up to?"

I would answer but Heather has a shocked expression, so I pause to hear what she has to say.

"Mr. Castillo, you heard static?"

"Yes, seems like it's still broken."

"But… I took out the batteries."

We stare at the phone, still creating a static noise. Despite the static, the quietness of the room feels uncomfortable. Eventually, my father takes a seat, so we stand in front of him to try to talk it over.

"Mr. Castillo, if this was some TV show, those SCP people would be that secret evil organization that looks friendly but will actually ruin your life. Catch my drift?"

"Don't let TV get to your head, Heather."

"Why so you think they want supernatural stuff? To experiment! They lock 'em up and do all kinds of evil things!"

"Even if your little fantasy was real, as long as we're away from that monster, I don't care what they do to it."

He takes a cell phone out of his pocket, and dials the number, which happens to already be within his contact list, but his face scrunches up once more. He faces us to berate us but his face pales, as his eyes seem to go past us and stare at something through the window. His mouth gapes open as if he was in a trance. A familiar presence alerts my senses just before, to put it in my father's words, the "tall business man" appeared right behind us. My stomach twists in knots at the confrontation of those two.

My father looks up at Slenderman in terror with a ghastly white complexion. For a moment I thought he was going to scream or faint or at least do something to show he's still alive, but still nothing. Right when he regained motion once more, an inky black tendril wound around my wrist. My brain started to spasm, foggy for a second before stabilizing its vision, revealing that I was in the forest. I stay as still as my father did until this whole situation hits me like a brick. I'm about to talk to Slenderman about this but Heather beat me to it.

"What the hell, Slendy?!"

You should be thanking me. I stopped him from making a foolish decision.

"Uh, Slenderman, no offense but—"

"You just freakin' showed your non-face to Andrea's dad!"

I have done so before.

"I knew it! You did cut up his arm that one time! I told you, Andrea."

I didn't say that.

Heather looked like she was going to explode so I interrupted her before she said anything stupid.

"I don't think that was the best way to show up to my dad, to be honest."

"Don't be so polite, Andrea."

"But Heather, you do remember about the whole plan of Slenderman talking to my dad, right?"

"Duh, but we should've talked to him first so he would be at least a bit more calm."

"Was he going to listen to us? He hasn't been a good-listener if you haven't noticed already."

"I guess you're right. Hey Slendy, worry no more! All is forgiven."

There was nothing to forgive in the first place.

"Why you little—"

"So what now, Slenderman?"

I will stop him.

"I mean, you are gonna talk to him, right?"

If I need to.

"I know my dad can be annoying but can you not—"

"What Andrea is trying to say here is that you can't lay a damn tentacle on him even if he pisses you off. Got it?"

I will do as I see necessary.

Heather's shoulders slump, and I hear her mumble something. Slenderman disappears, and with that I start panicking. I know for a fact that things aren't going to end up well. Those two hate each other with a passion. Heather is hunched over, so I go over to help her up. She glances up at me with a smirk. Confused, I ask her what's going on. She pulls something from her pocket and shows me what it is.

It's the rock. That same dark shiny rock. When she hands it to me, I see a burn mark on her palm. I gasp, partially because of the injury but mostly because of that object. I roll it around in my hand, reveling in the smooth texture. I sputter out a few inconsistent words, surprised at what I'm seeing. She grins.

"Looks like the all mighty Slenderman can be put down a notch. He didn't even notice it was missing!"

"You… stole it?"

"You bet I did! Sure I got burnt but Slendy was really distracted so I took the chance and snatched it."

"Where was it? And how did you even accomplish that?"

"In his pocket. The most dangerous and unsafe place to hide something. Oh yeah, there was a hole so it slipped out and I caught it."

I wondered about the possibility of a hole in Slenderman's suit, but directed my focus at something more important right now. We both calmed down and stared at the black glassy stone, mesmerized by its appearance. Well, I was, I wouldn't be surprised if Heather felt that way too. She took it, fixing her eyes on the rock. She looked so concentrated; I was going to snap her out of it until I saw it. A tiny spark glowed within the stone. Heather slowly peered at me obscurely.

"See, Andrea?"

"I see it. What happens now?"

"We teleport. Hold on!"

The world whirls around me. We're actually teleporting, but much slower than how Slenderman does it.

"How did you do that, Heather?"

"I… I don't know."

My sight wavers and blurs, getting less clear by the second. We fade away to soon appear somewhere else, but not before hearing a sound that terrifies my drowsy mind.

A gunshot.

AN: Guess who's back, back again. Violet's back, tell a friend. Hey guys! So, I thought I'd have the whole summer to write to my heart's desire... I was horribly wrong. I had an unplanned trip to Mexico, study books, summer assignments, etc. Thanks to those who were patient with me! Speaking of that, to thank everyone who read, reviewed, favorited and/or followed, just submit your ideas for a one-shot in a review or PM, and I'll do all of them! (as a separate story and each story would be a different chapter) Anyways, about the Messenger: he's an OC. However, in this chapter is a reference to a Creepypasta, know who it is? Enjoy yet another cliffhanger!