𝔾𝔼𝕋 ⊗𝕌𝕋

𝕊𝕖𝕞𝕚-𝕊𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕊𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟 ℝℙ 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕘

[nxsleep-brxkendreams-deactivate]

thefacelessone‌:

Good, she was probably aware now. He retracted his field, letting her light flicker back on and the sickness recede. The wildlife was smarter, and didn’t return just yet. On the off-chance that she wasn’t aware of his presence, he stepped forwards to the edge of the treeline, allowing his pale face to stand out among the darkened canopy of leaves. He didn’t do anything yet, just stood there. Maybe she’d get the hint and leave. Or, he silently hoped, she’d try and search for him more.

The sudden urge to cough hysterically finally ceased, and she caught her breath, panting softly. She noticed her flashlight was working once again and quickly snatched it, holding it in her hand, scanning the area. She was going to leave, but now she knew something was up.

Her eyes squinted, allowing the light to travel slowly along the treeline…and she saw the pale face…or lack there of. She froze, staring at it. Was this a prank? No, it was too coincidental. And she never told anyone about her research.

She just kept staring. She wasn’t sure what to do. She wanted to complete her study but…she had no idea what he wanted to do to her. She heard many stories about him, and saw so many encounters that ended in many different ways…

“…I…” She cleared her throat. “I-I’m sorry for…trespassing…I’m not here to cause trouble.”

Could he even talk?…

[thefacelessone]

His head tilted to the side slowly. She was sorry. Oh, of course she was sorry. They all were sorry the moment they saw him. But she didn’t flee. She didn’t approach, either, though. Well, this was an indulgence, might as well indulge her curiosity as well. How confident was she feeling tonight? Tilting his head back to an upright position, he stepped from the treeline, movements smooth and soundless as he approached. His tendrils extended, creating something of a dark halo around him. Would she flee? Would she stand her ground? He watched her with anticipation.

[make-a-meme]

Send “Mating Season” to catch my muse in a lustful state.

in honor of spring.

[thefacelessone]

𝕄𝕦𝕟: The rare instance of a NSFW prompt on my rp blog? Haha, just for a little bit. Also a one-time deal, I’ll be taking anon starters.

[nxsleep-brxkendreams-deactivate]

thefacelessone‌:

Indeed, this girl had gotten in too deep. 

Mostly, Slender avoided having a presence online. There’d be less of a manhunt for him if he simply didn’t interact with humans much in the first place. But ever so often, he’d had a proxy check the forums and videos, and chuckle to himself. He’d let a few of his victims document his existence, but prey never learns to fear a predator if they never know there’s a predator there. 

Of course, there were doubters, non-believers, and a few hotheads who decided to test his patience by encroaching on his woods themselves. Granted, every heavily wooded area was his woods - the entire wold should belong to him. But when they entered searching specifically for him was when he tended to not show himself. 

Every so often, however, he’d let himself indulge. One lone human, who’d never be believed if they recounted their experience. Or would never get to recount their experience. This girl was clearly a fanatic, and was also alone. It was a perfect setup for him to indulge a bit.

He cast his electromagnetic field out a bit further, causing her flashlight to flicker and die. Along with the field came the range of his sickness, which scared off the local nocturnal fauna, leaving the trees and underbrush silent, save for a gentle breeze every once in a while. The perfect backdrop for an unpredictable night. 

Emily had just started reading her documentation involving a peculiar creature with one eye and a top-hat when her flashlight started flickering. She frowned and batted at it a few times before the light finally disappeared.

“Cheap piece of plastic.” She grumbled. She really had to get one of those fancy ones…She was about to pack up and leave when she suddenly had the urge to cough. She covered her mouth, coughing hysterically. “W-What the–” Cough! “–hell?!”  She was starting to grow uneasy. The whole forest was silent now, save for her coughing. She cleared her throat, but the urge was still there as she stumbled to stand.

[thefacelessone]

Good, she was probably aware now. He retracted his field, letting her light flicker back on and the sickness recede. The wildlife was smarter, and didn’t return just yet. On the off-chance that she wasn’t aware of his presence, he stepped forwards to the edge of the treeline, allowing his pale face to stand out among the darkened canopy of leaves. He didn’t do anything yet, just stood there. Maybe she’d get the hint and leave. Or, he silently hoped, she’d try and search for him more.

[skippy-says-hello]

During your daily routine, you pass by a tree. The tree wasn't very noteworthy at first glance, but upon its bark it bore a note tacked into the rough texture. 'ALWAYS WATCHES.' It's an odd threat, if one could call it a threat, scribbled alongside a drawing of a tall, faceless stick figure roughly as big as the pine trees drawn on either side of it.

Grim made it a habit to go outside, mostly to appear as though she were going to work. In reality, she mostly did her job at night. This was to be one such day until she saw the note.

She did not believe she had seen it before. Nor had she seen the tree, now that she thought of it. Despite better judgement, she took the note. Perhaps she could find the source? Or even more?

[thefacelessone]

The next day, the note reappears, though the writing is different. A string of ‘NO’s with an x through the o. Over the course of several days, the papers keep appearing, slowly growing more numerous and spread around where Grim’s daily routine took her. When she comes home one day, her front door is found slightly ajar, the lock slightly broken.

[skippy-says-hello]

She was not expecting another note, let alone the notes scattered along the paths her routines brought her. Seemed she had a bit of a stalker. Dangerous, given her line of work. However, it did not stop her search for her target. She just had to avoid the night time, due to warnings of creatures and killers that prowl the streets at that time.

This day was slightly different. She had taken the risk of doing her work later in the night, and it had paid off. She knew where the time traveling demon was. However, she also came home later than usual. The first thing she noticed was the door being open. It rose her suspicions. She left most of her belongings outside, including her shoes. She was wearing her usual work clothes, a Victorian suit. However, she needed to make as little noise as possible. She kept her knife on her, just in case.

She considered trying to find an unlocked window to sneak into. But she knew how paranoid people got. It was better to not cause a commotion by breaking one. So, she opened the door just enough for her to slip through. She hoped the shadows would help her blend in as she snuck through. She hoped she would either find her housemates or the being that broke into her home.

[thefacelessone]

Indeed, the assassin was not alone. A being lurked in the shadows, watching her every step. He blended in nearly perfectly, and took great pleasure in seeing she was just as adept at sneaking around as he was. Though, he had an advantage of being able to teleport… He had no interest in her possessions, though they did tell him a great deal about who she was as a person. Instead, he was interested solely on her.

He’d make great care to try not to show himself, though with her so close to him in this building, it’d be difficult to not induce her with his sickness. Initially, she had been a hunting quarry. But now… it was clear she was experienced with weaponry, with stealth, with the art of killing. That she did not immediately go to authorities and instead attempted to fight him herself… he could admire that. A note is quickly drafted up and left in a shaft of light for her to find. “CURI⨂US”.

[skippy-says-hello]

Grim was quick to notice the note. She, indeed, was not alone. By the looks of it, her stalker was the one to break in. She still tried to be stealthy, though she had the feeling she had already been spotted. Reading the note just confirmed her suspicions.

An innate feeling of dread washed over her. However, she tried to hide it behind a mask of calmness. She may not have known where the being was, but they also had not attacked her. Yet.

“Who are you? What do you want of Grim?” Those were the first two things that concerned her. She may allow curiosity to take over. If the being meant her no harm.

[thefacelessone]

Her name was Grim, then. Tendrils coiled in what could closest be described as satisfaction. She did not know his location, which to his credit was rapidly shifting. What did he want of her? That was a good question. Initially he wanted to use her for sustenance, but now that was changing. Perhaps instead of taking an aggressive approach, he could be more sociable. Another note was deposited in the light, allowing a wisp of tendril to be seen before retracting once again into the darkness. ‘⨂BSERVATI⨂N. C⨂MPANI⨂NSHIP.’

[flusenimkopf-deactivated2021060]

It's a dark summer night. The air hangs heavy and still, as if a thunderstorm were approaching. From the depths of a forest, a lone figure watches, waiting. His face, if you could call it one, stands out among the darkened leaves, pale and featureless as the moon. But there's no moon in the sky tonight.

Perrine sighed. “Not again”, the small alien murmured to herself. She just wanted to take a shortcut to go back to her space shuttle, but now she had gotten lost in that damn forest. Everything here looked the same.. trees, trees.. more trees.. Oh, and the moon? Or some kind of street light? No, that was something different. Her antennae twitched in excitement.

Curious and (almost) fearless as Perrine was, she went in the direction of.. whatever that was..

[thefacelessone]

She wasn’t human, that was for sure. Perhaps another cryptid? Or an alien? She also didn’t seem afraid. A shame, hunting her wouldn’t be satisfying in the slightest. Perhaps instead he could observe her, learn her kind, and an up-close observation wouldn’t hurt… He melded out of the trees, shrinking down a ways, tilting his head this way and that, as if to show he was just as curious of her as she was of him. 

[flusenimkopf-deactivated2021060]

Well, that caught her off guard. She expected everything, but not a .. human? No, that was definitely not a human. This creature looked way different from the ones she saw before. Also.. No contact to extraterrestrial lifeforms yet, her travel guide told her. Well, she would find out if she wasn’t the only alien here.

“Uhh, hey”, Perrine said while going closer to the black-dressed man which seemed to be as curious (or confused?) as her. Hard to tell without a face. Was he even able to speak? It was worth a try, Perrine decided as she looked up to him. “I’m searching for my.. uuum.. space-shuttle. Have you seen it somewhere? It’s small and pretty shiny. You know, I finally managed it to clean it. Oh, I-I know that sounds weird. Or.. isn’t it? I mean.. well, you’re no human either, are you?”

[thefacelessone]

He tilted his head strongly to one side, remaining there, and stopped in his tracks. Space-shuttle? This... thing was clearly not of this world. His shoulders bounced lightly at a restrained chuckle. He’s one to talk, huh? Now that she mentioned it, though, he had seen a small and rather foreign looking shiny thing deeper into the woods. 

With his hand, he made a ‘follow me’ gesture, and turned to stalk back into the line of trees, his legs seeming to barely move as his steps all but glided over the forest floor. 

[nxsleep-brxkendreams-deactivate]

[[ Welcome starter for @thefacelessone ]]

Emily knew she was in too deep, but there was no going back now. 

Emily was always fascinated in the things she had seen online. The scary things. Things involving demons, killers, creatures that lived in the shadows. Were they real? Were they fiction? That’s what fascinated her the most.

Tonight, Emily spent another night within the forest, waiting. She had come across a new peculiar entity known as “The Slenderman”, though he went by many names on the Internet. “The Observer”, “The Tall Man”, etc. Emily heard so many things about the creature, and yet, she wasn’t sure what its true goal was.

Was it to hurt? Was it to help? 

She heard many stories and ideals, and now she was determined to find out for herself. 

Though…she was losing hope. She had been flipping through her journal, flashlight in hand. After a good hour, she stopped and let out an audible sigh, “I’m a fool. How could I be so gullible…”

[thefacelessone]

Indeed, this girl had gotten in too deep. 

Mostly, Slender avoided having a presence online. There’d be less of a manhunt for him if he simply didn’t interact with humans much in the first place. But ever so often, he’d had a proxy check the forums and videos, and chuckle to himself. He’d let a few of his victims document his existence, but prey never learns to fear a predator if they never know there’s a predator there. 

Of course, there were doubters, non-believers, and a few hotheads who decided to test his patience by encroaching on his woods themselves. Granted, every heavily wooded area was his woods - the entire wold should belong to him. But when they entered searching specifically for him was when he tended to not show himself. 

Every so often, however, he’d let himself indulge. One lone human, who’d never be believed if they recounted their experience. Or would never get to recount their experience. This girl was clearly a fanatic, and was also alone. It was a perfect setup for him to indulge a bit.

He cast his electromagnetic field out a bit further, causing her flashlight to flicker and die. Along with the field came the range of his sickness, which scared off the local nocturnal fauna, leaving the trees and underbrush silent, save for a gentle breeze every once in a while. The perfect backdrop for an unpredictable night. 

[thefacelessone]

Is there any hope of being able to continue your species? Is that why you seem to dislike humans so much?

“. . .” 

Another tendril extends, once again wrapping around the grey faced one’s neck, though this one seems a bit tighter than before, as if the question was unpleasant. It’s conveyed that short of cross-breeding with humans, there’s no hope for his species. Hence the ‘last of his kind’ deal. And yes, if you must pry so much, humans are one of the reasons his species fell. As such, cross-breeding is off the table.

[thefacelessone]

What happens to your victims? It is assumed that you kill them, or make them proxies. But what happens to the bodies?

“. . .”

The Operator looks up into the branches surrounding them, tendrils lifting to admire his handiwork. Guts, organs, and general gore litter the tree branches, some impaled, some hanging from plastic bags tied to the branches, and all of them oozing a collection of puss and blood. 

(Art is by slenderman-art , I just cropped a bit)

[flusenimkopf-deactivated2021060]

It's a dark summer night. The air hangs heavy and still, as if a thunderstorm were approaching. From the depths of a forest, a lone figure watches, waiting. His face, if you could call it one, stands out among the darkened leaves, pale and featureless as the moon. But there's no moon in the sky tonight.

Perrine sighed. “Not again”, the small alien murmured to herself. She just wanted to take a shortcut to go back to her space shuttle, but now she had gotten lost in that damn forest. Everything here looked the same.. trees, trees.. more trees.. Oh, and the moon? Or some kind of street light? No, that was something different. Her antennae twitched in excitement.

Curious and (almost) fearless as Perrine was, she went in the direction of.. whatever that was..

[thefacelessone]

She wasn’t human, that was for sure. Perhaps another cryptid? Or an alien? She also didn’t seem afraid. A shame, hunting her wouldn’t be satisfying in the slightest. Perhaps instead he could observe her, learn her kind, and an up-close observation wouldn’t hurt... He melded out of the trees, shrinking down a ways, tilting his head this way and that, as if to show he was just as curious of her as she was of him. 

[skippy-says-hello]

During your daily routine, you pass by a tree. The tree wasn't very noteworthy at first glance, but upon its bark it bore a note tacked into the rough texture. 'ALWAYS WATCHES.' It's an odd threat, if one could call it a threat, scribbled alongside a drawing of a tall, faceless stick figure roughly as big as the pine trees drawn on either side of it.

Grim made it a habit to go outside, mostly to appear as though she were going to work. In reality, she mostly did her job at night. This was to be one such day until she saw the note.

She did not believe she had seen it before. Nor had she seen the tree, now that she thought of it. Despite better judgement, she took the note. Perhaps she could find the source? Or even more?

[thefacelessone]

The next day, the note reappears, though the writing is different. A string of ‘NO’s with an x through the o. Over the course of several days, the papers keep appearing, slowly growing more numerous and spread around where Grim’s daily routine took her. When she comes home one day, her front door is found slightly ajar, the lock slightly broken.

[skippy-says-hello]

She was not expecting another note, let alone the notes scattered along the paths her routines brought her. Seemed she had a bit of a stalker. Dangerous, given her line of work. However, it did not stop her search for her target. She just had to avoid the night time, due to warnings of creatures and killers that prowl the streets at that time.

This day was slightly different. She had taken the risk of doing her work later in the night, and it had paid off. She knew where the time traveling demon was. However, she also came home later than usual. The first thing she noticed was the door being open. It rose her suspicions. She left most of her belongings outside, including her shoes. She was wearing her usual work clothes, a Victorian suit. However, she needed to make as little noise as possible. She kept her knife on her, just in case.

She considered trying to find an unlocked window to sneak into. But she knew how paranoid people got. It was better to not cause a commotion by breaking one. So, she opened the door just enough for her to slip through. She hoped the shadows would help her blend in as she snuck through. She hoped she would either find her housemates or the being that broke into her home.

[thefacelessone]

Indeed, the assassin was not alone. A being lurked in the shadows, watching her every step. He blended in nearly perfectly, and took great pleasure in seeing she was just as adept at sneaking around as he was. Though, he had an advantage of being able to teleport... He had no interest in her possessions, though they did tell him a great deal about who she was as a person. Instead, he was interested solely on her.

He’d make great care to try not to show himself, though with her so close to him in this building, it’d be difficult to not induce her with his sickness. Initially, she had been a hunting quarry. But now... it was clear she was experienced with weaponry, with stealth, with the art of killing. That she did not immediately go to authorities and instead attempted to fight him herself... he could admire that. A note is quickly drafted up and left in a shaft of light for her to find. “CURI⨂US”.

[thefacelessone]

How many slenders are out there? Are there a great many? Only a few? Or are you the only one?

“. . .  . . .”

This particular question leaves the faceless being looking saddened. Or as saddened as he would allow himself to appear. Alas, he is the last. At least, in this timeline he is...

[thefacelessone]

Have you ever gotten attached to any proxies? Or is it more like a business transaction?

“ . . . ? “

The tall being shakes his head. Proxies are tools, he’d convey, though if he were being honest... there were a few tools he wished he could have held onto. 

[skippy-says-hello]

During your daily routine, you pass by a tree. The tree wasn't very noteworthy at first glance, but upon its bark it bore a note tacked into the rough texture. 'ALWAYS WATCHES.' It's an odd threat, if one could call it a threat, scribbled alongside a drawing of a tall, faceless stick figure roughly as big as the pine trees drawn on either side of it.

Grim made it a habit to go outside, mostly to appear as though she were going to work. In reality, she mostly did her job at night. This was to be one such day until she saw the note.

She did not believe she had seen it before. Nor had she seen the tree, now that she thought of it. Despite better judgement, she took the note. Perhaps she could find the source? Or even more?

[thefacelessone]

The next day, the note reappears, though the writing is different. A string of ‘NO’s with an x through the o. Over the course of several days, the papers keep appearing, slowly growing more numerous and spread around where Grim’s daily routine took her. When she comes home one day, her front door is found slightly ajar, the lock slightly broken.

[thefacelessone]

Hey Slender, do you ever have to fight anybody over your victims? Like, you already chose them and someone else attempts to take them?

“ … “

The being slowly nods. Finally, a bearable greyface. With a slim tendril wrapped around the anon’s neck, he imparts scenes of heated debates, mostly of his opponent shouting and himself firmly and angrily gesturing. Seems these battles are more arguments than actual fistfights. In the end, though, he always wins. He always gets his mark.

[thefacelessone]

Starter Call!

𝕄𝕦𝕟: Yep, I’m back and not dead, surprisingly!! And I’m in the mood for some role play, to top it all off. Like or reblog this post if you want a certain faceless being stalking around in your inbox or your local forest!  (Art belongs to slenderman-art I just cropped it a little.)

[thefacelessone]

🤙 Bump into my muse // @k-the-demonn

“ . . . ! ”

The greyface is swiftly lifted into the air, grasped by the neck with two thick tendrils. Despite being featureless, it’s clear the paler man is fuming. He despises being touched, and more importantly despises being caught unaware! In the end, though, it’s clear that their bump was from his lack of observation to his surroundings, and just as the Anon starts to see black from lack of oxygen, his grip on their throat relaxes and he lets the greyface fall to the ground. Let that be a warning to them, then, not to touch him again.

[thefacelessone]

(Pat pat pat) hewwos

" . . . ” 

The being turns its attention to the anon, and nods its head slowly as if in greeting. The ‘non, being as faceless as the taller man, is not in any inherent danger from the gesture, but a thought occurs to them that if the greyskin tried to touch the paler being again, they might loose their hand in the process.