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// Leave. Him. Alone. 
// Story: Running from Slender 
// by Undead_Non-Brony 
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My name is Michael. I am 23 years old, 5 days ago. I am 6' 3". I have medium length dirty blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and a scar on my right cheek. I am most likely going to die soon. For a celebration, my 3 friends took me hunting in Canada. They chose Canada because they heard how I always wanted to go moose hunting. I brought my German short Hair, Colmillo, with me. I have had this dog since my mom died, and my dad... disapeared. Yeah, disapeared. Lets go with that. My mom was driving home from the grocery store when an 18 wheeler ignored a red light and slammed into her. Sent her rolling 100 feet away from the force of the impact. Dad somehow managed to find a way to blame me. A few days later he came home shit faced and started getting tough with me. Funny considering that i'm a foot and a half taller than him, and my muscles are the size of his head. Then the next day, poof! He's gone. Hehehe. Anyways, my friends got me Colmillo. I have had him ever since. He has been my constant companion. But now, i'm going to die without him. couldn't ask for any thing worse.

When my friends and I got to the campsite, we found these wierd pieces of paper with some odd things drawn on them. One had an X'ed out circle. Another had a tall stick figure that had the word "no" written along the borders. Some real wierd shit. We burned them all and went hunting the next day. I had my 12 gauge shotgun, my bowie knife, and a bow with about 12 arrows. We decided to split up. I went off with Colmillo. We had been by ourselves for about an hour. Then I heard my friend Jimmy scream. then Jack, then Ollie. Next thing I knew I see some crazy tall guy with no face, a black suit, and red tie. The craziest thing though, was the numerous tentacles coming out of his back. Colmillo, who is normally very brave, hid behind me and growled. I turned and ran with Colmillo on my heels. That was 4 days ago. I think today he's gonna get me. I'll send My dog off without me and offer myself up, and just hope that monster spares him.

I hugged Colmillo, and started talking to him, like I tended to do. "Colmillo, I love you. You're my best friend." I could feel tears starting to roll down my face. "But now I need you to go. Try and find you way out of the forest. If you hear me scream, just run, OK?" He whined and licked my face. I chuckled throatily. "Get goin' bud." he looked at me sadly and started to walk away. He made it 5 feet before turning and looking at me. The tears were flowing freely now.
"Get goin."

'bark!'

"Go!"

'bark! bark bark!

"I said, GO!!!" I stood up and started toward him like I was going to hit him. I never would, but he didn't know that. He took off like a bullet. After he was gone, I sat down and leaned against the tree. I wasn't too worried about him being able to survive. He could run down a rabbit fairly easily, and there are numerous streams running throught the area. He'd be fine. That is, if that fucking freak doesn't get him. I loaded my gun. I reached into a bag I had with me when this all started and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. I took a huge swig of it. Then I chucked the bottle at a tree off to the left of me.

I didnt hit a tree though. What I hit was the monster itself.  It looked just like i remembered. That wasn't what got me though. What got me was the fact he had my friend, my best friend. The one I would lay down my life for without hesitation. Colmillo.

I didn't even realize what I was doing. Before I could blink, I was rushing him with my knife. But before I could reach him, a tentacle lashed out at me. It hit me right in the chest. I flew back at least 5 feet and hit the ground. I felt a burning white hot pain in my gut. I looked down and the knife, which I sharpened daily, was planted there. With a shadowy appendage wrapped around the handle. I looked at the monster and what I saw horrified me. Somehow a mouth had appeared. It looked the the skin was ripped and past it, were hundreds of razor-like teeth. It smiled wolfishly, and brought my dog to my view. I could tell he was knocked out. His left leg was broken, and blood was flowing like oil from BP. Before the monster could react, I pulled my shotgun from off of my back, held in place by a nylon srap. I cocked it and fired. The buck shot smacked into the monster. He dropped Colmillo and was thrown at least 12 feet away. I ripped the blade from my gut and sheathed it. I was so full of fear for my dog and adreneline, that I didn't feel a thing. I ran to Colmillo, picked him up, and ran.

There was no telling how far I ran, or how long. Before I knew it, we were at small creek. I set down my uncocious load and walked over to it. The blade had pierced my hunting jacket, and thick, military grade vest. That monster must be incredibly strong. I took both of them off and cupped some water in my hand so I could wash the wound. I did this, re-clothed myself, and then turned my attention to Colmillo. I examined his leg. It was very badly broken. I winced at the angle it was in. I got up and walked to a near by tree to snap off a branch and make splint. I retuned to my dog and put his leg between the two pieces of wood. I took some twine from my bag and tied the wood together. Unexpectedly, Colmillo awoke with a howl of pain. I finished the splint and wrapped my dog in a hug. He was still whinig but started licking my tear stained face. "I'm so sorry! I should have never made you leave!" I said to my dog who now was licking the tears from my face. "I promise, as long as I live, I'll never leave you! Ever!" he barked happily In response.

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Slender had never been attacked before. Let alone have his prey escape. He was furious. He would find this puny creature and his puny mutt. He would make them suffer. Slender got up and looked around. The hunter and his dog were gone. Fortunatley, the stab wound Slender had inflicted left a small blood trail. Slender grinned and let his mouth close up. He would toy with this human for a few hours. Slender slowly started dissapating into a black mist. after this transformation completed, he flew off into the night sky. Tonight was going to be the most fun he had had in a few millennia!
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I must have nodded off for a few minutes. I looked up and saw Colmillo taking a drink from the stream. I got up and walked over to him. He looked over at me and wagged his tail. I rubbed his head and said "You ready bud?" He barked and I shouldered my Shotgun and picked up my dog. I decided to follow the stream. I must've walked for an hour before I saw a tree with another note on it. I set Colmillo down and unshouldered my gun. Ready to shoot, I walked up to the note and looked at it. It had the monster drawn perfectly and beneath it, it said 'SLeNDeR'. Huh, how fitting. I tore down the note and heard a startled yelp. Quick as a snake, I rounded towards Colmillo and saw Slender holding him again, mouth wide open, ready to engulf him. I ran at the monster and shoulder butted him away. I made sure my dog was okay, excluding previous injuries. satisfied I turned towards Slender, who had gotten back up. I raised my 12 gauge to his head and said "Leave. Him. Alone." Slender shook from, what I thought was fear, but then realised that he was laughing. I fired three times, and each hit its mark. But Slender wasn't fazed. He started walking towards me. I turned, picked up Colmillo, and ran. Striaght into a glowing green portal.

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When I woke up, I could hear birds chirping. I sat up and looked around. I could tell I was in an apple orchard, due to all the apple trees. I heard a whimper to my left, and when I looked, I saw Colmillo looking at me. His gaze shifted to my gut, and when I looked, my knife wound had opened up again. It was bleeding profusley. I took the knife out of its holster and cut the sleeves of my jacket off. I split each in half, and double wrapped the wound. Satisfied, I checked my gear. My shotgun was in good condition, and I still had enough shells to keep myself loaded for a few weeks. My knife was okay. Could use another sharpening. My bow was fine, but I lost half of my arrows. I turned to Colimillo and smiled. He looked at me, and barked happily, despite his broken leg. I patted him on the head and picked him up. I kept my knife out just in case. I started walking. After five minutes, I saw what looked like a farm house. I started walking faster, breaking into a jog. I was eager to get my dog some real help. I made it to the porch. I knocked on the door and waited. After a few seconds the door opened, and what I saw suprised me. So much so, I almost dropped Colmillo. Almost. Standing there, was a 4 and a half foot tall Red pony, with a yoke around its neck. I took a step back and said something along the lines of "HOLY FUCKING ASS CRACKERS!!!!!!" It took stance like it was going to charge. I jumped back and set my dog down. I turned back to the animal, knife ready. "Bring it, bitch!" I said. looking back on it, maybe I shouldnt of said that. It cahrged, head down. Just before it reached me, I grabbed it by the neck and, using its own momentum, swung it into a wall. It loud out an "oof!" Behind me, I heard a voice say "What in tarnation is goin' on here!?!"