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 Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 6:52 pm
It was a peaceful night, for Mot. The evening was young, class was over, and he had retired to his bedroom.
The window to his dorm was slightly ajar, if he cared to notice such a thing. Nothing else in his room appeared to be amiss...
That is, except for the fact that the space underneath his bed was, in fact, a little...darker than usual.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 7:01 pm
For a while he ignored it. It wasn't something terribly noticeable at first. A trick of the light.
But then as he was playing a small game of fetch the ball with his foxfire FooFoo, the ball tumbled under the bed. FooFoo skidded to a halt, whined insistantly and high tailed it into the bathroom to hide.
"FooFoo?" Mot called, but the dreamdust continued whining from the bathroom. Mot sighed, not wanting to leave clutter under his bed. So he knelt down on the ground and reached his hand in to find the ball himself.
Gosh was it ever dark under there...
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 7:06 pm
Mot would find no ball.
Instead, there was was a puddle of inky-black on the floor. It moved around, for a moment, and then as if from nowhere, sinewy black tentacles peeled up and off the floor. The shadows slid out from under the bed in a singular lithe movement, turning from something flat into the shape of a rather tall individual.
X peered down at Mot, the tentacles still writhing behind his white head, raised from the shoulders of his elegant black suit.
"I believe," he mused, sounding faraway. "That this is yours." He offered the ball to Mot with a pale hand: it was clawed without a nail, the digits sharpened to a point.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 7:25 pm
Wet? Oh no, did FooFoo piddle again? But no.. this wasn't... The reaper couldn't move. The black substance becoming sentient, moving about and growing. Even as the form morphed into the familiar Teacher's aid, Mot stared up in horror.  The extended hand was leaned away from at first, a shaking pale hand coming up to take back the ball. "Th---thank.. you.." The reaper's grasp on it faltered, and it bounced away into the bathroom. Where FooFoo yipped happily and played with it. Some guard!pet he turned out to be. Mot staggered to his feet, never breaking away his gaze at the faceless being in his room. "Um... sir? Wh-why were you.. under... bed... why.."
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 9:19 pm
X peered down at Mot, amused. There was no space for lips to quirk upwards, but the tall demon did bring his hands up and shrug, the wispy tentacles slowly disappeared-- but not before one lovingly stroked Mot's cheek.
"Checking in on your well-being."
He brushed some dust off his suit, straightening his collar.
"I have been observing you all day, in fact." He cocked his head, and if he had eyes, X would have blinked slowly in the cowboy reaper's direction.
"A most interesting subject."
As if this were simply commonplace, the slenderman started walking the perimeter of Mot's room, picking up various objects and setting them down after a brief moment of studying.
He did not look like he was going to stop any time soon.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 2:59 am
The loving stroke of his cheek sent chills down Mot's spine. Was this one of those times he needed to call for another adult? Was he in trouble? The reaper's nerves were working overtime now, watching as X moved about. He'd been watching him? All day? "Wh.... Th-then what exactly did.. you .. hear.." Or see. What had X so interested in Mot that he'd watched him all day. What events had he witnessed? What mutterings had he heard? While his room was normally littered with cowboil themed objects, the last few weeks it had been sporting a minimalist touch. Still, the odd knick knack and bed covering certainly still held that Old West flare. Not to mention his desk had the usual mess from wood carving projects.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:28 pm
"I do not know," X mused, each word uttered with deliberation. "What did I hear?"
He turned on his heel.
"Nothing of import." The slenderman picked up a woodcarving project, a work in progress, turning it over delicately in his large hands, careful of his sharp fingers.
"Did Miss Cricket patch you up sufficiently?" he inquired, his voice low and smooth, seeming pleased. "If that is the case, there is a...task, I have for you."
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 3:34 pm
How did he know where'd he been? Had he heard him return? Heard him mutter to himself? Why was this being such a creep? Mot felt a little bit exposed, rubbing his arms as if a chill had come over him. "Yes." He stated with a shrug.
"Task?" X needed him to do something? Part of him was intrigued. He liked being of use. But at the same time, X was creepy, and he worried what it was the task included him doing.
"What is it?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 6:51 pm
"Excellence," he purred, setting the wooden object down back upon the desk.
"Recently, a possession of mine has gone missing. I request your assistance in gathering it, once more."
If he could have smiled, there would have been one, writ upon his lips. But, alas, no such thing existed on X's face.
"It is merely a page. simple, with some writing upon it-- but it is of vital import to me and mine. I believe the culprit took it to the forbidden woods." X tapped his chin. "As it is, by its name, forbidden...This is no official request."
"Find a friend, perhaps one on such a quest such as you, and take them there to look. I thank you in advance."
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 1:40 pm
He was missing an important page? In the woods? Well that would take ages. However, Mot wasn't one to turn down a request for aid. Especially not from a member of the faculty. Even if it wasn't it official request. Besides, looking for lost evidence could always be a trait well looked for in the ranks of the Boogeymen?
But forbidden had Mot a little worried.
"A friend?" He asked, trying to think of who he could ask. He knew many people, it was just a matter of whom. "Well, alright. I will do my best."
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