• You weren't usually gone this long. You had a tendency to disappear for a few days, sometimes weeks, but never three months. You were a Creepypasta, but not a proxy. You mainly just hung out in or around the Slenderman manison, and spent your time bugging the proxies or other creepypastas. Most found you annoying, sometimes even tried and failed to kill you, but some liked your presence.

This time, you had been gone for three months, one week, and five days. Everyone was worried, even the creepypastas who didn't like you. Slenderman never showed any sort of concern, which was expected, and only really cared because you meant something to his proxies. So, as soon as your presence returned within the area of the mansion, Slenderman gathered the proxies to help search for you.

You were walking back to the mansion, looking dirty and ruffed up. There were a few scrapes and bruises on you, but any other injuries were hidden. You felt the familiar static in the back of your head for a moment, then it stopped suddenly. You felt eyes watching from all over, and specifically Slenderman's presence. You turned around, and Slenderman was standing right behind you.

"Where have you been? It's been over three months since you were last here." The faceless being spoke, his voice monotone and flat. There was rustling in the bushes around you, and the faint sound of Ticci Toby's tics, as if the other proxies were just watching. They were all clearly relieved and excited to see you, more so the one who liked you. The one who didn't like you were more calm and stoic.*