Slenderman? The name sounded a bit familiar to Jack, but not very. He didn’t spend a great deal of time online, except for looking up pictures and managing his commission website, and he hadn’t come across that particular creature. “What’s a-”
And then the anon’s spell hit.
Jack barely had time to cry out in shock before his entire face melted into a smooth, blank mask. He could feel his body stretching, elongating, growing impossibly tall. Although his eyes were gone, somehow he could still see, and he watched as the spell bleached his skin, turning it from sky-blue to a ghostly grayish-white.
His color-vision faded, turning the world to shades of black and gray. Every movement seemed to be sharper and keener in his sight – and, when he looked over at Roxy sleeping on the couch, he realized he could also see body heat, like a pit viper.
As if sensing that something was wrong, Roxy woke up from her nap. The fat little pug’s eyes widened, and she nearly fell off the couch as she scrambled backward, barking fearfully.
Jack started to reach out to his dog, but then looked down at his long, spindly white hands, and his shoulders slumped. He couldn’t talk, but his unhappy thoughts still echoed in the air.
If Roxy’s so upset, then what’s Katelynn going to say when she comes home?
Jack Maple 