THE SLENDER...BOY? CHAPTER 1

((Everyone's already read this now, sooooo...XD  But yeah.  In case you didn't know, there's an intro before this one.))

Slender Boy surveyed the classroom thoughtfully.  It was very nice and colorful…
Splendor would like it, then.  Personally, Slender didn't really like anything even close to a rainbow.

"Gee whiz!  This place is the bee's knees!" Splendor Boy gasped in awe, spinning around the room.

"Where's everyone else?" Portly Boy mumbled, taking a seat in the middle of the row.

"How would I know?" Slender Boy shot back, going to take a seat in the back near the window.

"I hope they come soon…" Splendor sighed, sitting in the very front and scooting his desk closer to the teacher's desk.

Slender Boy began to stare outside, and became fixated with the forest in the background.  It was so very pretty, the way the trees swayed with the wind…

He tilted his head with curiosity as he saw a boy younger than him come out from the forest, and began to walk closer to the white picket fence that marked the school grounds.

Aaaw.  He must have been a Kindergartener, or perhaps even a preschooler.  He was very short with short black hair and a little cowlick in the middle, wearing an orange jacket with little jeans.

Slender Boy lost sight of him as he entered the school.

Kids were beginning to file in the classroom now, one by one.

Slender Boy began to squirm uncomfortably at their faces, how they looked at him.  Whispering to each other.  No, no, no!  He KNEW this would happen…

To cover himself with embarrassment, Slender Boy grew four shadowy tendrils out of his back, and shielded himself.

Something sharply poked his arm in the next five seconds.  Slender Boy looked up, seeing a boy with glasses and short dark brown hair.

"Eeew, he has no face!" The boy gasped, hiding behind another boy with a dark green hat, holding a camera.

"OH MY GOSH I MUST FILM HIM THEN~" The boy with the camera said, quickly pressing the record button on his camera.

Slender Boy slumped down in his chair, extremely uncomfortable now, and hid himself in several tendrils now.

"Now, now, boys and girls, take your seats," A voice called out, and there was the sudden sound of shuffling.  Slender Boy, curious, allowed the tendrils to go back into his back, and peeked out from behind his desk.

It was a nice looking young lady.  She was tall—but not as tall as his mom and dad, not nearly—and had a face, with a nose, eyes, and everything.

"Okay, I'll take roll now..." She said chipperly, smiling at their young faces...and...non-faces.  "Abby?"

"Here!"

"Okay, Billy?"

"Here!"

"Generic non-important minor character name?"

"Here!"

Slender Boy sat up a little, more and more curious now.  The lady didn't seem to be the type to pick on him for his…facelessness.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the little boy with the orange hoodie came in.

"Oh, there you are, Tim…" The lady noted, jotting something down on her clipboard.  "Take a seat, honey."

Oh, the boy was in Slender's grade?  Hmm.

"Sorry I'm late," The boy gasped, seeming out of breath, absentmindedly taking a seat adjacent to Slender Boy.  "There was this butterfly, and-and it was really pretty, so I watched it, but then it flew away, so I chased after it, and—"

The class was snickering now, and the woman put up her hands to shush them.

"Please try to be punctual next time, Tim.  But that's a lovely story."

Tim nodded, although it was beyond him what the word 'punctual' meant.

"Okay, everyone seems to be here!  Let's begin then.  I'm Mrs. Blue."

The class found this to be amusing.

"Like the color?  I like colors.  They're very very very very very oh-so nice," Splendor Boy piped up.

"Yes, Splendor, like the color," Mrs. Blue replied with a nod, going to write her name on the board.  "Let's start with a fun activity.  I want you to tell me a little about yourselves.  What you like to do, your favorite color, and favorite food.  Splendor, why don't we start with you?"

"Okay, okay!  I'm Splendor Boy.  I like making people happy, playing with cute things, and playing with my brothers.  I have NO IDEA what my favorite color is, because there's SO MANY.  Aaaaand…um…I like…eating…I…I don't know…"

"Surely you have a favorite food?"

"U-um, well…I don't really like what my parents and Slender like to eat…"

"And what do they like, then?"

Splendor looked back to Slender, and although he was still smiling, Slender knew he was nervous.  The older boy quickly shook his head.

"…Vegetables.  I don't like vegetables…" Splendor Boy sighed, not liking to lie.  But Slender knew best…

There was a murmur of agreement among the class.

"Well, that's perfectly fine.  But do you like fruits?"

"Um, yeah.  Yeah yeah yeah," Splendor answered back with a vigorous nod.

"Well, that's good then!  Um, Alex, why don't you go next?" Mrs. Blue prompted, pointing to the boy in glasses.

"I'm Alex Kralie, everybody.  So, hey.  I like…hmmm…randomly filming myself and being a meanie to everyone.  I like the color red and sugar cookies."

"It's true," The boy with the green hat interjected.

"Okay, Jay.  What about you?"

"Hi, I'm Jay.  And, um, I like filming.  Everything.  Yeah.  And I like wearing hats and being paranoid and not understanding encrypted messags."

"Hey, I like those!" Tim replied chipperly.

"Um, ok.  And I guess I like the color green and um…food.  Food that is good food."

"Ok…lovely…answer, Jay," Mrs. Blue said with a strange look.  "Tim?"

"Um, hi!  I'm Tim.  Like I said, I like encrypted messages and…and I'm going to grow sideburns one day.  And they'll be SO AWESOME I'll have super powers.  I like the color orange and my favorite food is cheesecake.  I tried it once…and it was SUPER GOOD."

Slender Boy looked at Tim as he was talking.  Hmm.  Something about this boy…what was it?

…Ah.  He could be easily manipulated, that's what it was…Slender Boy took a mental note of this.

"Slender?"

Slender Boy jolted in his seat as his name was called, looking to the teacher.

"It's your turn, sweetie," She ushered.

"H-hi, everyone.  Um, I'm Slender Boy.  I like to, um…stand still in front of forests, and stuff…um…I like the color black, but I like white too…my-my
favorite food is, um…" Slender Boy began to take great interest in his shoes as
his voice became a mere whisper at the last word.

"Hmm?  Dear, speak up, please."

"I-I like to eat, um…ice cream," Slender Boy sighed, having to cover up for his strange diet again.  Why was it so bad to say he liked to eat children?  It wasn't like he could kill them himself yet; that's what his dad did.

"I do too!" Tim exclaimed beside him, smile as almost as big as Splendor Boy's.

Oh, my.  That could be a little irksome.  He was soooo…cheerful.  Oh well; Slender Boy would learn to get over that minor little hitch.  Just wait till his parents learned he had found his first minion.  They'd be sooooo proud…