Remember You—Chapter 1
Summary: Leo has been followed by a tall faceless man his whole life. After saving the world from Gaea he chooses to surrender himself to the entity in hopes to protect those he cares about, becoming one of his proxies and losing all memories of his past friends, name, and life.
But some people just aren't willing to let him go, and will go to whatever lengths to find him and bring him back home.
Word Count: 1,313
Warnings: Memory loss, murder of a child/child death, blood, mentions of paranoia/vomiting, Slender sickness in general, fear, emotional manipulation, cursing
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Leo first saw the faceless man when he was eight, a day or two after he burned down his mother’s warehouse with her inside. He had appeared outside the window of his first foster home, staring almost expectantly at him. For being a creature with no eyes, his gaze demanded Leo’s attention.
His head began to throb, and he ran out of his room in hopes that the man would be gone when he came back in. And he was, but the headache still remained. The man appeared again the next night, and the next, and the next. Leo ran away after the fifth night seeing him, when the man had actually entered his room.
The faceless demon followed him wherever he went, knowing every new foster home he was sent to, every school he got expelled from, every person he interacted with. Leo ended up eventually adjusting to his presence, ignoring any headaches, paranoia, and vomiting the man caused. The demon may be awful, and Leo couldn’t think of a time when his throat didn’t tighten in fear when he saw him, but it seemed he was a constant he would have to get used to.
But then he got sent to Wilderness School, and soon after Camp Half-Blood. When he heard about the camp’s protective border, he almost wanted to cry in joy; here he would be safe from that thing. He wouldn’t have to see it ever again.
The thought of having to leave camp to go on a quest to save the world made him nervous to see the faceless man again, but he was surprised to find he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe even a creature like him didn’t want the world to be destroyed. So, he had almost a year of peace from the faceless demon, and all the monster attacks combined with dying and coming back to life made him almost forget about him.
Of course that couldn’t last forever. Exactly a year after he had first come to camp, he started to see the man again. He appeared at the edge of the forest, right outside the camp border. No one else seemed to be able to see him, despite him standing out in the open in clear daylight.
The headaches and sickness returned, getting worse than ever, to the point where he spent half his time lying in bed, too exhausted to do anything. His siblings that stayed year-round began to worry, but he was too scared something would happen to them if he came clean.
He began losing chunks of his memory, falling asleep in bed and waking up near the camp border. He forced himself to stay awake once he realized he had been waking up closer and closer to the border each night. But then he let his guard down and ended up spacing out for a moment. When he came to, he was in the bathroom, washing his hands at the sink. It was too dark to make out anything, but the smell of iron in the air was enough.
He found out a few hours later he had gone out and killed one of the unclaimed campers, a ten year old boy he had never talked to a day in his life. Having never interacted with him, he got off scot-free, but the guilt settling in his stomach was almost enough of a punishment.
The faceless man’s influence extended through the border. There was nowhere to hide.
The next morning his siblings awoke to find his bed empty, with a note sitting on his pillow. “I’m leaving. Don’t look for me.”
Leo wandered deep into the woods in silence, a backpack full of clothes and his toolbelt stuffed with old blueprints and small inventions he had been hoping to finish. “I’m not running anymore. Where are you?” He spoke to the forest.
The faceless man appeared before him, filling his mind with static so loud it felt as though his ears were bleeding. “What do you want with me? Do you just like messing with me? Think that’s a real fun way to spend your Saturday night?” The static only grew louder, seeming to form something that might have been words, but Leo wasn’t paying attention.
“Oh, I’m not gonna go out and kill random mortals like any other demon!” He spoke mockingly. “No, you know what I feel like doing? I’m gonna find one random guy and fuck with him to my heart’s content! Now that sounds like a good time! Just go and ruin his whole life! Make him a fucking child murderer!” He huffed. “You made me kill a child! What the actual fuck? And here I was hoping you might have standards!”
The headache throbbed against his skull, like a million tiny hammers pounding and pounding away. The static grew so loud his brain refused to function, unable to get his tongue to move to verbalize any more of his anger. He collapsed to the ground, coughing, vomiting. The man towered over him, watching, waiting. Leo felt as his consciousness began to fade.
He wished he could’ve told his friends goodbye. He couldn’t help but wonder what Piper and Jason would think of his note.
The teen boy woke up, or had he never been sleeping? He was tired, that was for damn sure. He looked up, seeing a tall, faceless man standing before him. The man was intimidating, and somewhat scary, but a sense of calm filled him as he stared up at him. “Uh, hi?” He awkwardly spoke, his throat somewhat hoarse; had he been screaming earlier?
“Hello, young one.” A man’s voice spoke in his mind.
“Who are you? Where are we?” He looked around frantically. Nothing but trees in all directions, they were in some kind of forest.
“I am Slenderman, I am your master. And where we are is of no importance.” The teen wanted to make some snide comment about someone calling themself “Slenderman”—what kind of dumbass name is that?—but he felt commenting on it would get him killed, so he bit it back.
“Okay, you’re my master. Great.” He spoke slowly. “And uh, who am I exactly?” Slenderman’s head tilted to the side slightly.
“Do you have any memory of who you are?” His tone didn’t sound concerned or worried in the slightest, but rather that he was testing something, prodding at the teen’s mind as if to check something.
“Nothing’s going on up here.” He said, tapping at his temple. The man nodded.
“I see. That is my doing, the memories from your previous life were nothing but pain, so when you came to me I thought it best if I were to take that pain from you and give you a chance at a new life. I hope you don’t mind.” The last comment left him on edge, sounding less like a “hope” and more like a demand. He shrugged.
“I mean if I wanted to remember anything I would’ve tried harder remembering it or...something. I guess I should thank you?”
“A thank you isn’t necessary. Now come, I have a job for you. Under me your new name will be Pyro.” Pyro was gonna ask why—memory or no memory, what the hell did he have to do with fire—but he held that back as well. Slenderman didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d want to answer questions.
He got to his feet steadily, noting the backpack full of clothes and the toolbelt around his waist. Oh great, so pre-amnesia him had done all the packing for him. He huffed, slinging the backpack over his shoulder and looking over to his new master. Slenderman held a large clawed hand out to him, the silent demand hanging in the air.
Pyro took his hand hesitantly, and the world went black.