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There's a myth of a figure-like man Who wears a suit, has no face, and arms incredibly expands A willowy man with tentacles for hands Hence his chilling name "Slenderman" He lurks in the fog and everywhere that's dark He wanders around where your eyes cannot spot Every child cries, because of the nightmare he's brought Don't go near the woods, because that's where he spawned Don't ever walk alone, that might only be a thought In the mist or in the dark is were you'll be caught He'll follow you unsound, to make your sanity decay So never turn around, or you'll never be found

WARNING: Contains F/f vore with digestion. If you don't like vore, don't read it! If you don't know what vore is, look it up before deciding whether to read or not!     Lula Small, of sixteen years and two inches, was in enemy territory. Humans were dangerous, giant monsters that were likely to step on any tinies that got in their way. Their pets were even worse, relentlessly hunting and devouring any who were unfortunate enough to be noticed by them. Going anywhere near areas inhabited by humans was against the law, although that wasn't really necessary since most sane people were too terrified to try. Walking on a human