Creepypasta One-Shots

Soulmates, ETC. (Slender X OC)

Content Warnings
• Talk of Amelia's death and loss in general
• A flashback takes place during WW2 (Nazis aren't mentioned or anything though)
• Slender and Casey kiss a bit more passionately than I've written before
Word Count: 3300+
Summary: Casey finds Slender venting about his first love's death through song. He shares the story of the last night he saw Amelia alive, the two kiss, and return home. Splendor and Slender share a moment. I decided not to go quite as dark with this as I could have. Makes it more accessible to read for people sensitive to a lot of stuff like I am.

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Casey wasn't leaving to use the bathroom, but Splendor didn't need to know that.

As of late, the two of them have been spending the odd night in a darkened museum in Berlin. It had a grand piano in the center of one of the viewing areas, it's black silhouette reflecting along with the two visitors against the polished marble flooring. It was nice to spend time together away from Dunston, especially while sharing music like they did. If there were any night guards, they either didn't notice the two when they visited, or didn't have the guts to tell them to leave.

On a night such as that one, Casey had come to notice a sort of melodic drone seeping in from the tall, white walls of the art museum. Splendor didn't seem to notice the haunting tune when it was present, but it always, always caught Casey's attention.

Tonight, the proxy was going to seek out the source.

The tune was easy to follow, but the more of it he heard the less sense it made. Casey wandered the nearly silent halls until finding a staff room door left ajar, and his navigation through the room lead him to a back door left unlocked. The song became louder as he stepped out onto the street.

"Thank God for this place's shit security," He muttered, baffled but amused.

It was definitely someone singing. Or... multiple someones? There almost sounded to be like there was three or more voices ringing out at once, each one so close to harmony but just short of it at the same time. That, and Casey realized as he followed it down the road that the song didn't have much... rhythm. It was notes and tones rolling over one another, all of them low pitch but still distinguishable, but it had no constants, and no refrain of any kind like most of the music he knew.

The streets were dead silent, otherwise. It was hardly 1AM, and there was no one around! He'd never heard of a city that was so barren at this hour. At the very least, he had less distractions seeking out the source of the ghastly song.

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking in every direction. The multiple voices made it seem like it was coming from almost every direction.

Maybe that's why people were staying inside.

Across the street, he spotted a chapel of sorts. Or a church, perhaps, he never knew the difference. It was tall and narrow, a sliver between two buildings it shared it's walls with. The bell tower was the only part that stood in opposition to the pressure on either side, almost like an arm raised up to grab the attention of passers-by.

It had worked on Casey. His attention was caught by a wedge in the front door, propping it open. He thought he saw someone at the very far end of the chapel, but he couldn't be sure. Now that he was close, he could hear the cries of a pipe organ being played inside.

"Seems as good a place as any," He murmured to himself, looking both ways despite the lack of traffic before running across the street to the chapel doors.

He could see inside the building much better, now. A draft blowing in from behind his place at the threshold seemed to almost want to push him inside, but if who he thought he saw at the seat of the organ was right, he wasn't sure if that was a good idea.