slenderman x vincent van gogh headcanons (feat. pablo picasso)

an actual fanfic but it's only the beginning because my friend's a bitch

i did not write this because im illiterate

God, today sure had been stressful, Slender thought. His boss had been heckling him relentlessly about his unfinished paperwork, and he’d snapped, reminding his boss “I’m not half as useless as whoever allowed you to run this company!!” He sighed, irritated. Why couldn’t he keep on top of things at work?? More importantly, why couldn’t he have just kept his mouth shut? Reluctantly, he made his way past the front door and hung his faded coat on the rack. Anxiously scratching the back of his neck, he called out “I’m home..”, letting Vince know he’d returned early.

He trodded over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on. “Slen??” Vincent questioned, concerned “How come you’re home so much earlier than usual? he walked over, removing his “kiss the cook” apron. He’d been cooking apple pie, slendys favourite. He’d seemed paranoid about work recently. Of course, Vin was no baker (an artist, actually), but he’d always loved cooking for his fiancé; but now? He was just worried. He placed a tender hand on slendermans back. “Hun.. what’s going on?” Vincent cautiously insisted. He knew his boyfriend had a hard time opening up when he felt down.