It wasn't as uncommon for Slender to bring strays home. After all, so many people thought that sacrificing others would spare them from his wrath. The fools.
One morning, a scenario like that plaid out again. Slender entered the mansion, carrying bags of the various body parts his "children" needed in his tendrils as he cradled a bloody boy in dire need of medical assistance in his arms.
"I'll be in my office." He'd told them.
That was yesterday. Now they just had to explain what had happened when he woke up.
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Last he remembered was the stabbing. The chanting. The ritual.
He hadn't wanted this. He wanted safety. He wanted home.
There was no more, he reminded himself before he passed out. The cult had made sure of it.
He didn't expect, however, to awaken in a comfortable bed. At the side was a tall, silent male. "You're awake." Was all he said. He then left the room, leaving him alone and confused.
But at least there were some game systems nearby.
