:Kat's POV:
"Yes sir!" The hooded man cries out, which is only probably as loud as someone's normal voice, and quickly removed the jacket from
Volt. As told, they all left us alone.
"Now," Slender said.
"You might wonder why I have taken you into my office, let alone my mansion, alive. Now let me explain: I have been keeping an eye on you two ever since you began your lives as murderers. In fact, it was I who teleported you to these woods."
"So that is why we didn't notice ourselves walk into the woods," Volt commented.
"We never did."
"So, besides that, why have you brought us here?" I ask.
"Now here comes the decision."
The Slenderman says.
"I am allowing you this one chance: you can join our lines as a creepypasta, prowling the land killing or stalking and keeping every man afraid,"
"Being able to kill anyone without any penalty?" I ask, interested.
"Yes, except for other pastas"
"Well," Volt said.
"And the other choice?"
"Of course, to get out of here and continue being normal murderers who would be in danger of hunger, lack of shelter, and cops."
"Okay, I like the first choice better." He says quickly.
"And yours, Kat?"
It might sound good to Volt, but I can't decide between being normal and being a pasta. As a pasta I would have all this privilege yes, but I might lose my being solitary.
I almost said continue a normal life, if it were not for that feeling inside of me.
What about Volt? How would he cope in a house filled with killers?
"I will stay..here, with the pastas,
with Volt."
"Then it is decided." Slender says simply.
"Welcome to the Slender Mansion"
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Slender Woods
FanfictionAhh... Yes. One of many stories about the 'slender mansion.' I am not even going to try to convince you that this one will be different than any other you read. Point of view will mainly be my character, Seth, but could be changed temporarily to an...
