Creepypastas + Reader: If You Founded The Slender Mansion (The (Y/N) Mansion)

4 - Bad Feelings

That night, you were sitting up in a tree, laying back on a branch trying to relax. You kept thinking about the kid Sally cause you were worried about her and worried about why you kept thinking she needed your help.

"I'm supposed to be snuffing out killers and criminals, not 8 year old little gremlins...." You mumble to yourself. Although, Sally wasn't even that bad so you don't know why you were that upset.

You were starting to fall asleep on yourself about an hour later when the air around you starts to change and you start to see something materializing before you. Next thing you know, there's a familiar human looking man sitting on a tree branch nearby you.

"Zalgo..Zalgo...??"

The demon looking man frowned, "It's been a while, (Y/N)...."

You sat up and yawned looking at him. "What are you doing here and how did you find me?"

"This is the forty-seventh time the mansion has relocated and I don't understand how you think I can't track you."

"...Okay so what you can track me now you're here, but what do you want? And I thought you were mad at me for stealing that ...world thingy..."

Zalgo frowned, "You're not responsible enough to hold something so powerful. You need to return it. But that's not important now and that's not why I'm here"

"Why're you here??"

"You're becoming soft..."

You blink and tilt your head. "I'm becoming soft...? I'm sorry, what do you mean by that?"

Zalgo relocated by teleporting to the branch you were on and you heard the branch creak, so you immediately stand up thinking that it was going to snap.

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to recruit people into joining you at the mansion. Why would you want to reveal your place hidden away from everything to outsiders? You were strong on your own as a malevolent force. You were worthy enough of even joining me. But now you wish to accept the very kind you wished to get away from??"

"Yeah," you respond immediately afterwards. "I got tired of being by myself. I wanted maybe just one person to talk to but you just never showed up again. I turned to people and came up with the idea that maybe I could form a band of killers like me. I don't know how that's soft..."

"You're acting like them. You don't need them. I gave you abilities that surpass those of a human. You could be much much greater."

You were starting to get annoyed with him and was about to respond to him when you froze, suddenly feeling a cold sense run through your body.

Sally.

The image of the girl appeared in your head, you immediately looked to the house as you could see it from where you were up in the three.

The lights were all out through the windows, the family must all be asleep. Nothing seemed wrong as you looked closely at the house.

"Don't tell me you actually care about what happens to humans. To a little, useless girl." Zalgo sneered.

"I wouldn't say it's me caring. I'm just....curious."

"You care. You want that child to come to the mansion. You're far gone, (Y/N). Maybe it was a mistake, me entrusting a human like you."

You ignore Zalgo and keep looking out to the house. After a while, you quietly mutter without looking away from the house, "I haven't changed Zalgo. I'm still the same (Y/N) you entrusted with your powers. I'll never be like the other humans again. I promise you that."