Ms. Galloway (A Slender Man love story)

Breakfast with Slendsie

        I fixed up the huge bed, which was way harder than what it looks, considering I'm so tiny and the bed was meant for a giant. Then I cleaned up my mess from last night. I tried to find a vaccum but I gave up after I couldn't 15 minutes later. Then I began to explore the room some more. Slender Man's dresser was empty. Then I realized it wasn't a dresser but some sort of chest. I opened its double doors to reveal some sort of cubby hole filled with neatly stacked papers. They look like some sort of reports and files. I didn't want to mess them up, so I closed the double-doors...Until something caught my eye.

        It was a cute little black notebook. And upon closer inspection, I saw that it was diary with that same elegant, golden "S" imprint from the bathroom towels and robe. I feel my cheeks flush red with excitement as I carefully picked up the little booklet. Who'd thought that that lunatic kept a diary, let alone knew how to write?! It was surprsingly light, and I was really tempted to leaf through it. But I decided against it, knowing Slender Man could appear at any moment. He'd already been gone for an hour. So I put the diary back, making note of where I put it, and closed the double doors. Just in time too.

        When I settled myself back on the bed in criss-cross-applesauce fashion, Slender Man materialized infront of the door. He seemed to have nothing...Until one of tenticles came into view, clutching several mcdonalds bags. He socked them at me, and they landed in my lap or around me. I squealed because I didn't have McDonald's in, like, FOREVER.

        "Thank you so much, Slendsie!" I squealed.

        "Slendsie?" the Slender Man grunted. "That's even worse than Slendy. I hate that name."

        I had already tore into the bag to see the treasures he'd gotten me. My jaw dropped at the various quantities.

        "I didn't know what you'd like," the Slender Man reasoned with a shrug of his shoulders. "So I got you all of the breakfast items. Eat what you like, and I'll throw the rest at Stiltwalker. He seems to have an interest for human food."

        I was already eating away at an egg mcmuffin that I'd randomly chosen from out of the bag. "Mmm..." I moaned. I glanced at Slender Man, then grabbed a sausage biscuit and threw it at him.

        He caught it with an extended tenticle. "Have you lost your mind?" he growled. "I've already ate. Besides, I don't eat human food."

        "What did you eat?" I asked, already half way through my sandwich.

        "A delicious little morsal he was," the Slender Man suddenly said, not to me in particularly, but he spoke as if he were remembering a happy moment. "So young, delicate, and tender. I spared his sister, but she'll be next sooner or later."

        I paused my chewing. "Say wha-at?"

        "He tasted like bacon," the Slender Man said. "Could have used some sage though."

        I made a mental note: Slender Man has a thing for thyme and sage. Or perhaps he likes spices in general...And plus, he has a total psychotic side to him. I don't ask WHAT he and 'his sister' was. I just pray that he's talking about some wild pigs or whatever.

        "Why sage?" I asked, trying to destract myself from the grim possibilites. "I thought you like thyme."

        "It depends," the Slender Man said. "Sage and Thyme are my favorite, but oregano, dillweed, rosemary, and mint are also very admirable. Oh, and also cayane pepper and paprika...I always wanted to see a child named Sage or Rosemary, or Paprika, or one of those delicate spices."

        "But, some of those are so plain tasting," I said, thinking of how cute it was that he was interested in a child's name. But I pretended not to notice, feeling glad that I didn't look like a child myself. Slender Man was sounding more and more like a pedeofile.