Slenderman Gets the Badussy- A Tragedy

Thats Some Good Badussy

I laid down on the bed. Clearly, becayse he was stalking me, he liked submissive and scared women. Maybe if he doesn't like me, he'll let me free.
"Not gonna happen." Slendermans voice rang through my mind.
"I told you, get outta there."
"I would if I could. You can't leave. Where would you go? I killed Paul. The foster house you were at before, it burned down. With everyone but you in it. You're stuck here. With me. And I'm staying in your mind."
"That's like literally a red flag. Why me?"
"You look like you have good badussy."
"Oh, yeah, that. I definately have good badussy."
And suddenly my mind was silent. I got up from the bed and started cleaning. The knowledge of my good badussy fueled my will to clean.

Timeskip, y/n thought about how good her badussy was the entire time cleaning.

Slenderman looked around, y/n accomplished a lot of cleaning for one day. Her badussy was a good motivator, he realized.
Y/n was sleeping on the bed, now that the entire room was cleaned. She was unsure if she was allowed to leave the room, or what was on the other side of the door. Slenderman had simply brought her all of the cleaning supplies she needed.
"Hey, Y/N, wake up." Slenderman approached the bed and gently shook her shoulder.
She blinked awake and shot out of bed, she started swinging. She was ready to fight.
She woke up fully, and calmed herself down.

"Sorry about that. I didnt mean to scare you." I said.
"Y/N, I've murdered hundreds of people. You did not scare me."
"Oh. Well, you should still be afraid. I'm mean. Im dangerous." I said, slowly approaching him.
I watched in fear as tentacles protruded out of his back. Before I had time to react, I was swinging upside down, one had grabbed my feet and dangled me in the air.
"Touché."
"I told you, Im not afraid of you."
"Ok, ok, put me down." He gently rushed you to the bed. He placed you down.
Adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you parted your lips from the shock.
"Oh? You like that?" He asked, his gaze reached down on you, though he had no eyes you felt his stare and it was hungry.
"Well actually. I just have a thing for tentacles." I admitted, shamefully. He could read minds, there was no use lying.
He knows.