Y/N GETO, or better yet known as the future antagonist of a famous manga called Jujutsu Kaisen, was sent to another world where the members of mentally unstable murderers and the slashers both co-exist.
how will she escape this one? and even so, wi...
"SLENDERMAN... Oh, wait, no. You're the off-brand version, aren't you? Offenderman," sneered the demonic creature, his voice laced with disdain. His sharpened, impressive horns gleamed under the dim light, adding a sinister elegance to his small, wiry frame. Despite his size, he sat confidently on his throne, lounging with an almost bored expression as he gazed upon the tall, faceless figure projected through the crystal ball in his hand.
From within the dark forest, Offenderman tightened his grip on the crystal ball, his expression unreadable as he stared back. I'll pretend I didn't just get insulted, he thought, visibly unamused. The creature before him was supposedly an acquaintance of Slenderman, but why this demonic being was chosen, he wasn't entirely sure. Standing at a towering height of six or seven feet, Offenderman shifted his weight, feeling the chill of the forest around him as he began to speak.
"So, Slenderman's been nagging at me to get in touch with you," he started, rolling his eyes at the memory. "Apparently, he has a question he couldn't ask himself, Especially with him being so busy babysitting the... unstable humans in his care."
A flicker of interest crossed the demon’s face, the dullness in his eyes momentarily lifted as he leaned forward. "Oh? Then spit it out," he replied, his voice dripping with a casual impatience. He adjusted himself on his throne, settling back and drumming his clawed fingers on the armrest.
Offenderman took a deep breath, mentally bracing himself before diving into the issue. "It's about these strange entities that have been cropping up," he said, the irritation clear in his tone. "They seem to be multiplying every day, appearing out of nowhere without any real rhyme or reason. And worst of all, they don't even speak! They just attack aimlessly. One of them even got my... companion. And now she's too ugly for me to—" he stopped himself, scowling in frustration. His teeth clicked together as he grit them, the annoyance practically radiating off him.
The demonic creature on the other end let out a low, amused chuckle, leaning back further into his throne with an entertained expression. "So... you’re assuming I'm responsible for these nuisances?" he asked, quirking a brow, though clearly unbothered.
Offenderman shifted awkwardly, realizing how his accusation could sound. "Well... it's not exactly my assumption," he replied. "But Slenderman saw one that sort of... resembled your kind, or... your 'race.'"
At this, the demon rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he scoffed. "I’m offended, truly. You realize I am of a superior being, yes? I am perfectly stable— these entities are hardly a reflection of me. And really, creatures that lack even the power of speech? They are nothing like my kind." He grumbled, shooting Offenderman a sour look for the implication.
"Yeah, yeah," Offenderman muttered, waving him off. "Look, just check it out if you can, alright? These things keep popping up near the mansion, ruining our fun before we even get the chance to."
The demon chuckled, clearly amused. "You’re rambling like we’ve been friends since birth," he said smugly. "But you know, what would any of you be without my magnificent help? I suppose your little band of misfits would be lost without me."
Offenderman made a face, feigning a gag. "Yuck. Whoever knew you as a kid probably didn’t survive long enough to regret it," he snickered.
"Precisely," the demon said with a smirk. "Only the superior gets to live longer." His self-assured tone filled the air, making Offenderman sigh in mock exhaustion.
"Sure, sure. Superior and 'bitchless'... quite the combination," Offenderman quipped, smirking as he noticed the demon’s glare.
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Meanwhile, in the dimly lit parlor of the mansion, a young girl with blood trickling down from her brow lifted a chipped porcelain teacup. Her long brown hair, slightly tousled, framed her face, and her emerald eyes sparkled with excitement as she regarded her companion. "So, Mr. Ben, what do you think of this fine tea?" she asked with a grin, her voice a strange mixture of playful and sinister.
The boy sitting across from her blinked in surprise, caught off guard by her formality. He chuckled nervously before responding, “Oh... uhm... It’s, uh—”
WHACK! A book smacked him in the face, cutting off his sentence mid-stammer. "A real businessman has to sound more confident!" she huffed, crossing her arms and giving him a stern look. "Repeat!"
“Sally! Why am I always the one who has to be the businessman?” he protested, rubbing his sore face.
“No buts!” Sally snapped, pouting. “Today is my special day, and I want it to be absolutely perfect!”
Is this really what I get for forgetting her birthday? Ben thought to himself, groaning inwardly.
She leaned closer, eyes alight with excitement. "Once we finish our masterpiece film, I’ll make sure everyone in the mansion sees it!"
"Wait... hold on," Ben interrupted, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "I don’t remember signing up for that in our ‘contract.’”
Sally waved him off dismissively. "A contract? Please. I don't need one!" She crossed her arms, her cheeks puffed up in defiance.
"Sneaky little rat," he muttered under his breath, only for his attention to be drawn outside as loud, raucous cawing echoed through the room. Dozens of crows circled outside the mansion windows, their cries loud and urgent.
“What the heck is going on?” Ben shouted, clasping his hands over his ears as the noise grew louder.
Sally covered her ears, her expression turning from playful to frustrated. “Argh, it’s so loud! I feel like I’m about to die a second time!”
With a puzzled look, Ben opened the window, peering up at the gathering of crows forming ominous patterns against the darkening sky. "What the...?" he murmured, barely audible over the din.
Sally tugged on his shirt, her eyes wide with worry. "Ben? What do you see? What’s happening?”
Ben's gaze remained fixed on the circling crows. “I see... something... something’s coming out.”
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