Creepypasta One-Shots

Trenderman

(Remake)

Y/n sat on the edge of Trenderman's desk. He was pretty beaten up and had Trender stitch him up. He didn't seem happy about him getting hurt. Once he was done stitching him up, he let out a sigh before cutting the string.

"You seriously need to be more careful when you go out there," he began. "I don't want to always have to fix you up every time you get hurt."

Tender dipped a towel in water and pressed it against a cut on Y/n's eyebrow, which made him wince and jerk away. He had to hold his head still to press the towel against his cut once more. "Hold still, damn you," he said sternly.

"It hurts, Trender."
"If you hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much."
"Ugh... Fine."

Y/n held still as best as he could for Trender to tend to him, wincing from here or there if he was being too rough. After a moment of silence, Y/n spoke up again. "Why do you care about me so much?"

"Why would you ever think otherwise? You're under my care and therefore I will care a lot if you got hurt," Trender responded as he put the towel done before grabbing Y/n's face and checking for more injuries. He let go of him when he was satisfied that he had no injuries.

Y/n just sat there with this... surprised look on his face. He slowly looked up at Trender. "You... You care about me? Genuinely? Please tell me that you aren't lying."

Trender felt a bit concerned by the desperation for reassurance in Y/n's voice. He slowly cupped his cheek.

"Y/n-"
"No... There's no way. There's no way that you care about me. This... This has to be a trick of some sort," Y/n cut Trender off and pulled away from him, causing him to sigh and get up along with him.

"Y/n, I'm not lying. I may not know who hurt you in the past, and I may not know how they hurt you... But I will never be like them, ever," Trender said softly yet firm enough to get his point across.

Y/n just stood there staring at Trender, trying to find any hints of him lying to him. But only for him to cup his face once more. Feeling how... warm he felt compared to the other hands that once weren't so sweet, Y/n let out a shaky sigh as his shoulders slump. Trender then cupped the back of Y/n's head and placed his other hand on his back and pulled him close to him, hugging him.

Staying still, being held, tears began to well up in Y/n's eyes. This was the first time in forever where he felt so... safe. So welcome. And not numb. His arms came up and wrapped around Trender, clutching at the back of his brown vest. His face buried into his chest as he felt his head gently caress his head.