The Chances Are Slender (Book 1)

Slender's Pendants

I am so late. Lmao. And I apologize. But I'm sure no one cares (insert people throwing objects at me here). Anywho, I am having a block of ideas hence the damn filler chapters. But not to woe, I shall find a way.
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The following morning, Sue remained in bed as advised by Victoria and I. I could tell from the bags under her eyes and the sleepiness in her tone that she hadn't gotten a lot of sleep the night before. The trauma was evident in the way her hand shook when she took a glass of water from Victoria, but her face remained expressionless.

Having nothing to do but sit around and wait for my demise, I began helping Victoria with her chores around the mansion, despite her protests. I helped to vacuum the various bed rooms and helped get rid of the gruesome scent of death in some.

By midday, I was polishing the furniture in the Pasta living room absent mindedly, thinking about possible ways to escape.

If I could just pinpoint our exact location, I thought. Then I could make a game plan.

I received some strange looks from some of the Pastas who were most likely puzzled as to why I was doing house chores when it was far from necessary.

But Victoria had become a friend, a good friend of mine in such a short period of time and I wanted to help her out. As I polished in the living room, she was in the kitchen preparing lunch for those who resided inside the mansion. I wasn't particularly eager to help her handle a kidney sandwich or an eyeball burger or possibly something worse, so I settled for the living room.

It wasn't long before one of the many pests in the Pasta family came to tell me that Slenderman had requested my presence. I made sure to carry the duster with me as a symbol of defiance, since he was so insistent on us not lifting a finger. If he were my real father, I would be a spoiled brat.

Upon entering the study, I closed the door then sat in the chair across from him and just stared blankly ahead.

I see you've been doing work around the mansion.

I nodded, not caring what he thought.

How generous of you Hannah. To help out a poor maid in need. But do you know why she's here?

"Because you're a bastard and you kidnapped her and held her here against her will?" I asked as innocently as possible. A deep chuckle came from his throat, catching me completely off guard.

No. It is because her father is what we call a Creepypasta Hunter. They know we exist, so they dedicate most of their time to finding us and killing us because they believe we're pests to society and a threat to humanity.

"Then maybe I should become a Creepypasta Hunter," I said simply, my voice laced with venom. Another chuckle.

It so happens that we were merciful to this particular hunter. He caught and murdered one of our own, and was at the wrath of the King of the underworld himself. As is custom, his entire bloodline was to be wiped from existence, but he pleaded for his daughter Victoria to be spared. So he was killed, rather slowly, for his actions and we took Victoria. We granted him his dying wish.

"You took her as your maid, your slave, your... SERVANT GIRL! That's hardly showing mercy at all. It was for your own personal benefit, so don't try to make it sound like you're a saint," I spat in disgust.

I couldn't have her sitting here doing nothing. She had still to be punished for her father's actions. It took quite a lot of negotiating to convince Zalgo not to kill her. I did BOTH of us a favor. Are you saying she'd be better off dead, my dear Hannah?