My friend

Mel's Story

*Observer Pov*  

"So the story starts.....ohh....i'll say.....18 or so years ago. With the life and death of sweet Meg." Slenderman stood up and towered over me.

"DON'T.YOU.DARE." He hissed. I pushed up my glasses.

"Oh. I dare, and you might find that the story you know, is not entirely accurate. SO SIT THE FUCK DOWN AND LET ME FINISH MY STORY GOD DAMMIT!" I shouted. Slenderman glared at he as he sunk down into his chair. I cleared my throat. "Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to give a bit of a spoiler, but now you'll hear the good part at the end." I crossed my arms. "Fast forward about 14 years and we see young Mellinee, freshly orphaned by none other then Jeff the killer. At first she gets put into an orphanage, but, one of the workers there steals her away. She is then forced to face two weeks of torture." I grit my teeth as I remember being physically restrained, so I couldn't interfere with her fate. "She escapes, but just barely and is chased through the streets until the man gives up and goes home. She spends the next few months trying to survive by avoiding cops and living the life of a fourteen-year-old hobo. Until, I sent A very important person to go and keep an eye on her and erase some of her memories. This is where our dear friend Vitalis joins the party."

"What? How am I related to this?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. I smiled wickedly. 

"Well, who else would I send to watch Mel, but the best father figure out there?" Vitalis's eyes widened.

"You wouldn't-"

"Oh, by now I think every one knows I would. Yes, Mellinee's father figure and street mentor is none other then the poor husband of Vitalis, Henry." Vitalis's eyes became vacant as she slowly put her head into her hands. "Yes, after Henry was too kind to their kid, Vitalis hid the child from him. So he left and came to me. Yep. Anyway, Henry taught Mel the ways of the streets and left about a month before you showed up in her life, Slendy." I paused again and assessed the damage done by story.

"Once Slenderman met Mel, the rest seems like a fairy tale. He saves her, everyone is forced to stand the awkward tension and obvious feelings blooming between them, then Mel goes to school, and makes friends. All her friends have a connection to me through one or both of their parents. Oh! I almost forgot." I turned around and sat on the table. "You-" I pointed at Slenderman, "Made her into a slenderbeing, which is a big no-no in my book, and you-" I pointed at Zalgo, "made her insane based on something she couldn't control because BOTH OF YOU CAN'T HELP BUT DRAG EVERYONE YOU KNOW INTO YOUR FUCKING PISSING RACE!!!" I felt shadows flicker over my skin and the lights dimmed a bit more. I took a deep breath and managed to stifle my rage.

"But why do you care about her?" Slenderman questioned once the lights went back to normal. I forced a smirk over the deep scowl I had on my face.

"Good question, I hope you're ready for some serious bomb shells. But first, we have to go back to Meg, and more importantly, her son." I shushed Slenderman in advance. "See because she died in child birth, her son had to be raised by your proxies, Slenderman. Bloody Mary, Jack the ripper, Slash, and Burn. They did the best they could because they also cared for Meg. But, an alcoholic Slenderman did not make for a peaceful environment. So they made a deal with me, everyone was to come over until you cooled down and in exchange, a favor for each life spared by your wrath." I stood up on the table and wrapped Slenderman in shadowy tendrils before he could jump up and strangle  me . "Now the night they decided to transfer everyone from the Slender mansion to my place was just about ruined. Slenderman attacked them as the transfer was happening and everyone but Jack made it through." I smiled as Slenderman stopped struggling as the realization dawned on him.