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Offenderman X reader

 Stumbling through the woods, tears were streaming down my six year old face as snot started to build up in my nose. I had gone camping with my family and while they were setting up the tent, they asked me to go play and stay out of their way. I was told to stay within sight. But I got distracted. I can't help it that squirrels are so cute! And when it started to get dark, I started running around in panic. Trudging through the leaves, dragging my feet, I abruptly stopped as I heard a twig snap somewhere.

"Mommy?" I called out, turning around to survey the area, hoping that someone in my family had found me. When nothing moved I started crying harder, wishing with all my little heart that it was a nightmare and I was really about to be woken up from my nap.

"Well, what do we have here?" a voice called out.

Swirling around ungracefully to see who or what had made the voice, I was frozen in fear. People normally have faces. This person didn't have most of his. He only had a mouth, with really sharp teeth. Instantly my mind flocked to the big bad wolf in the Little Red Riding Hood.

"W-what happened to y-your face?" I stuttered out, shocked.

"And why do you want to know that, doll?" he growled, looking down at me, his fedora shadowing his face. Or lack thereof in this case.

"Because don't people normally have a face?"

"Well I don't. Got a problem doll?"

"I-I guess not. And don't call me doll. It's weird! Only weird old people call others doll!"

Starting to laugh the man person thing started talking again.

"I guess now I know why Slendy loves children," he smirked, his teeth catching the moonlight.

"I don't wanna talk about Slendy, I wanna go home! I want my mommy!" I screamed, starting to cry again.

The man, I think shocked, flinched when I shouted. Crying even harder, I ran off, thinking that maybe if I found another person who's more helpful, they could help me find my parents. After all, the scary man didn't have eyes, so how could he help me find them?

Tripping over a log that was strewn over the ground, I felt something wrap around me before I could hit the ground. Looking up, I was staring the tall man in the face. At this I passed out from fright.

And then I woke up, covered in sweat, back in the present, where I'm eighteen, not six. This was a recent thing, waking up from dreams of that night. I really don't know why it's only starting now, twelve years after the event occurred. Back then when it happened, I woke up close to the camp, when my dad found me. I never really found out who the guy was until about a week ago I thought to look up 'faceless dude' on Google. Pictures and websites popped up with a guy known as Slenderman. Reading up on the story, I got pretty freaked out, but when I found out the person monster thing that came across me was a rapist, I flipped my shit and felt awkward as hell. Luckily I don't have boyfriend, so I didn't have to explain anything to anyone. That would've been weird. Just 'hey babe, don't touch me. Why? Oh, I just learned that I interacted with a rapist one time as a child! No worries sweetie!' But at the same time lately I kind of wish that I had a boyfriend. I think the dreams are caused by the fact that I always feel as if someone or something is staring at me.

Pushing my inner monologue aside, I decided to get up and get dressed. After throwing a tank top and some shorts on, I grabbed my earphones and MP3 (I know, very retro, not many people have those anymore xD) and walked out the front door to go take a jog. Seeing as I'm feeling as if someone's stalking me, I want to build up my stamina so I can run if I need to.

After running a few blocks, I leaned against the edge of an alleyway to catch my breath. Things like this make me realize how pathetically weak I am. I have all these romantic fantasies about beating the shit out of people when a little kid could probably beat me to the ground.

Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned my head only to have it slam into a head. More specifically, the head of the eyeless, nose less, earless, guy I've had torturing me in my sleep.

"Damn doll, if you wanted to kiss that bad, you should've just asked," he smirked.

"Fuck off bitch," I growled.

"I'd rather fuck you though."

"Oh you wanna go? Really, how aren't you tired, what with yapping your mouth even in my dreams?"

"Oh so you dream of me? Tell me doll, did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?"

"No, but I scrapped up my knees crawling out of hell."

"Oh, so this is what's happening? Are you a parking ticket? Because you've got fine written all over you."

"No, but you must be a jury notice, because I'm trying to avoid you."

"Your place or mine?"

"Both. You go to yours and I go to mine."

"If I could see you naked, I would die happy."

"If I could see you naked, I would die laughing."

"But I know how to please a woman."

"Then please leave me alone."

"Aw, you don't mean that, do you?"

"I do. Especially seeing as you're probably the one who's been watching me."

"How'd you find out?"

"Well, first I start feeling like I'm being watched, then I start dreaming of that night, and now here you are."

As if stumped, his mouth turns into a frown. Suddenly I gave off a screech as the guy picked me up with his weird tentacles.

"Bitch, if you try and turn this shit into a fucking hentai, I swear I'm going to cut your tentadick things off motherfucker!"

"Please sweetie, if it was a hentai, it would be rape, but as soon as I start you'll be willing."

With those words, a rose was shoved in my face and I passed out, my thoughts flitting to how much the scene really was like one of the pornos.

(A/N: Dammit Nerdy, how dare you make me write this xD)