A Slenderella Story (Slenderman x reader)

Chapter 3

 "She is not dead!" The towering demon screeched, barging into the large study room.

"Get out of my office, Zalgo." A tired figure turned his chair to face the enraged creature, one of his long white hands placed at his temple to quell the headache that was threatening to start.

"You did not kill her, Slender! The deal is off," accused Zalgo, jabbing a finger at Slenderman, who merely sighed as if dealing with a child.

"And what proof do you have of that?"

"There's no body. I came to collect – to check that you had upheld your end of the bargain, and what do I find? Nothing! Zip, nada, nothing!"

"Look Zalgo, I'm trying to be patient, I really am. But the sheer size of your ignorance to my methods is making that rather difficult. Did it never occur to you that I ate her?" Questioned Slenderman.

"What? No! You weren't supposed to do that! You were supposed to leave her for me."

"I don't remember that ever being part of the deal." Slenderman replied with an edge in his voice. "I killed the person you told me to. Then, being hungry, I ate. I don't see how your failure to specify invalidates our contract in any way."

"Oh, you think you're so clever finding all the little loopholes in my plan," Zalgo snarled. "Well listen here, I know she's not dead because I can smell her. Here. You didn't kill her, you kidnapped her."

"Really now? That's a quite interesting suggestion. Do you think I should have kidnapped her?" The pale man mused. "Yes, she would have made for far better company than your sorry mind...Honestly, Zalgo, how base can you sink? Of course I smell like my victims, I ingested them for hell's sake."

"No, you're lying!" But Zalgo's retort carried a hint of doubt with it. "You have to be. You took her to spite me, to deny me the satisfaction of having just one wish fulfilled."

"And why would I do that? Ruin a perfectly good opportunity to be rid of the most annoying person in my life? Permanently? I don't think I would have caved to a mere mortal over that proposition, no matter how tempting the counter offer. Now if you don't mind, your leaking ichor all over my carpet. Please remove yourself from my study, I am very busy."

"Not until you give me a clear answer!"

"And how have I not been clear? I've already told you I killed her, then ate her. If you want proof, you're always welcome to join her in my intestines." Zalgo's look of pure revulsion and disgust was all the response Slenderman needed. "No? Oh, that's a pity. It would have made things so much simpler."

"You forget yourself, Slender!" Zalgo cried, trembling with rage. "I am the master of this world, and it is I, the Nezperdian Hivemind, who has the ultimate power over this domain. You would do well to remember that!"

"And you would do well to remember your manners," Slender said without looking up from his papers. "Now please, get out, or the stain will never wash out of the carpet. It's from England in the 19th century, quite delicate, and I can't get a replacement."

"Fine. Have your precious carpet. But if I get even one more whiff that you didn't kill that mortal, I'll be back before you can say 'Human' to give you the punishment of a lifetime." With that final threat, Zalgo stalked out of the room, ducking under the mortal-sized doorway and leaving a trail of black ichor behind him.

I wasn't joking about the carpet...Slender though exasperatedly. Silently he called his proxies through their mind link and ordered them to clean up the mess before pushing himself out of his chair. Quietly he strode across the room to the opposite wall lined with bookcases. A swift pull of his hand on the leftmost book on the fifth shelf caused the shelf to rotate, revealing a hidden door to a lavishly furnished bedroom – and in it, slumbering peacefully, you.