A Slenderella Story (Slenderman x reader)

Chapter 7

She looks so vulnerable, Slenderman thought wistfully, taking deep lungfuls of her scent. He knew he had promised not to kill her, but if only there was some way he could taste the source of that delicious smell without breaking that promise! He had worked hard to cultivate a veneer of decorum, but her smell, the thought of tearing into her beautiful flesh, even just a bite was driving Slenderman wild with desire. He told himself that his fascination with this mortal and the source of her strange scent must be from her unique properties, but an unknown emotion tugged at his subconscious every time her eyes met his. Perhaps this attraction was more than simply a predator to prey? He wondered, but that could not be allowed to happen and was a revolting thought. Falling in love with humans was Offender's department, and Slender had always despised the slimy pink creatures. But yet...

"Done!" Announced the plague doctor from behind his avian mask. Slender had been relieved when he first entered with you that the doctor had decided to wear his usual gear – it marked the fact that he was taking this job seriously in his role as a creepypasta and not some back-alley drug-selling witch doctor of ill-repute. Slender watched the shorter man extract four vials of separated blood – (Y/N)'s blood, oh how he wished he could drink that fluid – and place them carefully on a rack for analysis.

Slender tore his eyes away from this process to risk a glance at (Y/N). She was shifting uncomfortably on the hospital bed, probably from her still mending ribcage. Lay down if you're that uncomfortable, he scolded harshly before turning back to the doctor's work. The crinkling of the paper covering the bed was irritating the pasta's sensitive ears and distracting him from the task at hand.

"Hmm..." the doctor mused. "Hmmm! Oh, very interesting!"

"Care to share your little discovery?" Slender asked tartly, having already been tested enough by his follower's willingness to dangle bits of information in front of him without the whole story.

"Yes indeed. It seems that your friend-"

"acquaintance."

"Fine, your acquaintance the Observer was not entirely correct."

A third voice suddenly joined the conversation. "Would one of you please explain what is going on? Who is this Observer? And why did my blood need to be run through a centrifuge? I thought this was a routine physical?" (Y/N) asked. Poor (Y/N), trying to intimidate a creepypasta, Slender thought. He could detect her fear and trepidation, though she tried to put on a brave face.

"No, sweets. You just stay there like a good little wench," the doctor said without turning his attention away from the vials.

"Actually, I think it would be best if we told her," Slender replied. "She deserves to know what fate awaits her."

"What fate awaits me? What is going on?" A note of panic had crept into *Y/N)'s voice and Slender fought to control the urge to strangle her. It wasn't that scary, and there wasn't need to panic at every little proclamation he made, for hell's sake! She should have learned by now to accept these things as they came and not get so worked up about every little detail.

With a sigh, Slender launched into the story for a third time to the attentive (Y/N), who seemed to be growing more tense and afraid the further he got. "Essentially, you are not a human as we know the word, though you do talk and act like one. You were prototyped with human DNA, but you are just a code – a sequence of letter and numbers – to make future creepypastas."

"Except from what I've discovered, that is not quite correct," Plague Doctor chimed in. "Observer was mistaken when he thought that this code could be extracted and used for other's purposes – it seems to me that because she – it – has already been prototyped with human DNA, the only body that will be able to become a creepypasta is hers. In essence, she is a mimic."