Monsters don't have feelings, they say. They are evil psyhopaths who live to kill. Death would be the only way they could feel happy. They serve the devil himself and are happy with their fate. Slenderman used to be one of them. A puppet, a servant to the darkness that lifes within everyone. He thought that death would be the unly true way to feel whole again. Humans saw him as a monster, a faceless man who would kill people, mostly children, to do dark ritual things to them. No one ever assumed that it could be sadness that turned Slender crazy. How would they feel when they suddenly don't have a face and can't live as a normal human anymore. Especially the fact that he causes the so called "Slender sickness"...
But...
A few days ago he met the first human who does not think of him as a monster. He saved him...
"And now it's my turn to save you..." the faceless man whispered while touching Jeff's forehead. He just climbed up the ladder to the treehouse after meeting Zalgo at the entrance. Zalgo gave permission for Jeff to stay but with one condition. Jeff has to kill people as soon as he is healthy again.
"But how am I supposed to heal him?..."
A cracking noise made Slender turn around. He expected it to be Zalgo or Rake but it wasn't.
"Hey, brother! Wuzzup?" a voice said behind him, near the bed were Jeff was sleeping. slenderman sighed in disbelieve.
"Oh, dear lord, why you?"
Slenderman's younger brother only snickered.
"Why so mean? I came here to help you."
"Help me? In which way?"
Trenderman pointed to the ill Jeff.
"I heard it from Zalgo. Rumors spread fast amongst our kind, ya know."
Slender looked at his brother in curiosity. How was Trender going to help?
"And how...?"
"With this!" Trender answered before Slender could finish his question and hold up a little package of medicine. Human medicine.
"How did you get those?" the older brother asked an grabed the package in exitement.
Trenderman shrugged.
"I have my secrets. Now go and help that little fella." he snickered and climbed down the ladder, leaving Slender and Jeff alone.
"And change his clothes while you're at it. His way of dressing is so beyond time!"
Slenderman didn't listen anymore. He was too busy gving Jeff the medicine that will finally help the little boy.
A deep feeling of relief filled his body
