Offenderman X reader

Who are you

P.O.V. Offenderman

I had come to stay at my brothers mansion for a few days. While most of the creepypasta reside there already I was one of the beings that do not live in the manison. I was called upon by my eldest brother, something about needing to meet the recently added Creepypasta. I was half listening while my brother, Slenderman, had been talking. The only thing I truly remember was the cold glare he gave me for not listening. Liked I really care, I never came to the mansion unless called upon or something grave had happened.

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Walking through the dark,cold night of the Slenderman forest, I notice a walking figure in the distance. Looking as if it was carrying a large sack behind them.

"This will be a easy target "   I thought to myself as I stalked closer, jittering with excitement. The closer I got too the figure, the more I was able to see. I noticed a female, a simple (f/c) mask covering her face, with a black smile craved into it and dark eye holes. Strands of (h/c) sticking out from under the (f/c) hoodie, splattered with dark spots. Black jeans covering the lower half of the body. What I thought to be a sack turned into the form of a unconscious body of a young male. Seeing as the male was larger in size compared to the girl, she had trouble dragging it. Cussing about how she should have just killed him where he was and not have gone through all the trouble.  Curious as too who this was, I stayed in the shadow of the trees. Blending into my surroundings and staying quiet as to not give myself away.

After trudging through the forest a good three miles from the border, in a spot cleared of any grass she set the man against a dead tree trunk. Slapping his face lightly to wake him. After  minutes of attempting to wake the man, his eyes fluttered open. Fear and shock was clear in the body and eyes. I couldn't make out her emotions. The only thing to give away what they were thinking was the slight moving of her mask, as if she was smiling or laughing only to herself.

The moving of her arm had caught my attention, reaching into a pocket I had not seen yet. A silver glimmer was seen. A red stained bowie knife was held above the mans throat. Dragging lightly along the skin as if too taunt him. A thin line of blood began to drip down his chest and stain his shirt. His whimpers reaching me in the spot I stood, not to far from them.

"Are you ready?" said the most angelic voice I have heard in a long time. The man had began to shake his head rapidly. Beginning to open his mouth as if too plea for his life, but was cut short when the sound of skin being pierced, rang out into the dead of night. A dark, evil chuckle was heard and a simple "dead men tell no lies" was said before the removal of the knife was once returned to her pocket. Leaving the body to lean against the base of the tree, the figure began walking in the direction of the mansion.

Knowing once and for all this must be the new creepypasta, I made my way hurriedly through the thick trees to the Slenderman mansion.