Creepypasta: A New Friend

Chapter 6: Otis' little miracle

|A/N: Anyone who knows Teen Wolf would know this pic. and laugh. Anyway let the story begin.

P.S: this story is coming to an end but don't worry there will be a sequel|

♡Clary♡

I walked in through the front of the Slender mansion, quietly. I hissed in pain at the cut in my side. I clutched my side and looked in the mirror. I was covered in blood I pulled my mask off so I could breath properly. Suddenly light filled the hallway.

"Clary, are you home?" 'Shit! It's Slender!' I was looking for somewhere to hide when a tendril wrapped around my waist. "Let me remind you that I can read your thoughts so by the tone of them I know something bad happened."

He brought me into the light while I struggled. I heard him gasp and I narrowed my eyes as I looked at his 'face'. "What happened?"

"Guy was just tougher than I thought he would be." Another tendril appeared and then disappeared into me and Bloody Painter's room.

He pulled out a sleepy looking Otis who was rubbing his eyes. "Bloody Painter please help Pyro clean up." I rolled my eyes at my alter ego's name which they now called me. Otis looked at me and his eyes widened. "What happended?"

He looked at me with worried eyes and I felt bad. "It's okay I'm fine." Slenderman shook his head and sighed. "Bloody Painter please help her into the bath." He set me and Otis down but my side convulsed in pain and I fell.

Otis caught me and Slender helped right me. "Are you alright, child?" I nodded as Otis supported me. Otis lead me to the bathroom and helped me sit down. As he drew the water I realized that he had taken me to the bathroom with the tub but I was too tired to care.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head as he added soap. "It's fine just go get me new clothes. Please." He nodded and left while I undressed and slipped into the hot water.

The water stung my wounds. My blood slowly turned the water pink. Otis walked in seeing me in the bath. "Does it feel okay?" I didn't answer as I started at the red water.

"Hey, Clary, are you okay?" He kneeled down beside me but I barely heard him. I felt myself start to shake, I looked up at Otis eyes wide with fear. "Please, get me out I don't want to go back! PLEASE GET ME OUT!"

"It's okay, I got you. I got you." Otis grabbed a towel and pulled me out. He wrapped the towel around me and held me close after closing the shower curtain. Eventually I stopped shaking and the grip of the past slowly lost its hold on me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put you in there, knowing your past." I rested my head against his chest and breathed in his normal scent: cedarwood and paint. "It's okay, I'm the one who thought I could handle it." Otis leaned forward and pressed his cheek against my hair. I leaned my head back and brushed my lips against his.

He brought his hand up to rest against the nape of my neck. I brought my hand up to run it through his hair. I pulled back but just enough to whisper something. "I love you."

"I love you too," He said before kissing me again, I felt my towel loosen but didn't care.

|A/N: Sorry guys I don't feel comfortable doing lemons yet so just use your imagination.|

I watched as Otis left the bathroom so I could get dressed. I pulled on the purple tank top, shorts, and pink lace panties he brought me. I couldn't help smiling at what happened. And then he patched up my side. I left the bathroom and entered our room.

He had moved in to my room and his former room is now his art studio. He was laying on his side breathing slow. I slipped into bed and wrapped my arm around his side. "Hey."