Creepypasta x Messenger!Reader

Hoodie

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt on the way to see Slender, wondering what kind of stuff he wanted you to do for him. It seemed your list of tasks was never ending. The walk through the halls felt like it lasted forever, but eventually you reached the mahogany doors that led to his office.  You knocked twice on the door, and waited, but there was no answer. You tried again, but silence met you. After a few minutes, you raised your fist for the third time to knock, when a voice stopped you;

"He's not here, obviously. Relax."

You turned your head sharply to see a figure in a hoodie, wearing a black ski mask. He sat in a cushioned couch, reading a newspaper. Clearly he was one of Slender's proxies. You blushed a little out of embarrassment- you didn't see him when you came in due to nerves- and sat down next to him.

There was a few more minutes of silence between you, before you muttered, "Sorry." He didn't look up, or even respond. There was an even longer stretch of silence until you asked him what he was reading.

"Newspaper. It's from last week."

You bit the inside of your cheek, desperately trying to think of something else to say. He seemed mad at you for some reason, and the silence was driving you nuts.

"Uhm..." You started, and he let out a small sigh, "What're you doing here?" You finished. His face was still turned towards the newspaper as he responded bluntly, "Nothing you should know about."

Oh. My. God. This guy was impossible to talk to, it seemed. You leaned back into the couch in defeat, deciding that maybe a week-old newspaper was more interesting than yourself. Eventually you simply stared off into space, lost in thought, and trying not get upset over your failure of a conversation.

After a couple minutes he sighed again, a bit harsh, closing his newspaper. "Fine," He said, "Not like I was reading anything new, anyway." You looked at him, your eyes wide, as he turned his head to you. You could see the movement of his mouth through the mask as he asked you, "What are you doing here?"

You looked at him, a little stunned. "Why are you asking me?" You asked. He seemed to glare at you.

"Are you saying you haven't been moping for the last 6 minutes because I won't talk to you?"

"I-I..." You trailed off. Were you really that obvious? "I'm here on messenger duty," You said finally. He nodded.

"I'm here to report a few things. Did Toby bring you in?" He was formal and direct, his talking almost sounding like orders, but his voice was soft.

"Yeah, he did," You responded, sitting more comfortably in the couch cushions. Hoodie did the same, put his hand on the couch to push himself into a better sitting position, his finger touching yours for a second.

"Good," He said, "I'll have Masky lead you out." You tried to reason with him, "Well, I can get out myself-"

"No you can't."

You pulled back, surprised and a little angry, before he continued. "I don't mean that as an insult, I mean that the forest shifts and changes. It makes it harder to get out. We're in that forest constantly, and can help you leave quicker."

"Oh. Sorry," You said softly. Once again, he didn't acknowledge your apology, instead saying, " Anyway, Slenderman's here."

You turned to see one of the doors slightly open, and quickly got up, grabbing your bag full of mail to be delivered. As you walked towards the office, he called out to you. You turned around, to see him picking up the newspaper and opening it again.

"By the way," He said, a hint of amusement in his voice, " Feel free to bother me again. You're a lot more interesting than a newspaper."

You smiled at him, thinking that maybe this wasn't a failed conversation after all.