Psycholovers- Female Creepypasta x M!Reader

Chapter 2: Mansion of the Damned

3rd person POV:

Lazari looked at {Y/N}, her eyes filled with worry as she tugged on him, even going so far as she nearly break his pinky to wake him up. It didn't work. Slenda's tentacles wrapped around her, picking her and him up. His body was limp, his eyes closed. Jess looked up at the tall woman, and sighed softly.

"I've never seen Lazari do that Slenda. I don't think she's ever been so complacent. For anything. Not even Jackie or Lulu has managed it." Jess's voice was shocked, a little stunned. Slenda looked at Lazari, and she held Lazari at eye level. Lazari's eyes were back to their soft blue.

"Lazari, darling. Is this young man here human?" Slenda's voice reverberated with power, and Lazari nodded fiercely.

"He's fast for a human, and strong. I nearly had to crush his leg for him to give in and come to my eye level." Lazari's smile was proud, but Slenda only sighed. She held the young man up, looking over his body carefully. He was tall, that was for certain. He was probably six foot, and definitely slim. Almost too slim to be healthy. Jess was curious, and thoughtful, as she eyed his body. He has light blonde hair, and it only reached his eyebrows. He had it pulled to the side, but it was slightly curly, so it didn't look preppy. He was wearing a faux leather jacket, perforated. Slenda could sense that something horrible had happened to this boy recently, and she was gentle as she looked at his hand and leg. His hand was definitely broken, very badly. Lazari had a way of forcing her point across. His leg was bruised, in a very small woman's handprint style bruise.
Slenda approached the mansion, and she stopped outside the door, allowing the barrier to accept the young boy. The mansion was a faded brown wood, lights illuminated through the window. It was a rare occasion, actually, this was the only occurrence of a human being brought here. So Slenda was a little worried about the boy's safety. She knew Lazari would protect him, but Lazari would also hurt some of her proxy's badly. She sighed, opening the door and walking up the steps to a spare bedroom, setting {Y/N} on the bed. She watched him, and then crouched next to Lazari. Lazari's eyes looked up at her, her smile wide.
"Can we keep him, Miss Slenda?" She asked, her innocent eyes tugging on the demon's heartstrings. Always did have a soft spot for children.
"Yes, Lazari. We will keep him. But we need to make sure he's safe, so I need you to act like he's not here until he wakes up." Her voice was comforting, but Lazari still pouted.
"But he smells so different from anyone else I've smelt! I wanna figure out why!" Lazari pointed at the sleeping form, and Slenda sighed, locking the door behind the child. Jess had already retreated to her room.
"When he awakes, child. He needs his rest. Something happened today that I think will give him a hard sleep." She said, carrying the child in her arms. Lazari quickly yawned, getting tired herself.
Hopefully, the poor boy will be ok. I had to exert quite a bit of my will over him to knock him out without causing more injuries for Ann.

1st person, {Y/N}.

The nightmares hadn't stopped for years. They plagued me like a constant illness. I had grown to accept their appearance, sighing as I slowly opened your eyes. My hand gave me a sharp pain, and I cried out softly. I could barely move it. I heard hurried footsteps, and sat up on my good arm. I gently threw my legs over the edge of the bed, only to find that young girl from earlier sitting there in front of me. I gave her a smile, and attempted to put pressure on my leg. It nearly gave, but it accepted the weight. I stood up, stretching and rolling my joints. It was a good few hours of sleep.
The young girl tugged on my pants leg, and I looked down at her. She had wide eyes, caring eyes, and she pointed to a door down the hall.
"Miss Slenda needs to talk to you." Her voice was cheery, and it easily replaced my anxiety with a desire to protect. I didn't know much about this child, but she walked behind me down the hall. I knocked twice on the door, and Lazari spoke for me.
"Miss Slenda, {Y/N} is awake." Lazari's voice echoed in the large house, and I found my hand being held in hers. I chuckled softly, looking down at her. She was really adorable. She had light brown hair, down to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were still bright blue, but she had sharp, intelligent eyes. Eyes that could tell a story and a half.
The door in front of you cracked, and slowly opened to reveal the suited woman in just her undershirt and a pair of black slacks. It was all untucked, but her smile was genuine. Her lips were almost as pale as her face, just a shade of white darker. She patted the bed beside her as she sat down, and Lazari hopped up into her lap. It was easy to see they were close.
"{Y/N}, please, take a seat." Her motion was more complacent then I was certain it was. I sat down next to her, and she looked down at me, her gaze peircing.
"Do you know where we are?" She asked, her brow furrowed as she looked at me. My first response was to shrug, and look around.
"I apologize Ma'am, but I've never been big for creepypasta. Some of the stories.. some of the things done to them would cause me to get really angry. Which isn't good for my mental state." I said. I spoke calmly, but hopefully strongly. I was scared as shit to be honest. It was clear this woman could kill me in seconds, maybe even quicker. I felt the power radiating off of her, and a soft sigh made me look down.
"Yet, Mr. {Y/N}, you clearly know Jess and I." I gave a silent nod. Jess the killer. Slenderwoman. Those were the stories I could stomach. It was the young children's stories. The ones that.. my mind grew hazy as I gripped the bedframe, my knuckles turning pale as I put my canine tooth to my lip, biting down. I shook my head, and smiled up at the tall creepypasta. It was then I noticed it. Lazari's eyes were on my tooth. She looked confused as she stood up on Slenda's lap, touching my tooth. It was sharp, very much so, and strong. I had a bad habit of biting on hard things, things that should have broken my teeth. Instead, my teeth got stronger. Slenda's eyes bore into me, and I looked down.
"If I'm to assume I'm not hallucinating from the events of the last few days, then this child here is also a creepypasta?" My voice was less irritated, more peaceful as I looked down at little Lazari. Lazari nodded, somewhat, then shrugged.
"Lazari is the child of a demon and a human. She has a hunger for demons, which made me wonder why she attacked you. She says you smell nice, but not an edible nice." A shudder traveled down my spine as I remembered the young child's strength. I didn't have long to recollect as Slenda broke through my hindsight.
"You are also the first person to get her demon form to rapidly downgrade. Which is helpful, and the reason your here. She uses up her human blood when she transforms, essentially taking years off her life span, and so she instead rapidly ages. She was nine last night. She's now 12. Her body has changed, not that I'd expect you to see it.". Slenda's voice was matter of fact, not harmful, so I only sighed as I looked down at Lazari. It was true. She had gotten taller, and a little chubbier. I still had a good 2 feet on her, but if she aged like this it wouldn't take long. I looked up at Slenda, who gently rubbed my head. She smiled, and stood up.
"Well, you have new family members to meet. I'm afraid for the time being, I have to keep you here. The girls have promised not to kill you. You just have to not annoy them, or rather, give them cause." Her voice was cheery as she held Lazari's hand.
"Go have fun, {Y/N}. You caught Jess's attention."