As the Slenderman walked into the mansion, he loosen his tie, torn. How to get out of this situation? That woman may have hidden a camera, a small flashing red light had caught his eye.
He collapsed into his chair, hunched over. His face was non existent, yet you could almost see his critical and scrunched up expression. He always tried to be in a polite manner, so seeing him so unbothered by his posture was... new. Jeff had been the first to disturb his silence.
"Hey, Slendy, what got your tie in a twist?" Jeff's raspy voice was constant, and it annoyed Slenderman to the fullest, yet he chose to stay silent.
No yelling? This was a surprise. He was never this focused and distraught by anything enough to not stop and tell of the pale skinned smiling murder. Everyone in the mansion was sensing this change.
The truth was, Slenderman had just been humiliated and there was no way he was going to admit it. All he could think about was her, and how much he hated her, how much he wanted to skin her and put her up on his wall, and the only thing that brought him peace of mind was the fact that she was likely to come back. Her grin made it obvious this was fun for her, and the next time she came he was going to get her.
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How are you possible? Slenderman x reader
FanfictionMy process is Get sudden inspiration 1/3 I act on it 1/3 I finish and publish it So updates are barely yearly. Congrats.
