Slender Brothers X Reader

A strange encounter

You shiver, curling yourself up in the backseat of your, now dead, car.

It was around 9:34 P.M. before your car died, and you could only assume that you've been curled up in the backseat of your Honda accord for a few hours, listening the the wind outside whistle against the thin metal.

After a while a sitting in the back seat in self pity and silence, you feel your once perfectly warm safe haven grow cold, so you decided to brave the November wind and pop the trunk to check for blankets.

You found one, a quilt your mom had given you as a going away gift before you moved out. At any other time, you might have gotten a little sentimental, but at the moment you just wanted to be warm.

Once you're back in your car and you've found a comfortable spot to lay down, you curl in on yourself and let your eyelids droop, thinking about what one earth you're going to do in the morning if you didn't freeze.

Before you can even fully shut your eyes, however, there's a brisk knock against the window closest to you. In a new burst of adrenaline, you whip your head to look out the nearest window, but you find nothing.

You continue to lie there, perfectly still and fully awake, as you listen intently. You sit in a deafening silence for what feels like an hour.

When you finally hear something other than your own breathing, you can't help but full body tense as you hear what sounds like the handle on the door by your feet begin to open.

Your heart sinks and your blood runs cold as someone or something pulls open the door. At this point, all you can do in your state, is shut your eyes and go limp, pulling a very opossum like defense mechanism as a very large hand gently wraps itself around your torso. It effortlessly pulls you out of the car, taking the quilt with you.

You continue to pretend to sleep, unable to grasp exactly what you're feeling as you feel yourself be cradled like a child.

A strong urge to actually fall asleep hits you with such ferocity that you almost do. That is, until you feel something akin to a snake caress your face. Your brain flickers between freaking the fuck out, and just letting your sudden exhaustion take you.

The appendage moves a strand of hair off of your face in an oddly tender touch that you can barely process before your brain finally decides to clock in for the night. The last thing you hear is a soft, whimsy voice as the whisper assumedly to themselves.

"My goodness... you're as cold as ice, you poor thing..."

You can't help but agree, you were really cold..