Creepypasta Parent Scenarios

How You Meet - Slenderman

KEY:

Him/Her = Please use your gender, or chosen gender. I want to try and make this book available for all genders. 

E/C = Your eye color.

Y/N = Your name.

Line of ~~~~~ = Time Skip.

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Everything was peaceful.

Life was good, sitting in my office alone.

I enjoyed sitting in my office. Alone.

I had the perfect view of my forest and could watch the Mansion and my Creeps from a small set of cameras screens. One wall was lined with bookshelves, while a desk sat opposite from it. My Office was fairly large and was well lit and warm. The fireplace just inside the bookshelf did its work at the logs thrown inside it. My office smelled of snickerdoodles and fire, with just the tinge of the musky forest.

Ahh, life was good.

That is, until Toby barged into my office, uninvited.

" Sir! " He panted as my office door flew open. I sat up straighter and looked at his bloody, tired figure. " Th-there's been a sig-sighting-g in the forest of a mo-mother, " He said, regaining his balance and standing up straight once more. From the way he stood and talked, I already knew there was a problem.

" Where is she? " I asked Toby calmly. He started to speak again but only coughed. I waited for him to gather himself again, before demanding him to speak. He coughed again a few more times, then muttered.

" She w-was spotted on th-the edge of the for-forest, sir, wh-while Masky an-and I were out, "

I listened to him speak with my hands crossed into one another. " And why, Toby, are you telling me this? She was just another victim, I'm sure. Wasn't she? " I asked him, pressing more onto him. It was unheard of for Toby to tell me about a lowly victim he saw while on a mission. If he was with Masky, she most likely would have been killed.

" Sir, sh-she had a ch-child with her, " He stuttered loudly, his panting beginning to ease.

I sat up straighter. " What do you mean? " I demanded. " What do you mean that she had a child with her? How could a child survive the treck through my forest? Was it young or old? " I pressed him with questions.

Toby, now himself, spoke loudly and confidently. No speck of tiredness was left within him, only grim loyalty. No wonder he was my second-in-command. " Sir, she w-was blee-bleeding out from an unk-unknown wound. A child wa-was with her. Masky took the ch-child, a young boy/girl, and buried her o-out of respect. The child is in the l-living room, Sir. "

" Why did you bring a child back here, Toby! You know the dangers of bringing humans back to our Mansion, especially young ones! Is he/she at any chance a demon? " I asked him, a hint of uncertainty in my voice. The last thing I needed was another demon, who could be working for Zalgo.

Toby shook his head violently. " N-no, sir! The boy/girl isn-isn't a demon, they're hu-human, I swear! " He held his hands in front of his face to protect himself in case I went to hit him. Instead, I stood up from my desk and politely crossed my hands behind my back. 

" Show me where this child is. Now. "

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I glared down at the child that Masky held. The boy/girl was a small newborn who was defenseless in a house full of killers. He/She would die the day she/he started to crawl if she/he stayed here. Masky looked up at me, his mask thrown aside around his back, and tried to reason with me.

" Sir, you can't send him/her away! He'll/She'll die out there! The mother is already dead, she was most likely attacked by a creature of your forest! Please, sir! " Masky begged of me.

" Tim, absolutely not. I'm not welcoming a defenseless mortal into my Mansion. Now, either send him/her into the woods, or I'll kill him/her myself. " I growled at him. 

Tim only looked up at me with raw determination in his eyes. The child he held slept soundly, wrapped in a bloody, thin gray blanket. The small crowd of Creepypastas around us watched silently, waiting for what was about to happen next.

"No. " Tim simply told me.

Everyone around us sucked in a breath. No one told me " No " and got away with it unscathed.

" What did you just tell me, Timothy? " I asked him slowly. 

" I told you no, Mr. Slenderman. Would you like to know why? "

I nodded steadily.

He took a deep breath. " I told you no, Sir, because I was not going to let you throw away this boy's/girl's life. They have no choice whatsoever. It would be their suicide if you left them to the wolves or your evil little Creeps. I will not let you kill this child. I will protect them, as your Proxy, even if you kill me. " He snarled. The small group around us was silent once again. I stared at him in surprise. No Proxy, or Pasta, has ever talked back to me like that before. I quickly made up my mind.

" Timothy, give me that child. " I said, holding out my hands. He stepped back into the protection of the circle and held him/her away from me. 

" Absolutely not! " He hissed.

" Tim, " I took a deep breath. " Give me the child. I am not going to hurt him/her, but I will hurt you if you keep disobeying me. "

My Proxy glared up at me before reluctantly handing me the child. They were wide awake now and gazed up at me with bright e/c eyes. The child was extremely light and small, and looked at me with a wide smile on its face. I held him/her by their armpits and sighed.

" I will keep the child if that's what you really want Timothy. " I told him. He only gasped.

" Really, Sir? Thank you! Please don't hurt them! " He said, then followed up quieter. I only chuckled.

" I will not hurt the child, " The small crowd cheered. Some of my Creeps seem to have already bonded with this newborn infant.

" You must be incredibly strong to have survived the treck to my forest, little one, " I said, looking at the small infant. They gave me a toothless smile. 

" Hmm, Tim, you found him/her. What would you like to name him/her? " I asked, looking over at my Proxy.

Tim stopped for a moment. " Well, sir, I was thinking about naming him/her- " His statement was cut short when Toby suddenly jumped onto his back.

" Y/N! " He yelled while on top of Masky, who grunted in surprise. The crowd of murderers laughed, and so did I.

" Alright, we shall call you Y/N, " The infant only laughed sweetly. " Welcome to the family, Y/N. " I said softly, pulling him/her towards me to hug them.

Welcome to the family.