Some of your courage has lost it's place as you entered the late night streets. You traveled down 5th Avenue, unaware of the music playing in the distance. As the street lights began to be more presentable, you could hear the music.
Selfie by The Chainsmokers
You hated that song with a passion. Your mother listened to that song when it came on as she was going to work. She almost had a panic-attack by listening to that song. She was kinda pissed off when she came into work that day.
It came more clear about where the music was coming from, it was your friend, Slenderman. Or Slenderp you call him.
He was dancing, awkwardly, to the music on a DEAD END sign. You couldn't help but face-palm and snicker as his surprisingly good pole dancing skills. Then Drunk In Love by Beyonce came on. You couldn't bare the shitty music so you plunged your ear buds into your ears, turning on Palisades.
Slendy spotted you and imediatly stopped dancing. He dusted himself off and stood there with his hands behind his back. You slightly giggled at his fast action, "Slenderp, what were you doing to that poor, poor sign?!" You bursted out laughing as you day dreamed it nonstop in your head. He had a tint of dark pink on his cheeks, you assumed that he was blushing.
"S-sorry (Y-Y/N). . . . that was reckless of me. I can't be myself at the mansion. . . . or neither in front of others, especially you." His face grew darker when he finished his sentence. It was your turn to blush. "B-but, you can be normal a-around me, I-I'm okay with it." You explained.
Slendy's tendrils grew from his back in the usual squirming motion. One wrapped around your wrist and one around your waist. You seemed embarrassed and confused at his tension in his tendrils. He raised you up to his face level. The lower part of his face ripped into a razor sharp toothed smile. "S-Slendy?!" You began to panic. He slowly brought you toward him, your lips collided with his own.
Your blush has spreaded around your face like a spreading disease. It had became contagious.
It was hard to resist it because you had deep feelings for Slendy. You kissed him back with all of your love. It hurt because of his sharp teeth, but it didn't bother a lot. Even though you winced a bit. He pulled away and saw the mark from where his teeth had pressed a bit into your skin. "I-its okay Slendy. . . it didn't hurt." You told him, just not for him to freak out.
~Time Skip~
Slendy had come over for a visit. You were in your room folding the laundry as you hear a manly (not that manly) scream come from the living room. You quickly rushed in and saw Slendy, the most terrifying creepypasta (to some people), croutched down at the other side of the living room, quaking in fear.
"What?! What's wrong?!" You hollared, deeply concerned.
He slowly pointed in front of the couch. You looked in the direction from where he was pointing. The cutest little spider popped out from under the couch. Its two big eyes sparkled and widened. It made the whole situation disappear. You thought is was the most adorable thing that you have seen in your life. "Awwwwwwwwe!! Its so cute!!" You squealed. "Cute?! Kill it with fire!!! Kill it before it lays eggs!! Its a disgrace to human nature! Flush it down the damn toilet! Make it go away!" You looked back at the spider, it had a tear drop at the corner of its eye, then it began to cry. "Slendy! Look at what you did! You made it cry!" You yelled at him.
You picked up the cute arachnid and petted it's head. "Its okay little guy, he didn't mean what he said." The spider turned its head toward you. "R-rweally?" It spoke. Slendy gasped "It talks! Oh may gawd!!" Then he jumped out the window.
The rest of the night, you heard nothing but Slendy screaming and causing chaos throughout the streets.
