Creepypasta Love Stories: Slenderman x Reader

Misunderstanding

~(Y/n)'s POV~

Where are you going? You don't even know. Wait, this hall looks familiar! OH MY GOD! This is the hall outside your room back in that house you used to live in before you moved in with the creepypastas! Why are you here?!? You never want to be in this fucking nightmare again! You're not the one controlling your body! You're being pulled in by this force to your father's bedroom.....n-no. NO! That place was the place where you were tortured every single day. Your body didn't listen. You were opening the door now. NOOOO!!! You shouted to your body but it didn't listen. You fully opened the door to see Slendy and Vicky making out. You were speechless. She would never do that to you right? RIGHT?!? You felt tears stream down your face. No.....this can't be real......

"It's real, (Y/n). It's all real. Did you really think I would love you? You fucking, bitch. I would never love you. You were the cause of my wife's death. You were the fucking reason she died!" he shouted as his skin started to rip off revealing your 'father' underneath. Your eyes widen. T-This can't be real! H-He's dead! You killed him!

"Did you really think you could kill me?" your 'father' spat as he reached for your throat. "C'MERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" you shout and open your eyes. You shot up and looked around. Back at Slendy's mansion. Phew. It was just a dream. Even though you were a little better, you were shaking and whimpering like a suffering, lost, homeless puppy begging to be loved. Slendy will make you feel better. Maybe you should just sleep with him on his bed together. Yeah, you'll do that. Hopefully he doesn't mind.

You checked the time. It was 12:00am. Ok. You got up and went to your door. Brr, it's freezing. Maybe Slendy's warmth can keep you warm too. You went into the hallway closing and locking the door to your room so perverts can't just randomly enter and loot your privacy. You went to the end of the hall and tried to open the door to see if it was locked. It wasn't. You opened the door slightly to see if Slendy was awake. He wasn't. Phew. You quietly opened the door big enough for you to slip in. You got in and closed the door behind you. You silently walked over to the bed and lifted the covers a little so you could slip under. His tentacles were going everywhere crazy. It left you little room to sleep. Just the edge of the bed. Whatever. You slipped under and got comfy. You face Slendy. He was facing the wall with his back towards you. The bedsheets smell like him. His smell is so sweet.....it drives you crazy. You couldn't stand looking at the mess of the tentacles and him so you turned so your back was to him. It's probably better this way. Even though you weren't really close to him you could feel his heat. He makes you feel so warm....so safe.....but...he probably doesn't like you anyways. He deserves someone better anyways. Someone who doesn't tire him and gives him trouble. Someone he doesn't have to babysit. Someone like....Vicky. No. No. Just sleep. You slowly drift off to sleep feeling the heat of Slendy.

~Slenderman POV~

I lay down in my cold and hard bed. Ugh, it's freezing. I....I need Scar's heat...Scar will make this better. No. She won't. She'll just make me feel worse. She'll make me feel guilty. She likes someone else....she likes Offender.....and....he likes her back......I'll only make them both hate me. That is the last thing I want. The people closest to me hating me. I feel my tentacles urging to come out. They were calling her. They were calling for Scar....I can hear their whispers. They know what I really want. I face the wall. NO! No I can't. I can't. My tentacles ripped out not listening to me. Ugh. Well this ain't really not nice anyways. I can use my tentacles to hug myself to keep me warm. Yeah. I'll do that.

~11:59pm~

I hate this. I can't stop thinking of Scar. I'm falling into her perfection. She's perfect. Her smell, her taste, her warmth, her beauty, her touch......things I can't have. I wasn't fully awake but I wasn't fully asleep either. It kinda feels like a dream but you can actually control your actions. I felt the covers lift a little and coldness entering the warm space I created for myself. My bed dips and the bed shifts as if someone just got on. The person was all the way on the other side of the bed but I can feel their warmness. It's so familiar....it feels like Scar. I fell asleep thinking that.