Painted Smile (Bløødy painter X male reader)

Painted Smile (Bløødy painter X male reader)

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'In a lonely world. A single act of kindness can be remembered.' Helen Otis was used to being ignored. Threw out his life he was bullied, mocked, and shunned. Constantly being reminded of how much of a loner he truly was. He found himself in a pit of darkness where he lay stuck. But one day, as if God decoded to gift him with a tiny miracle, out of the blue a boy came into his life. He was always trying to make Helen see the brighter side of things despite the way people viewed him for it. He urged Helen to try new things and continue to work hard and be happy. Protecting him from the bullies and making his life a lot better. Sadly though, nothing lasts forever, as one day the boy died in a house fire. As time passed and painter became the artistic killer he is today, working under the wing of Slenderman, he runs into a familiar proxy, who works for his masters enemy. Zalgo. (Some characteristics are already decided.)
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