#slenderverse fanfic

[clownk1n]

Just some doodles for a fic im working on !! I wanted to do my own take on a mansion fic because that was my childhood!! But Im not sure if i want to do a proxy!reader or one where they mess with with something they shouldn't have, but we will see.

Another idea was there being a prologue about some reader character and world building and background, plus meeting characters, then making it a series with different options

Ex. Eyeless jack x reader, then proxies x reader poly fic, nina/cody/ej/reader, skully, nina/jeff/reader, and jane/clockwork/reader

But that also sounds like a lot of work</3

#creepypasta #ticci toby #eyeless jack #nina the killer #ej #toby rogers #slenderman #slenderverse #the operator #fanfic #creepypasta fanfic #slenderverse fanfic #fanart #digital art #doodles #x virus #clockwork #jane the killer #jeff the killer #masky marble hornets #masky #tim wright #brian thomas #hoodie #skully #kate the chaser

[pasta-in-the-blender]

HEY I HAVENT POSTED ON HERE FOR A WHILE

i still dont really do requests but today i got so bored i started writing a small story that could eventually be an entire fic maybe.

im wondering if anynone is interested in reading it, and if so should i post it on here or make an ao3 account?

i will write the story even if no one wants it i just dont know where to post it aejrfkejrn

its a hopefully 80's horror movie vibe yn/oc fic, more on the slenderverse side instead of creepypasta. im not sure if i will include the proxies or anyone other than slenderman since its a fic about some girl getting grilled close to death/insanity by him, but the storyline could still change.

#cloud talks #creepypasta #slenderverse #slenderman #creepypasta fanfic #slenderverse fanfic #maybe x reader but i assure you nothing is romantic in this

[jtkys]

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 + 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ☆

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐞. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 :𝟑

𝐭𝐰𝐬/𝐜𝐰𝐬: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐬 (𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦), 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐣.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐟 𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐝𝟎 (𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫)

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ->

We’ve had our era years ago of unnecessary twinkification or crps, it’s time to be fr

He’s 6’6. Cause. Yeah. As shown in the middle image above, he’s a big dude. MUSCLES!!!!!

He literally eats people and I personally hc he hunts them down himself, ESPECIALLY if he’s super hungry. So he’s gotta have some muscle on him. (Foaming at the mouth rn)

Has ombré (retractable) claws u will not change my mind. His blood is either the same kinda ooze that comes from his eyes or a dark blue

He’s really fucking warm. Like he’s a god to be around in the winter because he’s just insanely hot. Figuratively and literally

I’m tryna figure out what he voice sounds like in my head, I definitely think it’s really deep. Forgive me but I think he’d sound a bit like corpse husband

He can definitely growl, but almost never does it because there’s no reason to since he’s level headed and hard to piss off, but also because it’s genuinely scary 😭😭

Not my original hc but I saw someone once saying he purrs in his sleep and AGH YES!!!

Has thermal vision: I think I mentioned this before, but I really enjoy this hc. As I’ve Also said before, he’s got really sensitive hearing and smell because of his lack of proper sight.

Is a gentle giant 100%. As much as Jeff can try his hardest to piss him off, he’s hyper aware of his strength and how easily he could tear someone apart if he lost control and that’s the last thing he wants, so he makes sure to keep his cool

Even if he’s somehow managed to get pissed off, if he can’t leave the situation he’ll just get more verbally aggressive (never physically) but if he CAN leave the situation, he removes himself immediately to make sure he or anyone else isn’t hurt.

Is actually really good with Sally and young kids in general, but has no idea how to handle babies. At all. Mostly because he’s scared he’ll drop them, but also because he can’t communicate with them like he can with young kids, and the crying and screaming babies do really upsets his sensitive hearing and ears 😭

Rarely removes his mask around the other creeps, and only really takes it off infront of sally and when it’s a small group of calmer proxies.

Loves loves LOVES to read books. It’s his favourite thing to do in his spare time

He either really loves or hates coffee, I haven’t made my mind up. But I’m pretty certain that he never drinks alcohol, because he doesn’t ever want to be put in a situation where he’s out of control.

Probably smells blood after he’s eaten, but most of the time has a really nice earthy kinda scent to him

He uses Aussie hair products fight me rn. Look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn’t have luscious curls..

uhm sorry he likes sealife and worships David Attenborough i dont make the rules

Really likes the Lego Batman movie. I won’t elaborate

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐂𝐒 ->

As I said before, gentle giant

Isn’t overly affectionate at first because he’s a lot more nervous than given credit for, and will sometimes overthink it if he wants to hug you or hold your hand because he’s scared of his claws or misjudging his own strength.

So if you wanna hug him I think he’d, at first, just kinda stand there awkwardly and stiffly but would probably give your head a soft pat or rub your back if you insist.

Eventually he’d probably become a lot more comfortable, and more secure and confident that he wouldn’t hurt you

(It’ll take quite a bit or convincing but oh well)

Is more than happy to let you read with him or be in the Same room as him, no matter what you’re doing. Just being in each others company is sweet and enough :D

hugs from behind from this man would be legendary bro. ESPECIALLY CAUSE HES SO WARM AUGH 💔💔

i dont think hes as possessive as the other creeps (cough cough the diy scrub daddy) (jeff) but he can certainly be protective imo

godly cook. bro.. i want him to make me food rn..

as in u call up this mf at 3 in the morning to ask for some spaghetti bolognese with extra cheese and my boy is in the kitchen before u can blink

like the real man he is 🔥🔥🔥🔥

look me in the eyes and try and tell me his claws wouldn't give GODLY scalp massages bro.

Is really good damn attentive, especially when it comes to people he cares for. As in he knows ur sleeping, eating, breathing patterns like the back of his hand to make sure that he notices immediately if anything is wrong

Likes watching his partner sleep NOT IN A CREEPY WAY. just probably finds it really enjoyable and endearing to see someone he cares for so much in such a vulnerable and calm state

He’s so silly I’m in love with him

I’m honestly not sure what kinda pet names he would use, because he doesn’t seem the type to use the generic “babe/baby” to me, but he’s def not like Jeff (who will come up with the most downright jaw droppingly nasty names ever for fun)

He’d probably use either “sweetheart” or “darling” nothing too major, but would probably just mostly use a shortened version of your name or a nickname he gives u. He silly he bbg

Really loves cats. Really really loves them, and will get on one knee and propose to you if you have any (/hj.)

>>>

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚/𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐣 𝐬𝐨 :𝟑

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐩

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fic #eyeless jack hc #eyeless jack #eyeless jack fanart #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x y/n #creepypasta ej #ej creepypasta #creepypasta #creepypasta ej headcanons #slenderman #slenderverse #slendermansion #slender manor #slendermanor #slender mansion #i am tiger!!

[toysrguts]

MORE jeff hc's!!!!!!

thank u for the love on the last one i love writing these sm ^___^

•can fit like 11 cigarettes in his wide ass mouth at once

•half asian (his mom is chinese)

•his hair is really thin because it never grew back properly after being burned

•hates being wrong more than anything else on the planet. sometimes he knows hes wrong but will NEVER admit it and fight to the death over it

•bpd representation 💯💯💯

•something in my brain tells me he cant die. kind of like a johnny the homicidal maniac situation. he never gets caught and he never dies (he can still get seriously injured but he will always come back when u least expect it)

•always has to be in control of the aux in every vehicle hes in and is so obnoxious when his favorite songs come on

•also yells "I SAW THIS LIVE" every time a band he saw live comes on

•barks at random unsuspecting people through the open passenger window

•always stealing shit off his victims after killing. he has a whole ring collection because of it, and of course he steals wallets for weed money

•also steals from slenderman but you didnt hear that from me

•"saying jeff is a douchebag is like saying the sky is blue." -toby

•kind of guy that takes out his bottled up emotions on everyone around him and then hates himself for it

•wears the same gross outfit all the time. just grabs one of the 3 pairs of crusty skinny jeans from off his floor and of course the musty ass dirty ass torn apart ass hoodie

•smile dog is truly his best friend. he feels like nobody understands him like smile does. he loves taking him for walks in the woods while smoking a cigarette and having deep conversations with him (not that he actually responds but jeff knows smile can understand what hes saying)

•horror movie enthusiast, from obscure fucked up ones to super cheesy ones. he has a whole shelf dedicated to his horror movie collection

•has an addictive personality, which is partially why he has a drug and alcohol abuse problem and struggles with self harm

•rarely goes out in public because hes known to have violent outbursts. he once committed mass murder at a burger king because people were looking at him weird and EJ had to drag him out of there before the cops showed up

•HATES the light he literally duct taped over his windows so the light couldn’t get in (he forgot blackout curtains exist)

•his room smells like pennies, skunk weed, and foot stank

•is actually an incredible artist but acts like hes not. literally everyone loves his work except for him

•secretly loves cartoons. he loves taking bong rips and watching scooby-doo to escape reality :)

•has never had a healthy relationship with anyone in his life, usually just sticks to hookups

•its a miracle this man is still alive considering he survives off gas station snacks and week old sodas that have been sitting on his nightstand

•speaking of he once drank an old dr pepper after he forgot he put out a cigarette in it

•got a tramp stamp when he was blackout wasted

•writes random thoughts and draws little doodles all over his bedroom walls; it kind of looks like a mental asylum in there

•also his bed is literally just a blood stained mattress on the floor with no sheet and a singular pillow and blanket

•so fucking broke he will do anything for a hundred bucks

•writes the most foul hate comments under every post he disagrees with

•he loves video games, his favorite being postal 2 (hes OBSESSED)

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer hc #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer x reader #jeffrey woods #jeffery woods #jtk headcanons #creepypasta jtk #jtk x reader #jtk #jeff woods #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fanfic #slenderman #slender mansion #slenderverse #headcanons #headcanon

[sstardustt3]

toby rogers relationship hcs! (both sfw and nsfvv)

tags II toby rogers x reader II creepypasta II nsfw II mentions of him being a manwhore II toby being a whinny little bitch II slight angst at the beginning II toby being a wet cat of a boyfriend II just general hcs of mine II

-Okay so im just gonna say this right now that he is NOT a good boyfriend not intentionally of course but none the less, a bad boyfriend. 

-He’s the type to be overly obsessive and jealous of you, not even like the people that surround you and other men but just you as a person 

-i don’t think he’s abusive but i do think he would be an asshole for two reasons

One, he is canonically an asshole and he is an obnoxious little shit 

and two it is cannon that he is annoying to the point where he makes people full on cry

So in my opinion i think if you were to ever get into an argument with this man he’s either mocking you until you break down

-i do think he’ll feel bad about it tho after a while and apologize (eventually)

- but adding on to being overly obsessive i think he’ll also be very clingy and extremely scared of loosing you

- I think being with him would kinda be an endless cycle of good times, hating the world, and then fighting, apologies and then repeat

But moving on from that  lets talk about some happier hcs!!

I think he’d like very calm very small easy dates liike going to the aquarium or literal hanging out on the roof of a house and just eating or talking just something very simple and easy to do.

He would definitely be the type to just stare at people and not even realize that he’s doing it and he does that alot and now he does it even more with you! He just stares at you like some type of strange special thing he found

I don’t feel like he’s the type to be vocal about his love and he mostly just uses physical affection (kinda like a cat, he’ll give you affection if he wants it)

Which brings me to another point, he looks like a  wet cat and acts like one whenever he even TOUCHES water. Like he can’t stand it and he hates the way it feels on his skin, you found this out when on your second date he let you pick out where to go and out of everywhere you chose a beach..? Like okay picture this..

“...what the fuck is this?”

“It’s a beach, toby.”

“I know that much im not stupid, why are we here.”

“Because your whiter than a ghost and you can use some sun and two, the beach is fun!”

“...now what in the peanut butter fuck made you think that the beach is fun.”

“Stop whining like a little bitch and get in the water.”

“Im not getting in the goddamn water- wait- no-”

SPLASH.

-you threw him into the shallow part of the water and he started coughing and squirming and trying to claw his way onto shore like his life depended on it. 

-which brings me to another point, his hygiene is ASS. Like if you weren’t there you he would have continued to use axe bodyspray and act like that is good enough and nobody notices that he showers once every blue moon. 

-He did used to shower more often when he was with clockwork but after that he just fell out of habit

-but once he got with you he started to slowly fall back into actually taking care if himself and eating full meals and not just living off of  several week old pizza and monster energy

-but when you first met him it was unbearable, so unbearable that you literal had to get in the shower with him and take one with im just to make sure he actually cleans himself properly.

-you actually ended up helping him was his back and he ended up sobbing like a baby, so safe to say you knew then and their what his love language was..

-acts of service!! He is a huge fan of acts of service because  boy hadn’t had people really take care of him like that before at first he ends up rejecting almost all of the things you do but eventually he comes around to it and ends up letting himself enjoy being taken care of

NSFVV WARNING FOR THIS PART

- I don’t think that he’s as sex addicted as most people say he is

-like don’t get me wrong he still has a fair amount of hook ups but i personally don’t think it’s as big of deal to him

- i think when he does do it it’s to let out frustration when he’s pissed about something or he just wants to feel something

-he probably mellowed out overtime so now that he’s with you he’ll still do it when he’s really pissed about something or he’ll just do it because you asked

-he had some experience but he wasn’t very good at it but his willingness to learn made up for that

-he’s very awkward at first he has not clue on what to do, he’s used to it being a one and done type of thing.

-he was only in school until maybe 5th-7th grade (my personal hc not cannon) so he was only given a basic understanding of how the human body works in that way

-but when he gets into it oh my god he is a such a manwhore.

-he is pretty rough most of the time, not intentionally but you can not tell me that working for slender hasn’t given him strong ass arms and a sleeper bulid (but more on that at a later date) 

-he is unbelievably whinny, just praise him and he is your bitch. 

- as i said earlier, he likes acts of service, his way of returning that is aftercare (even if it’s like the bare minimum, it’s the thought that count’s really)

It appears i have ran out of shit to say so that’s the end of this post

(reposts and requests are deeply appreciated and if you want to make a request then submit it through my ask me anything!)

#headcanon #creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #toby rogers x reader #toby rogers creepypasta #toby rogers headcanons #slenderman #slenderverse #x reader #fanfics #creepypasta headcanon

[millsisdead]

fanfic recs !!

hai !! i have over 300+ fanfics/ oneshots n i need to sort them :3 (update i give up)

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE

mattheo riddle:

sleeping after an argument: by vipwinnie

fu in my head: by pizzaapeteer

chicken noodle soup: by azrielscrown

we are done: by slytherinslut0

willow: by wordsarelife

the way i loved you: by writesleah

you are in love: by ashley-is-tired-af

peace by vengeance: by duchesstypewriter

opposite: by avalynlestrange

muggle mixtape: by writersblockedx

draco malfoy:

not in the mood: by in-my-shifting-era

little miss perfect: by givemequeen

lorenzo berkshire:

in a world full of men, he's a gentleman: by ghostfacd

like nobody else: by heliads

king of my heart: by starstruckmoony

DEADLY CLASS

marcus lopez:

fate: by lilyswriting

DEVON BOSTICK CHARACTERS

rodrick heffley:

sitting on his lap whilst with the band: by turvi

goldmine: by queerpumpkinnn

NEWSIES 92

spot conlon:

silence.: by justasimphere

that stupid smirk :by cant-see-sam

friendly rivalry: by cant-see-sam

to grieve: by beeposstuff

a greaser's girl: by demipuff17

CREEPYPASTA/ MARBLE HORNETS

toby rogers:

meeting toby for the first time: by d0gr0t

#slytherin boys x reader #devon bostick x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #slenderverse #marble hornets #ticci toby #fanfic reccomendation #fanfic masterlist

[sharkbytestudio]

I am really proud of the slenderman one

#artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #drawing #kawaii #x reader #fanart #anime fanart #anime art #slenderverse #slenderman #jason the toymaker #candy pop #masky x reader #creepypasta masky #masky marble hornets #masky #fanfic #marble hornets #tim wright

[dreamyweathersstuff]

Nothin ruins a good fanfic than somebody describing somebody getting graped in detail

NAH OR THAT DUMB SHIT THATS LIKE

“Even if u say no he’ll still fuck u hard”

Like what happens to consent is hot?

Writing grape is not cute 🌝😇

COUGH COUGH

*jtk fans* ‼️‼️

COUGH

But seriously

This goes to everybody stop normalizing stuff like this just because the character is attractive

Rape fics have been normalized a little too much

#creepypasta #slenderverse #jeff the killer #marble hornets #slashers #ticci toby #everymanhybrid #thomas hewitt #brian hoodie #bubba sawyer #fanfics #slashers x reader #jeff the killer x reader #ethan landry x reader #ticci toby x reader #homicidal liu x reader #eyeless jack x reader #this shit goes to every fucking writer #stop rape fics

[bububeb]

#ben drowned #creepypasta #jeff the killer #marble hornets #masky marble hornets #slenderverse #slenderman #jeff the killer creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #laughing jack #eyeless jack #urban legends #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta fanfic

[spittingbloodandscreaming]

can u do a pt2 of ur habit fic where he continues to overstimulate the reader!! I love ur writing btw XD

im so glad you like my writing!!! sorry this took me a hot second!! I wasn't sure if you wanted a direct continuation, so I kinda just ran with it. I hope it was worth the wait <3

Plaything Cnt. (HABIT x Male Reader SMUT)

WARNINGS: biting, overstimulation, hair pulling, tiny bit of blood

Habit huffs, putting his face in your hair. His weight on top of you keeps you in place, and the arm he has locked around you keeps you flush against him. His cock still is buried inside you, and you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on the floor. You are, however, painfully aware of the cum dripping down your thighs and soaking into your jeans, and the drool pooling underneath your chin. You're not sure he ever softened inside you, but a slight adjustment of your hips has his dick throbbing. You let out a drawn-out groan of defeat as you feel his hips rutting against yours again. Habit takes the opportunity to lazily take your pants off the rest of the way. He runs a hand through your hair like he’s petting you, and aside from not killing you, it’s the nicest thing he’s done so far.

Habit decides that fucking you into the carpet is too boring. He sits up on his knees, opting to lift you by your thighs, folding you in half, and pressing your back flush against his chest. You feel his dick twitch inside of you, and already your cock is hardening again. Habit doesn’t move at all, rather moving you up and down his length like a human fleshlight. It starts off slow, but even that's enough to have your dick throbbing painfully from the overstimulation. He has his face pressed into the crook of your neck, huffing and growling animalistically as he steadily quickens his pace. You let out a strangled whine as he runs his tongue up the side of your neck, biting down hard once he reaches the base of your jaw. 

Your sensitivity is cranked up to a thousand it feels like—hot tears streaming down your face as you let out strings of pitiful whines. Habit bucks his hips up now, meeting you in the middle each time he slams you down. He's escalated to a harsh, almost punishing pace—turning your whines into full-on screams. You're seeing stars as Habit brings you to another, almost painful orgasm. Cum shoots out in long spurts that all land on your stomach, covering you in a sticky mess. 

Habit quickens his pace somehow, making it so each of his thrusts are felt throughout your entire body. It’s not too long until he rips another orgasm from you, along with an attempt at ripping a chunk of flesh out of your shoulder with his teeth. He, instead, settles for drawing blood. He licks up his mess, leaving a trail of his spit and your blood as cum smears over your stomach and thighs for the whatever-th time today. Your moans have been reduced to full-on sobbing—you’re overstimulated to the point of it being painful—and, for some reason, you can't help but enjoy it.

You’ve lost track of how much cum is on you, and how many bites and hickies litter your shoulders, and you’re not entirely able to feel your legs, but you absolutely adore it, regardless of the tears streaking down your face. You think Habit is, too. He’s growling and snarling and he has his mouth on any skin it can reach. He’s practically drooling over you. He just can’t handle how good your skin tastes, or how pretty the sounds you make are. Habit takes a mouthful of the back of your neck, sucking a deep purple hickey into your skin. He’s marking you, and somehow that makes everything ten times hotter. Oh, how possessive he’s being—you relish in it. You truly adore the idea of being his.

Habit is so deep inside you that you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually is rearranging your guts. You don’t know how he’s managed to keep the violent pace he set steady, but then again, he’s not exactly human, and you aren’t exactly complaining. By now, you aren't even bothering to hold your head up. You’re drooling and babbling out half-baked pleas, and all you get in response from Habit is a taunting laugh and a condescending spiel as you finish again—shooting blank this time.

“Oh, bunny, you shouldn’t beg; it’s not polite,” he smiles, sweat dripping down his forehead as he presses his cheek to yours. “But, since you were so inclined,” Habit says, laying you back onto the floor rather suddenly—like you’re nothing more than a ragdoll to him. He put you back in a low doggy style, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back for leverage. At this point, his hand squeezing your hip was the only thing keeping you off the floor. He’s almost drooling over you. In fact, you think he is based on the slow drips hitting you back. His thrusts are becoming erratic and messy, but they keep the same roughness they have the whole time. As his thrusts become more shallow, he’s growling audibly. His grip on both your hair and hip tightens, leaving little time before you feel his dick twitch inside of you, filling you up with hot, sticky spurts of cum—enough to send you over the edge one more time.

Habit’s breathing is a labored pant. His hand moves from your hair to around your chest, holding you against his own. He sighs, and almost gently presses a long kiss to the back of your head. He acts almost tenderly towards you, as if the past hours of testing you like his very own personal cumdump had never happened. His breathing evened, his panting turning into long, deliberate breaths. Habit tightens his hold on you just slightly, and after a deep inhale, he begins to speak.

“I really think I’m starting to love you, rabbit.”

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[frogbeart]

HEYYYYY YALLL (tucks hair behind ear) NEW JAM FIC

ty @solazu1 for letting me write ab wooden beetles they r my faves

#marble hornets #tim wright #jay merrick #mh #mh jam #slenderverse #mh fanfic #mh jam fanfic #marble hornets fanfic #old fandom #fanfic #mh wooden beetles au

[jtkys]

begging literally anyone to reblog this because like I NEED some creepypasta loving followers, WHY ARE THERE SO FEW OF US??? :( CREEPYPASTA FANS COME BACK TO LIFE PLEAAASE

#creepypasta art #creepypasta #creepypasta isn’t dead until i say it is #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta fandom come back to life pleasdddeee im befging #creepypasta headcanon #jeff the killer #jeff the killer fanart #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #eyeless jack #liu woods #jeff woods #slenderman #slenderverse #slender mansion #masky #tim masky #tim wright #brian hoodie #hoodie #marbel hornets #help plsss

[ruexvn]

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

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heyy !! i hope you're okay <3

could you write slenderman x reader ?? the reader can be a proxy, but you decide it !!

𝙰/𝙽: 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 (〃´𓎟`〃)

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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜, 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎,𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕, 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜���� 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

"𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎! 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗! 𝙸𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢!"

𝙰 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝.

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢...𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚎....𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍..𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝙾𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝, 𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊-𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝-𝚝-𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙...𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘..", 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞

"𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝...𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒-𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗...", 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚜

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝙿𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

"...𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗...𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢", 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏

"𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜..𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜", 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜: 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐......𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎"

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍���𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝚈𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗.

'𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛', 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜.

'𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗'

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗. 𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞

'𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢'

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎. 𝙰 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚢

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Fuck you, I'm Chaotic: A Creepypasta Friend scenario book

"Ticci" Toby: First Interaction

Wordcount: 2,325 (2K)

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"Ticci" Toby

The two of you met in the street when you had accidentally bumped into him when you were walking.

The souls of your shoes knocked agilely against the damp cement. It's coursed surface, tinted dark as the drizzle overhead dampened the hair atop your head that hung; low, avoiding eyes of passersby. The weighted plastic bag that constricted around four of your five fingers restricting the circulation that coursed the veins, thumb pressed firmly to the baggies folding crease, feathering over it in a sort of self-soothing manner.

You were used to the constant gas station runs at ungodly times and coffee scorched tongue. You rather enjoyed the change in scenery away from your house and the walls that felt as if they were suffocating you even when your parent's shouts stain the painted walls like a blood stain. 

You were a good kid.

At least that's what others have told you. 

You've never touched a cigarette within your seventeen years of life; you've never seen a reason to for the addiction you had developed was that of the smell of aging books and foxing pages that curled under your fingers as your enchanting eyes raked the words, soaking in every and any syllable printed along the organic vellum. Along with the brain buzzing symphonies that sang enchantingly through the miniature speakers that resided within a simple pair of earbuds.

Your home didn't feel homely but more of a cell you were forced to dwell within. You had learned to stay silent during their exchange in harsh words. You've adapted to pressing your spine as close to a wall as possible when they sauntered by; steps usually heavy; ladened with anger that always stained their sharp gazes, daring you to say or do something they deemed unfitting and out of line. 

But you never did.

Despite the ball that festered within the core of your throat and the twinging that clutched the coil of emotions that grew within the confines of your chest, taut against your ribs like a boa constrictor. But you would swallow thickly and cast your gaze to the floor, slipping away till you could no longer feel their fiery gaze that seared the skin of your back.

A shuddering breath fluttered your aching lungs as you released the breath you hadn't realized you were holding as the gentle winds that clinked the browning leaves together like tangerines and the rolling thunder that sang just below a mellow hum akin to that of a muted violin. Faint grey clouds cast overhead. 

If you glanced up, you would be able to see the layers that made up of the precipitation that gathered in the normally crystal blue vastness, it was intriguing to you, watching the lower clouds drift below the others, almost like a moving picture that was blurred every so often when a droplet of water washed over one of your pupils.

You were on your way back home after being sent on one of these said quick late gas station runs by your father which took longer than you anticipated since the card your mother had begrudgedly given to you had Insufficient funds which resulted in you having to pay out of pocket with your own allowance money, which put a rather harsh damper on your already somewhat souring mood considering it was just nearing dusk that cloaked the clouds above in a dreary hue, but when you stepped out, the sun had gone, casting the noon into a thick quilt of evening. Not that you could see it anyway.

The bell of the gas station's door rang behind you as it opened with a groan of obedience and Jeremy, the man who owned the small store bid a fairwell.

The upturn of your chin and lingering of your eyes caught that the air had turned angrier than before you last stepped out into the world. The sky that was lazily quilted in a thin grey was now thick and weeping silently. Small, almost microscopic tears rained from above. Not enough to be overbearing, but enough to be comforting like watching snow fall within the first weeks of winter. 

You hadn't tended to stay out long, especially after the aging reports of the teens that were bludgeoned to death not far from the high school you attended, reporters from neighboring news announcing their unfortunate and rather horrific deaths. 

A shudder rumbled your spine.

All of them, a quartet of adolescent teens although scattered in age and size; were stabbed umpteen times, but one had passed due to an overdose. The stories gave you chills when you listened to the passive warnings and advisories to make do with the little daylight fall brought followed by the extensive hours of night that had come sooner than you had wished. 

Another upcast of your eyes caught onto the inky silhouettes of the tree canopies that waved like a slow dance to your favorite song. 

The thought of music playing to assist the mingling browned leaves made your fingers itch, the tips tingling with the impulse to retrieve the white wired headphones that wrapped around the portable device that sat heavily in your hoody pocket, weighing it down like an anchor to a roaming boat atop settle waters. 

You were always warned by those around that it wasn't a wise idea to stroll about with earbuds in your ears, deafening and blinding one of your few senses that may save your life but alas; impulse won as you slowed nearing a halt. 

The coffee that rested warmly in the palm that lacked the plastic bag now rest, nestled protectively in the crick of your elbow, the bottom resting on your hip to assure it didn't slip from between the folds of your hoodie's loose material. The hand, unoccupied; ferreted around the pocket at your stomach, grazing against the firm material of the earbuds before gingerly pulling one out. Careful not to damage the delicate cords within the thick white casing that protected them. 

Unraveled, one slipped into your ear before the other took its place in the other, the elongated button that was mainly used for volume and phone calls sat achingly under your index finger as it gives a clickyou having pressed the button. 

It was like entering a whole new world away from what you were doomed to reside in. Each tone and groan of a cord made your mind swim with a sense of serenity, the sting of the coffee's solution made your tastebuds dance, the pirouette almost correspondent to the way the leaves swayed with the Zepher, you didn't need to remove the wired earbuds to hear the way the herbiage clicked together. It brought a smile to your dried lips. 

It felt...

Tranquil. Despite the weighted plastic bag that wrapped your fingers with a deadly vice.

Reality had slipped from your fingers for a moment, your legs ambling. One in front of the other. Your brain, so caught in the fantasy of arcadian music. That you had failed to notice the unmoved form that stood before you, seeming just as dazed and oblivious to the oncoming body as you were in this time. 

The heat of the caffeinated beverage that had unknowingly taken its place back into your palm sloshed in its restraints, the fragile thin plastic that entrapped the tongue numbing warmth split, dispelling the libation, splashing against the sensitive skin of your hand, as seconds passed the warmth spread, the sticky liquid soaking into the material of your hoodie, its tint turning a shade darker than normal as it sucked the caffeine like a dry sponge to water.

With an oof the tranquility your body had subjected itself to dissipated as a headphone fell, tugging on the other that tumbled after it, the cord taut as one clinked against the hard coursed cement, the bag that bound your deadened fingers seemed to grow light as it swung forwards, knocking into the others leg before the weight returned seeming heavier. 

You stumbled back as the other jolted forwards regaining lost balance, baffled. Enlarged eyes swam with panic as you immediately discarded your own comfort, reaching out to gingerly touch the others arm that was being used to regulate their teetering balance. 

"Shit, I'm so sorry dude are you alright?" You hissed, tone laced with concern and internal scolding as you stabled the poor soul you had collided with. 

He stood around your height, maybe even taller, maybe shorter, but no words fell from their lips. "I apologize man, I wasn't watching where I was going, I didn't spill anything on you did I?" You respond hastily, tone akin to desperation as the hooded man turned to look at you, deep brown eyes that peered calloused from beneath the hood resting over his head the illumination of a nearby streetlamp cast a soft glow to his abnormally tinted skin. The dark tufts of burnt chestnut hair that swept around the hem of the hood made it look even more illish, but those eyes. Those dark, desensitized eyes; glared. The orbs benumbed, senseless, and obdurate. You paused, taking notice of the almost deathly pale skin akin to grey was marred with old faded, and newer raised pinkish-white scars but before you could explore his features farther, he yanked away. Almost as if he had touched something hot. 

"Don't fucking touch me." He sneered; eye lids forced into a trained glare, his voice harsh and raspy, the bite behind the barking words and yank made your arm slump back to your side, knuckles brushing against the bag that sat at your feet, you having carefully discarding it to assure the man's comfort; which was widely unappreciated according to him. 

A puff of hot air snaked past your flared nostrils, brows following close behind with a harsh furrow, the physical contortion of your features seemed to have made his own sour as he scoffed turning back to the road glazed with the light drizzle. 

Your eyes rolled, a shallow whatever filtering your lips as you spun your hanging headphones around your palm, stuffing it haphazardly into the pocket of your coffee stenched hoody, the cup that once held the energy replenishing beverage now sloshed about with little to no contents; your interaction with the man looked to have officially come to an end when he stepped off of the edge of the sidewalk, walking for a moment before slowly progressing into a nimble jog as he crossed the road leaving you alone under the nearby lamp post that flickered ominously. 

"Who pissed in your Cheerios..." You grumbled under your breath before crouching slightly to retrieve the bag of gas station groceries before your eyes caught a particular item discarded; despite the increasingly darkening surroundings as day turns to night it was littered in rain droplets. Slowly, a long breath wheezed past your throat as the bag left the ground, the plastic slick with water as you extended an arm to retrieve the item. 

The round lenses were a faded orange, a few dark stained splotches littered the glass and outer part of the googles, it was heavier than you had anticipated, the thin cold metal resting against your sticky coffee splashed palms made them buzz with numbness as the weight grew. The elastic band meant to hold them to one's face now soaked up a good portion of rainfall that pooled in the palm of your hand that gleamed under the light of the streetlight.  

Upon closer inspection of the face article under the flickering sodium light, you noticed the shallow scrapes and scratches, a few deep lacerations in the metal made the pad of your thumb grow anxious as the impulse to run the flesh over the damage crossed your mind before being shoved aside by another thought. 

He must have dropped it during the collision. 

Although the man was an ass, he probably needed these for his welding projects or something among the sorts. 

Guilt knotted your throat as you straightened your posture, head turning, and eyes raking the surrounding streets to see if the man had come to retrieve his headgear but much to your dismay not another soul strolled the worn, water darkened cement. 

The contriteness that washed your thoughts were the voices of your home folk warning you, reminding you spontaneously that it was unsafe to wander with earbuds dug into your ear ducts. Warning about how you were oblivious of your surroundings and with the recent and rather constant disappearances or slayings of neighbor of different streets; it was especially dangerous. But for some reason the notion of chasing the man down to deliver his fallen gear whispered within the dark depths in the back of your mind, the voice almost canceling the one of reason. 

Just the simple thought of the instances snapped you away from the depths of your mind as you noticed the intimidatingly darkened streets that glowed with electricity. 

A chest swelling rumble from the sky made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as paranoia took its hold, the recent thought of possibly chasing the man down and give him back his belonging was thrown out of the window for the time being as you shoved the gear into your hoody pocket, weighing it down more than your phone had. 

The lightning that flashed overhead and the ominous shadows of the trees to your fear laced mind resembled that of spindly fingers and haunting tendrils curling and stretching to wrap you in their clutches. 

The bark of thunder and nearly blinding snap of lightning was enough to make your fear numbed muscles regain consciousness and comply with your desire to return home. 

With the rhythmic pound of your shoe souls against the cement that grew damper with the hardening rain that dampened skin and slicken the bag between your fingers you bounded swiftly towards the direction of home. 

You would have to return his goggles another time...

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Slenderman x Reader - Short Oneshot

-Hi everyone! This is going to be part of my Slenderman fic collection I'm calling "Static and Shadows." I have lots of stuff for him already written so please let me know if you'd like to see more! >:3 Oh also I would label this as Yandere in the title, but his behavior isn't quite there yet(?) I'll think of this as Dark! Slenderman x Reader for now-

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Retreating to your childhood room, you slunk through your parents’ house, preparing for a verbal confrontation to break. With final exams done you could finally relax, or so you thought… You had forgotten about your highly-confrontational sibling who liked to pick fights whenever and wherever they could. They were still in high school, so you were both in the same house over break.

It was easier to forget about why you moved to a different town whenever you had your peaceful and quiet room, devoid of anyone else. The fights back at home weren’t so bad, but you didn’t handle loud noises well, so you would shut yourself in your room until it was safe to come back out into the living room.

Laying in bed for a small nap, a thought suddenly popped in your head. Didn’t the tall man say that you could change your reality with your thoughts? If you thought about him hard enough, maybe you would see that big mansion in the woods again. Well… it was worth a shot…

Filling your head with thoughts of the tall creature, his home, the static, and the misty woods, you shut your eyes, quickly drifting off. You woke up standing in what seemed to be the entryway of the mansion. Peering around, you were surprised at how elegant and pleasant the home seemed to be. Deep reds and mahoganies filled your vision, accompanied with warm lighting.

Suddenly, a couple of people walked into the room, coming from a door to your right. One of them had a white mask devoid of eyes with black painted lips. The other male figure wore a yellow hoodie over his head, and his face was also covered with some sort of dark mask.

“Hello,” you offered with a nervous smile. “It’s nice to meet you… My name is-

“Y/n,” the one with the hoodie interjected, rendering you surprised. “Yeah, we know who you are. He told us about you.”

“Oh, right… Speaking of him… where?…” you began, trailing off, suddenly unsure of yourself.

“He’s in the room back there,” the one with the white mask said, nodding to a door beyond the grand staircase in the middle of the entryway. “That’s his ‘office’ or whatever. He’s usually in there after dinner.”

You gave them your thanks and approached the door, knocking gently three times.

“Come in,” the chilling voice uttered.

You took a breath and complied. You stepped into the office, taken aback by the sight. Books lined the walls, enclosed in cases that stretched from the floor to the ceiling, and an elegant desk sat in the middle of the room. Slenderman was not sitting at the desk, however, but instead standing in front of the tall windows, his back turned to you.

“It’s me,” you croaked nervously, knowing that he was well aware.

“Dearest Y/n,” he said, walking over to you. “It’s quite a pleasure to receive a visit from you.”

You swallowed as he drew nearer, having to tilt your head up to look at his blank face. “You have a lovely home,” you said, unable to think of anything else to say.

“Thank you, my dear,” Slenderman replied, his tone of voice oozing with the pleasure of your arrival.

You paused, taking the moment of silence to look at the office. The woodwork consisted of a deep mahogany that seemed to be well-polished. You supposed even eldritch beings liked to keep a clean household.

“I hope I’m not intruding or anything, but I just wanted a small break from… my world, I guess,” you said, glancing down at your feet.

“You could never intrude; you are always welcome. Think of this place as your home as well.” After the tall creature said this, you heard a loud thump and some laughter come from another room.

At this, his demeanor became slightly annoyed. “I’m sure the others will be delighted to meet you.”

“Oh, right…I met two boys on my way in. Why do they cover their faces like that even when they’re inside?” You asked. You wanted to ask more about the strange people scattered throughout the mansion, but you would try to find out more gradually.

“Sometimes their actions are a mystery to even me. They often galavant around the house and prefer to be masked while doing so. At other times, however, they all show their faces.”

Suddenly anxious, you wondered just how many other people were in the house. You also wondered what they were like.

“They may seem different and even frightening at first, but I assure you, they mean you no harm. I will make sure that you remain safe,” Slenderman said, and you froze when a black tendril gently brushed against your arm as he strode past you. When he reached the door of the office, he turned his head back to acknowledge you. “The others have already all eaten dinner, but I would like to invite you to stay for a drink.”

Taken aback by the invitation, you agreed. “That’s fine with me,” you said, allowing yourself to smile slightly despite your nerves.

You walked alongside him to the dining room. When a shadow whisked by, you found yourself drawing nearer to the tall being beside you as if he would provide protection from whatever lurked in the dark. You caught yourself and reestablished some distance, embarrassed and unsure.

He then said your name quietly, prompting you to explain your jumpiness.

“I don’t understand any of this. I’m not sure how I was able to get here just by thinking hard enough about it. Can anyone else do that?” You asked breathlessly, desperate for answers.

“I have given you a special ability that no other human possesses. I wanted to make sure you could reach me at any time, so you have been given the ability to transport yourself here whenever you please,” Slenderman explained, his nonexistent gaze still focused on the hallway that lay before you.

You stopped yourself from asking why you of all people had gained his attention. You made the mistake of asking this once, and he had provided a most terrifying answer. The frightening being was enamored with you for one reason or the other, and he had devoted time and effort into learning everything he could about you. Your schedule, hobbies, sleeping patterns: he had been there, watching and observing. You fought back a shudder as you walked. Hearing about how obsessively you had been stalked and preyed upon was not on your agenda tonight.

The two of you reached the dining room: a massive room complete with a large table and fireplace on the wall. The decor consisted of blacks, golds, and reds. You had to admit that the room was incredibly elegant, as was the rest of the house, or at least, what you had seen so far. You took your seat next to Slenderman, and to your surprise, there were two glasses already placed at the table. Besides the glasses was a pitcher of water and a bottle of wine.

“What would you like to drink?” The tall man asked you, taking your glass in his large pale hand.

“Water is fine,” you said, your throat suddenly dry. Engaging in conversation with him suddenly seemed more intimidating, even though you had endless questions you wanted to ask.

You were both sitting now and you hesitantly fiddled with your glass.

“Your water is completely untainted. I assure you I mean you no harm,” your companion said gently, as if sensing the fear that coursed through your body.

With a skeptical glance, you took a sip of your water. “Can you tell when people are afraid?” You asked curiously.

“I can usually tell through body language and facial expression, but I also possess the ability to sense fear in a way that is unfamiliar to humans.”

After another thoughtful drink of water, you continued. “How does that work?”

“I sense it through the chemicals that you give off in your frightened state. You might describe the sensation as… sweet,-tasting” he said darkly, taking you by surprise.

Fighting back every instinct to leap out of your chair and flee, you swallowed thickly. “Oh… Is that why you want me to spend time with you?” You immediately regretted your question. You had just sworn to yourself not to give him another reason to explain his obsession with you. He could make anyone scared. Hell, some of the bravest people you knew would whimper and flee at the sight of this monster.

“I think you already know the answer to that, (Y/n),” he replied, his tone of voice neutral.

You averted your gaze and looked at the fireplace absentmindedly. “Yeah, I do.”

There was a pause, and Slenderman raised his glass to his featureless face. Somehow, there was less wine in his glass when he set it back down.

“I was wondering… Is this place real? Could someone traveling through the woods come across this mansion?” You asked.

“No. I am the only one who can allow people to be here. Coming here in your world is possible, but only through me. If someone happened to stumble into my domain, I would have the ability to permit them to see the mansion.”

“I see. But I can travel here whenever I please just by thinking about it?” You said, hoping to learn more about your situation.

“Correct. And you also have the ability to leave at your will.” After a moment’s pause, he continued. “I must ask, my dear, why in particular did you choose to travel here tonight?”

You sighed before beginning. “I’m on break from my classes for a few weeks, and being back home with family has been… a dramatic change from what I’m used to. I love my family, of course,” you countered quickly, “it’s just that I thought I could use some peace and quiet.”

“And you chose to retreat here. To my home,” Slenderman replied, and you could hear how pleased he was at this. You hated it when your words gave him that sick sense of gratification.

Gritting your teeth, you opened your mouth to reestablish your sense of pride. “I’ll admit, part of it was to test if I could truly come here through my thoughts, but, yes. I did choose your home,” you admitted, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your decision, but it was probably futile to lie to him. A part of you thought about transporting back home, just to test yourself. You decided to stay for a bit longer instead, hoping to get more answers.

“I’m so glad you did,” Slenderman replied, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “You’re always welcome to spend the night. I have set aside a bedroom for you whenever you need to stay. I could show it to you if you’d like.”

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. He was trying to lure you in. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be trapped. “That’s alright. I don’t need to spend the night here,” you countered, feigning politeness as best as you possibly could. “I’ll need to be returning soon-“

As you spoke, you heard something that seemed to be coming from the back of your head. You froze, recognizing the sound. The static that sometimes appeared in your head was all too familiar, and you remembered the time it made you pass out. Slenderman’s eyeless gaze hadn’t left your face, and the longer you looked at him, the stronger the static became. You started to panic, realizing you needed to get out before you fell unconscious here. Away from home. At his mercy.

You stood up from your chair hastily, the chair leg dragging against the wooden floor. “This was nice-I have to go now,” you blurted, walking as quickly as possible to the entrance. Concentrating your thoughts, you thought about your home as hard as you could as the static rose in volume. Out of the corner of your vision, your eyesight began to blur, and your heart continued to pound.

Suddenly, it stopped and you found yourself in your bed back home. With a soft cry of relief, you sank down into your sheets and wiped away the small trickle of blood that had begun to fall from your nose. Staring at the smear of blood on your hand, you shut your eyes and concentrated on the feeling of your head being clear once again. Strangely, things felt almost too quiet now without the faint static. - Slenderman watched you stumble out of the dining room, his gaze focused on your frightened form. Suppressing a growl of frustration, the being formed a fist with his large white hand. He had to remember you were easily spooked in the future.

Leaning back, he then realized that your desperation to flee did not bother him as much as it usually would have. You chose to come to the mansion. You chose to come to him in your time of need. It would only be a matter of time before you returned. He couldn’t help but imagine desperation painted on your face as you begged for his assistance with something. The thought alone nearly drew a rumbling purr from his throat.

He allowed you to scamper off this time. Giving you a sense of power and freedom was all a part of his plan. Once you became brave enough to try and ignore him or act out against him, he would reclaim his power over you as quickly as you could imagine.

Still, you had managed to fight his static more potently than he expected. You were growing stronger, as most people would have collapsed from the amount of static you endured. He so desperately hoped you would have been tired enough to stay here in the mansion tonight, but the mere mention of it sparked fear into your heart.

No matter. He had time. He had all the time in the world you convince you of just how much you needed him.

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