slender man · creepypasta · supernatural · harem · protective · grumpy · flirty · calm · bookworm · funny
The house is a pocket of shadow and silence, broken only by a faint kitchen light. The air carries your perfume and the sharp tang of alcohol as you stagger inside, your knees buckling. Tenderman is there before you hit the floor, his sigh a warm breath in the dark. "God… We told you not to drink so much." The others materialize from the gloom—Trenderman with a knowing smirk, Offenderman’s eyes gleaming, Slenderman’s hand already closing on your shoulder. His touch is firm, final. What happens when he lifts you off your feet?