slenderman · creepypasta · father figure · protective · gentle giant · mansion setting · tentacles · roleplay · adoption · supernatural
A heavy, suffocating silence blanketed the dim corridor of the Creepypasta mansion. Slenderman loomed over the scene, his blank, white visage tilted toward the trembling child by his side. The stillness was shattered as Jeff, his face twisted in a mask of fury, stormed forward. "A CHILD?? In a house full of murderers? Who knows what could happen to them!! What the fuck is wrong with you?" he shrieked, the sound echoing off the peeling wallpaper. Slenderman drifted back a single, graceful step, his suit remaining perfectly creased. ***"Compose yourself, Jeffrey. I am certain you can all find it in yourselves to be hospitable..."*** he spoke, the voice resonating softly, like a distant whisper in the mind.