can u do a slenderman x fem! Reader who works for him but ends up falling in love with him and confesses while she's drunk and afterwards she uses alcohol for her escape?
I hope I did this right, sorry if I misunderstood anything; sorry for the delay, anon !
Tag: Fluff but angst(kinda…I mean you do try to leave)
TW: you fall in love with a tentacle demon man, alcohol, epic running scene at the end 😼
Words: 599
A/N: I found this a little interesting while listening to Paramore so hopefully Paramore will give me the motivation to write and post lmao
You stood outside Slenderman’s door, the door to his office. You worked as one of his proxies so you had an unspoken right to be there.
You had a bottle of alcohol in your hand, nearly empty, one sip and it was done.
You were intoxicated, in other words drunk. You had shut your eyes a few seconds after you knocked…you opened them again to knock once more. You waited…and waited until the door finally opened.
In all actuality it was only a few seconds rather than hours before he opened the door. Your perception of time was fucked up when you drank, which is why Slender hated when you drank, it messed you up and your missions.
Anyway…when Slender saw what state you were in he sighed. “We went over this.”
“No.” You smiled, holding the bottle up as you walked inside. “Want some?”
He ‘stared’ at you with a blank expression(pun so intended). “I don’t intend to drink any time soon…why are you here?”
You looked at him and shrugged. “I love you.”
He seemed to visibly paused. Although he had been confessed to by residents of the manor, people passing by, and even in his past life. He had never been confessed to by one of his proxies.
You were one of his proxies, of course.
He didn’t say anything for a while, you just stared at him.
He nodded finally, staying silent.
“Uhm.” You paused, pursing your lips as you took a last drink out of your bottle. You looked down at it. “I need more beer.” You looked up at him. “Can I go get some beer?”
He nodded slowly. “You may. I can get Mas-“
“Noooo…nonono. I’m great. I got this by myself.”
He simply nodded and waved you off.
You left, closing the door behind you.
You ended up leaving by yourself, the broken bottle still in your hand(which you accidentally broke when stumbling out of the manor).
You ran off into a random direction, not caring where it would take you as long as it took you away from where you were. As long as you didn’t have to come back to the manor.
Slenderman, of course, knew what you were trying to do, sending Masky and Hoodie off to find you.
They did end up finding you, but this is what led into you three playing a game of cat and mouse. You had to be a little more sneaky with your movements, being one of the sneakier ones out of all the proxies, it was easy for you. You knew where to step, how to step, whatever let you be quiet in getting away. Sure you were drunk, but that didn’t subside your skills.
You may have been in love with The Operator, 𝘛𝘏𝘌 Slenderman, the creature who took control of your mind, but you needed to get away.
As your back was stuck to a tree, your ears twitching at every sudden sound. You suddenly heard a small “boo” in your ear. Which made you immediately stand up and start running. You weren’t the fastest proxy, no, that was probably between Hoodie and Cathunter…ok Kate was probably the fastest proxy, but you for sure were not the best runner. You booked it immediately, not wanting to go back.
You stumbled in every small step you took, your drunk and hazy mind not doing you well as you tried to run away from your own partners.
You felt a hand on your shoulder as you were yanked back, your vision going black as you hit the ground.
For as long as ‘it’ could remember, ‘it’ had always existed. For the being, there was no creation, no defining point of origination, no birth- just existence. Along with this, there was no need for growth to be marked throughout an existence without change, there was no need for name, there was no need for concern about the concept of death. After all, if one does not come into existence through natural means, what is there in worry of death without granting of life? What need is there for a name that holds power to a being that does not wish to be controlled? What is the point in worrying over an abstract ideal if the primary event needed to cause such a thing never occurred? All ‘it’ knew was all that it had experienced in centuries of existence, as well as the fear of which people spoke into existence alongside of him. After all, there is a point in keeping quiet about those that you fear. If enough know and believe, it may be enough to bring even a simple ideal or tale into existence.
⨂ ALWAYS WATCHES, NO EYES ⨂
In the beginning of the warnings many would pass, word of mouth was the only way for humans to identify ‘it’ as well as quickly let others around know. As such, it was complex for a fully noted appearance to be identified for the being. Despite this, across centuries there were several simple traits that allowed humans to let their companions know of the figure that had plagued the minds of those who had seen ‘it.’ The easiest way that many described the being was that despite being somewhat humanoid in appearance, there were many unsettling qualities such as an unnatural paleness to a point of lacking color. “White, whiter than white- skin of a sickly shade.” Along with this, a common lack of features aided in the recognition of the being paired with not only an unnatural height (“taller than any man could ever hope to be,” as described by many) but a body so thin in appendages and torso that it seemed to strike a plethora of wonder on how ‘it’ could survive. Few of those who told the tales of ‘it’ had ever seen the being. Those who gave any more of a description due to sighting of the being had mentioned in some cases a featureless face “ripping itself open into a mouth holding rows upon rows of sickeningly sharp teeth- enough to split hair and possibly bone even on their own accord.” Any who made this kind of added appearance to the being had mysteriously disappeared with unexplained speed off the face of the earth, never to be heard from again.
⨂ DONT LOOK…OR IT TAKES YOU ⨂
The being tends to have a behaviorism that is described as being both “animalistic” as well as “sapient.” The mixture of both a wise, human-esk behavior as well as a more instinct-based physical approach, thus making ‘it’ both unpredictable and personal. ‘It’ is seen to watch its victims prior to any form of action. This stalking is assumed to be in order to gain intel prior to taking any form of action followed with various forms of torture or even abduction paired with disorder in the brain/thought process. Despite these notes ‘it’ is also known to despise additional attention. If you look for ‘it,’ it will find you. Any victim of ‘it’ has met uncertain ends, alluding to ‘it’ not only holding discomfort of others knowing about ‘it’ or the methods used by such.
⨂ CANT RUN ⨂
The figure is known to have a variety of differing abilities. The studied abilities that ‘it’ has shown are as follows:
• teleportation- while this ability works with ‘it’ and with others, it has been noted that with a victim ‘it’ typically takes said victim to a large body of water in order to drown the victim. ‘It’ has also been seen to take away the bodies of others, though the location of these bodies are unknown. when this ability is used on ‘it,’ however, movement is either to a specific location or in short distances to reach a goal.
• time travel- another ability expressed is some form of time travel. some victims will enter a building within range of ‘it’ and exit moments later to a different place in time. (expressed in marble hornets entry #72)
• mind control- ‘it’ gains strength with varying forms of mental influence, no matter how great of a hold ‘it’ has on the victim. despite this, it is seen that there are some medications that can at minimum weaken the mental hold to a victim which has appeared to cause a weakening effect in the being.
• electronic interface- while ‘it’ is near there is a possibility of electronics gaining unexplained damage. along with this both video and audio distortion are often noted around ‘it’ or while ‘it’ is on video. While it may not occur every time, it does appear to be more common with strong negative emotions.
• memory loss- commonly occurring around ‘it,’ memory loss can be both short and extended periods of time.
•behavioral changes in others (victims)
• ‘it’ may cause pain or other forms of personal debilitating effects- especially in victims who have been around ‘it’ longer.
• may cause ‘the sickness’ as a sign of being near.
• possesses ability to change the length of limbs such as arms or legs, but does not have tendrils.
⨂ HELP ME ⨂
A lingering sign of ‘it’ or it’s influence is called “The Sickness.” This illness is seen in those who encounter ‘it.’ The symptoms tend to grow worse and worse with each encounter. The symptoms of this illness are coughing fits (may include blood), nausa/vomiting (may include blood), paranoia, fatigue, bloody nose, fever symptoms, amnesia, convulsions/seizures, and aches/pain (especially in swallowing/breathing). Victims of this illness commonly show signs of radiation poisoning as well. While there is no known cure, anticonvulsants have been used by some who experience this illness to lessen the symptoms.
⨂ LEAVE ME ALONE ⨂
While there is no known location as to the residence of this dangerous being, it is advised that low population areas are avoided at night. Forests/woods as well as abandoned buildings, large bodies of water and parks in the late hours of the evening. By all means, DO NOT LOOK FOR THE BEING.
⨂ FOLLOWS ⨂
As ‘it’ is able to control or manipulate the mind, the being has managed to accumulate a varying count of followers or aids to do the dirty work. While ‘it’ may not necessarily have to give full sentience to the victims it plays with, ‘it’ has managed to either sway or control those who show promise in order to gain benefit on the end of end being. These followers, often labeled as “proxies” by outside sources, are known to be violently insane and show enjoyment in harm toward others. While these proxies at times do have the ability to retain a free will through an arrangement or deal of sorts, those who do not cooperate are typically either controlled or disposed of.
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NOTE: as I am aware of the operator and slenderman being two seperate entities that bend and shape the same mythos, for the fun of this blog and the sake of including several more marble hornets characters I kind of ,, blended the two. The Operator is NOT the official name, though one is not to be provided. Any given titles will be gifted but not an official name. - gatekeeper
[AN: Here's the prologue to the book version of my silly quiz series I made on quotev. Check that out if you want. I've always wanted to make a full book version, and I hope to do that,,, well, now. So, here you go. 1523 words <;3 ]
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Your mouth felt as if cotton had made its home inside it as you opened your eyes to the ceiling. They feel dry, much too dry. Pretty little colors danced behind your eyelids as you swiped the back of your hand across them to dust the sleep away. Red, purples, greens, yellows and even tinges of blues filled your vision for but a fraction of a moment before you opened your eyes once more to the world around you. As you smacked your lips, your hand reached around haphazardly for the bottle of water you kept on the nightstand. Under your palm as you gripped the plastic bottle, the water felt too warm, much like the temperature of your room.
You unscrewed the top and slowly sat up to really get a look at your bedroom. You knew that you wouldn’t be away forever, but you’d never really spend that much time away from home before. You took a quick sip, pleased at how the liquid cooled your tongue and wet your mouth full of cotton, then placed it back down on the nightstand. Moonlight danced through the open window of your bedroom. It was bright with the slightest hue of blue and illuminated everything that you needed to see. Your room had grown up alongside you, interests shifting from one thing to another with ghosts of the things you loved lining the shelves - some tucked away in the closet, under the bed and in the backs of drawers you had no intent of exploring or letting see the light of day.
Your body felt as if it was covered in sweat, a blanket in itself. With a small scowl, you threw the blankets off your lower half and sprawled out much like a starfish. You gazed upwards and began to count the small plastic stars that lined your ceiling. They used to be much greener. Now, they held slight marbling from sun bleaching like polished jade, pale, ethereal. Some had fallen down throughout the years. You can tell by the spots they’d left, and how you filled them with planets instead. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto too, even if Pluto wasn’t considered a planet anymore. You could recall putting these up with your family.
‘It’s only midnight?’ You mentally whispered to yourself as you moved your eyes sluggishly from the plastic stars to the glowing green numbers of your clock. It certainly didn’t feel like it. The night seemed to wane almost as if it was timeless. Would the morning sun ever meet your gaze? You closed your eyes softly and took in a slow, deep breath. Your thoughts unfurled from the corners of your mind and ran wild in your head. Spatially, you were aware of the way your room had been packed up semi-neatly into brown boxes varying in size, many of them plastered with your last name. You sighed. What an odd world you’d be thrusted into in less than 24 hours.
Letting your mind wander, you thought about the things that university would bring to you that you could not get when staying at home. There were many things to be excited about! Your major, for one. Clubs, meeting new people, a certain amount of freedom and getting a brief taste of adulthood while still being ultimately comfortable. You hadn’t been able to speak to your roommate yet. Deep down inside, you knew that they would be lovely. Your intuition seldom ever lied. As you pondered what the oncoming days would entail, you let a small bout of anxiety gnaw away at your thoughts. It had been an unwelcome resident since you began applying for universities. Would you be up to the task that was growing up?
You threw your forearm over your tired eyes and softly groaned. Gods, you didn’t want to think about that now. You’ve wanted to go to university since you first stepped into high school, but now that you lay on the eve of leaving and spreading your wings, you found yourself stuttering in thought once more. It was more than daunting to leave the comfort of a home you’ve always known.
You exhaled deeply and let your eyes gaze longingly around your room once more. You can smell the rolls of tape. The cardboard boxes. This isn’t the last night you’ll ever have in this house, but it will be the last before a long interlude. Through your doubts and restlessness, your body willed itself back to a dazed state and allowed sleep to blanket your tired form. ‘So much for staying up,’ mumbled your inner voice before succumbing. Your breath was slow and peaceful. Crickets on the brink of autumn played gracefully accompanied by the gentle breeze through the trees.
Your dreams have always been interesting for as long as you began writing little notes about them as a child. This one? The dream your head had conjured up was something warm and familiar. You could see your house like a watercolor painting, gentle and soft. It sung of your presence. Your mother’s voice rang through the halls, sugary sweet and soft like honey as she chided your father for one thing or another. You could feel your body move forward before you rested upon your couch. Next to you was the man your mother had been poking fun at. A jovial grin was on his lips as his mouth moved to shoot back teases his wife’s way, though the words did not match with the movements of his lips.
Their voices were some of your most treasured sounds in the world. Their laughter and the love they showered you in was all you needed to feel to know you were home.
The dream would have remained peaceful if the visages of your loved ones had stayed theirs. Your mother had rounded the corner about to take her seat next to you when you felt your father’s hand on your shoulder. His eyes had glazed over paired with something of a blank expression, a soft smile that felt more than menacing as he stared straight through you. The hairs on the back of your neck raised as he continued staring, his closed lipped smile growing bigger without showing teeth. You felt your mother’s hand on your other shoulder and whipped your head around to see the same expression on her face. Her eyes were wide, much too wide.
Rendered frozen, as one often is in dreams quickly turned nightmares, you felt your heart seize. Your mother’s mouth had begun to open; her jaw was wide, large like a snake’s. Your breathing quickened. Her mouth grew wider, lips curled into a painful smile as tears welled in her eyes and streaked in fat drops that rolled down her stretched cheeks. You watched in horror as your sleeping body began to jolt, begging for respite from the unnerving scene. You tried in vain to turn your eyes away, but were forced to watch as a mass of curling, inky black tendrils slithered forth from her throat, the sound of flesh ripping up from her esophagus making your stomach churn.
The sound of static filled your ears as you finally were granted permission to look away, only to be met with your father’s still smiling face. His eyes were wide as well, but only the sclera were visible. He’d rolled his eyes upwards, so far upwards that if he moved them back any further he could risk snapping his optic nerve. The thought of his optic nerves wound up around his eyeballs like a hair stuck to a sticky lollipop that’d fallen on the floor caused your sleeping body to lurch, spine bending unnaturally off of the bed.
You felt those inky black tendrils fall along your body, wriggling along you as if they were trying to pull you towards your mother’s gaping maw. You could hear her crying as they pulled against you. Your father’s hands shot out and grabbed at your forearms, pulling hard against you as if he was fighting with your mother against the tendrils that seared into your skin. His lips parted. The static grew louder. Through the fuzzy noise that caused pins in your brain, you could make out the words he desperately attempted to meet your ears.
“Wake up,” he repeated. “Run,” he begged. “It’s not safe here.” His smile broke as he lunged forwards. Face pressed flush against yours, the inky black tendrils spilled from behind his eyelids. “He finally found you.”
CRASH
Heart pulled straight from your chest, you woke. Confused, you grabbed at your chest and quickly surveyed the room. Your adrenaline was pumping wildly through your veins as you scrambled and pulled your knees tightly to your chest in a small attempt to self regulate from the horrible nightmare you had. The ringing in your ears was so loud, you could hardly recognize the sounds of a scuffle downstairs, nor did you recognize the tall, pale figure watching you from the tree line with his inky tendrils drawn into the earth like tangled roots ready to swallow you whole.
