Art credits: I haven't worked on this since last year, and it's been so long that I lost the posts I asked to use the art in. So any art featured, if you can help me find the artist, that would be much appreciated. Artists can ask me to remove their art at any time.
synopsis: You're burdened with a chronic illness and its violent, often weakening symptoms. Fatigue, god awful widespread pain, heart problems. You break out in awful rashes when there's too much heat, etc. It causes you to often retreat to your bedroom in the manor no matter the hour of the day. While no one from your old life really cared or did anything to help you, your newfound allies will do anything it takes.
pairings: Slenderman, Trenderman, Splendorman, Gentleman, Masky, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, Kate the chaser, Jeff the killer, Jane the killer, Nina the killer, BEN Drowned, Nurse Ann, Judge Angels, Sally Williams (platonic), Smile Dog (Platonic), Zero, Laughing Jack, The Puppeteer, Jason The Toymaker, Candy Pop (Y'all are being fed) -- Because there's an apparent image limit and I run on very low energy, there will be multiple parts.
song rec: A Place To Sleep
warnings: n/a, depressing themes?? this is about chronic illness and the mental and physical tax that comes with it. its for comfort
A/N: Food for my poor fellow chronically ill readers (and anyone else!). GN! as well as neutral so you can interpret them as romantic or platonic. Gentleman, for those curious, is an OC I made in place of Offenderman, as Offenderman makes me uncomfortable despite the ability to re-write him (he will remain a villain I mangle on my blog in other stories). Gentleman has a similar appearance inspired by "The Hat Man", but he is not a creep, and he is still harshly differing. Unfortunately, I have to use art for Offender for now for Gentleman, but he is NOT the same!!
Reader's illness is ambiguous—it can be anything, as I've made sure to go only by symptoms which can align with anything. POTS, Fibromyalgia, PCOS, FND—anything! Whatever illness you may have, you can picture. I wanted to be inclusive, as illness can come in all different forms.
I'm sorry if anything is choppy, I was working on this months ago then picked it up just now. If there's any character that isn't listed in the planned pairings, feel free to suggest them!
SLENDERMAN ⦻
Despite your debilitating illness(es), you have been a valuable asset to the group. Slenderman has kept this noted, and has observed your symptoms closely, and memorized the name(s) of such.
While he can be strict and even demanding towards his proxies, among anyone else that stays with him, he is noticeably more gentle with you.
This shows in many ways: assigning you simpler tasks, simpler captures, frequent breaks, etc. He even prolongs your days off/breaks based on your pain levels and flares.
On one particular, day, though, it seems especially bad. You have a flare up more violent than the rest.
This causes you to faint in the middle of an assigned hunt, allowing the subject to successfully run free. The last thing playing in your mind being the guilt of failing this mission, and the possibility of upsetting Slenderman.
You hear your partner curse, calling out for him while they run after the escapee, determined to catch them. Your brain shuts down, your body limp—sprawled out across the damp forest trail, blood pooled below you.
It's not your blood. But that's not what the Operator thinks as static fills your unconscious brain and his frame towers over you. He wouldn't admit it, but panic began to seep into what could be mocked up as a spirit.
Carefully, he brings himself down, his long but unnaturally strong arms scooping you up off the ground as the back of his large hand rests at the back of your head. His tentacles gently brush any debris and twigs from your body.
Blood trickles from your nose—you've always been sensitive to his presence.
He gently swipes the drop with his thumb before examining your body for wounds. He comes to realize the blood that now stained your clothing was not yours, as you had no physical injuries.
He holds you close to his chest, slowly moving through the forest. A few of his tentacles wrap around you and hold you still for extra protection, knowing the effect of his teleportation in physical contact with you.
You begin to stir. You grumble, making your consciousness known. He loosens his grasp to allow you to move just vaguely, allowing you to come to your senses. You're almost scared when you recognize the tie you're eye-level with and eventually process the soft tendrils against the flesh of your limbs.
You exhale. You aren't in the arms of a stranger—however this is short lived, as you recall the failed attempt just moments prior. That's when you feel the static buzz in your head, just seeping itself into your brain. It's warm. It's calm.
"You did not fail me. You cannot control what your own body commits. You need rest."
You relax against him once more as you both enter what you can recognize as the manor based on scent alone. He travels up the stairs and gently pushes your bedroom door open with a free tendril. He slowly creeps towards your bed and sets you down gently on the plush mattress as you feel his tendrils slowly unravel from your body.
"Sleep well, Child."
He quietly left the bedroom, making sure to close the door. He would prevent any of the others from bothering you until you awoke.
TRENDERMAN ⦻
You wake up feeling utterly disgusting.
You're sore, you're breaking out in some kind of heat rash, you're bloated, and your limbs don't want to work properly.
Trender notices this, and the gasp he gasped...
Dramatic.
“Oh no no no. No. Absolutely not! You look—no offense, darling—tragic. Like a doll that's melting behind a radiator!"
"Gee, thanks.." You huffed, hardly able to move under the blanket of your bed.
He’s already at your side in an instant, hands fluttering as if he’s about to faint from the sight of you. But instead of pulling away in horror, he tugs the blanket back up to your chin with softness.
“You are not getting out of that bed! I forbid it. The lighting in the hallway would only highlight your current condition.”
You try to protest—something about needing to go to the bathroom or at least brush your teeth—but he cuts you off with a raised, gloved finger to your chapped lips.
“Shh. No. Not a word. Your aura is inflamed. And so are those pores..."
He moves swiftly, his arms and tentacles already gathering items from his emergency self-care kit: a silk cooling eye mask, the fancy hypoallergenic lotion that smells like bergamot and lavender, and a water bottle with lemon slices floating in it.
He dabs at your forehead with a cool cloth like a Victorian nurse, acting as if you were in bed with tuberculosis.
“This isn’t just physical. I can feel it. Your energy is off. The vibes in this entire room is positively criminal.”
You laugh, weakly—but he leans in, serious all of a sudden.
“...But truly, darling. You must rest. I’ll handle everything. You’re in no condition to stress over anything today. And besides—your wellness is the priority. I won’t let you neglect it.”
There’s a sudden presence at your side. A warm blanket, folded to perfection. The smell of steeping herbal tea. And Trender, carefully fluffing your pillows like it’s a bomb set to go off at any wrong move.
“Now, be still. Hydrate. Accept my lavender oil offering. I’ll be right back with your meds—and a color correcting concealer."
You felt at peace that morning, more than you have in months.
SPLENDORMAN ⦻
Oh, no, this poor little puppy...
Because that's essentially what he is—a big, dumb puppy.
As tall as a fucking tree.
When he sees you hunched over the kitchen counter, no one else in sight, he freaks out.
Firstly—how dare anyone not be watching over you!? You're fragile! They all know how bad you have it!
In reality, you insisted you could do something on your own despite the huge flare you've been experiencing.
That was a fucking lie.
"Friend!!" He cried, rushing towards you so quickly he'd may as well had teleported.
He was quick to rest his gloved hands on your shoulders, helping you up. You'd been slumped over the sink, attempting to clean a few dishes that others had insisted they or another would handle.
You barely looked at him, your vision blurry as you stared down into the sink. You coughed as he brought you up, acting as support as your legs trembled.
"Just what do you think you're doing!?" He cried, his soft voice high in pitch, but soft enough not to ring your ears. He sounded like a teenage boy just hitting puberty, which you and the others always found funny. But endearing.
"Cleaning...dishes," you coughed. Your body fell limp against him as he caught you, your head resting on his thigh. He'd just barely shrunken himself down to fit inside the damned kitchen.
Just for you.
"Darling, anyone else can handle that! What are you trying to do?"
"I just...wanted to make sure mine were clean—I need lunch." You tried to excuse yourself. Classic. Trying to cook on your own.
Usually, the others had meals prepped for you. But it seemed as though you've eaten them, and no one had prepped anything else for you yet.
The main proxy who did grocery delivery was out sick, and it's been a battle to get anyone else to do the damn job.
"Has no one—?" Splendor frowned, the corners of his mouth hitting the sides of his chin.
"Come, lay down. I'll cook for you. And make your favorite dessert." He picked you up, gently carrying you to the large living room.
You had the best god damn food you've ever tasted in your life.
GENTLEMAN ⦻
Oh, brother, where do we start with this one?
You lacked a relationship with this towering hunk of a creature.
It was nothing personal...not entirely.
His rip-off demon "brother" was a fucking creep—a predator.
One that tried to devour you, once. And worse.
Not even his real brother. They just look similar and have a different family specimen. Everyone fucking hates that guy.
Gentleman, they call this one...on account that he's gentle, and he has the appearance of a man.
As close of a man you could get with whatever alien or eldritch race these brothers were.
And when you laid there, limp and head nearly cracked open by a fall, with no one else around,
He was there.
He gently picked you up, your heart racing. You wanted to fear him, what he could do, but...you didn't.
Instead, you felt his awfully large arms cradle you, and his large hand hold the back of your head to his chest.
"Shh," he soothed you, a purr rattling deep in his throat.
"I've got you. You're okay."
You let your eyes flutter shut, your throbbing headache seeming to go away as you were enveloped into his scent.
Warm. Musky. Soothing. Like vanilla and oakwood.
And lots of bourbon.
"I'm sorry to have made contact like this," he spoke, apologetic. "We aren't usually in circumstances such as these. And no one else is present.."
He moved swiftly, sitting down into a large, velvet chair. You feel his body as it's seated, his large hands (and tentacles) gentle shifting you to comfort on top of him.
"I promise, I will not hurt you. And when you regain strength, I'll let you down. Unless you wish to rest in bed, now."
You instinctively clung onto him. You didn't want him to let go. Somehow, he was taking all of your pain away.
"Okay." He gently stroked your hair, leaning back into the chair.
"We'll wait for Ann to return, and get her to check you out."
You fell asleep on his chest, listening to what sounded like a heartbeat, and cat-like purring.
You found that you'd wake up with no pain after that.
Can I request hcs of reader who is new to the mansion meeting the slender bros for the first time? I like to imagine that they all sit around a table or desk in Slenders office and sip hot drinks and just chat with the newest edition to the family?
Thank you!
I really liked this idea, so I hope you enjoy :))
While the main brother you'll be around as a new employee is Slender, he is very aware of the fact that his brothers like to drop by unannounced (and can be a lot to handle), so it's become a new tradition to get introductions out of the way once a new employee arrives. Of course, you are warned in advance that this is going to be taking place, but it doesn't make the shock any lower when you stumble into Slender's office and see the four of them together. Slender, sitting at his desk looking grumpy despite lacking any features, Offender to the left rambling on and on, Trender to the right eagerly returning his conversation, and Splendor in the middle just happy to be there. What have you gotten yourself into?
Slender tries to ease you into it gently, having you sit beside him so he can easily escort you out if you get overwhelmed (it's overwhelming enough being a human next to such energetic, huge eldritch beings), but it's difficult for even him to reign in his three brothers at once. It's hard to keep track of conversation when there are three of them blabbing at once about so many different things, but you do your best to smile and nod along until they can calm down enough to talk to you individually instead of all at once. Trender takes the lead, discussing fashion with you (especially what you'd like for your uniform, as he makes all the uniforms for Slender's employees), even bringing references and fabrics for you to look at so you might have a better idea about what you'd like to wear. After discussing fashion for what feels like hours, it transitions into Fen trying to update you on any and all Underworld gossip (because as a human, you're new here), and he gives you lots of advice on who to avoid while you're settling in, and who to talk to if you need anything at all (the brother's all pool their connections to help each other and their employees out), and when you gossip right back with him he gets a big, wide grin on his face that says he likes you immediately and you'll get along great. Splendor is (shockingly) the most calm, but only because he doesn't want to scare you right away with his high energy.
He even brings you a gift basket, filled with all his favorite snacks and desserts to help you feel more welcome. He rambles on and on about all the best places to visit and offers to take you with him the next time he's in town to visit them with you. Slender has been watching quietly the whole time, using his telepathy to remind them to go easily on you whenever they get too rowdy, and it makes him feel quite content and happy to see you adjusting to his brothers so easily. You sit and talk with them for far more hours than you originally intended to, but once you start getting to know them, they're such an interesting group to hang out with. By the time you're sent on your way, they're all expressing their approval to Slender that you're a good one (not that he needed it, he hired you for a reason), but they're always happy to see their older brother bring in another good employee to his business. You do feel a lot more comfortable in the mansion, having successfully met such strong, influential figures, which is the goal, to make you feel so much more at home. Of course, now that they know you though, expect them to seek you out every single time they stop by. They always talk with every single member when they visit, and you are no exception. They always bring you gifts though, so it's not too bad, and it's very comforting to have such strong, capable beings as friends. Plus they include you in all of their schemes to annoy Slender, which is also another plus, especially since technically the blame doesn't fall on you since it wasn't your idea.
hi! I was wondering if you can do a trenderman x assistant reader! Like y/n helps if little things with trenderman! And one week the most of the creepy pastas have been stressed and slender thought that they can go to a beach! And y/n was wanting to go but they don’t really have a bathing suit so trenderman offered to make one for them because the day that they have to go out to the beach is not for a week, and trenderman and y/n were starting to get closer~ (i dont really see anything about trenderman a lot no more so that why I asked!)
Main characters: GN!Reader, Trenderman
Warnings: a little bit of mind reading without consent, both protagonists quite suck at communicating, probably some lousy English
W/C: 4,320
A/N: okay so... it's been a while AND I'M REALLY SORRY, I've been unsure about some changes to make to this blog and time has flown by + I have a lot of writing work in my mind but I can't get it done and ugh it's just stressful. I hope you can enjoy this anyway <3
Being Trenderman's assistant had its perks. In fashion, he was a famous designer whose image was shrouded in mystery, yet he was incredibly popular among human fashionistas, the buyers of his textile designs. In fact, his pieces were requested left and right by every clothing agency. They never gave him any peace, and, to be honest, it was a truly stressful job. Luckily for him, however, there was you: his dear assistant, sweet and willing to work even the wee hours to deliver those patterns on time or close a deal with some big company, thus allowing him to remain anonymous.
Being Trenderman's assistant had, besides the very hard work, also some advantages, and one of these was that of saving oneself, at least a little, from the summer heat.
Unlike his three brothers, Trenderman lived on the edge of the woods. He'd chosen that spot because it wasn't too far from the city, but not too close either. In conclusion, your hiring had been a godsend, truly; now he no longer feared reckless kids breaking into what they considered to be the abandoned house on the edge of the woods. Moreover, he'd been able to arrange the house as he saw fit without it seeming strange to the people passing by, who would surely have noticed any differences.
Precisely because the little house was on the edge of the forest, the city heat never affected its walls. Quite the opposite, as there was always a pleasant breeze coming from within the forest. Furthermore, the foliage of the tall trees shaded the house but let in rays of sunlight that allowed the flowers in the flowerbeds to grow and obtain the energy essential for their life cycle.
Life for you was carefree, especially in the summer. Right after the new summer clothes were delivered, there was a dead calm, almost boring: you'd answer a few emails, sign for fabric deliveries for your boss, and spend your time admiring the various high fashion magazines that were delivered free to your door. Trenderman, for his part, was a hardworking boss, always on the move and never still. You knew he was a "magical" creature, but it was truly admirable how hard he worked. The only methodical break he took was for his tea, which you eagerly attended every time, even if you remained at a professional distance.
He was your boss, and you truly admired him, and you wondered if your relationship could ever become something more, something beyond the mere boss-employee relationship. Yet you noticed how Trenderman tended to be kind but never overly so, cordial as one would be with a longtime acquaintance, and you felt a little sorry for him. Regardless of getting closer to him, you were curious to know what had driven him to enter the fashion industry.
This was a thought driven primarily by loneliness. Too busy with work, your entertainment consisted of sleeping or reading, and you went out too little to connect with other people or even to look for a boyfriend/girlfriend. In fact, now that you'd met Trenderman, you'd raised your standards a bit: he truly was a gentleman!
But you weren't entirely alone. During certain parts of the month, some... special visitors, so to speak, would arrive. The first time, you'd been scared to death; after all, you'd opened the door and found yourself faced with an extremely pale girl, with thick, raven-black hair tied back, blue eyes sparkling with madness, and— most distinctively —a scar that resembled a Cheshire smile. You'd soon discover the girl's name was Nina, she was a resident of Slenderman's mansion, and she was truly a ball of energy. You'd subsequently discovered that Trenderman also occasionally made clothes for the residents, especially during periods when going into town was too dangerous. Nina had explained to you that, in reality, very few residents used this 'service'; they only did so in extreme cases, for example, when their clothes were so shabby they couldn't be worn anymore.
“You know, Trenderman is truly a treasure! He makes my clothes and asks for nothing in return!” Nina had explained to you. As soon as you heard this, you couldn't hide a slight jealousy. Trenderman had never proposed something like that to you… but there was no reason why he would make such a proposal. After all, he already paid you handsomely for all the basic necessities you needed, including clothes. You quickly shook off these negative emotions, however.
As time passed, you and Nina became great friends, even exchanging phone numbers! You felt less alone now, and even the smiling girl was thrilled to have another friend, someone to chat with about anything and everything.
. . . . . ◟੭
With a click of the mouse, you shut down your work computer. You take a deep breath as you stretch, your light cotton T-shirt lifting as you did so, pushing the sliding chair away from the rigid desk you'd forgotten for a few months. You grab the phone you'd placed on the wooden surface and quickly activate a video call. The recipient? Well, Nina, of course.
She didn't take long to answer; after all, she had the habit of keeping her phone on most of the time so she could respond to messages and calls as quickly as possible. Nina was a real sweetheart.
“Heya twinn! How are you?” Her voice is as bright as ever, and you look down at the screen as you wave at her from the camera. “I just officially finished sending the last few emails.” You state proudly as you begin to head towards the kitchen to make yourself a cold herbal tea. You hear a squeal of joy from Nina; you could have sworn you saw her jumping out of the corner of your eye, but you were too focused on walking down the stairs to really notice. You shake your head, chuckling to yourself.
Nina certainly knew how to amaze you. Always and everywhere. She exuded energy from every pore of her body. You could understand why she might not have so many friends; being with someone like her was objectively tiring: always on the move, seeking adrenaline in everything she did, even the smallest thing.
As you passed through the living room, you noticed Trenderman sitting in his beige velvet armchair, elegant as usual, reading what looked like a book, but you were too far away to see what it was about. You noticed his head move, almost imperceptibly, toward you, and you smiled, waving with your free hand. In response, he tilted his face forward, offering a small but friendly wave.
“Speaking of breaks… did you know Big Boss decided to give us a break from work?! Like… that’s crazy, right?!” Nina exclaims into her phone. You hum and whistle in surprise: “He did?” you ask in a surprised tone as you pull a bottle of cold water from the fridge to soothe the pain of your parched throat. You slam the fridge door shut with your hips as you move around the room, gathering all the supplies you need.
“HE DID!” And in that moment, you were extremely grateful not to have your phone pressed to your poor earlobe. Nina starts rambling about how happy she was, even telling you about the other residents' reactions, while you had grabbed a glass, some ice, and the herbal tea you would soon be enjoying. “Do you already know where y'all go?” You ask as you watch the water turn a pale pink. “Probably the beach… and, oh God, I can't wait to show off my swimsuits! I got a beautiful fuchsia one with a white skull print!” You listen to your friend ramble once again and, inadvertently, find yourself wandering. “Huh… it would be nice to go to the beach—”
You're immediately interrupted by another shriek, this time directed at you. "I just had the most fucking brilliant idea!" Nina shouts, and you look down at the screen to see her face glued to the camera and snort a laugh. "I'm listening." You urge her to continue as you reach for your glass. The brew has now been long enough, and with determination, you take the first sip. The sweetness thaws your taste buds while the cool water soothes your parched throat.
"The plan is for YOU, my dear, to come with us to the beach. Trenderman is such a cutie patootie, of course he'll accept!" You remain still for a moment, the drink freezing your lips, making them almost numb. The idea hadn't even crossed your mind, probably because you didn't want to leave your boss alone...
“Babe, are you still with me? Don't leave me hanging!” Nina brings you back to reality once again. “Well… that doesn't sound like a bad idea…” You think out loud and hear your raven-haired friend laughing in the background. “Of course it isn't: it's my idea after all!” You hum to agree with her as you move the phone closer to your face and ask if there's any other information you need to know. “Hmm, we're leaving in a week, so you have plenty of time to get ready. I'll give you more information about the trip later.” You nod, thanking her for the invitation.
You two spent another good hour chatting about this and that, from work to the latest parties Nina had attended. In fact, the girl really enjoyed going to clubs, taking advantage of the drunken crowd and the flickering, dim lights that hid her Cheshire grin scar from their dazzling gazes. Reluctantly, however, at a certain point Nina said goodbye, leaving you in the silence of the empty kitchen with the promise that you would immediately let her know of your presence at the beach holiday.
Now, however, you had a clear and precise goal in front of you: to prepare for the journey… except that you still had to ask permission.
This was downright scary.
Not because he was Trenderman— he actually had a very calm aura, he knew how to put you at ease, but… the truth was that you didn't want to be a burden to him. Sure, the holidays had begun for both of you, but you still felt compelled to keep an eye on the house he was paying for.
You timidly and cautiously peeked around the kitchen door to see if your boss was still there. Indeed, as you suspected, he hadn't moved an inch, clearly absorbed in his reading. You watched him intently, hoping he'd notice you and that you wouldn't have to disturb him by calling his attention to you.
Fortunately, your prayers are being answered.
“If you want my permission, you have it: you can go to the beach with Nina and the others, just be careful.” You swallow as you blush with a slight childish shyness: you were an honest adult worker, you shouldn't have been afraid to ask for a well-deserved vacation!
“Are you sure it’s okay?” You ask, muttering as you walk and lean against the wooden doorframe of the kitchen entrance. “I’m not sure I have a bathing suit anyway—” You muse aloud as you tear your gaze away from the slim figure sitting on the velvet armchair; that split second is enough for him, because after a few seconds you feel a large hand rubbing the top of your head, slow and gentle.
“Pft— do I need to remind you who I am and what my job is? If you’ll allow me, I’ll start making you one tomorrow that suits your tastes.”
Your heart was pounding. It was a request, or rather, a very simple offer, driven solely by kindness; there was no need to make a fuss about it... and yet here you were, blushing like a middle school student.
. . . . . ◟੭
In the end, you reluctantly agreed. You could have easily gone and bought one, but Trenderman had convinced you, telling you that he was bored anyway and doing something with his hands would certainly help distract him.
You'd flipped through summer magazines until your head hurt, and finally, you'd fallen asleep on your bed surrounded by brochures, magazines and fashion show photos.
When you woke up, it was morning, yet you were snug under the covers, all your magazines neatly stacked on your bedside table. You huffed, knowing full well who had done all this. Honestly, you felt too pampered for an adult, but it was damn nice.
You sink into the pillow and rub your face to chase away the remnants of sleep that were making your eyelids droop. You were ready in no time: after a quick shower, you'd put on a simple summer tracksuit to keep the heat from getting the better of your mood and your sweating. Calmly and slowly, you made your way down the stairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat; your stomach was rumbling with hunger.
As soon as you get to the room, you start grabbing some sandwich bread to make yourself a nice ham and cheese toastie. Maybe you could have even had an orange juice to quench your thirst.
Yes, that really sounded like a delightful idea.
Driven by hunger, you begin to pull the necessary items from the shelves: a knife, some sandwich bread, a glass and a plate. Then you approach the fridge and only then notice a yellow post-it note that reads: 'Good morning, as soon as you're done with breakfast, I'll wait for you in the lab :)', you smile at the message and decide you'd keep the note, folding it in half and quickly stuffing it into your sweatpants pockets, determined to slip it into your diary as soon as you have the opportunity. Once that's done, you go back to making your toast, this time more quickly so as not to keep Trenderman waiting.
Soon you were tucking into your savory breakfast; the toast was perfect, and the contrast with the acidity of the juice was truly a blessing for your hungry stomach. You were surely full now and could face the day with full energy.
That is, until you were walking up the stairs to meet Trenderman and a sudden realization hit you: he should have measured you. You almost threw up and wasted the delicious toast you'd just eaten. You gripped the metal railing as a feeling of dizziness hit you: why were you so nervous? It was just your boss... at a decidedly unusual proximity. Sure, you liked him, but not enough to call yourself 'in love', just nervous in that annoying way that made your stomach tighten.
With sweaty hands and a pounding head, you finally struggle to reach the door that essentially separates you from the source of your nervousness. In hindsight, it wasn't even his fault; you were the one who was exaggerating a trivial matter. Finally, you convince yourself and open the door: "Trenderman, are you still here?"
Your voice was shaky, like you were about to throw up after a hangover too heavy to handle: you sounded like an idiot.
“Oh, dear, are you here yet? You could have taken your time, we have all the time in the world.” He says calmly to your right. You turn to see him intently checking the shelf list. To your surprise, he was using his white tentacles to check the insides of the boxes. Unfortunately, he didn't use them often, so seeing them was truly a blessing. “I found some quality fabrics; sometimes I forget that the fabrics they send us are increasingly shoddy.” He mutters regretfully as he reattaches the list folder to the nail in the wall. Instead, two of his tentacles efficiently carry two boxes, placing them in a neat tower on a dusty, forgotten chair.
“True, it’s hard to find sellers these days who aren’t just thinking about mass production: luckily we still have our supplies… by the way, sooner or later you’ll have to tell me how you managed to buy all this fabric.” You reply as you approach the chair to open the box at the top so you can see the contents. An explosion of colors and patterns almost blinds you, and you smile at the simple beauty of that material. “Well said.” Trenderman murmurs as he approaches the chair to admire the fabric with you.
“Beautiful, isn't it? I knew you'd like my choices, my dear, but we'll think about which of these beauties to use later: I need to take your measurements.” Here's the fateful moment you'd been dreading since before you even entered the room. You could have sworn you were about to faint, or worse.
Yet here you were, being led by his white tendrils toward the pedestal. The touch of the tentacles, even over your shirt, burned terribly, tingling even from your nervousness. Immediately afterward, as the appendices, soon followed by others, moved you to make the job easier, curling around your limbs to move you, you felt as if ants were crawling across your skin.
“Are you nervous?” Trenderman asks as he watches you meticulously, guiding the tentacles to pick up the measuring tape and begin. “You’re extremely stiff.” He points out, and you could only hope the ground would open and swallow you up right here and now.
“No, just… just thinking.” Of course, a way to escape to your room and hide from the whole world, and especially from him. A throaty, almost dark laugh brings you back to reality, and, flustered, you look up to observe him. “Maybe I’ve never told you this, but you know I can read minds, right?” Silence falls, both in the room and in your mind, or so you thought, because you hear Trenderman laughing clearly again.
“You… you can do what?!” You exclaim, absolutely stunned and embarrassed by the whole thing, wishing you HADN'T discovered this fact about him. “Yeah, I usually avoid using it for, you know, privacy. You’re really good, and I’m sure I don’t need to bring things out of you against your will.” You raise an eyebrow as you look at him skeptically: “And how exactly is it different from now?” you mutter, somewhat annoyed by his out-of-character behavior. “Well, you were clearly thinking about something and I was just curious, my apologies.” He gives a small bow with his heas, and you could swear he was smiling, even with the lack of facial features. It wasn’t a sincere apology, and who knows what he had read in your mind, but you decide to let it go anyway for the sake of your sanity.
Silence falls again and this time you both decide to keep it.
Not for long, though.
“Are there other things you… can do?” You ask as the pale tentacles unfurl the tape measure to surround your hips with the utmost delicacy and precision. “Suddenly curious about my nature?” He responds, with another question, without even giving you the pleasure of knowing. “Are you avoiding the subject?” You ask, muttering, not afraid of sounding insolent: after all, Trenderman had entered your mind, it had become your right to know clearly who you were dealing with. “Not really, mia/o cara/o, but I wonder why you’ve never asked questions before: I’m clearly not human.” You’re quite surprised when you hear that 'mia/o cara/o', what language was it? Italian, perhaps?
“Very good, it is actually Italian.” He hums as you notice the tendrils have disappeared; he was probably done taking your measurements. “You’re still reading my mind…” You point out as you jump down from the ledge you were on. “That’s true too: I’ll try to do it… less often.” He teases you as he turns away so he can write the exact measurements on a post-it. “And why are you doing that now?” You notice him shrug as his back is turned to you, and you feel the angry nervousness building inside you.
You would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the attention.
“So you speak Italian?” You ask him as you go to sit at your desk to decide which swimsuit style you liked best. “Yes, actually. I went to Milan a long time ago: as you well know, it's the world's leading fashion city. I thought it wouldn't hurt to learn a little of the local language, although I've never had the chance to use it.”
You smile as you look up from the magazine to watch him grab the supplies he needs to start creating your swimsuit.
. . . . . ◟੭
The day passed incredibly quickly: lots of breaks, chatter while the work was being done, and by the end of the day, you'd only jotted down the sketch, without even looking at the fabrics. Yet it had been a productive day: contrary to your expectations, Trenderman was truly talkative; it was actually pleasant to talk to him. You'd discovered that, in addition to Italian, he knew a little bit of French since he had visited the Parisian capital, he still much preferred to throw in a few Italian terms here and there.
He had started calling you 'mia cara' much more often, which, he had told you, meant 'my dear' in English.
And, in all of this, only one day had passed. Perhaps, you hoped, these days would allow the two of you to grow closer and… you didn't hope for anything else, but if anything were to happen, you wouldn't back down.
You fall asleep with a smile on your lips and with your mind you send a blessing to Nina who had made all this possible with her warm invitation.
. . . . . ◟੭
A week spent in the pure enjoyment of frivolous yet profound conversation, much to your dismay, was passing far too quickly. The swimsuit was already finished, and the memory of trying it on was still fresh in your mind. His compliments and sweet words seemed nonsensical, increasingly thrown into phrases referring to you. The same thing had happened with physical contact: one of his big hand on your lower back when he had to pass you, the gentle way he sometimes brushed strands of hair away from your face, or how he lifted you, with his tentacles, to help you reach the highest shelves, even though you could have done it just as easily on your own.
You wondered if it was just that he had become more confident or if there was something else going on.
He certainly hadn't stopped reading your mind, and the playful, heart-pounding teasing had increased.
Now you were waiting for the bus that would pick you up to go to the beach. The road wasn't busy, and Trenderman took advantage of the situation to stay outside with you. "Are you sure you want me to go? I can stay with you..." You offered again, more for yourself than for him: you didn't want to leave because the fear that things would change once your return was huge. "Come on, tesoro, don't be scared, I'll still be here when you come back." He tries to perk you up, promising something you hoped, deep down, wouldn't be cancelled because of your sudden vacation. You hummed, watching the heat rising from the concrete road.
“It's been a really nice week…” You mutter as you turn your head, now looking at Trenderman with a slight intensity. “I had a lot of fun too. I've been waiting for an opportunity like this.” Your cheeks heat up, and you were pretty sure it wasn't from the heat.
What did he mean by that? Was he waiting for a chance to talk to you? But you'd known each other for a long time, maybe he was just really shy? Oh my God, maybe YOU seemed unwilling to have a conversation with him!
A sudden blare of horns brings you both back to reality, and you immediately hear Nina's shrill voice calling you from the bus window. You turn to look at the street and a dusty, graffiti-covered public transport pulls up in front of your house. Nina immediately jumps out and runs to open the luggage door before helping you with yours.
"You'll see, we're going to have sooooo much fun!" she exclaims, chirping joyfully. In no time, you'd finished loading everything. You turn one last time to look at Trenderman, who waves at you, also tilting his head to the side, as if to fake a smile. You smile back at him as the driver's gruff voice tells you to get on board, and reluctantly, you climb onto the vehicle. A crowd of people, mostly men, stare at you, noting your features, clearly not monstrous and... banal. With your head down, you make your way to the seat Nina had saved for you and take a seat by the window.
As Nina strikes up a conversation, you can't help but glance toward the house, and to your delightful surprise, he's still there. Unfortunately, the bus starts moving, and soon the building and your boss are mere specs in the distance. You sigh, resting your forehead against the window as a sappy smile grows on your lips, your heart throbbing with hope that he'll miss you.
“Hey? Babe? Earth calling Y/N?” You shake your head as you’re pulled from your thoughts and turn to look at your friend. “Hmm? Tell me.” You smile at her as you put your feet up on the footrest, Nina looking at you with her big blue eyes. “TELL ME? Honeyy, something clearly happened between you and Trenderman!” She exclaims as she grabs your hands to pull you closer. “W-Well, we’ve gotten really close over the week, but—” You’re stopped by a sharp, ear-splitting sound and you smile, admitting your defeat. Now you knew for sure that you had no escape and that, on this trip, you would have to tell her everything.
I saw your slender x autistic partner and I would LOVE to see Trender or Splendor with that!
(Maybe with specifically a masc partner unless it dosent change anything!)
Referenced to this. I kept it gender neutral in the last one, so I’ll keep it the same! Nothing changeees
Slenderbrothers with an Autistic Partner
Might as well do the rest of them!!
CW: None
Splendorman
Despite sharing the exact same DNA as Slenderman, Splendorman is much more sympathetic. Honestly, he might even relate to some of the traits you have.
He enjoys your fixations and find them extremely endearing while being sensitive to your stressors. Does he understand them? No, no not really and I doubt he will.
But he does understand a human’s heart can love something so pure, and he really finds it fascinating. He’s all ears for your hyperfixations, to hear your every thought no matter how sporadic and outlandish.
When you breakdown or close off, he’s just as understanding. But when you’re overstimulated? That’s the trickiest part.
He doesn’t understand why happy things aren’t making you happy, and it makes him start to panic to where he thinks he’s the problem. But if you explain that it’s simply just that you need a moment to breathe, he’ll completely get it. He’s learning, and he’s happy to do so for his lover.
Trenderman
Hmm. He’s… well… I’d say a mix of Slenderman and Tenderman (see below). He’s understanding, him and his little brother are far more integrated with human kind.
So he knows about autism and the spectrum of it. He knows of things like ADHD, ADD, but it’s pretty general. So he’s observant of your moods, knowing of your interests/stressors.
Makes clothes for you that is catered to your senses. Nothing that’ll overstimulate you, nothing that’ll make you feel suffocated or itchy. Always of your favorite color and patterns— he’s quite handy with making plushies too. Would make one for you, or a weighted blanket if you prefer.
But sometimes he gets frustrated as well, as much as he tries not to. He’s the one out of the brothers that get most stressed, so sometimes he can’t always sit through your bursts of energy and clinginess or your mood swings. He may lash you by saying some sharp remark, but he’ll apologize for that later when both of you are calm.
Alas, he does try— but compared to his older brothers, he’s only ‘human’ too.
Tenderman
A relationship with him is honestly perfect. Understanding, knowing, and always catering. Considering your relationship most likely started through a master/servant relationship, he basically knows everything that he needs to know.
He knows how to deal with your meltdowns, your sudden burst of energy, your impulsivity. And, he can always read your emotions, your body language. So most times you may not even actually have a meltdown. He’s always there to tend to you, and ensure you feel at ease.
A great listener, and even better at guiding you through the complexity of your mind and thoughts. He shows his care by knowing you completely and expressing it greatly.
Thought about this while doing the dishes! P.S I know Trenderman is their "cousin" but in my headcanon, they're brothers :)
Splendorman
He loves your style so much!
Compared to his younger brother—Slenderman—wearing all black suits with black dress shoes, and his youngest brother—Trenderman—wearing the same glasses, brown vest with a blue tie, and brown dress shoes unless a new fashion trend is going on for men- it gets pretty, monotonous.
But when you came along—friend or patner, it doesn't matter—everything changed!
He constantly asks you about the fashion style you are emmulating, if it's easy to put on, if you need help putting on your dress, if you need more dresses... He asks literal every question possible, it's tiring but it shows he does care.
He admires the fact that children seem to love your fashion style, and how you treat them with tender care. It honestly makes him squeal when you guys get home.
He also asks if Trender can make you clothing, Trender always accepts because he loves his brother... And also because he admires different fashions—unless it includes crocs.
Trenderman
(Pinterest link: Trenderman fanart)
He admires it!
He has a positive opinon on it. I mean... Slenderman wears a bland suit and Splendorman? Same thing with rainbow spots! Anytime he tries to get his brothers to wear something more... Fashionable, it always ends the same. Slenderman gives no response and Splendorman says thanks but never does anything about it!
You on the other hand are different! You are unique, fashionable, and downright adorable to him!
He enjoys making new dresses, socks, head peices, sometimes even shoes when he has the material! He takes pride and joy with seeing you happy, whether you are friends or his partner.
He always goes through your bags after you go shopping to see what you got, and to critque them. If you ask him to stop that, he will.
His favorite part od the day is talking about fashion, fashion magazines, literally anything revolving around fsshion you or he wants to try.
He genuinely wants to try lolita fashion, at least a male version of it if he can't do the feminine version.
Slenderman
He doesn't care.
Slenderman doesn't care about anything related to humans. He believes the only way for them to provide some form of use is to be his mindless slaves.
He even ignores Trenderman's constant askings of him getting a fashion sense. This one is the easiest for him to do, and with what he does there shouldn't be much thought into his outfits. He is meant to be a boss, not a manniquin.
He doesn't care to ask you about your style, he doesn't care to ask you if it's easy, he just doesn't care.
Even if you are his partner, he doesn't care. Why would he need to care about something as silly as fashion? His only goal is to exist and rule over the feeble minds of humans.
Offender: So?? A period stops a sentence and that's fucken it.
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Slender (Phone call, not text. It was hard enough to get him to learn howta use a landline): ... hm. I just remembered I gotta take Toby on a walk. Damn. And I really wanted to come over, too. Well- I'll see you another time, bye-
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Splendor: Thats okay baby!! I just wanted to see you ^^ Do you need anything? Ice cream, pads, candy, new pillows? I'm on my way, see you soon! ^^
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Trender: Right. Well let me know when that's over. Memes are forthcoming.
Base Yandere Trenderman Headcanons: A Dramatic Yandere! (Creepypasta)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is going to be with the base yandere headcanons for Trenderman so let's do this! Please enjoy this!]
(Disclaimer: Trenderman in this is another one of Slenderman's brothers. He is older than slenderman and younger than Offenderman and Splendorman.
Disclaimer: Trenderman is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it. You Know Who You Are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Trenderman From The Creepypasta Fandom-
.Trenderman is one of Slenderman's brothers and has white tentacles like his brother Ofender.
.He HATES Crocs (I mean he would have hated me in my youth cause I LOVED Crocs when they first came out And were like 15 dollars a pair)
.He thinks they are the most tacky and ugly shoe.
.He also despises the swag look!
.He loves you, you are the love of his life, and he wants you to be his partner.
.Of course, if you have horrible taste in fashion then you can bet your sweet little butt that he is going to give you a makeover.
.That is right he is the type of yandere that will have you looking good and stylish and trendy, he is trenderman after all.
.He is the type of yandere that has custome clothes made for you all hand made.
.He wants on the best custom-made clothes for his darling.
.So he would do his best to make them perfect.
.Of course, he is also a drama queen type of yandere.
.In which he is so dramatic when it comes to having rivals, you being into someone else, and so on.
.He would also be one of the pettiest creepypastat yanderes there is.
.That scum bag man wants to try and steal you away from him.
.That woman is clinging to your arms like a slut.
.Yes he is the type of yandere that is judging his rivals.
.He would mock them for their lack of sense and style and saying they have no chance to win you over.
.He would be the type of yandere to mentally and emotionally break them down and then destroy them before killing them.
.He would even make some of them into his mannequins. They wanted to be close to you, well now they can, just you are unaware that they are who they once were.
.He does have a dark side in which he would stitch together some of his victims, using their bodies as the fabrics that he uses for it. (Think the walls and ceiling in Jeepers creepers.)
.Although he rarely has victims, he does not have victims often and most of the time the only victims he has are the people who hurt you.
.May it be emotionally, physically, mentally, or any other form of harm towards you.
.You are the love of his life and he knows that he cannot and would not let anyone get away with hurting you.
.Also he is a bit self-absorbed and that makes him a bit of a cocky and arrogant yandere.
.Thinking he is the best man for you and the best option for you all together.
.Also he thinks he can easily win you over and get you to be his.
.He is very self-assured in himself that he can win you over and make you his, and his alone.
.When he does confess to you he is the type of yandere that was so full of himself that he even had outfits ready for yours and his wedding.
.If you do turn him down he is genuinely shocked and breaks down.
.How could you do this to him!?! Did you not love him!?! Was he not good enough!?!
.He would have a semi-full meltdown learning that you do no love him.
.He did not plan for this and there is no way he will be able to accept your rejection.
.In Other words, while he makes a scene of your rejection and being such a drama queen.
.He is using it to manipulate you to make it seem like he cannot live with you and that he needs you.
.All in all, he is a hardcore manipulative yandere who saw his chance and was going to use it to manipulate you into his arms.
.He would also be the type of yandere that while manipulating you would almost make you feel like the bad guy for rejecting him.
.Now if you did accept his love he is soon going to be asking to marry you and make you his spouse.
.If you are male/trans male/non-binary masc/or just prefer masculine clothes you can bet she will make you something that makes you feel handsome and like masc/man you are
.Your wedding day to him will be glorious but he refuses to let you wear crocs.
.If you are female/trans female/non-binary femme/or just prefer feminine clothes he would do the same thing but with your dream dress.
.Once again it is your wedding day and he will make it amazing no matter what you want to wear.
.He also tends to be a perfectionist when it comes to his clothes for you.
.This carries over to how he treats you as a darling.
.He has the perfect way to confess his love, he has to have the perfect outfit for it, and has to make every single moment so perfect and special that you will remember it for eons.
.You will be with him forever after all because he is going to find a way to make you immortal like him and his brothers.
.That way you will never ever be able to leave him!
.Side note, if you had kids with him he would make the custom outfits and then be heartbroken when they get stained or the little babies grow so fast that they did not even use twenty-five percent of the clothes he made.
.He would not be made but oh boy is he dramatic, just like he is as a yandere.
.Always telling the story of how you walked into his life, and even though it was actually fairly simple he makes it sound like a drama romance with tragedy and how he had to woo you and win you over.
.But there is always a dramatic twist and it becomes his thing to say whenever anyone asks how you and he met.
.You are glad he is excited but man oh man, he needs to calm down with the dramatics sometimes.
.If you rejected him at any point and tried to run away from him, he may very unlikely, but still slightly possible, cut a leg off.
.Keeping you wheelchair bound, so that you have to depend on him and you will never ever be able to leave him.
.He loves being needed by you so he would for sure love you needed him for basic tasks when you possibly lose a leg.
.So much so that if you tried to run again he would even take your other leg as well. You should have learned your lesson.
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
