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"Fuck! Fuck!" Y/N curses as he holds his bleeding side, pressing up against a tree as he tries to quiet his breathing.
"Come on, Y/N. I'm going to catch you eventually and the pain will be ten times worse," His father calls into the dark of the woods.
Oh gods. Y/N closes his eyes as he grits his teeth, inhaling breath when a branch snaps. He makes a run for it, zigzagging through the trees as adrenaline overtakes him. He can outrun his father. He's done it before. He can do it again! He stumbles and falls to a halt when he finds a cliff, the roaring water of the river below. He can do it. Just jump. Chances aren't great he'll survive, but does he really want that anyway? He'll forever be on the run, and he doesn't know how to do everything without identification or money. His family has drained him dry. Gods he's so stupid. He whirls around when he hears several branches break, whirling around and holding out his arms as he rests one foot on the edge of the cliff.
"Don't!" A deep voice echoes in his head, his form freezing as he takes in the,.....creature?!, before him.
He's tall with a nice black suite, a white undershirt sticking out in the darkness along with the red of his tie. Somewhere in the back of Y/N's mind he remembers this creature. One that shouldn't exist. Doesn't he wear a black tie in the origins? He wonders when it became common for him to have a red tie, but the entity does look much nicer with the pop of color. So, which death does Y/N choose? Get torn into pieces or drown if he doesn't break his neck in the fall down to the river. Neither option sounds very nice at the moment.
"Don't come any closer!" He snarls out at the creature.
"Y/N, I don't want to hurt you. Please, step away from the ledge," The being echoes in his head again. "You know who I am. I know you do. Just because you've grown it doesn't mean I've left you."
Left him? What is this man talking about? Sure he knows him. He was obsessed with creepy pasta once upon a time. He grew out of it....at least, he thought he did. His eyes widen as memories flood through his brain as if being unlocked by some kind of key. He falters back and he slips, his eyes widening as the wind is suddenly rushing around him. Oh.....now he remembers. He loved the idea of being taken by Slenderman as a kid. That he would be whisked away to the mansion full of creepypastas and earn his place among all of them. A silly dream. It's weird. Returning to his childhood fantasies in this moment.
Before his family took his life from him. He was told he'd never amount to anything, but now he's supporting his family despite how abusive they've been his whole life. It's been drilled into his head that he owes them his life. They know all of his weak spots. That's why he hasn't left. He doesn't have enough self worth to leave but.....he has it now. He feels the tears leave him as he closes his eyes, the roaring of the river becoming louder and louder the further he falls.
"Gotcha," The deep voice is in his head again.
His eyes snap open as he jerks up, currently sitting on the bank of the river he had just expected to die in. He stares up at Slenderman, his blank face yielding no expression, but he's pretty sure the man has impeccable posture, so his current state seemed relieved. No....Y/N, that's crazy though. Why would the one and only Slenderman be relieved he didn't die? Then again, why did Slenderman bother to save him in the first place? Both seem pretty unusual. Both seem pretty much impossible, so what are you doing alive? Are you alive?
The sharp rocks of the river digging into his was and palms is the only thing that convinces him he's alive. The pain is bothersome enough for him to get to shaky leaves, tensing when strong arms suddenly wrap around him when he stumbles a step forward. His heart jumps to his throat and he's just frozen, unable to move. What the fuck? Oh shit. This can't be real?! He peaks up at the tall being whose featureless face is directed at his own.
"You alright?" He asks, the voice coming from the featureless head instead of his own.
"Y-Yes," Y/N stammers out, pulling away from Slender when his hold loosens. "Ummm, thanks. I should.....ummm."
"Return to my mansion with me of course," Slenderman declares, earning a snort of laughter from Y/N.
"I really am dead," Y/N laughs with a shake of his head. "How are you in heaven?"
"This hardly equates to Heaven," Slenderman laughs. "You're still very much alive."
Y/N isn't sure what it is. The relief at being alive? The relief something he's dreamed of for ages has finally presented itself? Relieved this being showed up instead of his father? All of it? None of it? He doesn't know. He really doesn't know. He just knows that soon he's being embraced once more as the tears roll hot and heavy down his cheeks. He grits his teeth but he's unable to hold back a sob, burying his face into Slender's stomach. The creature is way taller than him, but as Y/N swears he can feel Slender's heartbeat. The soft thumping seeming to echo in Slender's body despite the rush of the river around them.
"Let's take you home," Slender purrs softly.
"NO!" Y/N shouts, jerking out of Slender's hold and retreating. "This is Hell! I won't go home! I refuse!"
This is just a nightmare. An alternate reality. Of course the one and only Slenderman isn't here to save him! He's not going back. He refuses this time. Screw his family. They've been nothing but abusive and cruel. Y/N is resourceful. He can figure out how to start over.
"To the mansion. I'm not returning you to those people," Slender insists, his hand coming to rest on Y/N's shoulder. "Come with me. Please, just give me a chance."
Y/N looks back up at Slender. Despite his lack of features, places on his blank face seem to scrunch up, showing the tall being's worry. Maybe he's just imagining things? This can't be real. Is this being really here to give him a new home? Slender offers his hand and Y/N just stares a while before hesitantly accepting it. He gasps and stumbles when the air suddenly feels crushing around him, a bit dazed as he's suddenly in front of the mansion of his dreams. Y/N's cheeks flush when Slender's hand is suddenly grasping his gently, walking after the being as he's led into the mansion.
"The residents are absent for the week. It's our annual beach trip after all," Slender declares. "But your safety is important so I don't mind stepping away."
"How did you know?" Y/N asks him.
"I monitor the forest around your house. I have since you were little and moved in," Slender explains. "You haven't been crazy."
"Why now? Why not sooner?" Y/N demands next, his anger seeming to catch Slender a bit off guard.
"You weren't ready. Come, we should treat your wounds," Slender declares, leading Y/N up a grand staircase and to a large room.
It's furnished mostly in black with red accents, but it's still a beautiful room. The bath that connects to it is extravagant as well. Despite his shock Y/N can't help the chuckle that leaves him when he sees the size of the tub. Slender sits him on the edge of it before moving for a medical kit. Slender returns and sets down the medical kit before kneeling in front of Y/N. He tenses when Slender's hands are suddenly against his sides, pushing up his shirt.
"Woah! Hey!" Y/N shouts, jerking his shirt down but throwing off his balance so he nearly plummets into the tub.
"I can't treat your wounds with your shirt on," Slender huffs as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
Of course it is. Hell, for Slender treating a few wounds is likely not an uncommon occurrence. Y/N is just embarrassed because not only has he been made fun of for his body despite it being his natural development, he's just different than his family. It's always been a source of insecurity for him. He's never felt 'normal' around them if he's honest. Not to mention he's had a crush on this creatures for years. YEARS! How can he just accept getting half naked even if it is for his benefit. He shouldn't be worried about Slenderman's opinion of his body but he is. Will he be so disgusting he gets turned away?
"Y/N, please. I need to ensure there's no major damage from the bullets," That soothingly deep voice tells him. It's even nicer than he ever imagined.
"Just.....don't be mad by what you see," Y/N mumbles softly.
He finally relents and allows Slender to slip off his shirt, not missing the inhale of breath the creature takes in. His skin isn't pristine. It's covered in bruises, cuts, and scars of various intensities. Something Y/N has just come to accept as being a part of him.
"Why have you stayed?" Slender asks, grabbing tweezers and a small scalpel.
"They're my family. If they don't accept me no one will," Y/N says, hissing when a tendril plunges a syringe around one of the bullet holes before Slender pushes down the plunger. "A little warning would be nice."
"I didn't know if you were scared of needles or not," Slender simply shrugs, applying some sort of topical to the bullet wound and its area as well. "It's still going to sting but I've numbed you up as best I can."
Y/N nods his head, staying as still as possible as Slender tends to his wounds. It's weird having someone else take care of him for once. It's nice if he's honest, even if it is to stitch up the shots from his father and the stab wound his father managed to land on him. Slender gets him patched up, discarding the bullets and bloody gauze as well as the needles and such he used.
"Thank you," Y/N tells Slender once he's finished, slipping on the shirt the being happened to grab for him. It fits nicely.
"It's weird to be after being shot and stabbed, but I'm sure you're hungry," Slender says, 'looking' down at Y/N. "I shall prepare something. Follow me."
Y/N won't lie, he's starving. He obediently follows Slender, leaning against the counter as Slender bustles about the kitchen. From what Y/N can see it's nothing major, just a simple sandwich with meat, vegetables and condiments he enjoys on the sandwich. Slender looks 'proud' as he offers Y/N the plate. Y/N accepts it hesitantly, looking down at his sandwich and then back up at Slenderman expectantly.
"Are you not hungry?" Slender asks after a minute of Y/N's staring.
"Starving," Y/N admits.
"Then why aren't you eating?" Slender questions.
"You haven't told me I can eat yet," Y/N explains, tilting his head to the side.
From what Y/N can see Slender's featureless face seems to darken a moment. Y/N's heart jumps into his throat at this and if Slender didn't have fast reflexes his sandwich and plate would be scattered about the floor. Y/N is shaking slightly after flinching hard when Slender suddenly leapt forward. He sucks in a breath when a hand rests on his shoulder, slowly untensing his arms and body as his brain realizes Slender isn't going to hit him.
"Let's eat at the table," Slender says, a second sandwich being held by one of his tendrils. When did he make two? Y/N does obey and follows Slender to the table. "You can sit."
"Thanks," Y/N says, sitting in the chair next to Slender's.
"You can eat," Slender says gently.
Y/N grins and nods before digging into his sandwich. He eats it rather ravenously as if it'll be taken away if he doesn't eat it all quickly. He looks up when a glass of his favorite drink is set in front of him, looking up at Slender with wide eyes.
"I don't know about you, but I get thirsty after a meal," He chuckles.
"Thank you," Y/N says with a smile, gladly taking a drink.
He doesn't chug it down like he wants but drinks it slowly. Slenderman 'looks' relieved from what Y/N can tell. This all still feels too good to be true. He's not sure if this will end up a good dream or a nightmare, but at the moment it's so peaceful he doesn't want it to end. Slender shows him around the mansion after that and even presents Y/N with his very own room. It's exactly how he likes it. He supposed Slender really has been watching him. He wonders why Slender didn't get him sooner. What wasn't he ready for? He doesn't really know, but he hopes this last a little while.
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"FUCK THIS SHIT!" Jeff snarls, slamming down his controller on the coffee table before jerking to his feet. "Ben is cheating! I'm done with this game!"
"You're such a sore loser. Y/N is playing too and is ahead of both of us both," Ben replies dryly. "Isn't that right?"
Both boys freeze when they turn to Y/N who has gone pale and is trembling. Ben reaches out a hand and Y/N flinches hard, throwing his hands up to cover his face. Both boys exchange looks, Jeff almost 'frowning' despite his carved smile. He didn't mean to upset Y/N. He's been here for about six months and Slender has made him a proxy. Everyone was accepting of Y/N and Slender's decision to bring him into the mansion. They've all come to figure out that Y/N has a lot of triggers. Many of them understand abuse, but Y/N has been put through hell they even the creepypastas grimace at.
"It's okay. I'm sorry I yelled. I think we still have some cookies left. Why don't we take a break," Jeff tells Y/N.
The creepypastas have figured out that sweets tend to make you feel better. You were restricted from having them in your old home and you never get them for yourself. So, they all get it for you instead.
"Okay," Y/N lets out with a shaky breath.
Jeff leaves and gets the cookies before returning, handing Y/N a napkin with two cookies on it. Jeff is relieved when Y/N smiles and accepts the cookies. Jeff plops down beside Ben and hands him his cookies as well, the three of them enjoying the sweets before picking the game back up.
"Y/N, you ready to make dinner?" Slender calls after a few hours of playing.
"Awwww!" Jeff and Ben groan at the same time.
"Sorry guys. Duty calls," He chuckles, setting down his controller before getting to his feet and following Slender into the kitchen.
Y/N loves to cook, so Slender has Y/N help him make dinner on the nights Slender cooks. Slender enjoys it because he gets to spend more time with Y/N. His newest proxy has been warming up to the mansion and himself, Slender happy you're relaxing. Slender grabs his phone and plays music through the kitchen speaker, watching Y/N's little movements as he lets the music flow through him. A waltz comes on and Slender grabs Y/N's hands.
"Care to dance?" Slender asks with a grin.
"I'm awful at it. I'm going to step on your feet," Y/N chuckles with a shake of his head.
"Then we just need to practice. Just a simple dance," Slender says.
He watches Y/N contemplate his options before he finally smiles and nods. Slender leads Y/N in a simple dance, enjoying the grin that spreads across his face as his movements begin to flow. Slender gets lost in the moment, only snapping out of it when the smoke alarm goes off.
"Shit!" Y/N shouts, laughter leaving him as he and Slender rush to open the window and pull the pan of burnt food off the burner.
"I haven't done that since I don't know when," Slender huffs, 'grinning' at Y/N's grin and laughter.
"Good thing I always buy extra ingredients," Slender chuckles softly.
"That's very smart of you," Y/N says, the two of them focusing on making dinner once more.
Still, Slender stands close to Y/N, gently brushing his hip against Y/N's as he cooks. He 'smiles' when Y/N leans back against Slender, the two staying as close as they can as they make dinner. Y/N's face is bright red the entire time and it pisses him off Slender had no face, but Y/N can still see the light pink on Slender's blank face. Oooh? He can get embarrassed and shy.
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Y/N shakes hard as he attempts to make himself something hot to drink to help him calm his nerves. He just went through a hell of a nightmare, and had he not woken up in his room in the mansion, he very much feels he'd have ended things. He was back in that place. Back with his biological family. Back in that hell. He places the kettle on the stove to begin boiling the water, opening the cabinet for a mug. He grips the handle tight in his hand and pulls it down from the shelf, setting it on the counter.
He adds what he wants to the beverage once the water is ready, grasping the mug in his hand. It's hot against his palms, but it's comforting at the same time. The heat helps him focus again. Focus on his reality instead of his dream. He decides the library will be a quiet place for him to just curl up in a chair and sip his drink a while. He pushes the large door open and steps inside, the smell of books old and new, and Slender's scent lingers in the air as well. It's so comforting. He heads to Slender's chair and curls up on it, grabbing the blanket on the back of the chair and cuddling beneath it.
He sighs and just stays there for a while. He jerks to his feet when the library door suddenly opens his cheeks flaring bright red when he's met with Slender.
"I thought I heard something," Slender chuckles softly. "Bad dream?"
Y/N wonders how Slender knows that. Slender seems to know a lot about him and makes the effort to get to know him more. Seeing Slender in the low light of the library fills Y/N's belly with butterflies. He really is a handsome creature. He's seen the man in casual clothes before, but he sure as hell knows how to rock a suit.
"Yeah," Y/N says, setting his mug down on the side table and getting out of the chair. "Sorry, here's your chair back. I guess you were coming to do some late night reading."
"You're fine," Slender chuckles. "I just heard you and wanted to make sure everything is okay."
"I had a dream about my past. It....felt so real. It was as if I woke up back there and all of this, these last six months, is nothing more than a dream or fantasy in my head," Y/N explains. "Every night I'm terrified I'll wake up back there. That all of this is nothing more than a dream."
"Y/N," Slender says his name so softly he almost doesn't hear it.
Y/N takes a sharp inhale of breath when Slender suddenly pulls him into a hug. Slender's scent around him makes the butterflies in his stomach explode. His arms wrap around Slender and he buries his face into Slender's torso. Slender doesn't let Y/N go when he attempts to pull away, instead picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder.
"Ack! Slender!" Y/N cries.
"Just relax," Slender laughs. "You don't want to wake everyone up."
Y/N huffs but does relax and lets Slender carry him to their destination. He's caught by surprise when they end up in Slender's room. Slender lays Y/N down on the bed and tucks him in before he too climbs into bed. Y/N's eyes widen and his face flushes red, Slender laying on his side and pulling Y/N into his chest. Y/N's heart feels like it's about to explode when he's pulled flush against Slender. His arms are curled in front of him, not really sure what to do with them. He tenses when Slender's hand is suddenly on his back, closing his eyes and letting out a long sigh when Slender's hand just rubs up and down his back. It's nice. It feels so comforting.
Y/N is caught off guard when he hears and feels vibrations through Slender's body, relaxing more in the comforting sounds. Who'd have thought Slender has the ability to purr. It feels and sounds nice. Being surrounded by Slender fills a whole in his heart he never knew he had, and he wants to bury into it further. He wants to claim this creature as his own. Is that a selfish desire? Probably, but Y/N isn't focused on the negatives. He's focused on the way Slender makes him feel. He likely doesn't feel the same, but that's okay. Y/N is used to having crushes that never get reciprocated. It wasn't for lack of trying, but he comes with a lot of baggage. Who would want someone like him?
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"Why am I wearing a suit again? It's just dinner," Y/N groans as he tugs against the collar of his shirt.
"Quit fiddling with your shirt collar! You're going to ruin the presentation!" Trender scolds, grabbing Y/N's hands and pulling them back down. Trender takes a step back to look Y/N over, giving a satisfied nod. "There! You're a picture of perfection!"
"Slender likes to spoil people and he ain't afraid a spendin' money," Offender chuckles, walking to Y/N and tucking a red rose into his breast pocket. "There. That's perfection."
"Offender," Splendor growls with narrowed eyes.
"Relax. It's just a normal rose," Offender huffs, grinning at Y/N. "If ya get bored of my brother ya know where to find me."
"Not if I stuff you six feet underground," Slender growls, Y/N lighting up as he turns to face Slender.
"Woah," They both breathe out at the same time.
"Purple is a good look," Y/N tells Slender, his usually ink black suit traced for a dark purple.
"Figured I would change things up. The suit on you is a good look," Slender chuckles softly. "You look very nice. Are you ready?"
"Don't stay out too late!" Splendor sing songs before Slender grabs your hand and teleports the two to an unconscious spot before they enter the restaurant.
"Slender, this place looks like a fortune," Y/N hisses up at him when Slender gives his human name for the reservation.
"And?" Slender hums, the two following the waiter to their table.
Y/N grimaces but does sit down when Slender pulls out the chair for him. Slender settles in his seat and a waiter comes right away.
“Can I start you off with some drinks?” The waiter asks. “We have a few specials tonight as well.”
“A bottle of of Armand De Brignac Ace of Spades Brut Rose champagne please, and I’ll take a lemon water,” Slender declares.
“And you sir?” The waiter asks turning to Y/N.
“O-Oh…..uh…,” He trails off, glancing back at Slender.
“Don’t worry,” Slender chuckles, ordering your preferred drink for you.
“Do they even have it here?” Y/N asks, a frown coming to his lips. “With how fancy this place is…..not to mention you’re here in your regular form.”
“It’s amazing what money can do for you,” Slender says with a shrug of his shoulders. “Besides, haven’t you looked around? We don’t have a bunch of humans around us.”
“What do you mean?” Y/N asks, looking around the restaurant.
He pauses on various tables where creatures of all shapes and sizes are present. He was so nervous he didn’t even realize this place isn’t swarming with humans.
“It’s mostly vampires that dine here but it’s an open space for all. You have to call to get a reservation here or else you’re not allowed in. Plus, despite being in the middle of the city it’s well camouflaged with magic. We’re free to be ourselves here,” Slender explains. “Pretty nice huh?”
“How much money have you given this place?” Y/N asks him.
“I’m the whole reason it was created in the first place,” Slender chuckles. “Don’t worry about money Y/N. I’ve lived a very long time. Let me spoil you? Please?”
Y/N pauses a moment at Slender’s request, turning his gaze back to Slender. Y/N knows this. Hell, he’s been able to have his own success in the money scheme since becoming Slender’s proxy. They take what money they can find, and if the victim has no relatives or anyone for their money to go to Ben generally hacks the bank accounts and drains them. Everyone who goes to kill in person usually grabs various valuables that won’t be missed. He supposes it’s not right to steal, but it’s not as if the dead person can use it.
“Okay,” He finally agrees, his cheeks flushing when Slender allows his mouth to be seen so he can grin.
“Your champagne and drinks,” The waiter says, setting down an ice bucket with the champagne and then placing down the drinks. “Have we decided what we would like?”
“A little more time please,” Slender requests, the waiter nodding before leaving. The steaks here are to die for if you like meat, and the tofu bowls and vegetable pastas are perfection.”
“What are you going for?” Y/N asks Slender.
“Their salmon,” Slender tells him.
Once the waiter comes back they make their order and Slender pours the champagne for both of them. Dinner goes by smoothly, the two enjoying the time to catch up and talk. Things have been so busy lately they haven’t had a lot of alone time together. They both share a dessert, and then Slender takes Y/N back to the forest.
“I figured we could walk a bit. Digest dinner before we’re whisked away to share details of the date,” Slender hums. “And I may not be ready to give up this peaceful time with you.”
“You know, if we were a couple we could do more of this,” Y/N hums, slapping a hand over his mouth as his eyes widen. Shit! That wasn’t supposed to come out!
“Oh?” Slender purrs, Y/N suddenly finding himself backed up against a tree as Slender grabs his chin and guides his gaze upwards. “You want to be a couple?”
“Nope! Not at all! Forget I said anything!” Y/N cries in a panic.
“What if I want to be a couple?” Slender asks, Y/N’s voice leaving him as he tries to figure out if he heard Slender correctly.
“Slender, I-,” Y/N trails off, his heart pounding hard in his chest.
Slender doesn’t let Y/N finish or find his bearings, instead leaning down and pressing a kiss to Y/N’s lips. Y/N hesitates but he does kiss Slender back, his arms shooting around Slender’s neck and pulling him closer.
“I know things haven’t been easy. I know you come from a hard past and there’s still things to figure out, but I’d like to be doing it with you. As yours and yours alone,” Slender tells him. “Can we do that?”
“Yes!” Y/N gasps, accepting Slender’s next kiss.
It’s like a dream come true for Y/N. He never once imagined this would happen. He swore he was going to die in that house. Die by one of his family member’s hands. He almost did. His father almost killed him, but he got lucky. He got lucky because Slenderman saw something in him that he’s never seen in himself. Once again, Slender is showing Y/N that he matters and that he’s cared for deeply. He cares for everyone in the mansion because they’ve all been with him on his journey as he’s navigated his new life. He’s home. He can finally say that without dreading what it means.
Slender pulls him in for a hug and Y/N clings to Slender and buries his face against Slender’s body. He’s finally home.
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“NO! NO!” Y/N screams as he jerks up in bed, his eyes wide with terror as he whips his head around the room. “Come out son of a bitch!”
“Y/N?” Slender’s voice calls, a gentle knock sounding on his door.
“Just a second!” Y/N calls out in a shaky breath.
He’s not here! He’s not here! He tries to tell his brain this over and over as he scurries about his room, ensuring there really is no one else there. He walks over to the door to his bedroom and opens it, probably looking an absolute mess based on Slender’s inhale of breath.
“Are you alright?” He breathes, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.
“Just another nightmare. I’m sorry. If I woke you up then I probably woke up everyone,” Y/N groans in frustration.
“No, I just kind of sensed it I guess,” Slender says. “I was on my way to check on you. Make sure you’re sleeping peacefully, but I can see that you are not.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll be fine,” Y/N says with a wave of his hand. “It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before. You should go back to bed. It’s like three in the morning.”
“Will you be able to return to sleep?” Slender asks him.
“Yes,” He lies, grunting when Slender suddenly scoops him into his arms. “Ack! Hey!”
“Come along,” Slender declares.
Y/N clings to Slender when he walks him over to his bed, grunting when he’s plopped down. Slender chuckles and climbs onto the bed after him.
“What are you doing?” Y/N asks him.
“I’m making sure you go back to sleep,” Slender declares, pulling Y/N into his chest and then pulling the blanket over both of them.
Y/N’s cheeks are bright red as he stares at Slender’s bare chest in front of his face. He was so distracted he didn’t even realize his boyfriend had come in with no shirt. It’s not like he hasn’t seen Slender shirtless before, but the man looks good underneath the suit!
“How is this going to help? You’re distracting,” Y/N comments.
“Oh? Well, I suppose if you don’t like cuddling I can head back to my room,” Slender hums.
“N-NO!” Y/N protests, jerking his head up to gaze at Slender. “I’m sorry. It’s just….”
“Weird because of the insecurities. You don’t feel deserving of being with me,” Slender says. “Your face shows it a lot you know.”
“I just look back on my life and don’t feel like I’ve earned any of this. I went through hell. So what? Everyone goes through it. It doesn’t make me special or deserving of all of this,” Y/N mumbles, resting their forehead against Slender’s chest. “Not everyone gets a second chance at life.”
“Then doesn’t that make you all the more deserving? By appreciating your new life and slowly forgetting your old one? You should be living with all you’ve got,” Slender tells Y/N, gently rubbing a hand up and down his back. “You should do as much as possible and enjoy this new life. Appreciate what you have.”
“Why do you always have the right thing to say?” Y/N asks, looking back up at Slender.
“I don’t, but sometimes it’s just instinct I guess,” Slender chuckles, giving Y/N a kiss.
“I love you Slender,” Y/N tells him with a smile.
“And I love you,” Slender says, leaning down and giving Y/N a kiss. “And I’m going to protect you with everything I have. You’re safe here. Safe with me. Safe with us.”
“And it’s the safest I’ve ever felt,” Y/N sighs, a content look taking over his face. He cuddles closer to Slender and closes his eyes, slowly drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Slender is going to do his very best to protect Y/N. The others feel the same and most of the creepypastas did a bit of a raid on his old house and old abusive family. Y/N has no issue killing, and Slender had offered to assist in taking revenge, but instead of liking the idea he was horrified by it. Y/N is terrified that if he ever steps foot in that house again he won’t be coming out. So, the creepypastas took care of the problem for Y/N. They were terrified he would be upset, but he was relieved and happy. Still, that doesn’t stop the PTSD from his old life. It doesn’t stop the nightmares or the flinching.
It doesn’t stop the fears and insecurities. It just doesn’t stop once the threat is gone. They’re all doing everything they can for Y/N and he’s doing the same for all of them. Slender knows bringing him here has been good for him, and it’s been good for the others. He makes an excellent proxy, but even more than that he makes an excellent family member. Slender adores Y/N, and he won’t be hurt again so long as he can help it.