Slenderman

Remember: everything Slenderman says is made up.

Slenderman

You were one of Slenderman's proxies. You had been sitting in your bedroom upon a plush stool, running a brush through your soft, silky hair. It was something you took extreme pride in, and it rested on your head perfectly. As you were spacing out into the mirror, you caught a glimpse of a white, blank face in the reflection, peering through your slightly cracked open door. He was tall, around 10 feet, and towered in the doorway, watching you attentively. It was your boss, Slenderman. He was watching you. He seemed to be intrigued by your human customs, but slightly nervous to ask, so he watched in silence. Black tendrils that sprouted from his back swayed softly behind him, blocking the strip of hallway light that entered your room.