#slendermanxreader

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Slenderman had brought Y/N back to the mansion, she was every bodies favorite. Especially Sally, she loved dressing her up.  Now Slenderman was in his office, working as per usual. As Y/N busied herself in his office.  Y/N crawled towards a door and sat there for a moment. ‘Should I lick it?’, Y/N pondered as she stared at the door intensely. Her tongue slowly poked out from her lips. She leaned in and licked the door, regretting it instantly. “bleh, bleh!” Y/N exclaimed while trying to wipe the flavor off of her tongue.

‘disgusting.’

Y/N shuffled over to Slendermans desk and and sat there. Shakily standing up, she clapped her hands to try and get his attention. “Sendyma!” she yelled. Slenderman didn’t respond.

Slenderman purposely ignored her when she mispronounced a word, it was his way of teaching her. “Sllllll-” she stopped and blew a raspberry. “Slendyma?” Y/N said and she looked up at him. Still no respond.

Y/N started to tear up, then burst into tears. Slenderman looked up from his stack of papers. “shut up.” he said bluntly. She stopped almost immediately, wiping her tears.

She sighed deeply then sucked up a breathe. “Dad-daddy!” she exclaimed. The name wasn’t on purpose, just the easiest thing she could say, Slenderman knew that. But is heart pinged anyway, he was used to her always trying to say “Slenderman”. 

“okay” Slenderman said sighing, looking up from his work. Y/N clapped her hands in excitement from the acknowledgment. “what do you want?” he said.

“ICY-CRWEAM” Y/N yelled excitedly. Slenderman got up from his office chair, “alright then, lets go” Slenderman said picking Y/N up. “ICY-CWEAM! ICY-CWEAM, I GET ICY-CWEAM” Y/N yelled clapping her hands and giggling.

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anyway-

This is going to be a series def gonna be.

But my dog wants a attention now ✌️

But she wasn't, and she'd never be. It was almost too easy to dehumanize the intelligent individuals here, especially when they were pumped full of sedatives. In this specimen’s case, he also got a round of butyrophenones. Highly concentrated antipsychotics to keep him calm. Most of his day on the table consisted of paralysis and sleep, only vaguely aware of what was happening around and to him. The Slenderman, though reluctant, had performed incredibly in all intelligence tests given to him. When marked with powdered sugar he was able to correctly identify his reflection and remove the substance from himself, his problem solving skills? almost unmatched throughout the entire facility, which shown through heavily when given puzzles with and without food reward. He understood cause and effect and to a degree gave yes and no answers. Still..

he never spoke to any of his caretakers. Investigation into his anatomy had shown that he was capable of producing a wide range of sounds, even some that were too low for the human ear to hear, but no speech. It puzzled researchers greatly, in many of the accounts taken in relation to the Slenderman it states that he had lured young children out from the safety of their parents and the protection of parks to follow him into the nearby forested area. When the surviving children were questioned many had stated that he had spoken to them.

Some could chalk it up to a child's wild and fearful imagination, having experienced a traumatic event but even then it didn't sit well with the woman in front of him.

It was like a dream come true to be able to work with an animal such as this, he could easily be three times her height and weight, His skin was a mesmerizing white, and pleasantly warm to the touch. Her eyes traced the beautiful gradient of color that shifted from that piercing black to illustrious off white only to settle on the fading red marking that ran the length of his torso like that of a tie. When they had captured him all that time ago his "tie" had been a striking scarlet, like the rest of him it was deep, haunting, rich. Now the color had started to fade dramatically without explanation.

A king? As nonsensical as it sounded. It was fitting. A king of what though, the king of the forest? perhaps. Such a ruler surely had few subjects.

Before she was even allowed to interact with him in person, she had been permitted to view him though one sided glass. The black sheen hadn't been enough to disrupt his detection of her however, in turn promoting the single instance that fueled her enthusiasm and awe towards the entity. He approached her slowly and deliberately. Each foot fall is calculated and sultry. She'd seen how his muscles flexed and how he looked at her for just a second. A mere moment. Allowing her to sketch him in her notes messily before he called out to her. The low guttural noise traveled through the glass, through the ground and traveled through her organs.

He seemed kingly then in that moment, as if he walked with nobility and purpose. The fact that he dedicated that short time to interacting solely with her and made her stomach flutter. Y/n knew all too well that this particular feeling was well out of line in her line of work and would shake it off as many times as it needed to be in order to continue her work, but still. The being scared her immensely, but there was something else, respect? Maybe.The memory in her mind had long since fragmented and she knew, no longer held the complete truth, it still made her smile.

She reached for her tools thoughtfully, a pair of shears to relieve the being of his massive claws. His hands, like the rest of him were huge in comparison to hers yet they held the same delicate posture. Sliding the pointed tip into the jaws of the clippers, she had to put all her weight into her palms to cut through the tough keratin.The giant lurched against the table, arching his spine and struggling to keep his position before slumping back down.

Startled, the woman let her cheeks puff out before shakily letting the air out again. She ran her hand through her hair before smiling half heartedly "You're so dramatic and for what? Give me that, we need to do the others"She grabbed his pale hand and continued her work, wondering if it was fine to leave him with the ability to move or if she needed to dose him again. The woman liked to think that after being his primary caretaker for so long that they'd have some sort of positive relationship, but the simple fact was that if this specific individual were to ever be without a dose that he could tear her apart before anyone could manage to dart him.

It was no secret to why he was so heavily secured, only permitted to be studied and handled by senior researchers. One slip of a hand, one unlocked door and hundreds of lives could be lost. She had been trained for escapee protocols before, but how did you contain something that could teleport to begin with, let alone recontain it after its initial escape? Unfortunately for her, the only plan given to the staff should he escape was to try to sedate him, or to sacrifice yourself by running to the back of his enclosure where the monster would hopefully follow. She had not been given information about how he was captured, only assigned him. Instead of adding him to the ever growing list of patients she had already, they reassigned all of her previous studies leaving the Slenderman as her sole priority.

The sound of the metal door to the lab startled her out of her thoughts and left her nearby hand to dart to the chest of the creature and apply pressure as if to stop him from reacting. Eyes bounced between the individual on the table and the vital screen. She watched the steady rhythm of the line jump and let go of her own breath which had left to go stale in her lungs.

"Scared ya didn't I? Don't tell me that thing's got you on edge doctor."

Thomas Metts - was a spirited young fellow who looked rather out of place in the establishment he worked. He was chipper and was the first to offer a beverage or to crack a joke at someone else's expense. In comparison to her tired eyes and slumping form, he stood upright and held the vigor of his early teenage years.

"Honestly" she put down the nail clippers with some force making the metal clatter against her work station.

"If you're going to come into work late the least you can do is do it quietly."

She watched the young man shrug off his coat and relocate it to his designated cubby hole, finding himself a pair of disposable medical gloves and equipping himself with them.

"Relax, he's all drugged up anyways. It's not like he can be startled."

She thought back to the movement moments ago, this wasn't true. He could move, it was just sluggish. A sure sign that whatever work she was doing needed to be brought to a screeching halt and the creature be returned to his quarantine.

"Actually, his meds are wearing off. No thanks to you I wasn't able to get everything done."

The man made a disgruntled face, his features scrunching up as he stuck his tongue out at her childishly.

"My kid kept me up all night screaming, give me some slack. It took every bit of effort to get out of bed."

The woman did not, in fact she had very little sympathy for the man's story especially when it directly interfered with the safety of the situation.

"Yeah yeah, and just so you know. His dental work and skin samplings are all on you to collect." Thomas, less than thrilled about the assignment, opened his mouth to argue but closed it thinking better of it. The man casted his gaze over to the beast on the table, unease finally overtaking his youthful confidence. “So you really think the meds won't last? you think it can..”

“Yes,” she said flatly. “And yes, he will try if we’re careless. Now help me get him back to his containment before he decides to test our reflexes.”

"It's been here this long and no one has gotten basic DNA samples from the thing?"

The man's lack of basic knowledge of his own job irked her to no end. It wasn't lost on her that dear Tommy was a nepo baby. Y/n felt her face curl into a sneer as they rolled the table to the elevator, after swiping his ID card Thomas regretted turning around to meet her gaze.

"No, they haven’t, and I can't imagine why. I'm his leading behaviorist, Honestly! I handle his diet, environment not to mention monitoring his psychological health, anything extra I do for your team is generous. I'm not even supposed to make physical contact with him!” she seethed, her eyes narrowing, brimmed with dislike.

“Technically I just broke protocol by doing the monthly maintenance and screenings that you were too late into work to do yourself!"

The man recoiled, holding his arm in front of his torso and ducking his head down, smiling ever so slightly at the woman's rage.

"Jesus Doc, calm down.”

"What otta happen is that I report your negligence and have you reassigned to a lower class."

Thomas grumbled, a worried glint in his eye that told her that he was actually worried about her reporting him. As he should.

The elevator doors closed with a soft ding, the Slenderman woke to it. His ebony clad hands dangling over the edges. Y/n’s eyes flicked constantly to the vital signs monitor, noting the subtle twitch of his muscles, a faint shift in his chest. The sedation was fading faster than she expected, and every movement from him was a reminder that even semi conscious, he was far from harmless. Thick strings of consciousness broke from his, piercing into the scientist’s thoughts like harpoons. Each thread growing his awareness. They both felt it, like the sting of a migraine just beginning.

Thomas adjusted his gloves nervously, tapping the edge of the table. “So uh, do we just roll him straight in, or?” His voice faltered as the massive form shifted slightly, a whisper of motion that made the hairs on their necks stand on end.

“Straight in. Keep your hands where I can see them,” she snapped. Her voice carried a tight edge, not just from frustration, but from a thinly veiled fear. She had worked with dangerous anomalies before, but there was something about this one that felt different. Predatory, even in sedation.

“Be careful.”

Briefly, Y/n found it exhilarating, the natural reaction her and Thomas had to him. It was instinctual, primal, raw. She couldn't dwell on the rush for long, she was focused on her obligations… but sooner or later the adrenaline would rack her.

The elevator opened to the lower section of the enclosure, the intake. As they reached the containment chamber, Y/n braced herself, hands gripping the table. The metal door loomed ahead, reinforced, humming faintly as it awaited the card swipe. She cast a quick glance at Thomas, who was pale and sweating under his usual bright cheer.

“Card,” she said expectingly,holding her hand out. Thomas fumbled with his ID, the nervous energy radiating off him like heat. Finally, with a soft beep, the doors slid open.

The chamber smelled faintly of antiseptic and old blood. The artificial woodland set inside the enclosure looked innocuous enough, but Y/n knew better. It was the equivalent of a plastic play yard.

Thomas whispered, more to himself than anyone else, “He’s awake.” horrified as the being’s thousand yard stare seemed to focus on him.

“Not fully,” she said, her hands tightening. “But enough. Help me slide him onto the lift platform. Slowly.”

The creature’s tendrils slid from his back, slowly inching across the familiar terrain of his chest and others, more adventurous, rooting at the edges and handles of the table. Still sluggish from the sedation haze, Thomas jumped slightly, catching the movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Heart rate’s creeping up,” Thomas , eyes flicking between the monitor and the body.

“Yeah. I see it.” Y/n didn’t look up. “The sedative’s wearing off faster than expected.”

Thomas hesitated, lowering his voice. “Faster than usual, or faster than it should?”

“Both.”

Thomas and Y/n strained to lift the gurnee into the lift platform. It acted similarly to a morgue bed. It was narrow, the reinforced glass walls rising up like a coffin’s sides. The patient went in, the door locked, and then it pushed open to the other side, into his world.

When they finally clicked the gurney into place, both of them stood for a moment, catching their breath. The sound of the hydraulic locks engaging echoed dully in the room.

Thomas gave a low whistle, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his gloved hand.

"Hah, guess we did it just in time, suppose I should give it a couple of hours to break down the medication before I redose them for those samples, Ay?" A hardy punch met the man's shoulder, followed soon after by the cry of surprise.

"That could have been bad, why are you taking this so lightly, we could have died Thomas, other people could have died"

"But they didn't. We didn't!" the man retorted. "Also, that counts as assault,you know!” still holding his arm, Thomas can't avoid the evil glare his coworker gives him. It makes his gut curl up in anxiety.