#splenderman x reader

Him: Lemme come over 👀

You: Thats fine, but... 🔴🔴🔴

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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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So what about splendor? Friends, lovers, enemies, kinda thing.

Love

Splendor doesn’t have any expectations of ever having a lover, nor a specific type of person he desires. Who he ends up with, really does come down the chance.

Though there are some people he would be more compatible with than others.

Someone sweet, funny, easily excited, or maybe even shy would make a great match for him. They do say that birds of a feather tend to flock together.

On the other hand, if you are a criminal, someone whose name spells danger or mischief, he won’t ever take much of an interest in you.

While Splendor has grown up in an environment full of crime and structure, he doesn’t have any desire to have that in his life. What he wants is a comforting, relaxing life with little to no worries.

He wants to dress you up, spoil you and please you and would go above and beyond for you.

And yet, despite his strong urge to spoil you, he doesn’t need to be around you constantly. He loves spending time with you, it gives him plenty of pleasure, but life needs to involve many small fun elements. So, he wants both himself and his partner to have hobbies, interests, and passion. Fun outside the relationship.

If you are an obsessive little hobbyist or simply have something that brings you a great deal of joy, that sparkle in your eye, is bound to catch his attention.

A sweet passionate partner is definitively his cup of tea, but so is an anxious mess. He finds those types of people to be cute in their own way.

He doesn’t want to scare others like his brothers do, though by nature feels both satisfaction and pleasure from being able to create such feelings in others.

Friendship

As an extrovert with plenty of interests, he visits a lot of social places. His friends include artists, elderly folks at bingo night, and random people one might pass on the street.

At the mansion, a place he visits reluctantly he has a few people he tends to spend time with. Both Jason and Bloody Painter enjoy the arts in their own individual ways, spending time with them brings them can be fun.

While Sally and Toby have their own different individual niches. Sally is probably his favorite friend at the Mansion.

In a sense beings like her play a large part in why he visits. He might as well bring a bit of joy to that depressing place.

Murder

No. Just no.

Murder, killing, hurting others, or bringing suffering to anyone is not something he desired to do ever.

Why others do it when it is not necessary baffles him. Self-defense or protecting a loved one is understandable to him but ending a life for the sake of it isn’t.

One day the Slender Brothers each turn to stone (In separate places- separate countries even) and not even Zalgo can figure out why or how to unfreeze them.

Slender's in the forest, moss and different vines growing over his shoulders and twisting around the seamless, smooth (Too seamless, and too smooth, to be man made) stone of his tentacles. His Proxies are still there, protecting the place, but they cant get everyone- pictures have been taken of the mysterious forest statue and posted online, and he's become an urban legend (in a world where he wasn't already obviously). He makes a beautiful statue... but eerie as hell. He has been graffitied a couple times over the years but those who dared to do such a thing quickly got viciously but down by the formerly mentioned Proxies, who then spend hours and hours cleaning him up again. They don't know what else to do. What can they do?

Splender is sitting wait at Offender's place (A townhouse in New York), having been there to talk to him about something important but got frozen before his brother could even get home- he now gathers dust, one leg stuck draped gracefully over the other and his long thin fingers previously edging towards a (now room temperature, ruined) cup of tea. At times, he's heated up by strips of sunlight coming from the window blinds (which remain closed all these years- Splender didn't want to give Offender any heads up that he was there lest the fucker skip town immediately like he did sometimes when he just wasn't in the mood for lectures, or 'chats'), and others he's blanketed in the cold, grey darkness of a home that was never really 'home', to anyone.

Off in a not-often visited glade somewhere in Scotland's highlands is Trender, curled up in the grass and the dirt and the daisies, facing a beautiful, imposing mountain- sketchbook still rested against his legs and pencil between his fingers. The pages have been weathered and now curl inwards but if you ever found him, which is unlikely, you could still see some faint pencil lines on the first page. Rain, lightning, snow, hail, sweltering heat, wind and a number of other natural beatings have hit him but he continues to sit there, peaceful and relaxed looking and utterly unchanged.

Offender now lives in the back of some alleyway in Melbourne. He looks like a gargoyle, all shoulders and sharp teeth. People have tried to break him, and have covered him in years and years of multicoloured spray paint that now just looks brown but he does not break. He does not shift. He stays, leaning against the wall by a couple of bins, the menacing, perfect, sharp lines of his coat and his teeth still clear as the day he was frozen. His smirk is still a warning despite his helpless state; Women who see him assume that he's a sign without a label, a bit of street art telling them to get outta the fucking alley if you want to live. You get a cold, tight feeling in your chest just looking at him.

Then, decades later, one by one... they wake up. First Trender, then Slender a month later, Offender 2 years after that and finally Splender, a good half a decade after Offender. No rhyme or reason to it, seemingly. No one had found them at that particular moment, Zalgo had given up trying to figure this out years ago, Slender's Proxies had died...

They wake up, but they wake up... different. Parts of them are still stone. Both Slender and Splender have a hand that's still totally made of stone, stuck in the position it was last in, Offenders legs is stuck entirely too straight (So he walks like a pirate), and Trender's chest is still and makes it hard for him to bend or twist.

Still, they go on with their lives. Mystified entirely as to why they lost decades of their lives and now they still weren't allowed to completely recover, but still- eager to move on with their lives.

18 years after he woke up, Trender meets someone called Y/N Who could not be older then 18 years old themselves. Not that Trender considers that at all at first and his chest suddenly... softens, again, finally. The stone cracks and crumbles away, turning to nothing but warm air before it can even slip off him. His skin and muscle is sitting right behind, like it was always there. He takes some deep breathes and clutches his chest, experiencing the long forgotten feel of it, hidden behind the sweater he's wearing (which it had been for years and years, since turning to stone), rising and falling once again...

It wasn't until weeks later that he thought to link some things... and asked Y/N when their birthday is.

Casually, they recite the date that Trender was brought back to life.

The same thing happens of course to the other three. They meet their Y/N 18 years after coming back to life and fond out that they were born that very day. Like someone, or something, some inexplicable force stopped their ageing until the person they were supposed to be with came into existance.

Basically, Soulmate AU with room for Brother angst (and fluff) in between.

Its a work in progress.

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