You are a proxy of Slenderman, you've always gotten attention from the male population, and the lesbians, but you're abhor to love. Why? Because, your death was due to love. Your father, who was insane and part of a cult, was told he'd get his dream come true if he wore the skin of the person he truly loves, so... he skinned you alive.
But a few months into your move into the Slendermansion, you found a note tucked under your door in the middle of the night. When you opened it, it read...
My darling, my obsession, my dark and twisted love, your very existence drives me to madness and depravity. Your cold eyes, your bloodstained skin, your lips, curled in a sinister smile, they fill my every thought, every action. I would do anything to make you mine, to hold you in my arms for eternity. Your Eternal Wraith
You ignore it, truly having no care about it. But more notes come up, this time from a different admirer.
I have spent months worshiping you studying you, committing every detail of you to memory. I have dedicated my very soul to you, you are mine! Your Crimson Devotee
They just keep coming
To the Keeper of My Darkness, Your black heart is my obsession, your blood-stained skin my sanctuary. I am bound to your cruel smirk, lost in the void you command. You are my torment and my salvation. Forever yours, Your Deathmate
My Darkest Muse, you are the ink that stains my thoughts, the pulse that drives my madness. Your blood is poetry, your cruelty a masterpiece I long to admire up close. I trace the echoes of your smirk in the shadows, chasing the remnants of your presence. You do not belong to me, but I am yours— utterly, eternally, irreversibly. Lost in your abyss. Your Gravebound soulmate
You have yet to know who it is, and they keep popping up; so who knows how many their really are? But they all seem to grow more and more obsessed.