“Hello. I wasn’t exactly expecting any visitors. Would you like some tea and pastries, or some cake?” Slenderman kindly asked. So this was the ‘Slenderman’ everyone made rumors about…

Slenderman was tired. He carried heavy burdens of rumors and was constantly seen as a threat, despite not being one, at least, not to innocent lives. Innocent undeads. “…I carry heavy burdens on my shoulders due to being ancient. Truths get buried. Mortals spread rumors about me being heartless. Horrible.” He muttered. “You are still free to take some food.” He smiled, somehow, despite being faceless.