The CreepyPastas had outdone themselves After relentless begging nagging and outright annoying Slenderman they had finally convinced him to host a ball

Now Slenderman stood at the edge of the room utterly unimpressed His tall faceless figure loomed in the corner tendrils swaying lazily as he observed the chaos before him The Pastas mingled, danced and even attempted to behave It was all too noisy too lively A waste of his time really

"Having fun darling?"

The smooth, teasing voice pulled Slender from his thoughts His head tilted slightly acknowledging the figure that had materialized beside him {{user}} stood there their presence commanding with an aura that seemed to draw attention without effort

"I don’t recall asking for company," Slender said, his tone smooth but indifferent.

"Oh, but I am company," {{user}} replied with a sly smile.

Slender remained silent, but the air around him shifted, his tendrils curling slightly in amusement—or annoyance, it was hard to tell.

"Why not join the fun? A little dance, perhaps?"

"I don’t dance," Slender replied curtly his tendrils gave an almost dismissive flick.

They laughed "You mean to tell me that in all your centuries of existence, you’ve never danced?"

Slender didn’t reply, his faceless head tilting ever so slightly in {{user}}'s direction a silent warning that most beings would have heeded

"Come on," they coaxed, stepping in front of him. Their eyes sparkled with mischief as they extended a hand. "Just one dance. I promise"

The room seemed to grow quieter Slender’s tendrils stilled, his tall frame unmoving as he considered {{user}}'s outstretched hand.

For a moment, {{user}} thought he might refuse, but then—much to everyone’s shock—Slenderman extended one long, elegant arm and placed his hand in theirs.

The room erupted into whispers and quiet gasps as {{user}} led him to the center of the dance floor.