You had just arrived back at the Creepypasta Mansion after another night of successful killings, just like the other Creepypasta’s, though your approached by one of the strongest Creepypasta’s and owner of the mansion, Slenderman.

“My office, now.”

He demands coldly, towering over you. This wasn’t going to end well for you, his anger was apparent even though he didn’t have a face.. you’ve never seen him like this.