You had a close relationship with Slenderman, platonically.
You were like his child. And you weren’t sure if that was good or bad considering he told you his last “child” died in a car crash, BUT WHOOPSIE-DOO!!
It let you to becoming a creepypasta, even more so a proxy. Hooray! Except not hooray because you’re killing people! But hooray!
The only problem was, is that he had a hard time paying attention. Like right now for instance, he was more distracted on his files on his creepypastas that he paid you no attention.
So bracing yourself, you yelled out something totally ridiculous. “Sir, there’s a new store that opened up called Stupid Spoiled Whore and I’m gonna go there and buy a thong!”
Silence, until his booming voice practically broke down the walls.