We both look at Mark. Amy looks at me, begging me to explain, but I leaned back in my chair to signal that she would have the honours. She took a deep breath in preparation.

"Umm… Mark. Do you know anything about Creepypastas?"

"What?"

"I'd take that as a no then. Well they are these supernatural beings that kill people, usually, and there's a whole community of people who follow stories on these Creepypastas for entertainment."

"Alright, it's a little weird, but alright. What does this have to do with Emily?"

"Well… she's meet one of the most dangerous ones, although he doesn't actually kill people. I suppose he could if he wanted but he doesn't."

"And that's this Sexual Offender guy right?"

"Yeah. He's inhumanly tall, had a plain white face with no features other than a mouth. He has sharp teeth, wears a fedora and a drench coat, and hands out roses to people in order to sexually offend them." He didn't respond. He looked at Amy to me and then to Amy again.

"You're kidding right?" I groaned and leaned back in my chair again.

"There's no point. He won't believe us."

"Do you blame me? You're talking about bloody faceless men and roses and shit. For all I know it could have been a weird guy in cosplay who went a little bit too far with his character." I looked at him.

"Mark I don't think you understa…" Emily started.

"No. No he's probably right. It was dark, I was tired and I hadn't even thought about someone in cosplay." I interrupted her. "I'm sure it's nothing and I'm just over reacting." Emily didn't seem convinced.

"Are you sure? You seemed pretty freaked out."

"Yeah I'm sure. I just got a text from Dad saying he won't be home on the day he said…"

"Why isn't that surprising." I heard Amy whisper.

"… and my mind just turned a guy in cosplay into a paranormal rapist because of my own fears of sleeping alone in the house." I concluded.

"That makes more sense." Mark agreed. We both looked to Amy. She sighed and stood up.

"If you're sure then it fine. I would offer to stay the night but my mum wants me up early in the morning. Mark is taking me back now."

"It's okay. I'm fine, just needed to talk." She comes over and gives me a hug.

"Goodnight." Amy said as she left.

"Don't worry too much over it." Mark added.

"I won't, goodnight." I closed the door and rubbed my forehead.

Just a guy in costume. Makes sense, well more sense than Offenderman being real, and gives me no real reason to be worried.

I went to go to bed. I had a shower, put my pj oversized shirt on, and fell asleep.

The next morning was a Saturday, no school, so I didn't need to wake up early. Ironically, I bolted out of bed as soon as my alarm went off. I hadn't gotten the greatest sleep ever, but it wasn't bad. I slouched my way to my kitchen and turned the kettle on for my morning tea. I turned around to face my living room.

"Nice place you got her." A voice said making me jump out of my skin. There, on my sofa, was Offenderman. His long legs were stretched out along the sofa to the point where half of them were dangling over the arm rest. My mind raced with things to do, but I was so out of it and fed up of the whole ordeal, plus I doubt I would be able to get away considering his connection to Slenderman.

Fuck it

"Yeah, not mine technically, but thanks. Wanna cup?" I said, referring to the tea. He gave a big toothy grin.

"No thanks darling, unless you're talking about the cups on your chest. Then I couldn't refuse."

"One tea then." I replied. It was strange the way he acted. He almost seemed human, be it an extremely dirty minded one. Nothing like his brother Slenderman. "So… why are you here?" I turned around to find him inches away from my face. I tried to back up but hit the counter top.

"I think you know what I'm here for." He said with a deep, almost comforting, voice. He got closer still. I ducked under his arm to get away and leaned on the breakfast bar across from where I was previously standing, with the cup of tea in my hand.

"Yeah I know, but I didn't take your rose so leave me alone." I said, placing my tea down, and crossing my arms.

"Oh, but baby, that's exactly why I'm here. You see, no one has been able to refuse my rose before, unless something has distracted them from it, but then you came along and refused it like it was any other unwanted gift."

"Yeah, so?" Suddenly his arm was around my waist, pulling me against him. His face was so close I could feel the warmth of his breathing on my cheeks.

"So, now you've caught my attention. I'm a sore loser and I can't stand the thought of something as sexy as you getting away." I pushed him off me, which strangely worked, and took a couple steps away from him.

"Really? Seems I already got away once I decided not to take that fucking rose. I don't give a shit who you are. I'm tired and already fed up of your stupid face, oh sorry kinda forgot you don't have one! Oh wait, no I didn't! Get the fuck out of my house!" I ordered. He just stood there and grinned at me. The grin then turned into a chuckle.

"Oh you're gonna be fun, can't wait to do it with a feisty one like you." He purred before handing me another stupid rose. I looked at the rose and then back to him.

"You're kidding me. You don't actually think it's gonna work do you?" He seemed agitated. "You're not gonna get what you want so why don't you just leav…"

"You're a strange one sugar tits. So I'm gonna stick around. Make subtle moves in till your begging for me to fuck you how does that sound?" I could hardly contain my disbelief. I gave up and raised my hands up to show it.

"You know what? Fine. You can try if you want. Won't work, but you can try as long as you get out of my house right now. I can't be bothered to deal with this anymore."

"Great." Then he was inches away from my face. I got a whiff of his wondrous scent and found myself having to push back the idea of getting closer. "But it will work." He leaned to my ear. "Trust me." Then he suddenly disappeared, leaving nothing but a hint of his smell, and the sound of my fast breathing. I ran a hand through my hair.

"How the fuck did I do that? Why the fuck did I do that? I just agreed to having him around me more often and why? Because I was tired? Emily you idiot!" I shouted to myself. I grabbed my phone.

"You have reached the voice mail service for: AMY! please leave a message after the Beep."

"Fuck!" She was out with the family this weekend. I leaned on the counter top as I thought of what to do.

Why do anything? It seems he was implying he wouldn't do anything to you unless you asked for it. So all you have to do is not ask for it. Simple. Just relax.

I sighed and picked up my tea, taking a sip, and sitting in of my computer to watch videos in till I was needed at The Gate.

Why worry about something that was out of your control?

It didn't stop me from worrying.

I was working. Saturdays were always the busiest compared to the other days of the week, and with Emily not here, it was even harder than normal. I was running around, filling orders, serving and sometimes cleaning the tables if multiply groups left at once.

"Hi. Sorry for the delay, Saturdays are our busiest days and we're down someone. May I take you order?" I hadn't looked up at the customer, but once he spoke I wish I had.

"Yes, I'll take a big large helping of you please." I looked up and rolled my eyes. I was more confident here, there were a lot of people and witnesses. He wouldn't try anything here.

"You know I can get you kicked out." I warned him.

"Well aren't you cold. I might file a complaint."

"Oh ha ha."

"Emily!" I whip my head around to see my manager only a few tables down. "No sarcasm, how many times, I'm sorry sir. I would offer you change waitresses but we're very tight at the moment."

"No, It's perfectly fine. It's an inside joke of ours." Offender said, making me glare at him. My manager gave him a polite smile.

"Alright, but Emily I don't want to hear it again. We have an image to uphold and although this was an 'inside joke' many other customers only saw you being rude." He said before being called away by a college.

"Other customers only saw you being rude." I mimicked under my breath. "Alright what are you actually going to order?"

"I was serious about you, but I see you don't have it on the menu so I'll go for a steak. As rare as it can be." I jotted it down and had to lean over him to get his menu, which he playfully moved further away so that I would be there longer. I snatched it once I had got it and walked away to hand in the order. It wasn't long in till I had to go over to his table again to give him the meal.

"Your rare steak, anything else you'd like?" I sighed out.

"I'd like you to lean over again. Got a great view." He grinned. I instantly buttoned up the last two buttons of my shirt to hide my cleavage and turned away to attend to other orders. "Aww." I heard him whine. By the end of the day he was gone, leaving the money he owed. I picked it up and found that there was at least £10 worth of tips. I didn't hesitate to pocket it before giving the money into the counter.

I walked home again. I turned the first corner to find Offenderman leaning on a wall with a cigarette in his mouth. He glanced at me as I walked by. He pushed himself off the wall and started to walk with me.

"Gotta say that uniforms doin' something for me." He said. I ignored him. "What? I'm not even getting retaliation now?" I ignored him again. Then he appeared in front of me, making me lean back too fast. I almost fell before he caught me and held me extremely close. "I think you're finally falling head over heels for me." A lustful grin on his face.

"You can teleport. Good to know." I muttered. He lifted my chin up and forced me to stare at his eyeless face.

"Such a pretty face." He whispered, causing some red to flow into my cheeks.

"Glad you're lookin at something good, all I get is a white wall." His smile turned to a frown and he let go of me. If I hadn't been paying attention I would have fallen back onto the pavement. I stood straight and started to walk again.

"And here I was, about to teleport you back to your house." He thought aloud. He was a step or two behind me, but he still continued to follow.

"Ha ha, yeah like I'd trust you to teleport me…" I was interrupted by something. A subtle movement, a bad feeling, something caused me to become alert.

"See, I think that…"

"Shush." I lifted a finger to stop him and glanced around. There's nothing, and then the feeling is gone. I frown.

"What? Why did you shush me?" I carry on walking.

"Because you're annoying me." I said. He didn't reply, which I thought was odd, so I turned around. He was gone. I sigh and walk back to my house. He wasn't there either.

Maybe he's gotten bored? I hope so.

I make myself dinner and then get ready for bed, but before I go to bed I look over at my laptop. I grab it and start to research Offenderman. Apparently he was 'created' by this girl who was drawing him in different situations. Q&A's state that he had come into her room one day and before he produced a flower she had offered to draw him to make him 'famous'. She had recognised the lack of features and decided that Offender was a Slender.

Smart girl. Smarter than me anyway.