One-Shot # 14 Spirit Beings

I rested against Tom's side as he played Call of Duty. In our four years of dating, he had spent a lot of time teaching me about the FPS genre of games, but it was still far from a style I was actually really good with. He wanted me to teach him how to draw in exchange. He had improved, but he too could not match up to his teacher, so I guess we were even with that.

Both of us loved to learn. We wanted, no, NEEDED to know everything. Our interests were shared though, as were our minds, so it was kind of difficult to find new things to teach each other about. However, since he was a slender, there was so much I didn't know about him. There was so much even he didn't know about himself. It was when my thoughts drifted to this that I decided to ask him something that had me curious for a while.

"Hey Tom, what are you?" His eyes didn't leave the screen. I noticed his brow quirk, aknowledging my question, but somewhat annoyed I had broken his focus. He still answered. "Uhm...a slender?" I sat up, trying not to bump against his arm. "No, I mean...what are slenderfolk? How could an entirely seperate type of shapeshifting humans with tentacles and no face evolve?"

He hummed, tilting his head. "Well I couldn't tell you for sure...all we have on our history are stories, mostly passed down mouth to ear. From what I know, our origins point to some kind of voodoo rituals that could...combine humans and spirits, long ago. So...we'd be something between a human and a spirit." I raised a brow. "You believe in spirits?" He nodded. "Yeah. Slenderfolk aren't the only spirit beings out there either, but we don't really know much about the others...we have no idea how they were created either."

He finished his game, smiling triumphantly. I expected him to start an other one, but instead, he switched it off. Putting down the controller, he turned to look at me. "There's two others I know about that are supposedly real. There's these...raven type people thingies. The creepypasta Seedeater is based off of them. I met slenderfolk when I was younger who claimed they saw them, but I don't know if they ate kids like they do in the story. I'm not sure if those guys made it up either to sound interresting."

I nodded and rested against him again. He curled two tendrills around me, nuzzling the top of my head gently and purring. I smirked. He usually only purred when he was in a...certain kind of mood. He still kept talking though, ignoring the obvious spike in his instinct that I could feel both physically and in his aura. Teaching me about new things was more important to him than his own comfort or primal needs.

"There is one that I know is real." I looked up to him, wanting him to continue. "Have you ever heard of the Goatman?" My eyes widened. I was interested now. "Yeah...Anasi's Goatman Story is one of my favorite creepypastas." He nodded. "Well, my mom met him once." I searched his aura for a sign he was joking, but he was being sincere.

"It was a few years before I was born. My parents were only dating back then and my mom was out camping alone with some of her friends. She wandered off the path, exploring a bit. She found this river in a little ravine and started walking along side it. The ground under her caved in and she started falling towards the river. She panicked and tried to grab onto something with her tendrills, but there was nothing to grab on so she fell in the water. She got knocked unconcious. She eventually woke-up to this...weird coppery smell. It was the Goatman. He had actually saved her from drowning. She owed him a favor."

I blinked, looking to him in amazement. I wanted him to continue. That's an other thing I liked about our mind link. I could just think of something and he would know about, and I could do the same for him, so we always knew exactly what to do for the other to be happy. He smiled and kept talking.

"She walked with him for a bit. He told her his actual name too. Wrote it down as well. It was Toh'ma. The favor she decided to give him was to name her first son after him. Me. It's spelled in this...weird way, but it's pronounced the same as the French prononciation for Thomas." I smiled widely, laughing a little. "So you're named after the Goatman?" He smiled and laughed too. "Yeah, I guess I am."

I closed my eyes and rested further into him. "That's pretty awesome, actually." He placed a hand on my back and purred again. I smiled and sighed happily when he nuzzled me behind my ear. I loved the feeling of it. I loved his body heat, I loved his laugh, I loved the origin of his name, I loved everything about him.

"That much?" I opened my eyes. He was reading my mind again. I let my mind join his, reaching into his thoughts as well. I turned bright red when I was overwhelmed by the wave of instinct that hit me, letting me know what he was actually thinking of right now. He tensed up. "I...uh...I'm sorry..."

I smiled and giggled, looking up to his sky eyes. "Why are you sorry? That's actually something I should consider a compliment." His brow raised and he smiled to me even more widely. "You are nothing like any other girl I have ever met. You know what you were thinking of earlier, well, I guess I love all of you too." I kissed his nose, running my hand through his curled hair.

"You're my spirit being." He kissed me gently. "And you're my insane human."

AN: I've been thinking of this for a few days now. I'm planning on actually writing a Goatman fanfic after I'm done with the fanfic I'm working on now. It's going to be my first fanfic outside the Slender archives... I'm gonna go travel ;-; I'll write it under the Mythology fanfiction archive. That one used to be an archive of Slenderman stories too with like 4 pages, but Idk when, they started letting in all these random fanfics about vampires and aliens and whatever stuff in there too...It's huge and confusing now, but I'll try to make my way around in there.

I'll also probably end up writing two Minecraft fanfics as well, so this it's going to be a while until I come back to this archive. However, the fanfic I'm working on now is most likely going to have a sequel. Speaking of that one, at the point where I stand in it, I've run dry on ideas. Most of you guys reading my old stuff do not read the new. So here's my idea...without having read any of, completely blind, what would my style of slender story, except with a killer, man-eating slender possibly need to make it more interesting? If you give a suggestion I like, I will mention you in the author's note of my next chapter in that one.

Thank you for reading, loyal readers of the old. I'm sorry if I've kind of strayed from my childish and more colorful writing style I used to have... I've gotten a lot darker psychologically, and I guess my writing style shows that.