anonymous asked: You're taking prompts? Why didn't I know? Eh... Would it be possible that you write a fanfic in which Sanji is the Slenderman? Dunno what the plot would be. But it'd be awesome if you tried. If you want, that is. Please?

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That feeling that he was being watched was haunting Zoro again. He peered around, looking over his shoulder and surveying the surrounding area. There was nothing there though, unless you counted some trees and a drinking fountain.

This was getting ridiculous. Zoro shrugged further into his coat in frustration. It wasn't the first time Zoro had felt this feeling of being watched. It was a near constant feeling these days; even at night he would lie awake for hours, afraid to close his eyes in case his stalker decided to make his move.

A rustle of leaves startled Zoro from his grumpy thoughts, and he twisted to face the noise. A squirrel made its way down the trunk of a tree and across the ground before disappearing from view again.

This was getting ridiculous.

Zoro made it to the safety of his home and slammed the door securely behind him, pressing his back against it. He was going crazy, he was sure of it. With a relieved sigh, Zoro turned to turn the lock, just to be safe, and let out a startled yelp.

There, on his porch, stood a figure, too tall to be normal, with long, slender legs, and a slim figure. The person was dressed nicely in a freshly pressed suit and a blue pinstriped shirt. His face was a blank white canvas save for the one distinctive eyebrow shape that curled at the end and a mop of blond hair fell onto his "face".

Zoro yelped again, falling away from the door as the figure moved when he did, following his every movement with none existent eyes.

Using every last ounce of his courage, Zoro threw himself at the door, twisting the deadbolt lock into place before running for his room, hoping to hide away long enough to call the police.

The startled teen fled the room, disappearing from the windows view. Not that that was going to do him any good. If the figure had a face, he would have been smirking. As it was his only distinct feature, the one curled eyebrow twitched in happiness as he moved through the door like it was water rather than solid wood and set off to pursue his prey.