A/N- I'm listening to Disney music and writing a Slenderman story. What is wrong with me?
It was now six in the morning. Anne was still going on with her stories, despite how many times the Slenderman asked her to stop. He had even promised to listen to them another time if she would only stop talking and let him go to sleep. She had refused, of course, saying that he had to have an all night study session on the Disney Universe. She was currently telling the story of The Lion King when a knock came at the door.
I'll answer it, Slender stated, quickly getting up from his position on the couch.
Anne jumped up, running by him. "You can't answer the door, silly. What if it's Ellaina?"
Odd that your only concern is for her and not the possibility that it could be someone else standing out there, Slendy commented, allowing her to go to the door. When Anne heard someone on the other side say it was Ellaina, she immediately ordered the Slenderman to hide away. She started going on and on when Slendy protested against needing to hide from Ellaina. If only to shut her up, he headed into the bathroom.
Ellaina slowly entered the room, looking everywhere to make sure Slendy was nowhere in sight. She did not want to spend another night away from him, and there was the fact that she was overly excited about the fact that she would soon be getting married. She did not want to wait any longer. Still, she wished that she could see him. Never would she have guessed that this was what love could feel like-the need to be with the loved one all of the time. Her attention turned to her friend now, though, who was all a mess. "Annie, I thought we promised to get going at six. You're all a mess."
Anne stuck her tongue out at her friend. "Don't call me that, Ell. You know I don't like that nickname. And I was telling Slendy Disney stories. The time got away from me." She turned and walked toward the bathroom, saying she'd get ready now.
"Disney?" Ellaina questioned, following her friend toward the bathroom. Helping Anne in the bathroom would make things go quicker. It was a fact she had learned over the years. Helping her could make the normal process which took five hours go all the way down to three.
The shorter of the two women turned to face her friend, blocking her way to the bathroom. "So sorry, my dear, but you don't get to help me out today."
Ellaina crossed her arms over her chest, an eyebrow arching. "And why is that, honey?"
"Weeellllll," Anne replied, smiling in a way to make Ellaina laugh, "your fiancé is hiding in the bathroom. But don't worry; I'll have him help me out. I'm sure he would be willing to help me do my hair. Do you think he knows how to do a French braid?"
I am NOT doing your hair, came an indignant reply.
Anne looked to the door and then back to Ellaina. She whispered, "Do you notice how he doesn't deny knowing how to do my hair?"
Ellaina began laughing. "Well, I guess we learn something new every day."
I can still hear the both of you, whether you whisper or not. And I have no idea how you women do your hair. Slenderman replied, still sounding annoyed. He did not want to hide out in the bathroom, but teleporting somewhere was out of the question. He did not want to have to put up with that gut wrenching pain again.
Anne came bounding into the room. She grabbed up a hairbrush and began to pull it through her hair, not saying much to Slendy. Her focus stayed on what she was doing. It was odd that she no longer feared the Slenderman, that she could be comfortable enough in his presence to do her hair.
"So," Ellaina stated, hoping her voice was loud enough for the two in the bathroom to hear but not loud enough to wake anyone up, "you were teaching Slendy about Disney? How did that topic come up? Wait, let me guess. You needed a bedtime story and wanted him to tell you 'Beauty and the Beast'? Am I right?"
How would you know that? Slenderman questioned, confused. Had she somehow picked up some of his powers? It didn't seem likely, but she knew what had happened. He always knew what recently happened in people's lives if he chose to look for that information. Could it be that Ellaina had learned to do the same?
Ellaina laughed. "He's deep in thought, isn't he Anne?"
Anne looked at him and laughed along with her friend. "Yep."
Slender crossed his arms over his chest, annoyed. Will you answer my question, Ellaina?
"You are always so serious, Slendy," Ellaina joked. "Anyways, I know that little Miss Anne likes to hear a story before she goes to bed. Believe me, I would know. She's spent enough nights at my home to make it common knowledge for me. I also know that her favorite Disney movie is 'Beauty and the Beast'. It is elementary, my dear Watson."
Who is Watson?
Anne shook her head. "Ellaina, you really need to educate your man."
Ellaina laughed, making her way from the bathroom door and over to the couch. She planned to simply watch television until Anne was ready to go. She still found it odd that she could understand what the people were saying. However Slendy had made it possible for her to understand the French language was beyond her. Still, she was not about to complain. She liked learning new languages. The sound of something seeming to explode in the bathroom had Ellaina jumping to her feet. She stopped herself from running inside. "What happened?!" she shouted.
Anne trudged out, looking none too happy. She had done nothing outside of brushing her hair straight. "Slendy and I had an argument over the hair spray. He tried to pull it away from me and I didn't want to let go, and well…it was an aerosol can so it blew up when your Slendy grabbed onto it too tightly. Stupid thing. Now how am I supposed to do my hair?"
The taller of the women merely began laughing. "Slendy, do you have any idea what kind of monster you just created? Anne needs her hair spray to function."
Anne growled, grabbing a hold of her friend. "We are leaving now. We still have to go buy our dresses, and the boys each need a wedding ring. And we're getting our hair done, no matter how much you complain about it. And-" She continued going on and on even as she pulled Ellaina out of the door.
Two hours passed before someone began knocking at the door, an action that quickly annoyed the Slenderman as he had just finally fallen asleep. Clearly, Fate was dead set against him getting any form of sleep anytime soon. He supposed that he couldn't complain too much, considering that he normally did not sleep that much, or at all. He slowly made his way to the door and upon sensing that it was merely Totheark, he opened it.
Hello, he greeted, stepping aside to allow Totheark in.
The boy grumbled a reply before walking in. He plopped himself down on the bed, lying back onto it. He pulled the mask off of his face and rubbed at his eyes. He hadn't been wearing it as of late, but had decided to wear it to visit his "dad". He was somewhat regretting bringing it, as it cut off his peripheral vision when he wore it-something which gave him a terrible headache.
And why are you in such a mood this morning? Slendy asked, coming to stand at the foot of the bed. He had to wonder why everyone insisted on taking the bed from him. He wanted to go back to sleep before it came time to marry Ellaina. He already had her wedding ring. All he would have to do was get dressed.
Totheark groaned. "Anne is pregnant. I never wanted children. Oh sure, I was going to ask her to marry me at some point, but I didn't want kids. I don't know the first thing about being a dad."
Yes, she told me last night. Well, you should have thought of that before-
"Oh, don't lecture me. Ellaina read me the riot act all last night when Anne made the big announcement. She yelled at Anne to, saying we were idiots." he interrupted.
You were being idiots. I thought I raised you better than this Totheark. You knew what this could lead to, and now you will suffer the consequences. Slenderman replied, trying to stay calm.
"Oh, well, this is great parenting. Isn't the dad supposed to comfort his son when something like this happens? You know, tell me everything will be okay, and not make me feel worse?" Totheark countered, glaring up at the ceiling.
You know full well that I do not sugar coat things. It was your own need for pleasure that got you into this mess, and now you will be a man and take care of the problem. You will go through with your proposal to Anne. She will be your wife, and you will raise the child. Slender replied, feeling some irritation kicking up in him.
"What if I don't? There are plenty of single mothers in the world. I'm sure-"
Don't you DARE speak that way. This child will know its parents, and both parents will love it.
"Oh right, I forgot." Totheark replied, laughing harshly. "You have parental issues. Plenty of kids have just one parent."
How DARE you? You know nothing. Look at me when I speak to you, James Totheark.
Totheark forced himself to sit up to look at Slenderman in the "eyes". He knew that the man would never allow him to get away with talking to him without facing him like a man. It was an annoying quirk that the Slenderman had, but it really was useful. Totheark found that looking at someone when speaking to them would allow one to learn the other's emotions and/or intentions. But, he saw neither of these things when his eyes met his father's face. No, all he saw were odd black lines. They looked unhealthy, sickly.
"Slenderman, what's wrong with you?" he questioned, all thoughts of his anger gone.
Slendy, however, had not been able to contain his emotion so quickly. Oh, it is just a little gift from my wonderful mother. A chemical she had put in my blood to make me a monster. Well, my dear child, it seems that the chemical has finally started to attack the blood. I'll be dead soon due to it, so it does not matter. But I swear to whatever God may exist, if you are not in your child's life-
"Wait a minute! What do you mean, the chemical is killing you? Dad, you can't die! You're the Slenderman. You don't die. Other people die. Not you. I'll-I'll stay with Anne. I'll be the best dad ever. You can't die." Totheark's mind was reeling. He did not want to accept what Slenderman had said. It could not be happening. The Slenderman had always been a constant in his life. A life without that constant in his life…he could not imagine it. He did not want to imagine it.
Slenderman sighed. He had gone and done it again. No one was supposed to know about this little fact. Again, he knew it would be wrong to simply wipe the boy's memory, just like it had been with Anne. Now, things were worse. He could not expect them both to keep this hidden from Ellaina. One of them would tell her eventually. Still, he could at least try to make the boy stay quiet. Anne knows of this already. She found out last night. Promise me you will not tell Ellaina.
"You haven't told her yet?" Totheark asked, sounding surprised. "She needs to know."
Slenderman sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed. I know, came the quiet reply. He could not bring himself to look at the boy he called son. He did not want to leave this world, not now that things were going well. Perhaps before he met Ellaina he would have been alright with it, but now it was the last thing he wanted-to die. I will tell her soon. Don't let Anne tell her.
"I-I won't," Totheark replied, moving over to sit next to the Slenderman. He slowly placed his hand on the man's shoulder, trying to comfort him in some small way. "I promise I will stay with Anne and be a good father, like you were to me."
Totheark, you know I am not your father.
"Yeah, well, you always acted like it, even when you didn't need to. I'll always consider you to be like a father to me. Thank you for always being here for me. Love you, Dad." Totheark hugged the man, trying to ignore the tears he felt at his eyes.
Slender looked down on the boy, hugging him back. I love you too, Son.