1595: I’ll protect you – Chapter 6


Title: I’ll protect you
Author: Sessh-Amy
Media: Video Games
Topic: Slender: The Eight Pages
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
URL: Chapter 6
Critiqued by Ghostcat





Hello, dear Patrons!

I hope you were having an enjoyable timepart, because I’m here with another chapter. Sorry about that.

In the previous chapter Thaddeus revealed his sassy bitch side while sniping with his sister before he decided to follow the anime trope path even further and make some home-baked goodies for Slendpai. Thaddeus ventured out to the store for ingredients to make apple tarts and had a brief yet awkward social encounter with Carlos, who is definitely suffering from a severe case of the hots for Thaddeus. Immediately after leaving the store Thaddeus was attacked by Designated Asshole Gerald, who threatened both Thaddeus and Slendpai before releasing the little sorrow sponge. Thaddeus panicked and ran off into the forest to find Slendpai, and to exactly no one’s surprise he became completely lost. He stumbled across a creature the narration later purported to be a wendigo, but was never attacked or even threated by the beast because Slendpai swooped in to rescue Thaddeus.

Thus far their relationship consists of Slendpai stalking Thaddeus and then rescuing the boy when he inevitably gets attacked by someone or something.

Slender Man P.O.V.


Wait, there wasn’t an Author’s Note. That’s a bit odd, every other chapter began with a chatty little AN, but this time we’re just jumping straight into Slendpai.

I should probably phrase that differently. Meh.

The wendigo could have killed you! I growled, staring into Thaddeus wide eyes.

Looks like there’s some overlap with the previous chapter. That’s sure to add a lot to the fic.

What was he thinking standing there? The wendigo was about ready to feast on him.

Oh, please. The wendigo followed Thaddeus for a bit and then reached out to touch his cheek; Slendpai has done worse than that. If the wendigo was going to attack, it would have done so while Thaddeus was fumbling around in the forest looking for Slendpai.

If I hadn’t arrived on time, my child would have been destroyed by now.

It is so very, very creepy that you keep referring to him in that way.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t k-know… I just wanted to see you” he stuttered as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The aura around him shifted and soon enough, negative energy was surrounding his small frame. He’s hurt from my outburst. My temper softened when his eyes left my face to look at the ground.

Wait, what?

The hell is this nonsense? Slendpai can see energy auras now? Why hasn’t that been mentioned at any point before this?


“-I’ll leave then, I don’t want to bother you anymore!” he interrupted me before dashing away from me.

Same song, different chapter. How much overlap is there going to be?

Thaddeus, my kitten… I called, about ready to chase after my poor child but instead remained still.

I really wish you would stop calling him your child. That’s just adding an extra layer of squick to the situation.

I should let him be by himself for now; at least until I am sure the wendigoes are meters away from the town.

That’s … not very far. I’d think you’d want them to be kilometers away, not just a few meters. I do find it interesting that The Slender Man has apparently converted to the metric system while Thaddeus was using Imperial units earlier in the fic. That’s actually a good way to differentiate between the characters, if it was done intentionally.

And since when are there multiple wendigoes?

Still, I shouldn’t let Thaddeus run off without protection. One of my appendages sprang from my back and takes off, following after Thaddeus.

Why does Slendpai keep indulging in this strange self-mutilation? Glossing over that fact that this is a completely ass-pulled ability for him to have, much like that aura-sensing ability that suddenly sprang up out of nowhere, he already has an appendage-bit attached to Thaddeus’ ankle so this is unnecessary.

It won’t exactly protect him, but it will notify me when Thaddeus life is at stake.

Then what was the point of sending an entire appendage when the little appendage-bit on his ankle could presumably do the same thing? Slendpai is being very wasteful with his resources; how many appendages does he have and how long does it take to regrow the entire thing? And why is he making the appendage physically follow Thaddeus? Slendpai already knows where Thaddeus is  going and can teleport!

A flock of crows fly above me, cawing in an attempt to warn other animals that there’s danger nearby. I faced the direction the crows were flying away from.

Couldn’t they be flying away from you? You’re supposedly a dangerous thing.

I don’t know where these deadly creatures came from, but I will put an end to them.

You’ve already had an opportunity to do just that AND YOU LET IT GO! I could understand if you were going to track it back to its den or nest or what have you, but you sent your appendage after Thaddeus rather than after the wendigo.

I hid behind a fairly large tree and made my way through the shadows.


I don’t think you understand how hiding, trees, or shadows work. And again – Slendpai can teleport. There doesn’t seem to be any rules governing his ability, so what’s keeping him from just poofing directly into the wendigo nest or hive or whatever?

Thaddeus P.O.V.


My eyes flutter open and a groan escapes my lips.

:hand drifts towards the Bad Touch Button:

I pushed myself up on my elbows and rubbed my tired eyes. “Note to self, don’t sleep on the floor,” I told myself as I stood up from the ground and leaned against the door frame for support.

Ohhhhh, okay.

“What happened?” I groaned, running my hand through my hair.


I dunno. I’m not even sure where this patch of floor is located in the Void. I assume it’s somewhere in your house, but I don’t know why you would choose to sleep on the floor over sleeping in your bed if that was the case.

Images of what happened earlier today replayed in my head like a video.

What, like with static bands and a horribly grainy resolution? Or were you watching yourself on an internal version of YouTube which I’m now dubbing MeTube? That’s just a really odd turn of phrase.

Wait a second … Today? As in this is the same day that the previous chapters occurred? Now I’m even more confused by his sleeping on the floor. Thaddeus ran home and went to his bedroom, but there is no reason he would have laid down on his floor for a quick nap. I assume a bedroom would have some kind of bed in it.

I remembered Gerald’s threat, I remembered the encounter with that monster, and I remembered seeing… Slender Man.

I think you should focus more on those first two things, as they are imminent threats to your person, rather than mooning over Slendpai.

My eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Thaddeus has the most emotive eyebrows I’ve ever stumbled across.

“He sounded really mad,” I thought before walking over to my bed and flopping myself on it.

Thaddeus was literally within walking distance of his bed and yet still chose to sleep on the floor? Nani?

My mind went back to that monstrous creature I saw. “What was it?” I questioned, shuddering from the memory of the creatures monstrous appearance. Was it an animal or human?

Y’know, the description was very unclear on the matter. I assume Thaddeus, who actually saw the creature, would be able to figure out if it was human or not even though the audience has no clue.

I’ve never seen it in town before…

Do you typically see horrifying monsters roaming the streets? Because that could mean that everything that’s happening is just an elaborate hallucination.

Though, its appearance did seem familiar. What did Slender man call it?

If it seemed familiar, then why didn’t his internal monologue mention that during the encounter?

And don’t tell me that the wendigo is going to have the hots for Thaddeus, too. I WILL do someone an injury.

“Wendigo?.. Wendigo… A WENDIGO?!” I nearly yelled before covering my mouth with my hands to keep silent.

I’m assuming from that reaction that he knows what a wendigo is.

OH MY GOD! I quickly sat up from my bed and walked over to my desk computer.

Wait, what?

I search up the name Wendigo and sure enough I saw images of creatures looking almost identical to what I saw.

So he doesn’t know what  wendigo is? Or is he just confirming his suspicions?

I’ve done a Google Image search for “wendigo” and there’s a few different versions of the creature (quite a bit of it fanart from Until Dawn) and a few that are similar to the “furry humanoid with a deer skull head” that I think the author was trying to describe. That’s not the only version out there, though.

I knew it! No wonder that creature looked familiar. The wendigo, that is if I remember correctly, is from a Native American legend. If I recall, wendigo is some sort of curse that is given to a human who has eaten another human.

Dude, you’re at a computer actively looking up the creature; why are you relying on your memory? That’s what Google is for!

The victim’s appearance then changes and its only desire is to satisfy it’s never ending hunger with human flesh.

Which again makes me wonder why the wendigo didn’t immediately devour you while you were floundering around in the woods.

“This isn’t happening, the legend can’t be true, It’s only a myth!” I told myself.

Kind of like The Slender Man is only a myth?

My heart rate quickened from fear of the Wendigo actually finding me and killing me.

It did find you and didn’t kill you, so I think your fears are groundless.

I rubbed my hands over my arms for comfort and leaned back against my desk’s chair. Has it eaten anybody?

:points at previous paragraph:

It says RIGHT THERE that the wendigo is created by a curse triggered when a human eats human flesh. In order to transform into its current form it would have had to eat someone.

To my knowledge, no one has been reported dead or missing. It’s a pretty small town so word goes around quick.

Yeah, but you don’t have any friends to gossip with – which is apparently how you think the news of deaths and/or missing persons is relayed to the public. And I can’t help but point out that you are currently using a computer and thus would be able to search for things like recent deaths or missing persons quite easily.

 Maybe Slender man is protecting the town from it?

He did kind of save you from the thing, but that doesn’t mean he’s protecting the entire town. If it had been Gerald instead of you who was attacked, I doubt he would have acted in the same manner.

“…You shouldn’t be here…” the tall man’s voice echoed angrily in the back of my head. My chest tightened painfully from the memory. He was so angry with me. Why? Did I do something wrong? I sighed in disappointment. Well I should have expected this.

All aboard the Pity Train!


Everyone eventually gets sick and tired of me. It’s no surprise that Slender man would be disgusted by me too. Maybe he realized that I’m a waste of his time.


He was watching you from the forest while you were in class! That’s the act of an obsessed stalker, not someone who gives no damns about you.

That probably explains why I didn’t see him for a while.




“Maybe he does hate me,” I chuckled as a sad smile formed on my lips.

Then why did he rescue you from the wendigo?

Well at least it was nice having somebody care about me for a moment.

So Carlos doesn’t count anymore?

A single tear drop ran down my cheek. “No don’t cry Thaddeus! Look on the bright side; at least you got to see him one last time!” I said, trying to cheer myself up.

There was nothing about that encounter that made it sound like Slendpai didn’t want to see you again. You were the one who ran off like a little bitch.

I wiped my cheek with my shirts sleeve. Man, all I ever do is cry! I should learn to man up one of these days.

I don’t see that happening any time soon. You’re actually turning into a Designated Damsel in Distress.

A gust of wind came through the open window, causing me to shiver on my seat.

It’s nearly Halloween – why the hell is your window open?!?

I glanced out the window. The moon was already out and the stars were shining brightly in the sky.

The narration keeps stressing how this town is located deep in a forest, but there’s always a clear view of everything.

“What time is it?” I asked myself before looking down at my wristwatch.


I dunno. The author isn’t very good at establishing things like time or place.

Wow, it’s already midnight…well I don’t have school tomorrow so I shouldn’t worry.

A kid, worried about staying up late?


I stood up from my chair and walked towards the window.

Wait, how far away was the window? Thaddeus could see the moon and stars, so I assumed he was close enough to look up over the treetops. Now I’m not sure what’s going on.

I watched the tree’s rustle in the wind one more time before shutting my window. I close the blinds and walked back to my bed. I sat on the edge of it and sighed. “I hope… I wish that… I…” I started, not really knowing what I wanted to say at the moment, but one thing’s for sure. I don’t want Slender man to hate me like the others, I want to be his friend. I want to have someone I can trust. I want… “…I want to see him.”

You should have done all that wishing while you were at the window, then you could have picked up a sassy cricket in a top hat and spats for a sidekick.

…Thaddeus… I jumped at the sound of my name. I looked around in the darkness. Was that my imagination? Thaddeus… the voice said again in a hush tone.

My hallucination theory is looking pretty plausible; Thaddeus might need a good antipsychotic more than he needs love.

“Slender M-Man?” I stuttered as I pushed myself against the wall and tried my best to look through the darkness.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed; where did the wall come from?

Was that Slender Man, or did the Wendigo figure out where I live and who I am?

Well, that was quite a leap you took to reach that conclusion. Why would the wendigo even try to track you down? It’s a ravenous beast with an insatiable appetite for human flesh, not a serial killer hand-picking victims. And you know that Slendpai can teleport and should be able to recognize his voice, since you’ve spoken with him several times.

I gasped when I saw a figure move very close towards my face, just like when the Wendigo was reaching out towards me with its paws.

But does it look like the wendigo? Slendpai and the wendigo look completely different, to the point that you should be able to tell the difference even in a darkened room.

I faced my head away and clenched my eyes shut.

Your verbing is fraught with weirdness.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” I pleaded, silently praying that Slender Man would come to my rescue again.

So you’ve not only forgotten about your conviction that Slendpai now hates you, but you’ve also decided that this unknown figure is the wendigo despite the complete lack of any substantiating evidence.

I jumped when its cold fingers brushed against my cheek. Fear not my kitten; it is I, the tall man,

Of course it is! Much to the shock of absolutely no one, Slendpai saves Thaddeus even when there’s no real threat present.

I gasped in surprise and looked back towards the figure in front of me. “S-Slender Man?” I asked again. The lights then switch on and I gasped once I saw the suited man hovering over me.

Oh, so Slendpai could have switched the lights on at any time? Does he just enjoy scaring the pants off Thaddeus?

I should probably rephrase that.

He nods his head in response to my question and gently cups my cheek.



“W-Why are you h-ere?” I asked in a whisper, keeping my gaze away from his face and my head tilted away from his hand.

If you’re not looking at him then how did you know he was nodding his head?

My chest tightens fearfully of what he might say or do.

I’m experiencing a similar sensation, but for entirely different reasons than you are.

Did he come here to tell me in person that he hates me and never wants to see me again, or did he come to make fun of me for thinking we could have been friends?

He suddenly appears in your bedroom in the middle of the night and starts gently caressing your face while you are laying on your bed.

No; no, I do not think he’s here to tell you that he hates you.

I’m not here to harm you child, I came to apologize, he says.

Is that what the kids are calling it now?

He then placed his free hand on my other cheek and gently forced me to face him, in an attempt to make me look at him, but I kept my eyes averted from him.



I’m afraid to face him at the moment. Thaddeus, forgive me for my outburst. I was afraid that the Wendigo would harm you, so my anger got the best of me. I didn’t mean to hurt you child. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me? He pleaded as he brushed my hair behind my ear.

So Slendpai has both hands on Thaddeus’ face, trying to force the boy to look at him, and still manages to do the hair-tuck behind the ear” thing? Did he use one of his appendages?

I glanced up at his pale face.

That you’re still not looking at. Also, he doesn’t have a face.

Above the crease of where his eyebrows should be were furrowed, making him look as if he was sincerely sorry.

…Bwa? How not-face do that?

“O-okay,” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Y-you don’t hate me?” I asked, hoping to God that he would give me the answer I wanted to hear.

Ugh. If this gets any more saccharine I’m going to have to change the fic title to Sweet N’ Low.

A low chuckle erupts from the tall man’s throat, causing me to blush. My kitten, I would never hate you. I wasn’t lying when I said I’ll protect you, he says.

How is anything emerging from his throat if he doesn’t have a mouth? Is he farting out the laughter?

My lips broke out into a smile.

With tiny little hammers of joy.

“Really? I’m so glad!” I laughed, feeling tears of relief and joy run down my cheeks, “I was s-so scared that y-you hated me, I’m so glad you don’t!”

Wow. Sudden mood shift is sudden.

Thaddeus… Slender man starts as one of his appendages wraps its self around my waist.



I find it odd that the author seems hesitant to use the word “tentacle” while writing what is essentially tentacle porn – or at least tentacle erotica.

I gasped when I was suddenly hoisted up and carried towards slender man’s chest.



He wraps his arms around my small frame and says …do not doubt me Thaddeus.



All I wish is to see you smile and live happily. I don’t want you to live a life full of fear and sadness.

Which is why you ignored him for an unknown number of years while he was getting his ass kicked on a regular basis, right?

I nodded my head, listening to the rhythm of his smooth beating heart.

Unless Slendpai has a tiny jazz trio in his central organ of circulation, that’s probably the wrong adjective to use in this situation.

So he is alive! He isn’t a like the walking dead then. That’s a relief! Indeed I am very much alive as you are my kitten, Slender Man chuckles.

Wait, what?

A gasped and pushed at his chest to stare at his face. “D-Did I say that aloud? Cause I have a bad habit of doing that! I don’t even notice when I do it! I must have sounded rude, please forg-” my outburst was silenced when his middle and index fingers pressed against my lips.

Worry not my kitten, I am a telepathic, he explains before removing his fingers.

No, you’re someone with telepathic abilities – A.K.A. a telepath. There is a difference between nouns and verbs.

“A telepathic? So in other words, you can read my mind?” I asked, earning a nod from him. “Wow, that’s really cool!”

No, that’s a huge invasion of your privacy and the reason that “undisciplined use of telepathic abilities” is high on my list of personal pet peeves.

Not only can I read your thoughts, I can also communicate with you through our minds, like I am right now, he explains, gently tugging me towards his chest.

But only because you’re touching each other right now; because, as was previously stated in the fic, Slendpai is only a touch-telepath.

“Really?” I asked, resting my head on his chest once again. The tall man nods as he runs his hands through my hair. I shivered at how cold his touch was, but it still felt nice.



Sweet mercy, it’s like this is a tabletop game and Thaddeus’ player is rolling nothing but an epic string of crit fails.

My kind doesn’t normally talk, when we want to communicate we speak through our minds, he further explains.

His kind? Does that mean there’s, like, Slender Men and Slender Women and little Slender Children running around somewhere?

Welp, I’m never sleeping again.

“I see,” I sighed, nuzzling my face against his chest.



His suit was smooth and his body was rock hard. I think I can feel well defined muscles too! It feels rather nice.

:Ghostie wordlessly dumps a bucket of boiling Brain Bleach over her head:

I’ve never felt comfort like this before.

Have you tried those memory foam mattresses? Those things are pretty sweet, and probably much more comfortable than cuddling with a eldritch abomination.

I wouldn’t mind staying like this forever.

:refills Brain Bleach bucket and sits it on the stove:

If you stay like this much longer, I’m going to have to go get the big bucket.

The man embracing me chuckles, making me go beat red in embarrassment. “You read my mind didn’t you?”

I did, he says, still chuckling.

“That’s so embarrassing!” I groaned, covering my face with my right hand.

And also illustrates why this a terrible invasion of your most private thoughts. It would be different if Slendpai had asked permission, but he never did.

“So anyway!” I half yelled, trying to change the subject, “if someone were to pass by my room right now and heard us talking, they wouldn’t be able to hear you? Instead they’ll think I’m talking to myself?”

Which leads me to wonder why you’re talking out loud at all. If you aren’t disturbed by Slendpai’s telepathy, then there’s no reason to rely on verbal speech.

That’s correct my kitten, he says, shifting his position on the bed. Now he was lying on his back with me on top of him.

:dumps more Brain Bleach over her head:

That’s not a “shifting” of positions; things went from Thaddeus sitting and/or laying on his bed with Slendpai above him to the exact opposite arrangement.

His knees were bent slightly due to how small my bed was and how tall he was. My blush never left my face; instead I think it got redder.

:distant screams echo through the Library:

I think the blushes finally broke through Batjamags’ defenses.

I shouldn’t think dirty thoughts at a time like this! No, think about something else! Remember Thaddeus, he can read minds!

Wait, now Thaddeus can read minds? I thought this was from Thaddeus’ perspective; he wouldn’t need to read his own mind.

That boy, Gerald, threatened you today? Slender man suddenly asked.

“…Yeah he did, well sort of,” I said, furrowing my eyebrows at the memory, “he said that if you’d interfere again he’d… he’d-“

As you keep pointing out, Slendpai can read your mind. He knows Gerald didn’t “sort of” threaten you.

AND WOULD YOU LAY OFF THE EYEBROWS ALREADY?!? Jeez, you could plant the back forty with all the furrows Thaddeus has been conjuring up.

-Hurt me? Slender man finished. I nodded my head and swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Thaddeus, do not worry, Gerald can’t hurt.

And Slendpai can’t grammar.

“How can you be so sure?” I asked pushing myself off his chest. I looked down at his face in worry. “Gerald is capable of anything. I’m actually surprised he hasn’t killed anyone yet! Please promise, promise me, you won’t come near him at all! If anything were to happen to you I’d…” I drifted off.

It’s touching that you are so concerned, but Slendpai, a mythical creature of unknown power, easily kicked Gerald’s ass and the asses of his assorted minions with just a single appendage. I think he’ll be okay.

Speaking of appendages, whatever happened to that early-warning appendage that Slendpai detached and sent after Thaddeus? That thing is still floating out in the Void somewhere.

I averted my eyes away from his face. If Gerald were to kill my only friend then I think I’d lose it! A part of me would die. Hell… I might even kill myself to be with Slender Man.

Well, damn. That escalated quickly.

Thaddeus… he whispers as his cold hand gropes my cheeks.



Why the hell does Slendpai keep manhandling Thaddeus’ cheeks?!? It’s not that I want him to move to other areas, but this is getting very repetitive.

He forces me to face him as he sits up from lying on the bed.




My eyes widen when his face grew closer to mine. My blush returned to my face and grew darker as he gets closer.

:distant muffled explosions:

It might be a good idea to dispatch a few calming pies before Batjamags breaches the Armory.

My heart began to run a mile.

That’s still not how that phrase goes.

Is, is he going to kiss me?

With WHAT?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! This is moving too fast isn’t it? I gasped when he gently rests his forehead against mine. Please don’t think such terrifying thoughts, he pleaded, if anything were to happen to me then I beg you to live on for my sake.

Ummm…Right now Thaddeus is thinking about you kissing him. I agree that it is a terrifying thought, but something tells me you’re referring instead to his thoughts about committing suicide if something happens to you.

“But… I don’t want you to be hurt because of me,” I said in a shaky voice. I pulled away from him only to wrap my arms around his neck in some sort of hug.

He pulled away and then … got closer?

“You’re the only friend I have, the only person who cares about me! I won’t forgive myself if you die because of me,” I said, letting it all out in one breath.

Why do you keep forgetting about Carlos?

Is it strange that I’ve only met him recently and I already trust him so immensely?


I don’t know but there’s something about him that makes me scared to lose him. I feel like a kid who was reunited with his long lost teddy bear.

A teddy bear with tentacles – I mean, “appendages”.

…How comforting?

Shhh, please don’t worry about my safety Thaddeus, he cooed, attempting to comfort me by rubbing small circles on my back.



I assure you that he will not hurt me or you. Besides I am not a being who can easily die.

Prediction – Slendpai is going to either appear to die, or be severely injured to the point of near death at some point in the future.

“W-what do you mean?” I asked, looking up towards his face.

Many have tried to destroy me and bring me harm in the past, but no matter what they did I still managed to survive, he explains. You can say I am immortal.

Ummm … No, you can’t. You said you were someone who can’t easily die, not that you couldn’t die at all. There’s a big difference between being extremely durable and being genuinely immortal.

Slendpai keeps picking up more and more sparklepire traits as the fic progresses. If he starts shimmering in the sun, I’m going to lose it.

“Immortal?” I asked, letting the words play on my lips. I sighed in relief. “Thank God…” I sighed as of wave of satisfaction hit me.

You do realize that if he’s “immortal” then he’s likely an immeasurable number of years older than you? Forget Edward macking on a girl ninety years his junior, Thaddeus is snuggling with Methuselah’s grandfather.

Do you think it is a blessing from your God? He asked.

Please, please, please don’t try to make this into a religious thing.

“Huh? Well… yeah, I mean, being able to live and see the wonders of the world change before your eyes, that’s gotta be a blessing,”

And watching everyone and everything you have ever cared about or will ever care about wither away and die, is that also a blessing?

Even if that blessing comes with the consequence of being lonely and having others fear you?

I think it’s your appearance that makes people fear you and not the “immortality” thing.

“Are you lonely slender man?” I asked, sitting on my knees and looking up towards the tall man’s face.

Thaddeus is straddling Slendpai; how is he able to look up at Slendpai’s face?

I was, not anymore my Kitten, he whispers, running his hand through my hair.



“Good… me either,” I whisper back before pushing myself up towards his face and placing a light kiss on his left cheek bone.



I must admit to having a measure of morbid curiosity regarding this fic. I mean, how the author is going to deal with Slendpai’s lack of facial features during what’s obviously meant to be a make-out session between these two?

I quickly pulled away and hid my face on his chest. Why did I do that? I don’t know, but it felt right!

How is kissing Slendpai’s cheekbone more embarrassing than literally straddling him? And why do you keep pressing you face into his chest?

This got me remembering how I thought he was going to kiss me a few minutes ago. Come on Thaddeus he doesn’t even have lips! How was he going to kiss you?


He chuckles lightly, probably reading my embarrassing thoughts, before resting on his back and bringing me on top of him once again.



Thaddeus was, regrettably, already on top of Slendpai. Other than some minor changes in position, that’s been the case for the past few paragraphs.

“Can I ask you something?” I started to ask,


You’ve already asked a question, not “started” to ask!

earning his nod of approval,


“what are you, who are you… and where did you come from?” A moment of silence flew by. I began to panic when he didn’t answer my questions. Maybe my questions were too personal?

No, that’s all standard “getting to know each other” stuff that you probably should have covered before things progressed this far.

I will tell you of my origins… another time, right now you must rest, he says, sounding like he didn’t want to talk about it.

Well, that should be interesting.

“Alright,” I nodded, “you don’t have to tell me you know,”

But he will, because why try to make a character appealing when you can have a filler origin story instead?

I shall tell you soon enough Thaddeus, I’ve been alive for so long I almost forgot my past… give me time to recollect my memoirs and I shall tell you,


So. Very. Squicky.

“Okay,” I said before a yawn escaped my lips. I nuzzled my face on his chest and got comfortable on his body. I wonder if he’ll mind me sleeping on top of him. He is so comfortable.

Even though you described his body as being smooth and rock hard? You have a very odd definition of comfortable.

Rest my child, I do not mind, he says.

It would be so awesome if you would stop calling him that. Not only is it creepy as hell, but it serves as a constant reminder that you are much, much older than Thaddeus.

He grabs the bed covers from under him and places it over my body.

Bwa? What witchcraft is this?

“Thank you… will you be here in the morning?”

I will try; I still have to watch out for the Wendigoes,

I have a feeling that Slendpai is one of those gigolos who likes to cuddle and run.

“Okay, so there are more of them? Why are they here?”

“Because the author ran out of plot,” probably.

I still don’t know the answer but I think I have a theory. I will explain further answers later on, for now rest. I can hear the exhaustion in your voice,

Translation; the author hasn’t come up with a reason yet so she’s stalling for time.

“Fine,” I sighed, pouting for a small moment before smiling.

Why is it that so many characters in fanfics have an aversion to committing to emotions and/or facial expressions?

For once, in a while, I think I can sleep peacefully. I’m not gonna lie when I say I feel truly happy.

Just try not to be too “happy” or things could get awkward.

“Goodnight, Slender Man”

Goodnight my Kitten…

I hope you enjoy sleeping with the lights on, because I think the author forgot about that little detail.

Author’s notes*

Yay, that means the chapter is almost over!

Yeah so here is the next update! So now you know who and what a wendigo is.

Only in the vaguest of terms.

Feel free to search it up so you can have a better image on what they look like.



Do NOT ask your audience to do your job for you.

YAY They made up and things got fluffy as hell!

Thankfully it didn’t get as graphic as I feared, though.

So hey guys! Why do you think the Wendigoes are surrounding the town, and where do you think Slender man comes from? Feel free to review your thoughts on this!

Are you asking because you need ideas? Because I’ve already explained that you shouldn’t make your audience do your job for you.

Did this better explain why I bold Slender Man talking?

No, not really. You didn’t provide any new information regarding the subject.

If not then let me explain.


Author’s Notes are not a part of the work; if you feel something needs to be clarified, then DO IT IN THE NARRATION!

Slender Man’s quotes are bold because he is speaking in Thaddeus mind. He cannot speak physically.

Because he’s a touch-telepath, I got that. But you have yet to explain how he is able to speak to Thaddeus (or anyone else, like the wendigo in the last chapter) when he isn’t in physical contact with them.

The only thing he can voice out physically is growls, shrieks… and panting… xD

Well, that can’t be good.

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I am tempted to check out her Wattpad, but I did say I wasn’t going to riff any more of her fics so I’m conflicted.

43 Comments on “1595: I’ll protect you – Chapter 6”

  1. AdmiralSakai says:




  2. AdmiralSakai says:

    And since when are there multiple wendigoes?

    Since when were there wendigoes in the Slenderverse to begin with?

  3. AdmiralSakai says:

    A single tear drop ran down my cheek. “No don’t cry Thaddeus! Look on the bright side; at least you got to see him one last time!” I said, trying to cheer myself up.

  4. AdmiralSakai says:

    “I hope… I wish that… I…” I started, not really knowing what I wanted to say at the moment, but one thing’s for sure. I don’t want Slender man to hate me like the others, I want to be his friend. I want to have someone I can trust. I want… “…I want to see him.”

  5. AdmiralSakai says:

    His kind? Does that mean there’s, like, Slender Men and Slender Women and little Slender Children running around somewhere?

    Well, remember, there’s Splendorman, and Tenderman, and Lenderman, and Sexual Offenderman, and Public Defenderman…

  6. I assure you that he will not hurt me or you. Besides I am not a being who can easily die.

    Prediction – Slendpai is going to either appear to die, or be severely injured to the point of near death at some point in the future.

    “W-what do you mean?” I asked, looking up towards his face.

    Many have tried to destroy me and bring me harm in the past, but no matter what they did I still managed to survive, he explains. You can say I am immortal.

    Awww, I dunno. Most things’ll die if you put enough pullets in ’em.

    *Flicks off the safety on her assault rifle*

    How about a little demo, Slendy?

  7. Come on Thaddeus

    Oh Great Cthulhu please no.

  8. andiliteman says:

    “This isn’t happening, the legend can’t be true, It’s only a myth!” I told myself.
    Kind of like The Slender Man is only a myth?

    Or an online forums meme turned internet celebrity and horror writer sweetheart. But, sure, myth makes Thaddeus sound slightly less stupid.

  9. andiliteman says:

    “I glanced up at his pale face.”
    That you’re still not looking at. Also, he doesn’t have a face.

    Huh. I’m now wondering why a creature with no face would be so insistent on making eye contact. I mean, I think it could be made really touching in another story, but here it’s just weird.

  10. BatJamags says:

    :distant screams echo through the Library:

    I think the blushes finally broke through Batjamags’ defenses.

    *GoodJamags slams a door and locks it*

    GoodJamags: If you smell smoke, just turn back. Things aren’t pretty in there.


    GoodJamags: Blushing?

    Muffled Voice: YES! GOT IT IN ONE! GOLD STAR!

    GoodJamags: I can’t even tell if you’re angry right now or your caps lock key just got stuck.

    Muffled Voice: FUCK YOU!

    GoodJamags: Nope, still seems pretty normal.

    • GhostCat says:

      Good thing I loaded the Spider Cannon with Pies of Calming.

    • BatJamags says:

      :distant muffled explosions:

      It might be a good idea to dispatch a few calming pies before Batjamags breaches the Armory.

      GoodJamags: *On the phone* We’ve got a containment breach on level 42a! Yes, I locked the door. No, it’s not one of Bifocals’ monstrosities. Look, just get a freeze ray down there before he breaks something expensive. What? Insurance? Of course it’s all insured! Well, if you don’t want to go down there, find a darkwraith or an intern to do it. Look, I’m sure they’ll mostly survive. What do you mean, “what do you mean, ‘mostly?'” Ugh, you’re impossible.

      • GhostCat says:

        Survivability is a flexible concept in the Library; the respawn systems can work with as little as 0.2 percent of total body mass.

        I could always send Syl down to take care of things. She’s surprisingly durable.

      • BatJamags says:

        *Muffled explosions*

        GoodJamags: I’m not sure “down there” exists anymore.

        • GhostCat says:

          I’m impressed; it takes a lot to disrupt the Library’s self-sustaining non-Euclidean time/space reality. Typically it takes something on the order of a sizable fission device or Gumdrop’s “experimental” hot sauce.

      • agigabyte says:

        Cain: Collateral damage isn’t a concern anymore, right?

      • GhostCat says:

        That’s Housekeeping’s problem.

      • agigabyte says:

        Cain: If it is no concern, then we can simply send Geronimo.

      • Syl says:

        I think Geronimo’s “busy;” I just walked past the plastic bag storage room and there was a sock on the doorknob.

        • agigabyte says:

          Cain: …DIESEL!

          *Diesel floats in using the force*

          Cain: Why is Geronimo in the plastic bag storage room?

          Diesel: Uh… There was an inspection that needed to be done and she didn’t trust me?

          Cain: And the sock on the door?

          Diesel: Um… listen, I promise she and Santa aren’t using that room. That would be silly, because people go in that room often.

          Cain: Go get them. And work on your lying skills. That was simply embarrassing.

      • Syl says:

        Diesel: Um… listen, I promise she and Santa aren’t using that room. That would be silly, because people go in that room often.

        Right, and all that noise I heard was just an impromptu furniture moving party.

      • BatJamags says:

        Hi guys, what were we talking about?

        GoodJamags: So, you’re here…


        GoodJamags: And you’re not angry anymore…

        Only a little.

        *Muffled explosions*

        GoodJamags: Then what’s down there?

        Oh, you know. Some stuff.

      • Swenia says:

        *Lugs a heavy plasma canon on a tripod through the lobby*

        Look, we’re not going to ask questions about who’s blown up who, okay?

  11. BatJamags says:

    A teddy bear with tentacles – I mean, “appendages”.

    Those are the best kind of teddy bears.

  12. Delta XIII says:

    Everyone eventually gets sick and tired of me. It’s no surprise that Slender man would be disgusted by me too. Maybe he realized that I’m a waste of his time.

  13. Delta XIII says:

    Wait, how far away was the window? Thaddeus could see the moon and stars, so I assumed he was close enough to look up over the treetops. Now I’m not sure what’s going on.

    And this is different from the rest of the story how?

  14. Delta XIII says:

    :distant muffled explosions:

    It might be a good idea to dispatch a few calming pies before Batjamags breaches the Armory.

    *checks freezer*
    Well, no pies, but I do have some mini pizzas that I could lace with sleeping pills.

  15. Delta XIII says:

    I shall tell you soon enough Thaddeus, I’ve been alive for so long I almost forgot my past… give me time to recollect my memoirs and I shall tell you,


    So, all those pages are just pieces of Slender Man’s autobiography?

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