#slenda

[ljxlovesarts]

slenda man

[unikron-kitten-kat]

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

OC Insert: Xander x Female!Slenderman

(Pegging, power play, praising kink)

(Think that's all)

    It was… amusing to say the least. How adorable of Xander to think any of his… erotic thoughts were safe. Especially when he was living in the house of Slenda Mann, an individual who, among other things, was known for her telepathic abilities, including mind-reading. It wasn't only the erotic thoughts Slenda knew about though. She had noticed the ways Xander's body reacted to her touches. Even a simple hand on his shoulder would make him tremble. Slenda had resorted to calling him "Little Doe", a nickname she gave him due to how he behaved, like a deer in headlights whenever it was just him and her in any room. The baby deer, doe, being how he acted anyway, rather childish. Xander's co-workers knew that was only a facade, and that Xander was actually very intelligent, and crafty, among many other scary traits for a homicidal maniac to have.

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       Slenda was now in her office, leaned back in her chair, feet up on her desk, sifting her claws through her hair. Thinking. Thinking about Xander. Oh, sweet, little Xander. She chuckled. She grabbed a key out of her coat pocket, and unlocked a drawer of her desk. The top most right one. Inside was a small variety of… toys; a couple were different sized strap-ons, a vibrator, a collar with a matching leash, handcuffs, a silicone ball gag, and lastly a blindfold. She held up the smaller of the strap-ons. Like Xander to her, she fantasized about Xander, often imagining him bent over her desk. If her mouth was open, she would be smirking.

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        Xander yelped in surprise as he was hugged from behind. His face turned tomato red when he realized plush breasts were pressed into his back, and a mouthless face resting against his neck. 

  'Hey, Little Doe~'

        A soft, lulling, yet powerful and echoing voice spoke in his head. To Xander, Slenda's voice was like that of a goddess. He could never get enough of it. Little did he know it was soon going to be used for praising and dirty talk.

  "H-hey, S-slenda.." Xander turned red at the nickname, and inwardly cursed at himself for stuttering.

  'I would like you in my office after dinner Little Doe. There is something I would like to talk to you about, in private.'

  "O-okay.." 

        The arms let go and the warmth cuddling his back left. Xander stood still for another couple seconds, flustered out of his mind. He couldn't help himself, Slenda was, in short, his type. He also couldn't help these perverted thoughts. Sure, Slenda's sisters all took very good care of their bodies, and Slenda obviously took very good care of hers, he couldn't help but stare. But, sexy body out of the way, Slenda was something else. He had seen how primal she could get, as a mission of his had gone wrong. 

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        The pervert had already yanked Xander's pants down to his knees, and yanked his sweater off before Slenda appeared. After pulling his pants up and looking up, he was flustered beyond himself, watching her claw and rip and tear, snap and mutilate. She had turned the assaulter into nothing but a pile of ground flesh, just to keep Xander safe. Sure she had killed others to protect his co-workers, but not as brutally as she did this one. She seemed so panicked as well when she moved to check on him, doing so much as picking him up and teleporting him to Doctor Smiles's and Nurse Anne's hospital, even when he insisted he was actually fine.

       Just remembering about the event had Xander leaning against the wall for support. He hadn't noticed his breathing quicken. He whimpered as images of her dominance came into mind, with her holding him down or bending him over. 'Ah, no no, she probably just wants to talk about my next mission.'

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        Dinner had just ended, Xander's stomach was comfortably full, however much he wanted to eat more. He was about to open the door to his room when he remembered Slenda wanted him in her office now. So, on his way he went.

        The hallway to her office seemed to stretch before him, elongating with every step he took, making it seem as though he wasn't moving. He finally reached her door. Massive, eloquently detailed, gold trims, possibly mahogany. Slenda loved mahogany wood. The handle, curved and golden. It seemed heavy to move. Xander wasn't distressed by any means, just nervous. He always was when it was just him and Slenda in a room.

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        The door creaked open and light from the hall shined through. Slenda looked up from her last piece of paperwork for the day, to pleasingly find Xander belonging to the outstretched shadow. He was hugging the door. Cute. He stepped in. "You, ah, wanted me, Slenda?"

  'Of course I want y- No Slenda, not yet… not yet.'

  'Yes, I did. There is a private matter I wish to discuss with you that involves both of us.'

        She quickly finished her last piece of paperwork and placed it in one of many file cabinets built into a very gorgeous shelf. She stood, walked around her desk towards Xander, and knelt down. One of her tentacles slithered behind Xander and shut the door. Now, the only light they had was Slenda's desk lamp, and the bright moonlight shining through the open window and drapes. Xander was already slightly trembling. Aww~

  'Little Doe, it is… very cute of you, to think that your sinful thoughts were safe.'

        Xander inhaled sharply, his eyes widening. He looked down at the floor, hand behind his neck, nervously scratching it.

  "I-i… uhm.. MmMmm.."

        He whimpered as Slenda picked him up. He was covering his face, and looking away. He felt a few tentacles wrap themselves around his back. Her hand rested on his head, her claws gently petting through his hair. His sleeve covered hands moved to Slenda's shoulders when Xander felt her face rest into his neck. Slenda teleported them back behind her desk. She placed Xander on his feet in front of her.

        Slenda leaned down, placing her hands on her desk, effectively pinning Xander against her desk. She nuzzled his cheek down to his neck. Xander inhaled sharply when her hands found his hips and turned him around. Xander's face flushed a bright red as he was bent over Slenda's desk. He buried his face into his arms out of embarrassment, a whimper leaving his trembling lips as Slenda's hands rubbed up and down his sides, pushing his sweater up. Xander shuddered as her claws traced along his back, following the curves and dips, his shoulder blades, his muscles. The soft, gentle touches were making him hard, and his cloth prison was becoming unbearable.

       Her hands traced down to his hips, pulling the sides of his pants down enough to show his boxers. She rubbed circles into his hips. Xander whined when he felt her touch leave. He heard the rustling of a drawer being unlocked. 'Why would Slenda need a lock on her drawer?' He heard rustling and clicking. He gasped as Slenda grabbed his head and pulled his hair, inquisitively whimpering when he felt something be wrapped around his neck and buckled. Her hand came to hold his chin, forcing his mouth open. In the gag went, then secured. Then came the blindfold. He was, to say the least, flustered. He shakily whined when his arms were brought back and handcuffed. His pants were pulled down, and his boxers ripped off his body.

        He flinched and moaned, the gag muffling it, at the unexpected feeling of Slenda's tongues against his quiveringhole. One of Slenda's hands gripped his thigh, while the other grabbed his stiff erection. Tentacles wrapped themselves around his legs, pulsating and rubbing against his fair skin. Two more found their way up to his chest, where they slithered under him and rubbed his nipples. Xander moaned sweetly, tears pricking at the corners of his covered eyes at all the sudden stimulation. Slenda's praising voice echoing through his quickly numbing mind made him turn to mush. All three of Slenda's tentacle-like tongues stretched Xander out, and she relished in his sweet moans, her hand pumping him, squeezing him, rubbing the tip. The precum Xander expelled was soon covering his shaft, making a barely audible squishing noise whenever Slenda's hand pumped him. Slenda ate him out a little more, and stopped. She had grabbed a bottle of lube from Smexy's room, she was pouring some onto her fingers. After placing the bottle down, she grabbed Xander's handcuffed hands, and rubbed the lube around his quivering asshole before inserting her fingers into it.

        Slenda made sure to cover as much of Xander's fleshy walls with the slick substance as she could. After pulling her fingers out, she used her dry hand to grab Xander's fluffy hair, pulling his head up just a tad. "You are doing so well, Little Doe~ Your voice is so pleasing, and body so beautiful…" 

        Her hand rubbed his back, her claws bent just enough to barely scratch him. Slenda cleaned off her other hand with a small towel she had grabbed from the hallway closet. She then buckled on the strap-on, which she coated with lube. Now, with both her hands, she rubbed and squeezed and scratched, bending over to grind the dripping toy against Xander's plush cheeks. Her face now against his neck, she kissed and licked and bit, covering Xander's body in her territorial marks as he moaned and whined and shook and shuddered. The tip to the toy pressed against his hole, and he desperately pushed against it. He shakily whined.

  'How cute~'

  "Ah, ah, ah. Not yet, Little Doe" She kissed his neck. "If you try that again, I will have to smack your ass.. Do you want that, Little Doe~?"

        Xander shuddered and moaned loudly. Slenda's breather traveled down his back as she kissed the back of his neck. He whined when his hard dick rubbed against the harsh wood. A tentacle grabbed it, taking him by surprise, as it played with him. Another one joined it, increasing the addicting pleasure. The toy rubbed against his hole again, and Xander whimpered. It was teasing, and he needed it.. The toy was suddenly thrust into him, all the way. He tensed, squirmed and moaned loudly. Slenda's praising voice made him melt again. "Ohh, good boy Little Doe~ You took it so well~ Ah, and- Despite it being one of the smallest toys they had, it is still creating a bump in your little tummy~"

        Xander had melted, panting from the large amount of sudden pleasure, he could only whimper at her words. Her hand pressing against his stomach added heat to his already warm body. Slenda, with her tentacles, grabbed his hips to keep him still. She pulled out, slowly. And slowly slipped the toy back in. She purred at the loud, lewd moans spewing from Xander's gagged mouth. She rubbed his shoulders and praised him for being such a good boy. Tears had now wetted the blindfold, and drool was slipping down his chin. Slenda slipped the leash of the collar into her fingers, and lightly wrapped it around her wrist once. She lightly pulled on it, making Xander lift up his head, quick short moans audible from him.

        It started. She thrust the toy in and out of Xander's adjusted asshole at a slow pace, Xander's body tensing with the rhythm of the thrusts. Slenda's tentacles surrounded him, and her lulling voice echoed. 'Now, now, baby.. Relax~'

       The pulsating rhythm and throbbing of her tentacles felt so wonderful against Xander; quiet whimpers were heard in between louder moans, the texture of the tentacles smooth, and the pulsing "flesh" led to him melting. Slenda picked up the pace, steadily leading into mercilessly pounding into Xander. She purred at the sight before her; sweaty, trembling, shaking body; tears of pleasure finding their way to his cheeks, drool covering the gag; despite both the gag and blindfold, he had a lewd expression. The pleasured moans he made were oh so sweet, and the whimpers were adorable. The desk was shivering with every thrust of Slenda's hips against Xander's. Xander hadn't realised he came at all, only realising after a second orgasm crept up on him viciously. The pleasure racked Xander's body, his muffled, high-pitched moans filled the room along with Slenda's barely audible grunts, the shivering rumble of Slenda's desk, and the slick sounds of the strap-on sliding in and out of Xander.

        Xander came for a third time, Slenda's praising words echoing through his pleasure-numbed mind. She slowed her thrusts through Xander's orgasm, coming to a full stop just before he was done. She let go of the leash, unbuckling the gag, and unhooking the leash from the collar. Slenda undid the handcuffs, removed the blindfold, and pulled out the strap-on. She took off the strap-on, and bent down to rub and squeeze Xander's now tired body. Xander sighed at Slenda's gentle touches, complying when she moved to turn him around. She cupped his face. "How cute…"

        Xander flushed bright red, puffing out his cheeks and looking away. Slenda chuckled. "How about a nice, warm bath, hm?"

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[waspinators]

jeff da killer……and slenda man..

[cbmchannel]

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[feztooth]

Book Review: Slenderman, By Anonymous: 4/5

Quick Review: Slenda man takes New York!!! It’s genius! This book follows a teen boy, and the story is told through a series of diary entries, blog posts, and interviews, which was fun. The kid goes to a fancy rich person school in New York, and the ways that Slender manifests his powers in the city is honestly a lot of fun. Unlike the horrid movie Slender, Slender Man is pretty true to form in this book. It’s not too long, which I think is the right call on stories like this. The scares are pretty fun, and there are some scenes that are just incredible. There is a weird bit where the MC is writing a story that pops up a couple of times throughout the book, and these parts drag. I personally could have done without them. Other than that though, it was great! If you are a fan of Slender Man definitely check this book out!

[unclejacksparrow]

Wena pressa upushe uphande umdali yena uzo phendula 🙏😌. We are slenda melodiquex 🔥🥊🎹🎧. (at Snake Park Soweto) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoYxIzeKeGY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lollich0p]

I hate having to do something right when I get up because everything looks like slenda man >:(

[444names]

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[mrs-spindelle]

 A picture of the Der Ritter Lord and Lady. Elder and Slenda. Elder is the original Slenderman and Slenda is just as ancient. Elder haunted the woods of Germany and came into contact with the Der Ritter Knight, and Slenda haunted the woods of Russia and was known as a banshee or the black wolf.

They have 5 offspring, and spawned the Slenderman we know today (in our story at least). 

@houseofderritter

[danisha-tdh]

Genderbend Human Slinker

She's a quite Gal~B:)

[ambiguouslyliterate-blog]

Respawn Point Ch. 7: A Guide to Totally Legitimate Advertising Practices

“I swear to Notch…” Slenda groaned. She tried to push off the ground, her arms wobbling under her weight. San falling on top of her didn’t make it any easier. My mind hazy from the fall I tried to move, only for a stabbing pain to shoot from my leg. The limb was twisted by the fall, my right ankle bent at an odd angle and a crooked angle broken into my left. Fall damage… I thought to myself.

As my body fell into a helpless, sore lull, my eyes began to roam around the walls of our prison. It was a tall chamber with walls carved from ancient sandstone and the ceiling pouring dust around us in a veil. The walls were lit sparsely with torches and lined with texts in a strange language, likely stolen from a desert temple somewhere just to fit the aesthetic, or maybe it was just conveniently in the ground.

 We’d landed in a small sandy pit in the center, the light from the surface contained in a small square high above our heads. Our captor stood under two torches in front of us, a golden eye glinting softly from under the tip of his hat. He was thin, his body draped in a blue coat that extended his silhouette, his lengthy blonde hair spilling out from under his feathered hat. The thief looked more at place in an opera house than in an underground lair, especially with the black mask that covered his mouth and nose.

“Please..?” VillainFan42’s quivered. Slenda and I sighed. His voice always broke the façade, “I’d appreciate if you could play my game, I could really use the feedback…”

San rose groggily from Slenda’s midsection, her eyes half-lidded as her hands skidded on the piles of sand, her body rolling over Slenda’s like a drunk slime, “Oh, I have some feedback for you… VF, was it?” San grumbled. Waking up just when you can get your two cents in? I thought, scoffing, Where have I seen that before? She clawed at the sand to pull herself forward, “Let’s start with the visual representation.”

The thief stepped back for a moment, his eye moving amongst the features of the room. Begrudgingly, let her continue.

“Great use of pistons for the drop, visually stunning… But the presentation!” She grunted, pulling her jaggedly misshapen legs out from under her so-called friend, “There was no buildup! No foreshadowing or bait, I felt more surprised than anything.”

Well, you were supposedly unconscious at the time. But go on.

“Two out of five.”

The phantom thief gasped, his eye wide. He looked shattered. The thief pulled his cape closer, his strained expression clear even with his mouth covered.

“B- But, it’s a trap! Isn’t it supposed to be unexpected?”

San waggled a finger at VF. I wondered if she remembered we were his captives. Notch, he didn’t seem like he remembered either, “No no no, there’s got to be some theatricality to it. You can’t just pull the rug out from under a group like that. You need to make them afraid, let them doubt their senses, get them really looking over their shoulders! Then, when they’re at they’re most vulnerable, you wait someone to say something like “It was probably nothing” or “What’s the worst that could happen?” and WHAM!! That’s when you do it.” The thief shifted himself, turning his body just enough to face away from us. He placed a hand on his chin, tapping as he thought to himself. His hand drifted, pulling nervously at his mask. A single eye darted to us and his whole body flinched in response, almost as if he’d forgotten the three of us were laying broken in a heap on his floor.

“O- Okay, that makes sense… But wasn’t it cool when I stole all your equipment and items…?” He muttered in a quiet voice. My arm flinched, my palm patting an empty pocket. Slenda’s eyes grew wide as she reached into the collar of her sweater, her hands grabbing at air as she grew frantic. San nodded, her lower lip out. She stroked her chin, admiring the new facet of our situation.

I slammed my fist in the sand, glaring at VF, “What the Nether did you do to all our potions?! And my pickaxe!”

VF pulled at his cape in an attempt to throw his silhouette, but it just flapped feebly, the thief sighing as it fell at his side. Grumbling, he put out an arm, a ghostly mist curling up from his sleeve. The mist stretched, wisps sharpening into the form of fingers. It was more like a claw then a hand, but it moved fluidly and naturally through the air as if it was a part of him. Like an animal’s tail. He let a miniaturized pickaxe fall from his sleeve, the phantom hand catching it.

“This is my mod.” He said simply, “It’s like a… A ghost hand. It’s kinda useful.” His voice was still low. The situation began to set in, He’s definitely a threat… Not just an RPer or nerd, he’s a real modder, I thought, muscles in my stomach tightening, Though, he really does need to work on his presentation.

Slenda snapped at him, demanding our items back, but he only continued to mutter quietly about his trap, ignoring her. Honestly it was hard to tell whether he was talking to us or the floor, “I’ll try to do better next time. This went way better than my last trap though. I sealed these two adventurers in a tank of rising water where they couldn’t use their weapons--only one of them could swim—I thought it was pretty daring, but afterwards they said it was just so-so… I’m optimistic about my next one at least.”

I sighed loudly, realizing we’d returned to the trap workshop. I looked at Slenda. She was fuming, protesting sternly to a deaf audience. San and VF were too busy discussing traps.

“Yeah, that’d be an automatic zero out of five for me.” San said, laying her head on her shoulder, a confident smirk trying to mask the pain in her legs, “Too much water.”

The thief nodded thoughtfully and thanked San, the creeper girl making a short bow. Slenda coughed, calling VF’s attention. He looked at her in started confusion for a few moments before his eye lit up, his body swinging around.

“Oh! Crapbaskets, I almost forgot!”

VillainFan pressed a button on the wall behind him, the sand around us spilling and shaking as machines moved out of sight. Slenda glanced around nervously, trying to right herself on broken legs so she could run. San beamed, scanning the room, absolutely delighted at the new addition. Before we could run or even know what we were running from, a ring of iron bars rose up from the ground around us, three blocks high on all sides, sealing us in.

Our captor stood before us with a sinister pride, knowing we could do little to escape. I thought of mining my way out, but the emptiness of my pocket struck me suddenly, my heart sinking. Before we could have just broken through and limped away, mined our way out of the underground, but now…

“This isn’t half bad!” San cheered, knocking on the bars. I swear I could see VF blush.

The thief hit another button in the wall that was next to the other one, this one causing the wall behind him to open up, a door-sized chunk of the wall recessing into the sandstone around it. How long was he putting this together?? I questioned, This place is a fully functioning secret base!

The thief turned, his ghostly hand extending from his body, twisting off his shoulder, tossing the pickaxe he’d stolen at the floor so that it planted firmly in the ground. His body began to disappear in the darkness of the doorway, the light of the connected room blotted out. He cast a golden eye over his shoulder.

“No mercy, eh?” San asked, smirking.

VF chuckled, taking a long stride through the door and throwing up the end of his coat so that it flapped dramatically behind him. Crap. It actually worked this time.

“Mercy is for wimps.”

The door slammed, leaving us in the amber darkness of dim torches, the walls flickering, claustrophobic. There was an authentic pressure as he left. I started to feel unsure as I stared around at the walls, my mind pushing escape scenarios that I knew wouldn’t work. I began to doubt that we would ever leave.

“Well, at least he left us alone, maybe he’s not that smart after all…” Slenda said weakly, pulling herself across the mound she laid on, sand spilling around her in small clouds. San shrugged, “I dunno, I thought he was pretty cool at the end there.”

The blocks in the wall moved suddenly, the shape of a hat and a single eye poking around the corner.

“R- Really?” Our captor asked nervously.

Slenda stared, bemused. Her cuddle buddy flashed VF a thumbs-up and he disappeared back around the corner. Slenda’s head fell into her open hands, “We’re being held captive by a loser…”

We surveyed the cage, finding it without cracks or openings, the iron bars freshly made. It would take a while to punch through them… But it should still be possible. I propped myself up against the wall and delivered and swung my first hard at the bars, only for it to softly bounce off, almost like there was a thick padding around the bar. I tried to grip the steel only for my fingers to freeze a pixel away from it, unable to make true contact.

“What the…?”

“Aaand he has a command block active,” Slenda groaned, “Fantastic.”

I stared at the bars, imagining the protective field around them. Command blocks were a thing I’d only heard of, before now. They worked like admin commands, but were on all the time and anchored to a block. Like tiny robotic gods you could keep hidden in the floor. They could teleport large groups of people, give anyone within their field of influence items, and, unfortunately for us, make blocks in their vicinity unbreakable.

San reclined against the bars, “Dang, that ghost boy really turned this whole thing around, didn’t he? I can dig it.”

“Ugh, we could always kill each other. Whoever gets hit will go back to the Sandy Speakeasy and can come rescue the rest of us.” Slenda posited. I shivered.

"Not... A great option?" I squeaked, Slenda rolling her eyes.

I sighed, my mind beginning to skim through scenarios, flipping swiftly through plans and discarding them just as quick, my body sinking into the corner made by two bars. Can’t dig under, can’t climb over, can’t go through… Would rather not die. It was hard to find a truly practical option. I went back to the desert, retracing our encounters, trying to think of what mod I had. Nope… I thought, blowing out a disheartened puff of air, Dusty’s drinks. Not exactly useful here.

Pulling myself vertically along the bars, I got myself back to a sitting position, holding out my hand. I focused, a shiver running through my arm. “That’s right, you still have Dustin’s mod. At least we’ll be able to heal this stupid fall damage.” Slenda smiled weakly. Her eyes were unmoving. “Drinks!!” San cheered, throwing her arms up.

Smoke poured down my sleeve and into my hand. Is it for the glass? I thought, my head tilting. It spun into a round shape, sticking to the inside of my hand but never fully taking shape. The smoke stayed wispy, ghostly.  Slenda’s face lit up.

“Cyrus..!”

I turned over my hand, the mist flowing around, following it like a shadow. It began to peel away, taking its own shape. The shape of a hand.

“You don’t have Dusty’s mod anymore. You have VF’s.”

The realization was immediate and electric, as was the smile sparking across my face. My eyes tagged the space on the wall where the phantom thief had vanished, the buttons sat less than a block away. I looked at the ghostly claw shifting gently in my sleeve, tugged at by the air.

With as much dramatic flair as I could muster I threw my arm between two bars, towards the cage button, casting the ghost hand towards it like a hook. The hand flew over to the button, pausing in the air just in front of it and pressing it with an extended index finger, the bars around us beginning to sink into the sand as pistons chugged along in the walls. Adrenaline was flowing through me, my hand clenched in a confident ball, but our escape wasn’t over yet. And our legs were still broken. My eyes flashed to the pickaxe on the floor, then to San. Without words, we set a plan into motion.

Slenda pulled the pickaxe from the floor and San pushed herself up against the wall, crouching just under the buttons. I crawled up next to her, joining my crippled crew. Quick taps of boots on sandstone echoed from the other side of the wall as the thief came to investigate the source of the mechanical noises, mumbling nervously to himself as he went. Inside of a second, the blocks retracted into the wall, VF stepped out, and Slenda swung her pickaxe at his legs, the blade hooking his leg below the knee and sending him to the sandstone where San pinned him, throwing her body on top of his like a playful dogpile.

Like a reflex, his phantom hand leapt from the collar of his coat, sailing for Slenda’s throat. I cast mine out at the same time, my phantom limb snaring his, sending the two tumbling to the ground where they intertwined, both of their forms becoming confused and inert as their masses dissipated into each other. Neither of them were completely physical, but they seemed to be able to subdue each other. I wasn’t quite sure how it worked, but it was good enough for me. Slenda rifled through the thief’s pockets, tossing us morsels of food as she restored her own inventory. The food tasted like sand, but my bones didn’t care. They snapped back into place, healing as good as new, my stomach and health both topped off. VF huffed impatiently.

“How was I supposed to know you could copy mods…?” He griped, “Doesn’t this break the whole foreshadowing rule, San?”

The creeper girl put a finger to her chin, considering it, but Slenda delivered a swift kick to the thief’s side and reminded San not to listen to our captive. The creeper girl shrugged it off, her body falling limp and heavy on the thief once more. As feeling returned to my legs, I stood and stretched, craning my neck into the sandstone doorway. There was light on the other side, and I could see the edge of a chest. VF uttered muffled protests, but with our phantom arms wrestling in the sand, he couldn’t stop me from entering his sanctum.

I stepped out of a raucous hostage situation and into a quiet study. The room was made of sandstone blocks as well, but had walls checkered with orange wool and decorated with frames. Each frame held a small item or tool, most of which were completely alien to our world. A collection of stolen mods. At the end of the room was a command block with a lever atop it, and behind it a ladder that was enveloped in the orange light of the afternoon above. But something else caught my eye.

On a nearby table was another strange, likely modded, device; a box-shaped contraption with a glass lens on the front and a lamp on top. Near it was a frame, likely where VF was about to store it, and a pile of pictures printed on clean white paper. They were clear as if you had seen them with your own eyes, but didn’t seem painted or made by hand in any way. The picture on the top of the pile interested me the most… Because Slenda and Roxxie were both in it. With two others.

"Aren't these weird?" Slenda asked, pulling one off the wall. A few were pinned to the wall with swords and daggers, most depicting interesting locations like ruins or other players’ creations. I tapped my finger against the one with Slenda and Roxxie and her eyes drifted to it, resting on it for a few moments before exploding open. She clawed the photo from the desk, holding it close to her face.

“How did… He get this picture?” She searched the desk for more pictures she recognized, seemingly finding several, her heart practically jumping through her sweater. She lifted up the boxy device likely responsible for the images, turning it over in her hands, “And Penelope’s camera!”

The sound of dragging cloth came from the hall as San stepped in, holding VF by his collar. Apparently San had gotten bored of holding him while we advanced the plot. She didn’t have to do much work to hold him though. No wispy hand extended from his cloak and the shine in his golden eyes was replaced by a half-lidded malaise as he waited for his bad day to end. He looked completely defeated.

“Please don’t be so rough… I’m not wearing any armor, so my health is pretty--”

He looked up at Slenda, then the camera in her hands. His golden eye shined as his face contorted under his mask. I was expecting a yell, a scream, but he only spoke in his same frail voice. “H- Hey! P- Please put that back where you found it..! It’s mine.”

Slenda scowled at him, wrapping the device tightly in her arms. He tried to get to his feet and jump towards her but San knocked him onto the sandstone floor and promptly sat on him. A dry gust of air was shoved from his lungs, his arms falling flat on the floor. I knew how much she weighed… He wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

“You stole this from my friend, I’m taking it back.” Slenda growled, cramming the camera into her inventory.

“That’s fair…” The thief sighed into the stone. Honestly, I felt kinda bad for him. I stepped forward, hands on my hips. “Come on, dude,” I urged, “You’re a desert thief! You say something cooler than that!”

“G- Give that back… Darn it!” He cursed quietly. San looked at me, an uneasy smile on her face. She moved off of him slightly, now just holding him down with her arm. “I’ll settle for split custody… I follow you guys to Giant’s Way, we trade it back and forth. I just like it ‘cause it looks cool…”

Slenda stepped forward, a suspicious twitch in her eye, "How did you know we were going to Giant's Way?" She questioned.

"I was there in the bar." Phantom leered back at her, "How do you think I was able to set up this trap? I mean, if you guys wandered a different direction I'd be--"

San’s eyes lit up, her hand leaving his back entirely. It was strange but, rather than terrified or bemused of the masked dork, I was honestly impressed. I mean, of his trap making abilities of course, not of his combat skills, theatrics, or social skills or… Well you get the idea.

I let out a “Wow” without even thinking. Slenda leered at me.

“You built this all overnight?!” San gleamed. Slenda’s face remained stone, “That’s incredible!! You should join our crew! We’re gonna have to fight this really powerful modder who beat up my girlfriend and got her kicked out of our server. You even know the area so you’d be great for the job!!”

“Really?” VF asked, his voice breathless but filled with enthusiasm.

“No.” Slenda countered, squinting at the pair, "I know Roxxane probably just seems like a monster to you... Or maybe even less... But she's my friend," Slenda gazed into the photo, scanning the image, “And we’re going to try diplomacy first. I don’t intend on dropping her down some sandy death pit… Or blowing her up. And I doubly don’t intend on taking someone who just tried to leave us for dead along for the ride.”

San looked up at her cuddle buddy with puppy dog eyes. The soft eyes behind Slenda’s cracked lenses faltered for a moment, but as her fingers traced the photo her eyes once again became cold, hard pearls. She put the picture in the neck of her sweater, depositing it in her inventory. I put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched at first, glaring at me, but her eyes quickly softened. Crouching next to VF, I took a deep breath.

“Do you guys actually want to take me along?” VF asked, his voice pricked with genuine excitement, but dripping with anxiety. I looked at Slenda, who squinted at me. I knew it looked bad, but San was right… At least partially.

“It’d be kinda hard to take you on considering only one of our members actually trusts you...” I sighed, scratching my head, “But I’d be lying if I said you wouldn’t be useful.”

Even if he couldn’t be an ally, he could be our guide. Slenda scoffed, her feet scratching the sandstone. I didn’t look at her. “She won’t let us bring you along, but do you have any information that could help us? Or anything we can use to our advantage? I’d appreciate it at the very least.”

The thief brought himself to his knees, dusting the sand off his pants and coat.

“I have friends in the next server, I could let them know you’re coming and they could help you out. Give you supplies or help you if things get ugly.”

I nodded, clapping a hand against the thief’s back. A cloud of sand sprayed from his mask. He groaned, but continued. His tone was bright, he sounded excited to help out even if he was more of a hostage than anything.

“There’s also a pool of lava beneath Giant’s Way. A huge one. So try to avoid that… And um, there’s a shrine to Herobrine in the center. I know some modders believe in that stuff, so she might be there. It’s in the middle of the big temple part. Can’t miss it.” A breath left the thief as his chest came against the tops of his legs, his body curling up. At least we don’t have to restrain him. It looked like we’d be able to walk out of here without much problem.

I looked at Slenda, thinking about the pictures she so quickly sealed away. The people she was hiding. There was a man and a woman, both around her age, though the man stood behind them all. He had a powerful air about them. Slenda and the others were all smiling, holding each other. It looks like one of the few happy memories Slenda has. How come she’s hiding it from us? I didn’t want our group to have any more secrets, not after the whole San incident, but now didn’t seem like the time to ask. I rose to my feet, a hand on my hip. “Sorry for making this brief VF, but it looks like we’re gonna have to go. Can’t keep Roxxie waiting.”

“O- Okay...” He sighed, “I’m gonna take a nap.” Too bad he wasn’t coming with us. Honestly, looking at his beat-up form curled up on the sandstone floor, hearing his tired voice croak in his chest, I couldn’t relate to anyone more. Just another dork wearing a coat too big in the heat, beat up and given up on looking cool. Oh well… I thought, Maybe next time, when we meet outside of a trap. Maybe we’ll even get along.

“Well enjoy your nap my dude!” San grinned, “We’ll be seeing you!” She delivered a hearty pat to the thief’s back, which apparently took the last of his health.

With a guttural oof, VillainFan42 vanished, leaving only a cloud of smoke and some scattered belongings. The three of us looked at each other for a moment, each face as baffled as the last. San pulled her lips between her teeth. I couldn’t tell if she was cringing in guilt or trying to hold back a laugh. After a few seconds, her hands clapped together. She pointed them towards the ladder

“So uh, Giant’s Way then?” she asked the two of us. We nodded. “Giant’s Way.”

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