Slender Mansion Maid

The Pale Man's Mansion

I squeeze the cold pillow to me, shivering at the cold spots under the covers. It is so cold.

I hug the pillow closer to me and open my eyes to the unfamiliar messy room. Clothing was strung around the room, along with bags and papers. Some books were scattered here and there.

I sit up and look around the room is about the size of a living room. I slip out of bed and look through the closet and see few outfits. I look at the female clothes. Random pieces and some looking to not have been worn in a while.

I sigh and go to the dresser I open one of the drawers to see folded up female clothing. Clean, dusty, antique looking.

A nightgown is there on top. I unfold it and shake it out. Dust trickles off the silk fabric. Slip it on and remove my bra and clothes. I toss them aside like all of the other clothing. I then crawl back into the big bed and bundle up in the smoother sheets. My legs are soft and my hair smells good from my shower the other day.

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I yawn awake and sit up well rested and feeling the weight of sleep still on my eyelids.

I slip out of the bed tripping on shoes. I open the door to see a kid the same height as me. His mask was jagged down the middle one side black and one side white. He kinda just stood there and I looked at him blankly with sleep still hanging around my head.

"Can I help you?"

"You not dead?"

"Physically no."

He stands there awkwardly, I push past him opening doors looking for a bathroom. There are two doors left and then there is the railing that looks out over the kitchen and the livingroom. This place was smaller than Slender's but bigger then anyplace I could afford.

"Bathroom left."

"Thank you."

I go pee and walk back out the boy with the black and white mask had a new friend, this one was a girl with a yellow paper on her face as a mask.

"You aren't dead?"

"I'm having deja vu."

She turns to the masked boy and walks back down the hall.

"No need for clean up crew."

The boy got really close to me.

"You you not dead?"

"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples."

I realize I have no bra on. Irony, the opposite of wrinkly.

I look around in a circle and jump when I see the boy.

"Where am I?"

"Home."

"Address?"

"No adress."

"Owner?!"

"Me."

I turn to see the tall pale man on the first floor waving a newspaper in the air. I run downstairs or walked as fast as I could without falling.

"Why am I-"

"Shush, coffee and breakfast first. Interrogation later."

I frown and follow the tall man into the kitchen. He sits at the small table in the kitchen and drinks his coffee. A newspaper is open on the table being lifted slightly by his hands.

"Where am I?"

"My humble abode."

"Why are we here?"

"Because it's my house?"

I sit down on the counter and sigh. He smirks at me.

"Did you change for me?"

I look at myself.

"I think I wanted to get more comfortable."

He laughs and his smirk widens.

"Baby I know you dressed up for me, don't be bashful."

"How far is the mansion from here?"

"A ways."

I hop off the couch and grab his newspaper and smack him with it. He chuckles darkly and lifts his hands and takes the paper from me. Offender rolled the paper and set it on the table.

He turns his body to me and holds out his arms. I sigh and grab his hands in mine.

"You look beautiful this morning baby."

"My hair is a mess and I need to brush my teeth."

"I love your hair and morning breath can be," he starts pulling me closer, "easily dealt with."

He pulls me to his lap, I unconsciously lift my leps up so they are over his other leg. He chuckles and kisses my neck. I grab the paper and start reading.

"Lots and lots of murder, murder, dog of the day, little restaurants, murder, deaths," he hums at me as he continues to kiss my shoulders, "and rape! Wow some kidnappings and weird thing caught on tape."

He smiles on my skin, he then lowers the newspaper.

"Baby, I know about all about that stuff, and I know where all of the monsters sleep."

"Blah."

"Flower just fucking kiss me and shut up."

"You are the one who is talking!"

He lifts me from underneath my armpits and repositions me so I am facing him with my legs outside of his. He pulls me close and kisses me. I kiss him back. He pulls me close and I start clawing at his back. The chair tips backwards and we both fall.

I laugh as he groans. He pulls me back into a kiss. He grips my thighs and there is a sound behind us. I sit up and look at the boy with the monochrome mask.

"Who is that?"

He sits up and I slide down a little.

"Kageko, she needs privacy to make out-"

"Do not!"

"Sure baby."

I shove him back to the ground and cradle his hips with my legs. His smirk is almost taunting. I hold his face in my hands and lick the side of his face. He stops smirking and the Balck and white masked dude starts laughing very loudly and saying things in... in... Japanese?

"Tank you Miss."

I bury my face in Offender's shirt. I look up and see the boy it gone. I feel a slimy wet muscle drag across my face. I sit their disgusted.

"Cute."

I look down at him.

"You's a dead man."

He laughs but gets quiet as I stand over him. I grab his now cold cup of Joe. I dump it on him. He makes an odd sound of surprise and he is on his feet looking at me in his human form.

"Okay this is war."

I tun throughout the house grabbing things that aren't breakable and throwing them at him. We both end up finding spray water bottles.

I ran out of water and had to run listening to his feet pound after me, randomly hearing something break because he slips in a puddle.

I run to the kitchen and grab the sink sprayer. I aim it at the two doorways. It is quiet.

"Marco?"

"Pollo."

He grabs the sink sprayer from behind me trying to get me to spray myself. I try to move my head to spray him behind me. I yank forward and slip on a puddle, holding onto the hose and Offender. He slips and the the hose drops us on the floor sprinkling water at us.

We lay there panting and laughing. I randomly choke on water.

"Well when I said I wanted you wet, this isn't what I meant."

We both laugh and just lay there in the flooding kitchen. A good memory, not everything is so bad, huh?