I… what… what the fuck?

…Ugh… I have such a headache…

“What exactly do you use those for?” Detta couldn’t help but ask, curiosity had always been her downfall..

Perhaps you should use your imagination. Or I may show you… in the forest.

Slenderman, what do you do when you catch someone? I see you walking behind people and leaving notes for them, but what else? Why do you have no face? Can you eat, talk or see?

Questions? Yes, many questions. Answers… There are answers. But tell them I shall not.

((O_O *runs away*))

Running does no good for one such as you when one such as me can teleport.

Detta shuddered and recoiled slightly, “Well, that was vivid. I suppose I have to believe you now. But that doesn’t mean I trust you.”

Well, one such as me needs not the ṯ̴̬̘̯ͥͦ̉̓ͩ̔ͯ̀r̶̴̘̆͌̎̏͑̅̈̌͡ȗ͌͌ͩ̋ͩ̚҉͕͉̝̜̮s̗̙͖̲̳̩̹̀ͨͩ̿̂͒̀͜t̛͈̠̳͉̞ͩͣ̓̈́̔̀̏̌̚ from one such as yourself. It seems to be a ç͓͙̙͍̫ͥ̍̓o͈͔͓̻̦̠̦͗̓͐̔ͦ͐͟m̥̠̠̹̠̾̂̐ͩ͟ͅm̴ͣ̓ͣͤ͗̄̅o̪͇͊n͇̰̲ͮ̒̏̄̇ͭ̃́ ̲̠̹͇̫̝̿ͨͨ̒t͕̦̦̝̋ͤ̾͝ͅh̢̲͍͈̗̔ͣͭ̐́̓́e̗̥̙̝͂͠m̢ͯè̦͉̹͇͈̜ for ones with this proxy’s appearance though, yes?

Fucking. Slenderman.

Yeeeeeees?

I have one question to ask, Slenderman/Dalie. May I inquire for your autograph?

Ah… strange request from the godling… nonetheless, I shall fulfill it for there is no harm in such, yes? I have no ink so I shall have to use blood… *scribbles on a piece of paper*

Here you go.

Studies him, “Alright, that’s worth the risk.” Follows him into the forest.

*this particular anon was never heard from or seen again*

Have you ever fucked anyone with those tentacles? Would you like to?

You might be surprised what I have done with my tentacles. I could show you… in the forest.

-comes back and tattoos a mustache on you-

I tattooed someone once, with their own blood. They did not seem to like what I gave them.