Offenderman [ᏟᎾᎷᏢᎬᎢᎬ]

Chapter Nine

She takes a moment to let it all sink in, finishing up her notes and considering this new information. "So is that why you're so obsessed with roses?" she asks carefully.

"You tell me." He says with a shrug "Although I have been known to dump bags of glitter on people. That's all Splendy genetics right there."

"So if Splendorman made you, why do you keep calling all the other slenders "brother?""

"It's always either brother or sister with slenders, and though I guess you could technically think of me as Slendermans grandson, it's just not a word any of us ever use. But there are some grey areas."

"So it sounds like you don't get along with the other slenders very well."

"Gee, what gave you that idea?"

"You're less than subtle sarcasm for one"

"I knew you were a feisty one beneath all that mental trauma. I keep this up you might even smile, doubt it though. Well, during the interview at least. We'll see about afterwards."

He was right; she was starting to loosen up around him. She was almost glad he pointed it out, and she tried to steel herself. "Encouraging you is the last thing I want to do." She repeats, but this time in a less convincing tone.

"And I'm still gonna be one horny mother fucker no matter what you do." He leans in slightly so they're more face to face, his broad smile seeming oddly humorless, and more threatening than she had seen so far. "and either you can decide to enjoy it," his smile becoming more sadistic and excited "or I can make you."

She feels a tentacle stroke along her thigh, and she twitches like a cat thrown in a bathtub full of water, reflexively jumping onto the booth and as far away from his touch as she could in a single movement in a surprising display of agility and reflexes, ending up perched in the corner where the booth met window, though she didn't scream or make much of a noise as she did so.

She watches as the single white tentacle retracts into Sexual-Offenderman's back, and see's a wide, suggestive smile plastered across his face, his teeth now slick with clear black saliva, making the otherwise white teeth of his smile seem to stick out especially against his face. "That's one hell of a nervous twitch you got there. I like it."

She stares daggers into him, but he just smiles even broader as more tentacles start to snake from his back.

"I wonder how mad Slendy will be when he finds out I fucked one of his targets." He says, rising to his feet to tower over her.

"I still have questions to ask." She says forcefully, at the same time backing further into the corner

"You can ask them later." Its voice sounding more monstrous now as the tentacles lengthen on his back, and his mouth starts to open, long black pointed tongue coated in saliva started to snake from his mouth, when suddenly there was a loud "BANG!"

And in a bur of movement too fast for her to comprehend, she finds herself suddenly standing on the other side of the room, one of his hands grasped firmly on her shoulder as he stood beside her, looking at the booth where they had been sitting barely a fraction of a second before, and breathing heavily. She could see waves of cracked glass coming from a bullet hole in the window, which followed a trajectory that took it through the middle of the table and into the floor, a warning shot from one of the snipers.

She looks back up at him. He stops his panting and looks down at her, smiling a cheeky grin and saying

"You were saying?" he says cheerfully.

She walks back to the booth calmly and takes a seat, he follows her lead, sitting down casually, and turning to look out the window, a creepy grin on his face that seemed to say 'I know where you are.' Before turning back to the woman across from him, his smile now seeming happy and good natured.