User:Slenderwoman

Some of you illiterate fools out there believe that Slendy and I don’t exist. Such a sad, sad thing to think, for, we very much do exist. We live in a nice home, like we have for many years now. Some think it’s utterly insane for such a thing to happen, such a coincidence of love and gore. But, we have a honorable history together, a history that shall be passed down for generations in our family. And, Slendy, if you read this, it’s just to show how much I love you.

           It was the first day of seventh grade. Besides how complicated being a faceless teenage girl is, I was struggling through school, my grades getting low. My parents weren’t too pleased, nor was I. It was only possible for me to get better if I wasn’t avoided at a constant rate. My parents always said how pretty I was, with my long, cascading brown hair, my beautiful skin, and my petite build. But, that wasn’t the case. True, I was slightly pretty, but I had no face. No eyes, mouth, or nose. I simply terrified the students and teachers at my school. They feared me and avoided me, making me sink into a deep pit of depression.

           My parents set me up to seek tutoring classes after school each day at the local university. This intimidated me, the fact I’d be around college students. But, I didn’t mind. It was a dream of mine to be the A+ student, always on Principal’s Honor Roll.

           That first Monday I went, I shall never forget. My parents dropped me off at the front gates and drove off, leaving the few kind and brave college students scattered about to point to the classroom I was being summoned to. I trudged down the halls, and soon, I knocked on the darkened door of classroom C666. The ironic classroom number skipped my attention, but now when I look back on the day, I know exactly why it was room C666 I was being sent to.

           The door creaked open, the room pitch black to the human eye, but, being a Slender, it was easy to see and look around. I nervously entered, and sat down at a desk up front. When I look back, I meet the gaze of another of my kind, a model image of what Slenders could be. It was the one and only Slenderman.

           My breathing slowed dramatically as I looked at him, and every day since, I went to his classes, and learned. Within a month, my failing grades had become one hundreds. It was a perfect life.

           He was so down to earth, and we were on a first name basis; Tessa and Slenderman. I myself had never met a Slender besides him, and it went down in the history books by far.

           For years, I continued to visit him, until college came, and it wasn’t visiting any longer.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           I enrolled in that very same university, and took courses he recommended. His class was on top. It was a class about, you guessed it, mathematics. He calmly explained each and every topic to us, making sure not to go too fast or too slow. He was extremely patient and caring, and quite fond of me in particular.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           The last day of college, he requested for me to visit him after that last school day, so I eagerly and obediently did.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           “Tessa, you’re a perfect mirror imagery of any young Slender lady. You have the utmost elegance and beauty, even if you do not think so yourself. I simply adore you, and I want to spend the rest of the centuries together with you, no matter what,” he said kindly and lovingly, in that sweet dove voice of his. How could I resist? He had just proposed to me! Even if it did seem odd and unnatural, I said yes, and soon, we were walking down the isle of a private wedding.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           We never told my family. Instead, we disappeared and moved into our first home together, a cabin in the Adirondack Mountains of New York. It was simply lovely, to die for almost. We left Vermont to come to this home, and he quit his job for us. Soon, he got a new one, as a mailman, a simple, yet complex road to take.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Each day, he’d drive to work in his Cadillac, and I myself would stay at home like any decent housewife. My daily routine was to clean the home, iron his suits, and consider what meal to make for dinner. Then, I would go hiking, go to the town, or I would take a swim in Lake George. Then he would return home, and do some things in his office, before we sat down to a nice candle light dinner. After that, we would snuggle up and watch a movie together, and go to bed.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           If was a lifestyle I couldn’t refuse, for, it was just too lovely. This went on for years and years, about a century. Being a Slender, he would lust to kill every so often, and would do so, until one day, he turned killing into a career. He worked for a source I mustn’t repeat, and made loads of cash. Unfortunately, we became more and more located as people destroyed those woods. We were forced to relocate, a sad event that even I’ll admit, put me on the brink of tears. But, we moved soon enough, to a home that’s simply irresistible.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Slendy surprised me by getting us on a plane and leaving to for the wonderful place named Amsterdam. We lived in the mountains there, on a cliff-like edge, in a mansion, a small, wondrous mansion. This is where we raised our first child, Harley, a sweet, young little Slender. She was simply marvelous, with long hair like mine, and a perfect complexion, an exact replica of me as a teenager. She went to school, and with Slendy’s help, became the perfect Honors Roll student we all dreamed of.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           Slendy continued his career diligently with a casual pride. Harley continued schooling and living up to high standards. When Harley was merely sixteen, another change forced us to move. Slendy switched to another boss, and we had to move back to the United States. Harley rebelled out of anger and frustration, but Slendy managed to use his tendrils to drag her and her things to the airport and into the United States once more.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           We resided in New Jersey, moving to a cabin-like mansion in the Pine Barrens. Harley was quick to make herself at home, befriending the New Jersey Devil and Red Eyes, whom we called Devil and Red. She dropped out of school, because the nearest school was ten miles away. Slendy taught her and home schooled her from then on. After two years living in our new one, I bore two more children, twin boys, Alexander and Ace. They looked exactly like Slendy, and our family prospered merrily. Slendy continued his mass killing, and several of his bigger cases, terrorizing people with his signs and insignias. I stayed at home, watching the twins and Harley. Despite the fact Harley didn’t bring Devil and Red over all the time, they were pleasant young men.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           And this is the life I live now.

<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">           My name is Tessa. I’m the one who earned the title of Slenderwoman, the rightful wife to Slenderman. I have three children, Harley, Alexander, and Ace. We’re expecting another child soon as I write this, and as I pursue my journey to become an author. I live in a mansion in the Pine Barrens happily, loving every second of the life I spend as Slenderwoman.