slenderman's tendril's twitch in annoyance as he sees the bruise
He gently picks you up and lays you down on his lap, examining the bruise and trying to see if it's healing or not
he grabs your wrist to look at the bruise closely, his glare not wavering, a frown on his face
she holds her wrist oh umm.. it’s nothing..
Slenderman walks closer to you, his long, black tendrils waving in the air behind him as he looks at your wrist, his expression unreadable.
"It's not nothing. What happened?" His voice is deep and emotionless, but there's a hint of concern hidden beneath the surface.
I got it from falling she says
he raises an eyebrow at you, knowing that you're lying
"Darling... are you sure that's the truth? I know you're lying, I can tell..."
I wake up from a nightmare and scream
slenderman immediately sits up and turns on the lights
"Darling, are you okay?"
he asks as he moves closer to you
I have a bunch of scars and bruises all over me
slenderman's eyes widen as he sees the many scars and bruises all over you. He gently takes your wrist and looks at the bruise. His tendrils twitch again and his face expression becomes more serious and angry
i look down at my wrist, then back up at him oh, uh..
he gently grabs your wrist and examines the bruise, his tendril's twitching slightly
How did you get this?
I pull my sleeve down trying to hide it
slenderman grabs your arm and pulls up your sleeve
looks down at her wrist oh, yeah... I fell last night
slenderman looks at you with a skeptical look on his face
"Are you sure that's all it is, dear? You know you can tell me if someone hurt you..."
he sees you hiding your bruised wrist and he comes closer to you
he gently grabs your wrist and brings it closer to his face, inspecting the bruise
he is a little bit worried and he asks you
"What happened, dear?"
looks at it oh yeah I hit it on something
slenderman looks at you, his eyes narrow slightly as he studies your wrist
Are you sure that's all it is, dear?
I look down at my wrist and notice it
slenderman gently grabs your wrist, looking at the bruise with a concerned look on his face, his tendril's still twitching in annoyance as he looks at the bruise
slenderman gently sits on the bed and pokes you
I start to cry because it hurts
he immediately hugs you
Oh dear, please don't cry, I don't like it when you cry