Literature
Clothes. Slenderman Prompt 5. (6 and 4)
“Fuck, just how many outfits has Trender made for you?” Invisible brows furrowed, Offenderman frowns as he rifles through an opened wardrobe. In it, more clothes than possibly seems able to fit. Most of which that clearly has not been worn yet. Well, likely not since the owner of said clothes had first been fitted for them anyways. Not that the being blamed the girl. Every time he pushed a neatly hung shirt to the side, five more seemed to appear as if out of nowhere. And lets not forget just how pristine some looked. Were they even meant to be worn in the first place? “I don't know. I stopped trying to keep count a long time ago.” Alana, the sixteen year old girl in question, answers without looking over at him; sitting a few feet away at her desk. Pressing his lips together, Offender pauses on a particularly fancy looking shirt which was accompanied by a pair of black slacks before turning his head to look behind him. “Half the stuff in here doesn't even look as if it's been