A new life Female Creepypastas x male scarred reader

A serious chat

Ann: okay, I've heard some weird things when the others woke up but you took the cake.
Y/N: this is a random conversation topic but ok.
Ann: Slenda wants to talk to you about something, best not to keep her waiting.
Y/N: chat with the hentai monster, got it.
Ann: Y/N, don't say that in her face.
Y/N: seems like you're speaking from experience.
Ann: no, I'm not, there used to be others like us but they're long dead.
Y/N: ok, just don't piss her off, I'll keep that in mind.
Ann: ta-ta.
You leave Ann's clinic and walk down the hallway.
Y/N: wonder how long this took to build.
After passing many rooms, you stop at Slenda's and knock on the door.
Slenda: enter.
You enter the room.
Slenda: ah Y/N, have a seat, I have something to discuss with you.
You sit down on a chair that appears out of thin air. Slenda sits down on the other side.
Slenda: remember Zalga?
Y/N: you mean the one I threw a dictionary at?
Slenda: yes her.
Y/N: what about her?
Slenda: she has... proxies of her own, and a mansion of hers too.
Y/N: ok?
Slenda: sorry if this confuses you.
Y/N: that's an understatement, I am really confused as of now.
Slenda: right right, any whoo, you were able to harm Zalga so I'd say you'd have no problem with her proxies in a 1v1. However, I'm not sure about all of them together against you on your lonesome.
Y/N: what if I told you that since we've met, I've been holding back?
Slenda: you have?
Y/N: I have, wasn't even going at 1%.
Slenda: I'd like to see this.
Both Slenda and you teleport into the forest.
Slenda: well, show me.
Y/N: alright, this will take some time.
You raise your arms as a red aura radiates around you. You focus your power and a massive skull with red eyes appears in front of you with a flash.

Like this.
Y/N: you might want to step back.
Slenda teleports about six inches backwards as the jaws of this gargantuan skull slowly open as red energy collects into a small sphere at the center. Once ready, you stick your palm out as the once red sphere becomes an intense red beam of raw, unrestrained energy. The blast snaps trees with ease as it fades. The skull disappears, you turn to see Slenda writing something on a notepad.
Slenda: well that was something.
Y/N: yeah, it is.
Slenda: how many of these can you use at a time?
Y/N: only one. What it has in power, it lacks in speed to charge.
Slenda: slow and strong.
Y/N: yep.
Slenda: any drawbacks?
Y/N: if you consider a smoke screen a drawback then yes.
Slenda: fuck it! That's a drawback!
Y/N: the first two words of what you just said sum up my life's decisions to this point.
Slenda: so you just said fuck it and went for it?
Y/N: yes.
Slenda: Oh! That reminds me! If you ever see a small, grey thing with a clawed hand that puts Freddy Krueger to shame, either yeet the fuck outta there or kill it.
Y/N: and what is this small, grey thing with a clawed hand that puts Freddy Krueger to shame?
Slenda: The Rake.
Y/N: really? Named after a fucking gardening tool?
Slenda: then what would you suggest? The Trowel? The Shovel? The Watering Can?
Y/N: I get your point.
Slenda: right, just remember that my tendrils can rip you in half.
Y/N: not if I flatten you first.
Slenda: wanna go mouldy cheese?
Y/N: bet you half eaten omelet!
Slenda: oh it's on you pregnant turkey!
Y/N: don't make me pimp smack you you decomposed fish burger!
Slenda: what the fuck just happened?
Y/N: I have no fucking idea! we went from talking about my power, to discussing names for a creature after gardening tools mind you, to insulting each other after food that can no longer be eaten, besides the pregnant turkey.
Slenda: weirdest fucking chain of events I've seen in some time. Well, it's getting late, I'm off to bed.
Y/N: aight, see ya in the morning.
Slenda: oh no you don't! You're sleeping in bed with me!
Y/N: Qué mierda?
Slenda: yes, you heard me, besides, it gets lonely at times.
*time skip after an awkward conversation and you and Slenda hopping in bed, no lemon yet! You're gonna have to wait!*
Y/N: welp, night.
Slenda: night Y/N.
Fin