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.

"I should do this sort of thing more often." He says happily. She on the other hand, is nearing the end of her rope.

"Really?! well I'm glad you're having a good time!" she snaps back at him, but then she sighs and rubs her temples. Trying to calm herself down. "Just stay on your side of the table okay?"

"I can't promise anything" he says jokingly, but she immediately shoots a positively murderous look at him.

"Don't - fucking - touch - me."

She bury's her face in her hands and sighs heavily. "I need a minute."

He looks at her for a moment, a slight hint of concern on his face, which turns into a smirk as he reply's "Sure."

After rubbing her eyes and taking a few more deep breaths, she starts writing down in her notepad while Sexual-Offenderman leans over onto the table, folding his arms over it and resting his chin on the table, although with him being so tall this meant he took up about three fourths of the table's width. Although rather than scolding him for it she instead scooted to the next seat over and continued writing.

He watched her write for a while but seemed to quickly get bored of it. Scanning his surroundings he noticed a sugar dispenser at the end of the table, like that was used for tea or coffee. He reached out and grabbed the sugar, pushing himself off of the table with his other hand and leaning back in his chair, tilting his head back and tearing his mouth open, before lazily starting to pour sugar into his gaping maw, and pour, and pour, and pour.

She looks up at him and finds her train of thought petering out as she watched him lounge there pouring sugar in his mouth. It just seemed so comical and bizarre somehow. He glances at her staring, and puts down the sugar dispenser, shifting the sugar around in his mouth with his tongue for a moment before letting it seal shut as he says sarcastically "Please, don't stop on my account. I'm sure whatever it was you were doing was VERY important." His attention shifting back to the sugar dispenser as he worked to twist off the cap.

"Do you always eat this much sugar?"

"Don't worry" he says as he takes the cap off the dispenser "I'll burn it all off with all the wild sex I'll be giving you." And then he tore open his mouth, tilted his head back, and dumped the entire thing into it, leaving a large pile of sugar held precariously in his mouth, lips healing shut as he carefully closed his mouth around the pile of sugar.

"You didn't answer my question."

He looks at her quizzically, with that weird expression of having an eyebrow raised, even though he didn't have eyebrows as his mouth was still healing shut. Once closed he tilts his head back down and replies

"Why do you want to know so bad? You trying to set up a Fatterman joke or something? Oh, wait, of course not. You don't have a sense of humor. My bad."

He was actually starting to sound a little hurt and defensive, although she couldn't quite understand why, so she decided to just keep talking

"I'm just curious. There seems like there might have been more too it."

"Oooo, is this one of those psychoanalytical things? " he lean's in over the table, putting his elbows on it and holding his head in his hands, his cheerful demeanor seeming to return.

"I suppose."

"Well don't leave me hanging."

"I'm not sure if I should."

"Hey, you already called me fat, I'm sure I can handle whatever other nasty things you have to say about me." He teases

"I didn't call you fat." She says forcefully

"You're not answering my question" he mocks

"You never asked me a question."

"Come on, enough pussyfooting. Freud me up. Pick me apart and read me like a book. Put some method in my madness and mind-fuck me up and down the corridors of my subconscious."

"You know that's really not helping any."

"Well its making me feel better."

"... Ok."

"Wow. You're so tolerant and understanding. Would it kill you to be a bit more pig headed?"

"Wait, what?"

"Compared to most people you've got all the attitude of a piece of limp spaghetti. Sure it's funny to watch you try to keep your cool, but you're not giving me the chance to use my innuendos and one liners. Heck, you've even got me calling them innuendos."

Wow, her associate over the phone was right. This guy really did sound like a comedy relief character from a tv show. She thinks to herself before answering with

"You're talking to a person who's family was murdered by your "Brother" and then spent over a year going through hell trying to escape him, was almost raped by YOU, and is still probably going to get raped, by you. You're just going to have to deal with what you get. "

"That's better! Now on with the interview! Ask me something that is both shocking and distasteful!"

She thinks for a moment before asking

"Do you go after kids?"

".... Huh. Not what I had in mind, but I'll take it." He leans back smugly and continues. "How about I let you in on a little secret. First to answer your question; no, my dear big brother Slendy won't let me. Apparently he happened to meet some kid I spent the night with, and didn't like the idea that his food could be more afraid of me than it is of him. Plus, he has this thing for the whole 'childish innocence' crap. So yeah, no ankle biters for me."

He leans in closer, a hint on menace in his body language "but you know, there are other ways to get rid of that "innocence" he likes so much besides fucking them silly."

He leans in even closer, unnerving smile splitting across his face