Anon reads Creepy Pasta to Twilight(Anon x Twilight)

>”Anon, earlier you mentioned a part of human literature known as “Creepy Pasta.” can you read me one?”
>Twilight smiled up at you, and you couldn’t refuse.
“I can, but it will be pretty scary. Sure you can handle it?” She blushes when you boop her nose.
>”I’ve read tons of horror stories. Show me your worst.” She put on a ‘fierce’ smile.
>Well, not really fierce, more like an adorkable look of concentration.
>It probably was intended to look fierce, but instead it just looks cute.
“Alright I’ll tell you the story about… Slenderman I guess.”
>”Slender-Man?”
“Yeah. See the story is…”
-
>”Wow, anon..” Twilight looked physically disturbed. “I didn’t think human horror stories were so…”
“Scary?”
>She chuckled. “Yeah.”
“Well it is called horror for a reason.”
>You stretch and yawn.
“Man it is getting late.”
>You look out the window and see the Moon is starting to raise into the sky.
>Guess it’s time to turn in.
“I think I’m going to go hit the hay.” You pop your neck, causing her to wince.
>”A- alright. Goodnight anon…” Twilight’s voice trails off.
>Shrugging, you walk into the guest room of the treehouse, flip off the lamp and crawl under the warm covers.
>Sometime before you slip into sleep, the door to your room creaks open and someone steps in.
>”Anon?” You hear Twilight’s hushed voice.
“Yeah?”
>”I’m kind of… scared… can I sleep with you tonight?”
>...
“Sure I guess…”
>Twilight crawls under the covers next to you, burying her head in your chest.
>You hold her there, providing a welcome border between her and the darkness of the room.
>Unexpectedly, Twilight gives you a quick peck to your cheek.
>”Night anon…”