Sick?
(Josef's P.O.V)
Everything was perfectly normal, same as any day. That was until I heard loud coughing, I stopped washing the dishes and I poked my head out the kitchen door to see who it was. No one was there but I could still hear the coughing, Masky came out of Slenderman's office with a sigh.
"Was that you?" I asked, starting to get worried.
"No, not this time" he said, turning into the kitchen, I followed with the feeling he was going to say something to me.
"You know how to make soup?" He asked turning around
"Yes" I responded, going to the stove to turn it on.
"Great, doesn't matter what type just has to be good, tell me when you're done" he said and walked out. I decided to make Avgolemono soup, I'm guessing it's for whoever was coughing and this is a great soup for sickness.
*Time skip*
I found Masky and told him the soup was ready, he took the soup and I watched him take it to a room, more importantly Slenderman's office. I wondered what could possibly be wrong with Slenderman but I just went back to my work like normal. Four weeks have passed and the same coughing has been happening, the whole mansion could hear and the whole mansion could tell where it was coming from. Slenderman's office.
"Josef?" Sally asked, tugging on my sleeve I hummed a response as I continued making green tea for Slenderman.
"Is Slendy going to be ok?" She asked. I stopped for a moment just staring down at her, it was no doubt he was getting worse by the hour, but how could I tell her that?
"Of course Sally. When has he not gotten better" I said, sending a reassuring smile her way, Sally smiled back and continued to talk to me as I made the tea
(Peter's P.O.V)
This is the third time this week that I've been called to Zalgo's office for him 'not feeling the best' and each time I go to see him he looks deathly. I'm afraid he's getting sick but how could that be, he's Zalgo, a demon. Zalgo has gotten noticeably weaker, I'm scared to even think that as if I do he might just decide to prove me wrong but he's barely even doing anything, just laying in bed calling me for the little things that he should be able to do on his own. I've gotten less sleep and feel like I'm about to pass out but I know that Zalgo is more important than any amount of sleep.
"Arline" I called from my room noticing him pass by.
"Yes?" He asked in a sing-song voice
"Has Zalgo been coughing as much?" I asked looking up from my drawing pad
"He's gotten worse, nothing seems to be helping" he said in a monotone voice, his mirror-like eyes dimming. I sighed and got up hearing a hoarse, dry cough coming from his room.
"Yes, well see you tomorrow night" I said, he said a quick bye and then went off to his room. Walking to his room was like walking to your death if you weren't careful enough. I turned into his room just to hear another cough.
"You should get some sleep sir" I said standing in his doorway.
"I know, I know Peter, you don't need to remind me" he sighed resting his head on his pillow. I ripped a piece of paper out of my pad and put it on his bedside table before saying goodnight and disappearing into the hallway.
"Hopefully he gets better" I thought outloud going into my bedroom to get ready for another long night of doing nothing.

(Idk what to do for the covers😭😭)
#creepypasta
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