1563: I’ll protect you – Chapter 1Posted: October 14, 2016
—CONTAINS REFERENCES TO PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ABUSE—
Hello, dear Patrons, and welcome to that compendium of regrettable life choices that we call the Library of The Damned!
Admiral Sakai’s recent explorations into creepypasta have inspired me to pull out a fic from the Slender portion of ff.net that was written by an author I’ve already featured twice. For those of you unaware, the Slender series of video games features one of the Intertubez’s favorite creepypasta memes, The Slender Man, whose origins can be traced to a 2009 Photoshop contest on the Something Awful forums.
The first game, titled Slender: The Eight Pages, has a deceptively simple premise; the player, armed with nothing but a flashlight, must find eight pages hidden around an open world containing thick forests (with gradually increasing fog) as well as several empty structures all while avoiding a faceless antagonist who slowly stalks them. Much of the dramatic tension comes from the intense atmosphere of the game, since the player must rely on visual and auditory cues to avoid Slender as there is no defense against his attacks. (It’s one of those games where if you don’t have a good pair of stereo headphones you’re going to die early and often.)
There’s not really any back story given in the first game, it’s never revealed who the young protagonist is or why Slender is chasing them, and the pages collected don’t offer much information regarding the characters.
Well, not any background information.
The sequel, Slender: The Arrival, does expand the world significantly but never really explores the antagonist’s motivations or origins. This is actually true to the character; The Slender Man doesn’t have an established canon written by a single creator as the character’s mythos has been built up from a variety of sources – including fanart, creepypasta, and AR video series like Marble Hornets – and each version varies slightly. (I’ve even written one myself, which you can read here.) There are some common characteristics; Slender is depicted as being a tall, thin figure with unnaturally elongated limbs (that are often revealed to be tentacles) wearing a dark man’s suit with a white shirt and either a black or red tie and having a featureless, paper-white head. This figure slowly stalks victims, which are typically children or young adults, for unknown yet presumably nefarious purposes. Being in Slender’s presence can also cause what is called “The Slender Effect” in the chosen victims; symptoms include (but are not limited to) paranoia, nausea, auditory or visual hallucinations, intense fear, and can eventually lead to permanent insanity. The origins for the character, if they are even given, typically fall into three categories; paranormal entity, mythical cryptid, or alien monster. In nearly all of his depictions The Slender Man serves as the work’s antagonist; he is literally a blank canvas that the creator can use as they see fit.
And then there’s that tiny portion of the population that takes that blank canvas and fills it with something entirely different, as evidenced by the summary of this fic;
He wandered the woods, hoping to escape from reality. “I wish I could just die!” Thaddeus cried as he leaned against a tree. Who would have thought that a tall Slender man would change his life for the better? Yaoi! Slash! boy x boy! lolol enjoy XD
That’s right – this is a yaoi slashfic prominently featuring a pairing between what I assume to be an OC and The Slender Man.
Can it get worse? Of course it can! Those two other fics I’ve worked on that were written by this author? If you don’t recognize the author’s name, let me help you. The fics in question would be the Beast/Gaston slashfic Beauty within the beast and I don’t want to be alone again!, the Gaston/Prince Adam rape fic.
Could it get any worse than that? Why, yes it can! This fic has fanart!
Of a sorts; ff.net allows authors to attach a thumbnail image to their fics, which shows up in the summary and at the top of each chapter. This is the image this particular fic has;
Yeah, this is going to be bad.
And it starts with an Author’s Note. Awesome.
Just a little idea that came to mind while I was watching Slender videos XD Honestly I don’t know about you but I feel as though there aren’t enough Slender man yaoi stories.
And there’s probably a very good reason for that. There are a few “adult” stories out there, primarily of the tentacle rape variety, but most have a female protagonist/victim. Since The Slender Man’s victims are typically young children, there’s also quite a lot of (hopefully unintentional) pedophilia involved as well. It’s one of those sketchy sub-fandoms that you really don’t want to be associated with.
Like I search and search and search but I can’t seem to find a good story T.T
Because it’s mostly tentacle rape porn, which isn’t really known for having a compelling plot.
We should change that!
Having read your previous fics, I can’t see that happening with this fic.
lol XD Enjoy! BTW! I’m not a person that regularly updates her stories. xP just saying.
[insert obligatory posting schedule lecture here]
Warming: MalexMale. Strong language, sexual theme, violence
I should probably just start drinking now to save myself time later.
I wiped the fresh tears on my face with my sweaters sleeve. Their words echoed in my head like a broken recorder as I continued my path through the tall trees.
I assume that’s meant to be “broken record” since a broken woodwind probably wouldn’t make much noise at all.
I don’t know where exactly I’m going but I hope its far. Far away from everything. “Why?” I said to no one in particular, stumbling on a twig. “Why am I the reject of the school, the pest in my families eyes, the mistake God has made?” I whimpered, hugging my body tightly searching for the comfort I needed. I shivered as a gust of wind passed by, causing my hood to fall off my head.
I suddenly feel an intense urge to put on some heavy black eyeliner and dig my old Judybats CD out of storage.
“I hate you, I wish you were never born!” Anna said early today. Out of everyone who has said cruel things to me, her words stung the most.
…Okay? I don’t know who this person is, so I don’t know why they would have such a profound effect on you.
To have your own sibling tell you they hated you is like a stab straight in the gut.
The author must be an only child.
Hey it’s not my fault our parents got horny and forgot to use a bloody condom!
Ewww. If that was the case, I could see why they didn’t want to use it.
It’s not my fault I was born and killed our mother!
Sudden Tragek back story is both sudden and Tragek. And the way it’s worded makes it sound like two distinct events; Nameless was born, and then at a later time killer Mother Nameless.
“It’s not like I did it on purpose!” I cried, smashing my fist against a tree.
But you are milking that giant cow for every drop of angst available.
I fell down to my knees and leaned against the rough wood.
Bark, not wood; I doubt one punch could debark the trunk.
Blood trickled from my knuckles because of the harsh blow, but I didn’t really give a damn right now.
Nameless hit the tree once and split open their knuckles so badly that they are bleeding profusely? Damn. Nameless must have the delicate skin of a fairy-tale princess.
A shaky breath left my lips as I looked up at the crimson sky.
AHHH! THE SKY IS ON FIRE!
The sun was just about to set and the creatures of the night are probably getting ready to hunt.
Please gods, don’t let there be sparklepires in this fic. Much love, Ghostie.
I looked down at my bloody knuckle. “Maybe some wolf will smell my blood and try to eat me?” I laughed as some of my tears fell to my hands, mixing with the blood.
Was that supposed to be funny?
And does anyone else feel like their eyeballs are getting bruised?
A groan escaped my lips as I felt the bruises in my stomach burn.
Because of course Nameless has bruises in their stomach. Why wouldn’t they? Not sure how they managed to bruise an internal organ without damaging the surrounding abdominal tissue, but Sues/Stus can do anything. Maybe he/she/it swallowed some rocks or something.
Gerald decided to be extra violent today.
And who is he?
After I accidentally tripped over his new shoes he got so angry that he got some of his buddies and decided to teach me a lesson.
Ah, he must be the designated asshole.
“You’re such wimp!” I remember him saying in a sing-song way. “How about you do us all a favor and kill yourself?”
In my head I’m hearing all of this dialogue in a sing-song tone, and it turns it from vaguely menacing into a discordant mess. Sing-song taunting is really only effective when used to deliver short statements.
He laughed before giving me a blow in the stomach and leaving me in the school parking lot.
So Gerald the designated asshole had to get an indeterminate number of his buddies together just to be able to safely taunt Nameless for a few seconds before punching Nameless once in the stomach?
Nameless might be more of a badass than I thought, despite their glass physique.
“I would but I don’t think God or the Devil want me around them,” I joked to myself again, laughing weakly.
Still not very funny; in fact, jokes about committing suicide are typically considered to be in bad taste.
I have a tendency to talk to myself.
You apparently also have a tendency to muddle your timeline, because I can’t tell if this scene-fragment is supposed to be set in the school parking lot or in the forest.
Wow, no wonder everyone thinks I’m a freak.
What a lightweight. Honey, I regularly hold conversations with upwards of a half-dozen fictional people – usually in my head, but sometimes out loud. I’m sure many of our Patrons have done something similar; it’s part of the specialized insanity that goes with writing fiction.
I stood up as slowly as possible, trying my best to lessen the pain, and once again I looked up towards the sky.
How long is Nameless going to stand out here angsting? I’ve got muffins in the oven.
“Should I go home?” I asked myself closing my eyes and leaning against the tree. “Hmph, No one wants me around… I should just keep moving forward until I’m nothing but a memory,” with that being said I continued my way through the forest.
I’m starting to hope a wolf does eat Nameless, but the poor thing would probably die from emo poisoning. Only a Sue/Stu can handle this level of intense feels.
“What a loser!”
“Hey Thaddeus, how does it feel to be such a faggot?”
“Your parents must be so disappointed, to have a good for nothing kid like you,”
Hello, random unattributed voices! Have you met Mr. Crowbar?
Patrons, we have a name and a gender! And apparently our protagonist is a small bundle of sticks. I mean, he could be; the author is spending all this time layering on the Tragek like it’s cheap black nail polish, but has neglected to establish anything concrete about this vague blob of Void other than he is the communal whipping boy.
“Shut up already! Just Stop!” I shouted covering my ears with my hands. I fell to my knees as their voices continued.
…Talking to yourself is one thing, but legitimately hearing voices is a sign of a deep psychosis.
“Enough damn it!” I cried as a stream of salty tears ran down my cheeks.
As apposed to the sugary Kool-Aid tears everyone else cries.
“Your so ugly!”
Hey! You leave my alone!
“Thaddeus? What type of stupid name is that?”
“You’re probably the stupidest person in the school!”
That is the kind of name that could get a boy beaten up in certain schoolyards, but I think most kids would have shortened it to ‘Thad’ if they were getting picked on for having an odd name.
“Stop…” I whimpered as their words continued to torment me. When will this stop, when will this end?
This is why all those anti-bullying campaigns stress the idea of telling someone in authority what is happening to you. If someone is physically or mentally abusing you, you need to tell someone – and keep telling anyone you can find until something is done about it.
I cant take this anymore! All the abuse, all the hate, everything! I wish could just die! “Someone please make them stop!” I whimpered, clenching my eyes shut, trying to escape from reality. I’ve had enough!
It pains me on a deeply personal level to see this sort of thing. This kind of systemic bullying does strongly affect a person, it leaves scars on your soul that time can never fully erase, but using this trauma as a substitution for character development offends me. A person is more than the abuse they have suffered. The author wants me to feel sorry for this guy, but I’m not emotionally invested in him at all. If anything, I’m just angry about the bullying being treated as character development.
Do not weep my little kitten…
…Why did the formatting suddenly change?
I gasped aloud and snapped my eyes open. Was that someone’s voice just now?
Maybe? I don’t know if the formatting change was supposed to indicate dialogue or not.
“W-Who’s there?” I asked as I slowly stood up to my feet and looked at my surroundings.
:stares into the Void:
I hope your view is better than mine. All I can see is a blobby tree.
My heart rate quickened and shivers ran up my spine. No one’s here… but I’m sure I heard someone-
Literally nothing else is here except Thaddeus and that tree he punched. Wait, is the tree an Ent?
-Do not be afraid… The same low, raspy voice said causing my heart to skip a beat.
Typically when a disembodied Mysterious Voice tells someone to not be afraid, it has the exact opposite effect.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as I hesitantly walked through the forest. The tears in my eyes had stopped flowing
I’ve got a tiny little plunger that can fix that problem.
and the harsh voices no longer repeated in my head. Thaddeus…
He is alone in a darkening forest and hears a Mysterious Voice – THAT KNOWS HIS NAME! – and instead of hauling his ass out of there he goes towards it.
What a dumbass.
“W-Who are you?” I stuttered coming across a large tree.
… It’s a tree. One of those tall, cylindrical organisms made of cellulose that dump leaves or needles all over your yard?
For some reason, there was a piece of paper attached to it?
Why are you unsure as to whether or not there’s a piece of paper attached to the tree? That’s something you should be able to visually confirm.
I raised a brow as I reached out towards the paper and let the tips of my fingers lightly brush against it.
Of course he’s going to touch it; they always gotta touch The Shiny.
My gut tightened up as I grabbed the end of the paper. For some reason I feel as though my life will change dramatically if I take this paper.
It will fundamentally change your life in that you will possess a piece of paper when you previously did not have an item like that in your inventory. You either need to hold onto it until you find a crafting bench or you’ll need to use it later in your quest to make an NPC give you an item that you need.
I might be thinking of a different game.
But why? It’s just a piece of paper.
A blank piece of paper attached via no visible means to a tree in the middle of the forest, which is not at all suspicious.
If Thaddeus really was being bullied as severely as the narration claims, he should be extremely distrustful of this situation because it could be the designated asshole and his punch-buddies playing a joke on him.
I took a deep breath, trying to relax my racing heart as I tugged the paper from the tree. I looked at my surroundings, nothing is out of the ordinary.
Except for that whole “mysterious piece of paper that appeared out of nowhere” thing.
“I guess it’s just me,” I said to myself as I read the piece of paper.
Literally just you. And at least two trees. And now a piece of paper.
My eyes widened. I will protect you, the words say.
There’s words on the paper now? Did they just appear? Because that would be weird. However, if there was writing on the other side of the paper and he just turned it over then that’s significantly less weird since it could have been done via mundane means rather than paranormal or supernatural ones.
“What the hell…” I murmured as I stepped away from the tree. “What-Why-where?!” I stuttered all at once. Okay this is getting creepy!
There’s that other shoe! I’ve been waiting for it to drop since he first saw the paper.
Who is leaving me these papers and what are their intentions?
Paper, singular. The game does have additional pages, eight in all, but this is the only one Thaddeus has knowledge of.
A faint ruffling noise was then heard from behind and I quickly turned around and scanned my surroundings. “Hello?!” I said, backing up against the tree.
Cue the discordant piano music in three … two … one …
“Wh-Who-” my breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat when i saw the silhouette of a tall figure, watching me from the distance. My eyes widened and my body began to tremble violently. Who is that? What does he want from me?
Given what I’ve read in the author’s other fics, I have a pretty good idea of what the figure wants from you.
“G-Gerald?” I gasped, tears trickling down my cheek.
Glad to see you managed to clear up that blockage in your lacrimal glands.
Oh no don’t tell me he’s come to beat the crap out of me again? God, was beating me up in the parking lot not enough. Until when will he be satisfied?!
That is a fairly reasonable reaction, but one that you should have had much, much sooner.
“Gerald please,” I cried watching as the figure slowly made its way closer, “don’t hurt me anymore!” I forced myself off of the tree and quickly ran away from the figure. “Don’t hurt me, Don’t hurt me, Don’t hurt me!” I repeated, moving branches out of my way and dodging the trees.
I do kind of feel bad for Thaddeus, but it’s that sort of vague “I’d feel bad for any victim of abuse” feeling. It’s like watching a video of someone kicking a puppy; I feel bad for the puppy and I’m angry at the person doing the kicking, but there’s a certain level of detachment there.
“Oof-” I gasped as I tripped over a root sprouting from the earth. My body screamed in pain from the harsh blow.
Dude, the Earth didn’t sucker-punch you – you fell down.
“Uh!” I groaned clutching my stomach as a shadow roamed over my body.
Do I need to get the Bad Touch Button?
“No,” I whimpered putting my arm over my face to avoid the incoming punches.
I guess this is meant to be suspenseful, but I’m just trying to figure out why Thaddeus thought this mysterious figure was the designated asshole. Is this just his knee-jerk reaction to anyone he meets? If he’s that hyper-vigilant, then why did he follow the mysterious voice to the paper?
Does this mysterious figure even superficially resemble this Gerald asshole? Right now they’re both made up of Void so I guess they are identical, but that shouldn’t be the case. I assume that the mysterious figure is meant to be The Slender Man – but that is a character with a very distinctive and otherworldly appearance, so the only way Thaddeus could mistake the two is if Gerald is unnaturally tall and slim with elongated limbs and goes to school wearing a dark suit and tie. That would probably make Gerald the victim of bullying, not the source.
I gasped as long slender fingers wrapped around my wrist. “Ung,” I whimpered, clenching my eyes shut. I trembled as my hand was forced away from my face.
BAD TOUCH! BAD TOUCH!
Thaddeus, my kitten, I will not harm you… said the same raspy voice from earlier.
Much like when the disembodied voice was telling him not to be afraid, this would probably produce the opposite effect. The mysterious figure has been chasing him through the woods and is now grappling with the scared boy.
It sounded warm and sincere.
No; no, it does not. It makes me wonder how long it will be until the mysterious figure is wearing a poncho made of Thaddeus’ skin.
I slowly opened my eyes.
:intense burst of static:
That voice wasn’t Gerald’s or anyone else he recognized.
Something you probably should have noticed before you started running through the forest like a startled deer.
I slowly lifted my gaze up toward the man above me and froze.
He…he had no face!
Welp, you’re dead.
:kicks desk repeatedly:
What? Who? Why?
I’m wondering that myself.
xDDD did you like this?
No, not so much. Even if I wasn’t insulted by your heavy-handed use of a very serious subject matter in lieu of back story, your actual writing mechanics need a lot improvement. The fic is so full of Void that portions are almost unreadable.
Comment and subscribe your thoughts on what you think will happen on the next chapter xD
If you’re following the game then Thaddeus should “die” and get respawned, but I’m worried there’s going to be a different kind of “spawning” involved in this fic.