1616: I’ll protect you – Chapter 9Posted: December 9, 2016
Welcome back, dear Patrons! We’re nearing the end of this fic, I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel. And it looks like I’ll be finishing in time to do a few holiday oneshots, just like last year!
Well, probably not exactly like last year. I can only deal with so much sibcest.
So what happened in the last chapter? Slendpai showed up in Thaddeus’ room and engaged in a bit of inappropriate groping featuring a lot of nipple action, and Thaddeus seemed very confused about the entire incident.
That was pretty much it; the content of the chapters is getting sparser and sparser, which is another sign that the author may be losing interest in the fic.
To the fic!
Warning: the following chapter is not for those who can get easily sick to their stomach.
Oh, dear gods. That’s ominous.
It’s goer ish… well not really hahaha
I think that’s meant to be “gore-ish”, or gory if you want the actual word, which is making me very reluctant to continue reading this chapter.
Note: The italicized paragraphs means you’re reading a memory… you’ll see what I mean.
You know when would have been a good time to explain that? In the last chapter, where a good third of the work was a memory/dream sequence!
Shitbiscuits. Well, at least it’s not a dream sequence.
“Information on the Wendigoes?” I asked, turning my head to look at the being standing behind me.
Oh, right; Slendpai was going to give Thaddeus an info-dump on the wendigoes.
The tall man nods his head and walks closer to me. “Wait, how did you find information?” I questioned.
Apparently the wind told him where the find the wendigoes, or something like that. I wasn’t really paying attention because it made no sense.
Feeling panicked, I began to ask a series of questions. “Last night? Is that why you left early? Was it the same Wendigo I saw? Was there more of them? Are you hurt-“
Dude! Slow down and give him a chance to respond.
Hush child, Slender man tells me, placing his index and middle finger on my lips to silence me. Relax; I assure you I’m fine, he says, resting his hand on my shoulder and leading me towards the couch. I sat down and looked up at him.
I thought Thaddeus was supposed to be cleaning the house before his father got home? He should probably focus on that, since there’s a finite amount of time to complete the task. Of course, this fic is based on a video game and video games are notorious for giving players Ultra Important Missions! and then letting them wander off on side quests for twelve hours – but Slender isn’t that kind of game.
He places his hands on either side of my face, making me blush a faint pink color. Really, Thaddeus? Now’s not the time to think inappropriate thoughts. This is important!
If it was really important, Slendpai should have talked to Thaddeus about the wendigoes before trying to make it to second inning with him. (Or whatever it’s called, I don’t Sportsball well.)
Thaddeus, the information I’m about to show you is tragic and gruesome, he explains as he lowers himself down and rests on his knees. I need to know, before I show you anything, that you won’t let these images affect you in anyway. Stay strong for me, alright?
Woah, woah, woah!
Slendpai isn’t going to give Thaddeus a choice regarding whether or not he sees these gruesome images? Couldn’t he give the boy the information in a different way? Because I seriously doubt Thaddeus is emotionally stable enough to handle anything Slendpai is going to show him. Hell, ten seconds on Reddit would probably scar him for life.
My heart sped up in fear. What was Slender Man about to show me?
I don’t know, but it’s not going to be good.
I pulled away from his grasp and contemplated what he has told me. Should I really let Slender man show me what he has discovered or should I not?
He’s not really giving you a choice in the matter; frankly I’m surprised he even gave you the heads-up warning.
I am a very cowardly person that easily gets scared and sick to the stomach.
Which he should be aware of since he’s read your mind quite thoroughly.
Maybe I shouldn’t let him show me… though; I am a very curios person.
So am I, but you don’t see me deliberately seeking out things I know will make me uncomfortable – with the possible exception of just about everything in the Library.
“…Alright,” I said before taking a deep breath. “I’ll be strong,”
:hands Thaddeus a stack of HurfCo bags:
You’re probably going to need these.
Alright, he said with a nod of his head. In order to show you the information, I need to transfer what I saw into your mind, he explained.
What exactly is he going to show him, his fight with the wendigoes? That’s not going to be very informative. And why exactly does he need to do that? Slendpai has no apparent difficulties articulating complex thoughts via whatever-it-is he does instead of talking, so why can’t he spare Thaddeus (and the audience) the trauma of forcing him to go through this experience?
Cupping my face with his hands once again, Slender man leans his head close to mine until his forehead was touching mine. The blush I had on my face grows darker as I gulped. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and clear your mind.
“O-okay,” I stutter, doing everything he had told me to do.
Shouldn’t take very long.
I assume the forehead-touching thing is just Slendpai’s way of getting close to Thaddeus, since he was able to clearly read the boy’s mind in an earlier chapter just by touching him on the ankle.
Relax, he instructed, probably referring to my racing heart and tense body. I took long, deep breaths, until my heart was beating normally again.
That’s probably not going to last very long.
Thaddeus, I grant you access… He says as I felt a cold rush go through my body, almost like a shiver.
…I’m confused again. Is Thaddeus reading Slendpai’s mind? Because I wasn’t aware he could do that.
Suddenly, my eyes open. I was at a forest, sitting in front of a campfire with a group of 7 people surrounding me.
No numerals in the narration!
If Thaddeus is actually experiencing this, does that mean that at some point he’s going to start wandering around his living room like when people put on those VR headsets?
They were all happy sharing stories, telling a joke or two, talking about the future.
Are you viewing this as an outside observer, or are you seeing everything through the eyes of one of the people there?
I looked over at the woman clutching onto my arm.
Ah, it’s the second one. Ooh, I bet it’s Christmas Moose! Slendpai downloaded his brain, or something, after pulling the wendigo apart.
Her name was Rose Tomson, and somehow I felt that she was a very important person to me.
Because you always call people who are important to you formally, by their full name, rather than just using their given name. But, hey – it’s a girl! We haven’t had many of those in this fic.
She had long blond hair, hazel eyes, a plump face, and a very skinny frame.
We just met this girl and we already have a better physical description of her than we do of Thaddeus, who has been the main protagonist for the past eight chapters. All we really know about him is that he’s blonde, and that only came about because the author wanted to steal a line from an anime.
She smiled up at me before placing a small kiss on my cheek.
Continuing the badfic tradition of only expressing herself in tiny increments.
“Who is she? Where am I?” I asked Slender Man. Am I watching a movie? No, this scenario feels too real.
Wait, so he is an outside observer? But he was just experiencing the scene from the perspective of a participant!
You can’t have it both ways!
I’m showing you the memory of a human named Wilson Quintana, Slender man answered.
I just realized I don’t even know Thaddeus’ last name, but now I know the full names of both of these brand new characters who are probably going to die horribly in the next few minutes.
I’m showing you how this man was cursed in becoming a Wendigo.
Dude, spoiler alert.
The woman embracing my arm talked about how she couldn’t wait for our wedding.
Sudden exposition is both sudden and forced.
She was so happy that she nearly sheds tears of joy. Kissing her forehead, I promised her that I would give her the world and that we would grow old together until death do us apart. She grinned warmly at me before we kissed each other.
Yeah … Y’all are gonna die terrible, terrible deaths very soon.
I’ve never been engaged so I can’t say if this is accurate or not, but it feels very clichéd to me.
We were then interrupted by a man in a red sweater named Rob Tomson. He is tall, has blond short hair, has chocolate colored eyes, has a plump face and has a well-built body.
Yet another daybook description of a character who will shortly meet a gruesome fate. I assume by the mention of the red sweater that he’s going to become Horned Gollum, but the weird thing is that everyone else seems to be naked since there’s not a single mention of them wearing any clothing.
He warned me not to break his sister, Rose’s, heart or he would hurt me in so many different ways.
Which is a totally normal thing for someone to do for no reason. Family gatherings are going to be so much fun!
With a laugh, I assured him that I would make Rose the happiest woman in the world.
He snorts before walking over to a man and sitting beside him. His name was Liam Salinas. He was a few centimeters shorter then Rob, had blue eyes, short black scene hair, a skinny face with high cheek bones, and was very skinny. He was Rob’s lover…
Which comes to the surprise of no one, since yaoi fics (and the genre in general) has a very high percentage of male pairings.
Looking away from Rob and Liam, I glanced over at the other couples sitting on the other side of the campfire. Their names were Jamie Tzu, Jean McCormick, Lucy Styles, and Wendy brown. Jamie and Wendy have been dating for four years and Jean and Lucy are barely dating for a month or two.
What’s the horror genre equivalent of cannon fodder? Because that’s what this character blob looks like to me. I can’t even tell what gender half of them are, since both Jean and Jamie are relatively neutral names.
Everyone around me was happy and content. The future seemed bright and nothing could ruin the moment… or so it seemed.
A ruffling sound was heard from behind me. I turned my head and saw a woman in her mid-40’s walking towards the group.
No numerals in the narration!
She had curly hair that seemed like it hasn’t been brushed in a while,
As someone with waist-length curly hair I take offense at that. Even if you’ve just brushed your hair, it can still look like you just walked backwards through a pricker-bush. Curly hair abides not by the laws of gods or man unless it has been beaten into submission with a metric shit-ton of product first.
she has brown eyes with large dark circles like she hadn’t slept in days, and her skin was pale and her lips were dry, she was a wreck!
Dude, insensitive much? If you’re out in the woods and a stranger looking like ten miles of bad road wanders into your campsite, there’s a very good chance that she’s lost. Get her some food and medical attention!
Dragging her dirtied, long, blank dress on the ground, she got closer and closer.
Her what kind of dress? And is she wearing it or just dragging it along behind her?
She asks, with a thick Spanish accent, if we’ve seen her missing son.
Let me guess; the group still isn’t going to respond even though someone has wandered into their campsite in very visible distress and is asking about a missing child.
Jean answers her, telling her that we have not seen her missing son. He asks if she needs help and he even offers some of our food, but the woman refuses any help.
At least one of you is a half-way decent person. I bet Jean dies first.
If she’s asking about her missing son yet refuses an offer of help, that would make me very suspicious of this woman.
She began to sob and covers her face with her hands, mumbling to herself while trembling. I stood up from my sitting position on the ground and approached her. I assured her that her son is okay and that we would help find him. Right when I rested my hand on her shoulder she stops crying and stares at me.
Ohhh, shit’s about to go down. I feel like I should be queuing up some discordant instrumental music.
Her once brown eyes turn to gold as she smacks my hand away. She screams at me, telling me never to touch her and I apologize, trying so hard to calm her down.
And how’s that working out for you, Skippy?
This is where it pays to be genre-savvy; if I were out in the woods (which is a big ‘if’ because Ghostie enjoys her central air) and a strangely dressed woman with kaleidoscope eyes stumbled into my campsite mumbling nonsense, I’d book it out of there so fast I’d damn near set the trees on fire.
She then reaches her hand into her large pouch, that I just noticed she had, and rummages through her things.
The PCC has really fine-tuned their delivery system.
She then began to chant a language I didn’t recognize
Which could literally be anything, even English, since we don’t know what language Thaddeus or these flashback OCs speak. She could be reciting nursery rhymes in Swedish and make it sound ominous and foreboding to someone who doesn’t speak the same language.
and pulls out a small, round, brown container from her pouch.
Do Pokéballs even come in brown?
She waved her free hand around the vile and kept chanting at it until she opened it. Blue-ish powder sprung from it as she poured some of the powder in her hand.
I think someone’s about to get a face full of pixie dust.
I looked back, asking my friends if they knew what was happening.
If they do know, would they mind telling the rest of us? Because I am lost.
Earning a “no” from them, I turned back towards the woman only to have her throw the powder at my face.
I yelp in surprise, and place my hands over my face. I coughed and sneezed a few times before falling to the ground. The world began to spin around and a huge wave of sleepiness came to me.
Well, that was certainly anticlimactic.
The last thing I heard was my fiancé screaming my name before passing out.
I literally cannot remember what her name is, and I have a page of notes sitting in front of me. Is it Anna? No, that’s the sister. I think it starts with an A, though.
The sound of screaming and begging woke me up. I snapped my eyes open, only to see that I was lying on the grass, with my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied together.
Wait, you were camped in the forest – where did the grass come from? You don’t typically find grass in forests.
I began to panic, and struggled against the rope binding my hands and feet. I looked at my surroundings. Thanks to the still lit campfire I was able to see Liam, Jamie and Lucy beside me, tied up as well. Jean, Wendy and Rose were nowhere to be found.
That weird Spanish witch was really well-prepared, wasn’t she? Did she even know how many people would be at the campsite, or did she just bring along extra rope just in case?
“Stop! Please!” Liam screamed as he struggled with his binds. Tears were running down his eyes as he continued to scream for mercy. I looked at the direction he was looking at.
:stares into the Void:
I don’t know what the hell he’s freaking out about, it looks the same as it always does.
“Oh my God!” I screamed, when I saw the woman in the black dress swing Jamie’s axe down on Rob. “ROB!” I screamed, trying hard to break out of my binds.
I’m trying to feel something for these characters that were only introduced seconds ago, and … Nothing. I’m more curious about how the guy Thaddeus is hitchhiking inside (whose name I’ve also forgotten) can visually identify this Jamie person’s axe when it’s covered in blood and being swung around by a crazy Spanish witch.
She kept swinging the axe down on Rob’s lifeless body, letting the blood splatter all over herself.
Unless she’s striking areas where the blood has pooled there’s probably not going to be a whole lot splashing up from the body; after the initial arterial spurting most of the blood would be cast-off from the axe, which would radiate outwards off the weapon as it is swung through the air.
Liam continued to scream until his voice grew hoarse. I looked away, not wanting to see any more of the brutal scene, and tried to find something that would help me escape.
Which should be fairly easy unless Spanish Witch hid all of you camping equipment. If she didn’t go through your pockets, you should have a pocket knife or something similar that would be useful.
I called at Jamie and Lucy, trying to wake them up but they were still out cold. I looked back at Liam and tried to convince him to calm down and to help me find a way to escape, but he refused to listen. He wanted to desperately save an already dead Rob.
Dude, he’s watching his boyfriend – your future brother-in-law – get chopped into hamburger. It would be very difficult for anyone to remain calm in those circumstances. If you were really Thaddeus and not the guy whose name I can’t remember, you’d be a gibbering wreck.
The woman then began to chant once again.
That can’t be good.
I looked back at her only to see she had stopped chopping up Rob. She raised her hands up towards the sky and chanted as she kneeled on her knees.
Dammit! I don’t have time to deal with this now!
“Want me to take care of them?”
That’d be great, Syl.
:huffs: “No screaming or falling off your chair?”
Truthfully, I’ve been expecting you to pop up since the chapter began. I’m surprised it took you this long.
:pouts: “You’re no fun. I’m going to go play with the agents.”
:Syl vanishes and seconds later the screams begin:
I’m going to run out of condolence baskets at this rate.
She grabbed Robs flesh and raised it towards the sky.
Like, all of it? How is she managing that? I thought Rob was a pretty big guy.
Letting the meat fall to the ground she grabbed a black, round, container from the ground beside her and evenly scattered the powder, which was inside the container, on the raw flesh.
“Classic rookie mistake, using a dry rub. A good vinegar-based marinade would make the meat more tender.”
Ugh. I think I’m going to be sick.
“I have a bag for that.”
I gave those to Thaddeus!
Grabbing another round container, now red, she scattered the red powder on the flesh.
“What color was it before?”
“It’s now red, so it was something else before.”
Black, I guess.
“No, this is another container.”
I don’t care!
She chanted once again with her raised hands.
“What a terrible name for a band.”
I heard moaning coming from Jamie and Lucy.
:Syl butters the popcorn:
That’s not even remotely what’s going on.
“It never hurts to be prepared.”
As they woke up, they began to panic and struggle.
“I’m going to need more popcorn.”
Dude. Not even close to what’s happening.
They screamed when they saw Robs body and tried to crawl away.
“How can they tell it’s Rob’s body?”
Process of elimination, probably.
I looked back at the woman and saw her slit her own wrist, letting her blood fall on the raw meat. She looked over at us and smiled wickedly.
That’s right, twirl that moustache!
She grabbed an arm full of Rob’s meat
“Rob was a big boy, I see.”
and walked over to us. She let it fall to the ground in front of us.
Why does she keep dropping shit on the ground?!?
“Poor girl just can’t handle that much meat.”
“You monster,” Liam growled, glaring hard at the woman.
“Darling, please. My bunny slippers are more intimidating than you are.”
I’ve seen your bunny slippers, those things are terrifying.
“Goeth was my Secret Satan last Sithmas.”
I think you mean ‘Secret Santa’.
“No, I don’t.”
“Honored you should be for helping me find my son,” she said, while kneeling in front of Liam.
“Speech patterns from Yoda you have stolen.”
Or the author’s just trying to make her sound mysterious by altering the sentence structure even though she struggles with regular sentences.
“You seem like a smart boy, your meat was made special,”
“Tell me more about his special boy meat!”
I will get the spray bottle.
she said, grabbing a specific chuck of meat.
“I know which piece I’d grab.”
She pressed it against Liam’s lips, but he sneered and tried to bite her arm instead. The woman hisses at him
“Naughty, naughty! You shouldn’t use teeth on the special boy meat.”
:Ghostie spritzes Syl with a spray bottle:
:Syl hisses and hides under the couch:
“You’re crazy if you think I will eat that-” she smacked Liam across the face before grabbing his jaw and making him face her.
“Don’t worry; it’s only weird the first time.”
Do I need to get the hose?
“Leave him alone!” I yelled, but the woman ignored me.
Even when he’s in another body, everyone ignores Thaddeus.
Her eyes glowed bright as she stared into Liam’s eyes. He gazed into hers, not uttering a sound, not moving an inch. She smiled before pressing the meat on Liam’s lips again. He eagerly accepts the meat and chews it, not breaking eye contact as tears roll down his face.
Ewww. I assume the gold eye thing is the same mind control trick that Horned Gollum used on Slendpai, but now I’m even more certain that it shouldn’t have worked on an eyeless being.
“Liam, what are you doing?!” Lucy cried, watching in horror as Liam swallowed the raw meat and accepted more meat into his mouth.
“YES! YES! Fill him with your meat!”
“You will be the strongest,” the woman laughs as she lets go of Liam’s jaw. She began to chant and snapped her finger three times before Liam began to scream in pain.
So much for being the strongest.
“She must be doing one of those Greg-Gary chants. Those things grate on my nerves.”
“That’s the ones!”
But what does a Gregorian chant have to do with this? And what does any of this have to do with an Algonquin myth featuring spiritual possession?
“Liam?!” I cried watching as he shook and continued to holler. His skin began to turn grey and his eyes were turning completely black. “What did you do to him!?” I growled, hearing Jamie and Lucy scream in terror.
“The witch must use the same dry rub Crunchy uses on his barbecued ribs.”
And that right there is why we built the raptors their own kitchen.
“Where’s your sense of adventure?”
It got melted, along with the majority of my internal organs.
“He will become a Wendigo, and so will you,” she says before grabbing my chin and gazing her gold eyes into my eyes.
That’s a heck of a lot of eye action for one sentence to contain. And I bet the Spanish witch doesn’t explain what a wendigo is, either.
“It’s not really the time nor the place to be giving a lecture on what manner of otherworldly beastie she’s turning them into.”
Well, true. But still.
“N… no,” I tried to voice out, but couldn’t seem to move or talk. She grabs a chunk of meat and presses it on my lips. I unwillingly received it and chewed it.
“Who’s a good baby birdie? You is! Yes, you is!”
…That’s even more disturbing than the penis euphemisms.
What was wrong with me, I can’t control myself!
“That’s such a coincidence! I had the same exact thought the first time I had…”
:Ghostie reaches across the desk and covers Syl’s mouth with her hand:
No. Just … no.
I swallowed the meat and watched her as she chanted once again. Just then, a large, stinging pain pierced my heart and soon I was screaming. My body was on fire, and my head felt like it was going to explode. I continued to holler until the world went black.
So what have we learned from this little display?
“Eating humans raw gives you terrible gas?”
Thaddeus. I snap my eyes open and quickly scanned my surroundings. I was back in my living room. My heart was ramming in my chest and my body trembled furiously. Thaddeus, it’s alright child, I’m here, Slender man assures before wiping the tears away from my face and hugging me tightly.
Wait, is that why he wanted to show Thaddeus what happened? So the boy would get scared and need comforting? That would make this whole thing the equivalent to a kid taking a date to a scary movie.
“But with better graphics.”
“What-what, who would do such a-Why did she-”
-I don’t know, he interrupted me as he rubbed small circles on my back to calm me down.
Then why do this? You were going to explain about the wendigoes, but all you know is a stranger…
“A Spanish witch.”
Wendigoes are not Spanish. Anyway, a stranger stumbled across some campers and performed an unknown rite…
“That resembled a cannibalistic Diwali party.”
:glares at Syl: A rite that isn’t explained in any way – which is fine, since it was being viewed by someone who didn’t understand what was happening, but that means Thaddeus and the audience also don’t know what happened either.
I wrap my arms around him. “She… she needs to be s-stopped,” I said almost in a growl. My heart still rammed in my chest but not in fear. I was shocked and incredibly angry. I wanted to avenge Rob’s death, I wanted to help Liam and the others, I want to stop that woman! “She must be brought to justice!”
“My stars! Look who finally grew himself a spine.”
It’ll never last. He’s probably only suggesting it because going after a witch will create more opportunities for Slendpai rescue him.
Thaddeus, Slender man says, snapping me out of my thoughts. He pulls me away from our embrace, cups my chin and forces me to look at his face. Enough, your mind is clouded with dark thoughts, he explains, and your aura is giving out dark and negative energy.
“Those are pheromones, dear.”
Gods, I hope not.
“Sorry,” I sighed as I wiped my tear damped face with my hands. “I just… my heart broke for Liam,” I explained as I place my hand over my beating heart. “I can’t believe she did that to Rob, in front of Liam.”
Hey, what about the girl whose name I can’t remember? She was Rob’s sister!
“Bros before hos, yo.”
The hell is that supposed to mean?
I know child, I was shocked myself, Slender man said. He rests his hand on my cheek and stroked it with his thumb. I lean into his hand and sighed.
This is not an appropriate time to fondle the jailbait!
“You never want anyone to have any fun.”
I wonder if there is any way to help Liam.
Why is he so concerned about Liam? There were a half-dozen others at the campsite! And he was experiencing everything through the eyes of another person, so why isn’t he concerned about that person? It was probably Christmas Moose, since that’s who Slendpai did his little mind-meld with after yanking the guy’s limbs off, but Thaddeus hasn’t even asked about him or how Slendpai got the information from him.
“You know Christmas Moose is already dead.”
Yeah, but Thaddeus doesn’t know that!
There is nothing we can do, Slender man suddenly said, reading my thoughts.
Nothing at all, ever, at any point in time.
“About the wendigoes or just in general?”
“Oh…” I said, almost in a whisper. “What do you think happen to Rose and the others?”
I’m not sure, they most likely escaped, he answered.
:snorts: Yeah, the crazy ass witch and her newly created and ravenous cannibalistic monsters just let helpless prey go.
“It happened before.”
“I hope so…” I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a deep breath. I shouldn’t let this affect me.
I don’t know how it couldn’t affect you, which just makes me wonder again why Slendpai forced you to endure that – and in a first-person perspective.
“Men do odd things to get a little action.”
That’s rich coming from you.
I promised Slender man that I wouldn’t. Still, what has happened to those people was… terrible. It was like a real life horror movie.
Except moves have a certain element of disconnect from the events while what you experienced was a real event that was really happening to the body you were inhabiting. Not even bleeding-edge VR is that immersive.
Letting out my breath with a deep sigh, I stood up from the couch. “I’m going to do my chores now,” I said, feigning a smile.
Yeah, nothing like tedious housework to lift your spirits after being subjected to mind-numbing terror.
“I find it very invigorating.”
Yeah, but you drink cleaning products on a regular basis.
I apologize for showing you such gruesome images, he suddenly said, standing up to his feet. I… should go.
Yes, you should. Go as far as possible as fast as possible.
“Take us with you, Slendpai!”
“What? No, no, don’t leave!” I plead.
“Double damn it all!”
Furrowing my eyebrows in worry, I look up at the tall man’s face.
That he DOES NOT HAVE.
“You’re not going to get all shouty again, are you?”
I’ll try to contain myself.
“You don’t have to apologize, I was the one who wanted to know about the Wendigoes-” I say, feeling a little panic,
“Funny, I don’t remember him asking about the wendigoes at all.”
He didn’t! This was all Slendpai; he told Thaddeus he had information about the wendigoes, and then he forced the boy to experience that mind-meld thing. Thaddeus never asked for any of that, he wasn’t even given a choice in the matter.
-be-besides, it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, and if you leave now, who knows when you’ll be back.”
“Bet you a nickel he’s blushing.”
No way I’m taking that bet.
“-You might leave me again… like you did when I was little,” I blurted out, feeling my chest clench painfully.
“Understandable; Slendpai does have a history of making promises and then abandoning the boy.”
I fail to see how that would be a bad thing.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I look away from the tall man. I didn’t mean to let that out, it just did. The room became silent and the atmosphere felt awkward. Great, my outburst got things awkward. He probably thinks I’m needy or something… which I probably am.
Did Thaddeus forget that Slendpai is a telepath? The whole awkward “I have feelings but can’t let him know that I have feelings” thing isn’t going to work.
“Desperation isn’t the least bit attractive; subtlety is the key.”
Is that what you call having yourself FedEx-ed naked to Booky-dono?
“Bastard wasn’t returning my calls.”
“I’m sorry… for blurting that out,” I started, “I had a dream, well, a memory of us playing together when I was a kid, and it got me wondering why you left. You were my only friend and then you just disappeared.”
I’ve been wondering that for several chapters.
“I don’t really care but I’ll pretend I do for solidarity.”
His hand rests on my shoulder, probably wanting to read my thoughts.
“I just bet he wants to ‘read’ your ‘thoughts’ all night long.”
Why does it sound so dirty when you say it like that?
I place my hand over his cold one. “… I’m sorry again, you can go ahead and leave, I’m going to do my chores,” I said, smiling up at him. I gently move his hand from my shoulder and walked around him to head towards the kitchen, to grab the cleaning utensils.
While you’re in there, you can make me a sandwich; ham and swiss on wholemeal, with mayo, mustard, and sweet pickles.
“I’ll have mine with extra borax!”
Before I could even step out of the living room, I felt his hands grab me by the hip.
:rubs ears: “I think I’m starting to go deaf on one side.”
He pulled me back, until I felt my back hit his body, and wraps his long arms around me. I turn my head and gave him a confused look, silently asking him why he’s doing this.
Which you could literally do since he’s telepathic.
He was sitting on the floor with his knees bent upward.
As opposed to all those knees that bend backwards?
“There was this one acrobat I once knew, went by the stage name ‘Jelly Legs’, she could do the most amazing trick …”
Please stop talking.
Resting his head on my shoulder he says, I never wanted to leave you.
“Then… why did you?” I asked, leaning back against him.
THEN SHUT UP AND LET HIM TALK, DUMBASS!
“You’re cute when you’re filled with murderous rage.”
Don’t start with me, missy.
I was becoming too attached and you were becoming too dependent, he explains.
Huh. That’s actually a very good reason, especially if Slendpai was starting to have romantic feelings for Thaddeus when he was younger.
“Doesn’t really explain why they both completely forgot about each other, though.”
That’s probably a case of the author posting as she goes and then not bothering to go back and edit the first chapters to fit in with the rest of the fic.
When I became the “Slender Man” I made it my soul purpose to protect and watch over the children of this town. I would play with them when they were lonely, aid them when they were hurt, even helped them go to sleep.
Which is the complete opposite of the very ominous character that appears in the games and creepypastas.
“Oh, but this Slender Man is special!”
I know, the author loves to remind us. As if you couldn’t tell just by reading the fic.
When the children didn’t need me anymore, or when they became a certain age, I would leave them so they can fend for themselves and forget about me. I wanted them to believe I was a figment of their imagination. Then I met you…
And all his good intentions vanished in a cloud of lust.
“I have a question.”
“Hush. I just want to know how Slendpai gets the kids to forget him.”
:shrugs: I dunno. You’d think a tall man with tentacles would be pretty memorable, even to a kid. That kind of thing sticks in your brain.
“Unless Slendpai used his telepathy to remove it.”
He’d better frickin’ not.
“How did we meet?” I ask, shifting slightly to the side so I could look at him.
Hey, didn’t he have chores to do?
“You’re such a romantic.”
He looked at me for a moment before moving his hand up to cup my cheek. He gently moves my head forward and rests my forehead against his. Knowing what I had to do, I close my eyes and clear my thoughts.
“Is he going to lay back and think of England?”
I don’t think that applies to this situation. At least, I really hope it doesn’t.
Thaddeus, I grant you access…
:groans: Not this again!
:looks around: “Have you seen my popcorn?”
YES! That means the chapter’s over!
I know it’s been a while, but I will not take a year to update again!
“But it’s only been a week since the last chapter.”
And it’s been two years since the fic has been updated. That’s why ANs like this are kind of pointless.
Well, let me just say I got big plans for this story and hope you guys will be up for reading it until the end.
Which is only one chapter away! The fic isn’t listed as completed, but again – it’s been two years since there has been any new material.
I even have a sequel in mind.
Calm down; there’s no sequel. I don’t even think the author’s written another fic for Slender Man.
So what did you think about the little gore I added?
It didn’t really make a lot of sense, and didn’t add much to the fic.
“Don’t be silly; it added a good two thousand words.”
I object to the use of the word ‘good’.
Sucks for Liam right?
Why are you focusing so much on Liam? If Thaddeus had experienced everything through Liam’s eyes I could understand it, but he didn’t. Assuming he could feel the same emotional attachments as the person whose memories he was experiencing, then he should be more concerned with his fiance than with Liam. Yes, Liam was Rob’s lover – but there were other people there who were presumably friends with Rob and one was even a blood relation.
“They all share a little blood with him now.”
Too soon, dude.
Explains where the sweater came from right?
Not really. It explains where it came from, but not why it was still intact and not torn to bits by the axe.
“Did the Spanish witch strip him before butchering him?”
:shrugs: I dunno.
Comment your thoughts on when you think we will see the wendigoes again.
Probably. You don’t really have anyone else to act as the antagonist.
“What about Gerald?”
…Damn. I completely forgot about him. He was threatening revenge or something, I think.
Again, no beta!
And it really shows.