1773: Slender and Reader: Lost in the Woods : Chapter 1Posted: May 26, 2017
Hello, dear Patrons!
I’m here with a little fic from the Slender: The Eight Pages section of ff.net – and it’s a Reader fic! Because you know how “fun” those fics are. Lucky for you fabulous Patrons, I decided against riffing any of the Slender Man hardcore erotica (which is apparently called “Slendtai”) Reader fics.
Yes, that is really a thing. No, you should not Google it.
Anyway, lets take a look at the summary for this particular fic;
Reader x Slenderman Your mom and you were in Germany for a trip but things turn into a supernatural encounter because of an accident. Hey since due to the fans I wrote more for you guys enjoy! Tweaked the second chap for yah.
While I do enjoy travelling with my mother, I doubt we would take a trip to Germany by ourselves – primarily because neither one of us knows any German, which would probably hamper our enjoyment.
Hello. Spring break is here so I’ll be posting here and there, so my main thing now is I should have written a Slenderman thing long ago this might be a story hope you like.
Well, that was pointless – but at least it was short. Let’s hope the trend continues!
Sound of rain reaches your ears not only that your heart softly beats along to the music.
Except for when I was going through my angsty teen phase, I don’t remember ever being this purple.
Your eyes looked around the country Germany.
Like, the whole thing? Damn, all those carrots I’ve been eating must be working.
Your mom had booked a flight to Germany and being a naturalist she wanted to go to the Black Forest.
My mother isn’t a naturalist, she’s a retired secretary who sells things on eBay to supplement her income. And what exactly is she studying, those weird giant earthworms? There’s not really a lot of unique species in the area.
Your eyes catch on to the woods.
:screams and falls to the floor, clutching her eyes:
—ONE BRIEF RESPAWN LATER—
:walks into Riffing Chamber dressed as a member of the Lollipop Guild just as Housekeeping is removing the last bloodstains from the chair:
Sweet mercy, and I thought getting a lash in my eye hurt.
The music in the background seems to fade.
What music? There is no mention of music.Was I even listening to music, or do I have some sort of soundtrack that accompanies my entire existence?
Its dark and pulling these woods, unlike any other wood you been to.
I dunno; I’ve been to both the Redwood National Forest and Yosemite and they were pretty stunning.
Darkness hangs over the world.
That’s a overly fancy way of saying it’s night time.
Bits of snow catches your eye.
:wipes face with towel:
Damn, that stings. At least it wasn’t another forest, though.
Purity then your eye catches a figure his form tall and dressed nicely.
:screams and falls to the floor again, once more clutching her eyes:
—ONE ADDITIONAL RESPAWN LATER—
:walks into Riffing Chamber dressed as a member of the Lullaby League just as Housekeeping replaces the riffing console:
STOP PUTTING THINGS IN MY EYES!
I don’t even know what the hell that sentence even means.
The stopped for a bit then seeing his odd face. His head tilted to the side and his questionable pose became more visible. You waved a greeting. The figure stiffened, of course he turned away slightly.
And now there’s a whole bunch of sentences that I don’t understand? What even is this grammar doing?
” (Name), Sweetheart what are you doing? Who are you waving to?” You turned to your mom.
Your guess is as good as mine, Mama.
“There is a man..” Your voice faded away. The man was gone. Where did he go?
Well, of course I can’t see him anymore – I’m not facing that direction now because I turned around to talk to my mother.
“Hon… Theres no man. Are you alright?” She asks her arm drapped over the seat. Those eyes closely watches yours. Again you sighed and answered, “I’m fine…”
I really hope we’re in a plane or on a bus, because if Mama is driving then we are in a lot of trouble.
The leather sounded as your mom turned to the front and continues to drive.
We are so going to crash.
You could not help but to watch the woods behind you. That man watches you…again. Fear shivers down your spine.
Unless Mama is the is the slowest driver ever, I’m not going to be able to see this Mysterious Figure for very long so I doubt there’s going to be much fear-shivering going on.
You didn’t know he made you his prey or maybe… something else.
I’m trying very hard not to speculate on what that “something else” might be.
There’s a line-break for some reason, and then the fic continues.
Cars sounded by your car drives by. Your mom hummed a happy tune while you felt very tired after being in a plane and now riding a car.
That does not sound like my mother; she’s a cranky traveler.
“Mom?” You yawn.
“Yes-” Crash. Everything spinning.
See?!? This is what happens when you don’t pay attention when you’re driving.
Your stomach churned like butter.
Coming to a final stop after hearing your mom say,”Are you alright?!”
I think we were just in a car accident, so probably not.
“I think so,” you paused, “What about you?” your body ached while your mom grunted. What did we crash into? Your mind groogily tried to remember. Nothing… Your mother’s voice boomed. It sounded afriad.
Of course I didn’t see what we hit, I was staring off into the woods trying to see the Mysterious Figure.
“Get to the trees… quick.” You realize why she sounded so panicked. Gas.
“Do it now!”
Is there anything on fire? Then the probability of there being a fire is low since this was apparently a head-on collision. It’s still a good idea to move away from the wreckage, but it’s probably not going to burst into flames or explode into a massive movie-esque fireball.
“(Name), please. Live on for me and be happy. Now go!..” Her eyes showed fear, but you are a big concern to her. Your legs had a mind of their own. They carried you deep into the forest. Tears streamed down your face.
What the hell? Why isn’t she getting off her lazy ass and getting out of the car? I get that this is supposed to be some big dramatic/tragic event, but there’s nothing keeping her in the car.
Well, that was a disappointing explosion.
Just like the explosion your heart broke then founding yourself on the ground. Crying.
Good to know I’m taking time out of my grieving to angst properly.
You won’t move at all, and only moving to curl into a ball.
Did I move or didn’t I? Which is it?
Mom… She was the only thing you had.
No, not really. I would be sad if my mother died, but I have a lot of family, friends, and cats.
Your father went missing in the army and your brother died at a very young age.
My father is still alive, has never been in the service (although his father was at Normandy on D-Day, one uncle was an Army Ranger before joining the FBI and another served in Vietnam, and my nephew is currently serving active duty in the Army) and I’ve never had a brother.
Your grandparents didn’t approve of your mother marring your father.
No, my maternal grandparents really liked my father.
:moves cat off keyboard:
Sometimes I wish that were so.
You cried to sleep.
Only after binge-watching really sad stuff on Netflix.
The crickets chirped in your ears while a strange sound echoed in the air.
I live in a fairly rural area of the South; between the katydids and the crickets, in the summer the noise outside is practically deafening.
I must be snoring, which is actually a thing that I do – although it’s been described as more of a snorting/grunting sound than the stereotypical “zzzz” noise.
You sat up quickly and turned around.
Did I remember to do the Hokey-Pokey first?
A scream sounding in the air as well as gun shots.
GUNSHOTS?!? The hell?
Yeah, no shit! That’s what happens when SOMEONE SHOOTS AT ME!
Not only your mother died but now the police looking around for you are being brutally murdered.
Ummm … Why are the police brutally murdering me? I don’t think they are doing a very good job – I’m, y’know, not dead.
You ran. Crunching of your footsteps made you paranoid.
Sorry. :puts bag of chips to the side: Respawning makes me peckish.
No! No! Your mothers voice rung in your head live on. Some tears streamed down your eyes you had to run though.
—YET ANOTHER RESPAWN LATER—
:walks into Riffing Chamber dressed as Glenda The Good Witch while Housekeeping bleaches the floor:
I ran through my own frickin’ eyes. HOW DO YOU RUN THROUGH YOUR OWN EYES!?!
:looks around: Seriously, what is that? Is there a bug zapper around here somewhere?
It was growing closer. You yelped as you tripped now toppling down the hillside. Your body was smacked and bruised after coming to a stop.
Where did a hill come from? I thought we were driving through a forest.
“Damn… That hurt…” Your arm throbbed.
To be fair, part of those injuries are probably from the car wreck I was just in.
“Zst” it was right behind you.
:waves hand around: Frickin’ skeeters, ruining my moping time!
You froze and felt something wrapped your waist. Zsst. It sounded again. You peered over your shoulder.
Did I forget to take off my seatbelt and it’s trying to pull me back into the car?
You tried screaming but it didn’t even escape your lips. A tentacle lied over it.
It was that man you saw.
Y’know, that guy! The one with the thing.
He knelt down at your level.
Hey now! I’m short but I’m not that short.
Zst. He sounded but he had no mouth. It perplexed you.
That’s not all that I find perplexing. I’d be worried that I got a concussion in the accident, but this wonkiness started before that point.
How does he even eat? Or drink? How can he even live?
Is this the real life, or just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the sky and see… :continues singing for another six minutes:
:ninja appears and joins in with epic guitar solos:
Those lessons are really paying off, Shinobi-san!
If he had eyes you see him gazing intently at you.
Nandatte? The hell does that even mean?
Why didn’t he want to kill you?
Why do I assume anyone wants to kill me? I’m not that annoying.
He wanted to kill the others, but not you. Why?
Why did he want to kill these “others” that I assume were the cops who murdered me? I have no idea, but he must be some sort of unhinged psychopath if he just goes around murdering random people. And is that why there was all that gunfire a minute ago?
There are so many questions but couldn’t ask because of one being in fear the other frustration and curiosity.
Also, I’m apparently being gagged with a tentacle.
His head gets closer to yours. ZST! You cringed slightly.
Damn static discharge. He must be wearing wool.
It backed off and seem to watch you.
Does it have eyes to watch me with? I assume this is the standard-issue faceless Slender Man, but the narration hasn’t made it very clear.
The other tentacles opened like a flower.
Ewww! Wait, other tentacles? There are other tentacles? And why must they flower?
Looking harder at the white faced man, you see his cheek bones and squared jaw also seeing his arms unusually long as well as his legs.
I am very not good at describing things.
Not to mention his boney claw fingers now touched your chin.
Then why am I mentioning them? Also;
They curved and glide over your cheek.
You jumped feeling the tentacles glide around. Zst.
And what the hell keeps making that weird noise? Is it supposed to be him?
He got you to look at him. Now you were curious of his face.
I’m almost positive I was already looking at him and was curious about his face (or lack thereof.)
Your fingers dirtied by the dirt and begun to think.
Great, just great. Multiple eye-induced respawns in the same chapter and now the DRD.
:picks up Magic Admin Wand:
This seems appropriate given my current outfit. Be right back, Patrons; I’ve got to go bippity-boppity-boo some folks.
—THE LIBRARY IS EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES—
—PLEASE STAND BY—
:walks back to the deck and hands Shinobi-san a large, faintly squeaking bucket:
Hold this for me, would you? Don’t let any of them jump out!
:sits back down:
Now, where was I? Oh, right; my fingers are thinking.
You cleaned them off while that his hand froze on your face.
Probably because the terrible tentacle-monster isn’t used to being ignored in favor of rudimentary personal hygiene.
You blushed slightly as it was now cupping your cheek.
I thought he was already doing that?
He watched you clean your hand then reaching to his face. He gave a soft hiss.
I don’t blame him; I wouldn’t want to be touched with that nasty hand either.
He relaxed when you stroke the pure white face.
Leaving big streaks of dirt across it; I probably tried to write my initials while I was at it.
You freaked, when he places you in his lap. A gulp. He hears you.
Hell yes I’m going to freak out! And it’s not going to be any little gulp – I kick, I scream, I wail like the souls of the damned being dragged into Hell. And that’s just when my wi-fi goes down.
The slender like man assures your safe by striking your face with a tentacle.
I don’t think he understands the concept of ‘safe’, like, at all.
It was soft like peach fuzz.
My face is fuzzy? Did I forget to shave this morning?
The smell of iron rose to your nose. Blood you grew scared.
Fragments. Disjointed sentences. Sense not made.
What made you jump again was his arms wrapping your waist.
You blushed harder and grew a little worried. Zst.
Dude, I am way beyond worried.
:less distant explosion:
That wasn’t an explosion.
His head hesitantly lean on your shoulder. Your heart beats faster.
I better not be doing any of that “doki-doki” shit.
Sounds of cracking went off beside you. You turned to see him with a mouth.
…Is he just holding some mouth he ripped off one of my murderers?
Dagger like teeth erupted from his mouth.
Did he accidentally use Bart’s toothpaste? Koori-chan had it specially made for him, so it can produce an … interesting reaction when anyone from a non-shark species uses it.
The white man’s face touches yours. The white cheek turned pink.
: slightly less distant explosion:
I must have the hiccups or something.
A tongue black and forked slithered out.
Why is there a tongue in his frickin’ cheek!?!
Here Is were it got strange.
:spits coffee all over desk:
What the hell do you mean here it gets strange?!? My mother just exploded in a fireball, I was murdered by policemen, and now I’m cuddling with a tentacle monster! What part of that isn’t strange?
Well, I mean for anywhere that isn’t the Library.
His lips brushed yours then took hold.
He better not rip my lips off to add to his collection. I don’t care who he is, I will shank him in the kidneys.
You stiffened then your knuckles clenched.
Please let me punch him; please, please let me punch him!
Oddly enough he stopped then tried it differently by holding your chin up.
This kiss was sweet and oddly gentle.
And completely inappropriate as my mother just exploded and I’ve been shot to death.
Your face grew red even more.
:far less distant explosion:
I need a glass of water or something, this is getting out of hand.
:Shinobi-san holds out the bucket:
He stopped again… The man wonders why did he do that?
He’s not the only one wondering that.
He jumped when you slumped against him looking very tired.
Well, I have had a very busy day, what with being orphaned and dying and all that.
Your eyes begun to close. His own face reddens.
:much less distant explosion:
Breathing softly he only looks at you.
Still not entirely sure if he has eyes with which to do that.
The slenderman holds you close as he begin to walk on his tentacles toward home.
He’s going to be picking splinters out of those things for hours.
Nope, there’s another chapter! But that’s all I’m doing today.
Now, if you’ll excuse me… :takes squeaking bucket from Shinobi-san: Auntie Ghostie has a few little presents for Jiwe.