1790: Slender: Find the Eight Pages They Said – Chapter 1Posted: June 16, 2017
Hello, dear Patrons!
Are you ready for more Slender Man fanfiction? (Don’t worry; it’s not Slendtai or a Reader fic this time.) This particular fic, unlike just about every other Slender Man fic I’ve worked on, actually looks as if it has elements from the game in it. Woot!
Let’s take a look at the summary, shall we?
Eight different pages have one thing in common. Slender. A teenage woman is heading home from a party only to have her car run out of gas. She finds a farm and enters hoping to find a source of fuel. Suddenly the doors lock, and in order to come out she has to find the 8 pages. And in order to find the eight pages, she must avoid the mythological creature known as Slenderman.
I’m curious to see how this is going to work out; finding the pages in order to leave the area works as a gameplay mechanic, but I don’t know how it would be translated over into a narrative. Those type of “You must collect X number of [item] to progress” quests are just one of those things that make sense when you’re playing a game, but if someone in a real-world scenario told you that you had to find pieces of paper in a forest and would be physically incapable of leaving the area until they were all found you would call so much bullshit on them. Also; farms don’t typically have doors unless they are on or in a structure of some kind so this might take place inside a house or barn of some sort.
New story based on a famous meme, mythological creature, and game on the internet SLENDER!
Slendpai is a creature of many talents.
I have played this game once, and will never do it again,
Well, that’s encouraging.
but word about it has been running through the hallways of my school, so I thought, why not make a little 9 chapter story (including prologue) of the 8 pages of slender.
Wait, what? The only reason the author is writing this fic is because Slender Man is popular at their school? That doesn’t sound like a very compelling reason to me; you should write something because you want to, not because you think it’s going to be popular.
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Two out of three thus far.
Prologue: Page 0
Is that the chapter title?
I was driving late in the afternoon; approximately, five o’clock.
Is this going to be on the test later? And see? You do know how to express numbers correctly!
The weather was spectacular, and I couldn’t have wished for better day.
I could wish for some better grammar. It’s not as bad as some, but that’s not saying much considering what the Library has festering in its archives.
I was driving in my orange Volvo estate that looked as if it was from the 70’s.
The only vehicle by that name that I was able to find was this concept car; as best as I can tell it has never been available to purchase. I don’t really understand what the author means about it looking as if it was from the Seventies; to me it has that same sleek, futuristic look that many concept cars have.
I glanced at the gas meter.
Gauge, it’s called the gas gauge.
The gas was running low. I was heading to a city that was 30
No numerals in the narration! You know better!
miles from my current destination. However, there were no towns nearby; for I needed gas and a bathroom break.
Then you are very bad at planning trips, aren’t you?
Why on earth is the nameless narrator heading for a location that is a half-hour’s drive away from their destination? Are they going to drive to their destination and then leave for this other spot thirty miles away? Wouldn’t that make the second spot their destination instead?
I looked left, right and into the horizon, but I couldn’t find an information sign on the highway. Not for a town, a restaurant or a hotel.
You must not be in the US, then. It’s rare to find a long stretch of highway that doesn’t have some kind of sign or billboard every few hundred feet. Back roads are a different story, but highways typically connect areas and a lot of stuff – hotels, gas stations, restaurants, housing developments, etc. – spring up along their length because of the increased volume of traffic. (This is called “infill development”, in case you were wondering.) That’s not to say there aren’t some crazy-remote areas, But in order to get to those crazy-remote areas you typically have to travel a long distance. They wouldn’t be remote if they were easy to get to. According to the summary, the nameless narrator is on their way back from a party and it is around five in the evening. Most people only go to parties that are a reasonable distance from the homes, typically no more than a few hours travel-time. (I’m not including special events, like funerals, weddings, graduations, etc. in this generalization.) There’s no indication that Nameless Narrator stayed anywhere overnight, so they would have to have been able to get to the location, attend the party, and then get to wherever it is they are now in just a few hours. That doesn’t really seem all that remote to me.
I looked at the gas meter again.
Still a gauge.
It was slightly above the empty line. I feared that I wouldn’t have enough gas to make it to my destination. Let me rephrase that, I didn’t have enough gas to get to my destination.
Then you are really bad at this. Nameless Narrator is on their way back from wherever it was they were going, which means they’ve been this way before and knew how desolate it was yet did not plan accordingly.
What was I going to do? When I run out, should I leave my car, and walk?
It is usually safer to stay with your car unless you know exactly where you can find help; you don’t want to start wandering off and make the situation worse. If there’s any kind of traffic in the area, you might be able to flag someone down and see if they can call for assistance.
Should I call for help? Unfortunately, I left my cellphone at home. I slammed my fists onto the side of the steering wheel.
Man, you are just terrible at this. I’ll give the author points for knowing that it is possible to leave the house without your phone glued to you – I’m looking at you, Millenials – but if someone is going travel to a remote location or going to be a considerable distance away from familiar surroundings then they would probably make a special effort to have their phone with them.
Finally, the Volvo slowed down considerably. I was out of gas.
Ummm… Slowing down is not the same as stopping. If the car is still moving, just much slower, then it probably still has some gas in it. You shouldn’t let the car run out completely, though. That can seriously damage your fuel pump.
I pulled over into the emergency lane, and took the key out of the ignition. I placed my head on top of the steering wheel. “What am I going to do?” I thought to myself. “How am I going to get out of this?”
Turn on your hazard lights so anyone passing by knows you’re in trouble and not just taking a nap. Then, try to remember how far back the last sign of civilization was. Depending on distance and weather, your best bet might be going in a direction that you know has help rather than continuing on down the road that apparently has no sign of life on it. Follow telephone lines or power lines; much like a river, they come from somewhere and go somewhere.
A chill ran down my spine. I glanced over my right shoulder and saw a vast amount of trees.
Right in the middle of the road? Are you sure you ran out of gas and didn’t just hit a tree?
It looked like a forest amongst this flat plain.
A big bunch of trees that are grouped together? That does sound suspiciously like a forest. Is this any different from the rest of the scenery? There’s been no description of anything in the setting thus far.
I saw a short, brown building in the middle of the dense forest.
Nameless Narrator must have X-ray vision if they can see something in the center of a dense forest.
There were trees surrounding the area for at least a few miles.
I assume Nameless Narrator knows this because they drove past the trees and not because they can see through several miles of thick forest.
A metal fence ran down the perimeter of the trees.
Again, I have to assume that this is because the Nameless Narrator saw the fence while driving and can’t actually see miles and miles of fence from where they are standing.
There was also a steel gate. It was the entrance, and it was open.
Right in front of where your car broke down. Wow, that’s convenient.
There were a couple of cars outside of the farm.
Are they parked on the highway? That doesn’t seem very safe.
Someone has to be living there.
Not necessarily; I’ve seen houses with vehicles parked near them that were abandoned. A better indicator of occupation is the appearance of the place, if it is well-kept or not, but that can be misleading as well. I’ve also seen houses that looked like they were a combination trash dump and salvage yard and there were still people living in them. And unless you’re in Amish country, you should look for telephone lines and power lines leading to the property.
“I’ll knock and see if they have any gasoline.” I whispered, before stepping out of the car.
Probably not gasoline, but they might have diesel fuel for any equipment they have. I don’t think they could give you any, though; red diesel (so-called because it is dyed red for ease of identification) is exempt from certain taxes if used for agricultural purposes so if someone found it in a normal car it could mean trouble for everyone involved.
As I left, I placed a sweater over my shoulder, and grabbed a flashlight from the back seat.
Why does Nameless Narrator have a flashlight in the backseat? I keep mine in the glove box like a normal person. And why do they need it now? I thought it was around five in the afternoon? Is it winter time? Is that why it’s dark this early?
I slammed the door, and manually locked the car.
By reaching through the open window to press down the little lever? Couldn’t you have done that before closing the door?
It was 6:30 pm when I left the car.
Wait a second … They were driving for an hour and a half and didn’t see anything? Nothing at all? At highway speeds that’s over a hundred miles of nothing. What highway can you drive that long and that far and not see anything? And where the hell was this party if they’ve driven that far and haven’t gotten near where they live yet?
There’s a little line-break, which I assume is some kind of time-skip, and then the fic continues.
Once I approached the open gate, I scanned the area surrounding me.
And see nothing but trees, the fence, and the highway you just crossed.
The sun was setting with a bright set of yellow, orange and red.
Which you probably can’t see very well, because forest.
I looked at my orange Volvo on the side of the road, and then turned my gaze back into the open gate.
Cue sudden wind to whip Nameless Narrator’s hair in an appropriately dramatic fashion.
There was some sort of darkness in there.
Possibly because the sun is setting, therefore it’s getting dark?
It felt as if there were ghosts.
It’s a dark, creepy forest; were you expecting unicorns and rainbows? You can’t really put a dark, creepy forest in a fic, describe it in terms that make it clear it is a dark, spooky forest, and then have the character completely surprised about it being a dark, spooky forest.
I could hear voices in my head; at least twelve of them.
That’s a bit unsettling. If Nameless Narrator is hearing voices, what else is wrong in the ol’ brainpan? Everything that happens could be a manifestation of mental illness.
I ignored them, and continued inside the forest, hoping to find some sort of fuel for my car.
Too bad it runs on the souls of the innocent; those things are a bitch and a half to find.
Chapter one: Page 1 coming soon…
Probably next Friday, since that’s when my next riff posts.