1803: Slender: Find the Eight Pages They Said – Chapter 3Posted: June 30, 2017
Hello, dear Patrons, and welcome to another slog through the woods with our Nameless Narrator who will (hopefully) meet up with The Slender Man soon. In the last chapter the Nameless Narrator just wandered around for hours, flicking their flashlight on and off, until they stumbled over one of the pages. This triggered a sick dance beat, or possibly a rain of freshwater fish.
To the next chapter!
AN: So I’m releasing this chapter on Halloween. spooky huh?
Given that time didn’t stop when you posted this and it’s now late June/early July, I’d have to say; no, no it’s not very spooky.
At school today I saw slendy about four times, but was only able to capture 2 pictures of him.
Two seems like a lot; I thought Slendy was supposed to be elusive, like Bigfoot?
I also caught an ash ketchum and a waldo.
Ohhh, they’re talking about Halloween costumes! I wasn’t even questioning the presence of a creepypasta character in their school; I have a pet tyrannosaur who likes baking and cosplay and hang out with a dangerously unstable psychopath and Ishi-sensei on a regular basis, so who am I to judge their life? I will say playing the live version of “Where’s Waldo?” at cons is always fun – there is always at least one Waldo around.
I have another class at 5:30 today, so hopefully i will see him again.
And will this ever be relevant to anything in this fic? Anything at all?
Well please read , review, enjoy and even favorite, follow or other crap that fanfiction has. well…stay awesome and alert this halloween.
Still another four months to go, so I think I have time to plan.
Chapter 2: Page 2
Wait, has there been another time-skip between chapters?
Yep, it was eight-fifteen when Nameless Narrator found the page at the end of the last chapter so that’s close to forty-five minutes gone.
The constant bass proceeded as I continued walking down the path of the forest.
See, now would be an excellent time to start spastically flicking your flashlight off and on.
The environment was starting to freak me out.
You’re freaking out? I can’t tell if I need to get my fishing pole or set up the fog machine and laser lights.
Something was coming, and it was coming after me.
Is it winter?
Worried about the monster, I decided to keep my flashlight on. I had the feeling that turning it off would be disastrous, and that if there really was some sort of creature lurking in this forest, I would be caught.
Oh, now you’re being sensible. Of course, you’ve been wandering around for hours in the dark forest; if there really was a monster then it wouldn’t have waited until you found the first page (because bullshit gameplay mechanics do not translate into realistic behaviours) and probably would have caught you well before now. Or you would be terribly lost and will eventually die of exposure and hikers will find you in the spring if the coyotes haven’t scattered your bones over most of the county.
I continued walking; I even jogged a little.
In a dark forest, surrounded by trees. How has Nameless Narrator not run into something by now?
I frantically shifted the area surrounding me; hoping to discover another page.
Nandatte? Unless you’re secretly an Earthbender, I doubt you’re doing anything of the sort to the area around you.
I searched on some tree trunks, but there were no pages.
Welp, this is hopeless. Time to lay down and die, I guess.
There are only eight of them.
Seven, actually; you’ve already found one.
I’m sure that the individual who created this sort of game wasn’t going to be a bitch, and place all eight of them on random trees.
Someone is forcing you to go on an Easter Egg hunt in a dark forest inhabited by unknown monsters and you don’t think they would try to dick you over in some way?
You have a much higher opinion of people than I do.
Earlier, I observed a building. Maybe the pages are all attached landmarks?
Why would you think that? They are in the game, but the first one you found was just sitting at the base of a tree.
I stopped in my tracks for a brief moment.
I can’t tell if that’s dramatic or anti-climatic. I’m leaning towards the latter.
My eyes widened. I thought I heard an extra footstep. I walked again, but when I stopped it was quiet. I had the urge to look behind my shoulder, but something in my gut told me not to; and maybe it was a good idea not to look.
Oooh, how spooky – an extra footstep!
If that rattles Nameless Narrator then they are going to shit themselves if Slendy ever appears. Or die of old age, whichever happens first.
Focused on the path ahead, I observed something red and yellow in the distance.
Damn. They really will put a McDonald’s anywhere, won’t they?
As I got closer, I noticed that the object was a red truck; A Volvo to be exact.
Wasn’t Nameless Narrator’s car a Volvo as well? The author knows there’s more than one kind of car around, right?
Parked behind the truck was a mediocre sized trailer.
It isn’t big, or small, or medium-sized, it’s just … average.
It was boxed shaped and acquired windows on the sides of the trailer.
It acquired the windows? How, through a divorce settlement with the shed?
“Maybe there’s a page here,” I whispered; taking into consideration that this might be some sort of landmark.
I guess we’re falling back on that old fanfic standard where the very first idea that pops into a character’s head is the correct solution despite having no evidence to support their assumptions.
I searched high and low around the red Volvo, but saw nothing. I even stuck my head inside, hoping that there was a page. Nothing was there, but a beer, an empty wallet, and some neatly folded papers. Other than that, the inside of the truck was very tidy. But it was dark.
Dude, there’s papers! GET THE PAPERS!
There was no page in sight, so I moved forward, and ran to the trailer.
NO! WAIT! :points again: PAPERS! The sign never stated which ones you needed, just the number of them! YOU ONLY NEED SEVEN MORE!
I searched around the box – shaped trailer with my handy dandy flashlight.
Way to go, Dora.
AH HA! the second page was visible. I squinted at the note. My mouth moved as I read it.
(Insert circle with X_X eyes)
Ummm … You had to mouth those words? That’s not a good thing, Nameless Narrator.
Alas, I snatched the second page from the side of the trailer, and placed it in my sweater with the first page.
Nameless Narrator must be a woman, or dressed in women’s clothing – only women’s clothing has such a criminal lack of pockets.
I twisted my head from side to side, but nothing was in front or behind me. I continued on my search for the third page.
If you’re turning your head from side to side then you’re looking left, right, and at the area directly in front of you – not behind you. You have to turn around (or break your own neck) to do that.
Yet another time-skip forward. And somehow despite the fic fast-forwarding through such big chunks of time, it still has the pacing of a geriatric snail.
I looked behind me, and saw the previous landmarks that were almost out of sight.
Almost? It’s been twenty minutes and you’ve been presumably walking through the forest/farm the entire time – those “landmarks” should be long gone by now.
As I walked backwards, a small hint of static appeared before my eyes.
:spits coffee all over desk:
What the hell?!? Not this shit again; Nameless Narrator had better have cybernetic eyes or some other explanation for this.
As I continued walking, I noticed that the static was getting worse. I rubbed my eyes, but the static was relentless. Sick of watching landmarks fading into the distance, I decided to turn around –
Why is this a thing? Yes, I know it happens in the games; but as we have repeatedly explained in the Library organic eyes CANNOT have static. Static is a purely electronic phenomenon, and not even one that modern electronics can produce unless it is done deliberately – you need old school analog equipment to get ‘proper’ static. It works in the games because they are an electronic medium so static as a warning device makes sense, and because in many versions of the game the player character is using a video camera as the player’s perspective, and also because IT IS A GAME! Things happen in games that don’t make any sense outside of the environs of the game.
There he was.
You know that feeling where something is really scary, and you really want to scream, but you can’t? That is what this moment felt like.
Thanks so much for telling me how scared you are rather than showing me through your emotions and actions. That’s a real time saver.
I saw the monster approximately 50 feet away.
No numerals in the narration!
He wasn’t hard to spot considering that he was an oversized human wearing a suit. His bright, white, faceless face stared right into my soul. The second note was right, from what I saw there were no eyes; or a mouth, ears and nose.
His faceless face? The Slender man does have a face, he just doesn’t have any features on that face – as you yourself point out in that second sentence. This whole thing is just really redundant.
Dammit, my Xenodoken Gun is getting cleaned! Guess I’ll have to wheel out the ol’ Spider Cannon.
:alarms fall abruptly silent:
His arms were longer than his body, and approximately five large tentacles protruded behind his body.
“Approximately five” strikes me as being both maddeningly precise and frustratingly vague at the same time; five is a fairly low number to be approximating so if the author didn’t want to give an exact figure they should use words like “many” or “several” instead.
For the split second that I stared into his face, my vision was overwhelmed with static.
No it frickin’ wasn’t, you non-gendered child of a female canine!
“No!” I screamed, and turned away, running away from the creature.
Dude, if you’re that close to The Slender Man, then you’re already screwed.
As I gained more distance between us, the static slowly receded.
:inarticulate rage noises:
Again, I wanted to look behind me. So, I did, and I saw him again; this time he teleported closer.
How do you know he’s teleporting? You heard footsteps earlier, so wouldn’t the natural assumption be that he’s walking and/or running behind you?
I wanted to look. I kept making the same mistake. I took another few steps and looked again –
This is why I can’t watch horror movies in theaters; I usually end up screaming at the screen when a character does some dumbass thing everyone knows they shouldn’t do.
But he was gone.
Huh. Well, that certainly was anticlimactic. The Nameless Narrator couldn’t have out-walked Slendy, not if they were stopping every few steps to turn around, so Slendy must be playing with his food.
I was shaking. He was right there, but now he’s gone. GONE! I constantly turned in circles checking if he was somewhere nearby, but there was no trace of the monster.
Then shouldn’t you be running? Book it back to the gate, if you can even remember where it is after wandering around for hours in the forest/farm. At least you know that spot is close to a highway where you can presumably signal for help.
The bass was still pounding in my head.
:grabs broom and pounds on the ceiling: TURN IT DOWN!
Damn kids and their electro-pop-synth-ska.
I rubbed my temples, and instead of turning the flashlight off, I turned it on.
Nandatte? That doesn’t make any sense. If you turned it on that would mean that it was already off. You can’t turn it more off.
In order to survive this, I should keep the flashlight on. If I see him, I can run.
Just not very well since you have a weird compulsion to turn around every ten seconds.
As I continued to find the third page, I became extremely paranoid. I never want to see that faceless, slender man ever again.
Again, thanks so very much for just telling us what you’re felling rather than showing us. Really streamlines the reading process since it prevents any sort of emotional investment on the audience’s part.
Chapter 3: Page 3 coming soon…
:Swenia rolls in the Mobile Porno Music DJ Booth:
Sorry, we already have way too much bass in this fic.
:Swenia rolls out the MPMDB:
See you next time, Patrons!