Title: Slender: Find the Eight Pages They Said
Media: Video Game/Creepypasta
Topic: Slender: The Eight Pages
URL: Chapter 6
URL: Chapter 7
Critiqued by Ghostcat
Hello, dear Patrons and welcome to another chapter!
In our last little trip down the rabbit hole the Nameless Narrator wandered around (again) and found a piece of paper (again) flicked their flashlight off and on repeatedly (again) and was half-heartedly stalked by Slendy (again). The only really interesting bit was the reveal that the Nameless Narrator might have cybernetic eyes, since they can zoom in on objects. I choose to believe that this is also the reason they keep seeing static whenever Slendy is near, even though that’s more of an analog thing rather than a digital thing, because otherwise I’m gonna stab someone.
To the fic!
AN: here’s chapter 5. please read, review and enjoy.
There are two red flags that indicate that a fic author is losing enthusiasm for their fic; that the chapters start getting noticeably shorter, and if they had been adding long chatty Author’s Notes to the chapters that those ANs get significantly shorter as well. This can also lead to the length of time between chapters increasing – complete with apologetic “sorry it’s late” ANs – sometimes to the point that the fic is completely abandoned, but to their credit this author does actually stick with it until the eighth page is collected. There’s even a set-up for the sequel fic.
Chapter five: page 5
Again with the time stamps.
I’ve moved past anger at this point, I just want to know why it’s taking the Nameless Narrator so frickin’ long to get this done. The author has been sticking to the game pretty closely so the playable area shouldn’t be that big, and (as the Nameless Narrator has already discovered) the pages are typically on or near very visible landmarks. Hell, they probably could have figured out how to hot-wire the truck from a few chapters back in a fraction of the time this scavenger hunt has taken and just driven through the gates.
The bathroom was extremely dark, and running around with the flashlight turned off would be bad news.
The stupid flashlight has been turned off and on so many times I honestly can’t keep track whether or not it’s supposed to be on or off right now.
I noticed that the flashlight was starting to dim.
Probably because you’ve been flicking it on and off so much, or because you’ve been wandering around in a dark forest for half the night.
Continuing on my journey through the multiple bathrooms, I became extremely nervous when turning corners.
That’s the first sensible thing you’ve narrated, since Slendy does have a habit of popping up as you turn a corner.
As I slowly peeked around the corners, I waited for a petite amount of static,
You’re waiting for a what kind of static?
The author is listed as Canadian in their profile, but this is the first time that there’s been any French in the fic so I had just assumed they were from one of the English-speaking portions of America’s Hat.
so that I had a rough idea where Slender was without having a surprise heart attack.
Is there any other kind? Much like the Spanish Inquisition, you don’t really expect to have a heart attack.
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Hello, dear Patrons, and welcome to another chapter of this plodding Slender Man fic. I’ve gone over the notes from the previous chapter when I was unavoidably detained, and…
“Detained?” :snorts: “You fell asleep!”
:clears throat: Yes, well; in my defense this is a really boring fic in which nothing ever happens, not even when Slendy does bother showing up.
“Tell me about it. At least you didn’t have to sit through that weird-ass tunnel/roll cake scene.”
Anyway; in case you can’t tell, Syl is riding shotgun with me on this chapter. Something about having to put in a minimum number of hours in order to qualify for a replacement phone, or something. When Lina starts using legalese I kind of space out.
“Hmph. I wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t eaten my phone.” :sighs: “The things I do for an unlimited data plan.”
I didn’t eat it, I just bit it a little; I never swallowed.
“That’s what they all say, love.”
:coughs: Do you think you could get your mind out of the gutter long enough to give the synopsis of the last chapter?
“What’s to tell? Some genderless drone in a sweater that may or may not have pockets found a piece of paper on a tanker and then wandered around a tunnel that might have actually been a roll cake before running off again.”
So basically a whole lot of nothing, just like the other chapters.
“You’re the one who picked this fic, not me.”
Title: Slender: Find the Eight Pages They Said
Media: Video Game/Creepypasta
Topic: Slender: The Eight Pages
URL: Chapter 4
Ghostcat Syl and Associates
:The Riffing Chamber is quiet and dark; nothing moves within its Stygian depths. Suddenly, the heavy reinforced door is flung open as if it is made of cardboard. An imposing figure strides into the room, poking at a cell phone with one finger:
Syl: GHOSTIE! Someone changed the WiFi password and I have an auction on eBay ending in one minute. Damn snipers aren’t getting the better of me again; that vintage Burdizzo clamp is mine. :looks around: Ghostie? Why the hell is it so dark in here?
:Syl stumbles over to the light switch and flicks them on, ducking to avoid the flying saw blades. The increased illumination reveals Ghostie, sleeping with her head pillowed on the console.:
Syl: The hell? Ghostie, wake up! :pokes Ghostie with her phone: Wakey-wakey, Ghostie-girl. I know this fic is really boring, but you’ve got work to do.
:Syl jumps back, still holding her phone – which now has a bite taken out of one corner.:
Syl: … Or you can just lay there and someone else can fill in for you. Someone responsible :looks around: And rational…:looks around again: Someone who isn’t me. There should be one of those pajama guys around here somewhere … :looks up in the rafters, but realizes the chamber is empty save Ghostie and herself: Goddammit all!
Syl: Well, if I’m doing this I’m going to need these :slides notebook out from under Ghostie’s head: but I’m not using Little Miss Bitey’s console. There should be a button … Ah! :unsheathes a blade and uses it to reach over Ghostie and press one of the console buttons: That should do the trick.
:Koori appears in a swirl of leaves:
Koori: You rang, ma’am? :sees Syl: You’re not Miss Ghostie. Where is … :sees Ghostie slumped over the console and Syl standing over her with a drawn blade: Miss Ghostie!
Syl: Oh, shit. I did not think this through.
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.
Hello, dear Patrons, and welcome back to more Slender Man fic! Hopefully it will eventually contain some actual Slender Man, but who know when that might happen? This fic moves slower than molasses in January.
In the first chapter we were introduced to the Nameless (and thus far genderless, faceless, and all around made of Void) Narrator, who is incredibly bad at planning even a short trip to a friend’s party, leaving them stranded out of gas and sans cell phone on the side of the least busiest highway ever. They do happen to be located just across the highway from a farm/forest, which is presumably where they will run afoul of The Slender Man.
AN: SLENDER CHAPTER 1! PLEASE READ, REVIEW and ENJOY!
Technically this is the second chapter, not the first.
Chapter one: Page 1
You really don’t have to label the chapter twice, we understood you the first time.
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.
Title: Popo, Star-Spawn of Cthulhu
Author: William Ungerstein Fmerigo
Topic: H. P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos
URL: Chapter 1
Critiqued by AdmiralSakai and Guard-Novitiate Psk’nyor “Nina” C’hon
Hello hello, all you patrons, and welcome to my first riff as an official member of the Library of the Damned!
“Good for… you, I guess. But if this doesn’t mean you’re finally going to write my cameo into Y’ha-nth’lei Minute like you promised, I really can’t be bothered to give a flying glub.”
You know, there are other characters in the UNITYverse aside from yourself…
Well, a few days ago I confirmed that there is indeed a ‘Cthulhu Mythos’ section to fanfiction.net, and it’s… well, really about what you’d expect. The status of H.P. Lovecraft’s mythos as one of the earliest formal ‘shared’ canons that any writer could contribute to, coupled with a writing style that was… well, both very distinctive and kind of formulaic has guaranteed the existence of droves of solidly OK superficial imitators.
And then there’s this story, by William Ung… *squints at username and tries to find the vowels* umm… William. I give you “Popo, Star-Spawn of Cthulhu”.
Actually, that makes a fair amount of sense.
“Wrong Popo, buddy.”