An Utterly horrible Slenderverse fic I wrote a while ago
This was for a history class, believe it or not.
The prompt was to write about an urban legends.
P.S. If anyone actually like this … I don’t understand
Noah Maxwell was a handsome man. He had a head overflowing with thick chocolate hair as well as with ideas. He had soft caring brown eyes that seemed to always be caring and sincere. But his good looks where masked by the lack of sleep he had been plagued with lately. His once lively eyes had pools of dried blood. Dead and dark they made his eyes look akin. His hair was wet and stringy with oil and his nails where cracked and splintered from his newly found habit.
The young man satin the far corner of his room; his computer beside him. His feet drawn up to his stomach, his arms looped tightly around them as if he where to let go he and his whole world would disintegrate before he do anything. He absentmindedly rocked back and forth ever so slightly. He was afraid and scared. He was terrified out of his mind.
A man he know knew as only ‘slender man’ had been stalking him for the last few months and probably for much longer than that. Maybe since he was a small child as one websites suggested. He let out a low, guttural moan. The ‘stalking’ had started with small childish pranks. Into just recently Noah being scared for his own life.
It had started right after his best friend Milo’s funeral. There had been letters on his door step. Cryptic weird things. His name was one the front which freaked him out a bit. On The back it had said something along the lines of ‘The truth lies within. The river is where it starts. When dawn comes , the soul awakens’. It put him off but he had shaken it off as just kids. Pranks. It happens. He had gone about his daily life. For three weeks all was normal; but then the phone calls started and these where not pranks. The voice was heavily distorted and he had called himself ‘The operator’. He had said things like ‘we are always watching’ and ‘open your eyes.’ It had sent chills down his spine.
They told him to do things. He hadn’t wanted to but in the end he had no choice. This was life and death now. He had gone to the bored walk. They had told him to. It was by a river. He walked along the board until early dusk. He told himself to go home but his feet wouldn’t stop.
Rounding a bend was when he saw him for the first time but he had feeling that he knew the man from long ago. He wasn’t a normal man. He was tall. Inhumanly tall. Ten feet at least. He gave off a feeling of being stretched. His torso was way too long, his arms succeeded his knee caps and his elongated fingers almost brushed along the ground. Noah dwarfed him in comparison. A black as death shadow passed slowly over him like poison, a chill a cold as the depths of hell. He could hardly breathe, he couldn’t think. His breath wasn’t there. Damn it, his life was gone. Right there and then it felt like he died; his soul regurgitated through his eyes. His mouth watered as if he was going to barf. He wanted to run. But he couldn’t. His legs where rooted to the ground like led. The most unnerving part –no, scratch that- the most prettifying part, was that the man seemed to have no face. There where indents where his eyes should be, just a line where his mouth should have been. His should be face was just a lump of peachy flesh. All of this was packaged in a black suit and tie.
He finally found his legs again and he bolted. He didn’t stop running until he was inside his home. He still wasn’t safe, he knew that, but at least he was on common ground. He dead bolted his doors, pushing chars and dressers against them for good measure. He pulled across the curtains; he turned the nob to lock them as well, finding himself whishing that he had invested in bars on his windows.
What he had seen was something he shouldn’t have. He had no idea what it was but it hadn’t been human. His eyes where open; his sole awakened. Yet for a whole month and a half he hadn’t done anything. He hadn’t left the house. He just sat there. Until he started to see the man inside his house. That was the last line. Instantly he grabbed his laptop; his whole body shock. In desperation of wanting to know what he saw he searched the internet trying to find something, anything that would at least ease his mind.
Finally, as he was about to give up all hope he stumbled upon something. A blog. A group of men his age who where also being pledged by the same tall man. A creature. A legend. ‘slender man’. His breath hitched in his thought as he scrolled through endless pages of facts and stories about this man…thing…whatever he was. Apparently the thing had been a legend in Germany but had somehow found its way into America at some point in time. It wasn’t supposed to be real. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. But it was. To people all across America. A man named Alex Kralie seemed to be the first to began being stalked. Then his buddy. Then everyone around him. Around the same time a group of nutritionists called ‘EverymanHYBRID’ caught footage of the man. It was the same man. It HAD to be. The nutrient group caught his attention mostly because they had an email address. Hesitantly he clicked the lick, which opened his email.
‘I’ve seen him too. Please help. What do I do?’ was all he could enter in a shaky hand before clicking send. Now he was sitting, there, waiting. He reached over to tap f5. The page slowly refreshed. He let out a slow dead moan.
He clicked the link.
‘We will help you. Do you have any evidence? Papers or anything? Actually, are you near Ohio? Can you come down? You NEED to be around people who have dealt with this. Who ARE dealing with this. We are going to help you and you will help us all the same. Good? GET BACK TO ME.’
Noah let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding in. He booked a plane even before he emailed them back.
***Noah Maxwell and Milo do not belong to me. He belongs to himself.
** Slenderman belongs to the slenderverse and himself. (But mostly the Slenderverse.)