"What the fuck did I just read?"
- Pretty much everyone.
FanBoy97: Journal entry 1.)
Oh, how no one understands the dark brooding angst stirring in my loins! I couldn't concentrate in school again today, thoughts of Him distracted me from my composition writing class. How could I possibly worry about the fundamentals of English grammar stuff stupid when there's a tall sexy devil stalking the spooky nights? I wish He would stalk me. I know "some" people would say that I am a silly pants; that He would devour my soul or drive me to madness... but they don't understand Him like do. I know He would not do this to me. And how could He? I'm His "biggest" fan. ;) Oh well, I suppose I'll just have to prove them all wrong.
FanBoy97: Journal entry 2.)
Woe is me. Must I be alone for all eternity? Doomed to wander the cruel world in my misunderstoodedness? I spent the entire afternoon in the cemetery after school today, drawing the sacred symbol on each and every tombstone, the circle of darkness with the 'x' of also darkness, awaiting for Him to run into my arms. I even wore my outfit, my extra special Sailor Moon miniskirt and thigh high socks. I must have ridden my tricycle around those gave stones a thousand times before I ran out of Hi-C. How could He not be enticed by me? Am I not enticing? Of course I am, it must have been those fart faces who showed up and interrupted my unholy ritual. The called me names, really mean names that cut into my soul like razors. I tried not to cry, but I could not stop myself. "If you don't stop... shouldn't make fun of the black forces that dwell within me!" I yelled at them before they started throwing bananas at me. Bananas that cut deeper than any black razor of black blackness. I road my tricycle home as fast as I could. On the way I checked my vampire Pikachu watch, IT WAS ALMOST 6 O'CLOCK!!! My mom must have been worried sick! But then I got home and she gave me some spaghetti. Yummy!
FanBoy97: Journal entry 3.)
I just took a bubble bath, and now I need to check my emails for the rightful acceptance of my creepypasta submission. Let's look... NOTHING! Anger and other dirty talk! How could it not be posted yet? I submitted it yesterday afternoon, how long do I have to wait for the world to see my spectacular greatness? I know, that jerky jerk face administrator is jealous of my uncanny ability to write epic tales of melancholy spookiness. Of course that's what it is, nobody could pass up my masterpiece unless they were intimidated. It was called, "The grand adventures of the totally badass and in no way at all homoerotic sparkly vampires." It was so awesome. I guess I'm just going to have to send that jerk a bunch of emails outlining why he's such a jerk. Then he'll see, they'll all see. But it's almost eight, and I need to snuggle into bed next to my Jeff the Killer body pillow and let my darky dark mind of darkness take me to the ultradarkness of dreamland.
FanBoy97: Journal entry 4.)
I woke up from that dream again, I just had to write it down this time. It was the one where I'm lying there still in my bed completely naked when the wind blows my bedroom window open, and then that beautiful slender body of His floats in, hovering above me, tempting me with the prospects of sweet sweaty passion.
"Come to me, sweet prince," I say to Him as He lowers Himself gracefully, His black suit stretched tight across His lovely form.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?" I ask him. He never says a word.
"Oh, the strong and silent type aren't you?" I whisper into where His ear balls should be. "That's okay," I continue in the most seductive voice I can manage. "You don't have to say a thing." I pulled on His necktie, pulling His faceless face against mine. Then we start making out, AND IT WAS SEXXXXXY! Then after like, an hour, I whisper back into his ear balls, "How about you take off that suit and show me what those tentacles can really do..."
When I woke up my sheets were all sticky.
FanBoy97: Journal entry 5.)
OMG!!<333333!!!! I don't even know to explain it, but after that hot sticky dream I just couldn't go back to sleep. So I kinda just stayed awake and sent fifty complaints to that jerk faced administrator , when I got this sense you know? A most... arousing sense at that. I got this feeling that I needed to look out of my window, and when I did, I that it was... it was Him! Slenderman was watching me from across the street. I knew it was Him at once, He's impossible to mistake. The tall, thin body in the most fabulous of suits. He was just standing there motionless, expressionless, beckoning to me... Oh shits! I better get back to the window, He's still out there and I need to press my bare nipples against the glass to keep Him interested. I'll come back later to write how it went. Oh God, I feel as giddy as a school girl at the gynecologist's!
The Next Day...
Officer Stinson is standing at the scene of the crime, his partner, Officer Drake approaches him with a cup of coffee in each hand.
"So what in the hell and the hootenanny happened here?" Asks Drake as he glances over the carnage. Up high in a tree sectioned off by yellow hazard tape is the body of a young boy, his torso impaled on one of the many jagged braches. On the ground below him, there are several plastic bags filled with what is assumed to be some of the boy's organs. They include; eyes, kidneys, liver, pancreas, gallbladder and several fingers. Officer Stinson hands his partner a piece of paper covered in blood.
"We found this nailed to the tree." Says Stinson to Drake. "I think you know what it means." Drake reads the note, each letter spelled out in crimson.
"No means no," Drake reads aloud. "Great googally moogally! Not another one of these sickos! Must be the third one this year, and it does explain why the kid up there is wearing a dress."
Officer Stinson looks back up into the tree. The boy is in fact still wearing his Sailor Moon outfit.
"Yeah," Says Stinson, "We're dealing with one twisted pervert here alright. We checked this kids journal earlier this morning. It looked like he was getting ready to try and date rape Slenderman."
Drake shakes his head in disgust. "Sweet zombie Jesus. Kids these days, messin' around on the interwebs, thinking that it couldn't happen to them, then all of a sudden 'ol Slendy gets sick and tired of being sexually harassed. Can anyone really blame him for resorting to this?"
Stinson looks down at his feet with a somber look on his face. "No, no I don't think anyone really can. But we gotta look at it this way; at least for now, we can take comfort in knowing that this nightmare is finally over."
Just then, the boy in the tree coughs out a spattering of blood.
"WHY? WHY DON'T YOU LOVE MEEEE?!?" He chokes out. Without hesitation, Officers Drake and Stinson pull their side arms from their holsters, emptying the clips into the whining fan boy. When the dust settles, Stinson looks back to Drake.
"Okay, now it's over."
