Slenderman Vs Zalgo.

Chapter 1: The Letter

It was in a crowded bar in which my story starts. The kind of place I hate. A place sanctioned off for people to partake in the act of intoxication. The only reason why I would ever enter a place like this is for my job. You see at the time I was a Police Officer for the New Orleans department. My job was to try and find the location of a man with a bit of infamy around Louisiana. His real name is unknown but the popular nick name for him is "The Lollipop Killer." It started with the killing of a man by the name of John Horton. On his body they found a light red lollipop. A few days later 13 nurses and doctors from New Orleans Children’s Hospital were brutally murdered in various ways. Each body was found with the exact same red lollipop. Since then the police have been finding bodies with that Red candy. Being from the area I heard the legends my whole life. The killings started before I was even born and the last reported killing of this sort was 2 years ago but recently I was given an anonymous tip that a man knew the whereabouts of The Lollipop Killer. I showed up at the location he said to meet at. It was an old school English pub by the name of The Crying Giant. When I entered I sat down at a table in the corner and ordered a coffee. By the time it came a man had sat down across from me at the table and passed me a letter. He then walked off. I picked up the small folded up piece of paper and opened it. While the handwriting was hard to read I managed to get through it. The letter read this…..

Hello Adam…

You’re probably wondering who I am. While I can’t give you that I am the man that called you about the lead on “The Lollipop Killer.” The location of him is definitely around the outskirts of New Orleans. I do not feel comfortable telling you how I know this as I feel this would threaten my safety, me giving you this letter has threatened your safety as well. They know I’ve gave this to you and by the time you finish reading this I’ll be dead.

Zalgo lives….

That farewell note made little sense to me at the time. The whole note did. How would “they” know where I was or wherever this man was? I eventually came to the conclusion that this man must have left a prank letter to scare me. Furious I left the bar and walked down the street to my car. I opened the car door and began to start the car. Immediately a smell filled my car that I had never smelt in this vehicle before. Tobacco and candy. Seeing how I had never smoked and I hadn’t recently bought candy so this smell was even stranger. Then immense pain hit the back of my head and I blacked out…

When I woke up I was locked in a windowless room with my hands tied behind me on the ground. Then the door opened. In front of me was a monochrome looking clown. He had very long arms and a hunch. “The doctor will see you now.” He said in a dark British accent. He grabbed me and dragging me across the ground I was brought into a huge room which seemed to be part of a mansion. I was sat up on a chair by the clown who walked to the side of a man on a large completely black throne. His leg dangling off an arm of the throne. The man on the throne was wearing a light blue doctor’s coat with jeans tucked into his carhart boots. He was smoking a cigarette. “State your name.” Said the clown. “Adam Clinton.” I blurted out still dazed by the blow to the back of my head. “Which army do you side with.” The clown asked again. “Army?” I asked. I was confused about what this strange clown was talking about. “Don’t play dumb with me Mr. Clinton.” the man on the throne said with an accent clearly from Louisiana. “Sir I have no idea what you are talking about.” I said. What was all this talk about? And more importantly what did I have to do with all it? The man got up from his throne revealing how tall he was. While the throne made him look small in reality this strange man in a blue doctor’s coat must have been at least 6’8” He walked towards me grabbing me and holding me against a wall, choking me. “What side are you?” he asked forcefully. It then occurred to me where his coat was from. This coat was worn by doctors at New Orleans Children’s Hospital. The hospital the lollipop killer massacred 13 people at. “L-Lollipop killer…..” I muttered out. The man had a shocked look as he loosened his grip on me eventually dropping me onto the ground. As I started panting the man looked back at me. “What did you just say to me?” he said menacingly. “I am trying to find the lollipop killer.” I blurted out still trying to regain my breath. “Well brother it looks like you found him.” He said as he grabbed me. He punched me hard in the face knocking me out..