Long ago, in a realm far away, there was a young woman, a Princess, about to give birth to her daughter. As the birth was happening, thunder, lightning,and roiling dark purple clouds loomed in the distance, signaling the coming of a curse, a dark curse.
And this dark curse is the cause of a heartbroken woman, who felt that this was her only remaining chance for her happy ending. As the curse sweeps across the land, nearing the castle where the Princess is delivering her child, the heartbroken woman is riding in a carriage, on her way to gloat about her victory.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" With one last scream and one final push, the little baby girl is born. Swiftly cleaned up and passed to her mother, the baby's cries softened into baby gurgles. Looking down at the child with pure love in her eyes, the Princess softly speaks. "Hello, Emma."
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*Four years later*
Four year old little Emma Swan looks up at her foster father. She's hoping that she'll be ignored this time. Ever since she arrived at this home, the father uses her as his personal punching bag. Whenever his girlfriend pisses him off, he has a bad day at work, to Emma's room he goes.
Punching her, slapping her, kicking, spitting on, flick cigarette butts at, anything and everything he does to her. And there's no chance for escape. She's too small to go to school, her foster father didn't bother enrolling her. Too young to go anywhere really. So she stays home, mostly alone. But that doesn't mean that she can play with her toys. She doesn't have any.
Instead, she's given a list of chores to complete around the house daily. It doesn't matter that she's only four, she's been doing chores since she was two and a half. They started her off small, just to see if she could catch on. And she could, because she's a very smart child. And it was used to his advantage.
On this particular day, Emma's foster father had just lost his job, and his girlfriend was talking about dumping him after their latest argument. So, with how his day went, he was especially looking forward to getting home let out his anger and frustration on little Emma. No sooner than he saw her that her body crumpled to the floor, the force of his slap across the face hard enough to knock her down. Feeling tears well up in her eyes from the pain, she struggles to not let them fall.
On and on and on, the pain gradually worsens as the physical abuse continues . So much so that she passes out from the pain. Then he just leaves her lying on the floor, walking away to grab a six pack of beer from the fridge. Walking back, taking a long drink, he stops, staring at her. Dark thoughts begin to swirl around his head. 'Since the lazy bitch wants to leave, I'll just use her instead.' As those thoughts continue, he goes and sits down in his armchair, finishing the drink and opening a second.
Continuing to drink through the pack, those thoughts begin to grow. Just as he finishes the last one, he stumbles out of the chair, making his way over to Emma's unconscious body. By this time, she is slowly starting to wake up. Groggy and disoriented, it takes Emma time to realize that she passed out from the pain. Unfortunately for Emma, she doesn't realize this until her foster father is on his knees, unbuttoning his pants. Before she could move out of the way, searing white-hot pain shoots between her legs. Her foster father forced himself into her. Emma screams in agonizing pain, tears streaming down her little face. Her foster father doesn't notice, or if he does, didn't care. All he cares about is getting himself off.
He continues to pump in and out, movements growing sloppy with his drunkenness. Emma is still crying, struggling to push him off, but she couldn't because of his weight. A few more thrusts, and he finally finishes. He rolls off of her, passing out on the floor from the combination of drinking and raping his foster daughter. Emma slows down her crying, reducing the wails and tears to sniffles and hiccups. She starts picking herself up off the floor cautiously. She heads to the room she's been sleeping in, gathers her stuff into her backpack, and carefully heads to the front door. Emma didn't care where she ended up, she just knew that being in that house is no longer safe.
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It is a dark, dark night. The shadows long and deep. Out of the shadows comes a tall, thin figure in a suit. The figure ends up being the Slenderman. Slenderman walks down the lane, sensors on alert. His sensors pick up a slight flair of despair. Twisting his neck around, he feels it again but stronger, to his left. Turning in that direction, he continues strolling along slowly, hoping to pinpoint the flair. As he walks along, the flair seems to be moving itself, further and further away. As Slenderman gets ready to teleport to the flair, he stumbled upon the origin. A dilapidated, run down house, door opened, screen swinging in a gentle breeze. Moving closer to the house, his sensors pick up a phantom feeling of pain and anguish. Looking through the open door, he spots a man lying unconscious on the floor. Intrigued, he decided to teleport inside. Seeing the blood covering a portion of the floor, his curiosity grows, wondering if one of his charges had an assignment in the house. Looking around, he doesn't see anything that would lead him to believe it was one of his. The man lying on the floor grunts, rolling over on his side. Deciding to leave him alone for the time being, the Slenderman teleports away, mind back on finding the physical source of the flair.
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Wandering around completely lost, Emma sits down on the ground and bursts into tears. 'I wish my mommy and daddy were here, whoever they are' she thinks to herself as the tears continue pouring down her little face. As she is crying so hard, she doesn't realize that she's not alone. The shadow that she's seen a few times now moves closer than it's ever been before. Slowly starting to calm down, she glances up into the blank face of the tall man in front of her. Bending down, he asks a simple question. "Do you want to be a part of my family, forever?" "Forevers? No give backs?" She asked with a sniffle. "No, you will never be given back. You will be mine." "Otay." And with that single word, Emma became a child of the Slenderman.
Slenderman picks up little Emma and holds her close while he walks to his home.
The Slenderman and little Emma make their way to an abandoned mansion deep in the forest. Emma looks around in wonder, she's never seen a house so big in her life. Upon entering the front door, her little ears are assaulted by a series of voices. Looking up at Slenderman in question, he answers, "Not to worry. They are simply houseguests. This is your new home. You will always be safe here." Feeling relief wash over her, Emma looks about with more curiosity and interest than she has shown in a long time. Chucking softly, Slenderman leads Emma further into the house. He takes her down to the dining room where they are met by a sea of faces staring back at them. Slenderman leads her to a chair, helping her up and into it, before pushing it back in place. Settling into his own chair at the head of the table, Slenderman nods his head for dinner to commence. As the dishes are being brought out and laid on the table, Slenderman is going around the table, telling Emma everyone's names.
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Once Upon A Twisted Time
FanficABC'S Once Upon A Time with a twist. A Once Upon A Time/Creepypasta Crossover. Somwhat based off of The Smiling Crow's Fanfiction.net story "Harry By Proxy".
