Slender Twilight: The “Naughty” Version: Difference between revisions

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…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.

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'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 just took a bubble bath, and now I need to check my emails for the rightful acceptance of my creepypasta submission. Let's look…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."

"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…do..."

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…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…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…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!

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'ol Slendy gets sick and tired of being sexually harassed. Can anyone really blame him for resorting to this?"