forum Welcome To Slenderman's Mansion New Proxies! (PG-16 content) (Open)

Started August 31, 2018 by @Elder-God-Whisper

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okie dokie.//

My friends all hate horror. 😩

Aw, Alex. I’m sorry. At least you still got this forum! So, how should we start? I think that this forum should be supervised by everyone. Not just controlled by me. So if you guys have any way you wanted to start the role play, please tell me! 😊

Hmm, maybe since y'all are using Oc's role them being found/ do a back story?

That works! Blue Flames, do want to have Tino meet Patchwork before Slenderman finds them, or I can have Slenderman find them separately. (I'm listening to "outrunning Karma" - Nightcore remix, and it sets the mood so fucking well.)

Mmm, let's have them meet before.//

All righty! Do you want to start, or me? And Alex, feel free to join in with Toby however and whenever you want.

Could you start?//

Patchwork stalked through a forest, her eyes always on her quarry from behind her mask. The dunk man was obviously getting wary, and constantly looked over his shoulder. She smiled. This was gonna be fun. She hopped silently up into a tall oak tree, and in thus doing so, attained a better view. Now the fun could begin. This man had been requiring attention for quite some time. He was a general asshole. The normal abusive father and husband, alcoholic, etc. Pretty much the whole nine yards. When a little girl about 9 years old had appeared at Patchwork's most recent camping spot, she was drinking her weekly bowl of human blood. This girl would totally freak out at the sight in front of her and inform her parents of the heterochromiac girl, and then she'd have police on her tail for weeks. But the child wasn't fazed in the slightest. What she requested from you was startling. The young girl shoved fifteen dollars into Patch's hand and asked that she get rid of her father, because she didn't want mommy to be so sad and scared anymore. Patchwork put the money back in the girl's hand and walked her back home, promising that she'd take care of things. And so, she was out in the woods, about to do what she does best. She pulled one of her pieces of blood stained muslin (type of cream colored fabric in case you didn't know) and leaped right over him and dropped the soft rag on top of his head. He spun around and swiped at his head viciously. When he finally got the piece of fabric, he studied it for a bit before realizing what was staining it. He yelped, dropping it and scrambling away from it. Patchwork chuckled darkly, quite audible. The man visibly paled. The girl jumped lithely into yet another tree, purposefully snapping branches. The now quite terrified man froze, now practically wetting his pants. Patch then dropped down behind him, gripping her lovely little daggers in her calloused hands. The large male shuddered and slowly turned to see a pretty little blood stained mug. She smiled, her lips looked sugary sweet, but her eyes burned like the fires of hell. "You look like you need to be patched up." Then she lunged, driving her knife into his neck and twisting her wrist, splattering blood all over the nearby trees. Finally, the screams stopped. She went and pulled out a basket from behind a tree, then she carved out his heart and replaced it with a black sewn one, and then stitched patches of fabric over his wounds. As she was packing away her supplies, she felt someone watching her. She stood up and drew her daggers. She stared at the tree line. (Your cue Blue Flames sorry that was so long.)

He was cold. The small boy was frozen. He wasn't sure what to do, what to act on. His mother and father were screaming insults downstairs. He gulps and walks down the creaky staircase, biting his lip as he does so. He walks to the kitchen, more like sneaks, to get some water. The shouting stops and the little boy tenses. His breathing hitches and he holds very, very still. He cries out when he's slammed against the cupboard. "Useless child. I told you to stay in bed!" His mother screeches in his ear. He cries out as he's thrown across the room. He sobs and curls in on himself. His mother and father begin screaming insults at the poor boy. And suddenly something snapped. His vision went dark, and the next thing he knew he was standing in the middle of a boold of blood, holding a butchers knife and his dead parents at his feet.

welp, this is being stalked//

oonce i figure out what creepypasta is i shall join//

funny thing is, no idea what creepypasta is..//

(lol. You'll learn. But a warning, once you join the fandom…. there's no escape! I'll be back in a bit.)

(So creepypadta is (well, started as.) scary stories or haunted/cursed pictures people would spread over the internet with the label “creepypasta” which was dirived from the word copypasta which meant copied and pasted things from the internet. Eventually, it grew into a fandom where we have specific characters like for example, Jeff the Killer, who murdered his family after being burned by bullies and going insane and carving a permanent smile on his face and burning his eyelids off so he could stay awake forever. Now, people have trademarked him with a white, blood-stained hoodie and long black hair. People have combined him as being very self-absorbed and insisting that he is the very figure of sexy. Also, he is very protective of his knives, and the one he killed his family with in particular. And then people made his brother whom he had killed into s creepypasta named “Homicidal Liu” (think I spelled it right). And so people do similar things with other creepypasta, like they cannoned Ticci Toby to be very sweet and childish and then we get into the whole Masky and Hoodie/Marble Hornets mess…

(Sorry about that rant. I’ll get back to role playing.)

Patchwork slowly turned to see a tall humanoid creature with no face dressed in a business suit. She took a more protective stance. “Apologies.” the creature said. ”I am Slenderman, and I would like to speak to you for a moment if that is allowed by you.” Patch pondered him for a moment. For a monster, he was polite. She nodded. ”Wonderful! First, I need to fetch someone. Would you mind if I slipped away while you clean up your evidence?” The girl nodded. ”Thank you. I’ll be back shortly.” And He disappeared.

======Time skip brought to you by Slendy Warp! (Lol. Don’t quote me on it) =======

Slenderman appeared inside a small, rundown house. He was standing in the kitchen where he had been getting Killer signals from. Then he looked at the scene before him. A boy was standing in a puddle of red liquid, holding a large butcher knife that was covered in the substance. Two figures, a man and a woman were lying on the ground, brutally murdered. The tall faceless one looked back at the boy, and awaited his reaction.

Tino was frightened when the looming figure appeared in his home. He tilts his head, his face appearing emotionless. His fear turned to curiosity as he let the butcher knife clatter to the ground. "Who are you?" He whispers softly, his bloodied hands limp at his sides as he stares at the faceless man with curiosity. He was so small, so frail. He was so vulnerable, weak, and broken. Tino blinks owlishly as he awaited his answer.

Slenderman was pleased. The boy had shown some initial fear, but then the boy turned out to be curious minded. ‘This boy may fit in quite well. As will that girl.’ Then Slenderman stick out his hand and replied, “You may call me Slenderman. And I have a proposition for you.”

Tino looks at his parents who lay there, covered in their own blood, lifeless and unseeing. He looks back at Slenderman. Very quietly, he whispers. "A proposition?" He asks curiously, his head tilted. What could a tall, monster like creature want out of a small, frail boy like him.

Slenderman knelt. ”I’ll tell you, but I need you to come with me. There’s another girl who I also need to talk with about my proposition. Would you mind?” Slender then put his hand out invitingly, palm up.

Tino watches as Slenderman knelt. Was there another child that needed help? Nervously he takes Slendermans hand. He wasn't scared. He was mostly curious about this being. This person who has shown him kindness. It made him wonder. He glances back at his dead parents before nodding to Slenderman.

Slenderman’s face creased to something like a smile, and the they warped back to where the girl had been. Slenderman looked around, still holding the boy’s hand. Then Patchwork dropped down in front of them from the trees, knives drawn. She looked at the boy and throughly scanned him. He was covered in blood, still pretty young, and he looked like he hadn’t eaten well in a while. She lifted her mask up on top of her head and creased her forehead with concern. Then she dug through the large leather bag that was sling across her. She pulled something out and shoved it at the boy. “Here. Eat.” Then she realized that he could see her weird eyes and ducked her head, her hair acting as a curtain.

Tino starts a little when they left his childhood home, the home where he was abused, unwanted and unloved. He looks at the girl, squeaking when she leaped in front of them, her knives flashing. He hides nervously behind Slenderman, not sure what to do. It was almost like her eyes were staring into his soul. Tino blinks rapidly when he sees the food, looking at the girl before looking at the food again. Slowly, he walks forward, taking the food with small, slim hands. He smiles at her in thanks, not really minding her strange appearance. "You're pretty." He says softly, when he noticed she hid behind her hair. "Thank you for the food." He whispers, offering a tiny smile despite what he had just been through. He takes a little bite of the food, then looks at Slenderman, swallowing before asking softly, "What do we do now?"

may i join this?//

okay, i might get something wrong on the form though//

Name: Asher Quire
Age: 23
Sexuality: Thy gay child
Looks: black messy hair, voilet eyes with brown splotches, pale skin with freckles, short, very sharp nails
Clothes they wear on missions: mostly black and red clothes
Everyday Clothes: A light green shirt with crmson flowers on it, black pants, sneakers
Creepypasta Friends: N/A well not yet
Enemies: N/A not yet
Hobbies: Sings alot mostly morbid giberish
Habits: Biting his tounge hard enough to draw blood
Quirks: he is pretty much a quirk all by himself
Preferred weapons: knives, guns, anything. but mostly his own nails
Personality: Completly insane, cheerfull, morbidly childish
Backstory: shrugs he dont say
Other: He knows a bunch of other languges