Last week I got back into college, as I have said in chat like twenty times already. So in order to celebrate the events of my life, here is also a story that starts when the protagonist gets back to school, with a main course of Slenderman and a side course of hot libidos.
Enjoy this more or less well-crafted dish.
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So far, nice! Can’t say one expect much to happen on one’s first day back to school. In mine we had to say around eight times in front of the class about what we did in the vacations. It wasn’t a fun thing to listen over and over about some of my friends going to other cities or to amusement parks in other states, since the only thing I did was to be in the Internet for the whole time.
Sorry, got sidetracked on my past. You’re here to read bad stories and bad reviews so I’ll continue and never mention again my life. So let’s go!
Cheapskates really turn on women’s cranks
That’s some self-confidence you have, buddy. One girl asks her for five dollars and this guy thinks he’s the next Hugh Hefner.
You have to admit this Rachel is very daring, asking for money to somebody she barely knows! If this didn’t have that Slenderman picture up there, one could think that she’s some kind of gold-digger.
Also that better be some sarcasm, author.
“I’m a stud muffin” “Me and Rachel get along so well” “We’re going to hang out tomorrow. Should be fun”
Maybe it’s because my mind goes to dirty conclusions at times, but this is looking like the protagonist is planning to have a bit too much fun with her.
Protagonist, control your hormones and keep that thing in your pants!
Thank you for the information. Keep padding this story’s length, please.
Connisuer? Don’t try to go all fancy on me if you can’t even write it correctly, author.
That sounds generic as fuck, so I have a lot of trouble picturing it. What do you have to say, Google?
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…yeah, not much of a help, Google.
As opposed to ninjas dodging cowboy sheriff stars?
In middle of school? Oh, you perverted dog.
…right, maybe I’m looking too much into this.
“Do you want to see my blurry photos of Bigfoot? You can see part of his back on this one. And Obama is actually an alien doppelganger. Obamacare is an effort to brainwash America. Wake up, people!”
Also I’m somewhat sure that Al-Qaeda does fit as ‘shady folk’, so moot point, author.
HEY MOM DO YOU THINK NOW IT’S OBVIOUS ENOUGH THAT THIS IS ABOUT SLENDERMAN HAUNTING RACHEL?
Teenage hormones, stop getting into the creepypasta
By now you should see it’s useless to ask this guy for money, Rachel. This guy is the kind that sleeps with his wallet in his pants and gives pet names to his coins.
Maybe she would stop if you gave her the damn cash, you big bozo.
I bet that after denying it you nonchalantly take out your huge wad of cash from your wallet and wave it on her face, for good measure. “You’re not having any of this, slut. Want to make out again?”
About time she said the S-word!
Rachel, you’re acting as if the protagonist is the only person with money in the world. Stop your tunnel vision and ask any of the other people around you. Without making out with them, if possible.
“And that creature from The Rake roams in my backyard while Jeff tries to make me sleep. I swear it’s all true, I sweeeeeeear!”
Whiny, whiny.
Oh God, my paranoia wasn’t wrong. This was all a big plan to get poor Rachel into the protagonist’s bed. I bet that ‘Tom’ disguised as Slenderman and started threatening Rachel, just to get some sex.
Run, Rachel!
No! I said run! And don’t look back
Damn it, she’s hopeless
This is starting to look more and more like she’s moving into his bedroom. The parents better not be okay with it
“Oh hey, Mom, Dad. She’s Rachel, my girlfriend. There’s a situation at her home, so she’s going to sleep in my bed for a while. Two high school students sharing a bed, hubba hubba!”
Ugh, keep the risqué details to yourself
KEEP THE DETAILS TO YOURSELF
Well, now I look like a hasty bastard. Can you blame me? :(
“-”Are you using protection?”- my father asked, his face mere inches from my face. He was listening to Michael Jackson’s Thriller, as well.”
…whaaaaaat?
Suddenly Slenderman comes and starts dancing.
It’s official, I’m baffled.
“…because Slenderman was one hell of a dancer! -“Wow, didn’t know you danced the Macarena so well!”-”
It took a supernatural encounter to make the protagonist give twenty measly dollars. The banks and the salesmen will have to summon demons to get him to pay stuff.
How much do I have to give you so you and your story disappear, author?
You know what would be a fun plan? To scam gullible Creepypasta readers by disguising as Slenderman. I’ll add it to my bucket list. Now if other pasta monsters required some money to go away…
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Eh, in all honesty, the story itself wasn’t completely terrible. In fact, leaving aside all the M-rated subtext and Slenderman randomly dancing, this could pass as a readable story.
Now I’ll go read something completely innocent and clean. The world knows I need it.