Happy Halloween, VDR!

[vocalonightmare]

[You suddenly find yourself walking in the woods.
There's no one around,
And your phone is dead.
Out of the corner of your eye you spot him...
It's Slenderman.

Or, Nightmare temporarily turned into Slenderman for the upcoming holiday. Either way, you're stuck here until you find all eight pages hidden in the woods. Whatever weapons you may normally carry are mysteriously missing and all you've got is a flashlight. But since this game is multiplayer for a change, you may ask others for help in finding the pages; or even combine your over all number of pages!

But will you really be sent home if you find all the pages before the faceless fiend finds you?
Who knows...

All I can say is, good luck and Godspeed.]


((OOC: Night/Slender shall be thread-jumping into your threads to scare the pee out of your muses at random times. If you'd like to include extra sightings of him, however, go right ahead. |D))

Comments

[altereaped]

[You mean like Candle Jack?]

No. Should I have?


[Just a little more worried.]

[controllen]

It's a stupid internet meme. Must be real for today...

I shouldn't talk about him. The more you know, the more he'll be able to track us. Just know that there's something out there that's chasing us, and if this is anything like that game...

[...Then they're screwed, unless pages are involved too.]

[altereaped]

[Internet me--]

Th...this is from a game?


[And given the surroundings and circumstances and information that means it'd be survival horror and sfystfsss FUUUUUUU--]

[controllen]

Yep. Slender: The Eight Pages.

If this is like the game, we're going to have to collect eight pages before that freak stops chasing us.

[Aren't you lucky to have a gamer around to help you?]

[altereaped]

[oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man]

So-- so where do we find 'em? [He shudders visibly, despite himself. Yes he is glad to have someone around with knowledge of this bizarreness - it beats flailing around in the dark by himself and getting caught by something.]

[In horror games, bad things happen when things catch you. Nightmare fuel happens. Do not want, thank you and please.]

[controllen]

Well, if this is like the game, they'll be on obvious landmarks... trees that are larger than the others, old trucks...

B-Bathrooms he could corner us in...

[Wait until you see what happens when Slender catches you. NOPE NOPE NOPE.]

Apparently DW's borking again. I only just got this notif a few minutes ago.

[altereaped]

Let's stay out of small enclosed spaces if we can help it [he says, too quickly].

But I'm fine with the rest. It should be easy enough if we're fast enough, right?

No worries!

[controllen]

Of course! [He agrees, too easily.]

Yeah, we just have to keep ahead of him no matter what. Don't turn around if you hear him, alright?

Thanks. =D

[altereaped]

Right, right. Can we fight him?

[Or, if this is truly an imitation of the game...is encountering him an instant bad end, no matter what?]

[controllen]

...Unfortunately not. Just run and don't look at him.

[It's not an instant bad end, so long as you turn around in time.]

[altereaped]

[So we have something like a Wallmaster thing happening here. Just great.]

...That's what I thought.

[controllen]

I swear, we'll make it through this. Let's just go.

[Heading through the woods now, flashlight swinging around.]

I'm morbidly curious about Slenderman Bad End now, but I want to avoid nightmares. Decisions.

[altereaped]

[He very thoroughly does not want to imagine not making it through this.]

[Following the other Len's lead, keeping his eyes open for threats. Or pages, that's what he should be looking for. Trees that are larger than the others...can you really tell, at night? A robot could, in theory, but maybe their current game environment accounts for that.]

[He doesn't have a proper scared icon, so you get this.]

Ffffffft don't look at me I'm the idiot playing horror games before bed

[controllen]

[Oh so forward, Len-kun

There should be one over there.

You're not alone in that. ='D Watching death montages can mess with you too.

[altereaped]

[NO NO NO I DON'T SWING THAT WAY FOR REAL, NEVER MIND WHAT HAPPENED ON VALENTINE'S DAY THAT WAS THE WORLD'S FAULT]


Over there? [Len whispers, indicating an old beat-up red truck with stripped wheels that looks like it came out of the forties.] Do we check inside?

Oh good I'm not the only moron

[controllen]

[YEAH YOU JUST KEEP UP THAT SUSPICIOUSLY SPECIFIC DENIAL]

Yeah, but it should be on the back of it. Let's go!

[altereaped]

[I DENY ONLY WHAT DIDN'T HAPPEN]

Why...?


[He wanted to know why the back specifically, but he'll probably find that out more quickly by complying and taking a look.]

[Following Receiver around to the stripped truck's rear, though he won't be a hurry to climb inside any part of it. Just gonna stay back and observe, thanks. And scan for threats. Yeah.]

[controllen]

[OH IT HAPPENED IN THE EYES OF THE SHIPPERS

Receiver spots the page he's looking for, taped to the back of the truck, near where the license plate would be. He grabs it before Len can get a look...

AND OH SHIT WHAT'S THAT BOOMING NOISE]

Just perfect...

[vocalonightmare]

[StArT RuNnInG, bOyS]

NaNoWriMo can be painful. ='D Sorry for the wait, mates.

[altereaped]

[IF WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT EVEN HAS SHIPPERS THE INTERNET IS A VERY WRONG PLACE]

[booming noise what]

[Len whips about at once, his immediate instinct to brace himself for a fight, except he remembers Receiver's explanation about how Slenderman can't be fought. ...oh gods is that noise him. are they in trouble.]

[It's a moment before he can respond, and then it's a simplistic one.]

Wh-what-- what is that?