39(Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Slender Game/Nation, nor the Tokyo Ghoul franchise, I do NOT make money off publishing this story! I'm making this to provide entertainment to you, the reader)
Regular Speech - "How was your day today?"
Thoughts - What do you think Baaaakaaaa!
Serious Speech - "Boo!"
Serious Thought - I have more tentacles coming out of my back. Does that make me stronger, or weirder?
I can't believe no one has made the connection between Slender-man and Tokyo Ghoul Yet! You should be ashamed! ;)
I: The Arrival
Dressed in a Suit of Pitch Black
Complexion White as pure snow
Horrific and Demoniac
Will find you High And Low
No where to Run
No where to Hide
A Creature Of Idle Action
Yet filled with Want, Curiosity, and a Need for Satiation
A Satiation for what?
Boredom, A need for a change
A change to the constant rabbles of Life
A wish to explore the more enthralling
To not always know everything
A Need to be a part of something riveting
To liven up existence
The Black King, tired of his world, searches for new meaning among the vast expanse of the many dimensions
(Unknown Location - Forest)
(Night)
The moon...in all of its glory shown down through the holes of the tree branches to the sparse grassy floor.
Trees seemingly as tall as the clouds stretched far above into the voided sky, stars bright and prideful.
No sounds except the cold wind were heard, no animals, nothing noteworthy in sight.
There was not any sign of civilization for many, many miles, no artificial lights illuminated the horizon for one to see if one was lost.
A mist, a fog settled pleasantly across the meadows, rivers, bushes and trees.
If one was indeed lost, one would stay lost, forever.
Travelling deeper into the Forest, the fog thickens, trees become more numerous, and an eerie sense of danger instills itself within the atmosphere.
All is still...
The wind no longer singing
A silhouette appears throughout the inlay of fog, taller than the branches of the trees.
The world, quiet as if deaf focuses upon this entity that has long ago imprinted itself upon existence.
The figure, head dripped down to the ground, its faceless observation of another figure.
This one just as paralyzed, splayed on the grassy plains, a person, a man.
The Eyes cloudy and faded, the blood non-circulating, the skin pale and scratched, small amounts of blood streaming down from the cuts.
The unknown entity, still staring as if in contemplation of what it is looking at.
He had stalked this man from where his automobile had stopped its functioning while driving a dirt path, all the way to here, miles away from where he originally was. For the countless of victims he has taken from the grasp of life, these last few were becoming...worrying.
Not in the sense that they were getting increasingly harder.
No.
He could still effortlessly put them down at any point in time he wished, he just found it fun to let them flee and run as if they had control over the end of their lives.
And there-in lies the problem itself.
This...Is boring...
Throughout the Millennia on this earth alone, he has entertained himself in many, if not all ways possible.
The more fun ways of having fun, in his terms, are stalking his prey, mentally and psychically torturing them, before killing them in their fruitless venture to stop him.
He even set up a game of sorts for his victims.
It was irresistibly amazing how much joy it brought through the many years.
But that attraction of his has deteriorated into the bliss-less state.
I no longer find this worth my time...how sad.
He had such a good time, but...
This world...holds no more possibilities that I may explore myself. What a cruel fate, to know everything, to have done everything. Truly torture at its finest.
He specifically remembered the time where his infamous game began, where his fun began.
It was in the medieval times, a knight and noble, himself, to blend in, approached a child of poor birth, and promised wonderful gain on their part.
They followed me to the local forest, where I held the child, peacefully at ease and treating them with kindness, yet a true knight showed.
Their intent to harm me.
I was originally confused with my existence, before I began to learn of my apparent Immortality and being the possessor of existence myself.
I was a molder of reality.
So at the very beginning, I could have been considered peaceful and not in touch with the laws of human civilization as it grew and consumed the world in greed and hatred.
So as the knight continued their threats, I backed away with the child, the knight had believed me to be an evil entity.
A child kidnapper.
To me, it was laughable. To them, it was logical.
Their logic is skewered, no questions were asked of me, no true judgement was passed.
So as the human knight turned completely hostile, I defended myself and kept the child away, the boy shrinking back in fear.
I had no intent at that time to kill the knight, I was in my passive state at that time.
No damage had been done to me, for nothing could kill me.
Yet I feared for the child's life, and the constant monologue of the human gave way to concern, and it gave me the meaning of his hate.
I had found the treacherous fault I had made to his country and wished to repent.
Yet the knight gave no chance of being in a forgivable mood.
The only option, I found, was retreating deeper into the forest, and ultimately giving the boy back.
He had lied to his superiors of wounding me, and in turn, they awarded him.
The boy went back to being poor, and I sympathized
The connection the boy made being in my presence still stood strong, because I had made a wonderful impression, where he made to try to contact me while in the kingdom.
He had discovered that I could speak through a psychic link, to him.
And as he grew, we discussed at lengths of the state of the current world, the people, the hierarchy, the laws, everything.
I had changed through those years, now knowing the toxic, cancerous disease the human race leaves in its wake.
Though, few sparks of innocence wane in the disease, those few, I hold in high regard, and lift up while keeping a distance.
For I know that I scare people, innocent or not.
I traversed the land, searching for more meaning, only leading to more of the hate and more of the cancer.
As those years passed, a part of me clicked.
And I had become progressively more violent, of course, I still spared the innocent, and focused more on the evil parts of human society.
I would, one by one, remove the cancer.
So I asked myself, Why not have fun while doing so?
So...I made a game, the rules and factors changing over time, the players having no say in the word.
The players themselves ranged from both genders, age differentiation, and origins.
I had given myself the ability to see ones past and future actions, marking them as eventual stalk and kill targets.
I tracked countless of these "Players" through that ability, and I did so with this recent one.
I have saved many lives from worse fates, and killed those whom provide this rotten world with more rot. I may be able to destroy them all at once, but that would do no good, I cannot change the minds of the billions of the children that come after evil's death.
Humans are born stubborn after all
The disease had congregated with itself and deemed me a threat, labeling me dangerous and evil.
Dangerous, unfathomably. Evil, only if needed.
I am a creature that wishes for the best in everything.
I long ago understood that, sometimes, the only way to bring good in the world, is to be the world's enemy, so that they may all come together and try to defeat me.
Though it was only an option I had not yet taken.
And I would honestly not wish to be in the spot-light of the world. I would rather stay hidden.
Enough with this focus of thought, it tires me to remember the past, it only serves the purpose of increasing the want to be entertained.
Even though I consider myself an entity of positive want, I am now more of a creature whom strives for fun, as I said.
This world simply has nothing for me to do anymore, it is doomed to fall to death one day.
Looking up from the male corpse, and into the night sky.
If this world is no longer of any use to me, then I will find another...
The being vanished, no trace of disturbance, the corpse still fresh and cold, the forest still damp and foreboding.
.
.
.
As a being of limitless potential and abilities, travelling dimensions was not rare, it was just not needed as much.
So as The Pale One subverted himself to a dimension of different standing than the original, he would observe, limited observation of course.
He only wished to deem the dimension interesting enough to inhabit, if it was worth his time.
Many dimensions passed through his mind, looking through many at once.
Most of them were simple cases of if the world made different choices, most of them small and still cancerous.
Though, one seemed to point out, like a lone light in a cave of abnormality.
The other dimensions ceased his interest, focusing fully on this one.
Strange...
This was a Major change to the original world, more focused on the genetics of the human.
So, these...changes, have improved the making of a human...as well as giving birth to a new species.
He would not want to learn too much, just the basic roots of what made this world different, he would not learn names and specifics, that would ruin the fun.
He would not learn of any government, any laws, nothing.
He would only have his knowledge of good, bad, right, wrong.
He will lean on his intuition, and his abilities, of course, he will limit.
If this was as he thought, he wanted to be in the dark about this world, as unknowing as a babe.
.
.
.
A...babe, hmm?
He had began to think on the subject of the little ball of flesh that is the beginning of human life, and finally decided.
He had no bias against humans, it was simply the fact that the corruption far outweighed the pure.
If I am going to bring myself into being in this world, why do it artificially, when I can do it...naturally?
What he was thinking of, was being birthed into the world, so he may genuinely live a life like a denizen.
A life from child to adult...and every experience a human has in that time.
Now knowing the nature of his thought, he prepares himself.
This will be...new...how exciting.
He may have not have sounded so joyous, but it is only natural, he has no emotional responses, for he never learned nor have need of them.
He searched the world for the center of change, the place of his soon to be birth.
The more interesting it is, the more likely I will not grow deathly bored.
With a placid no-face expression, he scans across the globe, until setting eyes upon a city of massive proportions...
Tokyo?
He remembered the city and its many famous infrastructures, but many changes were present.
Many buildings had been shaped differently, there were more skyscrapers, he hoped that the city still lit up like a bonfire at night.
His will decided...
I will be birthed here...Yes...I feel many opportunities will arise at this place.
Willing himself into the physical world, letting fate randomly decide his maternal and paternal figures.
The plains of dimensions could rest easy now, knowing that the monster would not be travelling the realms for some time.
Being birthed like a human, this will be new...I wonder what my new origins will be? My Mother? My Father?
He was not revolted in any way knowing that he would be brought into the world through bloody means, he thought it as an invigorating new experience.
(Hospital - 20th Ward - Night)
It was a very dark and stormy night, clouds so dark they melted in with the sky.
There was no light from the moon, the stars, only the neon lit buildings gave a possibility of seeing the ground you walk.
Automobiles' horns wailing through the city, truly an unrestful night.
A building, long and large with many windows covered with many drops of rain, lightning mirroring off of them.
The Hospital, usually so peaceful, is known for its top of the line service to all patients.
But now...now it is anything but peaceful...a Major disturbance began to shake the foundations of the hospital.
Screams of Searing pain echoed through the halls and into the many other rooms, anyone outside could hear the screeching.
The lights were flickering, on, off, on, off. At a very fast pace.
Crows and Ravens of unnatural black vibrancy surrounded the hospital, flocking to one window, one side of the hospital, as if one part of the hospital were painted pure black.
The Shrieking continued, the halls flickering, double door room is opened, Nurses and Doctors surrounding the outside and looking through the observatory.
It was late, and no other patients were in need of medical attention, so all of them gathered to the source of disturbance.
The dreadful atmosphere began when the woman was brought to the bed, pale of stress and screaming to the heavens and the hospital personnel to make the pain stop.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the Doctor and the woman's birth canal.
So many things had happened as this woman arrived while striving to give birth that it alerted most if not all of everyone present within the building.
So with a practically empty hospital, this was the main attraction.
No man had come with her to ease her pain by lending a hand, she had drove herself, blood leaking onto the seat as she had arrived.
The heart monitor strapped to the woman was beeping at an impractical pace.
Then finally, something emerged from the woman's crevice, and the shrieks increased to impossible levels.
A deathly pale white head was revealed, covered with blood.
The doctor gently pulling the head by the sides with baby blue gloves.
Two nurses on both sides of the woman, gripping both hands, ensuring everything will soon be over.
The shoulders, the arms, the stomach, the pelvis, the legs, the feet, all snow-white contrast with the blood.
"I-It's a Boy!"
Everyone's eyes went wide in disbelief...A babe could not be so pale unless it's life was extinguished long ago.
Yet the X-rays had clearly outlined the body of the baby and it's movement.
The crows and ravens flapped their wings and cawed, flying away and into the far distance, the lightning fiercely struck the air once more, then faded back into the clouds.
The lights became still and continuous once more.
Labored breath filled the room
No signature second high-pitched scream was present as the doctor cleaned the blood from the child's face.
Concern painted over the faces of all present.
The doctor slapped the babe's bum, no wail of pain.
It was frighteningly irregular, the main doctor, with trepidation, used a stethoscope from one of the rolling drawers to check the baby's vitals, the doctor sighing in relief.
"A-Alive! He-He's Alive!"
As the last of the blood was cleared, and a thorough check of the baby's limbs, breath, and heartbeat, the baby was given a few shots to protect it from early disease and sickness.
Wrapping the babe in soft cloth, it was, with gentle precaution, passed to the mother.
The night had receded back into its regular state, the baby being cradled and cooed by his mother.
No sound escaped the child, the mother was worried, she knew this was wrong, but he was alive, and that was what counted to her.
Soft White lips parted as the mother could now visibly see her baby breathing.
"M-M-My...My baby boy..." she shallowly breathed out, with extreme stress in her voice. Closing her eyes.
Both Child and Mother lay there in silence, the mother still breathing raggedly.
Eyes closed but not dead, the child's eyes swerves below the eyelids, secretly looking upon the many faces present before looking to his apparent mother.
The entire process was not as disgusting as he had originally thought.
As he had thought to himself, he lacked emotion to be disgusted by such trivial things.
Though, he was thinking upon many things at the moment.
Everything from here on out will be new, everything he has asked for, a cure to his boredom will be provided.
Birth...This is birth...This is what humans experience when being given life. Yes...A good start to this world.
What will my name be?
What will I look like?
What will my growth experience contain for me?
What will I learn of this new world?
He had so many things he wished to have done.
He is patient, and loves to see things unfold in the end.
This will be...
Most Enjoyable
[Author's Note - If you have any questions or if you want to see something changed or see something specific, then please PM me ;)]