“Raspy Hill…?” I gulped and quivered in fear.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of it before.” He looked down at my computer. Wait was he spying on me?
“Yes.” He answers my question.
‘Oh great, he can…’ “Hear everything you think? Great ain’t it?” He tells me happily, squeezing my hand. “I also know you like me… well… no… Jack or “Sean” as he would like to be called.” He mimicked Jack and put quotations when saying his real name. He then looks at me kind of evilly.
“So about Raspy Hill…”
“Why must I go?”
“To see the king of course.”
“Or we can…” He then grips me closer to him, causing my whole face to go red.
“Ok, ok. Raspy Hill it is then.” I quickly said, causing him to let out a laugh.
“You’re so adorable.” He grips my chin. We then began melting into the green goo I saw earlier, which in my case of what I’ve come to know of Jack the term for this goo would be ‘Septic goo’. It was a weird sensation turning into goo… but hey! Were made up of about 80% of water… THANKS INTERNET/SCIENCE!
I could hardly see where we were going but, the Jack imposter knew exactly where he was going…
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Eventually we stopped and ended up a long way from what seemed like a castle of some sort. “I’ll meet you at the castle!” the Jack imposter runs off ahead and turns into his septic goo; before I could yell in protest, he was long gone. ‘Guess I best be walking.’ I thought to myself before taking in my surroundings. I then looked around, the trees look decayed… The whole scenery looked like it came out of ‘Slender man’.
I traveled forward, following the path that would surely lead me to the castle. Or somewhere for the matter… I think someone… no, I was sure someone was watching me. It felt like millions of eyes were on me…
Suddenly I hear the grunting of a man beating a dog into a bloody pulp; I’m sure he killed it. I heard him say “I told you, Wilford Warfstache don’t take no shit from NOBODY.”
‘Wait, wait, wait… is that really… no, it cant be’ I went towards the man wearing a pale yellow shirt with grey suspenders that attached his beige colored khaki pants; hopefully he’s wearing a pink mustache…
“Psst! Warfstache!” I called out to him. He turns around to face me and shoots a bullet from his golden pistol; luckily I knew he would do that, so of course, I dodged. “It was an accident I swear!” He told me, holding his gun on his index finger like a pansy.
“Of course you didn’t.” I scoffed at him while rolling my eyes. “Hey! As you may know I am…” “Wilford Warfstache and you don’t take no shit from nobody. Yeah, yeah, I know.” I interrupted his speech and mocked his pansy self while doing it. He seemed like he was going to rebuttal back, but he stopped in midsentence. “I!... you’re alright kid, say where are you running off to anyways?” He asks while putting his pistol away back into his pockets. “The castle.” “Why yes, “the castle”. He was mimicking me. “ Let’s go shall we?” He then takes out his hand for me to place mine in. We then proceeded onwards.
He talked to me about the dangers lurking in these woods; most of them I was already aware of: Mannequins, animatronics, crazed butt stabbers, and of course Slenderman.
Warfstache told me he was in these woods to get some “Juicy scoops” on the Slenderman. He showed me some of Slenderman’s “diary entries” as he would like to call them; he told me it contained Slender’s confession of love for Markiplier, and it did. Warfstache has also told me that Slenderman was a child molester, and not only that but he does heroine.
We’ve gotten to get to know each other a lot more while walking around these dark woods. Warfstache looked up to Mark and seemed like a total fan boy; of course he would, Mark made him up and he IS one of Mark’s alter egos after all. I’ve grown very fond of him and I could tell he was fond of me too.
After walking long distances for what seemed like hours, collecting most of Slenderman’s diary entries; we’ve stumbled onto the eight page. ‘Finally!’
After grabbing the final page we turned around to see Slender and all his companions he’s made in these woods. Warfstache gets in front of me and guards me. “Run.” He commands. “but…” before I could protest any further he kisses me and then shoves me back to run. “You’re the best gal I’ve ever met… I love you…” he said this as his back faced me. I could see tears dripping from his face onto the ground.
“Warfstache…” He then turns back at me sadly, he’s telling me to run from this hell hole. “One day… I hope we can meet again…” He pulls out his gun and runs into the heaping pile of monstrosity that lied ahead of him. “NOBODY FUCKS WITH WARFSTACHE!!!” He was gone in a flash.