#raid arc

[ignitification]

I think people *cough hero stans *cough forget Hawks was trained by the HPSC themselves. No matter the situation, would he not have been trained by the professionals to save lives in any situation (excluding the spy stuff and the ok on killing for the LOV.) I also remember someone bringing up at one point how when E and Hawks were walking together before the Nomi attack, remember that guy who wanted to destroy his old workplace? Hawks took him down in an instant alive, why was this boy the same for Twice? Twice’s death saddens me since HK clearly painted Hawks in a negative light with the shadows and creepy eyes potraying what he was doing was wrong, but people seem to misinterpret it. I get people have their own opinions, but don’t change the intended narrative of what was shown...

Hey, I think that everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It goes without saying that this is worth for me, you and anyone on this planet. Is it really okay to have different opinions, but you are right when you say that (in my opinion) they are misinterpreting the situation. Actually, a comment on the post pointed out how this 'misinterpretation' might just be the collective and very wanted application of a bias into the meaning of the story. Which means that this view might be caused by the incapability to actually put themselves into the perspective of the victim, and able to analyse anything to which they might not relate to. Unfortunately, it is the case for a lot of people, who cannot relate to abuse victims, and instead think that the authoritarian regime in which (we as well) is lived in is completely normal, and that a status quo should be maintained because for them it's comfortable like this too. But here I digress on a speculation of real society, which has little to do with the general theme.

Definitely the fact that Hawks has been groomed to be a hero by the Commission to atone for his father's sins has a direct relevance onto his behaviour as an adult. He is as well conscious of that, and in my opinion, it also makes Hawks more humane. He feels like a bird in a cage, but does not allow himself to feel like a victim. And this is why he is able to do what he thinks he has to do to Twice. This though, does not change the narrative of the Raid Arc, nor does it change the fact that Twice's actions, while the same of a common villain, have been justified by the inherent nature of the victim of the crime. It's not like everyone is saying that it is okay to murder for Hawks. No. The states thing is that Twice has deserved to be killed by Hawks, which he had been justified in doing, because Twice was a villain. There is no difference, in Hawks' (and heroes' stans) eyes to who the villain is, and why they did what they did. If they need to be eliminated for a greater cause, Hawks is willing to blood his hands - because he has been taught that it is okay for him to do so (despite being a hero) and unfortunately, and because there was no one to testify against him, Twice fits those criteria. Other than to show the panels of how the story went however and try to reason, I cannot do much else and since everyone is entitled to their opinion, well, that's how it goes.

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This last Arc really was like, 'fuck Aizawa', huh?

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also i really need some fatfam in my life so maybe something cute like the fatfam (kiri, tama, and fatgum) talking about the raid and getting all emotional and shiz and like group hug?

Can we just talk about how much l o v e fat has for his boys???? he’s best dad

Fatgum remembers the relief he’d felt when he was finally reunited with Tamaki. It was scary to leave him alone, but he knew that Tamaki could do it. And he did! He did so well. And Eijirou did good too. So good! He’s glad that they weren’t hurt as bad as they could have been, but still– seeing them hurting hurts him just as much. 

Fatgum gives them both a month off to relax and get back to normal, but they show up a week later. Tamaki looks exhausted, like he hasn’t slept in that entire week, and Eijirou with a grimace and a look that says “put me back in, coach.” He almost contemplates sending them back at the door, but instead he just pulls them into his office. 

Of all the pro heros he knows, Fatgum likes to consider himself the most lax; his office has a couch and arm chairs instead of a desk, and he keeps a fully loaded fridge in his closet. With a sigh, Fat sits the boys down on the couch and sits in one of the chairs across from it. 

“I figured I’d see ya boys before the month was up, I jus’ didn’t expect ya so soon.” 

“I need to keep busy.” Eijirou says, at the same time Tamaki whispers a quiet “I just want to go back to normal.” 

Fat smiles at them. He’s known Tamaki for two years, and it’s nice to hear him voicing his own wants instead of staying silent, even under the circumstances. Eijirou…even if it was just for a short while, he feels they’ve gotten to know each other well. 

“I know, boys. I ain’t givin’ ya a break for my own entertainment, y’know. Ya need it ta heal.” 

“B- But… Recovery Girl did just fine healing us, sir…” 

“Ya did your healin’ on the outside, Kirishima, but I mean on the inside. I know ya feel like you coulda done better, fought harder, prevented lotsa hurt, but yer just kids. Have some candy.” He tosses a bag of gummy bears at each of them, seeing the way both of their eyes shine at his words. 

“I-- I...” 

Tamaki looks down at the bag I his hands, but Fat can see the tears rolling off his face into his lap. “I don’t think either of us have been called that in a long time...Thank you, Fatgum.” 

Fat smiles, coming over and squishing between the two teens. “One thing the hero course does is age ya a bit. But you two aren’t even eighteen yet, and ya need to be treated like the kids ya are sometimes; so how about we give it a little more time before we throw ya back into hero work, okay? I don’t know if I could live with myself if either of ya got hurt again right now.” 

It’s Fatgum’s turn to tear up, and he does his best to hide it but he doesn’t have to. Tamaki and Eijirou both fling themselves at him, hugging him tight. He hugs back just as tight, trying to stop their shaking. 

When someone comes to get Fat for patrol later, he’s fast asleep on the couch with Tamaki and Eiijirou asleep on his lap, eyes puffy and red, but a smile on his face. 

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And now existential crisis mode hath been activated on ticci

The memories of the car crash were the worst that happened to him. It was when he lost everything, and everyone to him. He could feel the car flipping ass of tea kettle, he shielding himself and bracing for impact. Toby doesn’t know whe he ended up being the one to survive, but he did. And honestly, he hated every minute of his now continued life.

He sat outside in the middle of the woods, somewhere in North Dakota hidden amongst the mountains. It was cool up here despite it being the middle of summer. Cool and cold air kept his head clear, but it reminded him how dead he felt on the inside. Yeah, he was a happy go lucky kinda guy, always playing pranks and trying to have fun. But as edgy as he hated to admit it, he always felt numb on the inside. Like the real kind of numb, as if nothing mattered. It really sucked, but since that accident and everything that happened to him he couldn’t feel anymore.

Ben did try to help him sometimes when it came to feeling like this. He understood the best, and it is why they tended to team up a lot when it came to messing with people. Despite both of them being somewhat numb on the inside, they both knew they enjoyed messing with others. It was something else, being able to feel things at a much lower value. 

Toby looked around him, seeing the faint lights trickle though the trees. His goggles were not over his eyes, allowing him to see everything in full color. No filter. The sounds of birds singing, snakes and other smaller ground creatures skittering everywhere around him. They avoided him because he was bigger and more dangerous. Similar to how he should avoid his boss, but he couldn’t. Trying to push that out of his mind, he stood up in a jolt and started to walk. He kept walking and walking. He wasn’t getting tired. Toby didn’t get tired, at least not easily anyways. He had the most endurance out of the group of three he is paired up with. 

*‘It is useless. You are useless. This is not who you are and it is all worthless.’* his voice rang in his head. He shook his head, trying to get this out of his mind. He hated it, he didn’t like this. Dread washed over him in waves, each one stronger than the last. His breaths came faster as his mouth dried out faster than lightening can flash. 

Toby stopped walking, his legs feeling heavy that he couldn’t walk anymore. His legs were pins and needles, and his body could not decide what tempature it wanted to be. One moment he coughed out, unable to catch his breath because the moisture was to much. The air was thick, heavy, as if its water weighing him down not allowing him to breath. Sweat covered his brow, and he felt it run down his back pooling into his shoes. The next second he was cold, his chest and wind pipe closing up on him drying out. Everything shook more than normal with his condition, it was for real shivers and shakes. As if he was sick. But Toby never got sick, he knew he could never get sick again. His boss make sure ofthat. Then why was he dizzy, cold, getting chills running down his spine and back up. He felt sick. Toby dropped to his knees, hands clutching his stomach. Everything that was inside of him came out, but it’s all still in knots.

When everything passed, Toby looked up and around at the world around him. Steam came from his pile, but he didn’t feel like it was his. No, of course it couldn’t be his. He wasn’t here right now. These feelings were not his, they were someone elses. Toby had no feelings, he kept them down if he did. Why have any, they only held a person back.

Well the world decided to throw him a curve ball. 

“Of-f course those aren’t mine. I am fine, nothing is w-wrong.” he said outloud, to no one. Then why was it he was heating up again? This heat was different than what he experienced earlier. Much hotter, and coming from the inside too. Tears welled up into his eyes, but he couldn’t feel them. He didn’t want to feel them. They were not his, they had to be someone elses. 

Images flashed in front of his eyes. Red. The color red. Scarlet, on a solid ground. Fire, there was some fire too. And cold, dead eyes. They looked at him. Steam, there was also steam. At least he thought it was steam. Had to be, what else was warm enough on that cold night to cause steam? 

That was when everything shifted in front of him. No longer was he in the forest trying to calm himself down. No. He was outside, looking in on a car wreck. He could see things from a different view. No, there was nothing he could have done. There was no saving her. Her neck was snapped, impaling, burned, and bleeding out. 

Toby only stood there and watched the scene in front of him, arms down by his sides dangling like limp noodles. His head tilted to the side, seeing the imagery in front of him unable to do anything about it. It made him feel numb, but almost like a simmering pot of water it came into a full roaring boil. He wanted to be numb, he wanted to be cold, but he couldn’t. Not when it came to his sister, and this specific incident. 

He blinked a few times, thinking that it would get rid of the scene in front of him. Once, twice, three times he blinked hard to wake up. And wake up he did. But he wasn’t in the woods where he was before either. Toby was in a bed, looking up at the support beams of the mansion. He recognized where he is. He was in the med bay, the room with the only other direct connection to EJ’s room.

He looked back and fourth, the light almost being to much for his eyes. There was a lot, and he didn’t care for it. His head pounded in his temples, almost like someone took a hammer to his head directly. Wouldn’t have been the first time, and the repercussions were never fun or good in any regard. Yet his willpower couldn’t keep him awake. And so everything faded to black, but this time it was dreamless.

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“Enraged” as a prompt word?

This was bad, this was very, very bad. Things were not supposed to end up like this. Tonight was a night meant to be for fun and scaring the shit out of people. Not actually having people die, or be close to that. The forest was on fire, and everything looked like a literal hell. Ben liked fire more than water at least. It didn’t make him glitch out, but it sure as hell still scared him. Then he remembered he can become a ghost and glide through it. Or so he thought. This fire even burned him as a spirit, which made things more complicated.

That was when something weird happened to him. Ben while flying around looking for someone to help when he solidified against his will. Then he started to run. Not good, not good one bit. If someone forced that, then they were one of three things. They were either powerful, another ghost, or some sort of spiritualist. Ben looked around, anywhere in the darkness that could be the person or thing that gave him a form. A form against his will.

What looked back at him had red eyes and a dark, shadowy silhouette. Standing a hair shorter than six feet tall, his person mimicked Ben almost perfect. But it was all dark. Ash gray skin, red eyes, black tunic, and solid white hair. His mouth cocked to the side with a smirk crossing it, cocky as can be. He walked confidently, a sword in his left hand and shield in his right. The fire that blazed around him didn’t seem to bug him.

“Well, looks like you’re in for something. Aren’t you?” Dark Link mocks, pushing the sword into the ground. “So what is it? Getting your game back, pretending to be included, or sick and tired of being alone all the damn time?”

Ben’s eyes widened with surprise, then narrowed with aggravation.

“Yeah it’s to get my game back. What of it?” he responded, not in the mood to try and clap back. “Why? Because that is where you’re stuck?” Dark responded, taking a step closer to Ben. Ben took a step back in response, not wanting to be close to the guy.

“Oh I can go into detail about it, but…oh, I’m sorry. I forgot that if I talk to fast that a brute like you won’t understand.” Ben knew he was outmatched in a one vs one fight against him. This was the one time he wished he kept his mouth shut.

Dark looked at him and gave an obnoxious laugh to the poltergeist in question. Then it switched to pure rage, his red eyes flaring up with fire as he screamed out. The hook shot came out of nowhere from him and shot out at Ben. He had to react, and the only thing he could do was transform into his statue self. The hook shot brought Dark Link towards Ben, but he was unable to do anything. No cutting into him, no nothing. This gave Ben some time to plan. He already had one, but now it was a matter of putting it all together all dandy. Making it to where Dark didn't expect what is going to happen. After a minute Dark blinks and the statue was twenty feet away from him. Another chuckle came out of Dark as he leaned on his back foot watching the statue. He blinks again, it moved again. A few more times, a few more times.

The last time he blinked the statue was no longer a statue, but Ben running away. He wasn’t fast, not by a long shot. It was pathetic. It looked like a person trying to run away with flippers on their feet. Ben was never a physical person, never was, and never can be in the future thanks to being a spirit. Dark Link watched him run and decided to make a game out of this. They both were game types, so he figured it would be fitting for him to die while playing one.

Dark let go of the tether he held on Ben, keeping him solid. They were one of the same thread, and he was a more powerful spirit. Ben felt this tether leave and immediately went into his spirit form flying much faster than he could run. He turned around looking back at Dark Link.

“What’s the matter, can’t catch what you can’t see?!” he taunts, giving him the finger while pulling down an eye socket.

“And who is the one running away?” Dark responded with a slow, bored expression.

“We both know brains beats brawn you dumb ass. At least I’m not a copy of someone in a game as a miniboss. I am original!”

That seemed to have hit a nerve with Dark, and he started to rush after Ben while screaming. Didn’t even bother with the shield, he was running after him with both hands on Master Sword. Those red eyes were deeper red, and it seemed as if energy was rushing out of them. Good, that pissed him off enough to not have any defenses up.

Ben took off again, flying away and swerving through trees despite not having to. Sometimes he will turn solid to try and knock a tree into Dark Link, who dodged it effortlessly every time. There were a few close calls where that blade slid by Ben’s face only missing by an inch. He teleported away at those moments and kept running. Ben was huffing and puffing, despite not being able to breathe, by the time he got back to the mansion.

“Come on bitch! See if you can beat me on my home turf!” he taunted. Dark came out of fiery woods in time to see Ben make an obscene hand gesture as he vanished into the house.

Dark Link was smart, but he was so enraged he didn’t even care. This little shit kept taunting him, calling out and evading him by such a minute amount. He couldn’t get this, he needed to win this game of cat and mouse. Dark bursts into the mansion already heading up the stairs before he even saw Ben, knowing that he would run up here. He dodged through a lot of the things being thrown at him and everything falling around him. Ben saw him catching up, almost within the length of that sword. He pushed himself through a door, forcing him to follow.

Ben was in a physical form, wearing black sunglasses and a joint hanging out his mouth. As Dark Link ran towards him, he gave him finger guns with a worried but cocky smile.

“This is gonna hurt.” was the last words And EMP was set off in the room with the two computer programs inside of the harsh blast. Both started to scream, glitch, and jump around the room. Neither of them could get away from it. Their energy drained trying to correct was wrong. After five minutes of glitching, both poofed, back to their object of haunt. Ben's went to his computer, thankful it's close so he didn't have to head back to his game. For now anyways.

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I have a prompt! Can it be slyness?

Puppet didn’t know what to expect when he came back from the hunt he was on. The person that he had been working on for two whole weeks finally took their life and gave him the energy he needed. They didn’t do it the way he was expecting, getting shoved over the bridge rather than jumping by some strange woman. Yet a kill is a kill, and if he got his energy he didn’t care how it happened.

What he didn’t expect was to walk into the Domain seeing everything on fire, and everyone fighting. Figuring that he had no choice but to get in on this, he decided to reach out and pull on a thread. The thread he pulled on was blue, dark, and strong. Looking at it, it seemed thick and robust too. Seemed like this person has a very strong will. Good. Time to see if Puppet could break it.

Following the string, he ended up finding a woman who appeared to be different. She had a purple sweater with a black skirt, a red bow, black and red striped socks, and converse for shoes. She has a pink piece of hair that has a color different than the rest. Her skin was as white and leather-like as Jeff’s, as disgusting as that may be, with similar slash marks on her cheeks. Not as long or wide as his, but they’re fresh and dripped blood down her neck.

‘This girl looked like she was a ripoff of Jeff. How many of them are there?’ Puppet thinks, continuing to get closer to the girl. Because he was invisible to the naked eye, he could do whatever he pleased with her. Even play a few games with her head, to get an idea of what the fuck is going on around here. So he did that, peeking into her surface thoughts for now.

‘He has got to be around here somewhere! Where is my love, the love of my life!?’ Her thoughts were frantic and garbled up. Her head had five different minds, each one saying a different thought about the same subject. It gave Puppet a headache from that one bit. But he had to go back in, to try and get more information about the situation at hand. This was going to be a tough one. Puppet then dives into her head, following her and keeping concentration to read her mind further. He could only get surface thoughts when he wasn’t at full power, but when he puts effort into things he can go further. He was a spirit, magic was his thing. It was his being. And he knew how to do it, even if it was minor.

‘Zelgo said he would be here, with the Slenderman. Jeff must be here, he must! Zelgo wouldn’t lie like that. He needs me to distract him so they could take out the others holding my love captive!' That was all Puppet could take from this crazy, frantic, fantasized fangirl of Jeff. If puking was an option, his stomach would already have flipped inside out on the ground.

So Zelgo broke the treaty, which meant war was waging between the two groups of supernaturals. Fantastic, that meant he had to work more. That also meant he had to get his proxies working. Even more fantastic. He hated this and didn’t want any part in it. But since Slender has shit on him, he had no other fucking choice. So now he had to deal with this crazy girl and get her out of here. He was going to have some fun with it if he had to do this.

Off in the distance, Nina can see something. A man, roughly 6 feet tall, in a white hoodie stained with blood, black ripped jeans, messy, unkempt, oil black hair with bleached white skin. Seeing this, she bolts towards the figure at full speed, eyes wide with excitement.

“My love! My prince! I am over here! I am here to help you get out of here! Get out of his grasp!” she screeches, calling out to the figure. Puppet is chuckling to himself, dragging himself along as she chases after this figure. It wasn’t getting any closer, it stayed a good distance away from her. It always will until he wills for it to be closer. A fun game that he played, and he could play it all night. A fresh kill, overflowing with energy, he had time. Puppet controlled the figure in the distance, having it see her turn and start jogging towards her. She only picked up the speed, holding her arms to him as she squealed loud enough to rupture eardrums. She didn’t seem to notice as he drew a knife, appearing to get in a defensive stance as she rushed him. In the final few steps, she jumped towards him, going to tackle him to the ground to shower him in kisses. Instead, he dodged to the side, cutting her face with a small tick to prove a point of if she tried that again.

“Who the fuck are you, and why the fuck are you here?” Puppet makes the illusion ask, himself talking and acting the part unseen. It actually nicked her on the cheek. It didn’t appear to bother her because she got up to try and hug him again. He couldn’t help but laugh, making the illusion stab her in the back forcing her to let go. She howled in pain letting go, screaming how bad it hurt and why would he do that.

“I won’t ask a-fucking-gain, who the fuck are you, and why the fuck are you here?!” The illusion screams at the top of its ‘lungs’ at her. Nina looks to him, tears welling up in her eyes; both from the pain and from him screaming at her. Why was he screaming? She did everything for him. But this was her chance to get her love, and she couldn’t lose it now!

“I’m only your biggest fan in the whole wide world! I’m Nina the Killer, and I only want you to be free of the Slenderman’s control. I even teamed up with Zalgo to break you free!“

“Zalgo. You teamed up, with fucking Zalgo! What the fuck is he planning?” Jeff screamed, losing his temper a bit. Made Puppet happy he sneaks into so many plays, it was easy to mimic the idiot's speech patterns.

“My love, he is the only one who could help me find you! I’ve been looking forever! I don’t know what he wants with this place, but it doesn’t matter. I have you now, and we can run away. Far away from these idiots, and be the best power killer couple ever!” The look in her eyes showed that she believed in what she said. Puppet could see this and knew it could be used to push for more information.

“Who’s all with Zalgo? You couldn’t have come along with him and cause all this.”

Nina looked confused, but responded with, “There is this one guy, really tall and dark. Has two different colored eyes, and can control some shadow like being. Really strong, and rages easily too. Then there is another guy with amber eyes, red hair, and loves toys. Third guy is Zelda, but dark. Dark Zelda or something like that. One guy who wears a mask that looks like a Skull, another who doesn’t and is skittish as all fuck. They seem to team up a lot with one another, despite how much they bicker. A weird looking nurse who loves chainsaws and looks like a weird BDSM failure. Then there is me and Jace.”

Puppet took note of all these descriptions, keeping them in his head and even puts a string around his finger to remember them. One string for each person. Now he needed to take care of the girl.

Then he gets an idea. This girl is a direct connect to Zalgo, someone in his gang. Someone they could get information from. And if she dies in the process, oh well it does nothing for them. Puppet then decided to go along with this even more, not much longer. Slender would love him for the idea and thinking ahead.

“So you love me and want to do everything you can for me, right?” Jeff asks with Pupping grinning in the shadows.

“Yes! Yes, my love! Anything!” she squeals. “Then I want you to go back to that fucker, and get as close as you can with him and his fuckin’ goons. And only when I contact you, I want you to feed me updates of what’s goin’ on with them. Got it?” Nina looks at him, studying him, but her eyes light up in anything to help him. Anything at all!

“I can do that! Anything for you Jeff! How will I know it’s you?”

“Oh, you’ll know. Now get the fuck out of my sight and head back to that chaotic demon fucker. Tell him you couldn’t find anyone, and lie your way around of surviving.”

“Okay, can do!” With that, Nina turned around and took off, back into the woods in some random direction. Every so often she would turn around to look back at Jeff, and Puppet kept him there wondering away until he was out of sight. Then he vanished. And Puppet continued back to the mansion, happy to inform the rest of what he figured out and what he set up.

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I do! I just havent done this before and dont really know how so like for the prompt can it be Burn?

Fire, there was a lot of fire everywhere. Burning, eating everything that came around it. It was alive, living, breathing, consuming everything. It was beautiful, but also disheartening. The Laughing Jack was on top of the roof of the mansion when the raid started and figured he should help everyone out. Can’t let them have all the fun, now can we?

He stood up and stretched out, arms longer than what a person of his size should be. Each finder tipped with a claw at the end of it. Ready for slicing and dicing, gutting and goring. He may actually get to have fun tonight, the way he wants to. Not the way Slender’s tells everybody they have to have fun. LJ took a step off of the roof of the mansion and fell to the bottom, landing on his feet. No cracks or movement, no breaking of bones. The angelic construct defied logic and defied it well. Screams of terror and fear echoed the forest Domain, music to the clown’s ears.

“Now to find someone who is worthy of my attention!” he shouts, no one close enough to listen. Expanding his mind to the Domain, he felt many foreign presences around him. Most are human, a few demons or others, but one, in particular, stood out among the rest.  He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was neither human, demon, or angel-like being. It felt like how Slender does to LJ. That was what he was going to have fun with. 

“What do we have here…?” he mused in a singsong manner. LJ took a pin out of nowhere and stuck it in the air, leaving it there to guide him towards this person. It was his own weird method of GPS.  

It guided him far away from the mansion itself, to the edge of the woods away from where Slender was. He ran and ran, not getting tired of being scared of the fire he jumped through. There was nothing for him to fear. At least, not yet. As he got closer and closer he heard explosions. Laughing and more explosions. A grin crossed the monochrome clown’s face, sharp teeth exposing themselves. Whoever was causing all this was going to be a fun fight. Or so he hoped. 

The pin dropped when LJ got to his destination, vanishing into dust as it hit the ground. He watched as this tall man was sending out what looked like an army of toys into the woods. People were being dragged back to him, only for him to shove something down their throat. Then not long after either, they exploded, foamed at the mouth, or other things that caused their death. The man was still shorter than LJ but had red burgundy hair and honey colored eyes. He wore a vest that LJ seemed to know from somewhere, but that was from a long time ago. Same with the pants. His eyes had markings below them. Not tears, but not anything in specific. Looks like the bottom half of a star to LJ.

“Well well well. Look at what we have here.” LJ calls, stumbling on it. There was a manic grin on his face as he screamed, “You look like you’re going to be fun!” Not even bothering with formalities, he attacks the man. He stretched out his arms, like coils of rope ever extending to the guy. The man looked over to the cry out and jumps back. A wooden sword appeared out of nowhere into his hands as he cut at the clown’s arms. Despite being wooden the blade was sharp and cut off LJ’s arms with ease onto the ground. The hand wiggled and writhed like a lizard’s detached tail until it became lifeless. The arms, yet, kept coming after the man. The claws at the end only grew back to replace what has been chopped off. This happened for a couple hundred feet before LJ started to get bored. When he did, a new claw didn’t reform at the end of his arm. Instead, he popped out at the end and grabbed onto the man.

“Gotcha!” he yelled, wrapping his arms around the red headed male. “I gotta say, you’re a delight! What’s your name?“ 

The man struggled against LJ’s strong grasp, but couldn’t get out right now. Instead, he looked right into the clown’s eyes and whistled. Loudly. There was a delay, but soon LJ was lifted up by something causing him to let go and get tossed into a tree.

"Thanks, Mr. Glutton. By the way, I am Jason the Toymaker.” He called out to the clown, laughing and petting the giant stuffed snake. LJ was upside down against the tree, looking at the toy maker. 

“I have been alive a long, long time. I have seen many things. I have not seen that.” he said, chuckling. Rolling over exorcist style, he stands back up and cracks his head forward. Any normal person would cringe at the sight, but not Jason. He didn’t appear to be phased by the thing.

“Why thank you! I aim to please and please to have fun. So. Who. Are. You?” Jason asked back, dusting himself off. 

“Me?! I am Laughing Jack or LJ for short! And fun?! I like fun! Let’s have some fuuun!” he responds, giggling like a maniac. 

The clown only looks at the toy maker and chuckled. Opening his mouth, it dropped to the ground from his over seven-foot tall form. Tongue rolled out almost like a red carpet out in front of him for six feet. Chanting can be heard coming from his mouth, and soon after children started to walk out of his mouth. They all were gray in color, white hair stringing past and features taught. All dead, all under his control, all his victims. They kept coming, and coming, and coming.

Jason’s eyes widened at the sight, not sure what to make of this. It was something else, and something that he didn’t care to deal with. Taking steps back away from the now expanding army of kids. He didn’t bring enough toys for this and didn’t care to have this large-scale fight. At least, not yet. With that in mind, he steps back further and draws a door into the air. It solidifies suddenly, making it seem like an entrance to a store. 

“Well looks like our fun must end so soon! I am sorry, but we will meet again LJ!” Jason then steps through the door, the giant stuffed snake coming in behind. It closes as the children get to it, scratching and clawing.

LJ closes his mouth, letting the small child army roam free for the time being. That was fun. He couldn't wait to meet Jason again.

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Can we have a story on how the Slenderman kills?? Like him killing a target of that makes any sense

This was not good, not good at all. Slender looked around him as everything went to hell around him. He could see his entire family fighting, each one against at least one other person that could match them. Or even outmatch them because of the element of surprise.

He could feel the essence of chaos surrounding him, and that was something he hated. Slender stood there and turned, seeing the figure that was behind him. The essence of darkness, hunger, and chaos washed over him like tidewater taking away the sand from a beach. The figure that floated there was a large, hulking figure. His height rivaled Slender’s own. Horns came from the head of swirling shadows, red light radiating from it as if it was clawing itself free. Three mouths lined down the chest, filled needlepoint teeth oozing with saliva and tongues coming out of them. Where eyes should be two bright red orbs, and in the center of the forehead was a circle and a dot.

“ Y͓ǫ͖̝̟͙͚u̻͔̮̘̺͝ ̷͖ṛe͕͖̞̝a̵͓̠̹͎̻̘̺l̸̗͉̲͕͉̲̹l̶̖̻͚͔̰͎̭ỳ̻̺̭̫͖ ̖͍hav̶̖̺͚e̤ ̷̮̻̜̫̜o̢͇͈̪̠̘ù̺̳͎͉̻̗t̹͔̣͈d̮͖͕͡ọ̻̱n͈̲̩̪ͅe ̷̞̠̥y̨̯o̟͇̥̝͈͍u͞r̹̟͈̜͖̙ͅs͇̞̗̜̟e̢͖̳l̠͔̤f̭̰͢ͅ ̯͎t͍̳̞h͎̪̬i̵ş̦̣͓͇̹̱ ̡̗̙y̬̤͎̺e͠á̫̤͎͔̠͚̖r̲͠, ̷̺̮̦͓̪I̷̻̻̙̺̦ͅ ̡̥ͅm̦̲̲̀u͇̪͚͠s̶̱̫͉t̩̝ ͙̬s̷a̬͔̺̞y̳͍͙̦.̞͎” it speaks, the voice garbled. It was beyond normal human comprehension, but Slender could tell what he was saying. It didn’t matter either, he was here on his territory and that broke the agreement.

‘Zalgo, you broke the treaty. You know this means war!’ he yells out to the chaos figure. It only laughed in response, a laugh that vibrated the very air around them both.

Between the two of them, reality warped and twisted around them both. The ground blinked in and out of existence, the air appeared thick with heat waves. So, think someone could swim in them if they didn’t burn up first.

Slender wasn’t going to wait for him to make the first attack, so he takes care of that himself. His has his tentacles spring out and lash out at the chaos entity.

Zalgo saw this and jumped back away from all of them, swatting them away with one of his long-shadowed arms. They came after him again, and he kept backing up deflecting them trying to not be hit. He made it appear easy, but it took a lot of energy for him to do it.

“Y̡̖͚̪̤̮̙o̳u҉̦͙̲̪̠ ̺̠̳̯̟h̝̥̣͓̼a̳̺̟̯v͓̣͍̳̳͜e͉̳ ̖̥̮̬͟f̦̬u̷͔̥̙̝͈͇̮n͚ ̵̰͇̯̥̖͍ṋ̡ò͇w̜̭̗̻.͢ ͚̻̺͇͠I̠ ̡̮h̼̥̮͓̹ḁ͔̺̩͈̲̰̕v̞̣͍͍͍̺e̘ ̗͖̠͚͜ͅṃ͉̯̰o̻̪͎͕r̜̱͚͎̘e͉͖̘̬̙̱ ̞̟͚i͙͓̰̞̗̘̜m̵͎̗̙̰̲p̻̟͔̹͙͝or̢̤̮̖̱̭̘t͏͍̱͓̥a͕͈͈͢ͅn̥̙̦͘t҉͓̯͚̱ ̷̩̙͎̝̗̼ͅṭ͙ḩ̰̬̗͍͉̰ͅi͖͓̙͈͠n͙͚̦̳̖̺̮g̨̫̣̜̣̠s̙̗͇̱͔͖ ͖̀t͚̭o̠̣͉̞͝ͅ ̺̤ḓ͜o.̖” Zalgo spoke. He then drew up himself and vanished into smoke.

That was not the end of what was going on. All around Slender saw things starting crawl out of the ground. It seemed as if they were zombies mixed with something out of a Lovecraftian horror story. Each one more warped last. To any normal person, their mind would have broken. Not Slender. This was nothing more than vermin to him. But even a pack of rats can get bold against a cat. Or even kill the cat.

Slender also heard a scream that echoed out over the entire forest. There was only one person who could scream that loud, and that meant he is in some big trouble. Slender took a flicker of a second to bring him back to the mansion. That wasn’t enough. That chaos thing was interfering with his own Domain.

‘Shit!’ Slender cursed, head whipping around looking at what is going on. Now he was surrounded by a near army of these..things. These creatures around him, surrounding and beginning to claw his way at him.

He knew what was going on, and that everybody was in danger. He hears a high pitched scream. Someone was in trouble. He tried to teleport to it, to help the person who screamed, but he was unable to. The chaos energy is messing with his Domain, messing with his powers. Instead, he uses what focus he could to teleport everybody that works for him in the Domain back to the mansion.The creatures that were around him were already on top of him. Clawing at him, tearing into his suit and to his flesh under it. Inky black iquor oozed from these wounds, hitting the ground. Warping where it lands before dissipating into nothing. 

Slender then releases his tentacles and swirls all them around him. He picks up a few with them and rockets them into the crowd, knocking a group of them over. Picking up a few more, he tears them in half raining the gore over the rest. This…army of creatures seemed endless to Slender. He needed a way to kill a lot of them, and fast. He starts to take steps, long legs going over their heads and feet between their bodies. Like Moses parting the sea, he used his telekinetic powers to force them away from him. It was as if there was a bubble of power around him. They couldn’t touch him, but every hit did drain a little more focus from him.

When he got into the forest he lowered his barriers again. The hoard rushed toward him, all looking wrong as they moved. They cracked, moaned, groaned all together into a chorus of death. Upon getting to the edge of the forest, Slender looked down at the bodies. He started to use his tentacles to lift them up and fling them. Spines snap, and many were impaled on the branches through the bodies. from the power of his mind alone.

When all the bodies piled up, they kept coming. Slender then starts to gather more energy. The heat from the fresh corpses pooled in front of Slender gathering up. Then all at once, it was released, fire engulfing him and everything around him. The forest, the bodies, and those that were still alive near him. Once it was a sphere turned into a beam as it went over the army of the beings. The screams were high pitched, making ears bleed and the unholy cries pierce the ear. 

As they all burned, Slender watched. Things burning and running, his forest home on fire. He could put it out, but he needed these things gone. He also was on fire, but it didn’t bother him. It didn’t burn him. Not the same way those things burned.