WARNING! This story is fairly dark and perverted, and if you're reading this now you might not mind to much about that, but I'm warning you. It's very dark, and it has certainly earned its M rating. Hell, I don't even think only M is appropriate for this particular story. Now, you may be scoffing at this, since this fandom does have its fair share of dark stories, some that aren't even in this section, but I just want to warn to whoever isn't used to this kind of stuff to turn back. Now. Before it's too late.

Okay, now that that's over and done with, let me give you a brief introduction of this story.

Now, you may or may not have been part of the whole Slender Man hype that had been going not so long ago, but I will brief you, anyways. The Slender Man is a legend that came originally from the Something Awful forums and spread into the rest of the internet from there, Creepypasta being the other significant site where it has been mentioned. He is depicted as being incredibly tall with long arms and a blank face. Not much is know about him, except that he hunts and kills his victims, often by driving them insane at what its called "Slender sickness." Since its origins lay in the internet, they are varied perceptions of it, but that's just about the basics of the leyend.

And that's as much as you need to know for now. If you have been intrigued, feel free to do some research of your own, but be careful. The Slender Man haunts those who know too much about him.

(And yes, that's a fact; I didn't make it up.)

On with the story, then!

The Slender Man.

Of course I've heard about that terrifying character. For years, he was feared all throughout the town. Even by me, the Pumpkin King.

Especially by me. Although nobody knew that, of course.

Nobody knew where he came from. Just one day, out of nowhere, talk about him began in the town. One of the creatures had disappeared. Her friend, a little vampire girl who had barely escaped a similar fate, alleged to have seen her friend being taken by a tall, black-suited man. That wasn't the worst part, though.

The worst was that she said that said being had no face, no facial features whatsoever, yet she had had heard him laugh as he took her friend and could have sworn she felt his piercing eyes on her as she ran away from the woods.

At first, the people dismissed her babblings as nonsense from a child. A search party was made to look for the girl. I led the search myself through the woods surrounding the town, yet we didn't found the child, nothing but the hat that she had been wearing when she was abducted, which we gave to her parents with a heavy heart. It was covered in blood.

The townspeople avoided the woods from then on, fearing a similar fate. I heard Oogie Boogie even banned his minions from ever approaching the woods. Despite our precautions, though, two more monsters disappeared in the span of one year.

After the third abduction, the fearful atmosphere around the people increased. That was when I thought we should take more serious measures. After a meeting with the town, I decided I would go face this creature and tell him to leave my people alone.

Now, what I am about to tell you is something I hadn't dared to talk about until now. You might believe that since I'm the Pumpkin King nothing could scare me. Well, you're about to hear about something that did. This happened long before the Christmas fiasco, even longer before than when Sally was created.

On that night, I set out to look for that daunting being on my own. You might say it was a foolish idea to go alone, but if someone else went with me I was sure they would get hurt. And I couldn't bear that happening to another one of my citizens.

At the time, I didn't know how dangerous this thing really was. All the stories involving him had been vague and hadn't really painted him as hazardous, besides the fact that he abducted and killed his victims. That was another thing that frightened the citizens. Of the few sightings that there was, no one had seen a remotely dangerous aspect in him, so they all wondered just how could he kill something and in such a chaotic way to leave a bloody mess.

I braved myself as I entered the forest, thinking that I was doing this for everyone I ever cared about. When I did, I felt surrounded by an atmosphere far creepier than the one we had always managed to create on Halloween. I shivered slightly.

As I traversed through the trees, I felt someone watching me, but when I turned around, only the wind greeted me. Although I wouldn't admit even to myself at the time, I was beginning to get scared.

Suddenly, I heard the crunching of leaves behind me. I swiftly turned around and was met with the horrifying being I had only heard tales of. He was there, just standing still, staring at me. I felt the intense urge to run away from the thing, but I forced myself to stay put.

He was just as I thought he'd be. Almost as tall as me, maybe a little bit more, with a pure black suit and tie. The only thing abnormal about him was his impossibly long arms and blank face. If it were any another person, I'd felt compelled to introduce myself and chat with him. As it were, I just watched him for a long while, not without wondering of this was where I met my end.

'I have been awaiting you.' I heard, although I can't tell from where. I looked at him questioningly, and he nodded his pale face, which confirmed my suspicions that he wanted to talk. That relieved me just a little.

"Who are you?" The question was out of my mouth before I knew it, and I berated myself internally.

Even though, he remained silent.

"Very well, then. What do you want with me..and my people?" I asked rather directly.

The creature seemed to be amused, although I couldn't know how I knew this. Perhaps I could understand him?

'Quite bold, I see. And with a sense of protectiveness to those monsters you call people. Now I know why they chose you as their king.'

I became infuriated by this. How dare he talk like that!

"What do you want?" I repeated, now more forcefully. I stepped closer to him, and he seemed to smile at the movement.

He chuckled. 'You shall be quite entertaining, I think. And to address your concern, what I want is something only you can give to me.'

I actually gulped at that, although I tried not to let my nervousness show. By his tone of voice, what he wanted was not going to be something pleasant for me. Forcing a scowl into my face, I spoke again.

"If you let my citizens alone, I will do anything you ask. But you have to give me your word."

Now the monster came closer, and I thought I saw him smile. I unconsciously took a step back.

'Very well. I give you my word. No harm shall befall your.. people.. as long as you fulfill your end of the bargain.'

He held out a long arm to shake, and the deal was sealed. I couldn't help the shudder that rippled through me as I touched him.

"Now... Will you tell me what is it you so desperately want from me that you had to murder three innocent creatures?" I asked pointedly, crossing my arms.

He was silent. The wind howled, and the few leaves in the trees swished around. Surprised, I found myself being creeped out just by being around this creature so long. How could he have such an effect on me? I was supposed to be the Master of Fright!

All of a sudden, my eye sockets widened as I saw things that appeared black tentacles appear from the back of him. They stretched until they were longer than his arms and writhed around him. I was rooted to the spot, unable to move or even blink.

Who was this monster...?

'You.' The whisper echoed through the trees, and I backed away further.

"Wh- what...?" I barely mumbled, before one of his tentacles shot out to grab my leg and another one my torso. I tried to free myself from them, but they were seizing me too tightly. They both coiled around me and lifted me, bringing me closer to what I would know from then on as the haunter of my nightmares.

'Now, now. You told me you would play fair.'

I gasped as I met face to face with the monster, feeling the rest of his tentacles coil around me to make sure I stayed in place. Reluctantly, I stopped all resistance when I saw that I was completely trapped by this individual, his grip on me too strong to even attempt to move my limbs.

'That's better.' he said mockingly, and he brought his hands to grip both of my legs, spreading them apart. I gulped audibly, now unable to hide my nervousness.

The dark appendages clutched me tighter and tighter until I felt my bones would snap. I cried out in pain. He seemed to take pleasure in this, as I heard him chuckle. The things that wove around me took my arms and brought them to my back, interlacing around them like ropes and effectively rendering me helpless.

Every instinct I had inside me told me struggle, to run away, but I fought it by reminding myself I had promised something to this creature and I could not leave until he had it. Whatever it is he wanted from me, I would give if he let my citizens alone. I had no reason to trust him, but that was the only thing that I could do right now.

I felt utterly disgusted by the way the tentacles roved over every inch of my skeletal body, some even going so far as to go beneath my clothes. He seemed to be enjoying it, though. I felt my face heating up when one of his 'hands' touched my skull and began gently caressing it. After all, it was the most sensitive bone in my body for a reason.

Just when I thought I could not feel more violated, one of the things that was around my torso dove in between my legs, underneath my pants.

My eye sockets widened, and I froze completely.

Now, you would probably think that I was nothing but bone, since I am a skeleton. But you would be wrong, unfortunately. I do have some kind of ligaments to hold my bones together, but the greatest evidence that I'm more than just a regular skeleton lies between my legs. It could not be called an organ, much less a sexual one, but it seemed to serve that function, strangely. Since I had been human before, it was similar to that of a human male's, but not quite. Most of the time I just ignored this part of my body, knowing it wouldn't be noticeable by anyone else without direct tactile stimulation.

The creature appeared to know this, and I could almost see him smirk as he began stroking it. I felt as it began to become aroused with the touches. I wrenched my head away with a choked breath, too embarrassed and revolted to face him. He, however, seemed intent in gaining a response from me and began to rub it more insistently, more roughly. I fought to keep in a moan.

Was this was he wanted?

That was the last conscious thought that entered my mind before I surrendered myself wholly to what I was feeling, forgetting completely what was causing it. It was incredibly pleasurable; nothing like I had ever felt before. Moans and groans began to leave my mouth involuntarily, and I breathed heavily as his touches seemed to multiply and grow in intensity.

I suddenly felt his hands at the waistband of my pants, lowering them just enough so he could see the entirety of my..manhood, I guess you could call it. He took it in one hand and began stroking even more zealously, making me shout out in surprise and satisfaction.

He stopped for a moment, and I looked at him stunned, panting, with that wide-eyed look still on my face. An unintentional whine left my lips as I began to yearn again for the contact, but he didn't budge.

'Beg me, Pumpkin King.' he hissed dangerously, and I gasped as I felt all of his tentacles moving again, caressing me all over. One especially started to knead my skull quite strongly, making me moan uncontrollably.

"N-No..!" I barely managed to whisper defiantly, deeply incapacitated as I was.

He appeared displeased with this and stopped all his actions.

"W-Wait..." I muttered shakily, all reason or logic evading me at the time. I groaned needily. "D-Don't.. D-Don't st-top..!"

He seemed smug about this development, but I was too far gone to notice something besides my fading pleasure. A feather-light touch from his hands was all it took for me ground out urgently,

"Gah... Please!"

Instantly, he began stroking me again, and I sighed in relief. I just couldn't help it, it felt too good.

This went on for quite a while, until I felt the pressure in my lower area that meant I was close to my release. Some seconds later, I felt myself tipping over the edge.

'Scream for me, Jack.' he said one more time, his voice low. Unable to resist it anymore, I did just that.

The scream that he ripped out of me at that moment was so loud that it seemed to shake all the forest. I think some bats and birds that were near the vicinity even flew away, their wings flapping the only sound beside the howling wind.

I was shaking wildly when I could come into myself again, my chest heaving from my labored breathing.

Yet his caresses didn't stop; only intensified. He gripped me more strongly and couldn't help the loud whine of discomfort that left me. I was still feeling quite sensitive down there, and he hadn't even given me some minutes to rest. It hurt more than it felt good now.

"W-W-Wait.." I tried to protest, my voice pathetically weak. "N-No, I-I-I c-can't... S-Stop!"

'I did not heard you complaining before.' With this, I thought I saw him give me a look that said he wasn't going to stop any time soon. I didn't give up though, now squirming in his grasp and trying to protest against the touching.

'Be quiet!' he yelled impatiently, and the tentacle that was caressing my skull came around it, covering my mouth. I whimpered against it, struggling even more insistently.

He seemed annoyed now, bordering on angry, and seized me more fiercely. I cried out in pain, though it was muffled by him. It hurt incredibly, what he was doing now. My pained yells continued, but he paid them no mind.

I closed my eye sockets tightly, trying in vain to remove myself from the unbearable pain I was feeling. Slowly, a wet droplet flowed down my face, releasing the rest of them that poured down. It took me a moment to realize what was happening.

I was crying.

I had never cried before, in all of my existence… Until now, I didn't even know that I could, but the only emotion that my new-found ability brought me was despair. I felt humiliated.

He did this to me.

I was brought back to earth when I felt the overwhelming waves of pleasure and pain that came with my second release. After that, things became blurry. He roughly pushed me into climax a few more times, I'm not really sure how many, as I quivered non-stop in his arms. Whimpers of pain kept leaving my mouth, although they were too soft and muffled to distinguish.

Then, as if I was of no value anymore, his tentacles disentangled themselves from me and he let me go, dropping my heavily abused body to the ground. I fell with a cry as my back hit the ground, a gasp escaping me as well.

'You amused me greatly, Jack. I think this will be a frequent occurrence for us.'

I looked at him again, this time not bothering to hide the unbridled fear that shone on my eye-sockets. I watched him as his tentacles slowly disappeared, retreating into his back. He kept looking at me, his stare seeming to pierce into my very soul.

'I am the Slender Man. You must fear me.'

Then he just vanished, leaving me feeling confused and with a panic that rose with every second.

I don't know how much time I laid there, my mind empty. Some part of me didn't believe what had just happened, another was wondering what had happened, while another, more logical part reminded me that it had just happened and it most likely would happen again.

I just lay there for a good while, trying to control myself, twitching every now and then. I was trembling so hard that I had a hard time controlling it. I had never been submitted to such a level, and my body wasn't used to it.

When I did stand up, my legs were still shaking a bit. I almost fell again, before I managed to stabilize myself with a nearby tree.

In a state of numb shock, I had fixed my clothes methodically, not even thinking about it, and wiped my face of any residue of tears. Then, with a great amount of effort, I headed out of the woods, his last words echoing in my mind like a dark omen.

When I had arrived to the graveyard, I saw the whole Halloweentown waiting for me, their faces overcome with worry which morphed into relief as soon as they saw me unharmed. At least, in their eyes, I looked unharmed.

As soon as I got close enough to them and far enough from the forest, I smiled faintly, sighing in relief. Too late, I had realized that tension was the only thing that was keeping me standing. My legs gave out on me, and I fell to the ground. I barely heard the fading cries of worry from everyone as they saw me, passing out from sheer exhaustion and feeling the overwhelming bliss that it was all over.

I woke up in Dr. Finkelstein's lab in a rickety old bed, a big round window letting the moon light in. He came and told me I had been asleep for a week. He also mentioned, with some worry trying to creep up into his face, that sometimes I had woken up screaming and thrashing (once actually crying), refusing to calm down until he came into the room and assured me everything was all right. I didn't remember any of that, but I did remember the nightmares. The ones that still haunt me to this day.

"What did happen with that creature, Jack? You haven't been yourself since then," the doctor asked, his beady eyes analyzing me thoroughly.

I didn't meet his stare.

"Nothing. He won't harm anyone now," I said, my voice sounding uncharacteristically empty.

"What about you, though?" he insisted, his tone becoming hard.

"It doesn't matter what he did to me," I hissed angrily, clenching my fists. "You're all safe now."

Startled, the doctor had dropped the matter.

When I deemed myself in well-enough state of mind, I walked out of Dr. Finkelstein's lab. The few monsters that were outside immediately came to my side, all of them uttering their gratefulness that I was alright. Then, before one of them could bring it up, I addressed the matter of concern.

"The Slender Man will not harm anyone. Not anymore."

Some cheers and relieved whispers broke out in the small crowd, and I smiled for what felt a really long time.

"Why did you call him Slender Man?" a mummy child that was close to me asked.

I gave a troubled sigh. "That's his name. He told me so."

Now gasps and murmurs rose through the people, obvious puzzlement weaving between them.

"So.. Did you kill him, Jack?" the Wolfman asked, a note of hopefulness in his voice.

I flinched at that. "Not exactly. I just..scared him off." The lie had slipped out of me unintentionally as I tried to hide even from myself what had happened. Again, the people cheered a bit, some even shouting their appreciation for me. Those made me feel just a little better.

After that, it all went back to normal. For some time.

One lonely night, he visited me in my dreams. I knew right away that it wasn't a nightmare because they were all revisited recounts of what had already happened in the woods. But he was just standing there, in front of me. In the graveyard.

'It's been some time, Jack.' he greeted in his hollow voice.

I shuddered in fear.

After that, I woke up and, as if in a trance, headed out and into the graveyard.

He was there. Again. His tentacles were already in display. Not bothering with formalities, he immediately grabbed me by my middle and took me into the forest. I just resigned in his grasp, dreading what was to come and knowing I couldn't stop it.

So this has been our little routine for some time now. Every five or so years, he would summon me through dreams, and I would meet him wherever he would want to. I can safely say no one suspects anything, since most escapades are made at a time of day where everyone is either asleep or too busy to notice their Pumpkin King vanishing for hours.

Each time, I feel a small part of me slipping away to him. I walk through the town an empty shell of my former self, pretending for everyone's sake that everything is okay. Some day, he will break me completely.

But I can't refuse him; the whole town depends on me, and now my beloved Sally is too. I can't tell her, or anyone, what's been happening. They wouldn't understand the implications of what would happen if I stopped doing what he asked of me. He had told me one time, and it had just strengthened my resolve to keep the Halloween people safe from harm.

Still, every time that he disappears, leaving me beaten on the ground, I keep hoping that maybe, maybe, that had been the last time, and he had gotten tired from me. That wish was the one that encouraged me to keep going every day, and to keep pretending for the sake of my people that everything is just fine and I had never been scared of anything.

I told you, didn't I? Oh, but I know I may have underestimated some of you, and if I did, please tell me. It's the first time I write a story equal parts dark and perverted and I want to know what people think of it. Hell, you can flame me all you want! I just want to know what you think...

And also, I have something else that's worth mentioning. This is not a simple one-shot. There are 3 other installments related to it, but I'm unsure at the moment whether to post them or not and if I should do so in a single story. I guess I'll see how you people like it and then I'll decide.

Au revoir, my friends!