The following sketch was written while high on sugar.

In Which There is Mpreg

At first, it had seemed that it would have been a normal day for Jay. Y'know, waking up after barely any sleep, feeling paranoia, all that jazz. But he couldn't help but feel odd. He didn't think much of it at first, and just got out of his bed and walked to the bathroom, careful not to disturb his paranoia buddy Rebecca.

The moment he looked at the mirror, he screamed as if he was being murdered.

There in the reflection was him, but his belly was protruding, almost similar to a woman who was six months...

Jay paled as he felt nausea. That... that couldn't be it, surely. He was a man for christ's sake! Men don't get pregnant, overnight and in general... Unless they were sea horses but Jay was definitely not that. And he couldn't simply say he over ate. Him and Rebecca were living off a diet of bread rolls to save money for Christmas.

"What the hell is..." Rebecca appeared at the door, woken by the scream. The moment she saw Jay her mouth dropped. "Jay... Is... Is that... How did you even-"

"I don't know!", Jay cried in a panic. "I just woke up, looked in the mirror and it was there!"

"Wh-what do we do?" Rebecca was starting to hyperventilate. Why the hell was this happening?!

"I-", Jay was cut off by a frantic knocking at the hotel room door. Rebecca and Jay looked at one another nervously before Rebecca went and opened the door. She nearly fainted at the sight.

Tim stood there, glaring at nothing in particular, pregnant. Yes, he too was pregnant, with a very noticeable belly. Everyone stood in silence before Rebecca narrowed her eyes at Tim.

"You bastard! You cheated on me!"

"No, I didn't!", Tim hissed. "I was like this when I woke up! And I know it has something to do with all his bull!"

"Why us!", Jay cried in a cliché, dramatic fashion.

"Don't. Forget. Me", another voice came. Everyone looked into one corner of the room and saw that Alex, through the powers of a fanfic with plot holes that are never resolved, had somehow snuck into the room, despite he himself being with child as well.

Cue Jay fainting onto the bed.

"A-Alex", Rebecca could barely get her words out as she and Tim stared at Alex. "Wh-what happened to you?"

"I got pregnant, and I know it's somehow Jay's fault! It always is!", Alex snapped as he tried to stand up. His newly added weight however made it difficult for him to get up though. "Um... A little help here?"

"Fuck you", Tim said simply. "And since you can't get up, I'm going to say it straight to your face that I made out with your sister. Multiple time". Tim smirked as Alex suddenly tried more furiously to get out of his chair and continued. "And while we haven't gone ALL the way, we definitely do certain things for one another in our private time~"

"YOU BASTARD!", Alex snapped as he nearly stood up only to fall back in the chair again.

"Hehe, if I wasn't pregnant too I would say this is the best day ever", Tim chuckled grabbing Rebecca's hand (said girl was now blushing madly) and started to randomly make out with her for no reason but to piss off Alex for fun.

"Hmhm". Tim and Rebecca broke apart and looked out the door to see Hoodie. He too was, surprise, surprise, pregnant.

"Is this a bad time?"


"This is the Observer's fault, I know it", Noah mumbled as he looked in the mirror, hands shaking as he lifted one to poke his belly. He too was a victim of this strange occurrence.

"I'm more worried about what we're going to do when you go into labour", Rachel murmured as she stood behind him, a mixed look of fascination and fear on her face as she stared at Noah. "I mean, will you have to poop it out, or get a c-section?" Already Noah felt like he wanted to hurl.

"Let's... let's not think about that right now", said a slowly paling Noah. "Let's just... just..." Noah quickly left the room and the sound of barfing in the bathroom greeted Rachel's ears as she slowly made her way after him and held his hair back for him.

"Why? Why for the love of God?", Noah questioned as Rachel led him to a seat to sit down. This couldn't happen to him. He was Noah fucking Maxwell. It would have been a lot more understandable if it had happened to Rachel. She was the one who had a fucking womb!

"We'll figure something out", Rachel tried to comfort Noah, but Noah just couldn't feel his spirits lift. It was bad enough dealing with difficulties such as college, the Collective and of course the fan-girls who always tried to touch him and have their way with him, but all of that plus a baby was going to kill him.

"Fine. But if either our parents ask, your the one who gave birth to it".

"I can't do that!", Rachel argued. "If I do my grandparents on my mum's side will yack on and on about how I should have waited until marriage to have sex! We haven't even done that!"

"Hey, I'm gonna get it too from my parents!", Noah defended. "Or at least they'll say I should have been more careful or something".

"Can you guys see me yet?" The pair looked behind them and were shocked to see their old friend Milo, standing there as alive as he was years ago.

Plus pregnant.

"M-Milo... Y-your...", Noah could barely get the words out of his mouth as he and Rachel stared at Milo's stomach and his clothes. Milo cringed a little as he realised his pregnancy WAS noticeable.

So much for wearing nothing but a very fluffy pink bath robe.


"This... This isn't possible", Jeff mumbled in a delirious state. He sat on Evan's couch along with Vince and Evan, all three with bulging stomach's of pregnancy as Claire and Stephanie sat across from them, unsure what to say or do.

"This is... This is just a fucked up dream", Evan chuckled nervously, trying to believe what he knew deep down was false. "I'm gonna wake up soon, with a naked Stephanie in my arms".

"I swear, if you weren't pregnant", Stephanie mumbled under her breath as she shuck her head.

"So, does that mean you're going to be the dad while Evan's the mom?", Claire asked the girl out of curiosity.

"You're not helping Claire", Vince mumbled under his breath, and nearly jumped as he felt something poke his belly and saw Evan was poking it. "What the hell are you doing?", Vince questioned.

"... I bet my baby will be cuter then your's".

"Fuck you".

A ringing then broke out and Jeff quickly took out his phone and looked at the caller ID and after seeing it was Alex he answered it.

"Hey, Alex".

"Jeff! We have a problem!", Alex cried. If they could have seen him now, they would have seen tears coming down his face from fear. "I-I-I THINK I'M PREGNANT! I WOKE UP AND MY STOMACH'S HUGE!" Jeff's mouth dropped as Alex wept. The phone was on speaker so everyone heard and were just as shocked as Jeff. "And it's not just me!", Alex went on, still weeping. "Daniel's knocked up to, and Ryan and Claire's boyfriend came back from the dead and are pregnant too! And we saw that the milkman was too when he was passing by, and the mailman just came by and he's pregnant! OH, and the Rake's pregnant too, either that or it's eating our trash too much like it's doing now. And I just got a text from school, and it's been closed indefinitely because all the males are pregnant! It's like 'Village of the Damned'! But with the guys pregnant instead of the girls!"

"Mother of God...", Vince murmured, feeling sick as he wondered what sort of monstrosity caused this.


"This can't happen. This defies every single law of biology that can relate to this predicament", the Observer growled as he glared at his stomach. He wasn't the only one. All the other Collective members but Cursor (because she is a girl and as such can not get pregnant in this story) were with child as well.

"Well, look at it like this", Cursor said with a huge, smug smirk as she looked at her male colleagues. "At least now, men shall know the pain we women go through to bring their offspring into this world".

"Now is not the time Cursor", Swain muttered bitterly as he resisted the urge to go drink his worries away. He didn't want to be bitched at later for. 'endangering' his kid or whatever.

"How did this happen", Mr. Scars mumbled quietly to himself. "M-Maybe we should ask the Administrator? Yes, we should do that. He should have the answer".

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHINY LITTLE BITCH!", Deadhead shrieked. "JUST SHUT YOUR LITTLE TRAP AND ADD ANOTHER SCAR TO YOURSELF YOU WHORE!"

Cue Mr. Scars high pitched wailing.

"Don't do that you bastard!", Persolus snapped at Deadhead before joining Cursor to comfort the crying man.

"He is right you know", the Observer said thoughtfully.

"Mr. Scars or Persolus?", Cursor asked.

"Both", the Observer responded before he walked out of the room to find the Administrator, trying to force out the images of all male Collective members being pregnant from his now severely damaged mind. Eventually though, he found the Tall One, sitting at a table (which was custom made for him along with other furniture and clothes due to his insane height), sipping tea from a cup. The Observer was glad to see that Slenderman was not pregnant. Perhaps there was hope for all this insanity.

"Sir, I'm sure you're aware of the current... predicament".

"Indeed I am", Slenderman nodded. "I too was with child until a few hours ago".

A record skidding to a stop could be heard.

"Wh-what?", the Observer questioned, feeling more confused then ever. Slenderman seemed okay, so how could he have been...?

"Children to be more precise", he sighed. "That's them over there". He pointed to a corner of the room that the Observer had not looked and said being removed his glasses to clear them up before putting them back on to get a better look, to make sure his eyes had not deceived him.

They didn't. In the corner of the room were dozens upon dozens of light, greenish-blush egg sacks with a strange goo that smelled funny.

"They'll hatch in a month or two", Slenderman said casually as he added blood to his tea. "It is odd though. I was sure only females of my kind could carry children".

"Females?" The Observer could barely say the word due to how light headed he suddenly became on discovery of his Keeper's children.

"Well, I would assume so. I haven't actually seen any of my kind, but if I'm the only one, I'll just have to be the God to my children, or something like Adam and Eve minus the thing with the apples", Slenderman said with a small shrug. The Observer did not respond but he slowly made his way out, questioning why this was happening. This was real life. Unless you're a sea horse or a pipe fish, all men could forget about getting pregnant... or if a man wanted the embryo implanted in him. But none of the Collective wanted brats.

Who could have done this? Why?


"'Oh Tim, I love you and I'm having your baby', Jay sighed sadly, fearing Tim would abandon him. 'I love you', Tim said. 'Fuck Rebecca and all girls, we're having our magical, biology defying baby! Now give me some sugar and a blowjob!'"

A girl in her late teens was finishing off writing her 'work of art' fanfiction, and giggled at everything. She thought it was pretty funny and hoped others would find it as funny as she did. Had she more courage, she would have possible sent at least some of the story to the brilliant creators of Marble Hornets, Tribe Twelve and Everymanhybrid. But instead she felt it best not to. No, she would let the people on fanfiction. net be the judges.

Looking at the time, she saw it was only half eleven at night so she would just listen to music now, unawhere that she had caused mass fear in the world of Slenderverse.

Instead, she was more worried about what snack to get.


Well, I hope you enjoyed that story. As far as I know there aren't any Slenderverse stories involving mpreg, soooooooo *grins wickedly* I CALL BEING THE FIRST TO DO IT! TO HELL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES!

MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!