User blog comment:HumboldtLycanthrope/The Collaborative Cliche Pasta/@comment-24101790-20150307044417/@comment-25148755-20150309210834

Through the slits in the mask, Mikey saw the demon who had hired him. The imp was leaning down across Mikey, a hellish grin on his face. "You fucked up the test, Mikey boy! You fucked it up and now you've gotta pay the price!" "What?!" Mikey gasped, "I didn't fuck it up! That was Mark's fault!" The demon assumed a sympathetic expression. "Look, kid, I agree with you, but either way the test was fucked up. That means we gotta fix things right with Cthulu or he's gonna pull this whole shithole of a park back down to the deeps.I'd take Mark instead, but he IS Jeff the Killer's long lost brother. I don't feel like having that eyelid-less freak on my case, and youre the only other option." He went to turn before stopping, "Oh I almost forgot. For your temporary employment." He dropped $11.22 on Mikey's chest. "Later, kid." The chanting grew louder and louder, Mikey's fear grew it was a palpable thing, his heart pounding so loud it was like a drum in his head. Suddenly, a rip in the very reality of the air appeared above him. The cultists screamed as black tendrils the color of a moonless night plucked Mikey from the altar and pulled him through the rift. It felt as if he was falling down through a blackened abyss, until he finally hit the ground. Mikey looked around. He was in an ancient forest, surrounded by trees, a full moon shining palely above in a cloudless sky. Across a small clearing stood a being...one he'd only heard of in legend. The creature was ten feet tall, black spiderlike limbs sprouting from his back. Above his tasteful eveningwear, his head had no face. "Hello, Mikey," his voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, "I'm the Slender Man. You may have heard of me." "What...what do you want from me?" Mikey asked. "I need your help, Mikey. You are going to help me kill Cthulu and take his place as lord of Ry'leh."