Hello. Before I start my story I should probably give myself a quick introduction. My name is Dylan Grim, and I happen to be a strange person. Now, I don’t mean strange like “This guy likes to make sculptures out of ABC gum, what a freak!” , no, I mean strange as I can do things that other people can’t. You see, for some reason, I have a link to a dimension called the Shadow Realm. There is no exact definition of it, since I am the only one who knows about it, but I guess you could say, it’s like a circuit board for darkness. It can manipulate anything that involves darkness, and I can manipulate that. You can (and will)  figure out what I can exactly do later, but for now, I feel like I should go on with the story.

I walked over to my house after a day of work. My house is a little special, since it is has been over a century since it has been built, but it isn’t something anyone makes a big fuss about. When I got home, I realized that I left my keys inside. ‘No problem’ I thought to myself. I walked over to a big tree that I planted a few years back in case this happened. And before I get to the other part, no, I did not climb the tree and jump through the window. I walked over to the shady part of the tree, and quickly fell into the shadow. In an instant, I thought of my room, which I always on purpose leave a part dark, and in an instant, I was in that dark part of the room. That’s one of the things I can do, and that’s an easy one. I was about to turn in, but I decided not to when I heard something break. And then I heard a voice.

I charged up my ‘specialness’ in case the intruder wasn’t as innocent as the Cupcake Parade. When I stepped down the stairs, and walked into the living room, I just had one thing to say. “Ummm…”. I soon found myself face to face with the intruder, which just happened to be a purple unicorn with wings. Neither of us moved for quite a while. 10 minutes, or 10 hours, neither of us could tell. I was just about to go to bed, or what I thought would be waking up, but then I got tackled.

I couldn’t see my attacker, but then I heard a voice saying, “What are you and what are you doing here?” I quickly retorted, “I’m human, asshat, and I live here. Now the question is the same, but for you now. What are YOU, and what are you doing in my house? Not to mention attacking its owner for no reason at all.” Not long after, the attacker started to loosen its grip on me. I let a ‘finally’ out of my mouth, and saw that my attacker was also an equine. And it was a pegasus. With a rainbow mane. Nothing makes sense in my life. I decided just to go back to my bed and wake up from this madness. But I saw something else. “Aw, come on!”

There was the rest of the mane six in my bedroom. How they got there, or I got there without noticing them, I did not know. But I didn’t really care. I just yelled, “Why are there ponies in my house?!?!” .  Every single one of them turned to me, blinked their oversized eyes, and ran for it. Well, most of them. “Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie! What’s Your Name? OhOhOh! I should totally throw a party for you! Although, I might need time on what to name it!!! How about, ‘Happy new ponies in your house’? That sounds good!”

“No. Get out.”

After I tried to teach the new guests the importance of ‘don’t break into people’s places of living, I attempted to understand what was going on here. Characters from a TV show have suddenly gotten into my house. I don’t know how, but they look like they know. It’s probably not a dream, because I don’t dream. I tried to figure out more, but I heard a knock on the door. I quickly and quietly said to them, “Stay”, and I went to answer the person at the door. It was someone in a suit that looked like someone from a formal party, but then you got to his face. “Hey, Slendy, how’s it goin’?”

When me and the old killer (at least I think he kills his victims, does he?) met, for some reason, I never got static eyes. (Yes, I just wandered into his forest. I don’t know why either.) He sort of took a liking to me, and now we’re really good friends. I don’t know why, but a bunch of creepypasta stars are my friends now. But back to ol’ Slendy. “So, why did you come here?” He just shrugged his shoulders. He’s more of a muted kind of guy, but yes he can talk. If you want to know what he sounds like, he sounds like a deeper voice of Herobrine in this video.(It’s really funny.)

“Well, come in! But before I forget, there are guests here, so if you could just turn the death sight off….”. He stood still for a while and then gave me a thumbs up. “Great.” As we walked inside,  I asked him a few questions. “So… Jimmy Casket doin’ ok?”  He nodded. “ Sonic.exe?” Nod. “Herobrine?” Nod. “Freddy Spazbear?” Nod. “Ok, then.” When Slender man (or Slenderman, whichever way you want to read it) saw the guests, he finally said something.

“Those are…them?”

“Yup.”

And they are…here?”

“Uh huh.”

“That is weird.”

“No shiet, Sherlock.”

“No reason to curse, Grim. I can tell you’re aggravated, but that doesn’t cover it. No one curses around me in the forest.”

“That’s because they die before they can. BTW, you never told me what you do with your victims.”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Ummm….. who is that?”

We both turned from our conversation/argument to see that Pinkie had walked up to Slender, and said three words that might have changed her fate if I weren’t there to hold Slender back.

“Wow, you’re tall.”

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