Paranormals

Liars. Thieves and pathetic liars. I allowed them to live and they sent more to destroy me. I should’ve killed them when I had the chance.
Slendermane stood amidst his forest, unable to move, he had six pairs of eyes on him, all of which were immune to his dark static. His pages had been stolen simultaneously, and he could only stand there as six creatures approached him.

“My my, Mr. Slendermane, how the mighty have fallen. Tell me, how does it feel to be beaten by the insects you’ve hated for so long?” A pegasus stepped into the pale moonlight, his coat a blood red. He dressed himself in very elegant clothing, and styled his brown mane into a very smooth regal design. Military badges decorated his coat, and a sword and radio hung from his side. He had a pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes that seemed to radiate with magical energy.

“They’re a product of my own design; glasses laced with enough light magic to nullify any static you might emit. But then again, I never needed them in the first place,” he said as he tossed them to the side, revealing two scarlet red eyes.

A figure from the shadows stepped forward, “Should we finish him off sir?” The figure was a mare, she had an orange white coat, and red markings all over her body; she wore a pair of dark sunglasses as well. In the place of her tail mane, was six fox-like tails, all the same orange-white color.

“Not quite FoxFire, I think we should gather some information first,” the pegasus responded, “So Slendy? Will you cooperate? Or will I have to have my friend Rogue do a bit of convincing?”

Slendermane sensed a large presence behind him, one of a dragon, green in color. It waited patiently with the eight pages in it’s claws.

“You arrogant fool, I am not afraid of a pathetic pony like you” the radio the pegasus wore called.

“Rogue, show him we mean business,” the pegasus ordered.

The dragon held one of the pages and spouted flame from its massive jaws, the page crumbled into ashes. Slendermane cried into the static abyss, and the pegasus could hear it on his radio. In his moment of pain, he could clearly make out the auras of three more: a green insect aura of a changeling, a dark aura of a shadow pony, and a pale blue aura of a unicorn.

“Are you willing to cooperate now?” the blood red pegasus asked.

“Go to Tartarus,” he replied, “Paranormals will rue the day they dared to hurt me!”

“Paranormals?” the pegasus mockingly said, “We’re nothing like those spineless worms from Paranormals. We are much more frightening.” He took a step closer to Slendermane. “We are the Aspects of Bedlam from the Spectral Syndicate. We are not to be taken so lightly.”

Slendermane took the opportunity to lunge out with his tentacles. The pegasus unsheathed the sword from his side and slashed at the tentacles; they were immediately severed. Slendermane once again screamed, and the fox pony giggled in delight.

“Well that wasn’t very nice,” the pegasus mocked, “Burn two more pages.”

Slendermane cringed from the burning sensation of losing two more pages.

“Now you’re going to tell us…” the pegasus leaned straight into Slendermane’s face. “... where is the quill?”

“I do not answer slime such as yourself.”

“You still think you're still so high and mighty, two more pages might loosen that non-existent tongue of yours.

“I don’t have it!” Slender screamed as two more pages went up in flame.

“Oh, then who has it?”

“I don’t know! It was stolen from me a long time ago!”

“Two more Rogue.”

Slendermane cried in agony, his tormentors taking full pleasure in causing it.

“I don’t know! It was taken when the white one bested me!”

“And who is the white one?” The pegasus turned his back to him, knowing that he had won.

“An earth pony by the name of Daemon Shade… he bested me five years ago, but he does not have the quill. Somepony else stole it that night.”

“Very good,” the pegasus stated. He turned back around to face Slendermane. “I think we have all that we need for now, destroy the last page.”

“NO! You can’t!”

The pegasus laughed, “Let it be known, that on this night, that it was a normal pony who destroyed the Slendermane, and that he begged for mercy as the last page was destroyed by dragon fire.”

“You are no normal pony…”

“You got me there,” the pegasus smiled proudly, “Let it be known that War: Horse of the Apocalypse, was the one to kill the Slendermane.” He signaled to the dragon.

“NOOOOOOO!!!” Slendermane cried as his body burned with the last page. All that remained was the burnt remnants of a red tie.

“Let’s go my aspects,” War said as he brushed the ashes of Slendermane off his suit, “There is much work to be done, and somepony needs to let Famine know that I have a present for her.” He picked up the scorched tie and pocketed it.

The woods were silent from that night on.