How could I do this? How could I just come to this world and do so many horrible things to innocent ponies? I gave up the life I had back in my world and then I was sent here. A place full of magic, a place that wanted nothing more than for harmony to greet the smiling faces of all who dwell here. I had a clean slate, I had friends. I could have warned them of the horrible creature that had arrived and they could have fought it back with everything they had until there was nothing left. They could have won and I would still be here with so many wonderful ponies that would have welcomed me with open hooves. No longer would I have to hide my shame behind a mask. I could have started anew. But why didn't I? Better question; why didn't you do anything to stop me? You thought I didn't notice? I could tell the second I came here that there was someone else watching, stalking me. Observing every little thing I did. You didn't stop me, you didn't even try. In fact, you enjoyed it. Even worse than that, I think you actually helped me. You sat their on your computer, your tablet, cell phone, whatever. And you just watched as this whole massacre started to unravel until I finally finished the job. What's your excuse, huh? Why did you start helping me rather than stopping me? How could you sit idly by while I beat, tortured, and even killed these innocent creatures?

I'll tell you why, because you're sick bastard. That's why! You would rather watch me get away with all of this than lift a finger to save any of them. You've seen me take children from their family's, butcher all who opposed me, and even maim that useless sun goddess before sticking a knife in her skull. I can only imagine some of the questions you're trying to ask me at this point; "Well, what's your excuse? Why did you go out and hurt all of those ponies? If it was so great then why did you let your master take over? Why didn't you take the initiative to help them on you own?" You wanna know why? Do you really want to know? Because I love it...

I love ruining the lives of family's by taking away their loved ones; by stealing their children, by stabbing them to death in cold blood while I sit over them laughing so hard my lungs could collapse. Well who are you to think that you're any better than me!? Are you telling me that not once have you ever done anything fucked-up in your entire life? Because that's bullshit. You're no better than me. We are all killers, we just don't know it yet. All it takes is a little push and one day you will see who you truly are. It took years for me to make this discovery, but when I did it was almost orgasmic! I felt like I was at peace, like I was finally in control of myself and the world around me. It was all thanks to my master. The Slender Man was the one who altered my path, directing me down a road that is unseen to most. It gave me the push I needed to get my life on track. To finally discover who I am.

When you think about it, you and I are kind of the same person. I mean here you are, watching me once again, observing the world through my eyes. That part of my life is clear to you, but the rest will be black. You lived this portion of my life and there is no way you're going to be able to just walk away from it. You were in my head, now I'm in yours. Part of me is going to be with you forever. I'm the dark thoughts that pick at your brain when you're alone at night, the poison you ingest when you indulge yourself with undeserved luxury, the snake venom pumping through you veins that tells you to bring harm to those around you and force them to their knees when you are mad. I cannot go back quite yet...but thanks to you, you who has been watching every little move I make, listened to every single thought that pops into my head, you are my ticket home. How does it feel to know that once you leave this part of my life alone forever that you are the reason another part will begin? To know that every dark thought you will have from here on out won't even be yours. Your life is a joke and you are but a puppet in its wicked game of cruelty and pain. You don't know pain, not yet, but you will in time.

I appreciate you keeping up with me, it's kind of nice to know that I haven't been alone through little adventure of mine. However, stories are a lot more complex than you may think. Some stories are purely for letting people see the world in a different way and allows them to watch as life goes by with the story in peace. That's not the case here, however. Stories like this aren't some sort of one way mirror, they're portals; gateways to separate realities telling of what might have been or what will be. This one is mine. Don't you worry your little head too much about that though. In fact, you should be happy. Because from this moment on, you will never have to be alone. Once you go back to living your normal life I will finally be home; watching the world through YOUR eyes...

Author's Note

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