The Creepy Pastas of CHS

by King Rose

Rating: mature
Tags: Main 7 (EqG), Profanity, Adventure, Violence, Principal Celestia, Slice of Life, Crossover, Death, Human, Sunset Shimmer, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Vice-Principal Luna, Equestria Girls
Length: 1713

The Slenderman and Jeff The Killer. Two of the most infamous Creepy Pastas on the internet, both of which myself and my little brother were cosplaying as at a Convention. Now after buying a few items from a Merchant, we both end up at Canterlot High.

My name is Serif Slim, but you may call me Mr. Slim. I have a younger brother name Jeff Slim. The two of us are adamant Creepy Pasta, Pokémon, and slight MLP fans. Recently, the two of us had gone to a Convention dressed as the Slenderman, and Jeff The Killer but we were missing a few items to make our looks complete. When we found an odd stall which housed items from several different fandoms, we both found what we were looking for. But after buying our items... we found ourselves not in our world, but in a different world. One filled with humans, unlike the ones we knew, and where magic... may exist. We woke up in the world of MLP: Equestria Girls.

There also appears to be Pokémon in this world as well.

This is going to get extremely interesting from here on out... so let's show this world that Creepy Pastas do exist.

Theme Song

I do not own anything, I don't own the images, nor do I own MLP: Equestria Girls, any of the Creepy Pastas, or Pokémon.

Published 2020-05-25 17:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-25 17:40:01 UTC

Prologue- Mr. Slim

Prologue- Mr. Slim

“Alright, say Creepy!” The photographer told the two of us as we smiled.

“Creepy!” We both said at the same time before there was a bright flash which blinded me momentarily.

After the flash, my brother walked over to the photographer who then handed him two photographs of the same image he took of us. Once my vision bettered itself, I looked down at my brother who handed me one of the two photos that he got before I placed the photo in my inner suit pocket.

“Thanks Jeff.” I thanked my brother who chuckled before looking up at me and replying.

“No problem Serif.” Jeff replied. “C’mon let’s go see if any stall has what we’re looking for.” He told me as he walked ahead of me, my own person following close behind.

You may be wondering who my brother and I are, well my name is Serif Slim and my brother is Jeff Slim. Jeff had crimson red eyes, as did I and he currently was wearing a black haired wig which was extremely messy and looked unkempt, the end of it hanging slightly past his shoulders. He additionally wore a pure white hoodie and underneath that he wore a pitch black short sleeve shirt, he also wore black jeans which loosely fitted around his lower half as the legs of the jeans were tucked into a pair of also pure snow white shoes which had black accents on the heels as the flats of the shoes were a solid ink black and he wore what I believe is black socks. His skin was instead of its usually white tanned tone was now painted over with body paint to be the same snow white as his hoodie and shoes, with the exception of his cheeks which had blood red body paint which gave the visage of a bloodied and deranged smile.

My brother Jeff if you couldn’t tell was currently cosplaying as the infamous proxy, Jeff the Killer. And yes, if you’re wondering, my brother does have the same name as the Creepypasta… spelling and all. Well, aside from the mental insanity and the killer attitude, although he is extremely proficient in hand to hand and knife combat. Jeff stood at 5’ 6” and he was honestly a fairly normal teenager, being around 16 years old. Though all he was missing to make the Creepypasta cosplay complete, was a knife to go with the look. Unfortunately we couldn’t find one that’d work with him and we’re hoping to find one here at the convention.

As for me, currently I was wearing a custom made ink black suit with a white button up suit shirt underneath it. I was wearing inky black dress pants which fit snugly around my lower half and I also wore shiny black dress boots which covered my long black dress socks. My arms and legs were long and skinny, while my white tanned skin hands were covered by two ghostly white paled gloves while my face and head was covered by a snow white, see through and breathable cloth mask, though it covered my crimson red eyes. The mask hugged my facial features fairly nicely which gave me a better visage of who I was cosplaying, that being the infamous and popular Creepypasta named… Slenderman.

Yes, that’s right! I was cosplaying Slendy himself!!! I was actually a perfect fit as I was a staggering 8 feet tall, I was fairly skinny just like the Slender himself and honestly… not to toot my own horn, but… I make this suit look good. Though there was a key part I was missing was… well it was the tie. Yes that nice black tie that almost no one aside from the hardecore Creepypasta fans would notice… unfortunately, I am a hardecore fan and I wouldn’t stop kicking myself for forgetting a key piece of Slenderman. It’s one of the two reasons I have almost… five, $600 in my wallet currently, the second being to buy a knife to complete Jeff’s cosplay and a separate reason is to buy some other random souvenirs from different fandoms. If you’re wondering about my age, I’m 24.

“Hmm?” I hummed to myself as I caught something out of the corner of my eye. “Hey, Jeff.” I said, getting my brother’s attention.

“Yeah Serif?” He asked looking up at me.

“Look over there.” I pointed out to him, pointing towards a particularly shady looking stall with dozens, and I do mean dozens of items from several different fandoms.

“Oh damn!” Jeff exclaimed, looking at the stall. “C’mon, let’s go see what they have!” He grinned excitedly.

Rolling my eyes, I sighed before smirking and following my little brother towards the stall. After arriving at the stall, the two of us looked over the many wares which laid on the two tables; I noted several iconic items from different fandoms, of which there was the Master Sword which Link from Legends of Zelda wields alongside his shield, there was Crescent Rose which was Ruby’s beloved Sniper Scythe from the animated web series called RWBY. Others included, a group of six Poke Balls whereas one of them was in the form of a Cherish Ball with its orangish red main coloring and black accents, there was additionally a familiar pair of white gloves with an Alchemy Symbol on the back of the hands of them; they were the Ignition Cloth Gloves of Roy Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist. Looking over to the opposite side of the table I smirked slightly as I recognized the Peacekeeper and Duster hat of Jesse McCree from Overwatch, before turning my attention to the very middle of the table and seeing Jeff’s eyes widen with almost literal stars growing in them as he and I both saw what we wanted.

Laid flat and neatly in the middle of the table, was a slightly shiny and inky black tie. I rubbed my neck around my collar and felt that aside from my dress shirt, there was nothing else hanging on it. I needed that tie to complete my Slenderman cosplay and I was going to buy it. Though, laying directly beside the inky black tie I needed was a beautifully designed kukri which had a fair tanned white grip, and from the hilt of the blade to near the end of the beautifully engraved blade was a serrated edge. The sides of the blade were engraved with brilliant details of roses and other such flowers and the blade itself looked brilliantly sharp, razor, and cunning.

“Ah, I see you’ve taken a liking to some of my wares.” A rough and sombre yet kind but mischievous voice resonated from behind the stall.

Looking down slightly, I saw that there was a man dressed up as the Merchant from Resident Evil 4 standing there, a grin plastered onto his face. I went to answer when I felt my brother nudge me on the elbow, causing me to look down at him in slight confusion. Jeff pointed to something and following the trail, I was led to a sign that read: “All Items Must Be Bought In Character”. Looking back down and nodding to Jeff, I turned my head back to the Merchant and eerily pointed towards the inky black tie which laid in front of me and caught a glance of the Cherish Ball which was to the side of the tie before pointing towards that as well.

“So, boss here would like the tie and the Cherish Ball while I’ll take the kukri right here along with that Poke Ball.” Jeff told the Merchant in his best Jeff The Killer voice.

“Alright, that’ll be… how about, $100? Does that sound good?” He told us.

I had to do a double take before looking at the Merchant with a quirked eyebrow. That was incredibly cheap for a price on those four items, especially the kukri with how good of a design it was. I wasn’t going to complain about it though, so I reached into my inner suit pocket and pulled out my wallet before opening it and grabbing $100, holding it out to the Merchant who gladly took it. I looked down and watched as the Merchant handed my brother the kukri and his Poke Ball, before picking up my new tie and my Cherish Ball and handing them to me as I placed my wallet back into my inner pocket. After getting a hold of the tie, I placed my new Cherish Ball in my pants pocket before tying the tie around my neck in a formal way and tightly placing it to where the bottom of the tie was laid flat against my dress shirt. The tie from what I felt was made finely with great care and an artisan’s touch, whereas everything felt amazingly perfect and my mind was eased as the tie completed my look.

Smirking, I went to turn around and face my brother only to hear a loud thump against the ground as my brother’s body hit the floor. Obviously worried I went to go and check on him when a massive wave of nausea rammed into my body and it felt as if I was going to faint which I likely was. Groaning slightly I stumbled backwards before grabbing my head and trying to shake the nausea off, that didn’t work as another wave of intense nausea slammed into me a second time which succeeded with its goal and caused me to fall to my knees before falling face first into the floor. Or at least I thought it would be the floor, but really I fell face first into what I could make out of the light and green texture that was grass, the last thing I was able to see was the white figure of my brother Jeff holding both his kukri and his new Poke Ball tightly in his hands, in the same position I was… face first on the ground. Then, just as I felt the grassy texture against my face, darkness overtook my vision and I fell unconscious.

Author's Note

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