Makael weaved through the swarm of grotesque entities. Everywhere he looked, all he could see were widely grinning abominations, knife wielding psychopaths, twisted demons, tortured souls, and of course, the occasional eldritch terror.

Mikael was at a horror convention and he was currently looking for his girlfriend. He and his girlfriend went to the con dressed as the Slenderman and sadako respectively.

Mikael loved the Slender man's character. He always preferred horror movie characters that stalk their victims and wear them down psychologically as opposed to cold, brutal murderers like Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers.

And the Slender man was everything Makael looked for in a horror movie character. He had an aura of dread surrounding him that no one else could even compare to. Even when you think he can't see you, you know in your heart that he is watching. Even if you can't see him, you know he's there. Even when you think you've escaped him, you're never really free. After that first encounter, you never ever feel that he's not there. You never feel that he's truly gone. Years may pass without an encounter but he never really leaves. From the moment you encounter him, you know that every second you draw breath is a second he allows you to live. Not out of mercy but out of cruelty. He keeps you alive to play that sick game of his. He keeps you alive for the sole purpose of torturing you. He has no eyes, but always watches.

'How the hell am I gonna find Crystal in the middle of all this?' Makael pondered, 'I told her to stick together and she agreed, but what did she do in the end? She ran off to take a photo with the bloody babadook.'

Makael looked around for about ten more minutes before deciding to try her cell. 'Even if I do see her, I probably wouldn't recognise her at all' - He thought as he took his cell phone out of his pocket - 'Around half of all the girls here came as sadako as well.'

He clicked the power button on his phone but it didn't turn on. He tried again and it didn't work. He tried again but the glow of his phone's screen never came. He then held down the power button on his phone.

"Low battery?!" Makael half whispered in annoyance. 'I was literally just using it ten minutes ago and it had over eighty percent! I made sure to charge it to a hundred before coming here! What the bloody hell is this crap?!' he thought as he fumed internally.

Makael now had two options. He could either go and look for his girlfriend and stare intently at the faces of every other girl here dressed as sadako or he could go through the stores and stuff and see if he could find something interesting to do.

Makael decided on the latter. A decision that would come to have drastic consequences.

He decided to go store by store and see if he could find something interesting.

He passed by a store selling scary costumes.

He passed by a store selling horror movies.

He passed by a store selling horror games. He passed by a store selling food.

He passed by a store selling various items and he could make out a few. Freddy Krueger's gloves, Jason Voorhees' hockey mask, The jigsaw puppet, a scream mask, a real version of the babadook story book, tentacles that looked like the Slenderman's, a few -.

Wait, back up. Tentacles. Tentacles? Tentacles! Exactly what Makael needed! He could finally complete his whole Slenderman outfit. With this, he might even win the costume of the year award! He was pretty sure the other two slendermen he passed didn't have tentacles on their backs. What are the chances of someone selling tentacles that looked attachable to his back?

It was odd for sure. What idiot company would literally manufacture tentacles for sale? Maybe it was handmade? But it looked way too realistic. Even the store was odd. Nobody else that passed by it even stole a glance at it. Nobody even looked in the store's direction or gave any indication that they even saw it. The store itself was empty which was strange considering the finely crafted and all round awesome looking things on sale.

Makael entered the store and as he did, an inexplicable chill run down his spine. The store felt… off. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was that was off, but there was definitely something strange about this store and he was sure it wasn't the fact that the way he came in was now replaced with nothing.

There wasn't a wall blocking the entrance or a black void in place of it but it was just nonexistent. It was like no matter how hard he looked he couldn't notice where he had come in, despite the entrance being right in front of him. And he didn't even notice the fact that he didn't notice where he had come in.

His eyes were locked on the set of eight tentacles that were before him. So focused on the object of his desire, Makael was, that he didn't notice the green light that flashed behind him and the figure growing in height above him.

"Seeing something we like, are we?" came a gleeful and happy sounding voice from behind Makael.

"Arggh!" Makael screamed, startled by the stranger behind him, "Jeez man, do you scare all your customers half to death like that?"

Makael turned around to find a man dressed in a polka dotted suit, with a white comedy mask with a wide grin hiding his face… if he had one, that is. The man was around seven feet tall and his height allowed him to pull off his look masterfully. His look was so realistic in fact, that for a second, Makael entertained the idea that it was actually him.

Standing in front of Makael, in all his creepy yet cheerful glory, was the Splendorman. The. Fucking. Splendorman.

"Sorry, I thought you were always watching… brother," the Splendorman replied in his ever cheerful voice.

"Hahaha, good one, brother!" the Slenderman replied awkwardly with a forced laugh. 'This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder,' Makael thought.

"So, what brings the white king himself to my humble store?" The Splendorman asked.

"Well, as you should have noticed, I have everything in my costume complete except for -"

The Splendorman cut Makael off, "Of course, the tentacles that should be on your back. Then I assume you're here for those?" the Splendorman pointed at the eight tentacles which were propped up on a rack. They were all joined together at a center point from which all the tentacles protruded. There were also two straps which would go over the wearer's shoulders so they could use it like a backpack.

"Wow, how'd you notice?" Makael said sarcastically. "Yes, how much are they? You wouldn't mind giving your brother a good price, would you?"

"Y'know, for anyone else, I would charge maybe around eighty dollars, but for you, and for you only, I'll give it to ya for fifty. Since you pull off the look so well," the Splendorman replied.

"Done!" Makael said happily.

Makael gave the money to the Splendorman and he took the tentacles off the rack.

"A perfect fit," Makael said to the Splendorman. "I reckon I could at least qualify for the best costume of the year with this," he said.

"Well, I reckon you could have if you signed up," the Splendorman replied.

"Yea, I probably coul -" wait, what? Makael cut himself off confused by the man's use of the past tense. "Wait, what do you mean I could've if I signed up?" he asked, confused.

"Enjoy your purchase, I hope it was worth it," the Splendorman replied in that same joyful tone.

Before Makael could say anything, he blacked out.

Author's Note

This chapter was all about origin stories so yeah. Don't worry, ponies will appear in the next chapter.

All criticism is both welcome and encouraged. I look forward to what you guys think of this chapter.