Sexual Offenderman (tumblr) Role Play #7

Shannon, (who’s a female slender) milled around her home, locking up and turning things off for the night. She wasn’t used to this home; only having been there a few nights.
A yawn left her, hands on her protruding pregnant stomach. She was hiding, knowing that she wasn’t safe in her old home or anywhere near it.

Walking silently through the deep part of Shannon’s silent forest, her ex husband Tristan breathed angrily; his long, sharp blade in his hand. Fury pumped through his veins, having learnt that Smexy had impregnated Shannon and failed to hold up his end of the deal, having promised to kill them should anything like this happen. Stepping over a few final fallen branches, Tristan hid in the shadows, his pupils slit and focused in the dull light. He waited patiently, listening closely for the sign of his ex-lover to go to bed before sneaking in.

Shannon huffed tiredly, waddling towards her room. She had a cup of tea, sipping every once in a while. Her bed was inviting, her body quickly slipping under the covers. Her fingers slipped under one if the pillows, fingers stroking the cold blade there.

Hearing her slip into her bed, Tristan teleported into the house. He hid in the shadows along the hallway, his black suit disguising his pale body. Watching her closely and silently, he awaited the moment for her to lower her guard, fingers gripping the blade’s handle tightly.

Everything was nice. She laid back against some pillows, sighing. She let her eyes slide closed, her body falling lax.

Tristan sat on the drawers opposite Shannon’s bed and examined the blade, not making a sound. His breathing was deep, thinking about what he was going to do….what he had to do.

Shannon laid still, her breathing shallow. She shifted comfortably, snuggling the blankets placed over her stomach.

Deciding to let her know of his presence, Tristan ran a claw up his blade. The sound of a blade being sharpened was loud in the silent room, and Tristan’s eyes stood out in the darkness.

Shannon startled from her sleep, sitting up and looking around. It wasn’t hard to notice a pair of eyes looking down at her. Her fingers slid under her pillow, clutching her knife lightly.

Tristan watched Shannon, the moonlight now hitting his legs so the rest of his figure could be seen. “…..Oops. Didn’t mean to wake you”, he said darkly.

Shannon frowned, looking up at him. “Get out.” She growled loudly, her body tense.

“Like that’s going to make me leave. And I’m not leaving until I finish what I came here for”, Tristan said, standing up and letting his blade appear in the moonlight, the surface glinting lightly.

“I don’t care what you think you have to do… I’m not letting you do it. Leave. Now. Get the fuck out if my house.” She stood, a few of her tendrils snaking from her back.

“No. Smexy and I had a deal. He failed to hold up his part of it, so I’m doing mine”, he growled deeply, pointing the blade at her neck. He smiled darkly, standing in front of her. “Now…are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?”

Shannon let her tendrils hover in front of her, holding her knife  tightly. “Don’t touch me… I’m not afraid to hurt you Tristan.”

“I know you’re not afraid to hurt me. And I’m not afraid to hurt you”, he growled, his tendrils unfurling. With one quick movement, his own tendrils restrained Shannon’s, and he lunged forward, pinning her to the floor with his tendrils. He looked at the knife in her hand and shook his head, letting out a sigh as he wrestled it out of her grip.

Shannon yelled in pain when her back hit the floor. “N-no!” She struggled under him, one of her hands coming up to connect with his jaw.

Tristan grunted as her hand hit his jaw, immediately growling afterwards. Restraining her fully with all of his tendrils, he removed the clothing from her belly, pointing the blade at the bulge.

Shannon kicked furiously, crying loudly. “Tristan please! I-it’s not their fault! Don’t do it!” Tears ran down her face, her begging continuing.

“No, it isn’t their fault. It’s yours, and they’re paying for it”, he said, deeply, digging the blade into Shannon’s flesh a little, breaking the skin. He sat on her legs, preventing her from kicking about. “The less you move, the less it is going to hurt”

Shannon squirmed, crying out when he cut into her. “Please Tristan… Don’t do this… You can hurt me after they’re born… I don’t want them to die please!!” title

*suddenly, the air seemed to get much heavier, and there’s a sudden roar, followed by a crash and splintering of wood as a number of white tentacles shot through the wall behind Tristan  wrapping around him and then yanking him through the wall.
He catches a glimpse of the furious snarl of Sexual Offenderman as he sails through the air, his hand reaching out to catch on Tristan’s neck as he passed by and letting the momentum cause it to rip open under his claws, before teleporting them both away before Tristan even had a chance to hit the ground, instead seamlessly moving from Shannon’s house, to someplace else, with Tristan hitting sharp lumpy rocks instead of wood floor, and Smexy immediately crouching over him and pinning him in place, a terrifying snarl on his face.
It took him a split second to realize where Smexy had taken him, with the intense heat and orange glow being his first clue. Smexy had just teleported them to the edge of a literal river of lava, and was holding Tristan’s head over the river’s edge, which sloshed and flowed a few feet below them; and the heat, it was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He had barely been in this position for a second, and already he could feel his head, neck, and shoulders being burnt to a blackened crisp, with the rest of him being literally cooked alive just from being this close to the lava. He knew knew that Smexy must have been getting cooked alive too, though he refused to show it, instead roaring at Tristan*
YOU STUPID FUCKING PRICK!!!!!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING!!! I WAS HANDLING IT JUST FINE UNTIL YOU DECIDED TO GO AND JUMP THE GUN!!!!!!! I ONLY KNEW ABOUT HER BEING PREGNANT FOR ABOUT TWO FUCKING DAYS, AND YOU KNOW WHAT,

YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT OUR FUCKING DEAL WAS!!!!!!!!!!!

THAT “I” WOULD DO IT!!! AND THAT A “WOULDN’T DO A ” FUCKING!!” HACK-JOB WITH IT”!!!!!!!!!

BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…..

YOU HAVE TO BE A COMPLEATE IDIOT AND TRY TO DO IT YOURSELF!!! WITHOUT COMING TO ME AT ALL!!!!!!!!!

I WOULD HAVE EXPLAINED EVERYTHING TO YOU JUST FINE IF YOU HAD THE BRAINS TO FUCKING TRUST ME ON THIS!!

WHEN HAVE I EVER NOT TRIED TO DO RIGHT BY YOU HUH!!!

I FUCKING STOOD UP FOR YOU!!! I TRIED TO MAKE FRIENDS!!! AND I WAS WILLING TO KILL MY OWN CHILDREN FOR YOUR OWN PETTY DESIRES!!!!

Tristan hissed loudly at Smexy, before freeing his legs and kicking the other male off. He screeched in pain, his head and shoulders burnt from the lava. Standing up and moving away from the burning material, his red eyes locked onto Smexy, growling deeply. “It took you two days to get the balls to do it. I’ve known for a few hours and I’ve done more than you have”, he hissed, screeching again from the burns. His blood flowed down his back, making his jacket stick to his skin.

No,*he spat back at him* I had the balls to fucking wait, Despite the fact that you might go and pull a stunt like this and try to find a way to make her sanity not snap like a motherfucking twig when her kids are murdered, and guess what? I FOUND A FUCKING WAY TO LET A MOTHER BE OKAY WITH LOSING HER KIDS!! AND IT ONLY TOOK ME TWO FUCKING DAYS TO FIGURE IT OUT!!!!

“Well why don’t you hurry up and get to it, then?!”, Tristan hissed, teleporting himself back to Shannon’s house. Back where it was incredibly cooler, he moaned loudly in pain, the burns on his head and upper back still sizzling lowly. In an attempt to stop his skin from cooking as he stood, Tristan clawed at the skin and found the bathroom, turning on the water and pouring it over the burns slowly.

“You shouldn’t claw at them…” Shannon stood in the doorway, her hands running along her stomach. She walked up to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the toilet and pushing him down on it. “Be grateful I don’t hold grudges.” ,she hissed, glaring down at him. She sliced open the skin in her wrist, letting her blood drip on his burns, which would speed up the healing process considerably due to the healing ability’s it possessed.

Tristan hissed and pulled away from Shannon, wiping her blood off his burns. His attempts to ease the pain had been messy, blood splattered over the walls and the sink now black instead of the bright white it had been. He took off his jacket and threw it to the floor, his shirt underneath covered in the inky black substance.

She sighed, turning towards the bathtub. She turned on the water, moving back towards Tristan. “Am I going to have to force you in?”

“Yes, you are”, he growled. Taking off his burnt and blood-stained shirt, he grabbed a nearby towel and wet it in the bathtub, slinging it over his neck and shoulders. Wanting to get away before he was forced into the bath, Tristan moved out of the bathroom, walking out into the dark lounge room and hiding in the shadows.

She rolled her eyes, walking after him. “Hiding in my home will not help you Tristan.” She flipped a switch, the lights around the house turning on. “I got a master switch for a reason. Why do you think I use this as a safe house?”

Tristan was sitting on the couch with his back to Shannon, his eyes closed and teeth clenched in pain. Blood and water dribbled down his back slowly. “Hiding makes me feel better when I’m wounded, to be honest”, he said lowly.

Shannon walked over to him, placing a hand over his arm. “Come on…” She tugged him up, heading back towards the bathroom.

Tristan growled and pulled his arm away, groaning in pain as he moved suddenly.

Shannon rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Just come on! You need help. It’ll get infected.”

”So what if it gets infected”, he hissed, looking up at her. His eyes looked angry, but they were clouded with pain.

“…Why do you insist on acting do vulgar towards me? What have I done?”, she asked, her expression confused.

“Gotten pregnant. What do you think Shannon?”, Tristan spat, his blood dripping off onto the couch.

“Did you think I want this, Tristan? Did you think I asked for this? Why is my suffering not enough? Why can you just leave me be? You’re the one who wanted us to stop being together, so why are you butting into my life again?”

“You did ask for it actually. ASKING Smexy to have sex with you then not bothering to come to me made this happen, and it’s your fault. If you had used your fucking brain and came to me, I could have given you the pill that would have prevented all of this from happening, no questions asked, and we could have been happily sleeping in our beds right now. But no, of course you didn’t. You NEVER think Shannon, and others pay for your mistakes”, Tristan hissed, standing up and growling.

”Why should I come to you! All you would have done was put me down and make me feel like an idiot! All I wanted was a bit of happiness after a shitstorm! I didn’t want to come to you! I didn’t want to see you! I don’t care why you think of me! I don’t care if you think I Make mistakes. It none of your business anymore what I do! I want to do what I want to do. Stay out of my life and worry about living yours.”

“Yes, I would have put you down and made you feel like an idiot. But I still would have given you the pill that could have prevented all of this. It’s either you come with me and I surgically remove the babies, or let Smexy do it himself. You hear that asshole? You’d better hurry up before I do it myself!”, Tristan growled, shouting the last part while scanning the room.

*however his threat was met only with silence, which was broken as Shannon began to speak*

“I’m not getting rid of them. I’ve already talked to Smexy and we know what will most likely happen… Just butt out of it.”

“You’re getting rid of them either way. We made a deal, and I made him swear to do it”, Tristan growled.

“They will probably kill each other! Ok? Are you happy? They’ll take care of themselves! Is that good enough? Or should I just throw myself down a flight of stairs? Take them out right now and neither of you will have to do anything!”

“I’m offering a painless way to do it! I can put you to sleep for a few hours and cut them out and sew you back up, nothing more. Like it never happened!”  Tristan shouted, crying out in pain when he moved his arms suddenly.

“I said no! Just fucking leave me alone!” She pushed past him, storming out of her home and into the surrounding forest.

Tristan followed her using a tendril to stop her in her tracks. “Shannon, it was a DEAL. And I want it done right NOW!” he said, hissing in pain.

“You can’t always have what you want! This isn’t your world. Your actions will not just affect you! What about me? Have you ever thought about what this would do to me? Do you not know how detrimental it is for a mother to lose a child, even if it is her choice? Obviously not.” She pulled away from him, growling.

Tristan had enough, pulling out a hidden needle he had secured in his pocket. Taking off the cap, he jabbed it into her arm and injected the contents in a split second. Waiting for the anesthetic to take effect, Tristan held the wet towel to his burns, groaning.

Shannon cried out, pulling the needle out. She began to run, coaxing the drug through her veins faster. Her movements became sluggish, slowing her down. “Y-you fuck-king…”

*having had enough watching them Smexy suddenly appeared beside her, and teleported her to hylo before re-appearing to stare down Tristan*

Tristan growled down at Smexy, baring his teeth. “Right now. Either you do it, or I do it and nobody else gets hurt. You can tear them out, or I can cut them out safely with no harm done to Shannon”

“You really need to learn the definition of harming someone. Which Is why I wanted to talk to you in the first place. As far as she’s concerned, they aren’t my kids. They belong to her, and I’m just some guy who’s expected to babysit occasionally, that is her mentality going into this, and it will have all the mental scarring as if I were to go and murder your kids right now.
you will never be forgiven for that, and at this point, with all the fuss you’ve made over it, if I were to kill them now, only you would take the blame for it, which defeats the purpose of trying to make sure she won’t look on your children with resentment, because you refused to let her make her own mistake.
You want her to learn? This is not how you do it. This is how you drive her to an early grave, despite the fact that she could have thousands of years ahead of her.
I mean you’re supposed to be thousands of years old yourself, and you’re telling me you can’t wait six months to see if they’re actually worth killing? Hell, you could be stopping the biggest cockblock in history before they’re even born! That sort of thing happens all the time with my brothers; we have a tendency to make our polar opposites. I practically went into this expecting my kids to end up killing me, that’s why I agreed to go along with your ridiculous vendetta against me, because chances are, I might end up making some perfect little angel, who surprise surprise, hates their father and want’s me dead. Not only would you be denying me a swarm of little monsters to play with, since I’m pretty sure she’s having triplets, but you’d also be denying me the chance at a pretty ironic death. And don’t give me any shit about you killing me being a good death.”

“I’ve made my decision, and I’m going through with it. Besides, only three clumps of cells will be removed. Kill my children, then I die, followed by Daikray, then Mircea, and finally, Mal. You really want that?” Tristan hissed.
*a creepy grin split across smexy’s face at the thought*
“Really? So I could wipe out the lot of you easy as that?”

“And get a whole load of shit on yourself.” Tristan snapped back “Either that, or you have a bunch of Volanoid tearing up your ass. I grew up with the Volanoid, which makes me one of them. Their laws apply to me. And one of them is that if you are the cause of death to a certain individual, the punishment for it is death.”

“So I’d have to kill a few Volanoid’s whenever I hung around in Australia, big deal. It was my understanding that there weren’t many left anyway, so I doubt it would be a problem for very long. After all, look what holding you over a river of lava did for your complexion, you know how easy it would have been to just teleport you a few feet lower, and have you be immediately turned to some ash and steam? What defense does your people have against me? When I could just teleport a few pebbles into their brain from miles away.
Heh heh heh… you wanna threaten me you’d better make damn sure you can actually kill me, because all this talk of causing the extinction of an entire sentient race is making me feel, how should I put this, considerably less diplomatic.
Although extinction is a bit wasteful don’t you think? I bet I could convince some of the ones left to be my floozy’s. Heh, if you really think about it, I win either way. But still, far be it for me to deny you a choice, so let me spell it out for you.
Let them live, and I could get to play with kids who could actually call me daddy. Kill them, and I get to kill everyone else.
Heh heh heh.. Man, you’re making this hard for me buddy. I hadn’t really thought much about just taking the psycho route. Too busy thinking of names for the kids that were anagrams of more… ‘Interesting words’ I suppose. Although I actually kind of like that idea, has a real air of conquest about it.”

Tristan seemed to want to tear Smexy apart after hearing those words. “You fucking….”, he hissed through gritted teeth. He breathed heavily, his eyes burning into Smexy. “Just let me cut out the fucking fetuses, then I’ll be on my merry way.
I can’t believe you just threatened the Volanoid like that……and if you’re so worried about her dying about it, why not just wipe her memory like any other Slender would?”

“Doesn’t work well on other slenders. Plus she’d be surrounded by those obnoxious little anons who would constantly remind her of it. We aren’t the only ones who knew she was pregnant  remember.”

“…Just let me…fucking…take them out. It’ll be better than her giving birth and me having to kill them then.”

*a big smile stretched over Smexys face* “What, don’t like killing little kids? That seems kinda odd for a slender. Wouldn’t you rather have them looking up at you, all frightened and confused, maybe even crying, before snapping their necks? Course since they’re my kids you’d probably have to do a lot more than that to take them out. After all, I don’t really have a spine to snap, so the kids might not either. Maybe toss them in a fire and make sure they can’t crawl their way out, that would probably do it.”

“Can I just get rid of them now? I’d rather do that. She’s most likely asleep right now. Shannon will feel no pain, and she won’t suffer physically”, Tristan growled, his blood dribbling down his bare chest and arms slowly.

“Oh I dropped her someplace where she’d be noticed pretty fast. Probably have to start a hell of a fight just to get to her now. I mean infanticide isn’t a very popular act, even in hylo. I doubt whoever finds her would be very happy with you trying to kill her unborn children.”

“I don’t care, I want them gone”, Tristan growled. “Just tell me now…..either you do it yourself, or I’ll do it. I need to get home and heal these fucking burns before they get infected”

“Sure there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?” *smexy said casually*

“No, I’ve decided on what I want”, Tristan said, flicking some of his blood off his hand. “You can try, but I doubt you’ll convince me”

*a few white tentacles snaked from Smexys back as he asked again* “You positive? You’re absolutely sure there’s nothing I could do to convince you?”

Tristan growled. “Don’t you dare touch me”

“One last chance. Give up now or face the consequences of your… Mistake.”

“I haven’t made any mistake. It’s Shannon who made the mistake”

*Smexy gave a slight shrug* “Suit yourself.” *before he teleports away, but then suddenly teleports back closer to him*
“Wait a minute wait a minute. One last thing, then you’re free to go.”

Tristan growled. “What did you do?”

“Nothing… yet.”
*he places a hand on Tristan’s shoulder and teleports them both away. Tristan suddenly finds himself in a pitch black room, his wrists and ankles bound to the wall by what felt like metal shackles. The lights flicker on and he sees Smexy taking a few steps back from him, the room being rather large, but exceptionally plain, consisting of only concrete walls and a large metal door at the far end. With a smug look on his face, Smexy put his hands in his pockets, then looked back at the door slightly and gave off a loud whistle. There’s a patter of approaching feet as an anon sprints towards them, quickly entering the room and jogging up next to Smexy to look at Tristan*
Anon: so you finally decided to take one huh?
Smexy: Nah, this guy’s just been trying to kill my kids.
Anon: wait, you actually got someone pregnant?
Smexy: I know right!
*he turns his attention back to Tristan *
“Anyway, I’ll just explain this to you now. Those shackles are inescapable, and you can’t use any of your ability’s that might hurt you, or me, or let you escape while you’re wearing them, capeech?”

Tristan growled and tugged on the shackles. “Let me go you ASSHOLE! Don’t you dare lay a finger on me, or you’re dead!” he said darkly, his eyes glowing.

“Go ahead and grumble all you want. You’re still not getting out of those things. They’re one of those magic anon items. Reality doesn’t really apply when you’re in them. You just have to follow the rules, and there’s nothing you can do about it. It’s amazing the kind of things the magic anons will whip up for you if you bother asking them for it.”

“Let me go”, he hissed. “What do you want from me?”, he asked with a growl, his blood covered chest much more visible from this position, still a steady trickle from the wounds across his head and back.

“Oh, It’s simple. I might not be able to mess with Shannons head and get away with it, but I can mess with yours.”

“You still won’t get away with it” he growled back.

“And why not?”

“Because you won’t get away with it, simple as that. There are others out there who will get you for it.” he hissed, looking to the anon, then back at Smexy.

“Oh really? All I’m gonna do is stop you from killing my kids. You honestly think people are going to give a flying fuck if you are forced to have a change of heart? Long as I don’t do anything else that anyone knows about then I’m golden.”

“If you make me go insane from it, yes…”

“Now Why would I do that? No, I’m just gonna make it so that if it doesn’t work, and you do go back to trying to kill the kids again, at least without my… actually let’s make this more interesting, SHANNONS permission, then you’ll die too, which will be in effect until they’re more or less adults.
*he turned to the anon beside him*
Anon, make it so.

Anon: M!A: until the children are grown, if Tristan kills any of Smexy’s kids without his ex-wife Shannon’s permission, then he will die as well.

“Meh, good enough. So you still want to kill her kids?”

Tristan pulled on the chains a little, a growl coming from him. He simply glared at Smexy, his red eyes appearing to become relaxed.

Hmmm.. you seem a bit better, but I want to hear you say it, Say that you don’t want to kill her kids anymore.

“Let me go first”

“How dense do you think I am? You wanna pummel me you can do it after swearing not to kill her kids.”

“Do I look like I want to or….can.. pummel you right now?”, Tristan said, gesturing to the blood dribbling down his torso from his back.

“That’s nothing. try getting nailed to a wall for days and then having to rip yourself off of it, only to immediately have to fight for your life. I managed to still put up a hell of a fight despite being full of huge bleeding holes, you honestly expect me to believe that a little burn would be enough to stop you?”

Tristan sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. I won’t kill your…kids”

“Guess that’s good enough.”

*he snaps his fingers and the shackles come loose*

Tristan stumbled a bit when he hit the ground, then flexed his arms and held the wet towel over his burns. After a few seconds, he stood up straight and looked back at Smexy. “You are an asshole, but you could prove useful.”

“Story of my life.”
*he responded a little bit harshly*

Tristan chuckled, folding his arms. He then looked at the anon and glared at it. “Out”, he ordered.

“Doesn’t really matter anyway, but if you insist.”
*he shooed the anon away with one hand, who gave a small smirk, but still turned around and left the room.*

“So…”, Tristan started, walking around Smexy. “…What are you going to name them?”

“I’d have to see what they’re like first. If I think they fit the bill then I’ll give them a title like mine or my brother’s. Shannon can give them their real names, and if they don’t fit any particular title, then that would be the name they would keep.”

“Fair enough”, he said, stopping in front of Smexy. “…You’ve got one last chance to impress me, and get me to like you. If I’m impressed, you earn my trust. If not…well, we’ll get to that later”.

“Alright, I’ll give it a shot.”

“You have one week. I want something simple, but effective. I could use with some good stress-relief”

“What do you mean by that. Like a massage? Or big game hunting?…. baby seal cuddling? Should I get you a bag of kittens or something?”

“Here’s a good hint…”, he started, giving Smexy a pat on the shoulder before walking to the door. “…it’s your profession”, he said lastly, before disappearing with a small light.

*Smexys smile got huge at the words, positively giddy at the thought, I mean sure that had been the first thing his perverted mind had jumped too, but it felt that much more satisfying to hear Tristan say it instead.
Still he figured he’d better stalk Shannon for a little while just in case, and let Tristan have some time to nurse his wounds, since he figured the slender would rather take care of it himself rather than have Smexy just lick the wounds closed and then get straight to fucking
still he spent the rest of the evening happily pondering the events of the day, and what exactly he would do to the older slender when the time finally came to act, and he could hardly wait.*