Sexual Offenderman short story-what have you done?

this fic is based off of this image redpool1.deviantart.com/art/Wh… made by redpool1. unfortunately it's not quite true to her characters i included, so there might be an updated version after ive had a chance to talk with the artist redpool1.


The shock was unbearable; he had never felt so cold, months of work lost, many months more of enjoyment he will never be able to experience…
Nobody get’s away with killing what belongs to him except him.
His expression of shock slowly turned into a snarl, his face contorting into a look of pure rage, his body beginning to shake with fury and shift fluidly into a more monstrous form, brilliant white tentacles whipping out from his back with enough force to cause a sound like the crack of a whip, before shooting out at the interloper with the force enough to pierce steel, though the boy easily teleports out of the way a few feet to the left of the deadly tentacles, looking mockingly at his father; but he doesn’t expect when the tentacles are suddenly teleported directly into his body.
Though no pain was felt from it, so he just stood there for a moment, looking down at the white tentacles sticking through his chest with a mix of confusion and surprise, although all that changed when the tentacles tips sticking out the other end of them wrapped around his chest once with bone crushing tightness, pinning the boys arms to his sides before stabbing themselves back into KS’s spine with great speed, forcing out a roar of pain from the young half-slender, which worsened when the tentacles grew thinner and longer into his back, wrapping around his bones with unbearable blinding pain.
He tried to teleport away or summon his own stinger tipped tentacles, but that only caused a slight distortion across the two of them for the fleetest of moments, an overpowering wave of rage radiating from his father crushing Ks’s own ability’s, before the tentacles holding him suddenly slammed him into the wall beside him, breaking all the way through and out to the other side, into the kitchen, with Smexy teleporting into the room after him, his size having doubled, and stretched to monstrous proportions filling the room.
His teeth Bared in in a berserker snarl laced with inky black blood that had begun to drip from his terrifying maw, with the skin over his eyes threatening to split wide open also beginning to leak jet black blood from the small tears forming over his sockets, with tens of white tentacles whipping about around him like a nest of angry serpents.
The few impaled on the young slender still held him up in the air for a moment, before some spares whipped towards the kitchen stove, wrapping around the appliance and ripping it from the wall, throwing it across the room with tremendous force, causing it to embed itself  in the opposite wall with a loud “crunch!”, before KS is slammed into the space left from the now missing stove, while Smexy crouched down closer to his son. Through the haze of pain, KS can hear a hissing sound beside him, and picks up the sulfurous smell filling the room, gas.
Looking blearily in front of him, he see’s his mad father reaching into his coat, causing his panic to rise even further, reaching record levels when he see’s the shiny surface of a lighter held in his father’s hand.
You will burn alongside my girls you stupid little shit.
Dad, no, please…. I didn’t..
KS say’s through a strangled sob.
He leans in closer, face to face with his terrified son, each looking back at one another in a long, tense moment.
The fuck did you expect son.
He flipped open the lighter and struck the flint, sending a massive explosion of fire through the house, the whole thing going up in smoke in an instant, quickly becoming a raging inferno while the Slenderman watched contently from a distance.
Before long the house collapsed on itself, the flames beginning to die down, when a skeletal black clawed hand burst through the rubble and dragged the hulking figure of the bulky slender out from underneath the still burning wood, flesh and skin healing to its previous state and crispy tentacles retracting into his body. He could feel the corpse of his son turn to ash as he retracted the tentacles that had once pierced his sons chest back into his back, as he simultaneously pulled the charred remains of his coat from the rubble, which also seemed to be healing to its former state as he slung it back around his shoulders and looked up to stare down his taller, thinner brother who stood a safe distance from the still burning house, Smexys face remaining blank for a moment, before a cruel vengeful smile tore across his face that said
Its time to return the favor… brother.
Before disappearing, having teleported away.
Slenderman, feeling pleased with himself, gathered up his own proxies, moving them to a safe area and then waiting for his depraved brother to show up to attempt to murder his own proxys in retaliation, but as time went on, and the crazed slender still had not appeared.
The operator became increasingly uneasy at this, knowing that perhaps he was simply waiting for slenderman to drop his guard before slaughtering his servant’s, but before long he decided to quickly enlist the help of Splendorman to guard his proxys while he tracked down this unstable creation of Splendy himself, however in going to find Splendorman, he hadn’t expected to find Smexy instead. A sadistically grinning Smexy, drenched not in human blood, but in that of another slender, two other slenders to be precise.
Just you and me left brother.
The grinning slender said in a disturbingly ordinarily smartass tone while Slenderman stands speechless, the impact of the fate of his brothers sinking in.
How’s it feel to have your brothers dead at the hands of your own grandson? I guess I wouldn’t know, all I’ve got are a bunch of dead chums and a dead son, but hey, we both know that brat was dead to me the moment he decided to take orders from you.
They were your brothers too.
Really? I hadn’t noticed.
he responds spitefully.
But how could you….
I killed my own kid, you think I couldn’t kill my quote unquote “Dad”? I’d do the same for you, but we both know that’s not gonna happen, now don’t we?
Slenderman doesn’t respond to that.
Just gonna be you all by your lonesome again, just like the good old days right? But hey, maybe one day you could even start over with a new bunch of slenders, unlike me, you made damn sure of that. And even when I could through some dumb luck loophole, but you wouldn’t even let me have that would you? Still, we wouldn’t want the slender line to end with me, so go ahead, I won’t stop you. Why risk us both dying in a fight? Come on. Do it you skinny sack of shit. You’re probably the only one who can.
The Slenderman stands there, staring down at his shorter, blood-soaked brother, who was breathing heavily through his shit eating grin and staring down the older brother with his cocksure attitude, not even bothering to extend his uniquely simple white tentacles in attack or defense, just staring down fear and death itself with nothing but relentless white-hot moxie, just as he always has, through every stupid, inconsiderate, disrespectful act he’s done in the face of his older brother The Slenderman, until almost all torture’s the world had to offer became inconsequential to the mad lustful creature that stood before him. And there was only one thing that could be done to a creature that doesn’t fear pain or death.
…No.
His smile faltered as the tall, thin slender being, decked out in a sharp black suit, with shiny black shoes and a matching black tie, jet-black tendrils reaching from his back and splitting like tree branches behind him, and with a pale white face, blank of any features or expression, turned away from him, as if to leave.
It’s crueler to let you live.
And he teleported away.



Greif-stricken roars echoed through the beautiful tree’s surrounding the soft flowery meadows of what was once the Splendormans home, those same tree’s coming crashing down under the rage of the creature making the cry’s, while all the animals in the area drop dead from the terrible energy it gives off in its rage, amplified and extended in great pulses with each pained roar. Birds dropping from the sky, bugs and squirrel’s and such dropping from the tree’s to twitch feebly of the ground, their body’s so overloaded with adrenaline and other pleasure causing chemicals that their hearts rip themselves apart in their chests, muscles tear themselves to pieces in terrible spasms and lungs and other organs simply fail under the strain as in their final moment their nervous systems are sent haywire with unfathomable pleasure. Until before long the only living things for miles are the plants, at least, the ones that escaped it’s wrath, but unsatisfied in destroying plants and the small animals that surround it, he moves on in search of bigger game, cutting a swath of unnatural death in its path, and instinctually heading back to the crowded, tightly packed city’s it calls home.
Soulless, glowing pink eyes staring unblinkingly forward as it heads towards the slight taste in the air of the human pollution it had become so accustomed to over the years. Not having the comprehension to realize it can simply teleport to its destination, no longer being connected to any worried proxy minds to help bring him back to lucidity, just a massive, tentacled, bleeding, four legged form with a pair of burning pink eyes trudging through the wilderness under a shower of dead and dying animals, and a promise of unprecedented slaughter when it reaches its destination, wherever that may be.