Creepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth - Part 1

Creepypasta: The Serpent and the Myth
Part 1

The serpent was uncoiling.

She had been sated now and again, each time in blood and blood only. The serpent was itself a monster within a monster. And her rage had until now been largely impotent, being contained from the world as a whole by a twofold cage.
And still, the serpent was uncoiling, always seething, straining to breach the walls of her prison.




“Daddy…” a bleary-eyed Ally mumbled as she half-stepped, half-fell out of bed.

She had spoken more out of reflex than anything else, since it would be odd if her adoptive father of sorts was standing over her bed at this hour of the night. And indeed, he wasn’t. Grabbing a candle from her nightstand and one of her favourite voodoo dolls from beside her pillow, she began wandering the halls of the abandoned asylum. Ally checked several rooms before she realized that she had been searching through High Voltage’s usual haunts, not the Slenderman’s. Sleep could do funny things to a person’s head.

Ally wandered outside through the large and thoroughly busted double doors at the front of the institution. The brisk night air made her shiver quite a bit since she was still wearing nothing but her typical nightgown, normally relying on several woolen blankets to keep the cold at bay at night. Ally squeezed the voodoo doll close to her in a one-armed hug, making her way into the forest surrounding the asylum.

At one of the forest’s many piles of stones marking the position where two or more ley lines intersected she found him. The Slenderman, Der Ritter, the being of a million other names acquired over a million other years. He was huddled in a fetal position at the base of the stack of rocks, in his typical “inert” state he used when not actively Slenderwalking or stalking those foolish enough to ignore the old tales about this place.

This place, where legends walked and all else lay buried.

“Daddy? I had a bad dream” Ally said in an unceremonious break of the crystalline silence, before adding “It’s the same one.”

The Slenderman unfurled his freakishly elongated arms and legs to their formidable full length. He then glided soundlessly through the air to his daughter in a stuttering pace, as though struggling with all of his supernatural power to remain fettered by this reality’s laws of physics. Der Ritter thoughtfully stroked the top of his daughter’s ghost-white hair with his misshapen hand in an imitation of a human father’s expression of affection.

“My child” he “said” telepathically, “there are things that are not for you to know. Go back to sleep. By the time you wake up you will have already forgotten it. Such is the nature of memory.”

“But I WANT to know!” Ally shouted. “Why won’t you tell me who Jonathan is? If he doesn’t exist, if I’m just dreaming about him, why is it so serious that I have dreams about him?”

“You must not confuse fantasy with reality, child” the Slenderman said. “Otherwise how would we know we had finished dreaming when we woke up?”

“You’re just dodging the question!” Ally yelled.

“Ally”. The Slenderman rarely called Ally by her first name alone.

“WHAT?” she spat.

“There are many things that you will never know. This is one of them. I am only doing this for your own good” he said as he turned away and began to hunch down again.

“Let me tell you what I’ve been worried about lately. I’m beginning to think you’re doing all this to cover for something!” Ally said, trembling with rage.

“Ally, calm down. I am not asking you, I am ordering you” the Slenderman said. The fact that he had turned back to face her indicated he was anticipating she wouldn’t listen to him at this point, though. He was correct.

A runny black liquid began to bleed profusely from her eyes and mouth, spilling all over the front of her nightgown and the ground beneath her. This was typical of her transformation into Nightmare Ally, although what occurred next was a little less typical.

Her skin began to take on a black, molted texture like a corpse in an advanced state of decay, starting at the feet and hands before quickly spreading to the rest of the body. The stitches which covered her wracked frame began to fade and disappear, before being swallowed up by a mass of scar tissue. And finally, her limbs turned completely black before her fingers and toes warped into raking talons.

The Slenderman knew this was bad, very bad. If Ally had been consumed by Nightmare Ally’s form right now that would have been bad enough, but at least he knew to some degree how to handle that beast. This was Nightmare Ally’s Berserk side, a horrifically unstable mutation of Ally’s inner monster. If she didn’t return to her regular form soon, the mutation would be fatal. And not only for Ally.

“Hey. You. Yeah, you, I don’t see any other business-suit wearing mannequins out here. Do you know what my favourite game is?” the beast said as it stared into Der Ritter’s very being with eyes of inky black.

“No” Slenderman replied. He was a bit surprised this creature was even capable of vocalizing coherent sentences.

“Jump-rope. I’m about to tear you into McNugget-sized pieces, which has nothing to do with that, but I just felt like throwing a non-sequiter in there” Berserk Nightmare Ally said before disappearing.

The Slenderman was deeply confused. Either she could run so fast that it appeared she was immaterial or-

“Behind you!” she sang while plunging all five of one of her hand’s talons through his torso, impaling his skinny frame through from side to side. The ever-composed Slenderman reasoned this meant she actually was capable now of full-power teleportation. Although he also knew he might not get a chance to observe her other abilities at this rate.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get to see them all” she giggled as she twisted her claws.

Apparently he could add a greater degree of telepathy to her list of talents.