I'm not hurt or anything. He just kind of stood there. Across the road, outside No. 27, just like Chester said. He just kinda chilled over there while some tosser in a souped-up car drove by playing shitty hip-hop music up so loud that I could hear the lyrics. Letter to people who do that everywhere- not everyone shares your music tastes. Stop being an asshole and turn the volume down.
He's not there anymore. I blinked and he wasn't there and the next second the audio distortion on my iPod went away. I stood there, went "huh" and then thanked heaven I didn't eat lunch because as one side effect of exposure to Slendy, I get kinda nauseous...
Second: put up fairy lights all over my flat today. :)
Thank heavens you're prepared for this, Viv. Too many people have been lost simply because they didn't know what they were dealing with.
ReplyDeleteWhat will you do now? Now that the Beanpole's finally showing up for you, are you sure it's a good idea to hang around in one place, around your non-infected friends no less?
Fairy lights? As in the multicolored-bulbs-on-a-string lights? Neat. Those are always great to see.
I've been reading your blog for a while now. It's great to see someone coping so well.
She's strong, Mar. Stronger than most.
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@Mar: I'm sitting on the fence with running at the moment, since if the Tulpa Effect is indeed what's holding Slendy together, the best idea is to put my sanity first. And I really don't think going on the run is really conductive to being as collected as possible.
ReplyDelete@zero: Aw shucks. That's nice of you.
I suppose you're right. But perhaps you should prepare for it, just in case? You never know, after all.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, in the event that I do need to scarper I have the resources to do so. There's a bag in my room with some cash, a change of clothes, and a kitchen knife in it, just in case I need to skip town.
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