Monday, March 21, 2011


Stella here. This is...well, I'll keep this blog up. I don't think Vivi and Chester would have wanted me to shut it down. So here it will remain. The story of two university students from New Zealand that came across some weird shit on the internet. You got them together, you did, you helped them through this and I know they're thankful.

This account will remain open, although I have changed the password. I'll be around. I might comment occasionally, perhaps. I'll still run Stella, Searching. I'll be sure to let you know how Vivi and Chester are doing every so often, and if anyone has any questions as to their wellbeing or whatever, you can ask me using the "Talk To Me" link sitting around there somewhere.

I went into their work today. For lunch, since it's near my new workplace. They're fine. They're happy. Happier than I'd ever seen them before, in the short time I'd known them.

Their memory of me has changed. I was a friend of Vivi's in primary school who moved away and has only recently moved back. I wonder what else has changed. Who they remember, and how different what they remember is from the reality.

"Exilis Veritas". Vivi told me, a few days before H made his debut, she named the blog that because when she started all she wanted was to find out the honest truth about what He That Is was, but now it's a much bigger thing than just He That Is.

"Slender Truth".

Only a small amount of this blog is the true, unbiased, objective truth. Because this is almost a love story. Familial, platonic, romantic, simple, complex, in all it's fucked up glory. The only thing that ever motivated Vivi and Chester was love. Love for each other, for their friends and family, for their ideals, for you guys. And the whole nature of love is that it can't be rational or objective.

I sound so fucking wishy-washy. This sounded better in my head, I swear. I'm really not very good at all this emotional stuff. I'm just not used to it. I probably sound like the biggest fucking idiot since who knows when, but it's the truth. Veritas.

I received a note this morning. I've copied it all out as accurately as I can but any mistakes are excusable since that was a lot of ones and zeros.


--Two Face

Fuck you, Two Face, I don't know binary (can somebody who does translate it please?). But I know you follow the blogs. Go read what Reach has said. the deal was that you became a monster to protect your family. You're not a monster, you're human and you've never been anything different. The deal's gone, now, and you're free. You can go back to them now.

I guess this is what you could call a happy ending.

It's what they would have wanted.



  1. Hey, Stella. I translated the code. The binary turned into Two-Face's phone code:



    Theres a light at the end of the tunnel ane were walking towards it hand in hand

    Thank you vivi chess I am glad to have known you even as enemies.

    I'm glad Chester and Vivi are happy. I hope you're okay, and you don't sound like an idiot. Good luck, whatever you do.

  2. This is such good news to hear. I'm glad to know that they are doing okay. :]

  3. Don't worry, Stella you're just not used to expressing yourself yet. You'll get better at it.

    Happy ending or not, no one died. That's what they really wanted.

  4. Oh Two Face. Typical. That sea of binary translates into a couple of sentences? Lovely. here was I hoping that you might have written a nice long gushy letter about how much you love Vivi and Chester and how they have inspired you to FREAKING DECIDE WHO'S SIDE YOU ARE ON, BITCH.

    @Everybody else: Saw them again just now. They're fine. Really chirpy and happy and you could probably slice the adorableness with a knife and spread it on your toast.


  5. I know no one will see this. It hasn't been updated in nearly five years, but screw it. I'm glad they're fine. Knowing the track record of people being mind wiped and being dragged back in screaming ain't too good, but I'm hoping.
    I getting somewhere with this, honest. The fact I find most fearful is I don't know what happened to them. I don't know if they're in a ditch in a wood somewhere in NZ or if they're off making babies somewhere and generally having a good time (because everything's better with babies!). Still, I do care about you, even if you're not here. I hope you're doing all right, I hope everything's turned out well, I hope you're good. Jesus, this is mushy. I'll get outta here, I feel like I'm desecrating something here.