Talking

So I spoke to Vieve on the phone last night. Trying to get this all sorted out.

Here's a transcript:

C: Hi.

V: Hi.

C: So I take it from the lack of hurled expletives that you don't mind talking about this?

V: Right.

C: Okay, um, well-

V: You know how you keep saying we should go out for lunch sometime?

C: Yes?

V: Was that an attempt at getting me to go on a date with you?

C: Most of the time. A couple of times I offered because you were mad at me and I thought food would calm you down.

V: Har har har. You know what?

C: What?

V: If you asked straight out I might not have said no.

C: Oh. Oh. I see.

V: Have you got your glasses on?

C: Ummm, would you go out with me sometime?

V: Sure. After the Solstice so we both have some incentive to stay alive. Gotta sleep now. Night.

C: Yeah, I should probably crash too. I, uh...

V: Hm?

C: ...you.

V: Oh. I uh you too, Chester. See you.

*she hangs up*

...

...

Typical.

i don't

understand...

never have.

Things were much easier when I didn't try.

But it seems I have to, because I can't leave this alone, it'll just...niggle at me, on and on and on and all the what if's won't leave me alone, they'll keep me up at night staring at the glow in the dark stars on my ceiling with your words circling through my head over and over again

i need some tea and some time to think.

Remedy

for my own recklessness.

Vieve here.

I'M OKAY. Ish. In retrospect, what I did was extremely stupid so I am now beating myself up over it. Otherwise, I'm a little shaken and very tired and that's the only damage.

Okay, so this morning I went and did some grocery shopping, took it back to my flat, and then went for a walk. A rather long walk. I ended up in the domain, which is a half-an-hour journey by car, and then got the extremely bright idea of calling back the proxy that called me a week or so ago. Vivi fail.

I dialed the number and waited. Someone answered the phone.

G: Hello?

???:  Please wait while we put you through to an Operator.

*slightly staticy silence for a couple of seconds*

???: *Unintelligible through distortion*

*burst of static, person hangs up*

(You can see where this is going, can't you?)

It was at about this time  that I realised this was an intensely stupid idea. I stuck my phone back in my bag, got struck with a wave of nausea, looked around and lo and behold guess who was standing about three metres away in the trees?

I hefted my cricket bat, backed away slowly. I was pretty sure that if he tried something I could land a hit on him, but I wasn't sure just how effective it would be. He just stood there, his head slightly tilted, doing nothing.

After about three minutes of this something in me snapped and I yelled "Haven't you done enough, you creep?" and then ran. I know there wasn't any point running, he can follow people, he can slenderwalk, but it was better than standing there watching that blank face and those open arms.

I normally like hugs, but not from Eldritch Abominations. Especially not ones that try and off my friends.

Basically I freaked out, turned my phone off, and spent the entire day running around Auckland trying to throw it off. I didn't see it again, so I deemed it safe to go home.

I'd run, but there's little point. There's three days until the Solstice. I can last that long.

(feels like she's Tempting Fate)

By the way, Chester, I'm not mad at you for blogjacking. This is easier when there are others to talk to.

Silence like a cancer grows

Whenever I try her cellphone.

It's Chester, again. Vieve hasn't commented anywhere since this morning, she hasn't answered her home phone or texts since about 10 or 11 this morning, so she's been missing 6/7 hours. Which frankly is a little disturbing. Vieve normally updates this thing every day, every second day at the most, and she's usually very good about answering texts and calls.

The last time I spoke to her was last night. She said she was going out this morning to do some errands, taking her cricket bat then she was going to laze around for the rest of the day. Which makes the fact that she isn't answering calls very concerning.

Goddamn her, she has no idea how much she makes people worry. A spitfire she may be but some situations not even she could get out of, especially since although her tirades are fucking scary I don't think they'd do much against Slendy. Not even Slendy. The problem with humanity is that some of us don't know the line between right and wrong even if they've crossed it so hard that line is gonna need counselling for the rest of it's life.

Please, please be safe. I owe you lunch, knowing you you'll haunt me from beyond the grave until I freaking buy you lunch.

BLOGJACK

Hullo.

I don't believe any of us have met before.

As you may have guessed, this isn't Vivi (that is the cutest nickname ever) posting. This is Chester.

I'll leave that to sink in awhile.

Yes, I am capable of posting with proper grammar and capitalisation. Things have got a bit easier once I'm not staying in one place.

As dear Vivi may have told you, I am currently on the run. I've had a few run-ins with Proxies but nothing major and one brickshittingly freaky encounter with Blankie, but otherwise I'm pretty good. Missing spending four days a week at work, which is always a laugh and pays pretty well considering it's pretty good fun. I miss Vivinator especially. You don't fool me, Vieve. That's another thing that's mutual, eh?

...teasing her is no fun when I can't see the look of outrage on her face.

I just though I ought to introduce myself properly. It's only polite, seeing as I've been stalking this blog since I first left. Then I chickened out and came back and then left again. I know you all but you don't know me. It's extremely impolite really.

I'll stop lurking now. I don't think I'll get an account, but I'll comment occasionally. Might as well. I spend most of the day hanging around feeling rather bored because I don't have work and my family think I've had a bad breakup and have gone down south to visit an old school friend for a bit because I really don't want to talk about it, I thought she was really special, totally smashed up my heart, blah blah blah, will be home by christmas. A bit clumsy, but they'll buy it.

--Chester

(P.S. Vivi, Lamp Santa is cute)

And now for something completely different

Today was meant to be my day off, but Mariko has conscripted me to help her show her relatives around because I know a miniscule amount of Japanese picked up from reading my best friend's japanese textbooks and one year taking the subject at school. My grammar's pretty awful and I don't remember most of what I learnt but it's better than nothing.

Solstice is coming up. I plan to take my mind off my possible impending doom this weekend with liberal application of the most recent season of Doctor Who. And when i run out of Doctor Who, musicals. When I run out of musicals...

[DATA EXPUNGED].

With a squeaky mallet.

Okay, okay, enough shout-outs and other silly business. No sign of Slendy since I last mentioned him showing up. No proxies since the chick in the drama mask. I still have the number of the phone that called me last weekish, which I THINK was some proxy trying to fuck with my brain. I may try calling it back at some point, although that's possibly not such a good idea.

I've finished all my christmas shopping now. I've stuck all the stuff to my family under the communal tree at my Mum's place and I'll be giving my co-workers their presents next week. Before the Solstice, in case something happens to me.

That's not a very cheerful thought to end an entry on. Oh dear.

Lamp Santa!

Fixed.

--Vivi

Call Backs

I just got a call from the police back in America about Kaylee. They've considered the case closed.

They told me they never found the body. They found a body, but turned out it was not Kaylee's.

Which makes me wonder. If anyone runs into a proxy, about five foot two, blonde hair, brown eyes, looks young for 20, tattoo of the date 20-11-07 on her wrist and an eyebrow piercing...if there's anything of Kaylee left in there, tell her I said hi.

I have all my christmas shopping sorted now. I can just concentrate on staying sane until the Solstice, which is getting a little easier. Nessa is hopefully living a normal life now, I know that Fizzbomb and Chester are okay (Chester was sounding a bit shaky for a bit but he seems lucid now, more lucid than when things were normal even) and Jeff seems to be alright. The operative word being seems. I still don't quite trust Fallen, not yet in any case.

Had a really delicious conversation with Telecom customer service today.

"You have been placed in a queue

Your call is valuable

It's very valuable

We hope this does not inconvenience you

(Because you're valuable,

you're so very valuable)

If you wish to make a complaint

We can handle it, we’re well prepared to handle it

Of course you may have to wait

But that’s understandable

Isn’t that understandable?

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

(It sounds to me like you need help!)

We’re very good to you

I hope you know we’re good to you

(Let me put you through to someone else)

They’ll know just what to do!

I’m sorry, I can’t help you

Don’t ask me, I just work here man (x4)

(Work here man)

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

Don’t ask me, I just work here man

Oh don’t ask me, I just work here man

(I just work here man)

Why don’t you fill out a form?

We can’t get back to you

Of course we can’t get back to you

But rest assured, we’ll take your comments on board

Your thoughts make change!

Thanks for your time (x4)

Thanks for your time

(Don’t ask me, I just work here man)

Thanks for your time

(Don’t ask me, I just work here man)

Thanks for your time

(Don’t ask me, I just work here man)"

--"Thanks For Your Time", Gotye

Seriously, man, how many times do I have to say "When I log in to MyTelecom, I cannot access the broadband usage meter"?  The broadband meter is not "right there", I ransacked the entire fucking site. There is a mobile broadband usage meter. I do not and have never used mobile broadband. Goddamnit, the BROADBAND USAGE METER IS NOT THERE!

I took a Mental Health Day yesterday. I've been feeling rather tired, lately, and I've been having dizzy spells so I made an appointment with my doctor yesterday morning and she told me that I'm overworking myself and to take it easy for a while. So I put my Ipod on shuffle and spent the rest of the day reading.

...

Hey Slendy. I'm not going to say you're not getting to me, standing outside with the traffic whizzing past you in my darkest moments, staring up at me. But I know I'm not alone in this. I'd be a lot more afraid of you if there weren't others fighting you. The greatest trials become easier when there is someone else to lean on.

snap out of it

i'm sorry, jeff

she said it wasn't my fault

but

i still...

feel guilty.

it's a flaw of mine, feeling guilty about things that I cannot prevent. i try my best to get past it but it always comes and bites me.

I'm okay. Upset, shaken, but okay. I'm glad nothing else has happened today. No proxies or slendy, just the operator symbols in my letterbox. Anything else would be...too much. There's a bar of mint chocolate in my fridge. I think I'll have a square of that, watch some Glee or something, and go to bed.

--Vivi

(p.s. chester, thanks for calling me when I needed you the most. We're even.)

(p.p.s. sorry for this post. feeling a bit fragile.)

Weirdness

Okay, so I woke up this morning and checked my letterbox downstairs, and there was a wad of sticky notes in it. Y'know, post-it notes. It looked pretty much pristine too, except that every single note had an operator symbol on it.

Hoo boy.

If that's meant to scare me I'm more than a little bit offended, really. I had Slendy himself chilling across the road a couple of days back and a proxy tried to break into my house the other week. And they put a wad of operator symbols in my letterbox. They are still in my letterbox, in fact. I'm not trusting enough to actually take them inside my apartment.

Either way, what is up with that? Are they trying to lure me into a false sense of security or something?

I had Leah and Mariko over at my place last night to watch chick flicks and generally have a girls night. Leah and Max are still doing the whole will-they-or-won't-they song-and-dance. Max is still mad because Leah agreed to go out to dinner with Chester all those weeks ago because he owed her for something, just as friends. It's possible to take someone out for a meal without being interested in them. It is also possible to be friends with someone of the opposite gender. Rargh.

Lamp Santa. Because I can.

Work is getting a bit crazy. Lots of people buying food for Christmas dinners and presents and stuff. I don't usually work weekends but I'm coming in this afternoon to help ease the workload. It's extra pay, so I don't mind giving up my Sunday afternoon for work. Sigh.

dswyuil.l

Cassy approves this message.

Breather Episode.

As mentioned last post, there are now fairy lights all over my flat. My living room is quite small so I don't have room for a tree, so I compensate with fairy lights and a christmas star on my coffee table. My family are atheists but we've always been big into christmas. Every year we'd get a freaking massive tree and cover it with decorations, and we'd put fairy lights on the outside of the house and tinsel on the letterbox and my little sister would spend the week leading up to christmas permanently wearing a reindeer headband. I have fond memories of Christmas.

I don't know why I'm in such good spirits, what with Slendy and his band of merry mooks cavorting around spreading blood and crazy this Christmas season. I guess it's helping me cope, in my own way. The world is not crumbling around me. I'm just another little light in a sea of them, and most of them will never be affected by Slendy. Slendy can go on infecting people, but someday, even if all of us currently blogging (except, of course, for Zeke Strahm) are all dead or crazy by then. It's quite a comforting thought. Even if we fail, we'll be another step on the ladder to success.

Also, this could easily be renamed "The Yandere Song". For those of you who don;t want to listen to the full song (don't like it, etc) the final part of lyrics is as follows:

"Star so light and star so bright
First star I see tonight
Star so light and star so bright
Keep him by my side

I want to settle down
I want to settle down
Baby there's no need to run
I'll love you well, oh
I want to settle down
It's time to bring you down
On just one knee for now
Let's make our vows.."

Also, it's a handy excuse to plug another New Zealand musician.

We Walk in Circles

First things first- I saw It. 

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. :)

What's in a name?

TOTALLY RANDOM TIMEWASTER QUESTIONS:

Is your username your real name? Do you like your real name or is it kinda meh? If your username isn't your real name, why did you choose it? Does it tie into Mythology, a concept you find interesting, or do you just like it?

I am insatiably curious about these things.

My username is indeed my real name. I do like it, but I don't adore it. I prefer using the various diminutives people have given me over the past two decades. 

No sign from Where's-his-face or any of his mooks since that phone call a couple of days ago. I hope it stays that way for a while. I have Christmas shopping to do. Also I need to deflea Cassy.

Chester, since you aren't answering your phone, you said you're out of credit and I know you read the blogs, vieve_veritas@hotmail.co.nz. Tell me what happened.

--Vivi

Ladders.

For those of you who don't already know, earlier today Zero made a very interesting post about "generations" of the Slenderstalked. I suggest you go look, partially because it makes some quite interesting observations about progression or "phases".

The basic rundown, for you lazy people, is the following. Zero does it better than me though. Go read his version.

Gen. 1: Marble Hornets, JAFool, etc. The start, so to speak. Operator symbols, people going crazy, etc etc. This generation started to end with blogs like Seeking Truth and The Tutorial, who showed us that we could survive him.

Gen. 2: Core Theory. Characterised by the whole Sages thing, the Titles, etc. Personally, I think it started to end with Redlight taking over Robert Sagel's blog and ending with Zero telling us all to snap out of it, but some may not agree with me.

Gen. 3: Can't really tell what directions everything is going in from now, but people seem to be a lot more rational now, at least to me. I guess we'll have to wait and see.

On a non Slendyrelated topic, what's everyone planning for Christmas?

The Call Knows Your Phone Number.

Got two phone calls that pissed me off yesterday. And then one that killed my bad mood, or at least K.O.'ed it.

Phone Call #1 (Private Caller)

G: Hello, who's speaking?

???: Is this Ms. Sullivan?

G: This is she.

???: What?

G: Yes, it is.

???: We seem to have detected a virus in your computer-

G: I have Antivirus.

???: Yes, that is why I am calling you, I need to give you instructions to fix your computer.

G: Are you from the software developer?

???: Yes. First, we need your password so we can remotely fix the problem.

G: Ohhh, so you guys are from AVG? Hold on, I'll get my book of passwords.

???: (relieved) Yes, now-

G: (hostile) I use Symantec. You do realise that there was an article about this scam in the newspaper a week or so ago? You can only hit a couple of people before word starts to get around.

???: I-

G: Find a new way to scam people, honey.

(I hang up here)

Goddamn telephone scams. If anyone gets called by a supposed tech support centre yattering about detecting  a virus, hang up.

Phone Call #2: Unknown number. It's a Vodafone number and I'm on 2degrees, so it's probably costing them a fortune, which is a good thought.

???: Come outside.

G: Excuse me?

???: Come outside.

G: Why?

???: Come.

G: Where?

???: Places.

G: Who are you?

???: A servant of the Master.

G: Who the bloody fuck is the Master?

???: (pause) Who are you?

G: Pardon?

???: Who are you?

G: This is not a game of who-the-fuck-am-I!

???: ...

G:  I'm Vivi, bitch.

???: (pause) Come outside.

G: Piss off.

???: Co- (phone cuts off. Hope he ran out of credit.)

Fucking proxies. I did go outside shortly after. No proxies. Someone trying to spook me. Weird that they didn't know my name though. "Who are you?" indeed.

Phone Call #3: Chester

C: Vivinator

G: Chestertron. What's malfunctioning this time?

C: My nose is stuffed up but nothing else. I was just checking in, seeing if you were okay.

G: Who are you and what have you done with Chess?

C: I read the blogs. There seems to be some freaky stuff going down, so I thought I'd check in.

G: Well, uh, I'm fine. I had a stomach bug earlier but it's gone now.

C: Good. Look, is there anything you want for Christmas?

G: Excuse me?

C: You heard me.

G: You're running, you crazy boy, you don't have time to go christmas shopping!

C: The Solstice is on the 22nd, and I'm going to be optimistic and hope that It'll get sent into long-term dormancy or something. Three days is enough.

G: ...Just curbstomp some proxies for me, okay?

C: Okay.

G: Attaboy. Actually, I'll do that myself. You just stay alive.

C: I'll try.

(he hangs up)

Trust Chester. He's on the run from a Noodle Person like something straight out of Amigara Fault, only more hostile and with a small army of crazies, and he's thinking about Christmas presents. It says something about Chess that I'm not sure if he's pulling my leg.

Animals and Slendy

First, the serious bit of this post, so those of you here for the drama and not for my yattering about my cat and vegemite on toast (BEST THING EVER) can read it without having to sift through all the other stuff.

First, I've been researching and in the only tale that I remember people owning animals such as cats and dogs (Marble Hornets), said animal has reacted with fear or aggression whenever Slendy's around. Cassy, my cat, was quite hostile towards the proxy, but they may have been because he was a stranger. I don't know, Cassy is an attention whore and loves people so it's quite strange that she reacted that way.

Okay. My stomach troubles are over- I ate a huge bowl of museli and milk this morning and I haven't brought it up. Huzzah! 48 hours of living on crackers/vegemite on toast is not fun and I will hopefully not have to do it again anytime soon.  Being hungry all the time but not being able to eat very much is pretty awful. Even though vegemite on toast is pretty much the best thing ever, especially if you like that kind of sharp, salty taste. I'm a Kiwi, I love the stuff, but Kaylee tried it when she was here and hated it. People are weird sometimes.

Turns out the reason my brother wanted to talk to me last entry is that Mum has a beachhouse in the Coromandel and wants to know if I can come down for a week or so in January. I didn't know what to tell him. What with all this going on, I'm not sure if it's safe for me to spend too much time around my family in case a proxy comes after me. And I'm also not sure what's gonna happen on the Solstice. It's possible that most of us won't make it past Christmas...

Keep calm and carry on, I guess. You can't think like that. Now is the time to invest in some pluck or some determination or both and see where things go.

--Vivi

Breathe.

Keep calm and carry on.

It pays off.

I'm not at the edge of my sanity any more. Maybe it's the little glimmers of hope that have been surfacing lately in terms of the non-hallowed rate of the bloggers. Maybe it's that Chester is gone, and from what I have heard of him he's actually feeling a lot better than he did when he was staying in one place.

I guess I feel alright. I'm still sick- I'm not eating very much, but my stomach can handle more than crackers and dip now. Although I can't leave my toast and vegemite unattended because Cassy will try and eat it.

Speaking of cats, if anyone has room in their home for a feline or canine, an awful lot of them get dumped at animal shelters such as the SPCA every year around this time. A lot of these cats and dogs will have to be euthanised. So if you have room to take care of a cat of dog or want one, I'd recommend you stop in at your local animal shelter. if you're iffy about kittens and puppies possibly having accidents on your carpet, you can get adults too. There are also a lot of studies that show that owning a pet has a positive impact on your health as well. What's not to like?

--Vivi

Fragging Proxies

Got attacked by another proxy. I was just walking in the Domain, minding my own business when this girl in a comedy mask jumps out of the bushes and launches herself at me. She kept telling me to listen to the Call, but all I could hear was slightly staticy music in my ears from my iPod, which I keep on pretty much all the time now. She had a knife, too. She made a couple of notches in Mr Cricket Bat, and in me, but I can just say I fell on some glass or something. I have a split lip as well, which is an awful lot more visible than cuts on my face, arms and torso, but I've got worse split lips from cricket accidents and the like. I'll be fine. Physically, at least. Mentally, what's been going on lately is pretty taxing.

The proxy ran off and the static stopped, so I went to the hospital and got two of the cuts stitched. I don't have work today so I'm just sitting around watching Black Books and trying to eat, but I honestly just feel so sick and unhappy that I can't make myself eat anything more than some crackers and hummus, and some tea. I don't know if it's losing so many people so quickly, getting attacked by a proxy in a fucking creepy mask, or that I'm actually sick but either way I feel pretty under the weather right now.

Phone's ringing. It's my brother. I'll be off to talk to him now.

Well. Fuck.

We're losing people fast. I left for four hours to visit my brother and do some grocery shopping, and it all goes to hell. We've almost definitely lost Jeff now. Melody, B (What Now?)'s girl-friend, is dead as well.

I wonder if they'll do to Jeff and Melody what they've done to Nessa. Use them against the people they care about most. Do whatever sick, twisted necromancy they do to get to people even more.

I heard from Chester. I passed on M's advice about running, how he can stay in a town for a few weeks, a month maybe, as long as he keeps moving. He's okay. He had a run-in with a couple of proxies, but he's okay. There's a substantial physical difference between a 163cm girl with a cricketbat and a 185cm ex-rugby player with a crowbar, so he did quite well against them.

I miss him. It was easier when he was around, when I could keep an eye on him. I've known him for four years, bickering and bantering the whole way, and the things that have happened recently make the probability of one of us getting hallowed and used to torment and break the other is very high. Too high, considering he's been a very good friend to me over the years and I depend on him more than I'd like to admit.

Enough on that. There's a part of a song I want to show you all. All of you who're still sane, anywho. I have since moved on, musically, from this artist but a few years back she was my favourite. This song is my favourite of hers, and this is my favourite part.

"It's love, it's love that shows us
We will be alright
It's truth, it's truth that holds us
As we walk in it's light."
--"Deciphering Me", Brooke Fraser.

It's also an excuse to plug local artists.

Everyone, please be careful. Don't let them get you like they've got so many of us.

Love (because I really do love you all, I'm terribly sentimental really),
Vivi

P.S. You agents or whatever you think you are? Go die in a hole.

There are no words.

Nessa is "back", or at least the person who's hacked her account says she is.

Jeff's been captured and his account partially taken over and is fighting the proxy in his account as I write this.

Do you think they'll go away if we give them $20? (whapped for awful attempt at humour)

Are they going to keep stealing and stealing until we have nothing left?

No.

They can't. We can't let them.

My name is Genevieve Sullivan. Vieve, Vivi, Vivi, Vi, Vivinator, et al. for short. I'm 163cm, auburn-haired, fair, grey-eyed. I was born in Rotorua, currently reside in Auckland. I like going to work, my family, reading, watching the television, especially documentaries and comedy, and music of pretty much any genre except screamo and most hip-hop/rap. I own a cat, a one-year old longhaired calico named Cassy.

You cannot take this from me.

Keep calm and carry on, everyone.

--Vivi