She managed to get a message through to us. She's okay, she's okay she's okay she's okay
her voice saying "I'm alright" just...god, if you're up there I owe you one.
I have to figure out how to get her out. Towards the end of the audio message she got someone (Two Face?) to leave on Tenebria's tumblr, she sounded...afraid.
"the walls are closing in
try to believe"
That phrase has cropped up a lot lately. In Vivi's message, in the accompanying coded message and another message from Two Face. Either that or TRYING TO BELIEVE.
On top of that, I went out for a walk to clear my head shortly after making my last post and found the following graffiti::
0101010001010010010110010100100101001110010001110010000001010100010011110010000001000010010001010100110001001001010001010101011001000101
0111100101101111011101010010000001100001011100100110010100100000011011100110111101110100001000000110000101101100011011110110111001100101
8/777/999/444/66/4-8/666-22/33/555/444/33/888/33
010101000110100001100101011100100110010100100111011100110010000001100001001000000110110001101001011001110110100001110100001000000110000101110100001000000111010001101000011001010010000001100101011011100110010000100000011000010111010000100000011101000110100001100101001000000110010001100001011100100110101101101110011001010111001101110011, 2/66/3-9/33-9/2/555/55-8/666/9/2/777/3/7777-444/8-44/2/66/3-444/66044/2/66/3.
For those who don't want to translate it, They read TRYING TO BELIEVE, you are not alone (one each in binary and Two-Face code) and...the one that's a mixture of binary and the Two-Face code is this blog's tagline.
I don't know who you are, but thanks. Decoding those gave me a reason to stop freaking out...and it's good to know there's someone closer to home who's not either oblivious to what's going on or a proxy.
I need some more mace, some more barbed wire, some eucalyptus oil, and some serious audacity.
Also, I need to know where they are.
If anyone knows anything or can help, please let me know now.
I'm coming for you, Vivi. I'm trying to believe.
--Chester
Monday, February 28, 2011
no no no no no no
fuck they caught us by surprise
came out of nowhere literally nowhere just sprang out of thin air
we were walking to the car to leave for work and
they were there
one of them touched me and the world exploded into pain too much pain and i felt your hand slip out of mine
when i came to
when i
no
no
vivi
WHERE IS VIVI
you little bitch you TOOK her shes gone i don't know where she is and im a puzzle with half the pieces missing all over again
WHERE IS SHE
no
im sorry
fuck they caught us by surprise
came out of nowhere literally nowhere just sprang out of thin air
we were walking to the car to leave for work and
they were there
one of them touched me and the world exploded into pain too much pain and i felt your hand slip out of mine
when i came to
when i
no
no
vivi
WHERE IS VIVI
you little bitch you TOOK her shes gone i don't know where she is and im a puzzle with half the pieces missing all over again
WHERE IS SHE
no
im sorry
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I don't even know.
Okay...so we spent most of yesterday afternoon most displeased because Tenebria is...herself. She cut off our internet (so we were off-grid) our power (so all the fans we've had in the house to prevent us from dying because we can't open the windows died so the humidity basically ate us alive) and then attempted to break into the house NOT JUST ONCE. NOT JUST ONCE.
BUT THREE TIMES.
Tenebria is REALLY persistent. You can defenestrate her, hit her repeatedly with a cricket bat, get her in the fact with pepper spray and she will just KEEP COMING AT YOU. Really determined, I'll give her that. She doesn't even have a healing factor, no matter how injured she is she just keeps going. It's more than a little bit creepy. Then she just decides "oh to hell with it" and ups and leaves. Seriously.
Okay, I don't mind her leaving, makes it easier for us to recover, but her motives are pretty incomprehensible. She's explained the way she thinks over on her tumblr, but it doesn't explain the way she seems determined to destroy us one minute then "meh, I'm bored, I'm leaving" the next. Utterly bizarre. We have no idea what to make of her.
Sigh. I'm going to hope for a quiet afternoon. Chester is a happy puppy because he managed to find a second-hand DVD of the first season of Blackadder (which I have never seen, shame on me) so we're going to watch that and hope Tenebria doesn't decide to crash the party.
--Vivi
BUT THREE TIMES.
Tenebria is REALLY persistent. You can defenestrate her, hit her repeatedly with a cricket bat, get her in the fact with pepper spray and she will just KEEP COMING AT YOU. Really determined, I'll give her that. She doesn't even have a healing factor, no matter how injured she is she just keeps going. It's more than a little bit creepy. Then she just decides "oh to hell with it" and ups and leaves. Seriously.
Okay, I don't mind her leaving, makes it easier for us to recover, but her motives are pretty incomprehensible. She's explained the way she thinks over on her tumblr, but it doesn't explain the way she seems determined to destroy us one minute then "meh, I'm bored, I'm leaving" the next. Utterly bizarre. We have no idea what to make of her.
Sigh. I'm going to hope for a quiet afternoon. Chester is a happy puppy because he managed to find a second-hand DVD of the first season of Blackadder (which I have never seen, shame on me) so we're going to watch that and hope Tenebria doesn't decide to crash the party.
--Vivi
Saturday, February 26, 2011
More fun with our new friend
Okay, so we've spoken to Tenebria offline now. She showed up outside our house, so we opened the window and told her to go away. The following conversation ensued.
T: And what if I don't want to?
V: Do it anyway?
T: Eh. I'm here, can't be bothered leaving.
V: You aren't going to learn anything new, you know. You're just standing around watching us- if you're trying to creep us out it's not working.
T: That wasn't my intention. I was told to observe. So I did. I am awaiting further orders.
V: ...You don't have to do this, you know. If you leave us alone we'll leave you alone.
T: Don't try to bargain with me, honey, it's not going to work. I obey my orders. I'm not Two Face, I'm not a sentimental fool. I know who's side I'm on.
V: Your father's?
T: Oh ha ha. Very clever. Who is Minecraft Creeper?
V: Read the blogs.
T: ...I must have missed some. There are too many...I have to go.
V: One more thing.
T: What?
V: Tell your dad I said hi.
T: Very funny. *she vanishes*
Okay, so it looks like we aren't getting a Heel Face Turn out of THAT one. Oh well. I'm slightly worried because she hasn't DONE anything, which makes me wonder when she is.
Peculiar.
--Vivi
T: And what if I don't want to?
V: Do it anyway?
T: Eh. I'm here, can't be bothered leaving.
V: You aren't going to learn anything new, you know. You're just standing around watching us- if you're trying to creep us out it's not working.
T: That wasn't my intention. I was told to observe. So I did. I am awaiting further orders.
V: ...You don't have to do this, you know. If you leave us alone we'll leave you alone.
T: Don't try to bargain with me, honey, it's not going to work. I obey my orders. I'm not Two Face, I'm not a sentimental fool. I know who's side I'm on.
V: Your father's?
T: Oh ha ha. Very clever. Who is Minecraft Creeper?
V: Read the blogs.
T: ...I must have missed some. There are too many...I have to go.
V: One more thing.
T: What?
V: Tell your dad I said hi.
T: Very funny. *she vanishes*
Okay, so it looks like we aren't getting a Heel Face Turn out of THAT one. Oh well. I'm slightly worried because she hasn't DONE anything, which makes me wonder when she is.
Peculiar.
--Vivi
Friday, February 25, 2011
More strangeness
Okay, um, Tenebria is definitely not human. Either that or she's a seriously sneaky-ass ninja. Chester and I were out back eating, I go to check the blogs and lo and behold there is a comment saying she can see us. But we couldn't see her, so we made sure we were armed (yay, cricket bats!) and kept on eating.
Then BAM there she is. about two metres away, leaning against the bricks like she'd been there the entire time.
She looked even stranger up close. She looks like somebody ill- she's really skinny, there's an unhealthy pallor to her skin, and she looks...languid. Apathetic. She slumps, talks slowly, and rarely shows any kind of expression other than complete and utter boredom.
(So your polar opposite then? --Chess)
Pretty much. Also, she keeps referring to me as "Silver-eyes" and Chester as "Gold-eyes" which is pretty weird. I suppose you could call Chester's eye colour "gold" but it would take a REAL stretch of imagination. They're a kind of gold-ish hazel. Pretty, but not gold. My boyfriend is not a Meyerpire! Theme Nicknaming Fail!
So we looked at her and she looked at us for a while, then our lunch break ended and we went back inside. I turned around to see what she was doing and she wasn't there.
Okay. So we still have no clue what exactly she is other than she can pull some kind of magical disappearing act and she's squicked out by displays of affection. So not human. Man, that REALLY narrows it down doesn't it. >.>
--Vivi
Then BAM there she is. about two metres away, leaning against the bricks like she'd been there the entire time.
She looked even stranger up close. She looks like somebody ill- she's really skinny, there's an unhealthy pallor to her skin, and she looks...languid. Apathetic. She slumps, talks slowly, and rarely shows any kind of expression other than complete and utter boredom.
(So your polar opposite then? --Chess)
Pretty much. Also, she keeps referring to me as "Silver-eyes" and Chester as "Gold-eyes" which is pretty weird. I suppose you could call Chester's eye colour "gold" but it would take a REAL stretch of imagination. They're a kind of gold-ish hazel. Pretty, but not gold. My boyfriend is not a Meyerpire! Theme Nicknaming Fail!
So we looked at her and she looked at us for a while, then our lunch break ended and we went back inside. I turned around to see what she was doing and she wasn't there.
Okay. So we still have no clue what exactly she is other than she can pull some kind of magical disappearing act and she's squicked out by displays of affection. So not human. Man, that REALLY narrows it down doesn't it. >.>
--Vivi
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Observation and Promises
Tenebria has continued to stalk us. We're pretty sure it's her- 99% per cent (of all the people who were outside the restaurant today and yesterday, she was the only one with a tattoo of an operator symbol and the only one who KEPT STARING AT US) so it's either her or another poxy proxy. We're still not sure precisely what she is (A Revenant? A Redlight? A Conduit? Just plain creepy? Who knows!) but this is what we've observed.
-She's short, about my height, but much skinnier (as in, "girl, you need to eat twice what you're eating now because you look half starved" skinny.). Her hair is black, spiky, and about jaw length.
-Asian or part-asian. Kinda pasty-looking- not like not-much-time-in-the-sun pasty (she has sunburn on her face and shoulders, so probably too much) but...you know how when people are sick their face gets this funny grey cast to it sometimes? Yeah.
- It was quite cold for a summer day yesterday, but she was still dressed for the height of summer, which is quite peculiar. She didn't look cold, either.
- She can stand very still (like, statue-still) for very long periods of time (2 hours +) with no apparent discomfort.
-She doesn't have a healing factor as her hands are still bandaged from breaking into our house and encountering our "security measures".
- She can run very fast or has some other method of transportation, because Chester and I went out to see if we could confront her (in public, so she can't do anything too crazy) and we take our eyes off her for about three seconds to check how many people are around and then when we look back she's gone. We didn't even hear her go. This in itself is worrying, that she has a method of transportation that instantaneous or a running speed that high.
Yeah...I don't know. I guess we'll just keep on observing her.
You know how, in an earlier entry, I mentioned making friendship bracelets, one for each of those who have died, and wearing them to remind me of those who we have lost? I'm making them for every blogger I've spoken to now. I'm keeping them in a drawer for now. I'm only wearing the ones for those who died. One day, all of this will be over, somehow, no matter how many years it takes. And then, Chester and I will hop on a plane and give everyone the bracelets. All of you. I don't care if we have to work two shifts a day AND weekends to afford it, we will.
Please, guys.
Don't make me add any more to the five (Zero, Amelia, Melody, Fizzy, Jeff's family) already on my wrist right now.
--Vivi
-She's short, about my height, but much skinnier (as in, "girl, you need to eat twice what you're eating now because you look half starved" skinny.). Her hair is black, spiky, and about jaw length.
-Asian or part-asian. Kinda pasty-looking- not like not-much-time-in-the-sun pasty (she has sunburn on her face and shoulders, so probably too much) but...you know how when people are sick their face gets this funny grey cast to it sometimes? Yeah.
- It was quite cold for a summer day yesterday, but she was still dressed for the height of summer, which is quite peculiar. She didn't look cold, either.
- She can stand very still (like, statue-still) for very long periods of time (2 hours +) with no apparent discomfort.
-She doesn't have a healing factor as her hands are still bandaged from breaking into our house and encountering our "security measures".
- She can run very fast or has some other method of transportation, because Chester and I went out to see if we could confront her (in public, so she can't do anything too crazy) and we take our eyes off her for about three seconds to check how many people are around and then when we look back she's gone. We didn't even hear her go. This in itself is worrying, that she has a method of transportation that instantaneous or a running speed that high.
Yeah...I don't know. I guess we'll just keep on observing her.
You know how, in an earlier entry, I mentioned making friendship bracelets, one for each of those who have died, and wearing them to remind me of those who we have lost? I'm making them for every blogger I've spoken to now. I'm keeping them in a drawer for now. I'm only wearing the ones for those who died. One day, all of this will be over, somehow, no matter how many years it takes. And then, Chester and I will hop on a plane and give everyone the bracelets. All of you. I don't care if we have to work two shifts a day AND weekends to afford it, we will.
Please, guys.
Don't make me add any more to the five (Zero, Amelia, Melody, Fizzy, Jeff's family) already on my wrist right now.
--Vivi
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Theories
as to what exactly Tenebria is. According to her tumblr, she will not tell lies, but we aren't going to take her word for it. We're not THAT stupid. We're hardly going to trust someone that tried to do what she did. Even if all she did was make things...uncomfortable between Vivi and I for a while. We can't really...fix, those problems, not instantly- but we can work at them. We'll do our best. "Believe in me that believes in you".
If she can take me as I am, faults, phobias, general idiocy and all, I'm lucky to have her.
(I'm lucky to have you. DON'T. argue with me. I will hit you. --Vivi)
Okay, according to Tenebria she's just a really observant stalker who climbed in our window to hijack our blog tell us we suck. But there's probably more to her than that. She can't have learnt all the things she did just by watching us. So we have a few theories.
Really really really observant and/or has been following us for a long time: Fairly self explanatory. This is the theory she herself says is the truth.
A split personality of one of us: Unlikely but still possible, as we've both seen her standing outside our work. She won't come in, though. There's the possibility that she is a hallucination- but then why can the both of us see her?
(For the record, she's about Vivi's height, Asian, really skinny, and capable of standing very still for long periods of time. She walked off and came back a few times- once with a bottle of water, another time with an umbrella (it was raining) and another time empty-handed.)
A Revenant: We haven't gotten a good look at her but she may well be. Unconfirmed.
A Mind-Reader: Seriously unlikely, but would explain how she knows what she does.
Your guesses are as good as ours...
--Chester
If she can take me as I am, faults, phobias, general idiocy and all, I'm lucky to have her.
(I'm lucky to have you. DON'T. argue with me. I will hit you. --Vivi)
Okay, according to Tenebria she's just a really observant stalker who climbed in our window to hijack our blog tell us we suck. But there's probably more to her than that. She can't have learnt all the things she did just by watching us. So we have a few theories.
Really really really observant and/or has been following us for a long time: Fairly self explanatory. This is the theory she herself says is the truth.
A split personality of one of us: Unlikely but still possible, as we've both seen her standing outside our work. She won't come in, though. There's the possibility that she is a hallucination- but then why can the both of us see her?
(For the record, she's about Vivi's height, Asian, really skinny, and capable of standing very still for long periods of time. She walked off and came back a few times- once with a bottle of water, another time with an umbrella (it was raining) and another time empty-handed.)
A Revenant: We haven't gotten a good look at her but she may well be. Unconfirmed.
A Mind-Reader: Seriously unlikely, but would explain how she knows what she does.
Your guesses are as good as ours...
--Chester
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tenebria
EDIT: we interrupt this broadcast to those of you to pray to do so for the victims of the second Christchurch earthquake. Two quakes less than a year apart- my heart goes out to them. The girl who made the last post. She's kind of a bitch. A bit pretentious, too. She claims she speaks the truth, the full truth, nothing but the truth, blah blah blah. And as far as I can see, everything she's said has indeed been either the truth, or a subjective truth, something true for her but perhaps not the rest of us. But that doesn't make her behaviour right.
Yes, Tenebria, we would try to help you, because it seems like you really need it. You seem bitter, twisted, and convinced that you're the only person here who's even the slightest bit right. I appreciate that you may be having a tough time. Maybe you had a troubled home life, or no friends, or maybe this whole Slendy fiasco is getting to you the same way it does everyone, no matter which side they're on.
By the way, I really don't appreciate you going and spilling all my darkest thoughts. What I think of myself is my business. I might have even got over it all by myself, but you just had to go and make it public? I could have done it quietly but you had to go and put a spotlight on me.
And Chester. You're mean for doing that to me but you're even worse for doing that to him. And at this time, too. The last thing we need it to have to have a touchy-feely emotional talk about our problems. One of our friends has been Taken by Redlight, another appears to be having problems, the last thing we need is some pretentious little girl trying to earn brownie points by attempting to Hannibal Lecture us.
Shut up, for gods sake, you're making a fool of yourself. I'm embarrassed for you, girl.
So maybe we put our problems on the back burner to help others. That's what a friend does. Besides, my personal issues are TINY compared to the fact that someone nearly got LOBOTOMISED a couple of days back, and someone else has been KIDNAPPED, and neither her nor Reach deserve anything other than to be HAPPY together for chrissakes, and who the hell knows what's going on with Frap and Shelby.
Go away, read some of the other blogs, get some perspective. Wise up. You need it.
--Vivi
EDIT: Uh oh.
I haven't seen her that angry in...well, a long time.
I think Tenebria got to her more than she'll care to admit.
I'll just go and calm her down. She's...not in a very good way...and we need to talk about some of the things Tenebria said, anyway. Because like Vivi said, she was right about some of it.
--Chester
Yes, Tenebria, we would try to help you, because it seems like you really need it. You seem bitter, twisted, and convinced that you're the only person here who's even the slightest bit right. I appreciate that you may be having a tough time. Maybe you had a troubled home life, or no friends, or maybe this whole Slendy fiasco is getting to you the same way it does everyone, no matter which side they're on.
By the way, I really don't appreciate you going and spilling all my darkest thoughts. What I think of myself is my business. I might have even got over it all by myself, but you just had to go and make it public? I could have done it quietly but you had to go and put a spotlight on me.
And Chester. You're mean for doing that to me but you're even worse for doing that to him. And at this time, too. The last thing we need it to have to have a touchy-feely emotional talk about our problems. One of our friends has been Taken by Redlight, another appears to be having problems, the last thing we need is some pretentious little girl trying to earn brownie points by attempting to Hannibal Lecture us.
Shut up, for gods sake, you're making a fool of yourself. I'm embarrassed for you, girl.
So maybe we put our problems on the back burner to help others. That's what a friend does. Besides, my personal issues are TINY compared to the fact that someone nearly got LOBOTOMISED a couple of days back, and someone else has been KIDNAPPED, and neither her nor Reach deserve anything other than to be HAPPY together for chrissakes, and who the hell knows what's going on with Frap and Shelby.
Go away, read some of the other blogs, get some perspective. Wise up. You need it.
--Vivi
EDIT: Uh oh.
I haven't seen her that angry in...well, a long time.
I think Tenebria got to her more than she'll care to admit.
I'll just go and calm her down. She's...not in a very good way...and we need to talk about some of the things Tenebria said, anyway. Because like Vivi said, she was right about some of it.
--Chester
Monday, February 21, 2011
It makes me sick...
to see you the way you are. Chatting happily with your workmates, smiles on your faces. Trying to help people. You'd try to help me, now, wouldn't you? Talk to me about light and about caring for each other? Well guess what. You left your computer on. I left bloodstains all over your keyboard, just to thank you for putting that barbed wire where you did. I've been spying on you for a while, so I know about that back window that won't lock properly.
It makes me sick the way you talk about love and friendship saving us all. Love and friendship, they get you nowhere but misery when people let you down. They always do. That's the nature of the human condition. We cheat, we lie, and with your love and your loyalty you are only delaying the inevitable.
You're insecure, unsure of yourself. You hide how vulnerable you feel behind violence and harsh words towards those who stand in your way. You're stubborn in upholding the things you believe in, even if your conviction in them is wavering. You hate the person you see in the mirror and wish you were smarter, better looking, stronger, more charismatic- the way you are is not good enough for you.
You, on the other hand. You alternate between being unable to resist your impulses and unable to give in to them. You're too cautious, you hesitate- you're making the other idiot's problems only worse. You think you don't deserve anything you have and you're probably right, because the reason you're where you are is dumb luck and the interference of others. You're afraid of what you're capable of because it might make you a monster.
Just like the rest of us.
How can you talk like that, the way you are? You can barely help yourselves. You put your own problems on the back burner in order to help others. You're easy pickings. An insecure little girl and her idiot boyfriend.
One of you will be with Us soon. It's inevitable.
If you give yourselves up, I might just let you stay together. You can kill your precious little friends together, isn't that sweet? What a lovely idea for a date. With our resources, it won't take much to ship you round the globe. You can help your friends, put out of their misery, together,
because the Power of Love will make everything okay, won't it?
ahahahahahahaha~
--Tenebria
It makes me sick the way you talk about love and friendship saving us all. Love and friendship, they get you nowhere but misery when people let you down. They always do. That's the nature of the human condition. We cheat, we lie, and with your love and your loyalty you are only delaying the inevitable.
You're insecure, unsure of yourself. You hide how vulnerable you feel behind violence and harsh words towards those who stand in your way. You're stubborn in upholding the things you believe in, even if your conviction in them is wavering. You hate the person you see in the mirror and wish you were smarter, better looking, stronger, more charismatic- the way you are is not good enough for you.
You, on the other hand. You alternate between being unable to resist your impulses and unable to give in to them. You're too cautious, you hesitate- you're making the other idiot's problems only worse. You think you don't deserve anything you have and you're probably right, because the reason you're where you are is dumb luck and the interference of others. You're afraid of what you're capable of because it might make you a monster.
Just like the rest of us.
How can you talk like that, the way you are? You can barely help yourselves. You put your own problems on the back burner in order to help others. You're easy pickings. An insecure little girl and her idiot boyfriend.
One of you will be with Us soon. It's inevitable.
If you give yourselves up, I might just let you stay together. You can kill your precious little friends together, isn't that sweet? What a lovely idea for a date. With our resources, it won't take much to ship you round the globe. You can help your friends, put out of their misery, together,
because the Power of Love will make everything okay, won't it?
ahahahahahahaha~
--Tenebria
Human
This weekend has been...interesting, to say the least. I've learnt a lot, about myself and about Chester. It's put things into perspective for me. Given me time to think about all this, and my place in it. Our place, really. I would have quite a different role in this if it weren't for Chess. I can't be as gung-ho as I would be because I have to watch him so I don't have to drag his ass out of whatever trouble he manages to get into. Probably a good thing, really. And if manage to get myself into deep shit, he'll bail me out because if someone's got me cornered, things are bad enough to warrant violence.
We're not fighting because we want to kill the Slender Man. We're fighting because we want to free all the people who are living in his shadow. The proxies, the runners, the people who are living in his shadow with fear defining their lives. If there's anyone living nearby who needs our help, we will help them. We'll cure the proxies, we'll teach those living in shadow to find the light again, we'll help however we can because we are all in this together, and when one of us falls down it's our job as friends to help them stand again.
We're only human, all of us. Even the proxies and the Revenants, they're human underneath it all.
We're not fighting because we want to kill the Slender Man. We're fighting because we want to free all the people who are living in his shadow. The proxies, the runners, the people who are living in his shadow with fear defining their lives. If there's anyone living nearby who needs our help, we will help them. We'll cure the proxies, we'll teach those living in shadow to find the light again, we'll help however we can because we are all in this together, and when one of us falls down it's our job as friends to help them stand again.
We're only human, all of us. Even the proxies and the Revenants, they're human underneath it all.
I got a haircut on Sunday. I haven't cut my hair since I was 15 (when I got it cut really, really short) and before my trip to the hairdressers it reached the middle of my back. Which although pretty is a pain in the ass, both to wash and to keep out of my face. So in the interest of practicality I got it cut to shoulder length.
Chester's sparring has been improving quite steadily. He still won't hit very hard and he freaks out if he thinks he's hurt me, but if I have my way he'll be a force to be reckoned with soon. He has quite the advantage in physical strength alone (he can pick me up and carry me with very little effort) but at the moment he has two settings- "Really trying to hurt you as little as possible." and "IMGONNAKILLYOUANDPULVERISEYOURCORPSETOUSEASFERTILISERFORMYHYDRANGEASSOGTFOBEFOREYOUDIEHORRIBLYBYMYHANDRAAAAARGH"
Not that I don't find his niceness extremely attractive...what? I'm allowed. I'm a nice person (mostly), there's no way I'd go out with a jerkity jerk jerky jerk-ass-
Speaking of which, Max and Leah are getting married. I don't even. They've been together six months and they've only been able to ADMIT that it's a romantic relationship fairly recently and not just sex and now they're getting MARRIED. They're a bit young too. Max is 21, Leah is 26.
We're having another betting pool on how many times the wedding is called off before it actually happens. I have $20 on twice. Mariko has bet the same amount on four, and then they elope. It says something that Max himself has placed a bet. He's a jerk, yes, but at least he knows it. Leah is the only person Max will ever say "I'm sorry" to in a volume louder than a mutter because aw look he really does love her.
Speaking of betting pools...we owe Mariko.
>.>
:3
--Vivi
Chester's sparring has been improving quite steadily. He still won't hit very hard and he freaks out if he thinks he's hurt me, but if I have my way he'll be a force to be reckoned with soon. He has quite the advantage in physical strength alone (he can pick me up and carry me with very little effort) but at the moment he has two settings- "Really trying to hurt you as little as possible." and "IMGONNAKILLYOUANDPULVERISEYOURCORPSETOUSEASFERTILISERFORMYHYDRANGEASSOGTFOBEFOREYOUDIEHORRIBLYBYMYHANDRAAAAARGH"
Not that I don't find his niceness extremely attractive...what? I'm allowed. I'm a nice person (mostly), there's no way I'd go out with a jerkity jerk jerky jerk-ass-
Speaking of which, Max and Leah are getting married. I don't even. They've been together six months and they've only been able to ADMIT that it's a romantic relationship fairly recently and not just sex and now they're getting MARRIED. They're a bit young too. Max is 21, Leah is 26.
We're having another betting pool on how many times the wedding is called off before it actually happens. I have $20 on twice. Mariko has bet the same amount on four, and then they elope. It says something that Max himself has placed a bet. He's a jerk, yes, but at least he knows it. Leah is the only person Max will ever say "I'm sorry" to in a volume louder than a mutter because aw look he really does love her.
Speaking of betting pools...we owe Mariko.
>.>
:3
--Vivi
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Closer
I'm back. I feel like crap, but I'm back. Actually, the both of us feel like crap (Vivi has utterly refused to get out of bed, full stop, no negotiating, GOODBYE.) because while I was running around in the Ruins Vivi was flipping the fuck out. Literally, the first thing she did when I returned to lucidity was yell at me for a while, slap me a couple of times, and then hug me so tightly breathing became...problematic. Then cry. Then hug me again. Then ignore me for an hour. Then she made up her mind and decided to be glad I'm back and then promptly fell asleep on me. Note to self: do not worry Vivi like that ever again.
I think...we're going to take a break this weekend. We both need to rest and recover and not spend all day trying to juggle being a normal twenty-something couple and two soldiers in the fight against Slender Man. Two days, that's all. If something really awful happens, we WILL let you know, but otherwise we will flop most of this weekend.
The only reason this post sounds coherent is the backspace key!
Vivi has an awful lot of scars on her back. The fact that quite a few of them look recent bothers me.
Teehee, that rhymed.
--Chester
I think...we're going to take a break this weekend. We both need to rest and recover and not spend all day trying to juggle being a normal twenty-something couple and two soldiers in the fight against Slender Man. Two days, that's all. If something really awful happens, we WILL let you know, but otherwise we will flop most of this weekend.
The only reason this post sounds coherent is the backspace key!
Vivi has an awful lot of scars on her back. The fact that quite a few of them look recent bothers me.
Teehee, that rhymed.
--Chester
Friday, February 18, 2011
Ruins
Chester is still in the Ruins. It's been established that they are also in this house...but different to mine. Here's a transcript of a conversation we had during one of his lucid periods. It's, um...see for yourself.
His voice is functional now although it hurts him to speak and his hearing has nearly returned. He's, well...he's finding it harder than I did. He's a lot more sensitive than I am, and...I'm relieved that he's more responsive now.
I got maybe three hours sleep last night. I would have been online the entire time, but around 9.30 Chester suddenly grabbed my wrist (gave me a fucking heart attack) and went, well...transcript below.
C: ...Vivi?
V: *loudly* Shit, Chess, that gave me a fright. You alright?
C: Compared to how I am, normally- awful. Compared to how I've been for the past few hours- not bad. *coughs*
*insert pause while I burst into tears out of sheer relief and spend the next ten minutes ranting at him about how worried I was, what an idiot he is, how worried EVERYONE is...*
C: ...I'm an idiot. Stop crying. You shouldn't be crying over an idiot like me.
V: You're not an idiot and I'll cry over you all I like!
C: But...
V: No buts. How did you figure out you were in the Ruins?
C: You were playing Resolve, and I couldn't figure out where it was coming from, and then I realised that my vision is fine even though I'm not wearing my glasses...
V: I see. Why do you keep running around the house, and why won't you go into some rooms?
C: *drowsily* The key, I need the key...they're locked, they can't come in...they need to come in, I need to help them, they're outside and I can't help them, they're locked out and you have the key...and you keep running away, Vivi...why are you running away? You're dying, Vivi, and I need to help you, and I need the key so I can help them too...
He spent the rest of the night alternating between talking along those lines, walking around the house, and sleeping.
He won't let go of my hand.
I don't know. When I was in there, he knew exactly what would help bring me back. He held me and stroked my hair when I had convulsions, he stayed calm the entire time, he knew exactly what he was doing. He's that kind of person. He's more capable than me in some ways. I mean, I'm more open about my emotions than he is, but that's because I just can't deal with them internally. I can't. (See the post "i don't" to see exactly HOW badly I reacted to Chester confessing. It was not pretty.) So if there's something wrong, it's easy for people trying to help to deal with it. Chester...retreats. He tries to deal with it himself, even if he knows it's a damn stupid idea and he needs someone to lean on.
Oh, fuck me. (Chester, if you read this later, you are not to misconstruct this as an invitation. (My sense of humour just keeps getting weirder... (I like putting sets of brackets inside each other!)))
His voice is functional now although it hurts him to speak and his hearing has nearly returned. He's, well...he's finding it harder than I did. He's a lot more sensitive than I am, and...I'm relieved that he's more responsive now.
I got maybe three hours sleep last night. I would have been online the entire time, but around 9.30 Chester suddenly grabbed my wrist (gave me a fucking heart attack) and went, well...transcript below.
C: ...Vivi?
V: *loudly* Shit, Chess, that gave me a fright. You alright?
C: Compared to how I am, normally- awful. Compared to how I've been for the past few hours- not bad. *coughs*
*insert pause while I burst into tears out of sheer relief and spend the next ten minutes ranting at him about how worried I was, what an idiot he is, how worried EVERYONE is...*
C: ...I'm an idiot. Stop crying. You shouldn't be crying over an idiot like me.
V: You're not an idiot and I'll cry over you all I like!
C: But...
V: No buts. How did you figure out you were in the Ruins?
C: You were playing Resolve, and I couldn't figure out where it was coming from, and then I realised that my vision is fine even though I'm not wearing my glasses...
V: I see. Why do you keep running around the house, and why won't you go into some rooms?
C: *drowsily* The key, I need the key...they're locked, they can't come in...they need to come in, I need to help them, they're outside and I can't help them, they're locked out and you have the key...and you keep running away, Vivi...why are you running away? You're dying, Vivi, and I need to help you, and I need the key so I can help them too...
He spent the rest of the night alternating between talking along those lines, walking around the house, and sleeping.
He won't let go of my hand.
I don't know. When I was in there, he knew exactly what would help bring me back. He held me and stroked my hair when I had convulsions, he stayed calm the entire time, he knew exactly what he was doing. He's that kind of person. He's more capable than me in some ways. I mean, I'm more open about my emotions than he is, but that's because I just can't deal with them internally. I can't. (See the post "i don't" to see exactly HOW badly I reacted to Chester confessing. It was not pretty.) So if there's something wrong, it's easy for people trying to help to deal with it. Chester...retreats. He tries to deal with it himself, even if he knows it's a damn stupid idea and he needs someone to lean on.
Oh, fuck me. (Chester, if you read this later, you are not to misconstruct this as an invitation. (My sense of humour just keeps getting weirder... (I like putting sets of brackets inside each other!)))
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Uneventful day.
For a given definition of "uneventful" at least. Work finished early today because of some construction work on the restaurant (we're in the process of renovation. We might be closed tomorrow which is a pain in the ass but the building is not in very good repair and it's putting people off). Vivi's managed to acquire some mace/pepper spray and is currently pulling out the insect repellent can from our automatic insect-repellent dispenser and replacing it with pepper spray. I've already rigged it so the buttons don't alter the time between sprays, they just spray straight off and altered the case slightly so it's easier to aim and easier to carry.
And if it fails, well...it can be used as a bludgeoning weapon?
I keep seeing Two Face around. She walked past work, we drove past a bus stop she was standing at on the way home, walked past our house this morning...
Uh...knocking on our front door?
Okay, she seems to want to talk or something. I'm going to go speak to her. I'll bring a cricket bat in case she tries something and I'll take the iPod (yay iPod internets) and transcribe what she says.
Why is she apologi
444/'6-7777/666/777/777/999.
444/'6-7777/666,-7777/666 7777/666/777/777/999.
888/444/888/444.
999/666/88/777-555/666/888/33-444/7777-999/666/88/777-4/777/33/2/8/33/7777/8-7777/8/777/33/66/444/8/44.
22/88/8-2/555/7777/666-999/666/88/777-4/777/33/2/8/33/7777/8-9/33/2/55/66/33/7777/7777.
--8/9/666-333/2/222/33
...
...
I leave Chester to his own devices for FIFTEEN MINUTES
FIFTEEN MINUTES
FUCK
"Uneventful day." Tempting Fate. FUCK. Chester WHY are you so naive?
I only got out of the labyrinth SUNDAY, you sick fucks, you give us FOUR DAYS and then MORE SHIT HAPPENS. LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE. Okay, you pick on me, that's acceptable, I got myself into this shit investigating after what happened to Kaylee, I started this blog of my OWN VOLITION because I WANTED to know, to find some way to help. I knew what I was getting into. But Chester hasn't done a fucking thing. He was DRAGGED into this, none of it was his own fault. His parents...fuck, his parents are probably haunted too. He's in some of their wedding photos. Every photo of Chester from birth until puberty has IT in it. He didn't need to find Slendy, Slendy just stalked him from the start. It's only because he likes creepypasta that he rediscovered Slendy in the first place.
Pick on me? Fine. Threaten me, send proxies after me, fine. Throw me into another tiny cupboard, put me in a loop, stick me in the Labyrinth again, fine. I got myself into this. It's my own fault. You make your bed, you lie in it. I can deal. It's tough, but I'll just laugh it off and keep walking because if I didn't I'd be completely loopy right now. Ever since I was little, that's what I've done.
But Chester? He didn't know what he was getting into because he didn't know he was getting into it. He doesn't deserve any of this. I'm not saying I do, but I'd watched the vlogs, read the blogs, I knew and I took the risk anyway.
HE'S DONE NOTHING, YOU SICK FUCKS. NOTHING.
...
oh god
i'm sorry guys i just
he won't stop screaming
he's stuck in there and i can't help him, not really
i know what it's like.
no, i don't. they've...probably revised things a little, seeing as I got out so easily.
shit.
chester.
i hope you're as tough as I want to believe you are.
otherwise...
And if it fails, well...it can be used as a bludgeoning weapon?
I keep seeing Two Face around. She walked past work, we drove past a bus stop she was standing at on the way home, walked past our house this morning...
Uh...knocking on our front door?
Okay, she seems to want to talk or something. I'm going to go speak to her. I'll bring a cricket bat in case she tries something and I'll take the iPod (yay iPod internets) and transcribe what she says.
Why is she apologi
444/'6-7777/666/777/777/999.
444/'6-7777/666,-7777/666 7777/666/777/777/999.
888/444/888/444.
999/666/88/777-555/666/888/33-444/7777-999/666/88/777-4/777/33/2/8/33/7777/8-7777/8/777/33/66/444/8/44.
22/88/8-2/555/7777/666-999/666/88/777-4/777/33/2/8/33/7777/8-9/33/2/55/66/33/7777/7777.
--8/9/666-333/2/222/33
...
...
I leave Chester to his own devices for FIFTEEN MINUTES
FIFTEEN MINUTES
FUCK
"Uneventful day." Tempting Fate. FUCK. Chester WHY are you so naive?
I only got out of the labyrinth SUNDAY, you sick fucks, you give us FOUR DAYS and then MORE SHIT HAPPENS. LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE. Okay, you pick on me, that's acceptable, I got myself into this shit investigating after what happened to Kaylee, I started this blog of my OWN VOLITION because I WANTED to know, to find some way to help. I knew what I was getting into. But Chester hasn't done a fucking thing. He was DRAGGED into this, none of it was his own fault. His parents...fuck, his parents are probably haunted too. He's in some of their wedding photos. Every photo of Chester from birth until puberty has IT in it. He didn't need to find Slendy, Slendy just stalked him from the start. It's only because he likes creepypasta that he rediscovered Slendy in the first place.
Pick on me? Fine. Threaten me, send proxies after me, fine. Throw me into another tiny cupboard, put me in a loop, stick me in the Labyrinth again, fine. I got myself into this. It's my own fault. You make your bed, you lie in it. I can deal. It's tough, but I'll just laugh it off and keep walking because if I didn't I'd be completely loopy right now. Ever since I was little, that's what I've done.
But Chester? He didn't know what he was getting into because he didn't know he was getting into it. He doesn't deserve any of this. I'm not saying I do, but I'd watched the vlogs, read the blogs, I knew and I took the risk anyway.
HE'S DONE NOTHING, YOU SICK FUCKS. NOTHING.
...
oh god
i'm sorry guys i just
he won't stop screaming
he's stuck in there and i can't help him, not really
i know what it's like.
no, i don't. they've...probably revised things a little, seeing as I got out so easily.
shit.
chester.
i hope you're as tough as I want to believe you are.
otherwise...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Persistence
is a virtue, but when it's coming from a hulking mountain of a Revenant that tries to come in one of the first floor windows at two in the morning, fails, then picks the lock on the back door and sets off the house alarm (should have checked for tripwires, Frank!), cops a bag of curry powder to the face, and then stops, looks like he's listening to something for a second and then runs away like Vivi's brother just asked him to play mah-jong with him, it's just plain annoying.
So Vivi and I end up standing outside at 5.15am, in our pajamas, watching Frank run off. She looked at me, eyes wide, and I stared back at her.
She went "Bloody hell." and we both fell about laughing hysterically on the front lawn. Now our neighbours think we're a bit..."quirky".
I know sunsets are the typical romantic thing, but I'm partial to sunrises myself. Watching night turn into day.
I mean...we're lucky. The only things that have gone horribly wrong have been the Looped Apartment and the Ruins. I have to steal moments like that when I can because, well...
You never know when it'll all turn to dust in your hands.
--Chester
So Vivi and I end up standing outside at 5.15am, in our pajamas, watching Frank run off. She looked at me, eyes wide, and I stared back at her.
She went "Bloody hell." and we both fell about laughing hysterically on the front lawn. Now our neighbours think we're a bit..."quirky".
I know sunsets are the typical romantic thing, but I'm partial to sunrises myself. Watching night turn into day.
I mean...we're lucky. The only things that have gone horribly wrong have been the Looped Apartment and the Ruins. I have to steal moments like that when I can because, well...
You never know when it'll all turn to dust in your hands.
--Chester
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I'm shocked. And happy. Mostly shocked.
Chess can be badass. Without my having to be kicked half to death. Either this is another fluke or Chester has been holding back on me. Asshole, I told him I'd rather he injure me than he get injured because he's too nice to practice on me.
Okay, so I'm eating my lunch in the alley out back, minding my own business, when Frank shows up. I think FUCKKKK because Frank is about the same height as Chester and twice as wide and I doubt I could do much damage to him, not without a weapon...
Not that I could help it- I didn't have time to retrieve my cricket bat so I engage this massive hulk of a man with MY BARE HANDS and I actually did quite well until he got me cornered so I couldn't use my agility to my advantage. I'm strong for a petite 165cm young woman, but compared to Frank? Yeah, no. No dodging, I'm screwed.
I'm just considering dropping my pride and screaming for help when I hear someone yell "What the...OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!" and then Chester hurtles out of the back door and RUGBY-TACKLES Frank and takes over from where I left off in terms of beating the living shit out of him.
Point 1- Frank has a healing factor. This is worrying.
Point 2- I took a while to help him because I had to get over the shock of Chester, kindly, sweet-natured Chester, Chester who gardens in his spare time and loves animals and cries in movies and who I've looked after ever since I met him, BREAKING A GUYS ARM.
Then I did the sensible thing and joined in, because what kind of Action Girl would I be if I just stood there like a love interest?
...Yeah. Couples bonding much?
Speaking of couple, congrats very much to Ava and Reach. I went awwwwwwwwwww.
On that note, I need to go. Love you all.
--Vivi
Okay, so I'm eating my lunch in the alley out back, minding my own business, when Frank shows up. I think FUCKKKK because Frank is about the same height as Chester and twice as wide and I doubt I could do much damage to him, not without a weapon...
Not that I could help it- I didn't have time to retrieve my cricket bat so I engage this massive hulk of a man with MY BARE HANDS and I actually did quite well until he got me cornered so I couldn't use my agility to my advantage. I'm strong for a petite 165cm young woman, but compared to Frank? Yeah, no. No dodging, I'm screwed.
I'm just considering dropping my pride and screaming for help when I hear someone yell "What the...OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!" and then Chester hurtles out of the back door and RUGBY-TACKLES Frank and takes over from where I left off in terms of beating the living shit out of him.
Point 1- Frank has a healing factor. This is worrying.
Point 2- I took a while to help him because I had to get over the shock of Chester, kindly, sweet-natured Chester, Chester who gardens in his spare time and loves animals and cries in movies and who I've looked after ever since I met him, BREAKING A GUYS ARM.
Then I did the sensible thing and joined in, because what kind of Action Girl would I be if I just stood there like a love interest?
...Yeah. Couples bonding much?
Speaking of couple, congrats very much to Ava and Reach. I went awwwwwwwwwww.
On that note, I need to go. Love you all.
--Vivi
Uncertain
What exactly to make of our current situation. As you know, Vivi is out of the Labyrinth, but she seems...not exactly paranoid, but warier. And we're both...really tired.
We haven't had any new Indoctrinated activity. We've seen Two Face a couple of times, but she's always given us this look of absolute horror and then run off. Frank is unaccounted for and Adam is with his father and sister now.
Speaking of Adam, got a phone call from him this morning.
C: Hello?
A: Hello. It's, um, Adam. For now.
C: Hi- what do you mean, "for now"?
A: Razor's still there. I can hear him. He might...take control. He hasn't so far, but I worry that he might.
C: ...So you have some kind of split personality thing going on?
A: No, I don't...Razor was me as a proxy. I think His grip on me was strong because I was convinced that if it kept Mum away, it must be a great and important duty and maybe if I helped her she could come back sooner...and he's not quite gone. I still get...violent...impulses...
C: ...You're pretty naive, aren't you? No offence.
A: Not so much any more, I hope...it's got me into nothing but trouble. And...it's hard to be naive when I can remember being Razor. I remember kicking Genevieve and he was enjoying it, for gods sake, he thought it was all good fun, all just a game...and I've got blood on my hands now. I can't go back to being the way I was before with that on my conscience.
C: So what are you going to do?
A: I'm going to University at the start of the year.
C: What do you want to do?
A: Psychology. I want to help people, and I need some way to make up for what I've done. And what Mum has done and will do. I'll...I'll help you, if you need it, but I probably can't tell you anything you don't already know. I've read some of the blogs since I got home. Yours included.
C: Do you think you might start up your own?
A: Probably not. I think I need to try and...get away from all this. Try and live normally. Also, can I ask you to do something for me?
C: Depends what it is, but probably yes.
A: If you see Mum, can you tell her we all miss her?
*he hangs up here*
Well. Looks like we're going to have to keep an eye on Adam. It's true he was a completely different person as a proxy and he threw up twice as much as Kaylee and Mike put together, so it's possible that Razor is still hanging around in the back of his mind. He'll contact us or his family will if he regresses. We're the only Fighters in Auckland as far as we know, so we have to look after the people we can find.
I've rigged up a few more traps for people who try and get into the house. We've already secured the window sills- perhaps not enough to deal with a Revenant and their healing factor, but perhaps slow them down and I look forward to the next time someone tries to come in the back door without turning the outside light on first. If they do, WE WILL KNOW.
My dad is an electrician. I am very grateful for the times I listened to him walk about work at the dinner table.
And if anyone wonders, my valentines day was fantastic.
--Chess
We haven't had any new Indoctrinated activity. We've seen Two Face a couple of times, but she's always given us this look of absolute horror and then run off. Frank is unaccounted for and Adam is with his father and sister now.
Speaking of Adam, got a phone call from him this morning.
C: Hello?
A: Hello. It's, um, Adam. For now.
C: Hi- what do you mean, "for now"?
A: Razor's still there. I can hear him. He might...take control. He hasn't so far, but I worry that he might.
C: ...So you have some kind of split personality thing going on?
A: No, I don't...Razor was me as a proxy. I think His grip on me was strong because I was convinced that if it kept Mum away, it must be a great and important duty and maybe if I helped her she could come back sooner...and he's not quite gone. I still get...violent...impulses...
C: ...You're pretty naive, aren't you? No offence.
A: Not so much any more, I hope...it's got me into nothing but trouble. And...it's hard to be naive when I can remember being Razor. I remember kicking Genevieve and he was enjoying it, for gods sake, he thought it was all good fun, all just a game...and I've got blood on my hands now. I can't go back to being the way I was before with that on my conscience.
C: So what are you going to do?
A: I'm going to University at the start of the year.
C: What do you want to do?
A: Psychology. I want to help people, and I need some way to make up for what I've done. And what Mum has done and will do. I'll...I'll help you, if you need it, but I probably can't tell you anything you don't already know. I've read some of the blogs since I got home. Yours included.
C: Do you think you might start up your own?
A: Probably not. I think I need to try and...get away from all this. Try and live normally. Also, can I ask you to do something for me?
C: Depends what it is, but probably yes.
A: If you see Mum, can you tell her we all miss her?
*he hangs up here*
Well. Looks like we're going to have to keep an eye on Adam. It's true he was a completely different person as a proxy and he threw up twice as much as Kaylee and Mike put together, so it's possible that Razor is still hanging around in the back of his mind. He'll contact us or his family will if he regresses. We're the only Fighters in Auckland as far as we know, so we have to look after the people we can find.
I've rigged up a few more traps for people who try and get into the house. We've already secured the window sills- perhaps not enough to deal with a Revenant and their healing factor, but perhaps slow them down and I look forward to the next time someone tries to come in the back door without turning the outside light on first. If they do, WE WILL KNOW.
My dad is an electrician. I am very grateful for the times I listened to him walk about work at the dinner table.
And if anyone wonders, my valentines day was fantastic.
--Chess
Monday, February 14, 2011
Things to be thankful for
We have a lot of them. People are dying, true, but some of us are surviving long enough to do some serious damage, either in the form of damage to Slendy or his band of merry mooks, or in the form of information. Vivi and I and many of the bloggers are still alive. We're learning. One day, maybe not soon, we'll be able to defeat him.
Notes on the Labyrinth: If you have been in the labyrinth, at some point, you will probably come across a nearly-dead version of someone close to you. That THING will follow you out of the labyrinth and stalk you until you kill it, which can be done. I saw Vivi kill hers. Well, didn't see it, but I saw her grab it and slam it's head into the kitchen counter and then shoot it for good measure. Then break down crying. Fucking Slendy. I had never seen Vivi cry before He showed up.
We went out for lunch today. Valentines Day. We booked ourselves a table in a nice little restaurant in one of the main shopping precincts and had lunch and just...talked. About our family, about school, a bit of nostalgia...we were a normal young couple with normal lives for a while.
This is the first valentines day I've actually had someone to spend with. I mean, Vivi and I used to spend it together but more in a "We're both single, let's go to the arcade and discuss anime and books and crappy films!" kind of way.
It's...different.
In a good way.
--Chess
Notes on the Labyrinth: If you have been in the labyrinth, at some point, you will probably come across a nearly-dead version of someone close to you. That THING will follow you out of the labyrinth and stalk you until you kill it, which can be done. I saw Vivi kill hers. Well, didn't see it, but I saw her grab it and slam it's head into the kitchen counter and then shoot it for good measure. Then break down crying. Fucking Slendy. I had never seen Vivi cry before He showed up.
We went out for lunch today. Valentines Day. We booked ourselves a table in a nice little restaurant in one of the main shopping precincts and had lunch and just...talked. About our family, about school, a bit of nostalgia...we were a normal young couple with normal lives for a while.
This is the first valentines day I've actually had someone to spend with. I mean, Vivi and I used to spend it together but more in a "We're both single, let's go to the arcade and discuss anime and books and crappy films!" kind of way.
It's...different.
In a good way.
--Chess
Sunday, February 13, 2011
WHAT THE SHIT
Kristen's gone. Slendy took her away. Or rather, she went with him. To protect her son. And us. Fuck it, I'd only been out of the Labyrinth for a few hours and I was afraid he'd come back for me.
So Chester and I are playing Go Fish with her and Razor/Adam (he insists on being called his birth name now) when I start feeling nauseous and Kristen sits straight up and stares at the windows and look who's out there with all his tentacles lashing.
Kristen says to him, "You can't have him. Master, we had a bargain, one he was not part of. I become a loyal Revenant and you spare my family. That means Indoctrination."
Slendy quits with the tentacles and tilts his head slowly to one side. She goes and hugs Adam, then Chester and I, then she goes to the window and gives us this sad little smile and says
"If I make it out of this alive, next time we meet, we'll be enemies. Next time, I'll be Two Face."
Then she opens the window, Slendy lashes out, she screams and then she and It are both gone.
Adam has tried to be as helpful as he can, but the fact of the matter is that he's only 17 and he's just lost his Mum all over again, possibly for good. He doesn't know how he put me in the Ruins/Labyrinth (he only remembers parts of his time as Razor), but theorises that Labyrinths are in Slendy's Dark World, somehow.
As to how I got out of the Labyrinth...of all the illusionary corpses, one was alive. Just one.
Chester.
I couldn't sleep in the bedroom last night, because he was there- the real Chester set up a stretcher in the study, the one room free of corpses. Staring at me blankly, barely seeing me, slumped against the pillows in an uncanny mockery of the way the real Chess comes home from work and flops on the bed for a few minutes, just to relax.
There was blood everywhere. I got one brief look at the state he was in and...it's the sort of thing you should never have to see.
Every time I went anywhere near that room, he would croak "Vivi..."
I only went in that room twice. Once at the start. Once at the end.
The second time, I told him "You're not dead. You're not dying. You're alive. You're actually standing beside me at this very moment. This'll all be over soon."
Then I went outside, got some matches I had found in what remained of the kitchen and watched the Ruins burn. Then I had another episode of convulsions, passed out and wake up in the living room feeling like I haven't slept in a week. Oddly enough, Chester reported getting a headache while the Ruins were burning. Strange. We'll have to ask Adam once he's feeling a little better. We have the day off work tomorrow. We're going to drive over to Takapuna to drop Adam back with his father and sister, and we're going out for lunch.
I'm hoping for an uneventful day tomorrow. So tired...
--Vivi
So Chester and I are playing Go Fish with her and Razor/Adam (he insists on being called his birth name now) when I start feeling nauseous and Kristen sits straight up and stares at the windows and look who's out there with all his tentacles lashing.
Kristen says to him, "You can't have him. Master, we had a bargain, one he was not part of. I become a loyal Revenant and you spare my family. That means Indoctrination."
Slendy quits with the tentacles and tilts his head slowly to one side. She goes and hugs Adam, then Chester and I, then she goes to the window and gives us this sad little smile and says
"If I make it out of this alive, next time we meet, we'll be enemies. Next time, I'll be Two Face."
Then she opens the window, Slendy lashes out, she screams and then she and It are both gone.
Adam has tried to be as helpful as he can, but the fact of the matter is that he's only 17 and he's just lost his Mum all over again, possibly for good. He doesn't know how he put me in the Ruins/Labyrinth (he only remembers parts of his time as Razor), but theorises that Labyrinths are in Slendy's Dark World, somehow.
As to how I got out of the Labyrinth...of all the illusionary corpses, one was alive. Just one.
Chester.
I couldn't sleep in the bedroom last night, because he was there- the real Chester set up a stretcher in the study, the one room free of corpses. Staring at me blankly, barely seeing me, slumped against the pillows in an uncanny mockery of the way the real Chess comes home from work and flops on the bed for a few minutes, just to relax.
There was blood everywhere. I got one brief look at the state he was in and...it's the sort of thing you should never have to see.
Every time I went anywhere near that room, he would croak "Vivi..."
I only went in that room twice. Once at the start. Once at the end.
The second time, I told him "You're not dead. You're not dying. You're alive. You're actually standing beside me at this very moment. This'll all be over soon."
Then I went outside, got some matches I had found in what remained of the kitchen and watched the Ruins burn. Then I had another episode of convulsions, passed out and wake up in the living room feeling like I haven't slept in a week. Oddly enough, Chester reported getting a headache while the Ruins were burning. Strange. We'll have to ask Adam once he's feeling a little better. We have the day off work tomorrow. We're going to drive over to Takapuna to drop Adam back with his father and sister, and we're going out for lunch.
I'm hoping for an uneventful day tomorrow. So tired...
--Vivi
I love you all
And I just RickRolled a Revenant.
I'm nearly out of the ruins/Labyrinth/whatthefuck. I still can only see the ruins (I am dictating this to Chester, who is kindly typing it out for me) but the last time Slendy showed up was yesterday afternoon. He was pretty angry. He was talking to me but I could only barely understand him. I told him to fuck off and he made the walls close in on me like what happened with the cabinet but then I stood up because it's an illusion damnit, I could feel the carpet under my toes and Chester's arms around me and it wasn't real, it couldn't be real because there was no carpet in that tiny room and it was too small for Chester and I both, but I could feel them. Therefore what I was seeing wasn't real.
The Labyrinth isn't actually a Labyrinth. Not really. For me, it's our house. But it's in ruins, and I can see...corpses. Leah, decapitated, on the front steps. Max on the path. His body, anyway. His head was a couple metres off. What was left of it. Mariko on the back porch, missing the lower part of her jaw. My family, Mum, Dad, Jonno, Elaine, in the trees, classic Slender style. My best friend in the laundry, burned beyond recognition. The living room was filled with people I didn't recognise, most of them. Jeff and Cheska were among them, so I presume they were all you guys. On the couches, the armchair, some kneeling on the floor, their stomachs opened up and their organs-
I couldn't go into the bedroom because Chester was there. I couldn't look for a long time. Too much blood. those blank, staring eyes...
We spoke to Razor. Or tried to. The cure is taking a lot longer to work than it did with Kaylee or Michael. He alternates between apologising, trying to kill himself, and laughing maniacally and spouting crazy shit about pretty lights and the Master offering salvation, all without using pronouns. And throwing up slendergoop. I kind of pity the poor kid, he's only seventeen. Thankfully for him, he's a first year university student starting this year and uni doesn't start until the 28th, at which point he should be okay enough to attend. He's seventeen, he should be going to school and hanging out with his friends and checking out girls (or boys if he swings that way) and doing teenage boy things. Not being a slendy-mook.
Meanwhile, Kristen is behaving less like a puppy that's been whipped and more like a normal person. She's watching The Big Bang Theory at the moment. I introduced her to the wonders of Rick Astley a few minutes back. RickRoll'd.
So now I'm going to- ohhh, trippy...
Chester, don't panic. I think my sight is returning to the real world because I can kind of see the vague shape of the living room superimposed over the ruins full of my dead loved ones. Thank god...I know I sound sane, but seriously...they were really getting to me. Every single one had their eyes open, whether is was on empty, glassy eyes or bloody sockets...all of them staring at me. Look, I would never, EVER wish something like this on anyone. Not even Redlight. Fuck. it's enough to drive anyone mad. I'm lucky I wasn't alone, otherwise, well...I'd be lost right now.
Everybody stay safe.
--Vivi
I'm nearly out of the ruins/Labyrinth/whatthefuck. I still can only see the ruins (I am dictating this to Chester, who is kindly typing it out for me) but the last time Slendy showed up was yesterday afternoon. He was pretty angry. He was talking to me but I could only barely understand him. I told him to fuck off and he made the walls close in on me like what happened with the cabinet but then I stood up because it's an illusion damnit, I could feel the carpet under my toes and Chester's arms around me and it wasn't real, it couldn't be real because there was no carpet in that tiny room and it was too small for Chester and I both, but I could feel them. Therefore what I was seeing wasn't real.
The Labyrinth isn't actually a Labyrinth. Not really. For me, it's our house. But it's in ruins, and I can see...corpses. Leah, decapitated, on the front steps. Max on the path. His body, anyway. His head was a couple metres off. What was left of it. Mariko on the back porch, missing the lower part of her jaw. My family, Mum, Dad, Jonno, Elaine, in the trees, classic Slender style. My best friend in the laundry, burned beyond recognition. The living room was filled with people I didn't recognise, most of them. Jeff and Cheska were among them, so I presume they were all you guys. On the couches, the armchair, some kneeling on the floor, their stomachs opened up and their organs-
I couldn't go into the bedroom because Chester was there. I couldn't look for a long time. Too much blood. those blank, staring eyes...
We spoke to Razor. Or tried to. The cure is taking a lot longer to work than it did with Kaylee or Michael. He alternates between apologising, trying to kill himself, and laughing maniacally and spouting crazy shit about pretty lights and the Master offering salvation, all without using pronouns. And throwing up slendergoop. I kind of pity the poor kid, he's only seventeen. Thankfully for him, he's a first year university student starting this year and uni doesn't start until the 28th, at which point he should be okay enough to attend. He's seventeen, he should be going to school and hanging out with his friends and checking out girls (or boys if he swings that way) and doing teenage boy things. Not being a slendy-mook.
Meanwhile, Kristen is behaving less like a puppy that's been whipped and more like a normal person. She's watching The Big Bang Theory at the moment. I introduced her to the wonders of Rick Astley a few minutes back. RickRoll'd.
So now I'm going to- ohhh, trippy...
Chester, don't panic. I think my sight is returning to the real world because I can kind of see the vague shape of the living room superimposed over the ruins full of my dead loved ones. Thank god...I know I sound sane, but seriously...they were really getting to me. Every single one had their eyes open, whether is was on empty, glassy eyes or bloody sockets...all of them staring at me. Look, I would never, EVER wish something like this on anyone. Not even Redlight. Fuck. it's enough to drive anyone mad. I'm lucky I wasn't alone, otherwise, well...I'd be lost right now.
Everybody stay safe.
--Vivi
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Genevieve
has been getting better. She still can't talk (all the screaming wore her throat out) and has episodes of convulsions and crying, but she seems to be trying to figure a way out of the Labyrinth fairly calmly for someone in her situation and she seems to be able to distinguish walking into me or Kristen from walking into a wall or piece of furniture and distinguish colliding with me from colliding with Kristen. She's been feeling her way around the room trying to figure out where the furniture is and where the walls are, presumably so she can stop bumping into or tripping over them. She also seems to be aware enough of her surroundings to be able to eat if someone gives her food and use the bathroom.
The labyrinth, although the rest of us cannot see or feel it, appears to be physical. She trips and walks around things that aren't there and at one point punched something and her knuckles began to bleed. That was also the first time she managed to successfully communicate with us- she walked around until she found Kristen, grabbed her, and held up her hand so she could see the injury.
JediZero has suggested putting on some music for her, as she appears to be able to hear sound to a limited degree. So, I'll write down what she does as it happens.
Okay, so, um, I've plugged her iPod into the speakers, and I've put her Happy Playlist on at around normal talking volume and...she's coming over here and she's trying to find the source of the noise...she just tripped over something in the Labyrinth, judging by the fact there's nothing there and she just stumbled. Okay, she's found the speakers and she's feeling around for something. Maybe she wants the change the track? No, she's turning the volume up. Really loud, actually, not uncomfortably loud but certainly audible...
She seems happy now. She's just sitting there, looking around at things we can't see. She's petting Cassy, who's sitting in her lap. Curiously enough, she seems to be able to see Cassy- if she comes into the room she'll follow her with her eyes and occasionally go to pet her or pick her up. Weird.
I think I'll go sit with her for a while, in case she tries to communicate again. I've given her a throat lozenge, which should help with her recovering her voice. She'll pull through. Somehow.
--Chester.
The labyrinth, although the rest of us cannot see or feel it, appears to be physical. She trips and walks around things that aren't there and at one point punched something and her knuckles began to bleed. That was also the first time she managed to successfully communicate with us- she walked around until she found Kristen, grabbed her, and held up her hand so she could see the injury.
JediZero has suggested putting on some music for her, as she appears to be able to hear sound to a limited degree. So, I'll write down what she does as it happens.
Okay, so, um, I've plugged her iPod into the speakers, and I've put her Happy Playlist on at around normal talking volume and...she's coming over here and she's trying to find the source of the noise...she just tripped over something in the Labyrinth, judging by the fact there's nothing there and she just stumbled. Okay, she's found the speakers and she's feeling around for something. Maybe she wants the change the track? No, she's turning the volume up. Really loud, actually, not uncomfortably loud but certainly audible...
She seems happy now. She's just sitting there, looking around at things we can't see. She's petting Cassy, who's sitting in her lap. Curiously enough, she seems to be able to see Cassy- if she comes into the room she'll follow her with her eyes and occasionally go to pet her or pick her up. Weird.
I think I'll go sit with her for a while, in case she tries to communicate again. I've given her a throat lozenge, which should help with her recovering her voice. She'll pull through. Somehow.
--Chester.
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