Saturday, July 30, 2011

Won't give up. Not now, not ever.

Gee, here's a great idea.  Disappear for an entire week and let all your friends and followers worry themselves to death about you.  Cause they've proven SO prone to staying calm about what you do, right?  Sheesh.  Well, I'm back, everyone.  Take a seat, cause this is gonna be a long one.

So, I don't need to post what happened that night, because Rise already gave us an account, brief as it was.  Right.  More on how I feel about her another time.  For now, thanks, I guess.  After I left her hideout, I just...wandered.  I didn't know what to do, where to go.  And to be honest, I didn't care.  All the fight had gone out of me with that one, futile stand.  The thought of him, staring at me, while it...I can't even talk about it.  I won't.  Rise called it its "true form", and while that may or may not be true, I'm not going to describe it.  There are some things you can't put into words.  Even if I could, I wouldn't.  It'd just scare the crap out of everyone.  Let's just say he didn't look anything near human.  God knows it scared the hell out of me.  Or, it should have.  But...it killed them.  I saw them.  Piled on top of each other.  Those marks.

No matter what form it took, the only thing I had in me that night was anger.  And it seemed like I had enough to slow him down.  Still, slowing him down's all I can do for now, it'd seem.  If that guy in the coat hadn't shown up, and if Rise hadn't dragged me off, I'd be dead.

Gah, jumped backwards somewhat.  Anyways.  I...would try to tell you how I felt this past week, but I can't really put my feelings into words here.  Just...my parents are dead, and it's because I failed to protect them.  Everything I had fought for seemed pointless.  And so I wandered from state to state, not running, not hiding.  I made no attempt to buy new, non-ragged clothes.  I wore the sword in plain sight, strapped to my back.  There were some days when I almost wished I'd be found by a proxy and killed.  I nearly killed myself once, only to strengthen at the last moment.  Even so, I'd given up.  I would let the Sages fight the fight, and just crawl into a hole and grieve for the rest of my life.

God.  What a dipshit I am.  So, what?  I was gonna just give up?  Roll over and die?  Eat all of my tough words?  What a friggin' disgrace I am.  Enough of that.  I'll tell you what changed my mind.  It was a person that I met yesterday, by pure chance, in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

I'd found myself there for no particular reason.  I got on trains, and I took them.  I didn't much care about the destination.  Didn't much care about anything.  However I had found myself there, I was standing at a crosswalk, when my eyes were drawn to a figure ahead of me.  A young girl in a green hoodie.  Now, the fact that she was wearing that in the summer was weird enough.  But as the light turned green, I saw something stitched into her shoulder- a circle and an X.  The Operator symbol.  The first sign of this business I had seen for a week.  I followed her.  Not sure why.  It became clear to me that this girl was no proxy.  She was clumsy and looked a bit lost and hopeless (no offense, if you read this).  My guess was that she was a Runner, and it turned out I was right.

I followed her into this place, the Village Inn Pizza Parlor or whatever, where, curiously, they seemed to have more pancakes than pizza.  After taking a seat near her (and feeling like a total creep- she looked a bit younger than me) I watched her scribbling into a notepad.  She saw me, and looked pissed.  Charming fellow that I am, I strode up to her table, sat down, and struck up a conversation.  We talked for a while, she relaxed a bit and treated me alright.  I ended up telling her my whole story.  Got it all off my chest.

Good thing I did too.  Cause it made me think.  I went through my whole story with her, letting me get a look at it too.  And I realized a few things.  Chief among them: I'm not made out to be a Runner.  No matter how much I want to run and never stop, I can't just leave the sages and my friends all alone against that thing.  I guess I'm just too stupid to give up, hehe.

When I told her about the fire, I didn't have that usual grief I had felt over this past week whenever I'd dwelt on it- which was often.  But now, I felt some of that anger return.  As it should.  And I came to this realization.

I will NEVER stop fighting him.  Ever.  The moment I give in is the moment I make the deaths of every last victim of his completely pointless.  I WILL have justice for what he's done to us.  All of us.  He won't break me.  Every atrocity he commits just gives me more reason to keep fighting.  I don't care if it takes my whole life, I'll break this freak into a million pieces or die trying.

The girl thought my attitude was suicidal, and it probably is.  Still, I get the feeling I impressed her a bit with how much sheer dumb willpower I have.  She's quite mysterious.  When she saw Zero's sword, she reacted oddly, demanding to know where I'd gotten it.  She said she'd known him, and didn't know he'd died.  In fact, she didn't know a lot of stuff.  She'd been out of the blogging scene for about a year.  I lent her my laptop in order for her to catch up.

Ultimately, we decided that there's safety in numbers, and we're going to be traveling with each other for a time.  The first thing we did was head to Forgemaster's location.  I dropped off the sword with him there and paid for it to be repaired.  That's done with.

While we were having dinner, the girl (who goes by "H") and I had another conversation.  This one had more to do with her, so I won't go into detail about it here.  She can tell you herself if she wants, she mentioned she was starting her blog back up soon.

With that over with, got a few things to say.

Elaine: I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you this past week.  You've gone through more than any person should be expected to and you're back on your feet.  Don't lose sight of hope, and stick to Amalga.  He's a bit of a jerk, but he's alright.  I guess.  Maybe a bit.  (he smells funny too)

Hylo: Sorry to you, too.  For shutting you out, when all you wanted to do was help me.  You're really important to me, you know?  All I can tell you is I'm back now, and I'm here for you if you need me.

Everyone else, sorry to have kept you waiting.  Let's get this show back on the road!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

HEY FOLKS! Rhodes here.

What up, chillins?  It's your favorite smooth operator, Shapiro Rhodes, commandeering young Konaa's blog for a bit of a public service announcement.  Well, he certainly ain't using it at the moment.  He's probably bawling his eyes out in some filthy public restroom.  Hehehe, just thinking about that cheers me up.

ANYYYYYYYYWAYS, I thought I'd give you a little update since he's in no mood to, apparently.  The weather here?  FanTASTIC.  Needs a bit more blood raining from the sky, but hell, we can work our way up to that, no rush, Bossman!

Speaking of the Bossman.  He's set me on our little fighter's trail.  You could say Ridley's been taken off the case.  You should have seen it, it was this whole big deal, with Iscariot yelling about how he was a loose cannon BUT A DAMN GOOD COP!

Or it was more like the Bossman stared at him until his brain stopped working right.  But when you get down to it, that's practically the same thing!

Oh, what's that?  You wanna know how Konaa's doing?  Now, see, I wish I could tell you, buuut...Funny story.  We've got no clue where he is.  Yeah, this is that Hiding power of his or whatever in affect, cause even the Bossman doesn't seem to have a clue.  So he's effectively off the radar for a while.  I'll let you know if I kill him, okay?  I'll give you a play by play!

Oh oh oh!  One last thing: I've got a blog now!  So if you want updates on my DASTARDLY (but charmingly clever) schemes, just follow this here link: http://letshaveourselvesachat.blogspot.com/

Right, I'm out!  What was that thing Ridley usually says?  Oh yeah, stay mildly under warm temperatures, or whatever.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

he should have run

but you know him by now

that one quality i both find repugnant and admirable within him

the courage to fight for someone other than yourself

he had returned home, some hours earlier today

to find it burning

i had been drawn by the flames, and upon seeing his return, attempted to stop him

but as you can imagine, he immediately ran in

the house was a large two story home, his parents wealthy sorts

dead now, of course

by His hands

He was waiting for him inside

two masked ones stood with Him

the dark shadow spread, and He showed his true form, preparing to claim His prize

but he would not have it

it was foolhardy, but rage and grief were what guided him now

one masked one stood in his way, and with a flash of the sword, lost a hand

he charged Him straight on, and cut into him with zero's blade

it did nothing

but perhaps, just maybe, the full force of his desperate fury gave Him pause for one moment

a gunshot rang out, the unwounded masked one fell dead

and the one that appeared in the forest, the brown cloaked one, arrived

his sword was ready, and he smote the other masked one through the chest

the man and the boy exchanged glances, an understanding was reached

together, they charged

useless, of course

they would have both perished there if i had not acted

he stumbled, and i dragged him, barely conscious, away

behind us, the man and He continued their confrontation

while the house burnt around us

i brought him to my home

he was not horribly injured, merely some burns and scratches

but when he awoke, there was nothing but a hollow look in his eyes

i feared he had lost himself

but a few minutes later, he spoke

"What a joke.  What an absolute joke I am."

and with that, he stood, sheathed the sword, and left

i did not follow

i had no right to

but i thought you would want to know

because he has no home to return to now

~rise
burning

Headin' Home

Alright, alright, I've been having a lot of fun this week, going to a wedding crashed by serial killers, heading through a haunted forest into a gunfight for a sword, but now it's time to head home.

I've been thinking and I want to find a way to repair Zero's sword.  Call it sentimental, but I think I owe him that.

I'll report back in later!

Friday, July 22, 2011

Zerosword

Nothing can ever go simply, can it?  Walk in, grab the sword, walk out.  That was the plan.  But plans, as I quickly am learning, are tricky things that hate working in a straightforward manner.

Yesterday, Rhodes gave me an irresistible pitch: He knew the exact location of the famous Zero's lost sword, deep in the forest where he fought the Bleeding Tree for the last time.  How he knew, he again refused to say.  All he told me was "it's my job to know things."  It sounded suspicious...But he made a good case.  He had told me because I was also an admirer of Zero, who was fit to inherit that blade, a great symbol of hope for many of the stalked.  He claimed that he "wasn't very good at fighting," so it would be of more use in my hands.

He charged me twenty dollars for that info. (only just realized why- ha ha ha, very funny)  He explained a bit about himself, that he had been an information broker, but was now attempting to make a bit of money off our situation.  He stays under the radar because he's kind of afraid of being stalked himself.  Fair enough.  Apparently he gives good info to us for cheap, and while he does deal with proxies, he refuses to sell information on our whereabouts, and vice versa.  So in short, he's pretty neutral.

I hopped on the first plane to Indianapolis this morning, and ended up in a town about five miles away from the forest via train.  It was a bit of a walk, but the countryside was nice enough.  Soon enough, I saw the trees.  Forests.  I hate forests.  Take a wild guess why.  But there was something really strange about this one, I could tell.  Maybe it was something in the air, but just looking at it gave me a weird feeling in the pit of my gut.  Course, that could've just been cause of what this forest WAS.  The site of a twisted but heroic figure's last stand.  It took a bit of courage, but I walked in.

It was unnaturally dark.  And more than that, it was so...quiet.  Most forests have animals everywhere, making some kind of racket, birds chirping, bugs buzzing.  But I didn't see ANYTHING besides plants and trees.  It was eerie, and gave me one hell of a bad feeling.  I pushed forward, and soon I came to a clearing.  It was like a death scene- trees were knocked over, cut off at the stump, some were burnt to ash.  Like a tree graveyard.

That was when I saw it.  A pale figure, sitting on a stump.  He was hunched over and silent.  When I tried to approach, I blinked, and he was gone.  I don't know if I imagined it or not, but...Well.  Kind of weird being skeptical about ghosts when Slenderman is real, right?

Unfortunately, that was tame compared to what happened next.  That was when the singing started.  You heard me- singing.  I couldn't determine the words, or language, hell, I don't even know how many people it was.  But there was a strange chant, whispered over the wind, as I made my way further in.  It was coming from everywhere at once...and just hearing it made me cringe.  There was no doubt about it- this place was haunted.  Well...maybe "Tainted" would be a better term.

That was when I saw his body.  Yeah.  It wasn't a pretty sight after a month up there.  Still, I stayed and inclined my head in respect to him.  The tree he was attached to...well, in the Messenger's report the scouts said that the tree was big enough that it SHOULD have been visible from outside the woods, even though it wasn't.  So I was a bit apprehensive going in.  But it was now just...a big tree.  I guess the Bleeding one moved on.  I climbed it and cut him down, which was easy, the branches were burnt and snappy.  I didn't have anything to bury him with, but I set him up against the tree.  It just seemed more...respectful, then letting him hang.

A lot of feelings were running through me while I handled Zero's corpse.  Dunno if I can really put them into words.  I'll just move on.  About two minutes later, I reached the spot.  The sword was stuck firmly into the ground.  How symbolic.  It came out easily enough, and surprisingly it didn't look much worse for the wear after a month in the ground.  So, mission successful, right?

Eeeh...never that easy.  I heard soft footsteps behind me.  I turned, and guess who it was?  Ridley.  Damn but this guy is persistent.  I was pretty surprised to see him here, gotta say.  As for how he found me, more on that later.  We started the usual back and forth- he mentioned how he was going to pay me back for the hell I had put him through, which I assume he means that weird maze Slendy stuck him in, and I told him his pants were dumb.

He did say he'd just cut me and then let me go if I handed over the sword, which I thought was pretty nice of him.  But I decided to take my chances.  We started towards each other, when a piercing voice shot out.  "Freeze!"

Cops.  What the fuck.  There were about ten police officers armed with handguns, who came out of the foliage.  "The two of you are under arrest for illegal drug trafficking."  Really?  Drugs?  Somebody had given them a fake tip-off, and I guess the fact that we were about to stab the shit out of each other didn't really help matters.  Anyways, I was about to drop the sword, when...something even weirder happened.

Three men and two women came out of the brush behind us.  They were all dressed in brown longcoats, and had white half-masks over the top of their faces.  Three of them had pistols and knives drawn, another was sporting a long, straight sword, and a fifth, well, she was packing a rifle.  I didn't like the looks of these guys, and neither did the cops, who demanded they drop their weapons.

I dove to the ground on a hunch, I heard Ridley do the same.  That was when the shooting started.

I didn't really give a shit who they were, but they didn't like us much.  I saw one aiming at me out of the corner of my eye as I bolted into the woods.  Luckily I managed to get a tree in between us and the bullet never reached me.  I just ran.  Ran as far as I could.  I could hear one of the girls pursuing me, and gaining.  I was about to turn around and make my stand when this weird mist appeared in front of me.  It slowly began to seep into the surroundings.  I had stopped, having no clue what this was.  My pursuer appeared behind me, out of breath, and saw it.  She cursed violently and aimed her gun, but there was...an inhuman snarl.  Next thing I knew, I was sitting outside of the forest, on the side I had entered.  Which was NOT the direction I had ran in, just so you know.

The sword was on the ground besides me.  I grabbed it and ran.

I have absolutely no idea what happened in there, except that Rhodes must have sold me out to Ridley.  But...why did he tip off the police, too?  And who the hell where the coated guys?  They weren't cops, hell, they shot at the cops.  Did Rhodes tip THEM off too?

All I know is, you shouldn't trust that guy.  Something's really fucked up about him.

And last of all- the sword.  You might wonder why I made this trip in the first place.  It was simple enough- the sword's a symbol to us.  Not of hope, necessarily, not even of darkness, despite Zero's misdeeds.  To me, this sword is a symbol of humanity.  It's a firm, constant reminder that there is always room for redemption- and that ANYONE can stray from their path.  I'd like to keep it with me for that reason.

Alright, I'm beat.  I need dinner.

Are all weddings that exciting?

It turns out that weddings aren't so boring if the right stuff happens.  Although some people would not define what happened there as "the right stuff."

First off, surprise!  It wasn't in Vermont at all, but in humble NYC.  That was a clever ruse.  You were fooled, I can sense it.  Anyways, a ton of people showed up and I mean a TON.  You had Elaine, Jake, Cam, Hylo, Amalgationsage, Lucas and Joel, it was like a SlenderBlogger Christmas.  The actual ceremony was a bit boring (no offense, newlyweds!) but things heated up fairly quickly once the explosions started.

A bit before, Spencer from Return to Slender and Amalga and I found the body of a cook in the kitchen right outside the hall.  Spencer bravely determined that I, the untrained college student, should be the one to dispose of it.  He ran off yelling somewhere, I was too busy pouting to listen.  Amalga and I were gonna stuff the body in the fridge, but that was when there was this big boom.

Suddenly, there were several masked figures storming the hall.  I jumped to my feet and tried to see where I was needed most, when I heard the ear-splitting call of "KONNICHIWA!"  Yeeeeah.  It was the little hellspawn weaboo proxy, "Nee-chan."  I dunno how she got in, but I wasn't about to let her fuck up the proceedings even more than they had already been fucked.  I crept up behind her while she was threatening Cam and Jake, who had a gun on her.

What that idiot was thinking, bringing a knife to a gunfight, I have no idea.  All I knew was that if I didn't incapacitate her, she was going to die.  So I ran and stabbed her shoulder from behind.  She turned and seemed happy to fight someone who "wasn't a cheater."  I didn't have the heart to tell her.  After a brief tussle, I got a gash on my leg and she booked it, jumping out the window to the fire escape.

Couldn't tell you what else happened, but that's what I saw.  It was a bit of a big scene.  Anyways, Hylo was there and patched me up, and nothing out of the ordinary happened.  Then the ceremony went on.  Turns out the cook's death was a bad omen: the food had been poisoned.  The culprit: The infamous Morningstar, legendary maniac proxy.  So they got out a bunch of replacement food (Which I think tasted better than the fancy stuff would have) and Cam and Jake started dancing.  Once the floor was open, of course I didn't participate.  I hate dancing, plus, I had a gashed leg.

Though I'll confess there was someone I wouldn't have minded dancing with.  But the fight put a literal knife to those plans.  *sigh* The one time I'm determined to dance with a girl...Instead I got an impromptu hate-date with Nee.

That's all for the wedding.  Now for Rhodes.

His earlier comment was a smokescreen- he knew I was in NYC for some reason.  Refused to elaborate.  We met before the wedding and he shared some good info with me.  I know where I'm headed next and it ain't home.  As for him- youngish chap, good suit, neat red hair, polite.  Thanks, man.  I dunno what your deal is quite yet but you're alright.

That's that.  Time to hit the hay.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

I wanna go to a gay bar- or not

So a bunch of guys in dresses (and Hylo/Ryuu, which was a bit perplexing) went off last night to Cam's bacheler party.  They were going to a strip club or SOME stupid shit like that.

Did I go?  No.  I could smell the damage control from eight miles away.  I stayed in and read some Sun Tzu and I enjoyed it, dammit.

Turns out that, AS ALWAYS, I was dead right, though it's a bit sad I apparently missed August whoring out half the state.

Wedding tonight.  Excited.  Only going to bring three knives, as a courtesy.  Hey, I don't have a wedding gift, it's the best I can do.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Shopping~

Goddammit Cam, I swear I'm paying you back for this suit.

So yeah, I went shopping today with Cam of Take The Myth and Hylo of The Bright Conundrum.  (look em up)  I'm in Vermont to attend Cam and Jake's wedding.

Let me just say: I DO NOT UNDERSTAND FORMALWEAR.  All of these laces and fancy bits are completely impractical and expensive.  I GUESS they look nice?  I guess I'm just more of "rugged beauty" type?  Whatever.  Fashion is STUPID.

I still had fun, regardless.  Thanks, Cam!  Sorry about hitting that attendant who was taking my measurements, but look, when you get touched out of nowhere you have reactions.

Look forward to seeing you two tomorrow.  I even kinda liked Hylo's dress.  It was alright.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Resistance?

Woke up with a horrible cough.  Unsurprising, considering what happened last night.

I had gone to bed, same as usual...When I was suddenly in the forest, walking away from my house.  Ahead of me was guess who.  So, more time lost...But here was the weird part: He was facing AWAY from me.  Like he was leading me somewhere.  As soon as I realized where I was and stopped, he turned, and...almost seemed surprised.  His form seemed to ripple and shake for a moment.

People often report missing time when dealing with Slenderman.  The theory is that is the time when you are under his control.  It's happened to me before.  But now?  For some reason, while he was leading me away, he lost it and I woke up.  The hell does THAT mean?  I've never seen anyone report something like that happening before.

The bad news was, I think he was a little pissed about it.  He advanced towards me.  I almost passed out, the full force of his malice seemed to be pouring out of him.  And to make matters worse, two tentacles appeared from his body, pure black, and snaked forward.  I jumped aside and barely avoided them, but it was a fluke.  I could hardly move.  I stumbled and fell, and he came straight at me.

If it hadn't been for her, I think the Messenger would be the next person updating this.

Rise shot out of the underbrush and stabbed a knife into one of the tentacles reaching for me.  I have no clue why that did anything, but I think it was the surprise at seeing her that caused him to halt, more than the knife.  She grabbed my arm, pulled me to my feet and started running, me trailing behind.  For a few minutes I heard crunching noises behind us, like we were being followed, but they stopped, eventually.

Once we reached my backyard, we paused and caught our breath.  I was too tired to talk, and I think that went for her, too.  Before I could react, she had stepped away and ran into the woods in a different direction.  Lost sight of her almost immediately.

Rise...I don't know what to think of her.  She's cruel and ruthless, she'll kill anyone who gets in her way, but she saved me.  What's her problem, anyway?

Maybe even more importantly, why did I wake up in the middle of Slendertransit?  What could've made him lose his grasp on me?

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

What else went down

Another reason why I haven't been posting for six days is because I've been pretty busy.

In short, I was tracking down Rise.

It wasn't as hard as you'd think.  The thing about a stalker is that they'll always show up if you give them the chance.  A couple trips into Boston did the trick.  I caught sight of someone following me in a less crowded area.  Yeah, I know it was a bit dumb to isolate myself like that, but trust me, I'm prepared now.

She didn't duck around the corner quite fast enough.  I was on her trail, and I found her hideout.  We had a bit of a struggle- she didn't really want to talk.  But eventually I sat her down and we talked.

Recap: We had talked online before.  She told me, that for whatever reason, I have the power to "hide", to temporarily mask myself from Slenderman's sight.  She has no idea why.  Now, with our next meeting, I slowly explained to her that if she touched Fiona again, I was going to kill her.  She was silent for a moment, then gave us this charming little statement:

"Pointless.  She's already His.  Leave her and save yourself.  You could escape, you know.  If you found out why your Hide triggers, you would be able to live your life free of Him.  Forget the weapon.  She's as good as dead."

I very calmly (seriously, my voice was very level) replied: "Go fuck yourself, Rise.  I didn't survive this long to ditch everyone else who was in my boat.  And if you talk about my friend like she's an object again, I'll feed you your mask."

She tore the mask in question off and glared at me.  Her eyes were...yellow.  Golden.  Almost animal like.  Did exposure to him cause that?

"You're an idiot!  You'll face death for a PAWN.  I thought you were supposed to be clever!  You're just another fool who thinks he's a hero!"

This was the first time she really showed emotion in her voice.  Something about what I said really pissed her off.  There was an awkward silence, and before I could speak up again, there was a small rustling outside.  We looked at each other, she put a finger to her lips and walked to the door of the abandoned basement we were in.  To my surprise, the door burst open and Ray, of all people, came in, with a knife.  He pushed Rise aside and came at me, cutting my arm.

I was in a bit of a dilemma.  I couldn't push him back, my left arm hurt way too much to move.  I couldn't fistfight him either, especially since he had that knife.  I decided to try something stupid.  It might just work, I reasoned.  And I did.

I headbutted him.  God it hurt.  But I guess my head was tougher, since he fell down, stunned.  I couldn't blame him, I was pretty stunned too.  I staggered back against the wall, but it was alright, he wasn't moving.  Rise leaned down and relieved him of his knife, which was good.  Then she did something that was bad.

She slit his throat.  He died almost instantly.

I rushed at her, hitting her square in the face, and I yelled something along the lines of "How was he different than us!?  How are any of them different from us?  It's HIS fault!  You're just as bad as HE is!" I had her by the throat at this point.  She had an odd look in her eye.  I think she thought I was going to kill her.  She seemed...almost serene.  Accepting.

I dropped her and left.  I couldn't look at her.  I couldn't look at him.

Ray, I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry.  I don't care what you did, you had a right to live, just like the rest of us.  I'm sorry I let you die.

One way or another, I hope you find peace.

I'm back

No worse for the wear.  Couple of cuts on my arm, a bruise or two.  No pain no gain, aye?

First off, what happened in Maine: I was staying in Fiona's house, yeah, you know the story.  When I found this flier, or whatever, a promotional thing, for a nightclub nearby.  "The Ark."  Well.  Who would've thought Archy and Ridley were into bright disco lights and terrible pop songs?  Anyways, I didn't know for sure this was what I was looking for, but it never hurts to try, right?  I had Fiona take me there.

Whoop, yeah, it was.  Ridley was right there.  With a bunch of his even dumber looking friends.  I noticed his leg was at a weird angle- guess it broke after our last meeting.  Serves him right.  Anyways, he gets up and does the Ridley thing, you know, pretends he's my best friend, starts talking about a ton of bullshit no one cares about - (although the one about pantsing George W was pretty good, I'll admit) - and I told him to fuck off.  I also might've made a few comments regarding his deodorant, the state of his "crib" - seriously it was a pigsty- and called him an idiot again.

He came at me.  I was ready to grab Fiona and run, but guess who showed up.  Yeah.  Slenderman really wants to keep this facade up with Fiona.  He just kind of looked at Ridley, and Rids started gibbering even stupider crap.  I took my friend's arm and we bolted.  Now that I knew where it was, there was nothing left for me to do in Maine.  But here's the frustrating/adorable thing: Fi wouldn't let me go.  She insisted I was too sick to travel, even though I was FINE.  We kept arguing about it all the way back to her house, when suddenly, someone said that if I wanted to go home, she should let me.  There was an older, hispanic looking man in her house.  She introduced him as Mr. C.

Archangel.  That bastard.  I would've liked nothing better than to grab something and start bludgeoning him, but I had no idea what kind of tricks he had up his sleeve.  Also, it might've distressed Fiona a bit.  Instead, I just took my leave.

On my way onto the train, someone called out to me.  Fi.  We said our farewells, and I warned her again about Archangel.  "You've seen the kind of company he keeps.  You can't trust him, or his boss, for that matter." were the exact words I think I used.

She got a bit mad with me, insisting that her Prince was just looking out for her.  She really seems to love him.  What a joke.  It was sad.

...dear god am I actually jealous?  I think I might be.  Wow.  Jealous of Slenderman.  A new low.

After her angry retort, I didn't say anything, and turned to get on the train.  But she stopped me again, and I saw she was still worried about me.  I promised to let her know as soon as I got home.  So we parted...friends, if friends with a pretty huge difference in opinion.

Aaaaand then I got home.

"But Konaa!" you say, eyes sparkling with youthful innocence and curiosity.  "That was almost a week ago!  What have you been up to since then?"

That's for next time.  I'm exhausted right now.  Typing out this post was hard enough.

Keep you posted, folks.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

My impromptu Maine sojourn

There was one thing I left out of my post about Dad, cause I thought it was irrelevant.  The night before that, I had a dream.

In it, I was seated on a rock in a dark, foggy forest.  An old man was seated across from me.  I recognized him from my last dream, and asked him who he was.  This was what he said:

"A guide.  I do not move the pieces of reality, as He does.  I merely ensure that the pieces know what they should before they act."

He paused here.  I stayed silent for a moment as well.  Then I asked him what I was supposed to know.

"Your masked helper means both good and ill to you.  You have an ability, and the masked one seeks to exploit it, to forever escape His gaze.  To the end, the masked one will attempt to remove all distractions from your sight.  Including your fellow prey."

He paused again, and an image appeared in the background of the forest.  It was a girl, walking alone.  A masked figure was stalking her.  I had no idea how I knew it but...I knew it was Fiona.  I started bombarding the old man with questions, mostly dumb ones.  There had to be SOME way to help her, I figured.  Here's what he said:

"This is merely an image of what will happen soon.  You still have time.  Your father has a way.  Fight on, if you seek life."

And with that abrupt ending, I awoke.  Now, I hadn't really considered that dream for most of the day, but the talk with Dad jogged my memory about it.  Only a couple hours later, I went to him, and told him about it.  I said I needed to be in Maine as soon as possible.  He looked at me, sort of pained, and told me there was a way to do it.  A path he could open, that they had used while in His service.  He told me to keep my location firmly in mind, and not to stay in it for any longer than ten seconds.  Apparently, the pressure in this Path of Black Leaves can seriously fuck up anyone who isn't a proxy.

He pointed at the hallway, and told me to walk around it.  (Note: This is an abridged version.  It actually took some convincing for him to let me go.  He was worried about me, obviously, but in the end I managed to get him on board.)

I followed his instructions.  Upon turning the corner, I was no longer in my house.  It was a dark, harrowing street.  The sky was dark, and black leaves fell from trees along the path.  I started to run.  I focused on Fiona's face and tried to will this Path to take me to her.  I think I was in there for about 15, 20 seconds.  After that, I emerged on another dark street, but I could tell this one was our world. 

Someone was lunging for Fiona with a knife.  I managed to knock it out of his hands.  He was this older fellow, couldn't really say his age.  Accompanying him was a young woman, maybe a bit older than me, with a white mask.  Her hair was gray as an old woman's.  We exchanged some words, and I found out that she was Rise.  Don't ask me why, but I just thought she was a guy for some reason before then.

I won't bore you with the details, but neither of them are particularly tough fighters, and I had the drop on them.  I managed to drive them away, after telling them straight out that they were scum for attacking an innocent girl, just cause Slender Man's charmed her.  It wasn't that big a deal, anyway, they were total weaklings.  Speaking of Slendy...He was standing behind Fiona the entire time, just watching it happen.  I don't much like the idea of doing his work for him, but I guess it's better than letting Fi get stabbed.

That's the whole story, more or less.  Oh yeah- I collapsed a bit after that, and started to cough up blood.  It hurt, let me tell you.  I guess I was on the path for a bit too long...Anyways, you know the rest, Fi brought me back to her house and that's where I am right now.  She won't let me leave today cause the of the thunderstorms, says it's too dangerous.  Already called Dad to tell him I'm fine, and I guess I'll head home tomorrow.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

That was a little odd

So um, hi.  Right now, I'm at Fiona's house.  Don't ask.  I'll explain tomorrow, I'm in a lot of pain right now and it's making typing a bitch.

Let's just say we had an encounter.  More tomorrow.

Finally talked to Dad

Today was a good time to do it.  Mom was out on an errand.  I called Dad into the living room and told him I wanted to talk to him about something.  Before I could ask anything, he told me that he knew what this was about.  I stayed quiet, and let him explain.

Thirty years ago, he was in high school.  His mother had fallen ill, his father had passed on a year earlier.  He was holding down a job, and still didn't have the money to pay for the hospital bills.  He was about to drop out of school, when guess who showed up.

My Dad started working for him, in exchange for the money he needed.  He didn't know how Slender Man had the money, and he didn't want to know.  Can't really blame him.  This went on for two years.  He started to enjoy his new job.  There was a thrill in working for a monster, it seems.  Sometimes he just stole things, other times he stalked people, delivering messages about how Slendy was coming for them.

Eventually my grandma got out of the hospital.  But he didn't stop.  He kept going, because he was now a willing servant of Slender Man.  But, not all good things can last, sadly.  It all came to a head when he was ordered to kill someone.

Now, my Dad's a pacifist, through and through.  He was, even then.  One thing I think I've inherited is the lack of any stomach for killing.  He refused, and ran.  He claimed his debt was paid and he didn't owe Slender Man anything.  He moved out of New York and into Massachusetts.  There he met my Mom, and you know the rest.

So...Slender Man's after me because he still thinks my Dad owes him.  The only real question is, does he want something from me or him?  Does he want my Dad to start working for him again, or is he thoroughly interested in me now?  Who knows.  Not even the people closest to him can figure him out, after all.

It's nice to have someone I can talk to about this, in person.  Even better that it's someone close to me.  He promised we'd do something about this, but he was silent as to what. 

I don't blame him.  Do any of us have a clue what we're gonna do about this?

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Dunno if you're reading Fiona's blog, guys, but...argh.

So it would seem he's...doing stuff to her body.  Rearranging parts of it.  Whatever she says about how he wants to make her more "beautiful"...I can't help but wonder what he actually wants.  And the frustrating thing is, she won't listen to a word anyone says against him.

I have to do something, soon.  It'll be too late before long.