Looks like the tall shit stopped fucking around.
I was about to fall asleep in my hideout, when I notice that my nose started bleeding, few seconds later a strong ultrasound started to ring in both of my ears, made me want to throw up, it felt like it was turning my brain into a puddle of shit.
I fell to my knees and threw up right there and then, after that I look up and guess who I see, Slenderman himself, up close and personal. There was no doubt in my mind that he was responsible for the ultrasound and the bleeding.
I tried to get up and scramble away, but I couldn't, my body refused to move, it's like I forgot how to move, I don't know. Then, one of his tendrils lashed out and smacked me into the next room, which was actually good, cause even if I could move, I would still have to get into the room that I was smacked into, because I needed to pick up something before escaping.
Once a little bit of distance was gained between me and it, the ultrasound eased up and I could actually move. I grabbed what I intended to take and was trying to make a run for the nearest window, but you can't really outrun that tall shit. As soon as I got what I needed and turned around, it was already in the room, ultrasound came back and once again my body refused to move.
One of it's tendrils wrapped around my neck and pushed me against the wall. It was obvious that it was going to kill me, as I was being choked, I saw another one of it's tendrils coming out from it's back, ready to puncture my body like a voodoo doll.
But then, something happened, a flash of light behind me, I felt something grab me from behind around my chest, felt like hands and this force pulled me into the light that was coming from behind me. I don't know what happened after that, bits and pieces of images remain in my head, I remember seeing Denizens, some black trees, etc. It was weird, that's all I can say.
Next thing that happened is I woke up in this nifty little spot. Not telling where and what, since for now, I'll be using this as my hideout.
That's all, I guess.
Saturday 27 June 2015
Sunday 7 June 2015
What the fuck?
What the fuck is wrong with me?
These thoughts, those voices... And now this? Yeah, you're laughing your ass off aren't you? Despite the fact that I took out your entire squad, you're laughing your ass off cause I was shot in the leg. You're laughing your ass off imagining me, crawling away from the location, yeah? Keep fucking laughing, cause, after going through so much pain both mentally and physically, I think I finally snapped.
Now, I may not seem like I snapped, hell, I don't think I snapped mentally. Sure, all I can see in my mind is your bloody carcass laying on the floor and me standing above you, with my sword sticking out of your throat. But, I mean, that's kind of an obvious thing to see coming from such an arrogant little shit like me, right? Yeah, I didn't snap mentally, I know who I am and what I need to do.
However, I think, I did snap physically. I was wondering why I never fought back when I was bullied, I mean, I could swing a few knuckles here and there and yet, I never even attempted to do so, it wasn't because I was afraid, believe you me, fear is kind of pointless when it comes to bullies, they never have the guts to do anything serious, so why be afraid? Couple of bruises? That'll heal up, hell, that's practically a souvenir right there and then I realized, every wound I have is a souvenir, no matter how recent or old.
Those are like ink in a history book, they are recordings of my life. So what happens when so many bruises appear on your body throughout your life? You get accustomed to it, that's why I never fought back, I think I enjoyed the pain. This bullet wound hurts like hell, but it feels so damn good, I literally came back like 1 hour ago and I should have been patching up the bullet wound, but I spent an entire hour just sitting in the corner and soaking in the pain. The blood running down my leg feels so warm, in this moment, I feel alive, I feel complete.
So yeah, throw as many of your associates at me as you can, it'll only bring me joy, asshole.
These thoughts, those voices... And now this? Yeah, you're laughing your ass off aren't you? Despite the fact that I took out your entire squad, you're laughing your ass off cause I was shot in the leg. You're laughing your ass off imagining me, crawling away from the location, yeah? Keep fucking laughing, cause, after going through so much pain both mentally and physically, I think I finally snapped.
Now, I may not seem like I snapped, hell, I don't think I snapped mentally. Sure, all I can see in my mind is your bloody carcass laying on the floor and me standing above you, with my sword sticking out of your throat. But, I mean, that's kind of an obvious thing to see coming from such an arrogant little shit like me, right? Yeah, I didn't snap mentally, I know who I am and what I need to do.
However, I think, I did snap physically. I was wondering why I never fought back when I was bullied, I mean, I could swing a few knuckles here and there and yet, I never even attempted to do so, it wasn't because I was afraid, believe you me, fear is kind of pointless when it comes to bullies, they never have the guts to do anything serious, so why be afraid? Couple of bruises? That'll heal up, hell, that's practically a souvenir right there and then I realized, every wound I have is a souvenir, no matter how recent or old.
Those are like ink in a history book, they are recordings of my life. So what happens when so many bruises appear on your body throughout your life? You get accustomed to it, that's why I never fought back, I think I enjoyed the pain. This bullet wound hurts like hell, but it feels so damn good, I literally came back like 1 hour ago and I should have been patching up the bullet wound, but I spent an entire hour just sitting in the corner and soaking in the pain. The blood running down my leg feels so warm, in this moment, I feel alive, I feel complete.
So yeah, throw as many of your associates at me as you can, it'll only bring me joy, asshole.
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