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On the Twelfth Day of Christmas....

Is it the starry lights that speckle the nighttime sky above me?

Yes...... I think it is.

I'm shivering.

I'm sprawled naked in the snow.

My breath but wisps in the air.

Where am I now?

How long before I black out again?

Did I miss Christmas?

My body is covered with burns from where the Monument had touched me.

Apparently I piss him off.


Eh, before I go away again.

Happy Christmas.

p.s. What I want for Christmas, is a warm bed. Behind a locked door. Where I know I can be alone.

And he won't find me again.


...And I was just trying to figure out exactly HOW I am supposed to be of ANY importance to you, father, OR the Monument.

And every word that you let exit your little skullcave is only pissing me off.

I KNOW who I am. I don't need you to tell me that.

And I can promise you I will NEVER do what you expect me to do. No matter HOW much gore you promise it'll cause.

I won't hurt father like that.

.....Stop looking at me like that.

OKay stop it.

NoT Agian.

PLeaSe STop.


God PleAse.

No non No Non no nono No.

Stop PLeaSees I BEg of YOU!

It hurts. so bad.

Let me gO.



I KNow YOU'vE AlL BEeN WONdERIng WhaT's BEen/ UP WITh Me RECentLY.

BUt NO NEEd To WorRy!

I'm Fine now.



Run Little Rabbit.

It's dark.

Very dark down here.

Like I can stick out my tongue and taste the void.

His voice.


Sends waves through the darkness.

Makes my head hurt.

I open my eyes.

And everything's covered in a thick, dripping blanket of red.

I'm left frightened.

A snow white rabbit spattered with blood.

Why did I do this?

How did I do this?

I should enjoy this.

I did this.

But I didn't mean to.

And that's what's scaring me...

I want to go home...



Her name was Elliot.

Surname, Parker.

Known to have been an outgoing, courageous, adorable little girl.

Parents were loving. Caring. Protective.

She had everything going for her.

That was, until a certain somebody entered her home.

A flashback.

A nightmare?

She thought she knew it all.

But little did she know that roots go deeper than that.

Little did she know that her father was a fighter.

A fighter who fell.

Became tainted after forcefully ingesting a clump of black leaves.


Hahaha you're going to love this.

The Construct had it's wretched claws in her life since before she was even created.

The assimilation of Ethan only ripped apart the foundation The Slender Man had so painstakingly laid.

This 'Anarchitect', is nothing but a piece of a much much MUCH bigger picture.

The Monument.

And it's scaring Him.

And soon little Elliot is going to have more than her fair share of beasties pushing and shoving to have her blood on their hands.

Such is the fate of something so powerful.

But don't fret, the Monument is here.

She'll take her proper place before long.

Til then my friends,

Let's watch her drown.



A..........Plea...... for something called...... help.

Sigh..... okay...

'Monument' found me today.

Don't ask me what happened I can't remember anything.

He sort of stuck some needle thing in my eye and all was black after that.


Apparently I'm a fragment of something.

He rambles to much....

Oh how I'd like to sew those lips shut and remind him just WHO I am...

Ego aside though, I'm running now.

I'm officially.......


I'm officially pleading for......



I NEED to get back to Michigan.

I NEED to find 'Father'.

Everything is just so confusing right now.....

I hate it.

I prefer to have a handle on any anointed situation.

Even if I'm getting my arse kicked, as long as I'm in the know I'm fine.

Blah, I'm getting dizzy.

I'm going to find a nice place to fall asleep for a while.....


Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left...

So... an.. update?

Not much to update really anymore is there?

I created this as a simple journal to chronicle my awesomeness in the creation of the Construct.

Look where I'm at now.....



I'm thinking I'm somewhere in the vicinity if Ayrshire.

I met a 'family' member.

He stabbed me.

So I'm thinking I'm fucked on that front.

It's not in my head.

I AM older.

But not much.

Still going to keep that age thing secret though.

Only clue is I'm not the age of a sixth grader anymore.

Also, images.

Oh fuck the images.

I don't know if I'm finally going insane, or something the Construct did but I'm getting this pretty fucked up images playing in my head.

Doesn't matter what I'm doing, I tend to zone out for a few and argue with myself.

Which also means I gotta admit to the voices as well.

Never had to deal with voices since I was eight.

Sucks that they're back.

Especially when they're telling me to do 'GOOD' things one second like save a baby from a fire, then telling me to do 'EVIL' shit the next second like stabbing the baby in the eye with it's mother's bloodstained spinal column.

Gives me headaches.

Anyway. I'm going to keep walking.

Gotta find SOME way out of here...


And Now For Something Completely Different.

I'm not dead.

Though I really should be.

I'm writing this up from I have no fucking clue where.

The signs are all squiggly lines and everywhere is covered in neon lights.

I have just woken up with what I;m sure is the WORST headache I have ever had the misfortune to know.

Not to mention the fact that after waking up I've already been beaten once and 'propositioned' for a good time.

......I like the desperation of this place....



Let's see....

The Construct is gone.

I've basically been estranged from my 'family'.

The Artifact is dead.

And in his place has risen some fucker going by the Monument.

To what I don't know.

He put my head through a wall before I could make that smartass remark.

'Father'...... fears me?


Long post.

The Construct was breathing. And I was fucking excited. I was actually doing something. 'Father' had taken to shadowing me and my movements.

Now the Artifact was bound and gagged in the basement. Right next to the Construct. I dunno I just felt like they deserved to be together.

Little did I know what I was.

I was standing before the Construct. Held within my hand was the half empty vial of Nathan's blood.

And I poured it upon the Construct.

The Artifact..... and me.... were immediately on the floor. This screeching... this hideous roar was ripping apart my brain. I was screaming at the top of my lungs but I couldn't even hear myself.

'Father' walked passed me.

Like nothing was wrong... He placed his hand upon the Construct... The light was blinding...

His face began to rip open...

But the Artifact... he tackled Him.

I could hear the crunch as 'father's' knee went into one of the Construct's jagged corners.

The earsplitting sounds ceased.

And so begins a fragmented nightmare.

I felt my skin burning. like I was on fire.

'Father' and the Artifact were ripping each other apart.

I was.... I was scared.

And I crawled under the Construct. Curling into a ball.

I started to cry.

Shut up....

Then something happened.

The Artifact was slammed into the Construct. and it just split in two.

Crushing me.

I felt like I had only blinked my eyes. And I was in a room that felt endless. Too bright I had to squint my eyes.

I swear I saw my dad. Smiling. Gesturing for me to come to him.

All this time... I thought he was dead...

I started after him at a dead sprint. A knife already in my hand. Each straining step throwing me closer and closer to his smirking face.

And as I reached those laast few steps, my voice, almost inhuman, roared, "WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE!?!?" And I throw myself at him, gripping my knife with both hands and thrusting my entire body into shoving that blade as far as it could go into his eye.

A spurt of blood.

And the sound of something I don't ever want to hear again.

The world around me shattered. I fall to the ground with my dad beneath me. Only it wasn't my dad.

It was my 'father'.

I screamed and fell off of Him.

My mind was a mess. I couldn't wrap my head around what happened.

Then Artifact grabbed my hair. and dragged me into the air.

When I saw him... It wasn't the Artifact anymore.

"Effigy." was the raspy voice the echoed out of what should be his mouth.

My eyes were wide. My heart was pounding. But my mouth reigned free.

"You were waaaaaay hotter ten minutes ago. What the fuck happened?"

He slams me up against the wall, a twisted smirk crossing his lips.

"Ethan doesn't live here anymore."

My mind blanks a moment, before finally catching on.

"Who are you then?"

His eyes shimmer.

"The Monument."

My lips start moving but the next moment his fist send my head crashing into the brick wall.

I fall limply to the ground. Barely conscious.

This Monument guy raises his foot above my head.

All I do is whimper.

But before it comes down upon my face, 'father' sends him sprawling into the wall.

He had never looked more angry.

Even the reality around Him shook a little.

Dazing in and out. I see Monument look at me. 'Father' taking a menacing step forward. And with that the Monument disappears.

After a moment 'Father' calms down. And looks down at me.

I whimper and reach for Him.

He looks at me quietly... almost... sadly?

And just walks off.

Leaving me alone.



I close my eyes and wish that I was anywhere but here.

And suddenly I slapped down upon concrete.

I don't remember anymore before waking up here in the middle of I don't even fucking know. Sporting eyes, memories, and... maturity I wasn't in possession of before the shit became a storm.

...."Father' hasn't responded to anything.

I think he's pissed I broke the Construct.

And turned the Artifact into a monster.


None of this seems real.

It feels like a bad sci fi novel that I had the misfortune to rummage out of the bargain bin at some dead end bookshop in the middle of butt fuck nowhere.


Not my best update.

But too much has gone down, and not enough time to filter it all into one nicely cohesive article.

I'm fucking lost people. And without any idea of where I am. Why my eyes aren't blue. And why the FUCK everyone's driving on the wrong side of the effin' road!!!



A game of cat and mouse and rat and dog.

To all who read this, the little anarchitect is learning just how judgmental the damned can be.

In a four way chess match between me, the Slender Man, the Construct, and her.

We'll see just how far she's willing to go to survive.

And keep on living an existence worse than death.

Assimilation is nigh.

This unholy Father is struggling to keep his grip upon all aspects of this quickly unraveling project.

Did he not know the connection between The Anarchitect,  The Artifact and The Construct?

Or did He?

And something went terribly wrong.

Haha who knows.

When the smoke clears, you'll be met with a declaration...

Or an obituary.


He sees me.

Hiding in the walls.

His eyes crawling in my skull like a plague of parasitic roaches.

He knows my name.

My TRUE name.

Make him stop.

Make the voices stop.

My flesh.

It burns.

Burns so brightly I can feel it glowing beneath my skin.

He's inside me.

Inside me.

Rearranging my organs.

Planting seeds.

My flesh is crawling up the walls.

The voices.

The voices are screaming.

Screaming so loud.




Echoes. Echoes.



Dad is that you?


Television Doesn't Rot The Brain, The Subliminal Messaging Does.

I've been... pretty upset the last few days I admit.

Nate... the Artifact.... 'father'.... My stomach...

I admit it was all getting to be a tad bit too much for me to handle all at once.

So I hid myself away in the basement with the Construct. Moping... Crying... kicking the damned thing and shouting at it to work... eventually sitting next to it and trading life stories....

You know, girl stuff.

Anyway, about Thirty-Two hours into my idiotic tantrum, I was telling the Construct about.... personal things...

When I somehow found myself meeting the wall rather intimately.

My head felt cold stone hit it with a nice, solid, crack!

I found myself reeling.

Then found myself on my belly.

A strong knee pressing into my spine.

It hurt.

Now I admit the only things being said in that brief scuffle was every word that could somehow incorporate 'fuck' in to it.

Which surprisingly enough was ALOT.

"Oh you have quite the heated tongue now don't you hun?"

I shut the fuck up at that.

I recognized that voice.

I felt him sit atop me.

He was warm...

"Well now that I have your attention... care to tell me why you haven't called?" He teases and I start to squirm.

The only thought within my mind were huge fluorescent words that lit up the forefront of my mind.


For some reason I just could not put those words into my mouth.

He leans over and bites my ear.

And I squeak.

Yes I fucking squeak.

I squeaked and I blushed and I tried my damned best to curl into a ball.

Anything so he'd stop making me feel so pleasantly helpless and let me get the upper hand again.

Unfortunately he was strong.

Very strong.

My thrashing limbs beat upon him like mere twigs.

Damn I'm weak....

I could feel my voice inching back from wherever the fuck it went.

"Get off me and let me kill you!!!!" I scream and he just smirks.

Fucker just smirks!

"You are so cute when you're helpless." He laughs then rolls me over in one swift movement so we are face to face.

I do not know why but my eyes first went to his lips. I admit I wanted. and I mean REALLY wanted what came next.

He kissed me.

Dunno why.

Don't really care.

He kissed me.

I could feel my cheeks burning a bright red.

But I didn't mind.

I fell in love with his kiss.

Suddenly a strange shock pricked our lips.

Like when you rub your feet in the carpet then touch someone.

It changed him.

His eyes grew a tad darker. His voice deepened. And all pleasantries faded away.

"Tell me what the fuck I want to know before I cut each little tooth out of that pretty little fuckhole you have."

I admit that kinda turned me on. I could feel the tension building all around me.

"I'll tell you everything you want to goddamn know once I am done using your big head to unlock my Construct..." I growl back and he leans in closer.

"Who the fuck is the Slenderman?" he seethes and I stare back at him with my hideously deep blue eyes.

"My dick. I also have a pair of boobs I call Blow and Me."

He slaps me hard across the face.

I feel myself moan a little.

"TELL ME." he roars and I feel myself smirk.

"Ask Him yourself." I giggle and on cue 'father' thrusts a tentacle through his arm and propels him in to the back wall.

Perks of being a proxy I guess.

You know when He comes round.

The Artifact screams out in pain as his shoulder starts to bloody.

His warm crimson blood dripping from 'father's' arm...

I crawl to my feet, feeling a tad worse for wear, then look up at Him.

He cocks His head to the side.

I nod.

He looks back at the Artifact, and then a few more tentacles wrap around his limbs and lift him high into the air, before bringing him down upon the Construct.

The sound it made was deafening.

So much so that even 'father' dropped everything and just vanished.

Blood trailed lightly down my ears.

My head was ringing.

But still.

I step over the Artifact's unconscious form and stop before the Construct.

It was moving...

I felt myself smile.

Then fall forward and drape myself amongst the Construct.

I swear I could hear it's heart beating...


Confusion wrapped in Bubblegum

I'm..... I'm bleeding again.

Quite alot this time.


It was fucking worth it though.

Holy shit was it worth it...

Long story short?

The Construct is alive and moving.

And a sidenote?

......I think I'm in love...

or lust.

Whichever is considered more relevant towards a teenager.

Hmm... how offputting is that?

I dunno.

I'm gonna go eat pizza.

Pizza sounds good.

...I should get a band aid to cover this gaping hole in my stomach as well.



Departure and Arrival

No one saw me.

I made sure of it.

Attended a certain funeral.

Don't really know why.

Just had to I guess...

It was pretty boring just so you know.

So explosions or fire.

Definitely no blood.

Just...... shock... and awe?

Everyone seemed distant.

Most likely cause 'father' stood beside me.

He's been.... taking a real interest in my situation with the Artifact and the Construct.

Won't leave me the fuck alone.


Because I know you're going to read this, Tor..... You remind me that music can still be beautiful.

Now on another topic.

Much more uplifting.

....and delicious.


Yes, a many of you are wondering when I will finally pick up the fucking pace and get to work draining you of this such precious substance.

It's just since the accident with Nate's......

Since I had that 'incident' I find the whole collection process unimportant compared to acquiring the Artifact.

....and no it's not cause of anything else.

Now that you've all been updated as to my current status, I will now get back to tracking the fucking Artifact.

Oh yes, and to all who want to hug me,

I bite.




....So she was face to face with the Slender Man for the very first time.

Lying broken upon her bed.

Naked, cold, alone. The tears leaking from her eyes in streams.

He just stood there with that strange tilt to His head.

Her breath was ragged.


Strangely, as he stands on the other side of the room, He still manages to reach out a long, slender hand with ease and gently touch the girl's cheek.

Immediately she felt a wave of sickness bubble within her stomach.

But also... something else, hidden just beneath the surface.

She KNEW she was about to die. She KNEW that this wasn't normal.

But she didn't care.

She managed a smile.

And took the being's hand.

Helping her up, He urged her towards the door. Careful to always hold her hand.


She opens the door and wanders out, waiting a moment as her demonic companion unnaturally flowed through the door with a strange liquid motion.

Down the hall they went.

The girl was curious. Wondering if He was an angel, here to lead her into eternity.

It would explain the feeling of dread that was slowly eating upon the edges of her mind.

They come upon the door of her parents room.

She looks up at Him. Scared.

He reaches out one of His hands, and rips off a finger.

As He hands it to her, He had already manifested a new one.

And the finger He had handed to her had somehow conformed into that of an almost alien looking blade.

It felt warm to the touch, the deadly looking edge promising an easy, painful cut.

It felt natural within her grasp.

She looks back up at the angel.

He nods and opens the door for her.

Gently pushing her inside.

Her parents lay unconscious upon their bed. Teddy bear father still naked from earlier... damned mother wrapped within his arms. A smile upon her face...

The girl's grip tightened around the knife.

Yet with the fierce determination and heat of vengeance staining red her mind, she found herself surprised just how naturally she found herself creeping up to the bed.

Their breathing a torrential pain within her ears.

How she longed to make that decrepit sound stop.

She stopped just in front of her mother.

The girl's face inhuman.

Something wrong had changed it.

No longer did that scared, broken little daughter reside within anymore.

She'd been replaced.

By revenge.

The blade cut through the air with ease, a gentle swipe and her mother's eyes were bulging as her throat splits open and blood starts gushing out in rivers.

The gurgling awoke the father.

His eyes widened at the sight of his sex toy ripping open his darling dear.

With a squeak he falls out of bed.

The girl's ears perked up, and like the quickly flowing blood she was standing before her father. the blade dripping the essence of what was her mother.

The man she was forced to call her father was whimpering before her.

She smiled.

"But daddy, don't you love me?"

She crawls upon her father.

A tiny hand gently gripping his precious...

He moaned.

The blade came down.

He screamed.

She looked at him with a rage that no child should ever have possessed.

And she shoved that blade deep into his open mouth.

Feeling it slip through flesh. brain. then a pop as it went through bone and pinned the man's head to the wall behind him.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Tongue lolling.

Bleeding profusely from both heads.

The girl found herself crying.


Tears falling down in streams.

She rips the blade out and brings it down again.

and again.

again. again. again. again. AGAIN. AGAIN. AGAIN!


As she brings the knife above her head once more, the blood and tears and sweat all mixed into one upon her face, dripping down her cold, shivering, flesh.

His hand gently stopped her.

Taking the knife from her and setting it aside.

The girl looks up at the Slender Man with dull eyes.

He looks down upon that broken creature.

Slides down to his knees, and pulls her into His arms, her small frame contrasting against His.

He let her sob and curl up into His chest.

Blood smearing His suit.

For hours it went on.

Her parents bodies finally growing cold.

The blood finally stopping.

As the first rays of sunlight started to peer in through the windows.

He stood up.

Her form in His arms.

And as He turned and left the room.

She fell asleep.

Finally feeling safe...


Artifacts, Lips, Snow and Bile. All the things that make life worthwhile.

As I write this, I'm sitting here in my attic, covered in scrapes and bruises. And my mouth is sewn shut.

My clothes tattered, maybe 'rags' are a better term for them now.

I'm fucking freezing.

My lips hurt.

I should be in a rage right now. I really. REALLY should. But... I can't get passed this horrific calm.


I found it.

The artifact.

Unfortunately... He found me too.

Still not making sense?

I've been the artifact's plaything for the last couple days.

He's insane....

like me.

I found him. I fucking found him. And shit I was ready to collect him and take him home be it in one piece or many.

He was waiting for me.

Said he could smell the ashes of the Construct on me.

I... 'invited' him to come back and see it.

He put a knife through my hand.

I liked that feeling.


I think he noticed that shimmer I get in my eyes when I get excited.

Cause he started at me again.

But I was ready.

Perks of being obsessed with knives.

I have at least two dozen on my person at any time.

More if I'm going to sleep.

Something about the cold feel of metal pressing gainst my warm skin...

I slit a thin line of flesh across his chest.

Oh fuck did he LOVE that.

I doubt that Starbuck's will ever be the same again.

He hurled me through the window.

I curled my hands around the random shards of glass, feeling it's edges rip into my skin.

I think I gasped.

He let me cut him. Over and over.

I loved it.

He enjoyed it more I think...

kind of turned me on...

The fight (Or should I say orgy?) spilled out into the street.

Each time I felt that cold silver slip across my flesh, opening up a new wound, oh god...

He won though...

I liked it too much, let him cut me one too many times...

I blacked out from petty blood loss.

Curse of being young and stupid?


He is almost twice my age.

I think.

He has facial hair.

That has to mean something.

I think I woke up in his arms a while later.

Just for a moment. I fell back into darkness pretty quickly.

When I woke up again. I was laying on a bare bed.


Then again I haven't slept in an actual 'bed' in years.

He was there.


He put a long slender finger to the place where his lips would be, and playfully cocks his head to the side.

I blink and He's gone.

And the door across from me opens.

The Artifact enters.

He had patched up his wounds.

I realized he'd patched mine too.

I felt oddly warm.

He started talking.

Saying he KNOWS why I'm after him. That he KNOWS who I'm 'working' for.

He mentions his pleasure in fighting me.

I think I blushed.

At this point I tried to talk.

But I realized my mouth had been sewn shut.

He smirked.

Told me he wanted to wait until he KNEW if I was 'trustworthy' before he lets himself hear my voice.

Says voices don't fade.

I don't think he knows how important he is to me.

Hmm.... I don't like the way that sentence sounded....

Ahem, I don't think he knows he's the Artifact.


He cut me once more before leaving for good.

He knows how much I like it now...

'Father' walked out of the shadows.

He nodded... if he had a face I KNOW He would be smiling.

One step closer to the Construct's completion.

Just have to catch the fucker.


I'm looking forward to it...


I think I might fancy him.


Why couldn't the Artifact have been a sponge or something?


Plot Twists.

...So the girl grew accustomed to the constant terror she had been thrust into.

Day after day.

Night after horrific night.

Not a single soul to look to for guidance.

for safety.

for love.

She was slowly hollowing out. all on her own.

Emotions rotting away. Her innocent beauty twisting into something obscure.

She was dying.

She hated herself. But never for the cliche reasons that one would have expected.

She had started finding herself imagining things.

Dark... terrible... nightmarish things.

Things that she wanted to do to her father... to make him feel exactly how she felt every time he forced himself upon her.

The sins she wanted to commit upon the mother that was supposed to protect her.

She started to hurt herself.

As punishment.

She felt herself changing. Into something she never wanted to be.

It only forced her ever farther down the path of self destruction.

To the door that would eventually open up upon her death.

Whenever she looked towards the future, she only ever saw black with a spatter of blood.

She was simply waiting for death to finally come take her.

That is...

Until He came along...


Damn I Could Go For Some Nachos Right Now.

I can practically feel my stomach digesting itself heheh.

Due to my inane stubbornness and intense anti-social behavior. (Maybe a little frightened and shy...) I've kept my sights set upon finding this seemingly nonexistent artifact and slowly killing myself rather than approach what could possibly be... friends?


Weakness got me into this mess in the first place...

So yeah.

Apparently it's the first sign of the apocalypse folks, let's cue the applause.

What I shall now label, THE GREAT SLENDER ALLIANCE! has begun some sort of crusade to destroy something MORE evil than 'father'...

Might explain some things. heh.

Though I wonder if 'father's' feeling a bit sore about the whole thing?

I mean come on, how long has His name sent chills up our spines? How long have we been scared to look out the window because of Him?

Now some other monster is stealing his thunder?

Hell even I'D be pissed.

Apparently this ultimate (for the moment) evil goes by /It/.

And no folks it's not Pennywise we're dealing with here.   


Part of me wants to fantasize about maybe this 'alliance' isn't temporary...

....peace at last?

Or maybe whilst all this peace mongering is going on, 'father' is slowly putting into motion a grand scheme to cripple everyone when all their backs are turned.... heheheheh...

Either way, everything is not always what it seems. And I doubt these 'Fears' truly understand exactly what a true fear is.

I admit I hate seeing the deceitful veils we so painstakingly create are removed and we have to see the true faces... and they just don't deliver us the evil we so crave.

Hahaha I swear to god I'm not just kicking a hornet's nest, I'm setting it on fire...

Eh whatever. I don't feel good, my head's starting to hurt, and damn I crave some blood spillage.

Better keep moving.



So the strangest thing happened today...

I was sitting under dressed outside. Simply watching the flow of blood gently drip from my outstretched wrist, Somehow finding some playful joy in watching how it melts straight through snow.

Father showed up.

Don't know how He got there, but that's just how He is I guess.

I don't know how long He watched either. Maybe since I felt Him there. Maybe since I slashed my wrist.

He watched me as I bled one of those stupid operator symbols in the snow.

For fun.

I admit... someone I thought dead slipped through...

I found myself singing.

I don't remember doing that since I was eight...

No I will not tell you what I was singing.


He placed a hand on my shoulder...

Not like he usually does, with that stomach churning shock that's usually sent through the system...

But... comfortingly...

I admit... I felt safe again...

Like when I was eight...

Damn why does it always have to trace back to then...


Remember, Remember.

It's snowing.....

I've forgotten what it felt like against my face.



You know that girl I told you about a while ago?

That little dorky, blonde haired girl?

She always loved the snow.

The only time she could be amongst angels.

That was before she was locked away though.

You remember that depraved father of hers?

His relentless torment never let up.

You could see it in her face... that ragged smile... hopeless eyes...

It became so apparent that people started to notice.

Especially the mother.


One winter night, after a huge storm I think, that mother walked in on the two.

The father's weight pressed down upon the choking little girl...

The mother was shocked... scared(?)... confused...

The little girl saw hope. The barest glimmer. Her heart was beating faster. She KNEW she was going to be okay.

Until she watched as her mother turned around and left, closing the door behind her.


It was at this moment that that little girl realized she had no family.

Only demons.

Not running rampant in her mind. No.

They stood over her outside her mind.

Though that damned father made damn sure they were inside as well...


I'm going to go play in the snow...

get sick...

Maybe die...

Cause in death, winter lasts forever.


Here, Then There, Then Everywhere.

It seems that everything is conspiring against me.

Or maybe I'm just extremely paranoid.

I realize something, and with that realization, comes about a dozen questions.

And each time I find the answer to one of them, the fragment seem to multiply.

Like a hydra?

I don't fucking know.

'Father' has sent me on a godforsaken goose chase.

I think I found what I'm looking for, and instead I find some grand plot twist and must head to where it SHOULD be next.

I haven't slept or eaten in the last few days.


hmm... no.

My body'es screaming for a break, but my stubbornness is refusing to let up.

I might just run myself into the grave hahaha.

I swear to god if I don't get a hold of this 'artifact' soon I'm going to set fire to an orphanage...


Irrational Treasure. (Or how the Construct blew me)

I pissed off 'father' today.

Enough so that He had to remind me exactly who it is whose in charge.

.......It still hurts...

Anyway, In other news I've realized that I'm missing something.

Something vital.

Now when I attempted to take Nathan's blood and adhere it to the base of the Construct....

It sort of exploded in my face.

Ripped a leg and both arms off. Removed a vast quantity of flesh. and introduced my teeth to my brain.

I admit I might have kind of, maybe cried.

Now of course 'Father' came and sewed me back together so all is well on that front, but fuck was He pissed that I attempted something that I apparently wasn't ready to attempt yet.

I can't just dump the blood on top of the Construct, I have to be a tad more precise.

Luckily, I still have enough of Nathan's blood that should I do it the RIGHT way, it should still work.

But now I have to go on a mini quest.

To acquire the right apparatus to properly manipulate the Construct.

Now to all the little piggies who don't understand what the fuck I'm talking about.

Construct is powerful. I am not. I fuck with the Construct. I am going to get blown apart again. If I use an artifact as powerful as the Construct. I don't get blown into next year. Yippee.

So sorry Kitty, I'm going to have to put stabbing you in the kidney and stealing your juices on pause right now.

I have to go treasure hunting...

Fuck me...


Me Making An Arse Of Myself And Other Strange Events


The smell of death and recycled air was making my nose itch.

I felt like I was strolling through a horror movie. With all those long white halls, fluorescent lights, and that feeling of dread lingering upon my bones.

I think I was scared.


I don't know. Maybe because this will be the first potential I'm collecting from.

And from the things I've read about him...

I doubt the word 'hospitalized' meant a thing to him.

So now I'm standing before this big white door.

I could feel eyes on me from all directions.

I wanted to be a smartass and flip em the bird but I doubt that'd get me any closer to acquiring what I came for.

Though it would have done wonders for this behemoth I call my ego.

So instead I raise my fist and knock lightly on the door. Resisting the urge to simply kick the door in and use some witty one-liner like "Hellooooooooo Nurse!" or "I Hope You Brought Your Wallet, Cause The Rent In Hell Get's Paid In Advance!"

Ahem...... Anyways,

"Come in."

I push open the door to reveal my first potential in the hospital bed.

Exactly how I had envisioned him, though he had this smile pasted upon his face.

I watched him for a second...


He chuckles "I expected you to be... older."

My look changes to a glare.

"And I expected you to be taller." I retort (rather weak comeback I know...)

Another long moment follows.

"You going to just stand there?" He smirks.

Am I already screwing up here???? Fuck!

I walk to the bed and quickly look him over.

Now his arms are obviously not going to be a good source of blood right now... And I have to resist the throat...

I glance up at him.

I could swear he was holding back laughter.

I gently slide a syringe and a small switchblade from my jacket pocket.

"This is my favorite part..." Nathan says and I literally blush.


Moving on....

Now I lift up his shirt a tad, revealing his stomach and I then take my blade and slit his side.

I hear a slow intake of breath. And I smile a little as I then take the syringe and collect as much of the blood as I could, tracing the tip of the needle along the edges of the small wound.

After a few silent minutes, and the syringe could take no more, I cap it, and slide it back into my pocket, procuring a band aid from it's depths to take it's place.

I wipe the stray blood from the wound with my shirt then slap the band aid over it, proudly stepping back and surveying my work.

I felt euphoric.

Nathan just raises his eyebrow at what I had done.

His only response,

"Hello Kitty....?"

I smirk, "They accentuate the wound nicely."

He chuckles a little. "You are indeed different."

I smile inside, "Finally somebody notices my differences heh."

He laughs a little but then hits me with a serious curveball question,

"So what is this Construct you are always preaching about?"

My mind blanks and I found my upper lip quivering.

"It's something special. that will change everything." was my vague response.

He frowns a moment then nods.

"I wish you luck in your endeavors then, unless of course they are going to hurt me or the ones I care about, if that's the case I hope you fail miserably."

I smirk.

"Well doesn't that make me all warm and fuzzy inside." I giggle, my confidence returning little by little.

I then turn to leave.

"Heh, so soon?" He says and I stop a moment.

"I got what I came for, what else is there for me to stay for?" I reply, trying my best to keep a serious face.

"Hmm, okay then... goodbye." I nod and walk to the door.

As I reach for the doorknob... I stop and look back at him.

"Umm....... Thank you." I blurt out rather sheepishly and he smiles once more.

"No problem, just ask if you ever want more, I've always got some to spare." He chuckles and I then take my leave.

After I heard the door click shut, I finally did what I did NOT want him to see.

I fucking smiled.

Like.... REALLY smiled.

Like I haven't done in a very long time.

I've made progress, of course I made a total ass of myself, but I MADE PROGRESS!!!

I felt like I was on top of the world at that moment, odd seeing as it was just the first step and I had a million more ahead of me.

But I was proud.

I gently slid my hand into my pocket and felt the syringe that contained that oh so glorious blood.

And so I start to leave the hospital.

Oddly... as I started walking a hooded someone passed by me.

A normal occurrence...

But what wasn't normal was that........ I swear....

I saw my mother's face looking at me from under that hood.


She's dead...



So there was this girl. Right?

She was.... about yea high, dorky smile, mop of dirty blonde hair.

She might have been.... innocent? at the time.

Six years old right?

Behemoth of a father.

Angel of a mother.

A cliche portrait of the american family.

Now behind the picture... festered... countless sins, addictions, demons.

The father, looking as big an innocent as a scruffy teddy bear, hid an addiction to heroin. A pretty disease.

He usually kept it hidden and under control right?

But sometimes, he would have a bit too much.

Get all shaky.

Wife won't even look at him.

Yet he'd have this itch...

A burning itch that bubbled and seethed and screamed to be itched.

He usually would hide in the garage and moan and eventually wait it out.

But somehow his twisted mind came upon another option.

That cute little six-year old girl.

Mother had long since fallen asleep.

And he tip-toed into her room.

Closing the door eeever so quietly.

It really hurt that first time.

She never could stop crying.

Bursting through those loving seams arose a grizzly.

Never was he gentle.

I think he was letting out his anger at his wife too.

It was almost... a weekly event?

The little girl was growing quite numb.

He enjoyed her crying though.

Soon he resorted to beating her until she'd cry for him.

Was that how he got hard?

I'm guessing so.

He used to leave in disgrace.

But somehow, as the weeks grew into months, it slowly changed into a smile.

He seemed to find.... enjoyment?


Hope I'm (Not) Intruding...

Freedom from that wretched attic.

From being all alone. And being oh so cold...

Mwahahaha I've been set free. Those damned chains 'father' kept me tied down with until I was 'ready'.


I'm moving! All over! Up, down, all around haha!

I've been set loose upon this world, to raze the land beneath my feet, to rot away the festering ties of poisoned authority with each step I take.

Like a plague of roaches.

But with a pretty face.

Or should I say wretched as well?

Either way, I'm free.

Skipping down your street perhaps?

I haven't mentioned The Construct lately have I?


Better? heheheh.

I've already got a destination.

In a hospital no less...

In hindsight he is one of the few I actually wanted to meet, not butcher...

Also the fact that he has arms that... from the looks of the pictures and description...

Might cut me in half with one flick of the wrist.


And now that the cashier keeps eyeballing me in this DECREPIT McDonalds, probably because I look like an abused runaway, when in fact those bruises are.... self-inflicted....

With that I must keep moving.

With these words of anarchy spilling heatedly from my lips.

I feel like cutting something open...


Check. And, Mate.

The deck's been cut.

The game is set.

The cards have been dealt.

My bet's been placed.

I've seen my hand.

I know my odds.

It's time to get things started.

I raise you, one needle and a mindfuck.

Your turn.


Sunday Pest.

You all have a nice Sunday?

I personally hope not.

Now I'm guessing you all don't know too much about me. (except the four who raised me since I was eight haha)

And I'm also guessing that maybe, /gasps/ you want to KNOW a tad about me?!?!?

Oh my, am I blushing.

Aren't I the popular one? Tehe.


Meanwhile, in REALITY.

You obviously don't give a shit, you just look my way for any sort of entertainment, and since I only aim to please it's my job to throw on my jester cap and happily tell you all to FUCK OFF!!!!

Obviously I'm just something to stare at in wonderment as you whisper among yourselves about how I'm so intimately associated with the 'Slender Man'.

And let's face it.

People like the Executor, Gallows, Messenger... They can actually be taken seriously.



What do I do?


cue the lightning and thunder.

Trying to be a badass, somehow all I get are curious eyes.

I'm going to suck your cock like a lollipop while I slowly cut it off with a blunt object!

Serious enough?

Too gross?


I'd rather just hide dead birds under your covers and sneak maggots into your milk.

Fuck it.

'Father's' just questioning me. He's considering a fucking overseer or something.

I promised Him that if He tried something like that, I will fucking stab Him.

Haha it won't kill Him but it would sure piss Him off.

Shit, I doubt any of you are even reading anymore. Obviously seeing the lack of a point to this post.

Hey Fuck you I needed to express feelings. Yes folks it's true, I suffer from the most infectious of illness's.



Boring Weekend Extravaganza!

'Father' has me waiting and refining my research before I am officially allowed to start stabbing veins and beating schoolkids.

On one hand it gives me a chance to add a few more people to my already, dare I say, impressive list of potentials.

A few of them are simply because I actually would really enjoy getting to see them in person, steal their blood and raid their fridges.

Haha but on the other fucking hand.

I have been left all alone with nothing to do but to remain hidden within this dingy, cold attic with but a pile of wormy blankets, a pillow, and a holey sweater to keep me warm.

A rigged laptop my only source of entertainment.

While I do enjoy harassing people I actually have a fondness for on the internet.

It does tend to irk me when every single one of them fails to be online!!!!

I would go about annoying 'father' with another 'blank face' joke, but he seems to be rather pissed off today.

Heheheheh He must be going through His period.


I'm itching to jab some needles into peoples spines. Oooooh do I love that certain POP! sound it makes when it finally stabs through the cartilage. 

I admit I've always had an annoying dislike for being alone. Yet that's the predicament I always find myself in.

I need to acquire a life.

Perhaps with kids my age.

We can spend time together watching movies, playing videogames, then I can introduce them to their spleens!

Ahhh, I think I'd be a great friend.

I guess I'll go back to surfing through painful memories on the internet, maybe spiral into a small depression and see what it feels like to break a needle off in an artery.

One of the many perks of being a ragdoll in 'father's' grip.

Aaaaaaand remember kids, Keep spreading the chaos, let all anarchy loose like Hell!

If you do I'll be your best frieeeeeeend...

Just a Clarification

I don't hate every single one of you.

I just don't fucking like you.

When first we encounter, you might be tempted to shoot me in the face, remove my organs and maybe wear my skin like a pair of pajamas...

Or maybe that's just me.

Anyway, I just want to make things crystal clear, I'm not coming to kill you like most others. Maybe... injure.. or horribly maim.

Not kill unless I'm faced with it.

I may be one of the most godawful creatures you ever lay eyes upon.

But I'm just a sweet little girl with a penchant for beating people to death with their loved one's dismembered limbs.

I don't know. Maybe I'm just not as violently insane as the rest of my 'family'.

Fuck it I'm getting mushy.

I'm just aware of my limits and I'm aware of most of all of your advantages. I'm just trying to make sure my neck isn't going to be snapped like the twig it is just because you catch me leaving dead animals in your bed.

So... Weak moment over.

Fuck off.


Completion of Compilation.

One-Hundred Fifteen.

Surpassing the goal for a mere hundred. Not by much, but enough to give me a tad bit more freedom to commence the next part of my rather brilliant plan.

I have completed a list of potentials.

Now begins the best part.

The fun part.


Oh don't worry ladies and germs of all varying factions and morals. I'm not going to rip out your spine and beat you to death with it then steal your blood and most major organs.

Though that doesn't mean I'm not going to do that.... heheheh.

No I'm going to be alot more..... subtle.

A single vial of blood is needed.

A single vial is all I need.

Simple really.

Now your part.

I will acquire said blood from each and every one of you.

How I get my little hands upon it though is entirely up to you.

Would you be so nice as to let me prick your arm?

Or would you be more respondent if I slit your fucking throat?

How about amputation?

Hahahaha I have a room full of needles, vials, knives and razors sitting all around me.

'Father' not only gave me permission, but He fucking insists that I don't hold back.

Heheh I can definitely can do that much for 'Him'.

Fortunately now my reports aren't expected on a daily fucking basis.

So now I can actually get to say what it is I want to say.

Happy day.

Now. I think I'm going to look into who I'm going to start stalking myself!

See you all soon.



Lost the use of my computer for SEVENTEEN HOURS due to a 'system update' my computer HAD to undergo.

Fucking annoyance. 

Only got four more potentials before this whole ordeal took place.


I wouldn't be surprised if 'father' stomps in here right now and drapes the curtains with my intestines because of this.


I sat there watching the blue screen apply THIRTY SEVEN UPDATES.

Sat there waiting........ and waiting.......... and waiting........ and waiting......

My anger peaked and I went next door and killed the neighbor's cat.

Heheheh they sound so funny when you remove the fur BEFORE you kill them...

Anyway. Ninety-Seven potentials isn't that bad. A few more days and I should have enough to commence the second part of my plans.

The Construct Shalt Be Erect!



Do Not Disturb Me Folks I Bite

So damn tired. 

So. Fucking. Tired.

Had my worthless arse dragged out of my rather comfy pile of blankets just because I 'failed to deliver my report  on time'...

So what if I passed out yet again and missed deadline by a few hours?


Slit. Cut. Slash.

Carved 'Do Not Disturb' upon his chest, broke both his middle fingers, then kicked him off the roof.

As you can see, I am very cranky if I'm woken up before I WANT to be woken up.


They better be fucking happy, minus the bloodstains, (and countless f-bombs) I must say it was very detailed and enlightening.

I might have rambled on a tad about how I need gummy bears. But beside the point.


Savvy? No?

Go fuck yourself.

I'm henceforth going to curl in a ball beneath my blankets in a futile attempt to escape the cold of this dank and dreary hell hole, and dream about all the many ways I'm going to kill you all.

You need me?

I'll be there.

But please.



Minor Improvements Considered

Raised the roster by a mere twelve freaks today.

This setback unfortunately came to light due to a rather annoying human need to actually 'sleep'.

Apparently eight days without sleep does that to a person...


I've brought up my rather impressive list to ninety- three!

Seven more and I reach triple digits!

Hahahaha this endeavor is proving so godforsakenly easy that I can't even see why 'father' wanted someone else to do this!


Personal matters still remain generally low.

Be it my intentional anti-social behavior, incessant taunting, or tendency to swear like fucking crazy, the spreading of verbal, mental, physical corruption has hit a wall.

Apparently putting myself out there and spreading the concept of the Construct isn't enough.

I'm going to have to improvise...

Fortunately, imagination is one thing I don't find lacking.


Fucking Fools


Eighty-one different people have been examined and categorized as literal potentials.

'Father' didn't believe in me.

Neither did anyone else of my 'family'.

They kept saying that I was too unstable. Too weak to take on the duties that everyone else was given.

The supposed 'runt' of the liter.

But with every probable outlet that I acquire for the Construct, I prove them wrong just a little bit more.

Finally I'm proving that I'm just as much a vital part to this 'family' as anyone else.

Aaah, I can hear the laughter dying in their throats as I write up yet another report depicting my success so far.

And I'm doing it MY way.

Hahaha I'm going to create the Construct, and it's going to be the most amazing and vital tide-turner since the creation of the Manufactured Newborn!!!

Now put THAT in your juicebox and SUCK IT!


The Construct UPDATE.

Con-struct (kon-struct')
tr.v. con·struct·edcon·struct·ingcon·structs
1. To form by assembling or combining parts; build.
2. To create (an argument or a sentence, for example) by systematically arranging ideas or terms.
3. Mathematics To draw (a geometric figure) that meets specific requirements.
n. (kon'strukt')
1. Something formed or constructed from parts.
a. A concept, model, or schematic idea.
b. A concrete image or idea.

Bolstering the amount of potentials within the building of The Construct. Thirty-Two have now been subjugated within it's reign.

Unwittingly. Unknowing.

Soon they'll all realize just what the Construct is.

Soon they'll all realize that there IS no right and wrong. 

Only existence.

All perception of what is will be mindfucked into oblivion.

The concept of teamwork will be euthanized.

Doesn't matter if you are a witless fool against Him. Or a blinded fucker who's with Him.

By allowing the Construct to be birthed from the mind into reality.

Freedom shall be forever granted.

Under the anarchic flag of Slender.

Mwahahahahahahahahaha... I've been working on an evil laugh as well. Seeing as the Construct must be birthed from the blood of many, I need to get into character before going on what is promising to be a most enjoyable killing spree.

And as 'Father' as promised me.

The bloodier the better....


See Through What They See


Carrying the undeniable promise of oppression upon it's tempered wings.

The taste of suppression.

The lack of expression.

Driving the nails into our flesh. Binding us helplessly to it's damning will.

Stand up and resist,

End up lynched from a broken branch within a field of crosses.

To create we must destroy.

To destroy we must create.

The Construct awaits those willing to partake.

Damn the Bleeding Tree.

But a distraction to keep the attention centered away from MY job.

Weep little piggies. The big bad wolf has blown down your homes.

Now grab your arms and show him what happens when you feed upon the weak...


Spreading The Roots of Madness

Nineteen disease ridden fucks have been infected with the stemming roots of my archaic planning.

Henceforth Nineteen poor fools have unwittingly become a part of The Construct.

A half of them have earned my response to their pathetic squabbles and plights.

Mostly because I was applauding their idiocy. Others because I was wholeheartedly proud to see them taking their own wrench to the machine.

As expected. By taking steps to begin construction of The Construct I have already attracted the eyes of the curious and malevolent. 

As well as a furious appearance of Him.

Heheheh apparently He wanted someone else to be in charge of this project...

Apparently he thinks I'm a bit too... rebellious...


Rebellion of The Masses

Stand up fuckers!

It's time you've heard my voice.

Such poison today's propaganda seems to be spewing out into modern channels nowadays isn't it?

Makes one want to take the knife to their throat and end it all before the fucking Slender Man takes care of you for you.

Conversion, perversion, distortion, extortion...

He is quite the jack of all motherfucking trades isn't He?

Runners, Fighters, Proxies, Fuckers and of course those who prefer not to be categorized.

The beginning of the end has been authorized!

The annihilation of all those who resist desensitized! 

Resistance futile?

More like accepted.

Time to give this entire advertisement the fuck in the ass it needs to get the goddamn show on the road!

All is fair in love and war.

I wholeheartedly support the latter in this particular situation.

Of course my ramblings will attract little attention right now.

But remember,

It all begins with speaking up......