20111126

Run Little Rabbit.

It's dark.

Very dark down here.

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

His voice.

Echoes.

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...

20111119

Spoiled.

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.

But.

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.

~Monument.

20111109

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.

Though.

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.......

Grrrr.....

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

for................

help.

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.....

20111105

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.....

Sigh...

Okay.

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...

20111103

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....

Anyway.

Hmm.....

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?

Sigh.

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.

Hurting.

Dying?

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.

Fuck.

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.

Sigh.

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!!!

Shit.