And We Shall Suffer Together...

Sorry I am late here, but Merry Christmas!

So I celebrated my Christmas with Proxies. It was actually a quiet, standard Christmas. Mira was unusually bubbly, humming to herself the whole day as she buried her face in a new book. Noah and I working on Christmas dinner. A honey-glazed ham, sweetened basil carrots, warm yeast rolls, and mashed potatoes. Add in hot chocolate and jovial conversation to the mix and you have yourself a lovely Christmas night.

And then we got food poisoning.

Yup, all three of us came down with food poisoning,

It's not a proud moment for any of us. We have been bedridden for the last couple of days, I've finally mustered up enough strength to type something down. I feel like you would have been left out on all of the festivities if I didn't post this and give you the lovely image of us vomiting. Oh yeah, y'all are going to suffer with us.

In other news, Noah has been a little more distant. He keeps clacking away on his laptop and stepping out and taking calls.  I know he's hiding something. Or hiding more than he normally does anyway. But even Mira seems to have no idea what's going on either. For all that talk about working together you'd think she'd be in on it.

I'll keep you guys posted.

Now if you excuse me, I'm going to lie back down

-Raggedy

Solstice 2012

So how was my Solstice. I got the hell out of town. I decided that being constantly on the move was better than waiting around. Sure, the Eyes kinda' mean the chances of Slendy showing are low but given that he tends to get feral and all, well I wasn't going to risk it. Mira and Noah thought I was nuts,

I went out and enjoyed some hot chocolate at a café, acting like I was one those schmucks with spends there time working on the "next big novel". It was kinda' fun. I surprisingly even had a girl flirt with me. Yeah, I'm as surprised as you are but, oh if only she knew. Does being stalked by a Fear label you as being "high-maintenance" in a relationship? Hell, does being a Proxy label you as being "high-maintenance"?

Sorry, my thoughts strayed.


-Raggedy

I like the Holidays

As Noah said, we do not celebrate the holidays as a whole. But it does not mean that we celebrate them on our on. 

I like the month of December. There's a feeling of magic in the air and chill that comes before winter reminds me of home. 

My home from before. 

It brings back many memories. 

I am sorry. I am straying away. Father says dwelling too much on the distant past can be harmful. 

This season is making me happy especially we are not outside or having to stay in the dark  (shadows) for once. I actually slipped out and bought a small Christmas tree at one of those all-day stores. 

The next morning, Raggedy and Noah were surprised to see it. I acted like I knew nothing. (Is that what you were doing? It was hard to tell because, y'know, the mask.) (It was obvious it was you.) 

I wanted to spread some Christmas magic. I am not straight-laced all of the time. I am being to feel more at ease. I am not letting my guard down, but I do not feel like I should be as hostile to Raggedy as I have been. 

-Mira 

It's The Raggedy Man Thanksgiving Day Special!

With special guest stars like Noah and Mira of the Eyes, Carol Burnett, Betty White, Harvey Korman, and Paul Lynde!

(Disclaimer: The latter four have not confirmed that they will show up, and I'm being told that Harvey Korman and Paul Lynde are dead so don't get your hopes up.)

Yes it's Thanksgiving and, as it as has been for the last 3 years, I am quite thankful that I am alive and have a roof over my head.

Mostly the roof over my head.

I've really had to debate the whole being alive thing from time to time.

But as I've said many, many times before, I certainly do not mind the company. Even if there is the possibility that they may kill me at any moment.

As for the dinner, I can proudly say that the three of us managed to cook up a full course Thanksgiving dinner without burning down the place. I noticed that Mira seemed to be off and certainly not as invested in everything as Noah and I (granted analyzing a masked girl is difficult). At the dinner table, Noah mentioned that since the Eyes come from all different parts of the world they didn't really celebrate Thanksgiving, or most holidays for that matter since they were almost always working. I can only assume that a holiday like this is a little foreign to Mira, although it certainly doesn't keep her from scarfing down a home cooked meal.

Oh by the way, I should have known better than to expect Mira to take her mask off for the meal. I'd tell you how she managed to eat with it on but I am sworn to secrecy.

Afterwards it was a night of video games; Rock Band, Super Smash Bros. Brawl, Marvel vs. Capcom 3, and another handful of games.

So what else have I learned from this Thanksgiving?
-Mira is really fond of my sweetened basil carrots. 
-You can't go wrong with chocolate pie.
-Mira has a lovely singing voice.
-I will always kick ass as King Dedede. ALWAYS!!!
-Noah is a sore loser (You. Are. Dead.) 
-For trained killers, fighting games are not their forte (DEAD!) 
-A good meal can bring out the humanity in every one. 

Two Eyes

I apologize for not coming up with a better title but unlike Raggedy I'd prefer to put something in that little bar.

So apparently there has been some curiosity about what exactly my relationship is with Mira. Or at least some more detail about it. I'm taking the reins for this story since there are some touchy subjects that Mira would rather not get into.

Well, we're like family. I know it's been said a dozen times now but it's the truth. However with some of the Eyes the bonds are a little stronger.

There were five of us who were taken in by Father a.k.a The Grigori around the same time. There was Paul, Ravi, Catherine, Mira, and myself. We were all in the medical ward when we first met and I guess since we were all in some pretty messed up situations we bonded pretty fast once we opened up. It was easy with Paul and Catherine since there were no language barriers. Ravi didn't speak English but he knew bits and pieces that could let him grasp a conversation well enough. With Mira however, the girl didn't know or understand a lick of English and she was a mess. She would barely eat anything. She had horrible nightmares that left her screaming bloody murder. If you tried to touch her, she'd flip out and go fetal. But, I don't know, about a month into being together something clicked and we started communicating through drawing.

As time passed, Ravi and Mira learned English and we began training together and the five of us grew closer.   We each found our own special talents and used them so that we could function in almost any scenario. That would be the next 7 years of my life.

Father starts to send the Eyes out on missions once we turn 15. Mostly assassinations and once we hit 18 we begin to go into the long-term observation stuff. Mira was the youngest of our group so it was two years before she started going on missions and I think it was almost another year before we were paired together. By that time she had regressed a little. I think the lack of contact with our group had caused her to grow a little distant and cold. I guess at the time we were all she had and it was difficult for her to adapt. But after a couple of missions, she lightened up again. I think Father noticed that because we were almost always put on missions together.

So I guess our relationship is something based on the two being able to function as one. Mira is phenomenal at close-range combat while I handle the long-range stuff. We know what the other one is going to do. It's like a sixth sense. That's like that with many of us.

I trust Mira with my life and she trusts me with hers. End of story

-Noah

Is this considered rude?

I do not mind having a place to sleep. It is certainly better than sleeping on rooftops for an hour at a time. But I really do feel like I am imposing on Raggedy. Him and Noah seem to be doing most the work around here. I can not even go out to get groceries for them. I really hate that about missions where I have to watch Runners. Somebody else always have to accompany me. It is not that I am inexperienced, I just have reasons 

what did Noah call it 

Reasons beyond my control. 

I hate that.

I hate things being beyond my control. 

I got lost in my thoughts. I apologize. Raggedy is surprisingly nice. I still do not trust him. I know better than put trust in people so easily. I do feel embarrassed for hurting him though. 

-Mira 

Noah and Mira

Since it was mentioned in the comments of the last post, yes, Noah and Mira are crashing here. Granted, I didn't ask them to. Noah said that their orders are to watch me and since they are already in my apartment, they may as well take advantage of the situation and that The Grigori already gave them the okay.

Good God, I feel like a parent whose kid goes up to you and say "Dad? Can Sally sleep over? Her Mom says its okay."

Ugh.

So why am I keeping them around?

1) Since they are Eyes, they are not supposed to see Slenderman. That should keep the tall guy off my ass for a little bit.

2) Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer, right?

3) I'm really not up for fighting two-on-one with these guys to try and kick them out.

4) The Grigori has ordered them not to kill me.

5) The Grigori is supplying them funds so they aren't mooching off of me.

6) I really don't mind the company.

So yeah, I have two guests now. And really things aren't that bad.

They are both surprisingly nice. Noah is very outgoing and once you can coax him to play video games he is very competitive. It's also great to have someone to watch movies with (and I will convert him to liking schlocky horror movies, mark my word). From what I hear he's one hell of a marksman and is especially talented when it comes to archery. He seems to be around my age, straggly brown hair and brown eyes, but his face look very worn. It's sort of like the worn look that most of us Runners seem to have. I seems to try his best not to show it.

Surprisingly Mira and I have met before. She was among one of the Eyes who was restraining Charlie when he went ballistic and she took the liberty of apologizing to me. I recognized that unique voice anywhere. When it comes to Mira, it is very difficult to get a read on her because she NEVER takes her mask off. I'm serious I have never seen this girl with her mask off. I wouldn't be surprised if she showers with the thing on. With physical features, the only thing I can tell you is that she has auburn hair that she seems to always have tied into a ponytail. She seems to keep to herself, her mask buried in books (how she can read through that visor is beyond me). I quickly learned that if I want to touch her, I should warn her first. I tried to tap her on the shoulder and I almost got my arm ripped out. I don't feel too off-put by her though. Strange.

But yes, these are my visitors. I hope things go well. Or as well as they can.  

I fucked up

So yeah, I'm awake.

And as the title says, I fucked up. Royally. And I am so, so sorry to everyone who got killed because of it.

I just wanna be quick with this, I don't want to deal with it.

I was blindsided by Slendy the other day. After getting knocked around by Him I decided to go on the offensive. I grabbed a large branch and went for the knees. That was one of the first things I established when this blog started, go for the knees and make the big guy topple. So I slipped through and struck at the back of the knees.

Nothing.

He just looked down at me as though he wanted to say "Excuse me? Were you trying to hurt me or something?"

In complete disbelief, I struck again.

Nothing.

I felt a tentacle wrap around my neck, tightening and squeezing the air out of me. He lifted me up to meet His eye line (or at least where I think it would be) and wrapped His hand around my skull and then

He showed me.

That motherfucker

That motherfucker used me.

He used me. He showed me so many Runners, so many Runners who took that advice

And they all got killed because of it.




I led them to their deaths.



It's all my fault.  


He dropped me and I swear it felt like that son of a bitch was laughing at me.

I'm so sorry. I should have known it was too good to be true. For Him to have such an exploitable weakness was just fucking laughable.

I wanted to start this blog because I wanted to help people. And look where it got me. One post fucked over so many people.

Again, I'm so sorry.

Am I going to stop this blog? No, I'm too far in. There's no point in stopping now.

 I just....I don't know where to go from here...

Oh my.

Well this isn't good. Raggedy hasn't woken up yet. I know we didn't hit him that hard so I'm kind of at loss with what to do know.

I was hoping to talk to those Mythos Project guys in their chatroom but no luck there. I did find a nice stash of movies on his laptop though. Looks like somebody loves to torrent. It's a shame Mira isn't much of a horror fan.

-Noah

Hello folks!

We're so sorry to interrupt this blog, but these were the orders given to us by father.

Now before you all freak out, there is no need to worry. The one you know as The Raggedy Man is okay. Well he's alive but he's beaten up and was sort of out of it when we got to him. Mira is watching over him just to make sure he doesn't cause too much trouble when he wakes up. 

So why are we here? Well, to be honest, I am not quite sure myself. Mira and I  had been ordered to keep tabs on him by our father ever since that black dog showed up. Seriously, it was just to watch him and use our best judgment  if something goes wrong. That lasted until about, let's see last month maybe late August. We got called back around then. Apparently some of people that work for our father's boss decided to go and kill off a bunch of the higher-ups. Now, we were actually planning to do most of that ourselves at a later date, so all of this really caught us off guard. We did manage to pick up the slack however while cleaning up after everyone else. As of October 21st, the death toll of this purge, as our father calls it, is at 436, give or take.

Well, since things have simmered down, we were told to return to our duties and when we showed up here, we found Raggedy on his knees outside of his apartment and it just seemed like he went- ah what's that trope? Ah yes, it was like he went Blue Screen of Death on us. Father told us to make sure he didn't get killed so we knocked him out, took him back to his apartment.

At this point, I'm sure you are all wondering why I am on his blog.

I'm bored.

We're expected to sit around for him and wait for him to wake up and receive our orders after that. Well, I'm not in the mood to play video games, I have no idea how to play his silly little card game, and Mira isn't exactly one you can have a light chat with.

So since I'm bored, let's have a bit of a Q&A session. Ask a question and we will answer anything that we are permitted to answer.  

Until then, have fun guys!

-Noah 

I'm going to hate Halloween

This is just going to be a short rant but like the title says, I'm going to hate Halloween this year.

Thanks to that stupid "Slender" game, asshats everywhere are going to dressing up as Slendy. Why does that bother me? Because I don't care to play a game of "Guess Who?" that puts my damn life at risk! Sure, you can go ahead and say "Just look for the one with the tentacles." but have you seen how creative people can get? And let's not forget about all the people who dress up as proxies thanks to Marble Hornets. Guh, I hate how I have grown to hate this holiday.

I just got to keep telling myself that it will all be worth it for the post-Halloween candy sales.


By the way, if I ever meet the guy who made "Slender", he is getting a swift kick to the balls.

He's back.

Lazy Summ- wait a minute...

Aw crap, it's not summer anymore is it? Well I can't use that excuse then, can I?

I'll be honest. I have not felt like doing a damn thing. Maybe it's the weather, maybe I'm just taking advantage of the fact that I currently have nothing trying to kick my ass. I don't know. I feel like if Slendy came here right now and would say "Y'know piss off and come back when I feel like fighting back." He'd probably kill me anyway but whatever.

There isn't a Fear that inflicts apathy upon its victims, is there? Damn.

Well for every post where I get to be awesome, a post where I get my ass kicked shall follow shortly after. That seems to be how things work around here.

So Kenny has a better account of what happened but to sum it all up, I had the pleasure of meeting the Cold Boy. The son of a bitch decided to say hello by chucking an icicle into my right shoulder and freezing my legs. In hindsight, trying to take a Fear that I know jackshit about head on was probably not one of my better ideas, but that is beside the point. I thought I was screwed until Kenny smashed his staff into the little bastards face and shattered it. I got to admit, that kid has developed one hell of a swing.

Luckily that made the ice melt, which made me bleed…a lot. What Kenny failed to mentioned was that he putting pressure on my wound while I was swerving along the road. God, it was a miracle we weren’t pulled over.

Anyway, Kenny decided to continue on his journey after this. Where ever that may be. It wasn’t bad having him around. He was pretty good guest and it was fantastic to finally have some company around here. I got to admit, the whole master/apprentice thing was kinda’ fun too, and it looks like it has done him a bit of good.

We had breakfast at Denny’s, went and got him an internet card, and I drove him far enough to get past all of the construction on the highway before we parted ways. We said our goodbyes, did one of those classic anime friendship handshakes and wished each the best of luck.

On a side note I slipped him some cards, just as a little memento ( some with silly symbolism, some with awesome pictures):

-          Guardian Angel Joan

-          Masked HERO Dian

-          Gilford the Lightning

-          Grandmaster of the Six Samurai

-          Soul of Purity and Light

-          Aquarian Alessa

-          Strength of Prophecy

-          The Six Samurai- Irou

-          Legendary Six Samurai- Kizan

-          Milla the Temporal Magician

-          Freed the Brave Wanderer

-          Laval Forest Sprite

-          Freya, Spirit of Victory

-          Gotterdammerung

-          Six Samurai United

-          The Paths of Destiny

-          At One With the Sword

-          Changing Destiny

-          Bending Destiny

-          Swallow Flip

-          Heart of the Underdog

-          Sword of Kusanagi

-          Six Strike- Triple Impact

-          United We Stand

-          Fighting Spirit

-          One Day of Peace

-          Miracle’s Wake

-          Shadow of the Six Samurai- Shien

-          Tiras, Keeper of Genesis

-          Heroic Champion- Excalibur

-          Bright Future

-          XX-Saber Hyunlei

-          Night Wing Sorceress

-          Guardian of Order

I hope you enjoy them Kenny.

The strangest thing was that yesterday, I found an envelope at my doorstep. Given my track record with things being left on my doorstep I was kind of hesitant to open it. Once I got up the nerve to do so, I saw that inside was $1000 along with a note:

For your trouble. Thanks for keeping an eye on him.

-          A friend.

As surprising and confusing as this was, I am certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. So to whoever left me that, thank you.

So where does that leave me? Well, it’s back to my normal (and I use that word loosely) life, tending to my arm, and preparing for whatever may come my way. It’s kinda’ funny, once you realize how nice it is to have a guest, this place feels lonelier once they leave. But fear not, I have Mr. Painkillers to keep me company. They always know how to pull through when I need them the most. 

You know, I think I’m forgetting something but I have no idea what.

Huh, oh well. 

I need a drink.

Field Spell! Dimensional Patch!

As we drove off to the graveyard, I decided clear something up with Kenny.

“I’ll tell you this. Things are not black and white when it comes to who we fight. They are still human. Well, humanish for Morningstar and I honestly don’t know what the fuck Redlight is. But know that they aren’t all bloodthirsty whack-jobs. Read through their blogs, get to know them. Not only does it help you analyze them but it can give you someone to talk to. They can be as much your friends as they are your enemies. But nonetheless, don’t put too much of your trust in them, ‘cause the day may come when you’ll have to fight them. And as friends, the only thing y’all can do is give the best fight you can. There’s nothing more shameful than going easy in a fight to the death just because you are friends.”

We arrived at the graveyard a while after my little speech. Poor Kenny looked so jostled when we finally stopped. I supposed I should’ve warned him that the roads there were unpaved and the fact that my car is quite low to the ground which does not make the ride any more comfortable.

The graveyard itself is….well it’s different. It’s about 200 years old so I’m sure it was easily accessible back then but now it is hidden deep in the woods with poor excuses for roads. The gravestones that were probably once very beautiful are now crumbling apart. Police tape still surrounds the place from the events of last December. I guess they just did not bother investigating or gave up but the place still trashed. Toppled gravestones, dried blood, splintered trees, the works.

We went over the tape, and a little ways in before I asked Kenny “You feel it? We’re in the Patch.”

When you’re inside a Patch, it’s not like everything around you changes. The only think the feels different is that you have this weird feeling. It’s sort of like that tingling feeling you get when you receive an electric shock but your limbs don’t feel like they are numb.

You just know that something is off.

I took out a stopwatch and started to set it

“What are you doing?” Kenny asked.

“I’m making sure I don’t stay in here for too long. I can last nine minutes and eighteen seconds in here before I start to deteriorate health-wise. It used to be seven minutes but I guess I got used to it over time. By the way if you start feeling…off let me know alright.”

I cracked my knuckles and took out my toy Duel Disk (for anyone who is curious it’s the Duel Disk used by the villains in the Doma Arc, it looks so awesome). I focused myself and took the top card from my deck “I summon The Six-Samurai –Irou.” The ‘monster’ (he’s a human technically so it feels a little inappropriate calling him that) appeared, akin to how they do in the show and looked over and gave us a silent nod. I set up a training dummy and commanded for Irou to attack. He charged forth and sliced it clean in half.

I removed the card from the disk and Irou disappeared. I turned back to Kenny and grinned “What do ya’ think about that?” I said and saw that Kenny was just staring in awe at what happened. “There seems to be a large variety of what I can do with these cards. Especially the Spells and Traps.” I then proceed to show him a series of examples.

“Spell Card! Hinotama!” A fireball shot out and torched what was left of the training dummy.

“Spell Card! Psychic Sword!” A large sword appeared and I grasped it with my free hand. I swung it around to show it off before dropping it, watching it disappear when it hit the ground.

“Trap Card! Dust Tornado!” A large gust wind kicked up, gathering leaves and debris, carrying it a good distance before it dissipated.

“Pretty awesome isn’t it.” I grinned and Kenny just nodded in awed approval.

A thought suddenly came to mind and I removed the Duel Disk and clamped it onto Kenny’s wrist. “Alright, we’re going to see if you can do this too.”

“W-Wait, what?” Kenny stammered as I set him up. “Just focus your mind and go with it.” I said. He closed his eyes and took a card from the top of the deck. He put on a determined expression and shouted “I summon TheSix Samurai- Zanji!” and-

Nothing happened.

I scratched my head, “Um, maybe you gotta’ focus harder. Try again.”

He closed his eyes again and shouted “I summon Command Knight!”

Still nothing.

I sighed and bit my lip a little “I guess it’s different for everyone…”

I looked at the stop watch. Six minutes and fourteen seconds. I then looked up at Kenny. “Um…I think we should go…”  I said and motioned to my upper lip. Kenny, who looked paler than normal, rubbed there and noticed his nose was bleeding.

As we went back to my place I looked over to Kenny, his nose covered with bunched up paper towels. “I’m sorry.” he said softly.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Like I said, I used to only be able to handle it for seven minutes. You didn’t do too bad.”

The next day, I asked Kenny if he remembered what happened yesterday and said “Of course.”

Given all the memory problems that I had, I guess it really does affect people differently.

Dimensions and Card Games

Well, Kenny is staying a little longer than we both anticipated. Temperatures decided to spike and I refuse to let him travel in this heat. So the training has continued, and I’ll admit he’s shaped up quite a bit. The kid definitely has potential to be one hell of a fighter if he put aside the pacifism.

But anyway, we had a conversation the other day about dimensional bleeding. Kind of.

“So can you tell me what’s going on with this whole Yu-gi-oh card experiment?” Kenny asked me out of the blue. “You’ve haven’t really told me anything about it.”

I pulled up a chair and tried to figure out the best way to explain this “Um, well…what we’re dealing with is sort of like dimensional bleeding but not quite. These are more like dimensional tears, rifts, or patches I guess. Here’s the best way I can describe the most common occurrence of this. Imagine if you are trying to get a couch through the front door of your house. But it won’t fit. So how would you get it in?”

Kenny gave me a confused look (I can’t blame him) and answered “Well, you could tilt it maybe, or trying to bring it in through the back door.”

“Correct! Hell, if you have a window that’s big enough, you can try to get it through there. But there are some people who don’t necessarily think as reasonably as we do. Their solution to the problem would be to drive a truck through their living room wall and bring the couch in that way. I believe that occasionally Fears take this approach.”

“Okay…”

“Look, it’s pretty well established that the Fears come from another dimension and their powers seem to border on godly. But something is holding them back. They are capable of so much destruction. Our world should be in tatters by now. There’s something that is keeping them from going all out.” I  had to stop for a second when I realized how disturbing that statement was. “Maybe it’s because our dimension is too small, maybe if they come over here at full strength this whole place would go straight to hell and, well, that just sort of ruins their purpose. I don’t know, I’m just spitballing here. Now, let’s say there an instance were it needs more power than normal, like when Slendy went all feral and attacked me, or any of times when He has slaughtered whole masses of people. It quite possibly could have happened when He went on a rampage after He didn’t get the satisfaction of killing Gargoyle.”

I realized what I just said and saw Kenny look down sadly

“Sorry…a tad too soon I suppose.” I said in a solemn tone and waited a little bit before I continued. “It’s going to take a little force to get through that doorway. It’s going to push so hard it’s going to make it wider than it should be.”

“So how does this relate to driving a truck through a wall?”

“Well, after you smash that hole in the wall, your living room is now exposed to the elements. Bug, leaves, small animals, and what-not are going to end up in there. And God help you if it rains. Our dimension is now exposed to the Fears’ dimension.

“But wouldn’t it cover the whole world then?”

“That I haven’t really figured out yet. My best guess would be that it depends on the size of the hole. I also have a long-shot theory that the Fears patch the hole up or the dimension patches up itself. Either way the…elements of that dimension are lingering around in ours. I also believe that these things can be created when the Fears use their powers for long periods of time, like the Wooden Girl at..um…his facility…”

“Overseer’s?”

“Yeah, yeah, him. Also I think it can happen when multiple Fears are in one area at once. For example when they came to confront..gah what was her name..?”

“Aura?” Kenny looked at me with a touch of concern.

“Yeah, Aura! Ah, I’m sorry…”

“Are you okay?”

“Sure, yeah. I’m good. My brain is just…frazzled is all.” I lied. “I’m sure you’ve had one of those days right?”

“Yeah I guess.” He said and he obviously decided to put the conversation back on track “So what does this have to do with Yu-gi-oh cards?”

“Well back in February when..” Another name escaped me “…Aura’s friend tried to save her, she said he took a prop sword and made it into a real one. So I began to experiment with this, and…well this is going to sound nuts but I can make these cards real. Manifest their powers.”

Kenny looked at me like I had lost my mind but I guess he decided to keep going along with what I was saying “Alright so how do you get it to work?”

“Well think of it like this, you know in Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger how Gai can fuse the ranger keys of Go-On Gold and Go-On Silver together so he can make Go-On Wings and be both of them at once.”

Kenny just stared at me blankly as everything I just said went completely over his head.

“Okay, how about in Digimon 02, in the second to last episode, when all of the Digimon’s digivolved forms were all gathered at once.”

“I was a little too young when that aired.”

I scratched my head and sighed “Um…how about when Peter Pan tells Wendy and her brothers to think happy thoughts to fly.”

“Okay…I know what you are talking about now, but I don’t see what one has to do with the other.”

“Well I believed that this power is manifested through wishing or willing it. I don’t know the limitations of it though.

“So the Fears’ dimension is a magical place where wishes come true?” Kenny asked with a raised eyebrow. Did he…Did he just make a smartass remark???

“Well not exactly, I think this is more what happens when you blend two dimensions together .”

“You realize this sounds nuts right?”

“Trust me, I still have a little trouble believing it myself. And most of what I just said is not exactly set facts…” 

Kenny seemed rather skeptical about everything I just told him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you how this all works. Just give a day or two to mentally prepare myself, alright.”

“Yeah, sure.” He said as he seemed to become a touch more accepting of it.

The rest of the conversation consisted of little questions and answers before I went to make dinner.

So yeah, you get to see me be awesome. BRACE YOURSELVES PEOPLE!!!

Now, I am off to prepare for the demonstration and perhaps force Kenny to watch all 51 episodes of Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger. He seems like someone who has watched Power Rangers enough to appreciate it, right?   

Visitors!

So what have I been up to the last couple of weeks you might be asking?

Well I have been entertaining a guest. Kenny has hitchhiked his way over here to avoid suffering from a heat stroke.

I was actually a tad surprised to read in his post that he considered me normal. Guess my Asperger’s didn’t show that much. I’m not really sure what he thinks of me now that he’s been around me.

Personally, I find him to be a good kid. It took him a while to open up but once he got comfortable he seem perfectly normal. It does give me a small chuckle that we both have trouble making eye contact. And yes, he actually does have a striking resemblance to Kenshin. He also seems really intent on investigating this dimensional bleeding stuff (I will get into my explanation on my theories on it some other time).

Well the first week focused on me getting to know him and getting him healthy. The poor kid looks like a stick. There was a lot of eating and sleeping (especially on his part), and gaming. I taught him some of the basics of playing Yu-gi-oh. I will admit, he catches on pretty fast to this game.

The last week has consisted of training. I figure if he’s going to be Running, he needs to be ready for any sort of confrontation. I’ve learned that from Feral Slendy, the Eyes, the Black Dog, and I honestly will not be surprised if I somehow find a way to piss Moriarty and his militia off. Yes, I’m not a master at anything save for blowing shit up, but I’d like to think I’m a jack of all trades when it comes to melee combat.

So I’ve started the training regimen with simple exercises; the daily run, push-ups, I’ve snuck him into the campus’ gym to go through the various routines (Personal note: after the first day in the gym; weight lifting is simply out of the question for him).

Then we started working with actual combat. I feel like Kenny has fighting potential, he has a general grasp on using his staff and his lack of height can be quite advantageous for him in some ways.

The problem is that he doesn’t have the spirit. He looks so fucking frightened when he tries to show what he can do. His staff, Lily, just trembles in his hands and you can just tell through his eyes that the dominating thought in his head is “I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to get hurt.”

So today I thought I’d up the difficulty a little and threw him into a sparring match. See what he can truly do under pressure. y’know?

I may have gotten a little overzealous.

I didn’t really go easy on him for a first time match. I was using a wooden sword to clash against his staff. He was just on the defensive the whole time, shakily blocking what I threw at him taking a blow to an arm and leg once in a while.  I decided to surprise him by giving him upward swing for him to respond to but there was no response to it and he was hit square in the head. I was quite surprised to find that it had knocked him down and drew quite a bit of blood. I think he was on the verge of tears as well. I was a rather frustrated and needed something to get him retaliate.

“It’s no wonder you can’t protect anyone, you can’t even protect yourself.”

The next thing I felt was the wind getting knocked out of me. I staggered back and found that Kenny had hit me square in the chest with Lily.  “Don’t you dare talk like that! You don’t have any right to say that!” I gasped for air as I took a blow to the side of the face and a few good strikes at my ankle. I looked at him and thought he was on the verge of something in him burst. Instead he stormed off and I think he might have muttered something at me that I didn’t catch.

I will admit that that was a dick move on my part.

A big one.

I really should have thought that through before I said it.

I’m kind concerned now because Kenny hasn’t come out of his room for quite awhile.

If you can read this, I’m sorry. 

I'm a hypocrite

Here I am, pestering other blogger about whether or not they are okay, while I've gone quiet on my own blog for what? A good couple weeks?

It's just kind of been a lull from all the chaos. Also I've accepted the fact trying to go out and find Anna without having any idea of where she is is a very bad idea. And I'm not going to lie, Pokemon Conquest  has had a tight hold on my attention over the last week. What can I say, I'm a sucker for turn-based strategy games.

Also while I haven't seen Ole' Tall and Facelss and the Black Dog, I think- no, I know someone is keeping tabs on me. I can feel it in my gut. Now how do I catch him/her/it?

Status Update

Alright I am back in action!

Well, I'm a tad malnourished, but I'm back in action none the less! On a side note, if you've barely eaten anything in God knows how long, eating a hamburger is a bad idea. 

Anywho, the Dog is gone (for now) and the mark on my arm is sort of gone. It's strange, I can see a faint outline of the mark, but nobody else seems to see it and I can't see it in the mirror. Maybe it's like a calling card or a reminder that he's always around. Or I'm going insane.

I have a feeling it's the latter.

I'm still pretty shaken up by all of these memories that have come back but...I hope I can avoid letting this eat away at me.

Aw jeez. I'm just not good with words sometimes.

Aftermath

Okay I’ve pulled by self together. Actually I did so a while ago. I’ve just been spending a lot time to find the right way to word this stuff.

I saw a tentacle going for Holly and I finally worked up the courage to do something. I ran to grab Holly and pushed her down. I felt the weight of tentacle slam down on my back. I tried to get up and drag Holly away but I could barely move. I looked up and saw Him standing right in front of me. I felt him reach down(?) and pick me up. His clawed tips digging into my head.

What’s wrong? This is what you wanted right?

“Not like this…this is…too cruel”

You wanted me to make them cry. I gave you what you wished for.

“Some of them…some of them weren’t bullies..”

I said there could be a price to pay.

I couldn’t say anything. Words just completely failed me.

Maybe I should just kill you too.

I felt tentacles wrap around me and slowly tugging at my limbs, I felt everything in them strain to stay together. His claws dug deeper into me. The pain was too much for me to handle and I blacked out at this point.

I woke up to find the teachers coming to the scene of the carnage. I was surprised to find that my limbs were still where they belonged. I looked over and saw Holly who was still okay. Well, physically. Her face was just...blank, and she didn’t seem to respond to anything at all.

The clean-up process began. The police asked me questions about the slaughter at first but I wasn’t really in any shape to talk about anything. I think the whole thing was pinned on some crazy homeless guy in the woods who was found dead nearby, they said he committed suicide after he did everything. The P.E. teacher got fired for letting kids go into the woods (I have no idea how that didn’t happen sooner). Holly’s parents immediatly pulled her out of school.

For the next couple of months, I was a mental mess to the point where I couldn’t function. I couldn't sleep, I barely ate anything, I didn't really interact with anyone. It certainly didn’t help that Slendy decided to lurk outside of my house. Around the beginning of seventh grade, my parents took me to some special psychologist that somebody recommended. He said he was going to try something new in order to block all of it. 

The appointment started normally, asked the standard questions that every psychologist asks. Then he started asking questions about that day. I answered them as best as I could. I made up some answers here and there. Then things got weird.

“Do you blame yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Because you couldn’t save them?”

“Kind of-“

“Of is it because you lead them to Him?”

“What? I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I think you do. He offered to help you didn’t He? And you jumped on the chance didn’t you?”

“How do you know-“

“Don’t worry Chris. You won’t have to see that bad man anymore. We are here to help you.”

“We?”

“You may come in now?”

The man entered the room slowly, “Is this him?” he asked. After flipping through blogs I’ve got a good idea of who that man was. 

Redlight.

I’m pretty sure it was him, granted I haven’t met him in person so what do I know.

“Don’t worry, this man will make sure all those nasty things in your head will go away.”

“W-Who are you?”

“My name does not matter. In a minute I will have never been here.” Redlight said as he moved closer to me. 

“What are you talking about?”

Redlight was now face-to-face with me."Hush..."

And that’s sort of where the memories end. Things went normally from that point, most of the kids left me alone. Nobody brought the incident up with me. I left for Texas at the end of 7^th grade and I didn’t see Slendy until a couple of years ago.

There. Are you happy you fucking mutt? Now can I get something to eat or do I have deal with more of your shit?

Anywho, I’m really curious find out why Slendy didn’t kill me then. My best bet would be to locate Holly I guess. I also need to confirm that it was Redlight who fucked with my head. Shit, it happened to Robert right?

Right now though, I have to find Anna.     

I'm coming. 

Memories Returned

It’s pretty much come back. I’ve pieced together the puzzle.

I was bullied when I lived in Florida.

A lot.

I guess it kind of comes from going to small private school and sticking with the same people for years on end. They know how to prey off of you and know how to push your buttons. My weakness are easy to exploit. So many of them made my life miserable.

I hated them.

Our school itself was located next to this ridiculously large forest. In hindsight, this was very poor planning because the area it was in was rather rough and there were always hints that there were hobos were living deep in there. Of course as a kid I didn’t care too much because well, I think with most kids the mindset was “forest=giant playground”. I honestly never really noticed. I tend to be oblivious to subtle things. I only found this out when I heard my mom (who worked there as kindergarten teacher’s aide) talking about it.

There was slightly weird vibe that I started feeling when I got to the 4^th Grade, there was just something that felt…off. Every so often I always thought I saw something out of the side of my eye but of course if I turned around nothing was there. Every so often, a kid would leave in the middle of the year and normally we were told that the parents took them out. It seemed reasonable but from that time on it seemed to happened more frequently. And the ones that left, to my knowledge, never mentioned that this was going to happen and they simply be replaced a week later. This wasn’t narrowed down to my grade specifically, it was spread out among Pre-K through 8^th Grade. But I never put too much focus on it.

    

For a couple of months at recess, we played kickball but that wasn’t what most of us cared about. The kickball field was next to the massive forest and if the ball wound up in the woods the P.E. teacher sent us out to get it. Yeah, it wasn’t exactly the most responsible thing to do as a teacher. But of course, so many of us would intentionally try to kick the ball over the fence for a chance to romp through the mud and explore this mysterious place. I would sometime use it as excuse so I can isolate myself when I was overwhelmed.

One day, He found me.

Slenderman.

I just looked in awe at this incredibly tall, nicely dressed, faceless thing staring down at me.  

I…I heard a voice in my head.

I sense your pain child. Your suffering. Your sorrow. Your hatred. I can help you. I can make sure they never make you hurt again.

“You know who they are? You know about me?”

I’ve been watching you for a long time. Would you like me to help you?

“What do you mean watching me?”

I know you have been bullied. Kicked around and made fun of. Nobody seems to care about you. Am I right?

“Y-Yeah…”

I can help you. Make sure those bullies don’t hurt you anymore. You would like that wouldn’t you? 

“I don’t know….” I quickly ran off, my ‘don’t talk to strangers’ instinct kicking in.

So be it….but I’ll always be waiting here if you change your mind…

A week or so had passed and there is one day when for a Social Studies project I turned in a model of a massive fort. I spent hours grueling over this thing, my OCD side kicking in and wanting to make sure that every little detail was accurate. I made sure the color and texture were right to match the pictures, the little soldiers inside looked accurate along with the weaponry. The gate opened and closed, the cannons moved up and down. This thing was a fucking masterpiece. I was so proud of it.

Well after coming back from recess on the day we were suppose to present them, mine went missing. I looked all around for it until I finally found it in the bathroom, smashed to pieces, stuffed in the toilet, and covered in shit and piss. I broke down. The bullies…the culprits walked in and laughed with sadistic glee, making fun of me for crying, saying that my fort was crap to begin with. I snapped and grabbed the head of one of them and smashed it into the wall. Needless to say the other guys jumped me and beat the shit of me before dragging me and dunking my head in the toilet with my project. A teacher came in and broke it up. The guys got detention for a couple of days, I got off because well after going through all of the shit I went through, they’d have to be pricks to do so. Also it helped that my mom worked there. Christ, I was lucky nothing get infected.

But that was my breaking point.

Next day, I made sure to go out into woods, where we met last. And there He was, waiting for me.  

Would you like me to help you? the voice in my head said.

“Yes.”

What would you like me to do?

“Anything. Just…whatever you can do to make them suffer.”

Are you sure? There could be a price to pay.

“I don’t care! Make them cry!”

So be it.

Somehow it felt like the whole plan formed in my head. I knew I shouldn’t trust him. I mean why should anyone trust a faceless guy in the woods. But I was desperate. I wanted this to end and I wanted them to pay. I didn’t know what he would do but…I just wanted it to stop.

A couple of days later, the plan went into action as all of the bullies went after the ball that was kicked over the fence. The objective was to get them to a clearing and The Tall Man would handle the rest.

“Hey guys! I found the ball!”

“What are you talking about?” said the first of the bullies Caleb. He was a follower, too scrawny and meek to do anything physically so he relied on insults instead. “We didn’t even kick it that way!”

“Well it must have rolled over here because I found it.”

He showed up a minute later “Alright gaytard, where is it?”

“It’s up there in the tree.” I pointed out the ball, stuck firmly in some branches courtesy of Slendy “I think we are going to need more people to get it down.”

After trying to climb, Caleb took my advice. “Fine. Guys! The ball is over here! We got to get it down!”

As soon as that statement finished, it began.

A large tentacle swung from the side and whacked off Caleb’s head with such a force that it was like a golf ball being hit off of a tee and the tall man was now accompanied by dozens of tentacles behind him. Two others, Andrew and Lucas, showed up just as Caleb’s head bounced off of a tree and rolled along the ground. They were frozen in horror and couldn’t react when He turned to them. A tentacle wrapped around each of their ankles. Lucas was swung around like a ragdoll and smashed against multiple trees until he was a bloody pulp. Another tentacle went to Andrew, who dangling upside down above Slender Man and was whimpering in fear. The tentacle slowly slashed downward from crotch to skull, making him open up like his body was hinged. The inside of him rained down but were all caught as The Tall One…well I’d rather not talk about that. Just know that they never they never hit the ground. The bloody pulp that was Lucas and the husk that was Andrew were carelessly tossed away and were caught in clusters of tree branches.

Arnold was the next to show. He was a rather heavy fellow, but he, by no means wasn’t out of shape. He packed one hell of a punch. He didn’t have long to react but tried to waddle away before he was impaled by a tentacle and tossed aside. His blood rained down on me as his body flew by, turning my school uniform shirt from white to red.

The thing was, when this all happened. I felt nothing. There were no feelings of guilt for leading them to their deaths, no fear for the abomination from hell that was causing chaos, and yet there was no joy from the punishment that was being dealt to them.

Then there was Patrick, the leader of the bullies, who showed up soon after Arnold was dealt with. I turned to look at him as he uttered “What the fuck?” No sooner did those words come from his mouth that Slender Man turned to him. Patrick pissed himself at the sight of the faceless being.

So this is the one… the voice that filled my head said.

It felt like time slowed down as I watched several tentacles shoot out and wrap around Patrick’s ankles and wrists. I watched as his limbs were stretched to what seemed like the point where they would have been ripped out if there was any more effort made, shouts of pain erupting from him. Several more tentacles came and the tips penetrated various points on his body. The poor kid was choking up blood begging for his mom. The tentacles retracted and he hit the ground with a thud. He struggled to make his way to me, managing to grab onto the cuff of my sock. “P-please…help me.” he begged between his chokes of blood that came out of his mouth. I looked down at him. I’m really not sure what my response would have been. I didn’t have time to do anything. Patrick was grabbed by the tentacles and I heard the crunching of bones as multiple tentacles crushed most of his limbs and ribs. He screamed in pain and was finally silenced when he was ripped opened. The look on his face as the last bits of life left was one of shock and horror, someone who just seemed unable to comprehend the concept of death. Someone… it was the face of a child.

Time felt like it returned to normal as his body was tossed into the trees. Then things changed. David showed up. He wasn’t one of the bullies. He must’ve heard the scream. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was just suppose to be the bullies. No, this was wrong. All wrong. His tentacles wrapped around David, completely enveloping him. They all tightened around him, crushing him and wringing him out like a sponge before throwing his corpse aside. 

The rest of them showed up. The remaining 8 victims. Tyler, Colton, Matt, James, Steven, Katie, Jenny, and Holly. The first three were of the bullying group but the others… Katie had her head and all of her limbs ripped off. Tyler was bisected.

 I wanted to say something. Make Him stop. But nothing came out.

Matt and James were skewered by the same tentacle. Colton was hacked to bits. Steven was sliced in the half from below the ribs. Jenny thrown against a tree as multiple tentacles slammed down at once, crushing her under the weight and leaving her a splattered mess against the tree.    

The tentacles made their way towards Holly

I’m sorry, I have to take a break from this. This is really overwhelm.

I’m a fucking monster. 

Where is everybody?

That's the sort of the question I have had.

Almost nobody seems to be posting. I think. I mean not the usual bunch.

I think because they've either thrown their blog away, blocked me in some way (doubtful, I hope, but I understand), gone insane, or are dead.

Then again, I'm not really sure about anything at this point. Maybe all of this is that I am typing is gibberish that only I can understand.
So hungry.....
The Dog is winning this war of attrition. I'm almost out of stuff.

Fucking mutt.

"Yeah...I-I should be sad that they are gone, but I'm glad, yet..." 


"You blame yourself?" 


"Yes..." 


"Because you lead them to him..." 


"How do you know..." 

"Don't worry Chris. You won't have to see that bad man anymore. We are here to help you."


"What? We? " 


"You may come in now." 


"Who is he?" 


"Don't worry, this man will make sure all those nasty things in your head will go away." 


"Who are you?" 


"My name does not matter. In a minute I will have never been here." 


"What are you talking about?" 


"Hush. Hush. Be quiet and close your eyes. It will all go away...." 

Items

So first off, I probably need to clarify something. I didn't literally lose the memories of childhood. There isn't just a blank there. I think the best way that I can explain it is that I feel like I have two memories; one that I've always been sure is the right one. And then there is the one that is form, piecing itself together and that one feels real too. So I guess since these two are conflicting so much with each other it feels like my childhood is gone.


The Black Dog has been leaving me things, as per what he normally seems to do. Thus far I have been given:

-A kickball
-A muddy, old pair of kids sneakers
-My 6th grade yearbook
-My 7th grade yearbook
-An old tape recorder (no tape)
-A school uniform, covered with mud and blood.
-A handful of detention slips and suspension refurrals


Some of these are ringing a  very faint bell but the strangest thing is with my yearbooks.

I flipped through my 6th grade yearbook and went to my class, there were 15 people out of my class of 25 that I just do not remember. Names, faces, there were even pictures of them with me but I remember nothing. Then I looked through my 7th grade yearbook. There were different people replacing those 13 but I definately remember them.  The detention slips have the names of some of the 15 people on them, various offenses, primarily using curse words towards me that a teacher overheard. The suspension referalls were for beating me up.

I'm close. I think I am very close to figuring this out. I know I am!

 Why do you bother coming along? You can never keep up! All you ever do is cry!  You're just going to ruin it! Do you want to be friends with us or not! C'mon! You can take one punch, you can take another!God you are a useless piece of shit! You're 10 and you can't tie your shoes! You're a creep! Fuck off! You don't know what that is, are you a dumbass? Will you just shut up, nobody cares! Aw damn it, he's gonna' cry again! Do you actually think I would like somebody like you! Ugh, you're hideous! Go on and cry to your mom you little 'tard! All you ever do is cry!  You're just going to ruin it! Do you want to be friends with us or not!  C'mon! You can take one punch, you can take another! God you are a useless piece of shit! Why do you bother coming along? Do you actually think I would like somebody like you! Ugh, you're hideous! Go on and cry to your mom you little 'tard! You're a creep! Fuck off! You don't know what that is, are you a dumbass?Why do you bother coming along? You can never keep up! Do you want to be friends with us or not! You're just going to ruin it! All you ever do is cry! Go on and cry to your mom you little 'tard! Ugh, you're hideous! Do you actually think I would like somebody like you! Aw damn it, he's gonna' cry again! Will you just shut up, nobody cares! You don't know what that is, are you a dumbass? Fuck off! You're a creep! You're 10 and you can't tie your shoes! God you are a useless piece of shit! C'mon! You can take one punch, you can take another! Do you want to be friends with us or not! You're just going to ruin it! All you ever do is cry! Why do you bother coming along? You can never keep up! You're 10 and you can't tie your shoes! You're a creep! Fuck off! You don't know what that is, are you a dumbass? Will you just shut up, nobody cares! Aw damn it, he's gonna' cry again! Do you actually think I would like somebody like you! Ugh, you're hideous! Go on and cry to your mom you little 'tard! All you ever do is cry!  You're just going to ruin it! Do you want to be friends with us or not!  Do you actually think I would like somebody like you! Aw damn it, he's gonna' cry again! Will you just shut up, nobody cares! You don't know what that is, are you a dumbass? Fuck off! You're a creep! You're 10 and you can't tie your shoes! God you are a useless piece of shit! C'mon! You can take one punch, you can take another! All you ever do is cry! 


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Please....make them cry....

Christ....this hurts so much.

The Dog is so much closer. I swear I saw it in the hallway once

The closer it gets, the more painful that marking seems to be. Dammit, I can barely move my right arm.

And my head, shititsbuzzing. The more I piece these memories together the more fearful I become of what I'm going learn. And the more my head throbs

The Dog won't even let me get to my car.

It's a war of attrition now.

I kinda miss when these posts were filled with hope and smartassery.

Elaine

Dammit, I hate it when things like go down.
Y'know, it funny really. Despite all the crazy shit you got yourself into, I always thought that if it came down to it, you would be one the last of us to fall.

I just...wish I had a chance to thank you. God that sounds so cliched but it's the truth.
You were the first person I started chatting with on here. You were able to relate to me when it came to dealing with legal troubles, you shared a couple of secrets, and you would always thank me for any support I was willing to offer even if it seemed impossible for me to actually do so.

You were the one who would snap me to reality and subtly tell me to man up when it was needed.

You were a friend.
A very good friend.
I wish I had the chance to meet you in person.

It feels....very lonely now...


I'll miss you Elaine.

*blows party blower*

Happy birthday to me.

Yeah, another year older and at 23 you realize more and that to kinda stopped caring after your 21st (sure I could drink then but it was the principle of the matter that made to birthday worth celebratin.

So it's me and a cookie cake at my apartment. Things have been civil enough. No Black Dog. No Slendy. No Proxies. It's not too bad.

Unfortunantly the mark is growing worse. It's continues to the burn and  the more I try to remembrr=.


Cheers to all of you!

Hey guys! I found the ball! 


What are you talking about? We didn't kick it that way. 


Well I found it! 


Fine! 
















Just a few more minutes. 


















Alright gaytard, where is it? 


It's right here! 


Where? 

It's here. It's just stuck! 


God, you are pathetic Chris. Can't you do anything right? 


























Thank you child. 






















He will make a fine meal. 

I'm scared

All of this just seems so familiar. But it can't be.

I mean...my childhood was so clear. I know Slendy stalked me for a short period but...he eventually went away. It just seemed like a standard scenario as per some of the other Runner.


But everything seems muddled now.


I think I did something bad.


 Something very, very bad

Anna. Where are you?
I'm scared.

So the tear marks almost faded, but they are still fait enough for recognize them. I seem to be the only one to notice though so I guess that is progress. The mark on my arm hasn't faded in the slightest though and it's been hurting like hell .

Speaking of pain, this last post that popped up just...I don't know. It's been making my head throb.
I can hear this post in my head. as I read it, if that makes any sense. I hear the voices of kids, I hear the rustling of brushes, the chirping of birds, the squishing of mud under their feet.

And then

that last line

Who are you? 


A surge of pain just shoots through me. My head feels like lead and I hear a high-pitched noise that feels like it's ripping my eardrums apart. My entire body just shuts down.

Those voices, the noises, the pain


They are all so familiar.