How long's it been? Since all of this started, I mean? I found myself wondering that today.....I didn't mean since my running days had began. I mean this stupid game. That he plays with us. We're just his playthings after all, aren't we?
A lot of people favor the line of thought, that Slenderman has a reason for the things he does. That he's just some higher form of intelligence, or a deity a wrathful god, or even an omen. A sign that misfortune is going to follow whoever lays on him. In a twisted sort of way, he kind of is an omen. He shows up and shit hits the fan. A night at a hotel...a pleasant hotel. I didn't even stay in the building, I slept out in the car I had been renting. I hadn't slept in days. I go to close my eyes and one after another the car's around mine go up in flames. Cops converge on the scene before I can even gather myself. I'm brought in for questioning.....The man who enters my interrogation room is frowning at me. I assure him that I had nothing to do with the explosions. That I wasn't some..mad bomber or whatever the hell he wanted to call me.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Even so, as I was being questioned he appeared in the room. Barely fitting beneath the ceiling. The cop turned around for a moment, running a hand through his hair. His eyes settled on the one way mirror and he....he looked at him. His eyes didn't just pass the faceless creature. It wasn't the sleep deprivation, he saw him. I know he did. But he just acted like he wasn't there.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The police released me after they realized they didn't have enough to keep me there. I ran to my car...I drove out of there as fast as I could. Now I'm in a library, they closed up for the night and they don't know I'm here. I don't know what to do. I don't even know what my next move is.
I wanted anyone who actually cares to know that I'm still alive. How? I'm not even sure. The night after my last post is a blank....and I don't even think I want to remember it.
I'm always in the wrong place at the wrong time.
So you haven't got your fucking dumb ass killed. Good. Keep breathing you fucking dickcunt
ReplyDeleteOh Fell. Elegant, graceful Fell. It warms my heart to know you are concerned for me. Actually concerned whether I live or die. Your words are going to get me though the day.
DeleteIn all seriousness though....you and Hart stay safe as well.
Do you know what you could use in your current predicament? Some nice calming tea. Is jasmine still your favorite? Ah, that doesn't matter right now. We should meet soon. How about it? A week from now? Perhaps sooner? Regardless. You don't have a choice, but hey. I'll be sure to bring the tea. So set up the fine china, I'll be there soon.
ReplyDelete- Best Regards
Quinn
PS: I'm not bringing tea.
I sit down at a local cafe, finally able to get a little bit of rest. It has free wi-fi and I open up my laptop and I see this. I have two things to say to you.
Delete1. How the fuck are you alive?
Feel free to answer now, because I don't plan on seeing you.
2. Why won't you leave me alone?!
I just want to live a normal life on the run from a psychopathic faceless business man. But my big brother keeps trying to fucking kill me! Do you know how that makes me feel?! It makes me feel....well...I don't actually know how it makes me feel.
- Worst Regards
Roy
PS: Stay the fuck away from me
PSS: I still like jasmine.