Ok, so, I really have no clue where to begin, everything is pretty fucked up at this point. First off, at least some of the blood was mine, someone, maybe me, did a serious number on my face. Most of the cuts aren't too deep and will probably fade in a few weeks, but it looks like my left eye was almost gouged out, I can't see out of it and it hurts like hell, I've bandaged it up as well as I can, but I can't really do anything about it right now.
I have no idea where I am or what my current local reputation is. Well not, no idea, I'm in a house, it's abandoned, but it looks like someone lived here recently, which I'm not taking as a particuiarly good sign. It's in a pretty rural area, which is not comforting to me at the moment, but it might help me slip away unnoticed later tonight. I get the feeling staying here isn't a great long term plan, so as soon as can get out saftely and unseen I'm gone. There's a backpack here that Caged has used some and enough food, money, and clothes to last me for a little while, so I won't starve or freeze to death.
I've gone down my reading list and it looks like pretty much everybody I might have tenatively considered a potential ally is either dead or not talking anymore, with very few exceptions. This really sucks, but it doesn't really change my situation much, they would have had no reason to trust or help me anyways. Still, it just, it doesn't feel right.
And now for the really bad part: it's not just last week that's missing. There are lots of gaps in my memory now that weren't there before. I know for a fact some of those things were important, I knew Caged was going to take over, but it wasn't supposed to be for anywhere near this long. When I didn't take control back I started losing things, and all the most important knowledge I had, all of the strongest weapons I had in my mind, have faded away. I have no bargining chips anymore, no way through and no way out. I'm not an important peice in the game anymore, I'm just another pawn. Maybe that's all I ever was, but I don't even have any illusions about who I am now, and it's probably only a matter of time before good old Slender Man, or Phillip, or victim with a grudge, or one of any number of creatures of the night come to pick me off and be done with it.
...
I think I'm going to die this year, but I don't care. Because no matter how this goes down, no matter how I go down, I'm not going quietly.
Showing posts with label Phillip. Show all posts
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April 21, 2012
Something,. Improved...
How do I start this, I'm still so amazed, in awe. This was beyond anything I had truly expected, beyond anything I could have ever predicted. And I was there, at the start of something so... breathtaking, oh this is the start of something incredible my friends, take note of where you are, because this changes everything. I should start at the beginning, no point in spoiling such an incredible surprise without the proper buildup, is there?
It should not be an enormous surprise that I've had more than one of my midnight talks with the Slender Man and Phillip on the nature reserve. But tonight was different. It started out the same as it has so many times before, I arrived after Phillip, and then without warning he appeared before us, taller than ever before, looming over our heads with the sliver of the moon illuminating the tree behind him ever so faintly. Phillip knelt as he always does, he was dirty and weary, having not left the woods in over a week now. Yet still, as he knelt a sense of calm drew over his face, he knew this was where he belonged, and soon, so would I. The air that had been warm and humid just moments before was now cold and dry, but completely still. It was as though the elements themselves had calmed themselves, completely ceased there activity in honor of what was taking place. I stood, as I always have, a few feet behind Phillip: watching, waiting, and learning.
The first hint that something was going to be different happened when He moved. The Slender Man took two steps forward and placed a single hand on his shoulder and looked down at Phillip, and in return Phillip stared up into the eyeless face of something so much greater than any of us. He has been speaking to me less and less, and more and more quietly, to the point where I barely hear him at all when he does choose to speak, but when The Slender Man snapped his head up to look at me I knew he was instructing me with one simple task.
Watch
And that's when it all began. The Slender Man seemed to grow even taller and the tentacles began to pour out of his back, pulsing and writhing. They grew and multiplied until I could barely even see Him, just a pale face and a hand on Phillip's shoulder, surround by a mass of moving shifting blackness. Without warning one of the tentacles shot through his chest. I expected him to start bleeding from the wound, but instead a black oily substance began flowing from the hole. The appendage withdrew and I could see straight through Phillip's back. But that wasn't the end of it, The Slender Man had barely begun. A thinner tentacle snaked it's way around over the same shoulder that the Slender Man was still holding on to, across Phillip's back, over his neck, and up his check. It seemed to stay there for a moment, almost as if it was comforting Phillip. Then his neck snapped.
I could now see Phillips face, and as I watched more and more tentacles can forward and washed over his body, mapping themselves across him like veins. Then they all began pulsing, drawing from him all that was human, Phillip began convulsing and writhing, his mind was already dead, but his body still tried to reject what was happening. Tears of blood began streaming from his eyes as they grew cloudy and yellow, losing any resemblance to human eyes. The color drained from his skin until it was a uniform white, and then it started getting darker. Splotches of black and grey appeared across his face and arms, quickly dissipating and spreading across the rest of his skin in veins. And still He wasn't finished, more and more tentacles came and surrounded Phillip, consuming him until I could see nothing else.
Eventually the tentacles started pulling back, The Slender Man recalling them as he returned to his original form. Soon He was just a man in a suit again, standing with His hand on Phillips shoulder. But it wasn't Phillip anymore, all that was Phillip was gone. What remained was beyond human, All the fat and waste had been replaced with lean muscle, the eyes had been completely changed, removed of the iris and pupil, no more windows necessary, it was a body that housed no soul. And the skin, what was once soft and malleable was now hard as stone, yet somehow, still flexible to allow movement. The color was gone, replaced by a dark grey, literally glowing with power. In an instant it was standing, and so quickly I could barely follow with my eyes it had disappeared deeper into the woods.
I stood there in silent shock, unsure of what to do, unsure of what I could do. I looked at the Slender Man, a being of such power that it could create that out of what had once been human, and I did the only thing that occurred to me. I knelt.
I think it's about time I made a decision.
It should not be an enormous surprise that I've had more than one of my midnight talks with the Slender Man and Phillip on the nature reserve. But tonight was different. It started out the same as it has so many times before, I arrived after Phillip, and then without warning he appeared before us, taller than ever before, looming over our heads with the sliver of the moon illuminating the tree behind him ever so faintly. Phillip knelt as he always does, he was dirty and weary, having not left the woods in over a week now. Yet still, as he knelt a sense of calm drew over his face, he knew this was where he belonged, and soon, so would I. The air that had been warm and humid just moments before was now cold and dry, but completely still. It was as though the elements themselves had calmed themselves, completely ceased there activity in honor of what was taking place. I stood, as I always have, a few feet behind Phillip: watching, waiting, and learning.
The first hint that something was going to be different happened when He moved. The Slender Man took two steps forward and placed a single hand on his shoulder and looked down at Phillip, and in return Phillip stared up into the eyeless face of something so much greater than any of us. He has been speaking to me less and less, and more and more quietly, to the point where I barely hear him at all when he does choose to speak, but when The Slender Man snapped his head up to look at me I knew he was instructing me with one simple task.
Watch
And that's when it all began. The Slender Man seemed to grow even taller and the tentacles began to pour out of his back, pulsing and writhing. They grew and multiplied until I could barely even see Him, just a pale face and a hand on Phillip's shoulder, surround by a mass of moving shifting blackness. Without warning one of the tentacles shot through his chest. I expected him to start bleeding from the wound, but instead a black oily substance began flowing from the hole. The appendage withdrew and I could see straight through Phillip's back. But that wasn't the end of it, The Slender Man had barely begun. A thinner tentacle snaked it's way around over the same shoulder that the Slender Man was still holding on to, across Phillip's back, over his neck, and up his check. It seemed to stay there for a moment, almost as if it was comforting Phillip. Then his neck snapped.
I could now see Phillips face, and as I watched more and more tentacles can forward and washed over his body, mapping themselves across him like veins. Then they all began pulsing, drawing from him all that was human, Phillip began convulsing and writhing, his mind was already dead, but his body still tried to reject what was happening. Tears of blood began streaming from his eyes as they grew cloudy and yellow, losing any resemblance to human eyes. The color drained from his skin until it was a uniform white, and then it started getting darker. Splotches of black and grey appeared across his face and arms, quickly dissipating and spreading across the rest of his skin in veins. And still He wasn't finished, more and more tentacles came and surrounded Phillip, consuming him until I could see nothing else.
Eventually the tentacles started pulling back, The Slender Man recalling them as he returned to his original form. Soon He was just a man in a suit again, standing with His hand on Phillips shoulder. But it wasn't Phillip anymore, all that was Phillip was gone. What remained was beyond human, All the fat and waste had been replaced with lean muscle, the eyes had been completely changed, removed of the iris and pupil, no more windows necessary, it was a body that housed no soul. And the skin, what was once soft and malleable was now hard as stone, yet somehow, still flexible to allow movement. The color was gone, replaced by a dark grey, literally glowing with power. In an instant it was standing, and so quickly I could barely follow with my eyes it had disappeared deeper into the woods.
I stood there in silent shock, unsure of what to do, unsure of what I could do. I looked at the Slender Man, a being of such power that it could create that out of what had once been human, and I did the only thing that occurred to me. I knelt.
I think it's about time I made a decision.
See you around
Caged
April 14, 2012
Some Creative Title
So yeah, I haven't been posting much lately, partially because I don't really see much of a point in telling you all about every thing I protect Elizabeth from, and everything I have to do to put her in further danger, and partially because most of that isn't interesting enough to relate anyways. But I suppose there's no point in hiding this, so I might as well make another post while I'm here.
Elizabeth is in the hospital. In all likelihood she'll be fine, though, with luck she'll be a little fuzzy on what happened. I'm here, too, waiting for her to wake up. The doctors say it's a concussion, nothing serious but that they wanted to keep her for observation. I know I should be concerned for her, worried if she's o.k, but all I can think about is how stupid it was that she got it in the first place, and how if she had actually thought things through this wouldn't even be an issue. Instead she elected to take an action that could have major repercussions for both of us, when it would clearly have been safer to back off.
Right, you probably want the whole story. Elizabeth and I had been at the library studying, because an eldritch abomination isn't really proper motivation to ignore your schoolwork, is it? Well when we reached her apartment Phillip was leaving it. Now ignoring the fact that Phillip was being an idiot and should have told me about his plans to leave yet another creepy message in her apartment, I'd have to say that any one's first reaction to a masked man leaving your apartment late at night should be running in the opposite direction. That is, of course, even before you realize that said masked person is a servant of an incredibly powerful monster that just happens to be stalking you on a regular basis. And yet, she chose to chase him. I honestly had no idea she could even run that fast but Elizabeth almost tackled him before they reached the stairs. After barely a minute of wrestling she had gotten his mask off, and it was clear she recognized him. I'll give Phillip this: he knows how to take advantage of a shocked opponent. When she paused to wonder why he was behind the mask he kicked her legs out beneath her and threw her against the railing. The sound of her head hitting the railing was not a pleasant one, but her loss of conciseness solved a lot of short term problems. Unfortunately, Phillip, genius that he is, wasn't finished, evidently still in full on survival mode he took out a knife and was about to bring it down on her chest. Fortunately, I had moved close enough to grab him at this point and prevent that. I had to break his nose again, but I don't really consider that to be a negative thing at this point, in fact, I found it thoroughly satisfying. But at the end of it all, I sent the proxy on his merry little way and called an ambulance, and now I'm writing this on a tablet in a hospital room waiting for her to wake up. If she remembers too much I may have to have a Tall Gentleman ease her memory a little bit.
Speak of the literal dev il. Well I guess that m eans I don 't hav e to arran ge an ythin g m yself. I'll fin ish this later.
So yes, Elizabeth is fine and awake, and it's too late for me to care enough to go back and edit this post to reflect that properly. Basically she doesn't remember enough to point Phillip definitively, but it's looking like she knows "her assailant" from somewhere. I guess it's good they never actually interacted beyond being in the same class. But he's still probably going to be receiving a visit from the cops shortly enough, so there's one useless helper down the tubes. Not like he was ever really an effective proxy, I'm almost hoping they send someone competent to replace him. I'm just wanting this whole thing to be over now, it's getting tiring.
One last thing: bloggers new system for writing posts sucks, someone make them change it back.
See you around
Caged
March 11, 2012
No Turning Back
After my last post I called a "meeting" of sorts out on the campus nature trail. Fortunately for my that thing isn't used very frequently anyways, and no-one is ever there on nights when there's class the next morning. I met Phillip at the entrance and we went to a more isolated part of the trail where the Slender Man was waiting. He was standing under a tall tree off the main part of the trail, illuminated in the moonlight. As soon as Phillip saw him he knelt on the wet mud, and for a surreal moment I felt compelled to mirror the action. Just something about the scene, the light, the intensity, the silence, just the image of a fellow human knelling before something so much more powerful than him, something so sure of it's right the rule, it called to something primal in me. You know He's old, but if you've never seen him standing over someone he owns, you can't realize just how old he is. But I've refused the kneel before him in the past, and as long as I remain in control of my own mind I will continue to refuse.
After Phillip stood I revealed my plan to them both. I was... unsure about how the Slender Man felt, for some reason I wasn't able to read him as well as I have been in the past, though talking with him has never been easy. Phillip, on the other hand, was ecstatic, though it's become obvious that's he's accepted his role as my subordinate and it's unlikely he'll ever appose anything I'll say. So after a few minutes of collaboration with the two of them I left them to go walk the rest of the trail by myself. I needed to contemplate some things, and the trail was still the safest place for me to let Cage take control for a while. I've been keeping a tighter grip on him lately, because I can't allow myself to slip up, now more than ever, but the downside is that sometimes I need to simply give him complete control for a while, to balance things out. Free does not approve, but he doesn't approve of much of anything I choose lately, then again, neither does Cage, neither do I.
So Friday,yesterday assuming I start typing this faster, I met Elizabeth. That seems odd to say, because I do in fact meet her every day, as well as some others, I do have something of a social life after all. But this time I met her with a specific purpose, one script in my mind detailing what what going to happen. We "ran into each other" outside the student center, where Phillip had managed to delay her usual schedule to force a confrontation, and I asked her how she was feeling. She naturally responded with deliberately vague answers about how she had been a little stressed out, maybe a little tired, how it was nothing to worry about, and then she asked me why I asked. My response was also deliberately vague, I mentioned about how I was just feeling on edge for no particular reason, how I was tyring to figure out if there was something going around; I choose my words and tone carefully, designed them to set the idea in her head. We walked for a few minutes, talking uneasily, dancing around the thing we were about to address. When He showed up I started coughing, I almost ended up on my knees from putting so much force into it. Elizabeth turned to check if I was alright and saw Him standing in the trees, watching. When I recovered from my practiced episode I joined her in staring into the trees, still partially crouched. Then I repeated the question she asked me not two weeks earlier: "Do you see it?" When she answered her voice was dripping with fear:
"Yes."
Then He was gone, having full filled his role in a plan he had agreed to, the Slender Man was content to leave the rest to me. My dorm was closer, and my roommate was already gone for the weekend, so we went to my room and discussed our options. I played some music to try and get the image out of her head and calm her down and asked what was going on. She only told me things I already knew: She was being hunted, she couldn't sleep without having nightmares, she was receiving threatening messages and signs, and she was trying to find an answer, but I listened as though I was hearing it for the first time. At first I pretended to join in her fear, to make it seem as though I was even more confused and lost than she was, I even acted as though I couldn't believe it was real. Then I got angry, I told her that we couldn't lose to Him, that we would find a way to escape whatever was going on. As we discussed options she mentioned that she had stumbled across a few blogs that seemed to be dealing with him, at first acted was skeptical, but then I had her tell me all she knew about the blogs. I convinced her to go home for the weekend, and I told her that I would take over looking at the blogs for her, that she should focus on watching the various vlogs instead to see if she could find out anything there. With our labor divided so that there was no risk of her finding my blog I decided it was best to wrap things up before she could suggest anything different. I told her I had one last class I had to go to (which was, incidentally, the truth) and that she should go ahead and go home, that maybe getting out of the area would provide some relief for the time being.
So now I'm being "Hunted" along with Elizabeth, the good news is that I can keep her from finding out who and what I am, but the bad news is that I now have a much greater role in her active psychological torture. And now she knows, for better or worse, that I can see him too. This means that I'm now entrenched in this mess no matter what, there's no walking away to save myself and still not serving Him, the two options before me are more clear than ever before, and I'm far closer to having to choose one of them. Somehow it seems that this happens every time I try to buy myself time, but my options beyond that are have always been few anyways. I suppose that if I have to dig myself a deeper hole than there's something comforting about being the one holding the shovel.
After Phillip stood I revealed my plan to them both. I was... unsure about how the Slender Man felt, for some reason I wasn't able to read him as well as I have been in the past, though talking with him has never been easy. Phillip, on the other hand, was ecstatic, though it's become obvious that's he's accepted his role as my subordinate and it's unlikely he'll ever appose anything I'll say. So after a few minutes of collaboration with the two of them I left them to go walk the rest of the trail by myself. I needed to contemplate some things, and the trail was still the safest place for me to let Cage take control for a while. I've been keeping a tighter grip on him lately, because I can't allow myself to slip up, now more than ever, but the downside is that sometimes I need to simply give him complete control for a while, to balance things out. Free does not approve, but he doesn't approve of much of anything I choose lately, then again, neither does Cage, neither do I.
So Friday,
"Yes."
Then He was gone, having full filled his role in a plan he had agreed to, the Slender Man was content to leave the rest to me. My dorm was closer, and my roommate was already gone for the weekend, so we went to my room and discussed our options. I played some music to try and get the image out of her head and calm her down and asked what was going on. She only told me things I already knew: She was being hunted, she couldn't sleep without having nightmares, she was receiving threatening messages and signs, and she was trying to find an answer, but I listened as though I was hearing it for the first time. At first I pretended to join in her fear, to make it seem as though I was even more confused and lost than she was, I even acted as though I couldn't believe it was real. Then I got angry, I told her that we couldn't lose to Him, that we would find a way to escape whatever was going on. As we discussed options she mentioned that she had stumbled across a few blogs that seemed to be dealing with him, at first acted was skeptical, but then I had her tell me all she knew about the blogs. I convinced her to go home for the weekend, and I told her that I would take over looking at the blogs for her, that she should focus on watching the various vlogs instead to see if she could find out anything there. With our labor divided so that there was no risk of her finding my blog I decided it was best to wrap things up before she could suggest anything different. I told her I had one last class I had to go to (which was, incidentally, the truth) and that she should go ahead and go home, that maybe getting out of the area would provide some relief for the time being.
So now I'm being "Hunted" along with Elizabeth, the good news is that I can keep her from finding out who and what I am, but the bad news is that I now have a much greater role in her active psychological torture. And now she knows, for better or worse, that I can see him too. This means that I'm now entrenched in this mess no matter what, there's no walking away to save myself and still not serving Him, the two options before me are more clear than ever before, and I'm far closer to having to choose one of them. Somehow it seems that this happens every time I try to buy myself time, but my options beyond that are have always been few anyways. I suppose that if I have to dig myself a deeper hole than there's something comforting about being the one holding the shovel.
See you around
-Cage
March 7, 2012
Running Interference
You know, throughout my life I've found several things that should require effort or concern are in fact relatively easy for me to do. Murder, for example, is easy, you just stand there and push the blade into someones chest, you don't even have to know their name. Lieing is incredibly easy, you just need to imagine that you truly are speaking the truth, and false information flows from your lips without so much as a waver of the voice to betray your dishonesty. Running is far easier than some of you make it out to be, you just forget what you had and who you were and go. Manipulation by itself is not all that difficult, identifying a target, predicting a persons reactions, leading them where you want them; these are all things you can learn without too much difficulty. However, doing any of those things becomes difficult if your goals include not letting anyone know you're doing them, and when you're trying to exert complete control over someones life, over multiple people's lives, without anyone realizing that you're trying any harder, that isn't easy. Though I suppose that when one of those people is Hunted and the other is Hollowed that helps.
Every Tuesday and Thursday I go to a class that I share with both Phillip and Elizabeth. I sit maybe 15 feet away from either of them, and spend the majority of my time trying to figure out how to trick them both into staying away from each other. Honestly it doesn't really help that things are accelerating faster than I had planned. Elizabeth pretends that nothing is wrong, she hasn't mentioned the Slender Man or anything resembling him to me or any of our other friends, yet, but I can tell she's already seeing him on a regular basis. Phillip, on the other hand, is very vocal about his plans and schedules and ambitions. He can talk for thirty minutes straight about how much work he put into the letter he slipped under Elizabeth's door (I retrieved it before she saw anything), or how honored he is to be working for "Father," but beyond that he seems incapable of casual conversation. I've had him go on at length about his agenda, but as soon as he's done he just stops talking and stares off in the distance, unable or unwilling to react to anything else for a very long time. Sometimes I'm really glad I can't see what he's looking at, I promise I'll never envy anyone whose mind has gone through that much trauma.
It's complicated keeping both of them at arms length while trying to make sure neither one is ever within arms length of the other. I have to monitor my calls with either of them, and I try to never interact with Phillip when Elizabeth is around, if she ever figures out what he is then I don't want her jumping to any conclusions about me. I've found that as a neutral party I'm not capable of being a very effective buffer, but I'm still faced with my original dilemma of being unable to directly show support for Elizabeth. This has ended up with me doing a lot of very minor sabotage of Phillip's activities, of course because my role in our perceived partnership is to keep a closer eye on Elizabeth and gauge her reactions I'm able to convince him that the notes he's been trying to leave around have reached her. The good news here is that Phillip is very easy to manipulate and deceive, he's a predictable element with nowhere near the amount of creativity or depth your average human should posses. The bad news is that Elizabeth isn't, even with as much as I know about her I can't prepare for her every reaction, and being Hunted makes her much less predictable.
Also in the bad news pile is the fact that she's started doing research. A couple of nights ago we were with a few friends at her apartment for a movie night. I'm never very comfortable in groups, but I went anyways, both for the sake of seeming normal and to use the opportunity to keep an eye on her. Throughout the movie I saw her look out the window several times, even though her antagonist never made an appearance. Part way through the movie I excused myself to go to the bathroom and covertly checked the search history on her computer. She had been looking up Slender Man. If she finds the blogs I'm in trouble, I haven't said anything here that could guarantee she would know it was me, but that's not something I'm willing to risk, I have to find a way to control what information she gets. I have a plan set up, but it's not one I'm excited about putting into action.
I haven't been Hunted in a long time. It hasn't been long enough.
Every Tuesday and Thursday I go to a class that I share with both Phillip and Elizabeth. I sit maybe 15 feet away from either of them, and spend the majority of my time trying to figure out how to trick them both into staying away from each other. Honestly it doesn't really help that things are accelerating faster than I had planned. Elizabeth pretends that nothing is wrong, she hasn't mentioned the Slender Man or anything resembling him to me or any of our other friends, yet, but I can tell she's already seeing him on a regular basis. Phillip, on the other hand, is very vocal about his plans and schedules and ambitions. He can talk for thirty minutes straight about how much work he put into the letter he slipped under Elizabeth's door (I retrieved it before she saw anything), or how honored he is to be working for "Father," but beyond that he seems incapable of casual conversation. I've had him go on at length about his agenda, but as soon as he's done he just stops talking and stares off in the distance, unable or unwilling to react to anything else for a very long time. Sometimes I'm really glad I can't see what he's looking at, I promise I'll never envy anyone whose mind has gone through that much trauma.
It's complicated keeping both of them at arms length while trying to make sure neither one is ever within arms length of the other. I have to monitor my calls with either of them, and I try to never interact with Phillip when Elizabeth is around, if she ever figures out what he is then I don't want her jumping to any conclusions about me. I've found that as a neutral party I'm not capable of being a very effective buffer, but I'm still faced with my original dilemma of being unable to directly show support for Elizabeth. This has ended up with me doing a lot of very minor sabotage of Phillip's activities, of course because my role in our perceived partnership is to keep a closer eye on Elizabeth and gauge her reactions I'm able to convince him that the notes he's been trying to leave around have reached her. The good news here is that Phillip is very easy to manipulate and deceive, he's a predictable element with nowhere near the amount of creativity or depth your average human should posses. The bad news is that Elizabeth isn't, even with as much as I know about her I can't prepare for her every reaction, and being Hunted makes her much less predictable.
Also in the bad news pile is the fact that she's started doing research. A couple of nights ago we were with a few friends at her apartment for a movie night. I'm never very comfortable in groups, but I went anyways, both for the sake of seeming normal and to use the opportunity to keep an eye on her. Throughout the movie I saw her look out the window several times, even though her antagonist never made an appearance. Part way through the movie I excused myself to go to the bathroom and covertly checked the search history on her computer. She had been looking up Slender Man. If she finds the blogs I'm in trouble, I haven't said anything here that could guarantee she would know it was me, but that's not something I'm willing to risk, I have to find a way to control what information she gets. I have a plan set up, but it's not one I'm excited about putting into action.
I haven't been Hunted in a long time. It hasn't been long enough.
See you around
Cage
February 24, 2012
What really happened
I might as well say right now that the other post did get at least some of it right, even if those bits were still partially inaccurate. I may as well just skip forward.
Sunday afternoon Elizabeth and I were walking near the campus nature trail, not on it, but we were going to the student center, which is located somewhat in front of it. She was stressed, and beginning to feel the paranoia that eventually afflicts all the hunted before they realize what they're dealing with. She wouldn't tell me exactly what she was feeling, but I knew enough to guess it. I noticed right away when He showed up; I was annoyed, but I'm fairly decent at concealing my emotions, so Beth didn't notice anything. Until she noticed Him. I felt her reaction right away, she backed away and griped my arm, staring into the woods. At that point I really didn't have much of a choice, I pretended I couldn't see anything, I tried to convince her that she was just imagining it. I can't say I was very effective, but I did manage to calm her down a little.
After she had recovered a little we returned to her apartment. When we got there we discovered someone (who I later confirmed to be Phillip) had broken into her apartment and spray painted an Operator's symbol over her bed. That one's just brimming with originality, he is. Anyways, this disturbed Elizabeth even further and so I convinced her to talk to the police and stay the night with a friend, not like it makes any difference, but it's probably a good idea for her mental state right now. She did not spend the night at my dorm, she stayed with a different friend of ours. I was hesitant to involve anyone else, but I thought it wisest to keep her away from me for the time being while I tried to get into contact with Phillip and confirm his involvement.
That's basically it, not much of a story, I know, but there really isn't anything else I can add. However, just to be sure, let's recap some things:
Sunday afternoon Elizabeth and I were walking near the campus nature trail, not on it, but we were going to the student center, which is located somewhat in front of it. She was stressed, and beginning to feel the paranoia that eventually afflicts all the hunted before they realize what they're dealing with. She wouldn't tell me exactly what she was feeling, but I knew enough to guess it. I noticed right away when He showed up; I was annoyed, but I'm fairly decent at concealing my emotions, so Beth didn't notice anything. Until she noticed Him. I felt her reaction right away, she backed away and griped my arm, staring into the woods. At that point I really didn't have much of a choice, I pretended I couldn't see anything, I tried to convince her that she was just imagining it. I can't say I was very effective, but I did manage to calm her down a little.
After she had recovered a little we returned to her apartment. When we got there we discovered someone (who I later confirmed to be Phillip) had broken into her apartment and spray painted an Operator's symbol over her bed. That one's just brimming with originality, he is. Anyways, this disturbed Elizabeth even further and so I convinced her to talk to the police and stay the night with a friend, not like it makes any difference, but it's probably a good idea for her mental state right now. She did not spend the night at my dorm, she stayed with a different friend of ours. I was hesitant to involve anyone else, but I thought it wisest to keep her away from me for the time being while I tried to get into contact with Phillip and confirm his involvement.
That's basically it, not much of a story, I know, but there really isn't anything else I can add. However, just to be sure, let's recap some things:
- I was with Elizabeth when she saw the Slender Man for the first time on Sunday.
- I did not plan any part of it, I merely recognized the situation and played along with it.
- Elizabeth's apartment was broken into.
- I was not the person who broke into her apartment.
- The break in could not be qualified as a ransacking.
- Elizabeth did go to the police.
- I was not present when this happened.
- Elizabeth did stay with a friend that night,
- That friend was not me.
- We did not stay up all night discussing our hopes and dreams, or any BS like that.
- My blog was apparently hacked.
- I am probably going to stab or shoot somebody as a result of this.
Any questions?
See you around
Cage
February 14, 2012
Insects of Stone
Hey there, I know I haven't been around much lately, but to be fair, the most I'm used to on this end is classes and tests and the occasional social obligation. Lately, however, I've found myself running interference between Elizabeth and Phillip (fortunately the run away mannequin from Men's Warehouse hasn't gotten involved just yet). I've already talked about my first technique to buy myself some time: introducing Elizabeth to Marble Hornets. So far that has worked about as well as I had predicted it would: Beth has admitted to me that she has felt a bit paranoid because of the videos, and even experienced a nightmare based on them. I was concerned at first, but after listening to her description it sounds like something concocted by her own mind, rather than a dream implanted by, well, I can't think of a clever moniker right now, but we've all read some version of this sentence before. We only got to about entry #18 before she decided she was too creeped out to continue watching. It's not that surprising, considering we were watching it at night, some of those videos even creeped me out a little, despite the fact I've dealt with the real thing. Still, I think we might watch some more entries this weekend, Elizabeth said she wanted to see where it was going, so I guess I have no choice but to ride this decision out, hopefully it won't backfire too terribly.
On the other hand, this seems to have given me a little leverage when dealing with Phillip, which is now an almost daily chore. I'm going to be honest, Phillip isn't that clever. I suspect he's been hollowed (or whatever term you want to use) enough that he can't think that creatively, on the whole he's actually been inclined to believe whatever I've told him. When I told him about Marble Hornets it was enough to convince him to back off his own plans (breaking into her apartment and leaving cryptic messages, like I said, he's not that clever). Right now he looks at me like I'm a superior, he was led to believe that I was going to be his partner and handler for this assignment, and that it was my job to train him. He's still a little upset that I broke his nose and forced him to walk a mile to the nearest road, but "infecting" Elizabeth has convinced him I'm on his side (thank goodness he doesn't actually check this blog). He remains loyal to me and what he knows of my plans, and I can use that to my advantage in the future.
I've considered talking to Him about all of this, but right now everything is still fairly safe and simple, and I'd prefer to keep it that way, at the expense of potentially finding out more on the situation. Look at me, taking the safe route, aren't you all so proud.
I know I haven't been active much lately, but I'll try to get on more often in the future. Hopefully I'll even get better about making posts about what's happening, even though I haven't gotten much practice at that until now. You know, I always knew this was coming, I had just never let myself believe it would be happening so soon.
On the other hand, this seems to have given me a little leverage when dealing with Phillip, which is now an almost daily chore. I'm going to be honest, Phillip isn't that clever. I suspect he's been hollowed (or whatever term you want to use) enough that he can't think that creatively, on the whole he's actually been inclined to believe whatever I've told him. When I told him about Marble Hornets it was enough to convince him to back off his own plans (breaking into her apartment and leaving cryptic messages, like I said, he's not that clever). Right now he looks at me like I'm a superior, he was led to believe that I was going to be his partner and handler for this assignment, and that it was my job to train him. He's still a little upset that I broke his nose and forced him to walk a mile to the nearest road, but "infecting" Elizabeth has convinced him I'm on his side (thank goodness he doesn't actually check this blog). He remains loyal to me and what he knows of my plans, and I can use that to my advantage in the future.
I've considered talking to Him about all of this, but right now everything is still fairly safe and simple, and I'd prefer to keep it that way, at the expense of potentially finding out more on the situation. Look at me, taking the safe route, aren't you all so proud.
I know I haven't been active much lately, but I'll try to get on more often in the future. Hopefully I'll even get better about making posts about what's happening, even though I haven't gotten much practice at that until now. You know, I always knew this was coming, I had just never let myself believe it would be happening so soon.
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