Like hell I'd go around telling people about MY life.
My traveling companions are outlining their experiences. Those aren't stories for me to tell.
And I haven't made any friends between point A and point B.
I guess, there was this one guy I met. It wasn't long after I decided I had to pull a fight or flight, and I chose fight. I started looking for anyone who might know about the Fears. Most of them were just delusional, but the guy I was looking for seemed to be more than that.
He was on the run from the law. Multiple charges of assault. He was obsessed with people's eyes and convinced everyone was watching him, and judging him. I don't know why I managed to catch up with him before the police did. Maybe I just knew the back streets better. Either way, I caught up with him and had a blindfold over my eyes - could have been stupid of me, but it saved my life. He didn't attack me, and we just talked.
Turns out he was seeing eyes literally everywhere he went. Not just on people's faces. They were in the walls, in the clouds, in windows, watching his every move. He couldn't escape from them. He thought if he couldn't see, himself, the eyes would stop watching...or, he'd at least not know about them. Turns out he was wrong.
He'd gored his own eyes out, just to stop having to meet this Eye's gaze, but he could /still/ feel it watching. When I took off my blindfold, he knew, and he tried to gouge them out.
I had to kill him, for his own good, really. It was my first time killing someone.
I was an agent of the Blind Man sent to infiltrate one of the Slender Man's most notorious proxy's personal army. He ended up dying, and now I'm fixing all of the problems he created.
The Blind Man isn't exactly fond of me anymore, and neither are any of the other fears.
By not fond of, I mean they want my head on a platter after they're done using me for their benefit.
They don't know that I know that, so I'm devising a plan to save my ass in the meantime.
I had a friend named Finder. She wasn't a runner or a hunter or anything. She just liked finding things out - investigating things. She was looking into these deaths by the Plague Doctor and she must have turned the wrong corner, because she found herself in the Crumbling Castle.
She didn't live long after that. At least, I hope she didn't live long.
I knew a target once, a very long time ago. Detail isn't something I have the luxury of but my scant sources inform me he was targeted by a number of them but since then he seems to have disappeared. A key was involved.
Very recently, my traveling companion was taken by a Willing Doll.
Xe is an incredibly strong person, yet this Doll (who speaks with the mannerisms of a young girl and is so visibly sadistic that I am sickened) may succeed in breaking xim.
I spend every day and night in a state of apprehension, to the point where I am sick.
I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get back to this. People who follow my blog have heard of my "computer problem" (which come to think of it - assuming these things that collect materials for the Towering Realm are in fact part of the Newborn - was only my second direct encounter with a Fear. And the first time I was actually the target. I typically only interact with Servants.) But it's not my encounters I'm here to talk about.
It must have been back in 2010, back when everything was right with the world and I was still a decent human being. Back when there was more to me than rage and violence and blood on my hands. Back when she was still alive. My wife was targeted by tall dark and faceless. You know how it goes, paranoia, insomnia, coughing fits, scribbling in notebooks, time loss. We didn't have a video camera or really any money to buy one so she didn't start taping everything.
At first I was trying to get her to see a doctor, maybe a shrink, thinking they could help. Hell, knowing what I know now I'm glad she didn't go see one. With our luck she would have been treated by someone like Doctor Beakman or Doc Wally. When the little fucker in the mask showed up though I knew something really was going on. And I'm sure people have heard how that ended. It wasn't Slender Man who got her in the end. The little masked fucker watched a little too much Buffy and left her for me to find like Angelus left Jenny for Giles.
I didn't have my favorite knife back then, but they make some very nice kitchen knives and any knife that can debone a chicken can debone a man. Oh how I laughed when I finally tracked the little bastard down. He wasn't laughing though, too busy screaming. After that I did my research, found out all I could about tall dark and faceless and his masked morons. Discovered they weren't the only threat either. After seeing how deep the rabbit hole went I became *their* boogieman and the rest is history.
It's a long story and one I don't feel like telling right now, but perhaps later. Needless to say, it involved the Choir and a girl I liked, but then again, it didn't turn out like it usually does in these situations, so perhaps that's good.
Like hell I'd go around telling people about MY life.
ReplyDeleteMy traveling companions are outlining their experiences. Those aren't stories for me to tell.
And I haven't made any friends between point A and point B.
I guess, there was this one guy I met. It wasn't long after I decided I had to pull a fight or flight, and I chose fight. I started looking for anyone who might know about the Fears. Most of them were just delusional, but the guy I was looking for seemed to be more than that.
He was on the run from the law. Multiple charges of assault. He was obsessed with people's eyes and convinced everyone was watching him, and judging him. I don't know why I managed to catch up with him before the police did. Maybe I just knew the back streets better. Either way, I caught up with him and had a blindfold over my eyes - could have been stupid of me, but it saved my life. He didn't attack me, and we just talked.
Turns out he was seeing eyes literally everywhere he went. Not just on people's faces. They were in the walls, in the clouds, in windows, watching his every move. He couldn't escape from them. He thought if he couldn't see, himself, the eyes would stop watching...or, he'd at least not know about them. Turns out he was wrong.
He'd gored his own eyes out, just to stop having to meet this Eye's gaze, but he could /still/ feel it watching. When I took off my blindfold, he knew, and he tried to gouge them out.
I had to kill him, for his own good, really. It was my first time killing someone.
Oh boy. Here we go.
ReplyDeleteI was an agent of the Blind Man sent to infiltrate one of the Slender Man's most notorious proxy's personal army. He ended up dying, and now I'm fixing all of the problems he created.
The Blind Man isn't exactly fond of me anymore, and neither are any of the other fears.
By not fond of, I mean they want my head on a platter after they're done using me for their benefit.
They don't know that I know that, so I'm devising a plan to save my ass in the meantime.
I need some time before I respond to this, it's not easy to talk about her. I'll get back to you after I do some hunting.
ReplyDeleteI had a friend named Finder. She wasn't a runner or a hunter or anything. She just liked finding things out - investigating things. She was looking into these deaths by the Plague Doctor and she must have turned the wrong corner, because she found herself in the Crumbling Castle.
ReplyDeleteShe didn't live long after that. At least, I hope she didn't live long.
That's all I'm willing to share now.
Rob has escaped our grasp.
ReplyDeleteFoolish.
I knew a target once, a very long time ago. Detail isn't something I have the luxury of but my scant sources inform me he was targeted by a number of them but since then he seems to have disappeared. A key was involved.
ReplyDeleteVery recently, my traveling companion was taken by a Willing Doll.
ReplyDeleteXe is an incredibly strong person, yet this Doll (who speaks with the mannerisms of a young girl and is so visibly sadistic that I am sickened) may succeed in breaking xim.
I spend every day and night in a state of apprehension, to the point where I am sick.
"Targeted" is such an ugly way to put it. I think they "choose", not "target". I couldn't tell you why though. Her mood can be so hard to read.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get back to this. People who follow my blog have heard of my "computer problem" (which come to think of it - assuming these things that collect materials for the Towering Realm are in fact part of the Newborn - was only my second direct encounter with a Fear. And the first time I was actually the target. I typically only interact with Servants.) But it's not my encounters I'm here to talk about.
ReplyDeleteIt must have been back in 2010, back when everything was right with the world and I was still a decent human being. Back when there was more to me than rage and violence and blood on my hands. Back when she was still alive. My wife was targeted by tall dark and faceless. You know how it goes, paranoia, insomnia, coughing fits, scribbling in notebooks, time loss. We didn't have a video camera or really any money to buy one so she didn't start taping everything.
At first I was trying to get her to see a doctor, maybe a shrink, thinking they could help. Hell, knowing what I know now I'm glad she didn't go see one. With our luck she would have been treated by someone like Doctor Beakman or Doc Wally. When the little fucker in the mask showed up though I knew something really was going on. And I'm sure people have heard how that ended. It wasn't Slender Man who got her in the end. The little masked fucker watched a little too much Buffy and left her for me to find like Angelus left Jenny for Giles.
I didn't have my favorite knife back then, but they make some very nice kitchen knives and any knife that can debone a chicken can debone a man. Oh how I laughed when I finally tracked the little bastard down. He wasn't laughing though, too busy screaming. After that I did my research, found out all I could about tall dark and faceless and his masked morons. Discovered they weren't the only threat either. After seeing how deep the rabbit hole went I became *their* boogieman and the rest is history.
It's a long story and one I don't feel like telling right now, but perhaps later. Needless to say, it involved the Choir and a girl I liked, but then again, it didn't turn out like it usually does in these situations, so perhaps that's good.
ReplyDeleteOr not.