Fizzbomb is dead.
Really, I think that's all that needs to be said on the matter. Fizzy's gone.
Jeff is starting up something called the Isabel Initiative, for all the people who want to fight you know who in her memory.
I'm not sure what to do about it. I'm no fighter. Never have been. I don't think I'll be much help, but...
You know what? Screw this.
My name is Alora. I love the colors black, pink, and purple. I listen to "emo" bands, I love fantasy movies, and I am not running.
I was once stalked by the Slenderman.
I think he's back.
I don't care.
I'm not going to let this son of a bitch control my life. He can't take away who I am.
I'm sorry I can't help kill him for you, Fizz. I'm not a fighter. I never have been. But for once in my life, I'm going to be brave. I'm going to be terrified, but I'm not going to run. That's all I have to offer in your memory. I hope it's enough.
Rest in Peace, Isabel.
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on