Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Last Night

I fell asleep last night some time around 11:30. I didn't wake up until 12:10, when Daniel was contacting me telepathically to be let in. For those of you who are wondering what that's like, it's like whispering in your ear while standing behind you. Sorta creepy. But that's not the point. I ran downstairs to let him in and...well...he looked terrible. He'd lost his mask, his face was paler than I'd ever seen it, his face and hands were all scratched up, and he had these bruises on his neck. He couldn't use the pen and paper because his hands were shaking really badly, so he had to talk to me telepathically. He didn't tell me a lot, but from what I can tell, he was in the room when suddenly his head started hurting and he passed out. When he woke up, it was night, and he was in the woods.

With Slenderman.

And by "Trial of Endurance" they meant "run or he'll kill you."

And he kept this up for something like three or four hours.


He had this other injury on his back. It looked like a burn wound, perfectly round, right on his shoulder blade.

And he's...

There was a post in the drafts. This is what it said:

he's not blank. he's ancient, he's dark, he's an abyss. falling down down down

rows of teeth, razor-sharp...tearing skin...those eyes...

he has a face

you just can't see it because if you did you would go mad and i think i've gone mad. i close my eyes and it's all i see. those eyes are so black, the teeth the teeth, the sound it makes...blood, black blood, i can't get it off me...

that's why because it hurts. it must hurt him, showing himself so why did he do it

to show me that i'm nothing.

there is nothing comforting about him. he's repulsive, he's darkness, he's terror, fear, hatred he hates us why does he hate us so much? what are we to him?

nothing we're nothing that's all we are.

nothing nothing nothing

can't sleep

he can see me.

...He hasn't said a thing to me since last night.

All he's done is sit on the bed and stare at the wall. He won't even let me check on that burn on his back. And the bruises on his neck almost look like they're getting worse.

...I'm really scared right now.


  1. Oh, gods.... Alora, just... take care of him, like you always do. I wish I could help...

  2. ...Fuck that.

    Fuck that.

    We are NOT nothing, goddammit, and the bastard DAMN WELL KNOWS IT. Don't even fucking start.

    On another note, you guys might want to try to get in touch with Zeke. His buddy W might have some clues as to what happened to Daniel.

  3. @Alyx: I will. He's been a bit more responsive (and by "responsive" I mean, "actually started looking at me when I talk to him"), but he still hasn't said anything. I haven't seen him like this since I first met him.

    ...What really happened out there?

    @Hakurei: Well, we both know that, but whatever Daniel saw out's effed him up something awful. He's...not really himself right now. And that scares me more than anything.

    You mean that guy Wren? I saw what he said about proxies mutilating people they catch...I don't know. It might not hurt to ask...


  4. Yeah! There we go, I...I've felt like Daniel has sometimes...but you gotta push through, you...glad you're all okay. See? We told you it was going to be...okay.