Just a Heads Up

To let you know that if you don't hear from us, we're still alive. It's just...you know, end of the school year, finals coming up, I'm going to be studying like mad and all. You might hear from Daniel, though. He really has nothing to do, poor guy. I'm surprised he doesn't complain about being bored more often.

Also, I heard about...

...You know what's awful is that it's such a nice day outside. No one should have to die on a day like this.

I'm so sorry, Ava.

Reach...thank you. For everything you've done for us.

~Alora

Keep Your Hopes Up High...

...And your head down low.

That's my new motto and I'm sticking to it.

Things have been pretty quiet since Daniel's journey into the dark corners of his consciousness. This doesn't mean we're any safer, but it's nice change of pace (although now that I said that we're going to wake up to find Slender in the room with Cthuthlu, ready to make blood sacrifices out of us).

I mentioned this on Twitter, and I'm going to say it again: DANIEL IS SO SOUTHERN. It's a riot. His voice is all quiet with this soft southern accent. If he weren't eight years older than me I'd say it was kind of hot.

stop making people think we're an item!

He's been paranoid about that lately. I keep trying to tell him, shippers gonna ship, no matter what you do, but he won't listen. Ah, well.

Anyway, random supercomputer! Weird, huh? I'm not sure if I can trust it or not, but for now, it seems benign at least. At the very least, it could be a good source of information. I'm neutral, at least for now.

lies. her first reaction was, "oh shit, it's skynet. we're all gonna die."

OI! That was an understandable reaction!

To be honest, I'm more interested in the fact that Orsos Osort/RT/Skynet was being partially run by a couple of Redlights. Especially in the light of our recent revelation. I can't believe they actually thought Daniel would be a Redlight. Morons. From what I can piece together, he was as Lawful Good as they come. Neutral Good at the very least.

can't blame them for trying. that's what slender man does, uses people. if he can't, he takes them out, because they're not worth his time. we're starting to think that slender man is "the unfettered", although what his ultimate goal is is still a mystery. and yes, i go on tv tropes now. there isn't much else to do in this tiny single, and i get bored.

His ultimate goal could be chaos.

if that's the case, we are royally f*cked.

Yeah, basically.

And on that happy note...stay safe, guys.

~Alora
-daniel

Good News, Neutral News

The good news: Chester and Vivi are back. They're both okay. A little beat up, but alive. :) Thank God.

The neutral news:

Scott's run-in with a stalker whom I'm henceforth going to refer to as Joker Proxy made me think that maybe I should call my brother and see if he knows anything about the proxy that tried to nab him. The conversation went something like this:

[Skipping over the normal-grade small talk because you don't want to read that]

Me: Anyway, I was wondering...did the cops tell you anything about the guy that jumped you?

Brother: Seriously? That's why you called? I thought that sort of thing freaked you out, Phobia-Girl.

Me: Ha ha. Some dumbass tries to jump my brother and I'm not allowed to be curious?

Brother: It's just not like you, that's all. But it doesn't matter. I don't know anything. The cops don't know who the guy is, but I think they were gonna have a shrink look at him.

Me: Ah. Well, if you do find out anything, could you let me know?

Brother: Why so curious?

Me: Because...[brief struggle for a retort] Come on, dude, it takes a special grade of stupid to take on a Marine. I at least want to know if the guy is all there. It would explain a lot.

Brother: Damn straight. [laughs] But fine. If I find out anything, I'll let you know. Okay?

Me: Okay. Thanks.

[More small talk ensues.]

No, I'm not telling him about Slender. I don't want him involved in this, too. He was already nearly involved. Full involvement and...well, let's just say he would probably go Rambo on Slender's ass if he found out I was in trouble and I cannot picture that ending well.

Speaking of, Slender showed up outside my window again once night hit in full force. He's still there. What he doesn't realize is that colds, while weakening, just make me really pissy. So I'm not really scared of him right now. More like extremely pissed off. If I didn't think it would end poorly, I would have already thrown my garbage at his faceless head. The asshole...

Anyway. Stay safe, you guys,

~Alora

Not a Lot of News

Vivi went after Chester, but there's no news on what happened. According to twitter, she'll (hopefully they'll) tell us all what went down later.

Scott was being hacked by either the Joker or the narmiest stalker/proxy ever, but the police got him, so it's all good.

As for me, I was feeling well enough to go to class, but it was *torture*. I swear, I think that Slender (if he's controlling the cold) deliberately let up on the cold just so that I could go to class and suffer. And it worked. I kept thinking all day that if I was just a LITTLE bit sicker, I could be in bed sleeping all day.

Skinny son of an inter-dimensional whore.

Anyway...I might try to timeline Zeke Strahm's second blog, depending on how I feel. It doesn't have as many entries as some others, so I might be able to get through it. Or maybe I'll just end up blowing off the world at large and sleeping some more.

Stay safe, you guys,

~Alora

Fizz and the Initiative

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

~Alora

Hell

Just...hell. Shit shit shit.

Darby (Citizen Anonymous) is back, and so is Badass Zeke but Viv...she's been taken.

I'm literally shaking right now.

Damn it.

Scott told me on another post that there's something coming...and, I'm going to be honest. I've been feeling uneasy ever since I got back to campus. Not in a "being followed" way, but a "calm before the storm" sort of way. Something's coming, I can tell, and it's going to be...well, big.

A lot of people are saying that if you're being followed you should run. This is going to sound crazy, but...I don't want to run. I don't want to fight, but I don't want to run, either. I'm not suicidal, but...I dunno...if I run, he'll chase me. If I fight, he'll kill me. If I don't do anything...I dunno. In my mind, I feel like just carrying on will maintain the status quo, and that I'll be okay.

It's also telling me that I already paid for this semester, so running would be a total waste of money, but I only listen to that part of my brain when I'm grasping at straws.

On a totally unrelated note, I saw Creepy Skinny guy from class and mistook him for you know who THREE TIMES YESTERDAY. If he tries that again today, I might punch him, because I am so high-strung it's not even funny.

I wish I could do something about all this. But...I can't. I'm not a fighter. I just am. I'm passive, and I sure as hell don't know if that's going to kill me or save me in the end.

Anyway, enough of my whining. I have to run. Classes and all.

Please stay safe guys.

~Alora

ETA: They found Viv. Thank God, Viv's okay. I feel a lot better now...