Hi

Guess we won, huh?

Two things to address.

One, I know what Daniel did, and I'm not mad at him. It...it was the right thing to do. I would be a mess right now if he hadn't done it. I do know the basics of what happened, but...I'm not sure I can handle details yet. Even with what little I do know, it's...hard to think about. Especially seeing how he's been handling it. I know later I'm going to have to know some of it, for his sake, because he needs to talk to SOMEone about it...but...I don't know. Not now.

I feel so selfish doing that, though.

Thanks for telling him that he did the right thing. I think it's helping, but he's still beating himself up about it. Also, Maze? Not cool. Just...not cool. You suck.

Two, I think I know who Chimere is and it freaks me the hell out.

See, when I was little, my mom used to tell me stories about a warrior princess named Chimere. You know, the sort of progressive fairy tale where the princess saves her damn self and all that? I dunno, I think she wanted me to realize that sometimes you've got to figure shit out yourself. Anyway, when I was a kid, whenever I would get freaked out about something (which happened a lot--I'm still socially awkward sometimes, but trust me, back then, I was a DISASTER around other people) I would just pretend I was Chimere. It was weird, but it helped me cope, and I was a kid. I stopped doing it after I was like...ten? Twelve? The point is, I haven't done it in years.

What scares me is that...

I really don't like talking about it, but...the time I developed nictophobia...

I was four. I was at my aunt's house. We were playing hide and seek. It was the evening. I, master of all things stupid, thought it would be a great idea to go hide in the woods.

I got lost.

I was out there all damn night, four years old, utterly terrified. Not to mention the fact that there are a LOT of critters out where my aunt lives (you know, raccoons and squirrels and shit), and when you're four and year some noctornal animal scurrying around, it might as well be the freaking devil trying to reap your soul. That's how bad it was.

I still get nightmares about it sometimes.

The last thing I remember was hiding in this little patch of bushes and crying.

Then I "woke up" back home. My family was there and everyone was freaking out. Apparently I'd just walked back to the house by myself, but to this day I don't remember ever leaving those bushes. I just was there, then I was home.

And...that's kind of what happened yesterday. I remember...vague stuff, I remember it was bad and I was terrified (all blurred, thanks to D) and next thing I know, I'm waking up this morning and everything looks...normal-ish. I say "normal-ish" because I haven't quite cleaned up all the bloodstains, I no longer have a mirror, and I'm down two shirts (I didn't like either of them anyway).

From what little internet research I've been able to do, this lapse in memory is sort of consistent with an alternate personality. Basically, my theory is that Chimere is this...alter-ego I made for myself that evolved into a split personality who takes over when things get too much for me (oddly enough, I am...strangely proud that this has only happened twice in my life. I guess I'm more resilient than I thought). The fact that I used to pretend I was her is probably part of the reason she considers herself "Me-But-Not", because...well, that's what she is.

I'm grateful she popped up when she did, but...I'm not sure I like her so much.

I mean, for Heaven's sake, she stabbed MC! Stabbed him. Repeatedly. I might rant about how I'm going to kill the guy, and I might hurt someone in self-defense, but...not like that. Never like that. One of my towels is ruined because of all the blood. I wouldn't just...I wouldn't do that. No. Never.

But she did, and the fact that a person capable of that is lurking in my brain really freaks me the hell out.

I don't want to be her again. I just...want to stay me. I want control of my own brain and my own actions.

Daniel doesn't like her too much either. He says she's kinda scary. Great. I have a psycho in my head.

I haven't read any of the old blog posts (not sure I want to yet), but if she posted anything, did she seem crazy to you guys? At all? Just wondering...

I talked to Vivi.

I'm...not sure why I did that.

But...it's good to see they're still safe.

Stay safe, you guys.

~Alora

Reassurance

I'm sure you're full of questions, so I'm just going to answer them right now.

1. No this is not Alora. Technically.

2. No, I do not aim to hurt her or Daniel. I'm here to protect her, and by extension Daniel, because we like him and it would be bad if he died.

3. Don't worry, I won't be sticking around very long. You'll have Alora back soon. I'm going to try not to make this a regular thing. But with this whole Slender Man bullshit, you'll be seeing me again.

And the big question I'm sure you're all asking is: what the hell happened?

Well, I don't really know what happened at first, but I do know this: Slender Man woke me up.

Last time I surfaced, she was like...what, four? It was when she developed her nictophobia. I'm the only reason she got out of those woods. She never really needed me after that. Well, until today.

I get why Slender Man is known as a Mmemetic Molestor. He doesn't do anything physical. It's all in the head. He's a mind rapist, that's what he is. He violated her. So I woke up. He wasn't expecting that, so he let go. I only confused him for a few seconds, though. After that, I think he was...interested.

Then I stabbed Lucien. Several times.

I know, right? And it felt freaking good. Who's the bitch now, huh? Son of a whore...

And I guess Reach was right about Renevants being bullshit, because he didn't heal at all. He seemed pretty shocked by this. Slender Man didn't care that I'd just beat up one of his minions, though. He...

He laughed.

I hope none of you never have to hear that sound, because it is freaking me out just thinking about it. It was this...chuckle, this low, deep chuckle. And it wasn't audible, it's in your head, it's...

Ugh.

Anyway, so I don't really know what I did, but he just picked up Lucien and left. I don't know if he just randomly decided we passed his trials or what that laugh meant but I'm not complaining.

Anyway, Daniel's kind of passed out after the physical abuse and the mind rape, so he's down for the count. I'm finally done patching up him and us. I had to tear up some of our shirts. I hope Alora's not too pissed.

Daniel will probably be fine after some rest, and Alora's basically okay, physically, but when I leave...

She's...not going to be okay, is she?

F*ck.

Going to have to do something about that.

Well, there is one thing I can do, but he's not going to like it. Whatever, I'll talk to him about it later.

I'm going to be sticking around until Daniel wakes up. Someone has to get all the blood off the floor.

Don't worry, they're both safe with me.

~Chimere

i'm trapped in the room.

the door won't open and when i look out the windows, all i see is nothing.

me and alora are holed up in the corner. she's still completely out of it...and now the lights are flickering, hell...

he's coming.







if we don't make it...

i'm sorry.











i love you, alice.

Hi guys. We were in the woods all day today, did you know that? We were stuck in there. Mr. Suit took us for a little ride. Wheee.

Hey, you know what's kind of funny? Even though I'm really scared of the dark I've always liked these really dark bands. Isn't that weird? I've been singing a lot today. Daniel told me to plug my ears and close my eyes and sing, so I did. I was singing for a really long time before he came back and told me I could stop.

But I didn't stop because if I stopped I would hear him and if I can't hear him he can't find me, right? That's how it works. If I don't see him and I can't hear him he isn't there. And if he isn't there I'm safe and Daniel's safe and my brother is safe and mommy and daddy are safe and we're all safe.

I haven't stopped singing yet. I don't sound so good anymore, but I don't wanna stop. I'm scared to stop.

No, I'm not scared, I'm fine. Everything's fine now, right? Everything's fine, we're back home and he's not here and I'm still singing so everything's fine.

I don't remember where this blood came from.

Daniel's got a lot of it on him.

He's washing it off now.






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it's daniel

we're...not okay right now

i don't want to talk about it but




i don't know if we'll survive tomorrow.

The Dreams in Which I'm Dying...

...Are the best I've ever had.

It's sad, but I actually kind of like that song.

I know what he's trying to do.

He's everywhere.

He's in every picture I've seen, he's in every reflection in every mirror, even though when I turn around he's not there.

Daniel can hear him whispering. No matter what he thinks about, what he listens to, he is there. He's always there.

This is today's trial.

I should be scared, but between the near-death experience I had on Wednesday and the Marble Hornets style cough I got yesterday that STILL hasn't gone away, I just...

I don't feel anything.

I was scared this morning, but as time has gone on, I've just been feeling...empty. Empty, so empty...

Drained and...

What's happening to me?

Why am I like this?

Is this what Daniel felt like after seeing him in the woods?

I don't want to see him anymore.

I just want things to be normal again.

I just want it to be normal...

FML

I'm amazed I can type this.

My hands are still shaking.

I...

I went to the library for a book. And...you know that whole thing about lost time? I think that's what happened to me. I was flipping through the book to make sure it was the right one...then I looked up at it was dark out.

Then...then Slender was in the library too, and...

I couldn't go outside, but I couldn't stay there. I ran, I left a post. He kept following me, always a little closer every time I turned around. And no one seemed to notice, I mean there weren't that many people to begin with but the ones that were there didn't seem to notice or care. I was...scared is the wrong word, I was terrified.

And I knew if I stayed any longer I was going to die.

So I...

I went outside and...

I was only out there for a few seconds, but I couldn't breathe, my chest hurt, my head felt light, I thought I was going to die...tried to keep running, couldn't...I fell down, thought for sure I was going to die...

Then next thing I knew, someone was grabbing me. Protecting me. I was too scared to even care who it was, and I don't really know what happened. I know Slender was there, he sort of stood there for a while, just watching, then he just...left.

And then the person practically carried me back to the dorm because I couldn't walk, my legs were weak and I was suffocating and I kept thinking think of the shows, think of the shows but it didn't help.

I really thought...

But then we were inside, and there was light, and I could breathe again.

It was Daniel.

He saw the post I left and ran out of the room to save me.

He did save me.

...My head hurts.

Oh hell...

I...I'm in the library. I only meant to get one book, but then I looked up and it was night...how did I loose that much time...?

I...I can't leave here...

Dark out...no lights...I need to be home...but I can't leave...




He's in here.

He's in here with me.

I lost him for a few seconds, but he's coming after me.

Have to leave can't leave have to leave can't, oh God help me, someone help me please...







He's...right in front of me...

No no no no no...

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.

SHIT SHIT SHIT

Daniel's gone.

I...SHIT.

There was a note in the room.

Trial Three: Trial of Endurance.

For Worm Boy, not you.

If he lives, he will be back around midnight.

If he dies...you will know.

-Lucien

I got the note at five. Ran around the entire campus looking for him. He's nowhere on-campus. The only think I can think of is...

...There's a forest nearby.

The sun is setting soon.

I shouldn't...I'm not sure...the sun might set while I'm out...

He would go looking for me, no matter how scared I was, but I...I can't...

I don't know. I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do...

Shopping Trip and the Second Trial

I went shopping.

New supplies:

-Another flashlight (big one)
-Metal baseball bat
-Big-ass bag of chocolate, because dammit I deserve it

As for the second trial, well...

Not only did freaking MC follow me freaking EVERYwhere today, but now that I'm stuck in my room he's started banging on the door every half-hour, starting at 7:00. We stopped answering after the second time.

He's going to do that all night, isn't he?

Hell.

I need sleep. I desperately need sleep. I took two naps today, but that's not cutting it.

He keeps this up all night, then I won't sleep, and all he's going to have on his hands is a very pissed-off Alora. With a baseball bat. And then Daniel will kick him in the ribs repeatedly when I'm done bashing in his face.

(yes, yes i will. -daniel)

Hope you guys are having a better evening than we are.

~Alora

Over

The night is over.

Oh, thank God.

Basic bullet points outline of what happened:

-Lights went out.
-I had a panic attack.
-Daniel freaked out.
-Daniel found out what was going on, found everything with a light on it and turned it on.
-I was still panicking, so we ended up watching YouTube videos all night to try and calm me down.

Good things to come out of this:
-I discovered that there is an auto-tuned Charlie Sheen song (yes, I am dead serious).
-I found a flashlight I thought I'd lost.

Bad things to come out of this:
-I am dead tired.
-My head hurts.
-So does my back.
-My chest kinda hurts from all the hyperventilating.
-I'm still super-paranoid.
-Daniel is pissed as hell.
-I'm scared as hell.
-There is more of this shit to come.

F*ck.

~Alora

Greetings, and Welcome To...

...the Endurance Games!

No, this is not Alora, or that worm, Daniel. My name is Lucien, but you may all know me better as "Minecraft Creeper". What a charming nickname. Your little friend is incredibly mature, I can tell.

But that is not important.

Do not worry; they are both alive. They are just having a very bad evening.

See, every once in a while, we like to take the ones that think they are strong, that think they can handle whatever the Master throws at them with the power of love or friendship or positive thinking, and test their alleged strength. See how long it takes them to crack. For the next week, the Master and I are going to make their lives living hell. And if they come out the other side with their sanities intact, then it would seem that we have some competent enemies for a change. I myself would not mind if they did prove themselves. It makes the hunt that much more interesting.

Endurance Challenge #1: Turn off the lights.

No, not another labyrinth. Just a simple matter of breaking their lights, locking them in, and making sure that no one can hear the screams.

Poor, naive Alora. Whimpering like a coward.

Bang on that door all you want, Daniel. No one can hear you.

We will see how well they fared tomorrow.

Ta-taaa.

-Lucien