Saturday 5 December 2015

He is everywhere

My God. This thing. It's everywhere.

Everywhere I look, I find myself trembling, expecting him to be there. I turn every corner reluctantly, and catch myself both looking over my shoulder every five seconds, and filled with nothing but dread at what might be lurking behind me suddenly.

And those posts.

I didn't make them! I swear! Neither did Thia! My only conclusion is that IT must have made them.

But hope is not lost.

I have found, as I'm sure I've said, the smoking wreckage of an old blog.

It calls itself White Elephants - I guess because this slender wanker is the metaphorical White Elephant. You can't not think about once you do - and it's run by Robert Sagel.

Or it was.

As best as I can tell, he is very very very very very very dead. And I'm a medical student, you can trust my opinion on that more than most people's. Something about trees. Gruesome. Didn't read much further - but then perhaps I should have.

But I know a lot more now than I did before.

For one thing, slender dude is actually called The Slender Man. It's fitting, if nothing else. Though I don't know why nobody seems to call him 'Faceless Bastard' because that is pretty fitting too.

I also found out that Robert((Sage)) used a title system. Quite novel, but also quite charming. If it were in a more lighthearted context I might encourage him to write a book.

Well, no. If it weren't real I would encourage him to write a book.

And if he weren't dead.

But anyway, Robert was a ((Sage)) meaning that he was looking for truth and knowledge about this Slender Man. There were two others, and together they researched Sword, Shield, and Shroud.

Sword was Robert's I believe, and it was offense-centric indeed. Its entire sphere of study was based around finding ways to harm and/or kill it - Slender Man, I mean. I don't know all that much about the others, as I've yet to happen across their own blogs, but I am looking, and I know that Shield is - quite obviously - methods of protection from Slender Man, and that Shroud is - not as obviously - researching his origins, probably as part of some 'greater scope plan' in which they not only send him back to whatever bastard dimension he hails from, but in which they also keep him there.

There's also some interesting stuff about Tulpa Theory. I shall be looking into that in particular, as I believe from how he mentions it that it is, in fact, a theory related to The Shroud - Slender Man's origins - and it could prove very useful indeed.

Thia is...

She'll be fine. She has me, and I have her. We'll be fine. We'll be absolutely fine.

I don't know about poor Zack though. My friend of many years now has gone totally silent. You hardly knew him - as you only knew him through me - but he was (is) an excellent person. Absolutely outstanding in his morality.

He once marched against a Britain First (dirty fascists) march on his own. He wasn't on his own for very long, but he kept them halted and immovable - somehow - for a good 15 minutes, in the middle of Leeds, all by his lonesome, until the crowd decided he was a leader, and started following.

The world needs people like him. I hope dearly he still draws breath.

And, as for you...

I hope dearly you never have cause to fear like this. I hope dearly, to all the Gods, fictional and false though they might well be, that you are safe from this monster.

I don't care who you are, you do not deserve this.


Good night, and may we all live on 'til morning, 'ere the sun rises.

~ Kev Elliot


PS: Left this open without posting for 15 minutes while I looked through that blog some more - THERE ARE MORE SAGES! New ones! Generation 2! A second coming! I... haven't seen them yet, and their mentions are as old as the first blog, so it's possible they've been found and killed too, by Slender Man, or by this bastard proxies I keep seeing mentioned, but there is hope! They are led by a man named Zero, and I hope dearly that I can speak with him soon!

I will keep you informed!


Good night, and may we all live on 'til morning, 'ere the glorious, glorious sun rises!

~ Kev Elliot, in some small, happy measure of Triumph

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