It's been following me. Everywhere. That highway where I first saw Judgement, the alley when I had that odd conversation with the Newborn, the gas station where I first saw the Slenderman, it was in all those places, growing everywhere.
It somehow managed to hide itself this whole time... Until now. I wonder why that is? It has no reason for doing so, other than...
Well, making me doubt everything that's happened. How much of the past few months was real? The Choir can make illusions, it has power over all my senses. Can I trust anything I see or hear again?
Sorry to interrupt, but I've figured out some things while you were over at your house.
Oh?
Like I said, the Slenderman isn't after you. He wanted to talk to us other Fears. Says something big and important is happening soon.
Oh really? What's that have to do with me?
It doesn't. Which is why I have to kill you before it happens so I don't have to be chasing you around as well as dealing with this thing.
You gonna tell me what this big and important thing is?
No.
...
Okay then.
I've prepared my next Judgement. And this time, I'll make sure you're dead.
~Eye of Judgement
Hm. Well I guess I have that to look forward to. Or... do I?
--Branden
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Mold
Of course, it had to be too good to be true. Why I even fell for it at first, I have no idea. And the worst part is... Well, I'll get to the worst part.
Even though my bed had never felt more comfortable in years, I somehow woke up in the middle of the night, coughing violently. Seeing as it's the middle of spring, it struck me as odd that I had suddenly developed a cough.
That was the least of my worries, however, as I looked up and saw the walls, the ceiling, and even the windows of my room all covered in a mysterious gray mold.
Surely this must be some trick of the light, I thought. I refused to believe these... things were antagonizing me again. My life had just gone back to normal. Sure, a part of me couldn't really believe it, but... I had hoped...
So, I got up, turned on my lights, and saw the gray mold, spread all across the walls and ceiling. Upon a closer look, I realized it was moving. The mold was moving back and forth, like... Well, like it was breathing. The mold was breathing. Does mold normally do that? Well, probably not.
In a bout of curiosity, I reached up and touched the mold with the tip of my finger.
Immediately, all my senses were assaulted.
Flashing colors filled my vision, colors I'd never seen before and colors that I didn't think could exist. Colors that hurt to look at and colors that flashed by before I could see them.
Loud noises filled my ears: Nails scratching across a chalkboard, knives being sharpened, a cat screeching in fear. All the unfortunate noises you could think of, combined into one and forced into my ears.
Strange smells entered my nose, smells that made me gag and smells that I couldn't identify. And what I smelled, my mouth tasted as well.
And finally, feeling. Pain assaulted every part of my body, eclipsing all thought, and all I could feel was the pain and the torture filling me to the brim.
And then I pulled my finger away and the pain left. The smells faded, the noises died, the colors dissolved, and slowly, I could think again.
The first thing I thought was that I had to get out of the house. The second thing I thought was to check on my family.
My mother's room was empty, and my brother's was the same. It looked like neither of them had been there for months. The mold was all over the house.
How long had it been there? How long had the mold, the Choir, been manipulating my surroundings, making me hear and see things that weren't there? How much of my life had been real... and how much of it had been a lie?
How much of the last few months have been a lie? Has the Choir been following me, or has it just stayed in my house? Do I have to retrace my steps to find out? Do I really want to?
Well, it looks like I will. The Choir's apparently decided to show itself after who-knows-how-long, and I'm quite curious to see if it's followed me or not. So, I'm stocking up on more food, and typing this up before I leave. So, uh, yeah. Looks like I'm not gonna get that good night's sleep after all. Well, it was good while it lasted.
--Branden
Even though my bed had never felt more comfortable in years, I somehow woke up in the middle of the night, coughing violently. Seeing as it's the middle of spring, it struck me as odd that I had suddenly developed a cough.
That was the least of my worries, however, as I looked up and saw the walls, the ceiling, and even the windows of my room all covered in a mysterious gray mold.
Surely this must be some trick of the light, I thought. I refused to believe these... things were antagonizing me again. My life had just gone back to normal. Sure, a part of me couldn't really believe it, but... I had hoped...
So, I got up, turned on my lights, and saw the gray mold, spread all across the walls and ceiling. Upon a closer look, I realized it was moving. The mold was moving back and forth, like... Well, like it was breathing. The mold was breathing. Does mold normally do that? Well, probably not.
In a bout of curiosity, I reached up and touched the mold with the tip of my finger.
Immediately, all my senses were assaulted.
Flashing colors filled my vision, colors I'd never seen before and colors that I didn't think could exist. Colors that hurt to look at and colors that flashed by before I could see them.
Loud noises filled my ears: Nails scratching across a chalkboard, knives being sharpened, a cat screeching in fear. All the unfortunate noises you could think of, combined into one and forced into my ears.
Strange smells entered my nose, smells that made me gag and smells that I couldn't identify. And what I smelled, my mouth tasted as well.
And finally, feeling. Pain assaulted every part of my body, eclipsing all thought, and all I could feel was the pain and the torture filling me to the brim.
And then I pulled my finger away and the pain left. The smells faded, the noises died, the colors dissolved, and slowly, I could think again.
The first thing I thought was that I had to get out of the house. The second thing I thought was to check on my family.
My mother's room was empty, and my brother's was the same. It looked like neither of them had been there for months. The mold was all over the house.
How long had it been there? How long had the mold, the Choir, been manipulating my surroundings, making me hear and see things that weren't there? How much of my life had been real... and how much of it had been a lie?
How much of the last few months have been a lie? Has the Choir been following me, or has it just stayed in my house? Do I have to retrace my steps to find out? Do I really want to?
Well, it looks like I will. The Choir's apparently decided to show itself after who-knows-how-long, and I'm quite curious to see if it's followed me or not. So, I'm stocking up on more food, and typing this up before I leave. So, uh, yeah. Looks like I'm not gonna get that good night's sleep after all. Well, it was good while it lasted.
--Branden
All Roads Lead To Home
I don't know how to respond to this. It feels so strange, sleeping in my old bed... Though it was only three months ago that it was still mine, it feels so... alien, now that all this has happened.
I suppose I should explain. I was walking around aimlessly for miles on end, as one tends to do, when I came across a town that looked surprisingly familiar. Then I saw one of those "Welcome To ________" signs, and I realized: This was my town. The one I grew up in. The one where all this started.
I didn't realize that walking around aimlessly for miles on end would bring me back to where I started. I suppose, since I didn't have a destination, I just subconsciously started going back home.
To be honest, I have been getting homesick. Who wouldn't be? When your life is twisted and turned upside down, it's only natural to wish for some sense of normalcy back.
Well, looks like my wish came true.
As soon as I realized this was my hometown, I immediately ran home. My mother was there to greet me. As soon as I opened the door, she was there, wrapping me in a big hug. It was so unexpected, I didn't think what to do.
She mentioned how much she'd missed me, how worried she and Tom had been. I told her I'd missed them too. And I'm not gonna deny it, I cried. We stood there, crying into each others' shoulders, until Tom came home. He exclaimed how glad he was to see me, how the police had long given up on searching for me. I told them I was sorry. For everything.
They didn't ask why I'd left. Said they were just glad I came back. Then, Mom made dinner. It was delicious. But after a while, I began to get suspicious. I mean, wouldn't you be? I feel really guilty of suspecting my family like that, but... I can't have just imagined the last few months, could I?
And yet, all of my mom's fingers were fully intact, and neither she nor Tom have anything indicating they were shot at by the Manufactured Newborn. They looked exactly the same as they had, back before this all started.
I... I still can't believe it was all in my head. Surely, there has to be something more. I kept expecting to see the Eye sticking out of the wall, or the killer ducks staring through my window. But nothing was there.
Eye, are you there? Can you... read this? Or, whatever it is you do? Was it really all in my head? What have I really been doing, these last few months?
Well, it's getting pretty late. I'm pretty much falling asleep while I'm typing this. So, until next time,
--Branden
Monday, May 6, 2013
Unexpected Developments
Okay, I survived. I... I don't know why, though.
So here's what happened after Blinky left. I had sat there for so long, apparently Slendy had managed to find us. The Eye said the Slenderman wasn't after me, but now I'm not so sure.
So, anyway, Blinky left, and then I sort of started to freak out. The darkness, the helplessness, all that started to take over. Somehow that last post was posted (along with that creepy message at the end) even though I shut my computer immediately.
Then, I felt something creep by my foot, and I instinctively kicked at it. Looking down, I saw a large tendril creeping past it. Suffice it to say, I freaked. This thing was the stuff of nightmares. The other Fears are apparently afraid of it. At least, the ones I've encountered.
I didn't look back as I ran. I knew that if I did, I would not survive it, even thought my chances of surviving either way were pretty difficult.
Its tendrils reached out to me, but I (with some difficulty) got my machete, and started smacking them in a blind panic. By now, the blade was so dull it couldn't possibly cut anything, but it was still good for hitting things with.
So that's what I did, hitting the tendrils away as I ran, but there were so many of them, and they were so compelling...
Then one of the tendrils grabbed my arm. I dropped the weapon, and they grabbed my other arm, and my legs as well. I started to hear something at the back of my head... Static, deafening static. It consumed my mind, filled my vision... and then I blacked out.
I woke up on the roof of someone's house. My machete was next to me. It had been sharpened. My backpack was still on my back, and it still had everything in it: My laptop, its charger, the small amount of food I had left.
What does this mean? The thing had grabbed me, incapacitated me, almost. I was right in its grasp... Why did it let me go? Why am I still here? I know I shouldn't be. I should be dead.... So why am I not?
Hold on a second. The house's owner(s) should be getting back from work pretty soon, and I'd hate for them to find me on their roof. Until next time.
--Branden
So here's what happened after Blinky left. I had sat there for so long, apparently Slendy had managed to find us. The Eye said the Slenderman wasn't after me, but now I'm not so sure.
So, anyway, Blinky left, and then I sort of started to freak out. The darkness, the helplessness, all that started to take over. Somehow that last post was posted (along with that creepy message at the end) even though I shut my computer immediately.
Then, I felt something creep by my foot, and I instinctively kicked at it. Looking down, I saw a large tendril creeping past it. Suffice it to say, I freaked. This thing was the stuff of nightmares. The other Fears are apparently afraid of it. At least, the ones I've encountered.
I didn't look back as I ran. I knew that if I did, I would not survive it, even thought my chances of surviving either way were pretty difficult.
Its tendrils reached out to me, but I (with some difficulty) got my machete, and started smacking them in a blind panic. By now, the blade was so dull it couldn't possibly cut anything, but it was still good for hitting things with.
So that's what I did, hitting the tendrils away as I ran, but there were so many of them, and they were so compelling...
Then one of the tendrils grabbed my arm. I dropped the weapon, and they grabbed my other arm, and my legs as well. I started to hear something at the back of my head... Static, deafening static. It consumed my mind, filled my vision... and then I blacked out.
I woke up on the roof of someone's house. My machete was next to me. It had been sharpened. My backpack was still on my back, and it still had everything in it: My laptop, its charger, the small amount of food I had left.
What does this mean? The thing had grabbed me, incapacitated me, almost. I was right in its grasp... Why did it let me go? Why am I still here? I know I shouldn't be. I should be dead.... So why am I not?
Hold on a second. The house's owner(s) should be getting back from work pretty soon, and I'd hate for them to find me on their roof. Until next time.
--Branden
Sunday, May 5, 2013
A Friendly Conversation
So, since the Eye is in my computer again, I decided I might as well ask it a few questions that have been bugging me. I mean, it probably won't answer them, but hey, it's worth a shot.
So, Eye, why are you all against the Convocation all of a sudden? Weren't you guys buddies?
They tried to kill you. That's my job. End of story.
Right. So, if you and the Newborn aren't, like, connected or whatever anymore, how are you still in my computer?
Oh, we're still allies. For now... Hey, why haven't you made any friends whatsoever while running from us?
I don't know. Why do you care?
I want my new Judgement to be as emotionally-scarring as possible.
Yeah, well, now that's not gonna happen.
You need to make friends sometime. Or else another one of us might come after you...
Okay, it just got really cold all of a sudden. It's probably just me, though. Yes, it's just me. There are certainly no ominous nursery rhymes echoing around the corner. It's all in my head...
He's getting closer...
No, no he's not! Shut up! Shut up!
...
He left. Oh man, I didn't realize it had gotten that cold. Why'd he leave, though? I mean, I was right here, sitting defenselessly....
There's another runner nearby, to my understanding. Hey, why don't you go make friends with them? They'll probably appreciate your helping them get the Cold Boy off their trail.
Yeah, I'm not going to be making any friends, especially now that I know what you have planned for them. Okay, one last question. What's up with the Slender Man?
Oh, that guy. I hate that guy. Let's not talk about him.
Why? Not on speaking terms? If... if either of you can actually speak...
Look, he's not after you, if that's what you're asking.
So...
And I saw that little theory you had. Ha, that made me laugh.
Yeah, it wasn't very likely. Or at all. Then how are you so sure that he's not after me, then?
The Slender Man is a picky Fear: He tends to prefer children. He never goes after anyone older than fifteen.
Wait, so, once a runner turns sixteen, does he just give up?
Oh, he doesn't give up. Trust me, none of his runners have ever reached their sixteenth birthday.
Good to know.
Why speak of the devil.
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So, Eye, why are you all against the Convocation all of a sudden? Weren't you guys buddies?
They tried to kill you. That's my job. End of story.
Right. So, if you and the Newborn aren't, like, connected or whatever anymore, how are you still in my computer?
Oh, we're still allies. For now... Hey, why haven't you made any friends whatsoever while running from us?
I don't know. Why do you care?
I want my new Judgement to be as emotionally-scarring as possible.
Yeah, well, now that's not gonna happen.
You need to make friends sometime. Or else another one of us might come after you...
Okay, it just got really cold all of a sudden. It's probably just me, though. Yes, it's just me. There are certainly no ominous nursery rhymes echoing around the corner. It's all in my head...
He's getting closer...
No, no he's not! Shut up! Shut up!
...
He left. Oh man, I didn't realize it had gotten that cold. Why'd he leave, though? I mean, I was right here, sitting defenselessly....
There's another runner nearby, to my understanding. Hey, why don't you go make friends with them? They'll probably appreciate your helping them get the Cold Boy off their trail.
Yeah, I'm not going to be making any friends, especially now that I know what you have planned for them. Okay, one last question. What's up with the Slender Man?
Oh, that guy. I hate that guy. Let's not talk about him.
Why? Not on speaking terms? If... if either of you can actually speak...
Look, he's not after you, if that's what you're asking.
So...
And I saw that little theory you had. Ha, that made me laugh.
Yeah, it wasn't very likely. Or at all. Then how are you so sure that he's not after me, then?
The Slender Man is a picky Fear: He tends to prefer children. He never goes after anyone older than fifteen.
Wait, so, once a runner turns sixteen, does he just give up?
Oh, he doesn't give up. Trust me, none of his runners have ever reached their sixteenth birthday.
Good to know.
Why speak of the devil.
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Saturday, May 4, 2013
I'm Alive...
Big surprise, huh? How many days have passed since my last post? My computer tells me it's been just over two months.... I missed my sixteenth birthday... Looks like that Compulsion wasn't as powerful as I've been led to believe.
Not that that matters anymore. I've been running for so long, I've lost track of time. And for what? Just prolonging the inevitable.
Anyway, I've made a discovery. I don't think the Slender Man is actually after me. He only appears whenever there's another Fear around, and he leaves as soon as they do.
Could he... could he be... protecting me? With an aura of Fear that powerful, it seems unlikely, but... No, there's gotta be another explanation. Surely he isn't...?
Hold on, I just heard a car park near where I'm sitting. I need to be a lot more wary around vehicles these days, the Newborn's gotten lot more... upgrades. I'll fill you in later.
Okay, I'm back. Those of you still reading obviously won't be able to tell since I'll be posting this all at once, but it's been a couple hours since I wrote that last paragraph (could these things be considered paragraphs? They're really short...).
So, the Newborn. It's... well, it's different than when I originally saw it, I'll tell you that. I don't know what it looks like at the moment, but last I saw it was a large truck composed of... things a truck shouldn't be composed of. I don't want to go into details, but... my biggest question is, how do people not notice it? It's kind of obvious...
I don't know what happened to Judgement. Still in the Newborn? Maybe. Slowly eroded away? Very likely. Still after me? Not that I know of. In all honesty, it really should've chosen a better host than a duck. Not that I'm complaining.
The Convocation is moving away from ducks now. Pretty much every bird I see is after me now. Mostly pigeons and crows, but there's been worse. Last week I had a nasty run-in with an eagle, and... Well, it wasn't pretty. Almost had my eye clawed out.
Oh, hey, speaking of eyes, Blinky just appeared in front of me. Got anything to say, Blinky?
Don't call me that.
Right... So, finally got tired of the Newborn?
That thing was annoying. The duck was also a terrible idea.
Oh, you think? I mean, I get you have this thing for poetic justice and all that, but a duck? Really?
Shut up. I am not in the mood right now.
What mood? I wasn't aware the eldritch were capable of feelings.
Yeah, well, the eldritch are capable of more things than you think.
So I'm aware... Well, I'm getting tired of this conversation. See you later, Blinky.
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I just stabbed it again. How does that work, anyway? It's... apparently mentally connected to my laptop? Would it work both ways? If I shut it down, does the Eye become mentally handicapped in some way? Probably not, but... it's worth a shot...
Yeah, it didn't work... Eye came back to specifically tell me it didn't work. Jerk[ceOh stop censoring my words!
--Branden
~Eye of Judgement
Not that that matters anymore. I've been running for so long, I've lost track of time. And for what? Just prolonging the inevitable.
Anyway, I've made a discovery. I don't think the Slender Man is actually after me. He only appears whenever there's another Fear around, and he leaves as soon as they do.
Could he... could he be... protecting me? With an aura of Fear that powerful, it seems unlikely, but... No, there's gotta be another explanation. Surely he isn't...?
Hold on, I just heard a car park near where I'm sitting. I need to be a lot more wary around vehicles these days, the Newborn's gotten lot more... upgrades. I'll fill you in later.
Okay, I'm back. Those of you still reading obviously won't be able to tell since I'll be posting this all at once, but it's been a couple hours since I wrote that last paragraph (could these things be considered paragraphs? They're really short...).
So, the Newborn. It's... well, it's different than when I originally saw it, I'll tell you that. I don't know what it looks like at the moment, but last I saw it was a large truck composed of... things a truck shouldn't be composed of. I don't want to go into details, but... my biggest question is, how do people not notice it? It's kind of obvious...
I don't know what happened to Judgement. Still in the Newborn? Maybe. Slowly eroded away? Very likely. Still after me? Not that I know of. In all honesty, it really should've chosen a better host than a duck. Not that I'm complaining.
The Convocation is moving away from ducks now. Pretty much every bird I see is after me now. Mostly pigeons and crows, but there's been worse. Last week I had a nasty run-in with an eagle, and... Well, it wasn't pretty. Almost had my eye clawed out.
Oh, hey, speaking of eyes, Blinky just appeared in front of me. Got anything to say, Blinky?
Don't call me that.
Right... So, finally got tired of the Newborn?
That thing was annoying. The duck was also a terrible idea.
Oh, you think? I mean, I get you have this thing for poetic justice and all that, but a duck? Really?
Shut up. I am not in the mood right now.
What mood? I wasn't aware the eldritch were capable of feelings.
Yeah, well, the eldritch are capable of more things than you think.
So I'm aware... Well, I'm getting tired of this conversation. See you later, Blinky.
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I just stabbed it again. How does that work, anyway? It's... apparently mentally connected to my laptop? Would it work both ways? If I shut it down, does the Eye become mentally handicapped in some way? Probably not, but... it's worth a shot...
Yeah, it didn't work... Eye came back to specifically tell me it didn't work. Jerk[ceOh stop censoring my words!
--Branden
~Eye of Judgement
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
And Slendy Makes Four
The good news: I have a weapon now. Now it's just a matter of using it. Also, I have four readers now. Not really that important, but it's good to know, I guess. Speaking of my new reader, she saw this coming. Somehow.
The bad news: I have another eldritch abomination following me around. It's the only one I would've recognized before I started reading the blogs. Yes, that's right. The original Fear: the Slender Man.
Although, you had probably already figured that out when you read the title. But it never hurts to make sure.
So I was running away from a gas station, having just shoplifted the entire beef jerky isle (and I'm still feeling kind of guilty about that) and not wanting to get caught doing so, when a guy with a machete ran up to me and tried to chop my head off!
I just managed to duck in time, and the machete swept over my head, missing me by near inches. I looked up to see my brother, or the thing that used to be him, swing the weapon again, and I just managed to jump out of the way.
Unfortunately, I tripped and fell backwards. Fortunately, my backpack broke my fall. Painfully, but still broke it.
I scrambled backwards, trying to regain my footing, but I couldn't. Tom raised his machete, but before he could swing downwards, I heard the sound of a motorcycle engine, and WHAM! The Newborn crashed right into him, knocking him down. The machete went flying out of his hands and landed next to me. I was lucky it hadn't hit me.
I picked up the weapon and looked up. The Newborn had been upgraded, for lack of a better word. There were large metallic spikes all over it, spikes on the wheels, spikes on the handles. Even Judgement had spikes. Not all of them were metallic, though. Some looked... fleshy. I didn't want to know where they had come from.
Nevertheless, the mechanical arms came out as my mom, or the thing that used to be her, rounded a corner and ran towards me with her butcher knife. I knocked it out of her hands with my machete, but in the process I accidentally chopped off her pinky. It fell to the ground with a sickening squick noise. But there was no blood. No anything.
I wanted to apologize. So bad. But I looked into this woman's eyes and remembered she is not my mother. Not anymore.
And then the birds flew out. One by one, they flew out of her finger with their creepy, reality-warping powers, and flew at me. I don't like hurting things, but I really had not choice. I swung the machete around wildly, as several ducks flew at me, pecking at me with their weird, rubbery beaks.
Did I mention how strong ducks' beaks are? They may not look it, but those things hurt. I've still got the bruises to show it.
So I swung the machete around, backing away from the ever-growing swarm of ducks (I know swarm isn't the right word, but screw terminology). The ducks were beginning to overwhelm me, and I was beginning to tire out, but then... then it happened.
I felt all happiness sucked out of me. I felt my soul get slowly dragged out of my body in the most painful way possible. I felt the world slowly crumble as it stood in awe at his impending might. I felt... I don't know what I felt.
The ducks left. All together as one, they carried away their Nests and flew off into the sky. I heard the roar of the motorcycle engine, and Judgement left as well. I was all alone... except I wasn't.
I looked up and I saw him. He was shaped like a man, only too tall, too thin. Too faceless. He stood there, and he stared without eyes, and I stared back, unable to do anything else. Then my vision sort of distorted for a second, and he was gone.
I don't know what had happened. I just know that I do not was to meet that thing again.
--Branden
The bad news: I have another eldritch abomination following me around. It's the only one I would've recognized before I started reading the blogs. Yes, that's right. The original Fear: the Slender Man.
Although, you had probably already figured that out when you read the title. But it never hurts to make sure.
So I was running away from a gas station, having just shoplifted the entire beef jerky isle (and I'm still feeling kind of guilty about that) and not wanting to get caught doing so, when a guy with a machete ran up to me and tried to chop my head off!
I just managed to duck in time, and the machete swept over my head, missing me by near inches. I looked up to see my brother, or the thing that used to be him, swing the weapon again, and I just managed to jump out of the way.
Unfortunately, I tripped and fell backwards. Fortunately, my backpack broke my fall. Painfully, but still broke it.
I scrambled backwards, trying to regain my footing, but I couldn't. Tom raised his machete, but before he could swing downwards, I heard the sound of a motorcycle engine, and WHAM! The Newborn crashed right into him, knocking him down. The machete went flying out of his hands and landed next to me. I was lucky it hadn't hit me.
I picked up the weapon and looked up. The Newborn had been upgraded, for lack of a better word. There were large metallic spikes all over it, spikes on the wheels, spikes on the handles. Even Judgement had spikes. Not all of them were metallic, though. Some looked... fleshy. I didn't want to know where they had come from.
Nevertheless, the mechanical arms came out as my mom, or the thing that used to be her, rounded a corner and ran towards me with her butcher knife. I knocked it out of her hands with my machete, but in the process I accidentally chopped off her pinky. It fell to the ground with a sickening squick noise. But there was no blood. No anything.
I wanted to apologize. So bad. But I looked into this woman's eyes and remembered she is not my mother. Not anymore.
And then the birds flew out. One by one, they flew out of her finger with their creepy, reality-warping powers, and flew at me. I don't like hurting things, but I really had not choice. I swung the machete around wildly, as several ducks flew at me, pecking at me with their weird, rubbery beaks.
Did I mention how strong ducks' beaks are? They may not look it, but those things hurt. I've still got the bruises to show it.
So I swung the machete around, backing away from the ever-growing swarm of ducks (I know swarm isn't the right word, but screw terminology). The ducks were beginning to overwhelm me, and I was beginning to tire out, but then... then it happened.
I felt all happiness sucked out of me. I felt my soul get slowly dragged out of my body in the most painful way possible. I felt the world slowly crumble as it stood in awe at his impending might. I felt... I don't know what I felt.
The ducks left. All together as one, they carried away their Nests and flew off into the sky. I heard the roar of the motorcycle engine, and Judgement left as well. I was all alone... except I wasn't.
I looked up and I saw him. He was shaped like a man, only too tall, too thin. Too faceless. He stood there, and he stared without eyes, and I stared back, unable to do anything else. Then my vision sort of distorted for a second, and he was gone.
I don't know what had happened. I just know that I do not was to meet that thing again.
--Branden
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Judgement part 2
I encountered Judgement again today (Er, tonight, rather. It was already pretty late by then). It was... weird.
I was walking down a dark alley (smart move, I know) when I noticed a motorcycle behind a dumpster. Then I realized there was a duck on it, and that it had mechanical arms that were reaching into the dumpster for some reason.
Rather than do the sensible thing and run away, I chose to comment on how ridiculous it looked.
"What exactly... is that?" I asked it. And why are you reaching into a dumpster?"
Then, Judgement spoke. Not out loud, of course, ducks can't talk. It communicated telepathically. Somehow.
This, if you can't tell, it said as the mechanical arms got a banana peel and placed it on the duck's head. This is Judgeme- NO NOT THERE!
The duck started flapping around, struggling to get the banana peel off as best as it could.
I raised an eyebrow. This is not what I expected Judgement to be.
Then... something else entered my head. Not a voice, exactly, but... Well, it sent a series of numbers. I find it wierd that I remember it so perfectly; normally I'd have forgotten it instantly:
01100111011011110110111100100000011001110110111101101111001000000110011101100001001000000110011101100001
Binary?? That's what it looks like anyway. Any of my three readers know how to translate this? I'd really like to know what it says. So, back to the narrative:
Yeah, well, not on me, Judgement replied.
"Is this a bad time?" I asked. "Because I am perfectly fine with not getting killed today."
No, you're getting killed, said Judgement. Just as soon as the Newborn finishes its... Whatever it's doing.
"The Newborn?" I wondered.
Yes, Judgement replied. This motorcycle is the Manufactured Newborn's most recent incarnation. Apparently, it thought it was a bright idea to absorb a duck into its system. Unfortunately, the duck it chose just had to be the one being possessed by me.
01100111011011110110111100100000011001110110111101101111001000000110011101100001001000000110011101100001, said the Newborn again.
I had no comment.
"So, yeah, I think I'll be leaving, then..."
Oh, no, you don't! Judgement exclaimed, and suddenly I heard the roar of a motorcycle engine as the Judgement/Newborn combination sped towards me.
I had no time to react as the distance between me and it closed in a matter of seconds, I closed my eyes for impact, but then I heard the screeching of wheels and the motorcycle stopped.
I opened my eyes to see it had drifted to stop just in front of me, and the duck was looking at something over my shoulder.
Change of plans, said Judgement. Let's go. We're going now. NOW!
01100111011011110110111100100000011001110110111101101111001000000110011101100001001000000110011101100001, replied the Newborn as it sped off in the opposite direction, then turned a corner and out of my sight.
I turned around to see what it had been looking at, but I saw nothing, just darkness stretching as far I could see.
Still, if there was something out there that could frighten Judgement, I decided not to take my chances. I ran in the direction Judgement had gone, not looking back.
So that's what happened. I avoided death, somehow. I'm trying not to let it get to my head.
--Branden
I was walking down a dark alley (smart move, I know) when I noticed a motorcycle behind a dumpster. Then I realized there was a duck on it, and that it had mechanical arms that were reaching into the dumpster for some reason.
Rather than do the sensible thing and run away, I chose to comment on how ridiculous it looked.
"What exactly... is that?" I asked it. And why are you reaching into a dumpster?"
Then, Judgement spoke. Not out loud, of course, ducks can't talk. It communicated telepathically. Somehow.
This, if you can't tell, it said as the mechanical arms got a banana peel and placed it on the duck's head. This is Judgeme- NO NOT THERE!
The duck started flapping around, struggling to get the banana peel off as best as it could.
I raised an eyebrow. This is not what I expected Judgement to be.
Then... something else entered my head. Not a voice, exactly, but... Well, it sent a series of numbers. I find it wierd that I remember it so perfectly; normally I'd have forgotten it instantly:
01100111011011110110111100100000011001110110111101101111001000000110011101100001001000000110011101100001
Binary?? That's what it looks like anyway. Any of my three readers know how to translate this? I'd really like to know what it says. So, back to the narrative:
Yeah, well, not on me, Judgement replied.
"Is this a bad time?" I asked. "Because I am perfectly fine with not getting killed today."
No, you're getting killed, said Judgement. Just as soon as the Newborn finishes its... Whatever it's doing.
"The Newborn?" I wondered.
Yes, Judgement replied. This motorcycle is the Manufactured Newborn's most recent incarnation. Apparently, it thought it was a bright idea to absorb a duck into its system. Unfortunately, the duck it chose just had to be the one being possessed by me.
01100111011011110110111100100000011001110110111101101111001000000110011101100001001000000110011101100001, said the Newborn again.
I had no comment.
"So, yeah, I think I'll be leaving, then..."
Oh, no, you don't! Judgement exclaimed, and suddenly I heard the roar of a motorcycle engine as the Judgement/Newborn combination sped towards me.
I had no time to react as the distance between me and it closed in a matter of seconds, I closed my eyes for impact, but then I heard the screeching of wheels and the motorcycle stopped.
I opened my eyes to see it had drifted to stop just in front of me, and the duck was looking at something over my shoulder.
Change of plans, said Judgement. Let's go. We're going now. NOW!
01100111011011110110111100100000011001110110111101101111001000000110011101100001001000000110011101100001, replied the Newborn as it sped off in the opposite direction, then turned a corner and out of my sight.
I turned around to see what it had been looking at, but I saw nothing, just darkness stretching as far I could see.
Still, if there was something out there that could frighten Judgement, I decided not to take my chances. I ran in the direction Judgement had gone, not looking back.
So that's what happened. I avoided death, somehow. I'm trying not to let it get to my head.
--Branden
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Judgement
That was totally unexpected. Seriously, you guys. Out of all the things, I did not expect that.
Okay, allow me to explain. I was walking along the highway, somewhere, I'm not sure where, staying away from the road, but not too close to the trees next to it, either. I had just left the outskirts of the nearest town, and was trying to get to the next one before nightfall (Which reminds me, I need to keep moving once I'm done posting this, it's starting to get dark). Sleeping in the streets is much better than sleeping in the woods.
Then, the birds came. It was the first time I've seen them in quite a few days. They were still ducks, if you'll believe it. Freaking ridiculous animals.
I started running. Running as fast as I could, with my backpack slowing me down, anyway. Unfortunately, I'd been walking nonstop for hours, so I didn't get very far before I was forced to stop and pant for breath.
I looked back behind me and I saw them, filling up the sky faster with each second. And then, when it was completely filled, the sky opened up, and a large number of birds flew down.
Don't ask me how they carried them with their webbed feet, but the ducks were carrying two humans, wrapped in cloaks made of duck feathers.
My mom and my brother.
I backed away. I didn't want to hurt them... But I couldn't risk getting hurt either. I hadn't brought any weapons with me anyway, so I really had no way to fight.
The ducks landed and flew away, seemingly leaving me alone. But the people who used to be my family stayed behind, and pulled out weapons from who-knows-where: A machete and a butcher knife. The same ones they'd used back... Back at home...
I willed myself not to cry. I would not show weakness.They'd caught me at my weakest state, and I had no way of defending myself. It seemed my end was imminent.
And then, the unexpected happened: I heard the sound of a motorcycle engine, and my family, my would-be killers turned around in genuine shock and surprise.
"That's the form it chose?" asked my mother.
"That seems very implausible," said Tom.
And then I saw what they were staring at, and I almost couldn't believe my eyes.
It was a duck. A duck on a motorcycle. And I don't mean the duck was riding the motorcycle. They were more like... connected. The motorcycle was part of the duck,and vice versa. Where the duck and the motorcycle touched, they sort of blended together, like... Well, there's nothing I can compare it too, really. It was just...odd.
And then I recognized the two. They were Tom's motorcycle... and the duck I'd run over with it. Don't ask how I'd recognized it. I just knew.
Suddenly, a mechanical arm-like thing (It wasn't exactly an arm, but... That's the purpose it served, or so it seemed.) extended out of the motorcycle, and it was carrying a gun. It fired two shots, but not at me. I saw my family (I should stop calling them that. It's too painful...) crumble in pain and hold their hands up their heads as the bullets penetrated their skin.
Ducks should not be able to fit through bullet holes, but somehow, the fowl creatures flew out of their head wounds, flying directly towards the duck/motorcycle creature.
I took this as my chance and started running. I heard the sound of twenty ducks quacking in pain, but I did not look back. When I could no longer run anymore I began walking, and I forced myself not to stop until I practically collapsed from exhaustion.
I took that exhaustion as the opportunity to tell you guys what happened. Because for some reason, I feel you guys should know. Speaking of you guys, there is three of you now. I feel so loved. (Not really, I don't even actually know any of you...)
I should get going now. The sky's almost completely darkened, and I don't think I'll find another town until at least a mile. Probably more. I really don't want to sleep out here...
--Branden
Okay, allow me to explain. I was walking along the highway, somewhere, I'm not sure where, staying away from the road, but not too close to the trees next to it, either. I had just left the outskirts of the nearest town, and was trying to get to the next one before nightfall (Which reminds me, I need to keep moving once I'm done posting this, it's starting to get dark). Sleeping in the streets is much better than sleeping in the woods.
Then, the birds came. It was the first time I've seen them in quite a few days. They were still ducks, if you'll believe it. Freaking ridiculous animals.
I started running. Running as fast as I could, with my backpack slowing me down, anyway. Unfortunately, I'd been walking nonstop for hours, so I didn't get very far before I was forced to stop and pant for breath.
I looked back behind me and I saw them, filling up the sky faster with each second. And then, when it was completely filled, the sky opened up, and a large number of birds flew down.
Don't ask me how they carried them with their webbed feet, but the ducks were carrying two humans, wrapped in cloaks made of duck feathers.
My mom and my brother.
I backed away. I didn't want to hurt them... But I couldn't risk getting hurt either. I hadn't brought any weapons with me anyway, so I really had no way to fight.
The ducks landed and flew away, seemingly leaving me alone. But the people who used to be my family stayed behind, and pulled out weapons from who-knows-where: A machete and a butcher knife. The same ones they'd used back... Back at home...
I willed myself not to cry. I would not show weakness.They'd caught me at my weakest state, and I had no way of defending myself. It seemed my end was imminent.
And then, the unexpected happened: I heard the sound of a motorcycle engine, and my family, my would-be killers turned around in genuine shock and surprise.
"That's the form it chose?" asked my mother.
"That seems very implausible," said Tom.
And then I saw what they were staring at, and I almost couldn't believe my eyes.
It was a duck. A duck on a motorcycle. And I don't mean the duck was riding the motorcycle. They were more like... connected. The motorcycle was part of the duck,and vice versa. Where the duck and the motorcycle touched, they sort of blended together, like... Well, there's nothing I can compare it too, really. It was just...odd.
And then I recognized the two. They were Tom's motorcycle... and the duck I'd run over with it. Don't ask how I'd recognized it. I just knew.
Suddenly, a mechanical arm-like thing (It wasn't exactly an arm, but... That's the purpose it served, or so it seemed.) extended out of the motorcycle, and it was carrying a gun. It fired two shots, but not at me. I saw my family (I should stop calling them that. It's too painful...) crumble in pain and hold their hands up their heads as the bullets penetrated their skin.
Ducks should not be able to fit through bullet holes, but somehow, the fowl creatures flew out of their head wounds, flying directly towards the duck/motorcycle creature.
I took this as my chance and started running. I heard the sound of twenty ducks quacking in pain, but I did not look back. When I could no longer run anymore I began walking, and I forced myself not to stop until I practically collapsed from exhaustion.
I took that exhaustion as the opportunity to tell you guys what happened. Because for some reason, I feel you guys should know. Speaking of you guys, there is three of you now. I feel so loved. (Not really, I don't even actually know any of you...)
I should get going now. The sky's almost completely darkened, and I don't think I'll find another town until at least a mile. Probably more. I really don't want to sleep out here...
--Branden
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
What's Been Going On
Couldn't sleep, so I felt I should at least fill you guys in on what's been going on.
So I've been gone for a few days. I'll do my best to explain.
So I've been gone for a few days. I'll do my best to explain.
First, the car ran out of gas and I had no money to pay for it. So I ended up having to ditch it in the middle of the road and run away before a tow truck came and got it. Then I sort of just... kept walking aimlessly.
That's not much of an explanation. I guess I've just been upset over what happened to... them. Can I even call them my family anymore? Is there any way to... Get them back?
I suppose there's no use in hoping so. Apparently, I'll die soon, anyway.
So. After stopping to rest for a while, I eventually got myself to open my laptop and check on the blog. So it turns out the Eye posted a small message before leaving again. It's no longer on my desktop, so I think I can assume it's left the computer for good.
So. Judgement. The Convocation already took Tomas and my mother, so they're out of the question. Perhaps one of my old friends? Even before this whole mess started, I didn't have too many. Tom was always the popular one. I was just... Not, I guess. I never really thought much about it.
Thinking about things, how they used to be, is kind of depressing. Hard to believe it was just two weeks ago that I started a blog and created this never-ending spiral of despair...
So, I've got at least two people reading this now? That's good to know.
I have no reason to keep writing this. Really, I should keep walking, getting them off my trail. I guess it just feels nice to vent and stuff.
You guys don't mind when I talk about my feelings, right? Well, I'll just pretend you don't.
I've gotten really emotional lately. I suppose it's just all the stress, but I find myself crying at unexpected times, and in mad fits of anger, usually right afterwards.
There must be some purpose to this, right? It's not just a bunch of eldritch beings who have fun torturing random human beings? Surely there's more to life than that? Are we all just cosmic playthings for creatures that we cannot even comprehend?
I'm ranting now. I hardly even know what I'm talking about.
Nothing else has been happening, really, just walking around aimlessly, stopping to rest every once in a while. The birds aren't usually far behind. No sign of any Nests so far, though, which I'm highly thankful for. No need for another reminder of what I've lost.
It's kind of creepy, being outside late at night. Knowing about the Fears and stuff makes it even creepier. That's probably contributing to my inability to sleep. That and the uncomfortable-ness of this ground. And the cold.
Some people are surprisingly willing to allow some random kid who hasn't showered in days into their house. Most aren't. I didn't meet any of the former people today.
I hate sleeping outside, because... well, I think that should be obvious. But I also hate sleeping inside, because I have to sleep knowing that Judgement or the ducks could come any minute and I'd be putting some random strangers in danger.
Fears. Why do they exist? And why do they terrorize us so?
These are my questions. Perhaps I may not live to see it, but I hope they are answered someday. And that's all I can hope for, really.
I'm starting to feel kind of tired. Hopefully tired enough to get some sleep. Until then, I'll leave you guys alone. So, um... bye, I guess?
--Branden
Nothing else has been happening, really, just walking around aimlessly, stopping to rest every once in a while. The birds aren't usually far behind. No sign of any Nests so far, though, which I'm highly thankful for. No need for another reminder of what I've lost.
It's kind of creepy, being outside late at night. Knowing about the Fears and stuff makes it even creepier. That's probably contributing to my inability to sleep. That and the uncomfortable-ness of this ground. And the cold.
Some people are surprisingly willing to allow some random kid who hasn't showered in days into their house. Most aren't. I didn't meet any of the former people today.
I hate sleeping outside, because... well, I think that should be obvious. But I also hate sleeping inside, because I have to sleep knowing that Judgement or the ducks could come any minute and I'd be putting some random strangers in danger.
Fears. Why do they exist? And why do they terrorize us so?
These are my questions. Perhaps I may not live to see it, but I hope they are answered someday. And that's all I can hope for, really.
I'm starting to feel kind of tired. Hopefully tired enough to get some sleep. Until then, I'll leave you guys alone. So, um... bye, I guess?
--Branden
Saturday, March 2, 2013
I'm Baaaaaack!
So I finally recover from that horrible infection, and I come back to find out my dear friend(s) the Convocation tried to take my victim away from me. I believe it's time to break this alliance and teach them a lesson.
But first I need to kill this guy before they do. It's come to my attention that they've already sent two Nests after him. Fine. I planned to have a little more fun with him, but I am left with little other choice. I'll be leaving again, but this time, Judgement will be taking my place.
Ciao.
~Eye of Judgement
But first I need to kill this guy before they do. It's come to my attention that they've already sent two Nests after him. Fine. I planned to have a little more fun with him, but I am left with little other choice. I'll be leaving again, but this time, Judgement will be taking my place.
Ciao.
~Eye of Judgement
Friday, March 1, 2013
What the crap? What the actual crap?!
I don't... I don't want to think about what just happened. I don't want it to be real. I don't. I shouldn't have... It's all my fault. It's all because of me! And yet... I didn't take the chance. The chance to take away the pain...
I failed. Utterly. They're both as good as dead, and... and I'm on the run. Nothing with me but the clothes on my back and the random crap I managed to stuff into my backpack. Oh, and my laptop, of course. My laptop which, as far as I know, still has the freaking Eye in it!
And if I had left sooner, this wouldn't have... They wouldn't have...
Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. I should... I should start at the beginning.
I tried to fake being sick this morning, but Mom didn't buy it. Apparently Tom had faked it enough times that she could tell when it was real and when it wasn't. So I had to pack after school, and that's what I'd done as soon as we got home. The storm yesterday inspired me to act fast, before something even more drastic happened. Guess I wasn't fast enough.
I heard someone struggling with the lock on my door, so I threw my backpack somewhere they wouldn't see it. Wouldn't want them to know I was leaving until the last minute.
My mom has a key to all the rooms in the house, so I knew it was her when the door opened without my consent.
"Hey, honey," she said. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," I lied, opening one of my schoolbooks onto a random page and scribbling something down on a sheet of paper."Just doing some homework."
"Listen," she said, sitting down at the foot of my bed. I could tell she saw right through the lie, but she didn't try to force it out of me. "Tom and I have been worried about you. You seem so... cast off from us, you rarely even come out of your room anymore. And yesterday, when you were going on about ducks..."
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention? I asked her and Tom if they'd seen the ducks that had been all over the neighborhood recently. If they'd seen them turn into that storm. They told me they hadn't seen any ducks.
"We were just wondering if you were okay," she continued. "If there was something we should be worried about."
"N-nothing," I stammered. "No, nothing at all."
"Are you sure?" she asked. "See, Tom found your blog, and..."
Oh God. The blog. I hadn't thought they would find the blog. I did the only thing I could think of. I'd say I should've done the opposite, but... It was already too late by then anyway.
"It's true," I told her, grabbing my backpack from where I had thrown it, and my laptop from my desk. "And I know you won't believe me, but the longer I stay here, the more danger you're in. So I hope you understand that I have to leave." I started to get up and walk towards the doorway.
"Oh, I believe you," she assured me.
I stopped. "You do?"
"Of course," she said. "And I can help you take away the pain."
"Wha...," I stammered, edging slowly towards the door, hoping against hopes this didn't mean what I thought it meant. "What are you talking about?"
"I can help you escape your troubles," she continued, still keeping her voice quiet, as if she was still worried about me. "You won't ever have to die, you won't ever feel pain. Join us, and all your problems will be blown away. Conscience can't get to you once you're one of us."
"No...," I whispered, unable to form any other word as my mind clouded over in unspeakable horror. "No. No no no no no NOOO!"
And then, her eyes, those dark brown eyes that looked just like my own, turned a deep, dark red. Her brow furrowed in anger as she pulled a butcher knife from... I'm not entirely sure where she got it from.
"Then you leave me no choice," she muttered, her voice... not quite like her own.
I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I ran down the hallway as I heard a low moan behind me: A mixture of pain and pleasure that I really did not want to hear from my mother.
I opened the front door, but Tom was also waiting there with a machete in his hands. Don't ask me how he got the machete. He raised it over his head, and I flinched and shut my eyes, waiting for the pain, but it didn't come.
I opened my eyes, and saw his disembodied hand lying on the ground. Where his hand used to be, there was no blood, no bones, no anything, just a huge, gaping hole. And then a feathery, flat-beaked head popped out of it.
If I'd been scared of the ducks before, that was nothing compared to how I am now. Ducks. Freaking ducks. Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke? What kind of eldritch being takes the form of ducks to terrorize their prey? Ducks!
Then the ducks started flying out of his arm. I turned around and saw more ducks waddling down the hallway. So I did the only thing I could with the resources I had. I started hitting them with my laptop.
When the first duck flew out, WHAM! Second one, POW! Third one went down with a similarly ridiculous onomatopoeia. But then, they started to get back up, and I could only hit them one or two at a time. The ducks in the hallway were getting closer, by the sound of it.
I took Tom by surprise and kicked him to the ground, disorienting some of the birds. I took that as my chance and made a run for it. Somehow, even with my backpack slowing me down, I managed to run to the car and shut the door. I remembered we keep a spare key in the glove compartment, so I fished it out of there while the ducks pecked at the windows with their oddly-shaped beaks.
Yes, I know the glove compartment is not a good place to keep a spare key. And yes, I know I don't have a license. None of those seem very important anymore.
I stuck the key in the ignition and put it into reverse, backing out of the driveway while the birds continued pecking fruitlessly. Then I sped towards the highway as fast the the speed limit would allow me, shaking off the birds as I did so.
I've only driven a couple times before, so I'm not exactly used to it, but I know the basics so I didn't have much of a problem with that.
I did have a problem with the fact that I had no idea where to go, however. I just drove off in some random direction, and I didn't stop until just about half an hour ago. I'm in a pretty large town, and the GPS says I'm in... Well, I'm not gonna give out my location on the Internet. Better be safe than sorry.
Well, I guess it's already too late for that.
I don't know what to do. I put my own family in danger and now there's no way to get them back and... And now they're trying to kill me! And the worst thing... The worst thing of all is that it's all my fault. All those bad decisions these last few days has led to this. If only I had made better decisions...
I'm running now. INSANITY, if you're reading this, feel free to mock and ridicule me all you want. Your insults don't matter anymore.
I failed. Utterly. They're both as good as dead, and... and I'm on the run. Nothing with me but the clothes on my back and the random crap I managed to stuff into my backpack. Oh, and my laptop, of course. My laptop which, as far as I know, still has the freaking Eye in it!
And if I had left sooner, this wouldn't have... They wouldn't have...
Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. I should... I should start at the beginning.
I tried to fake being sick this morning, but Mom didn't buy it. Apparently Tom had faked it enough times that she could tell when it was real and when it wasn't. So I had to pack after school, and that's what I'd done as soon as we got home. The storm yesterday inspired me to act fast, before something even more drastic happened. Guess I wasn't fast enough.
I heard someone struggling with the lock on my door, so I threw my backpack somewhere they wouldn't see it. Wouldn't want them to know I was leaving until the last minute.
My mom has a key to all the rooms in the house, so I knew it was her when the door opened without my consent.
"Hey, honey," she said. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," I lied, opening one of my schoolbooks onto a random page and scribbling something down on a sheet of paper."Just doing some homework."
"Listen," she said, sitting down at the foot of my bed. I could tell she saw right through the lie, but she didn't try to force it out of me. "Tom and I have been worried about you. You seem so... cast off from us, you rarely even come out of your room anymore. And yesterday, when you were going on about ducks..."
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention? I asked her and Tom if they'd seen the ducks that had been all over the neighborhood recently. If they'd seen them turn into that storm. They told me they hadn't seen any ducks.
"We were just wondering if you were okay," she continued. "If there was something we should be worried about."
"N-nothing," I stammered. "No, nothing at all."
"Are you sure?" she asked. "See, Tom found your blog, and..."
Oh God. The blog. I hadn't thought they would find the blog. I did the only thing I could think of. I'd say I should've done the opposite, but... It was already too late by then anyway.
"It's true," I told her, grabbing my backpack from where I had thrown it, and my laptop from my desk. "And I know you won't believe me, but the longer I stay here, the more danger you're in. So I hope you understand that I have to leave." I started to get up and walk towards the doorway.
"Oh, I believe you," she assured me.
I stopped. "You do?"
"Of course," she said. "And I can help you take away the pain."
"Wha...," I stammered, edging slowly towards the door, hoping against hopes this didn't mean what I thought it meant. "What are you talking about?"
"I can help you escape your troubles," she continued, still keeping her voice quiet, as if she was still worried about me. "You won't ever have to die, you won't ever feel pain. Join us, and all your problems will be blown away. Conscience can't get to you once you're one of us."
"No...," I whispered, unable to form any other word as my mind clouded over in unspeakable horror. "No. No no no no no NOOO!"
And then, her eyes, those dark brown eyes that looked just like my own, turned a deep, dark red. Her brow furrowed in anger as she pulled a butcher knife from... I'm not entirely sure where she got it from.
"Then you leave me no choice," she muttered, her voice... not quite like her own.
I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I ran down the hallway as I heard a low moan behind me: A mixture of pain and pleasure that I really did not want to hear from my mother.
I opened the front door, but Tom was also waiting there with a machete in his hands. Don't ask me how he got the machete. He raised it over his head, and I flinched and shut my eyes, waiting for the pain, but it didn't come.
I opened my eyes, and saw his disembodied hand lying on the ground. Where his hand used to be, there was no blood, no bones, no anything, just a huge, gaping hole. And then a feathery, flat-beaked head popped out of it.
If I'd been scared of the ducks before, that was nothing compared to how I am now. Ducks. Freaking ducks. Is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke? What kind of eldritch being takes the form of ducks to terrorize their prey? Ducks!
Then the ducks started flying out of his arm. I turned around and saw more ducks waddling down the hallway. So I did the only thing I could with the resources I had. I started hitting them with my laptop.
When the first duck flew out, WHAM! Second one, POW! Third one went down with a similarly ridiculous onomatopoeia. But then, they started to get back up, and I could only hit them one or two at a time. The ducks in the hallway were getting closer, by the sound of it.
I took Tom by surprise and kicked him to the ground, disorienting some of the birds. I took that as my chance and made a run for it. Somehow, even with my backpack slowing me down, I managed to run to the car and shut the door. I remembered we keep a spare key in the glove compartment, so I fished it out of there while the ducks pecked at the windows with their oddly-shaped beaks.
Yes, I know the glove compartment is not a good place to keep a spare key. And yes, I know I don't have a license. None of those seem very important anymore.
I stuck the key in the ignition and put it into reverse, backing out of the driveway while the birds continued pecking fruitlessly. Then I sped towards the highway as fast the the speed limit would allow me, shaking off the birds as I did so.
I've only driven a couple times before, so I'm not exactly used to it, but I know the basics so I didn't have much of a problem with that.
I did have a problem with the fact that I had no idea where to go, however. I just drove off in some random direction, and I didn't stop until just about half an hour ago. I'm in a pretty large town, and the GPS says I'm in... Well, I'm not gonna give out my location on the Internet. Better be safe than sorry.
Well, I guess it's already too late for that.
I don't know what to do. I put my own family in danger and now there's no way to get them back and... And now they're trying to kill me! And the worst thing... The worst thing of all is that it's all my fault. All those bad decisions these last few days has led to this. If only I had made better decisions...
I'm running now. INSANITY, if you're reading this, feel free to mock and ridicule me all you want. Your insults don't matter anymore.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Ducks Are Super-Scary!
So, I've been reading blogs. Fearblogs, as they're called. Some are really freaky. Some are slightly less freaky, but freaky nevertheless. Some of them end sadly. Some of them don't end sadly, but still pretty badly for the blogger. Some of them end abruptly, with no indication of whatever happened to the blogger.
Either way, these blogs have inspired me to run. In almost all of them, when the runner stays in one place for too long, everyone around them gets killed. Brutally.
I can't let that happen.
Which is why tomorrow, I'm going to pack up my things and leave, say goodbye to this house forever. I hope my family understands.
Scratch that, I hope they never understand.
So, the ducks. They're starting to really freak me out. When I went out this morning, the neighborhood was full of them. Ducks all over the lawns, the gardens, the pools, even on top of cars or roofs or telephone wires! Never have I seen so many ducks in my life.
Every time I looked out a window, they were there, staring with those oddly intelligent eyes, and and there would be tons of them. Yes, two thousands of them. And then, around halfway through the day, they started pecking and flapping at the windows. No one else seemed to notice, but it was driving me crazy. I couldn't concentrate on anything.
Why am I even still going to school? I should've pretended to be sick so I could pack up and leave while Mom was at work and Tom was at school.
And then the unexpected happened (Well, really, I should have expected it eventually). Mom was giving me a ride home (I no longer trust myself to drive, even with her in the passenger seat), when all the ducks just went up and flew into the air, all of them, at once. A flurry of white and brown and green and black and orange, filling up the sky until all I could see was birds.
They started flying in circles, making a giant spiral in the sky. Except they no longer looked like ducks. They looked like storm clouds.
Strong winds started blowing against the car, making loud, creepy noises outside. We had been listening to music on the radio, but it got interrupted by static. A flash of lightning lit up the sky, and for a split second, I saw that the storm clouds, despite still being storm clouds, were also ducks, flying around in never-ending circles through the sky.
"I'm REALLY starting to miss the Eye," I said, mostly to myself.
"WHAT?!" my mom yelled over the wind.
"Nothing!" I yelled in reply, "Just get us out of here as fast as you can!"
"I'm trying!" she exclaimed, though the car was moving at a very slow pace.
Off in the distance, I saw a storm cloud of birds start separating themselves from the rest, headed towards the ground in an odd funnel shape...
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I muttered, and jammed my foot over my mom's, stepping on the gas as hard as I could.
I'm not sure how we got home. The memories are all a blur from there, but the point is, our car is now crashed into a ditch, and Tom's motorcycle is who-knows-how-far away. (He made it home and got into the storm cellar before the bike was carried away by the storm, so he's okay. I don't think I could live with myself if...)
So we've spent the last few hours hanging out in the storm cellar. We (and by we, I mean Tom) managed to light up a fire, and we waited out the storm there, eating the canned foods we keep in there for dinner. It was nice to finally spend some family time together, away from the Eye and the demon birds known as the Convocation. I almost forgot about my worries for a few hours.
Almost.
When we stopped hearing the winds blowing violently against... well,everything, we looked out to see the carnage.
Surprisingly, very little damage was made.While watching the news on TV, they said that the tornado flew right over our town, not hitting the ground until quite a few miles away. The most damage any of the houses got was a blown-off roof and some belongings whisked away.Our house is one-story, so nothing much really happened to it.
Kind of pointless for a storm that strong, though, don't you think? But I wouldn't know, we don't get any tornadoes in my area.
Still, those were some seriously messed up ducks.
--Branden
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Ducks Are Scary
True to its word, the Eye didn't appear today. And also true to its word, one of its friends came after me.
At first it was just one. When I woke up this morning, there was a duck at my window. Which is weird, because I live nowhere close to the park and webbed feet are not good for stepping on windowsills. But it was there. And it was really freaking creepy.
Throughout the day, more started to appear. Every time I would look out a window, two or three ducks would be staring back at me. And they didn't look like normal ducks. They looked... smarter, somehow.
I usually eat my lunch outside. When I went out the door with my food on my tray, five ducks were waiting for me. I went back in.
School finally ended, and I was waiting for Mom to pick me up. The ducks were following me, with that silly little waddle of theirs, but it somehow managed to look creepy. I'm not sure how to explain it. It just did.
On the ride home, my mom appeared concerned, but she didn't say anything. I don't talk much to her anymore. Or to Tom. Strange, how that's changed in just a week.
There's a couple ducks standing outside my window now. I've closed the blinds, I know they're there, staring at me. Almost makes me wish the Eye was back. At least I can physically hurt it without feeling guilty.
The ducks seem to be harmless for now. At least, they're not attacking or anything. They just seem to stare at me, similarly to the Eye. But it's driving me crazy, because I know they're going to do something. I just know it.
I shouldn't be staying here. I should be packing up and moving away. Every minute I spend here puts my family in danger. But I can't stand to leave them alone.
I've shut myself off from my friends. They refuse to believe there's some creepy eye chasing after me. I guess I don't blame them.
Ducks are still there. Still not doing anything besides looking creepy. I'm really regretting driving that motorcycle.
I'm letting my thoughts get ahead of me. I should be trying to plan a course of action. Where do I even start? It's not like I even have a chance! Why don't they just get it over with and kill me now? They're going to do it anyway, aren't they? Why go through the trouble if they can easily do it instantly?
I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I don't even know why I live.
--Branden
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
What am I doing?
I told myself I would throw away this computer. I didn't. I have no reason to come back here, not when the stupid Eye is in it, and yet I cannot bring myself to throw it out. And why am I still writing this blog? I should be looking for a way to stop this!
Here, allow me to enlighten you: http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Compulsion
-_- I hate you.
I know.
So the Eye was looking irritated today. I mean, not irritated like annoyed, but more like, pink, puffy, and with tears constantly pouring out of it. Tears of blood. It's really gross.
Although I suppose it was also annoyed, since I kept stabbing it.
I have an... infection. Don't mind it.
It's really hard to not mind. And how does something like you get an eye infection?
I got in a fight with one of the other Fears, okay?
Ha, I bet he totally beat you up, considering you're an eye and can't touch anything without severely hurting yourself.
I killed him.
Oh. Um... I guess that's one less problem for humanity, then.
Oh, he'll get better. Fears never die for long.
Well, that's good to know...
Say, if you're inside this computer, does that mean my computer is Judgement?
No.
I'm still gonna be wary around it.
You seem awfully calm for someone who's being constantly terrorized by a giant disembodied eyeball.
It's kind of hard to take you seriously when you're obviously in so much pain.
And because of that, I think I'll be calling in sick tomorrow. I managed to convince on of my friends to terrorize you instead.
Judgement?!
No, not quite yet.
Then who?
You'll see....
~Eye of Judgement
Okay... I'll, um... I'll just talk go back to talking to the readers, then.
So, as I was saying, the Eye looked irritated today, and I kept stabbing it. And, um... That's really it. See, I'm not sure why I even keep this blog. Oh, right, Compulsion. Well, since I have nothing better to do, I'll just... sign off.
--Branden
Here, allow me to enlighten you: http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/The_Compulsion
-_- I hate you.
I know.
So the Eye was looking irritated today. I mean, not irritated like annoyed, but more like, pink, puffy, and with tears constantly pouring out of it. Tears of blood. It's really gross.
Although I suppose it was also annoyed, since I kept stabbing it.
I have an... infection. Don't mind it.
It's really hard to not mind. And how does something like you get an eye infection?
I got in a fight with one of the other Fears, okay?
Ha, I bet he totally beat you up, considering you're an eye and can't touch anything without severely hurting yourself.
I killed him.
Oh. Um... I guess that's one less problem for humanity, then.
Oh, he'll get better. Fears never die for long.
Well, that's good to know...
Say, if you're inside this computer, does that mean my computer is Judgement?
No.
I'm still gonna be wary around it.
You seem awfully calm for someone who's being constantly terrorized by a giant disembodied eyeball.
It's kind of hard to take you seriously when you're obviously in so much pain.
And because of that, I think I'll be calling in sick tomorrow. I managed to convince on of my friends to terrorize you instead.
Judgement?!
No, not quite yet.
Then who?
You'll see....
~Eye of Judgement
Okay... I'll, um... I'll just talk go back to talking to the readers, then.
So, as I was saying, the Eye looked irritated today, and I kept stabbing it. And, um... That's really it. See, I'm not sure why I even keep this blog. Oh, right, Compulsion. Well, since I have nothing better to do, I'll just... sign off.
--Branden
Monday, February 25, 2013
Bad News
So INSANITY's back. Guess he couldn't shut up long enough. Whatever, I've got bigger problems anyway. But it makes me think, he saw it coming, didn't he? He kept dropping hints, and...
Can't worry about that now. The Eye's been appearing more often.
It was on my desk when I walked into class this morning. I stabbed it with my pencil. I got a lot of weird looks.
It was on the floor when I was walking to the bathroom. I stepped on it until it left.
It was on the window when I walked into my science class. I elbowed it when no one was looking. My elbow was covered in eye juice.
I don't know what to do. I'm freaking out!
It wasn't made any better when I turned on my computer today, and a large blue eye was on the desktop background.
Is it possible... Could it... Is the Eye inside my computer?
Took you long enough.
HOLY [censored]
Now, now. There is no need for such language. You're in enough trouble already, are you not?
How the [censored] did you get in here?!
Let's just say I struck a little deal with the Manufactured Newborn.
Um... who's that again?
You ignorant little... You don't know a thing, do you? Fine, all the easier for me to kill you.
Speaking of which, when are you planning on going through with that?
I'll be taking my time. Until then, I think I'll have a little fun with you.
As long as you leave my family out of this.
Not replying, then? Okay. I see. You realize that punishing people by killing them makes you no better than the people you're punishing in the first place?
I never said I was. That doesn't keep them from deserving punishment.
You're just using that as an excuse, aren't you? The only true reason you kill people is because you feel like it. You just use their sins to make them feel guilty before you do.
No answer again? Fine. What could you possibly have to gain by being in my computer?
Oh, nothing. Not anything that would interest you, anyway.
Whatever. Just leave my family alone.
Okay, guys, this is goodbye. I think I'll stay away from this computer for a while. It's seriously creeping me out.
Aren't you supposed to be grounded from it, anyway?
No...
And now you're lying? And you still think you should not be punished?
That's it. I'm shutting this off, now.
--Branden
~Eye of Judgement
Can't worry about that now. The Eye's been appearing more often.
It was on my desk when I walked into class this morning. I stabbed it with my pencil. I got a lot of weird looks.
It was on the floor when I was walking to the bathroom. I stepped on it until it left.
It was on the window when I walked into my science class. I elbowed it when no one was looking. My elbow was covered in eye juice.
I don't know what to do. I'm freaking out!
It wasn't made any better when I turned on my computer today, and a large blue eye was on the desktop background.
Is it possible... Could it... Is the Eye inside my computer?
Took you long enough.
HOLY [censored]
Now, now. There is no need for such language. You're in enough trouble already, are you not?
How the [censored] did you get in here?!
Let's just say I struck a little deal with the Manufactured Newborn.
Um... who's that again?
You ignorant little... You don't know a thing, do you? Fine, all the easier for me to kill you.
Speaking of which, when are you planning on going through with that?
I'll be taking my time. Until then, I think I'll have a little fun with you.
As long as you leave my family out of this.
Not replying, then? Okay. I see. You realize that punishing people by killing them makes you no better than the people you're punishing in the first place?
I never said I was. That doesn't keep them from deserving punishment.
You're just using that as an excuse, aren't you? The only true reason you kill people is because you feel like it. You just use their sins to make them feel guilty before you do.
No answer again? Fine. What could you possibly have to gain by being in my computer?
Oh, nothing. Not anything that would interest you, anyway.
Whatever. Just leave my family alone.
Okay, guys, this is goodbye. I think I'll stay away from this computer for a while. It's seriously creeping me out.
Aren't you supposed to be grounded from it, anyway?
No...
And now you're lying? And you still think you should not be punished?
That's it. I'm shutting this off, now.
--Branden
~Eye of Judgement
Sunday, February 24, 2013
He's Here.
No, not Judgement, thank God.
Tom arrived a few hours ago. He was glaring at me. I tried to look innocent. Just then the mechanic called. Mom gave me a verbal beating, and grounded me for a month, but she went over and paid the mechanic, and we got the motorcycle back. Problem solved.
At least it would have been, if not for the Eye.
An interesting thing happened today (you know, other than that stuff). We were eating dinner, and it was plenty awkward, due to the events of the week, but nowhere near as awkward as what was about to happen.
I ripped a leg off of the big smoked chicken that Mom had bought, and was about to take a bite out of it, when I saw an eye sticking out of it staring at me.
I freaked. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Like a little girl. In the corner of my eye, I noticed my family staring at me awkwardly.
I remembered what Proxiehunter had said, and grabbed my fork, stabbing the Eye with it multiple times. I could've sworn I heard a voice in my head saying, OW! Not again! Then the Eye sort of, just... disappeared. I wasn't really that hungry anymore.
I excused myself from the table and went directly here. I can hear them whispering over in the kitchen... Not sure what they're talking about.Probably wondering about my mental health, I am sure.
What should I do? Should I tell them? Would they believe me? Will they be safe? What'll happen to them after I'm gone? Is there a way to, you know, not get killed by this Eye?
I'll be biding my time until I can find some more answers. If Judgement comes... I just hope it won't. I'm still keeping an eye on Tom, though, just in case.
God, I don't know what to do. If only I hadn't... But I guess what's done is done. All I need to worry about is what's happening now and what I'm going to do about it. And now I'm starting to ramble...
The Eye's appeared again. I think I'll go stab it some more. See you later, guys.
--Branden
Tom arrived a few hours ago. He was glaring at me. I tried to look innocent. Just then the mechanic called. Mom gave me a verbal beating, and grounded me for a month, but she went over and paid the mechanic, and we got the motorcycle back. Problem solved.
At least it would have been, if not for the Eye.
An interesting thing happened today (you know, other than that stuff). We were eating dinner, and it was plenty awkward, due to the events of the week, but nowhere near as awkward as what was about to happen.
I ripped a leg off of the big smoked chicken that Mom had bought, and was about to take a bite out of it, when I saw an eye sticking out of it staring at me.
I freaked. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Like a little girl. In the corner of my eye, I noticed my family staring at me awkwardly.
I remembered what Proxiehunter had said, and grabbed my fork, stabbing the Eye with it multiple times. I could've sworn I heard a voice in my head saying, OW! Not again! Then the Eye sort of, just... disappeared. I wasn't really that hungry anymore.
I excused myself from the table and went directly here. I can hear them whispering over in the kitchen... Not sure what they're talking about.Probably wondering about my mental health, I am sure.
What should I do? Should I tell them? Would they believe me? Will they be safe? What'll happen to them after I'm gone? Is there a way to, you know, not get killed by this Eye?
I'll be biding my time until I can find some more answers. If Judgement comes... I just hope it won't. I'm still keeping an eye on Tom, though, just in case.
God, I don't know what to do. If only I hadn't... But I guess what's done is done. All I need to worry about is what's happening now and what I'm going to do about it. And now I'm starting to ramble...
The Eye's appeared again. I think I'll go stab it some more. See you later, guys.
--Branden
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Homework
On a Saturday? No way!
Well, in case you haven't been reading the comments, there's been some creepy stuff going on. Mainly, that stuff my computer's been doing? Apparently it's more than just some glitch (which has mysteriously cleared up, by the way). The capital letters in all that gibberish spell out the following words: EYE, JUDGE, CONSCIENCE, MINOS, HORUS, MIMIR, and SEESYOU.
I have this friend, name's Corbin. He knows a lot about... well, everything. If I ever need help with homework, I give him a call. So that's what I did today. I asked him about those three names up there (Minos, Horus, and Mimir), and here's what he told me (paraphrased, of course, as I do not feel like bothering you with all the details that he explained):
King Minos was a bad ruler who sent fourteen kids every year to be eaten by a monster, then he locked up an old man and his son in an ever-changing maze, after which they escaped (Well, one of them did) and Minos chased after, bent on revenge. The important thing, however, happens after he was killed several years later: Minos then proceeded to become one of the judges of the Underworld, condemning people for their sins for all of eternity.
Horus was the Egyptian bird-headed god of war and hunting (among other things). He was a very powerful god in Egyptian mythology, and represented everything the Egyptians knew as a people. His symbol is the Eye of Horus, said to protect people from evil-doers.
Mimir was also a god, said to be very wise and stuff. He owned a well, which he would drink from daily in order to gain his knowledge. When Odin was trying to learn the magic runes, he sacrificed his eye into the well so he could see the wisdom it beheld. Mimir is said to watch over the well, and he can apparently see things that he shouldn't be able to see, sometimes into other worlds entirely. Also, Mimir was beheaded at some point. But he got better.
So, let's see. Minos is a judge, Horus is represented by an eye, and Mimir can see a lot of things. Starting to see a pattern here?
At first I was a little skeptical to believe that some disembodied eye named Blinky is after me. I mean, it does sound a little far-fetched. But, what with my computer being weird yesterday, and this stuff... I just hope it's not true.
Okay, it may be just the paranoia getting to me, but I swear I just saw an eye sticking out of my wall. I'm seriously trying not to panic here. I'm not turning around. I'm not turning around...
Oh, it's gone. Man, that was scary. I swear...
So apparently the Eye's gonna send someone after me. Someone by the name of Judgement. The guys in the comments are speculating that it might be Tom, and I'm seriously hoping it's not.
Tom's coming home tomorrow night. I'll keep an eye on him when he does. Ha, see what I did there?
One last thing. Apparently this Eye is part of a larger group of eldritch beings called Fears. I know the Slenderman (who doesn't?) but the rest are completely new to me. Apparently they all enjoy killing people, or driving them insane, or driving them insane before killing them. I'm not really sure how much better off I am than the victims of any of these guys.
Well. that's it for now, guys. Just, you know, thought I should share this with you. In case I'm gone by next week.
--Branden
Well, in case you haven't been reading the comments, there's been some creepy stuff going on. Mainly, that stuff my computer's been doing? Apparently it's more than just some glitch (which has mysteriously cleared up, by the way). The capital letters in all that gibberish spell out the following words: EYE, JUDGE, CONSCIENCE, MINOS, HORUS, MIMIR, and SEESYOU.
I have this friend, name's Corbin. He knows a lot about... well, everything. If I ever need help with homework, I give him a call. So that's what I did today. I asked him about those three names up there (Minos, Horus, and Mimir), and here's what he told me (paraphrased, of course, as I do not feel like bothering you with all the details that he explained):
King Minos was a bad ruler who sent fourteen kids every year to be eaten by a monster, then he locked up an old man and his son in an ever-changing maze, after which they escaped (Well, one of them did) and Minos chased after, bent on revenge. The important thing, however, happens after he was killed several years later: Minos then proceeded to become one of the judges of the Underworld, condemning people for their sins for all of eternity.
Horus was the Egyptian bird-headed god of war and hunting (among other things). He was a very powerful god in Egyptian mythology, and represented everything the Egyptians knew as a people. His symbol is the Eye of Horus, said to protect people from evil-doers.
Mimir was also a god, said to be very wise and stuff. He owned a well, which he would drink from daily in order to gain his knowledge. When Odin was trying to learn the magic runes, he sacrificed his eye into the well so he could see the wisdom it beheld. Mimir is said to watch over the well, and he can apparently see things that he shouldn't be able to see, sometimes into other worlds entirely. Also, Mimir was beheaded at some point. But he got better.
So, let's see. Minos is a judge, Horus is represented by an eye, and Mimir can see a lot of things. Starting to see a pattern here?
At first I was a little skeptical to believe that some disembodied eye named Blinky is after me. I mean, it does sound a little far-fetched. But, what with my computer being weird yesterday, and this stuff... I just hope it's not true.
Okay, it may be just the paranoia getting to me, but I swear I just saw an eye sticking out of my wall. I'm seriously trying not to panic here. I'm not turning around. I'm not turning around...
Oh, it's gone. Man, that was scary. I swear...
So apparently the Eye's gonna send someone after me. Someone by the name of Judgement. The guys in the comments are speculating that it might be Tom, and I'm seriously hoping it's not.
Tom's coming home tomorrow night. I'll keep an eye on him when he does. Ha, see what I did there?
One last thing. Apparently this Eye is part of a larger group of eldritch beings called Fears. I know the Slenderman (who doesn't?) but the rest are completely new to me. Apparently they all enjoy killing people, or driving them insane, or driving them insane before killing them. I'm not really sure how much better off I am than the victims of any of these guys.
Well. that's it for now, guys. Just, you know, thought I should share this with you. In case I'm gone by next week.
--Branden
Friday, February 22, 2013
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--Bran
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I just had the strangest dream...
I need to write this down before I forget it. Let's hope I don't make a habit out of using this blog as a dream journal.
So, anyway, it started out just like any other dream: I was at school, and I was in my underwear. For some reason I did not notice I was dreaming, despite the fact that all my dreams start out that way.
So I was in my underwear, at school, when I got called to the principal's office. Normal enough. So I went over there, but the principal wasn't my principal: This one was a woman, I didn't know her name. She didn't have a nameplate... thing. I seem to have forgotten what she looked like. Except for her eyes. They were a deep, dark blue.
So she started talking, and she was saying the weirdest things.
"I know what you've done, Branden," she said, her voice calm and low.
"Um," I replied. "What have I done?"
"You know what I'm talking about," she said, with the same calmness in her voice. "Don't play dumb with me."
"I'm sorry," I said, "But I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about. Ma'am."
"Don't think you can hide from me," she continued. "I see EVERYTHING."
And then... God, how do I explain this? Then her eyes sort of... got bigger, until they, like... they kind of popped out of her head, then they... they like, meshed together into one big eye, and... And it was still growing, and floating around.
I ran out of there. Ran as fast as my bare feet could carry me. But the eye followed. It floated out of the office and chased me down the hallway. I might have screamed. I don't remember too well.
So it was chasing me through the school, and no matter where i tried to hide from it it would always follow, sometimes just appearing behind me, even though it should have had no way of getting there. This continued until... Well, until my alarm sounded.
This probably sounds a little ridiculous, but at the time it seemed really scary. The way that eye would stare at me... I don't like to think about it.
But I'm probably overreacting. It was just a freaky dream, that's all. Anyway, I'd better get ready for school, else I'll be late. So, bye for now!
--Branden
P.S. INSANITY says he'll shut up now. Took him long enough.
So, anyway, it started out just like any other dream: I was at school, and I was in my underwear. For some reason I did not notice I was dreaming, despite the fact that all my dreams start out that way.
So I was in my underwear, at school, when I got called to the principal's office. Normal enough. So I went over there, but the principal wasn't my principal: This one was a woman, I didn't know her name. She didn't have a nameplate... thing. I seem to have forgotten what she looked like. Except for her eyes. They were a deep, dark blue.
So she started talking, and she was saying the weirdest things.
"I know what you've done, Branden," she said, her voice calm and low.
"Um," I replied. "What have I done?"
"You know what I'm talking about," she said, with the same calmness in her voice. "Don't play dumb with me."
"I'm sorry," I said, "But I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about. Ma'am."
"Don't think you can hide from me," she continued. "I see EVERYTHING."
And then... God, how do I explain this? Then her eyes sort of... got bigger, until they, like... they kind of popped out of her head, then they... they like, meshed together into one big eye, and... And it was still growing, and floating around.
I ran out of there. Ran as fast as my bare feet could carry me. But the eye followed. It floated out of the office and chased me down the hallway. I might have screamed. I don't remember too well.
So it was chasing me through the school, and no matter where i tried to hide from it it would always follow, sometimes just appearing behind me, even though it should have had no way of getting there. This continued until... Well, until my alarm sounded.
This probably sounds a little ridiculous, but at the time it seemed really scary. The way that eye would stare at me... I don't like to think about it.
But I'm probably overreacting. It was just a freaky dream, that's all. Anyway, I'd better get ready for school, else I'll be late. So, bye for now!
--Branden
P.S. INSANITY says he'll shut up now. Took him long enough.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Ode to INSANITY
What is your problem? I realize that you hate me, despite the fact that I don't even KNOW you. I have been having an extensively bad day, and I come home to see your snide comments, insulting me in ways you must think are creative, and it doesn't make it any better! Whatever you have against me, ignore it and leave me alone!
I realize it now. You're nothing but an internet troll who has nothing better to do than go to other people's blogs and try to make them angry.
Well, it worked. What now? I realize that by paying attention to you I am probably just kindling your flame, as they say, but I don't really care about that right now. All I care about is that you leave me alone and stop bothering me!
As for anyone else reading this, I really don't feel like telling how my day went. I just don't.
Branden out.
I realize it now. You're nothing but an internet troll who has nothing better to do than go to other people's blogs and try to make them angry.
Well, it worked. What now? I realize that by paying attention to you I am probably just kindling your flame, as they say, but I don't really care about that right now. All I care about is that you leave me alone and stop bothering me!
As for anyone else reading this, I really don't feel like telling how my day went. I just don't.
Branden out.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
I have done something terrible
I hate to admit this, but INSANITY was probably right. I do deserve that stuff he said. Still, he didn't have to be a douche about it.
So here's what happened: I was just driving (would the term be driving? I am so inexperienced with motorcycles...) along around the park, when there's this loud bump, and the next thing I know I'm just flying through the air, landing roughly on the ground and rolling through the dirt.
.... No, INSANITY, I did not end up in a coma!
Anyway, I got up roughly and winced in pain as I realized I'd sprained my ankle. My knees were aching as well, and my hands were bleeding all over the place. I should probably wear protective gear next time.
So i looked over at the bike; it didn't look too much worse for wear, although it had stopped running, so some damage must have been done to the engine or something.
Then I looked over and saw what I'd run over.
Now, ducks are usually quite humorous animals. Even the word duck is quite funny to hear and say. But when I saw that helpless bird, lying there, covered in dirt and blood, the last thing I was doing was laughing.
I'm not sure how a duck was run over by my motorcycle. I know there's a lake right in the center of the park, so it wasn't a matter of why it was there. But if a duck, or any animal for that matter, happened to be crossing the trail, they'd probably be able to hear a motorcycle from a mile away.
But that wasn't on my mind at that moment. The only thing on my mind was that I had just killed something. Or at least mortally wounded it.
I get really squeamish at the though of killing or being killed. I have several friends who like to go hunting for fun, but I despise the act. Killing innocent creatures for my own amusement, or really any reason at all, is not something I would ever like to do.
Now, INSANITY might say that's a little hypocritical after all, I'm using a bike that clearly isn't mine. But using things without permission is NOT the same as killing!
Anyway, I realized the duck was alive when it began flapping one of its wings and making pained quacking sounds, trying desperately to get up. As soon as i saw that, I scooped it up into my arm, with some difficulty, and stand the bike up with my other hand.
After trying several times and failing to start the motorcycle, I realized I'd have to walk to a vet, and later an auto repair shop (motorcycles count as automobiles, right?) on my own.
Fortunately, my town is relatively small, so that wasn't as much of a problem as it would be if I lived in, like, New York or something.
So, as I arrived around twenty minutes later to the local vet, I parked the bike and ran in, where they too the duck into some room and said I couldn't go in until they'd finished all their tests.
That was cool with me, as I needed to fix the bike anyway. That rose another problem.
Because I don't have a car, I've never needed to repair an automobile before, and so I had no idea where the repair shop was, or if we even have one.
That's when my phone rang. I fished out of my pocket and read the caller ID. It was Tom. Crap.
"Hello?" I said, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.
Unfortunately, we had grown too close to each other over the years, so he knew exactly what I was thinking.
"What did you do to my bike?" he asked.
"Nothing...," I said.
"You're not fooling anyone, Branden," he replied.
"Fine," I said. "In that case, do you know where I could find a repair shop?"
At this, Tom started yelling obscenities into the phone, words I had never even heard before and ones I didn't think could exist. Thankfully, I was saved by the beeping that told me I had another call.
"Sorry, gotta take this," I said, though I doubt he heard me over his own yelling.
"Hey sweetie, when are you coming home?" asked my mom as I put Tom on hold. "I made pizza!"
"Uh....," I said, even more nervously than when Tom had called.
"And by made, I mean ordered. Like from a pizzeria."
"Oh," I replied, relieved. Mom is a nice woman, but a terrible cook.
But, uh, don't tell her I said that. Even though she knows it. Still don't tell her.
"Yeah, I'll me there in a few minutes, I've got some... stuff to take care of."
"Okay," she said, sounding a little suspicious, "But get home soon, it'll be arriving any minute now, and I'd hate to eat by myself."
"Okay, mom. Love you."
"Love you, too."
When I hung up, Tom was still screaming at the top of his lungs.
"In a castle far away where no one can hear you!" he finished.
"Yeah," I said. "So about the auto shop?"
Tom sighed. "It's right by the vet's office. By the way, you do know you need a licence to drive a motorcycle, right?"
My eyes widened. "Uh, yeah, of course I know that! What, you thought I didn't have a licence?"
"As far as I know, you don't turn sixteen until April."
Well, he got me there.
"So I've been driving a motorcycle illegally," I said. "Just add that to another of the terrible things I've done today!"
"What?" he asked, slightly confused.
"Nothing, gotta go."
With that, I hung up and left the vet's office. So, it turns out there is an auto repair shop right next to it. You'd think I'd have noticed that.
As I brought the motorcycle in, the guy at the shop regarded it... regardfully. Wow, I felt so confident going into that sentence.
"What did you do, run over a puppy with it?" he asked immediately.
"Not exactly," I replied vaguely. "Just... How long is it gonna take?"
"Oh, I wouldn't be worried about that," he replied. "What I'd be worried about is how much it's gonna cost ya'. You got a job, kid?"
I winced and shook my head.
"Then who do you think's gonna pay for this?"
"Well," I said, "My mom's the only person I'm living with right now, so her."
The man shook his head. "I should have it fixed in a few days. Give me your number, and I'll give you a call. Your mom can come over and pay for it then."
I told him my phone number, then left. I went into the vet's office to check on the duck, and they said it would have to stay there for a few days, and after that they'd release it back into the park.
So, as I walked home, I reflected around my thoughts.
I'd run over a duck, found out I'd been riding a motorcycle illegally this whole time, and just cost my mom an indeterminate amount of money. I decided not to tell her about it, so dinner was slightly awkward.
Anyway, that's what happened today guys. I don't know what to do! I feel so incredibly guilty. I did something I shouldn't have, and it all went completely wrong. I mean, sure, this will all be fixed by the end of the week, but wouldn't have even had to be fixed if I had just done what I was told.
So, I guess you win this round, INSANITY. But you still don't have to be a douche about it.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
So I was just taking the bike out for a ride...
When i wondered, do you need like a permit or something to ride a motorcycle? I certainly hope not. So, anyway, I was riding it, and it was AWESOME! It feels so cool to have the wind blowing through my hair, and the sight of other people staring at you jealously...
Anyway, the bike was a little hard to control at first (apparently it's different from riding a bicycle), but after a while, I got the hang of it, and it was just smooth sailing (er, riding...) from there.
So, um... That's about it. Just wanted to share that with you guys.
Also, someone named INSANITY (weird name, by the way) was being a jerk on my first post, for no reason whatsoever. Uncool, dude. uncool.
--Branden
Anyway, the bike was a little hard to control at first (apparently it's different from riding a bicycle), but after a while, I got the hang of it, and it was just smooth sailing (er, riding...) from there.
So, um... That's about it. Just wanted to share that with you guys.
Also, someone named INSANITY (weird name, by the way) was being a jerk on my first post, for no reason whatsoever. Uncool, dude. uncool.
--Branden
Monday, February 18, 2013
Hello...?
Um... I'm not entirely sure what to do here... Guess I'll just start by introducing myself.
Hi, my name's Branden. I'm fifteen, I live with my mom and older brother Tomas, and um... I'm really pretty much just another average Joe.
I wanted to start this blog for a reason. Mainly peer pressure, my friends persuaded me. But also, I got this totally cooltastic (yes, I just made that word up) bike over the weekend and it's really cool!
Okay, technically, it's not mine, it's Tom's, but he's going away for a week (something about applying for an internship across the country or something) so I get to take care of it! Yes, he said I couldn't ride it, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Anyway, I think I'll take the bike out for a spin tomorrow, it's getting kind of late. So, um, bye for now! you know, if anyone's reading this!
--Branden
Hi, my name's Branden. I'm fifteen, I live with my mom and older brother Tomas, and um... I'm really pretty much just another average Joe.
I wanted to start this blog for a reason. Mainly peer pressure, my friends persuaded me. But also, I got this totally cooltastic (yes, I just made that word up) bike over the weekend and it's really cool!
Okay, technically, it's not mine, it's Tom's, but he's going away for a week (something about applying for an internship across the country or something) so I get to take care of it! Yes, he said I couldn't ride it, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Anyway, I think I'll take the bike out for a spin tomorrow, it's getting kind of late. So, um, bye for now! you know, if anyone's reading this!
--Branden
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