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.
Blinky just left. That's not good. That's not good at aOH GOD NifrghyRsjhgbUsjdhfgbNsffigb
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.
Blinky just left. That's not good. That's not good at aOH GOD NifrghyRsjhgbUsjdhfgbNsffigb
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.
Huh? Wait, what thAKDBSYVHFG
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.
Huh? Wait, what thAKDBSYVHFG
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
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