Friday, September 30, 2011

Story Time 4

Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved the forest. It was an area that was dangerous but one that had provided the means to her freedom. Thus, when it called to her again, she armed herself with a knife and ventured in without hesitation.  

As she strolled along the path through woods, she was spotted by a local huntsman. He was a brutish man who, upon seeing the girl, decided to use her to satisfy his lust and began to follow her.
The girl quickly noticed her pursuer and left the path to head deeper into the woods. The huntsman followed, thinking her easy prey. He didn’t know that a wolf lurked inside.

She led the uphill chase; the trees allowing for her unassuming, familiar form to slip through easily while tripping and scratching at the huntsman. She was enjoying this little game, but knew it must end soon so she led him back downward towards a plateau. Upon reaching her destination she pulled out the knife turned and thrust it upwards towards her descending attacker, catching him at the base of his foul desire. The knife was torn free of him as they both fell. 

The girl collected herself off the ground, taking in the melody of his pain-wracked moans. She forced him from his side to his back, enjoying the fear and agony in his eyes as he saw the wolf he had thought his prey.

“What big eyes you have…” He sputtered in shock before being rendered silent by her knife.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Funny Conversation

Had an amusing chat recently with two guys who took notice of my many-limbed Ritter dolls... 

First guy: Awesome! But I'd be AFRAID to keep that in my house.... Creepy little Slendy

Me: Hehehe... Aw but think of the hugs he could give

First guy:  The creepy... tentacle vore infested, life sucking, kidnapping, death-bringing hugs.... yeah

Second guy:  But you'd never be lonely again

Thursday, September 22, 2011


Took some time to do some drawing, so I figured I'd post them here just for fun

The first one is just silly little comic

This second one is of Lizzie, my favorite of Tom Savini's creations. She was featured in an episode of Tales from the Darkside; a great series from the 80's

Funny thing is, she kind of reminds me of some of the descriptions I've read of the rake

Monday, September 19, 2011

Waiting Game

Been a quiet couple of weeks here since I took my revenge…  
No accusations have come my way thus far, so that’s good hehe

I stopped coughing up blood and my body seems to be healing up well in general.
Also, my stomach pains and headaches are gone

Aside from that, I feel… different
It’s hard to describe… euphoric maybe?  No, that doesn’t seem to cover it…
I feel better than I have in a long time anyway.
I’m even sleeping well

Oh! Also picked up a new knife; a much better one. It’s actually a proper hunting knife this time… Don’t want to make the same mistake twice if I end up having to do that sort of thing again

I’ve continued my knitting, in the meantime, partly out of enjoyment partly out of compulsion, but as you could probably guess from the title of this post, I’ve got this eerie feeling like something more is on the way… Like this is the calm before the storm

Ah well, let it come, whatever it may be. I’m just glad that I’ve had this time of relative peace, especially given the hell that’s apparently been breaking loose around here what with Thuggee launching an attack on Mystery, Shady and company and KK becoming Tetsuo, beheading the last immortal, claiming the prize, discovering it to be full of stars and now is anarchy incarnate by the power of greyskull or something. I’m just kidding about KK, though what happened to her is just about as strange.

… Dia has also been hurt very badly….

Brightsky, as you are one of the very rare people I actually care about in some way, I’m worried about you…. though I think you’re stronger than some give you credit for.

Anyway, it’s back to work as usual for me until Ritter says otherwise  

Sunday, September 11, 2011


Lately there seems to be some curiosity over why my mask isn't that of a wolf, so I figured I'd put up this post to explain a little.

I have made a wolf mask before, just for fun, but it came out rather bulky and unwearable, so I kept it as part of my collection for a while. You can actually see part of it in the background of one of the pictures I posted...I thought about making another, but there are a few reasons why I don't. One is that I don't want to be stealing the Big Bad Wolf's thunder. Another is that I figured the snout of the wolf mask would be too easy to grab hold of in a fight.

Also, while my name represents some aspects of who I am, my mask represents others. My mask, like my name, is an expression of my craft but it also represents vengeance and struggle. Those who hurt me wanted me to be like a doll: Silent, always smiling (regardless of what they did to me), perfectly feminine, perfectly Christian, and willing to accept and agree with any opinions or prejudices that they fed me. The mask was a bit of ironic punishment in that regard.

The mask, by being stitched, also represents the struggle and change that I went through to get here. It represents my ripping apart of my old passive, weaker self to create a new aggressive, stronger self...

Since I accomplished what I set out to do, it has also become something of a badge of honor


Saturday, September 10, 2011

What happened last week plus a small rant

Okay… I’ve taken the last few days to sort myself out, take care of a few things and collect my thoughts… Now I think it’s time I let you in on what happened after I made that might-not-be-coming-back post last week. Before I do that though, I need to get a little something off my chest…  It seems that in this little war of ours, those who work for Slendy are often assumed to be the “bad guys”, poor souls who either need to be put down or be reformed so that they can be one of the “good guys”, the brave runners and fighters. You know, we proxies could become better people like Zero, who bravely killed proxy and runner alike because he thought he could make a weapon out of their bones, or KK, the drug addict who is apparently currently in the middle of a glorious murderous rampage, or maybe we could even be like that runner who heroically left Poe to die. Before anyone accuses me of being a hypocrite, no, I don’t think I’m any better than they are. I know what I am. I’m just pointing out the foolishness of the prevalent assumption that they are somehow inherently better than we are because they chose a different side. It’s not the violence that hurts most, it’s the hypocrisy hahaha… Anyway, I’ve touched on this sort of thing before... It just gets to me every now and then.

Anyway, I’ve kept you in suspense long enough, so here it is

After I finished writing my fond farewells here, I put on my mask (the stitched one I mentioned here), picked up my knife and followed my dear employer out of my room. Upon stepping through the door, I found myself in the house of those who hurt me. More specifically, I found myself alone in their basement. The memories of being locked into this cold dark room came rushing to my mind. I could almost hear the cries of my younger self echoing off the walls. My anger burned inside me and the headache and stomach pains returned in full force.

The basement door opened as I made my way up the stairs

I cautiously made my way through the house. I had almost reached their room when the screams started. Peering in through the open door, I saw Slendy with them. He had one held in his tendrils, while easily fending off the other’s vain attempts at rescue. I quickly closed the distance between myself and the would-be rescuer. I don’t know if he turned because he realized that I was there or because he had decided to run, but he did it too late. Before he could react I slammed the knife into him, stabbing him just under the sternum.  In that moment, I saw his expression make a glorious change from shock to realization and renewed horror. He knew who was behind the mask. He started to say my name but was cut off as I tore the knife back out of him, the blade snapping as I did. Cursing myself, but refusing to be stopped by a broken knife I followed him to the floor and, summoning a strength I did not know I had, proceeded to use the metal handle to beat him.   

As I brought the handle down upon him, I heard the slender man singing. He sang as he began to run his tendrils through the one he held. Horrific screams and angelic voices flowed together to make the beautiful terrible song that filled my mind. I added my own voice to it as I struck again and again until the light went out of his eyes.        

I stood up from my work and looked at my employer. The one he held was well dead, run through countless times by his tendrils. A satisfyingly gruesome end for her. We stared silently at each other for a moment, as I wondered what would happen next. In an instant, more of those tendrils shot towards me, taking the knife handle, wrapping around my middle and lifting me up like a doll. The touch of the tendrils was so cold it burned me through my clothes as He pulled me to Him. I couldn’t help but wonder how many pieces the locals would find me in as I felt the tendrils tightening around me, forcing the air from my lungs. My arms were still free so I threw them around his neck in an embrace. I was satisfied with the revenge and if this was to be my end, then I would face it with dignity and be satisfied with that as well. My last coherent thought was of you Sunshine. 

I read once that there is a theory that when an animal is constricted by a snake, it may go into cardiac arrest due to the pressure from the constriction. I can believe that, as my heart felt like it was going to explode in this freezing, burning, asphyxiating embrace. I heard his song again as my vision started to blur and tunnel. The pretty lights that had appeared before my eyes in the depths of my sleep deprivation returned to me once more. My arms slipped from around his neck and I got a sensation of sinking and drifting as everything went black.

I was jolted back to consciousness when I hit the floor of my room. I gasped, pulled off the mask and started coughing, noticing the blood that came to my lips. There was nothing I could reasonably do about that however, so I cleaned myself up and dragged myself to a nearby 24 hour convenience store. Making sure to be picked up by the security cameras, I bought some candy, returned home and collapsed into bed.           

I found out the next day that their house had burned down.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Still Alive

I saw the wolf that day, so did they, so did they
I embraced the darker half and lived to walk away

I saw the wolf that day, so did they, so did they
I embraced the darker half and lived to walk away

Saturday, September 3, 2011

This is the path I’ve chosen

The one I've made for myself
Time to see it through

He’s here now… he is waiting to take me to seek my revenge.
I don’t know if I’ll be coming back from this. I’m nervous, but determined and ready.

Dia- Thank you for the good conversations, brightsky. It helped in the days leading up to this. Good luck and keep writing.

OnePoundOfFlesh- My dear addiction, my catalyst, I’m glad I was able to talk to you again before it was time. Thank you for helping to keep me alive up to this point. If I die tonight, know that I wish you luck sunshine and I’ll see you in hell ;)