Wednesday, February 27, 2013

I can't think of a title

I’m still fucking sore, but I’m okay

The Wolf has been making sure that I’m okay

We watched Cabin in the Woods a few nights ago. It was fucking hilarious. The Wolf actually squeed at the unicorn scene. Hart just about shit a brick when he heard it. Hehe I guess he wasn't expecting that noise to come out of her

It’s good to see the Wolf acting happy. But that’s just it; it’s just an act

I know something is wrong. I knew that without seeing the last post but she won’t tell me what it is. I wish she would talk to me. If she had done that before then maybe I could have stopped her from being dragged down by that bastard  

You know she still carries that fucking doll of him around? Even when it seemed like there was nothing left of the old Wolf, she still held on to that thing.

I bet she’d spill to him in a heartbeat but she wouldn’t tell me and I was right fucking there.  I'm still right here but she won't let me in.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Story Time 7

Once upon a time, there was a little girl and a wolf whose paths crossed in the forest. The little girl wanted revenge but lacked the strength to act alone and so made offerings to the wolf. The wolf accepted and helped the girl in getting the vengeance that she sought. 

Since that fateful day, the wolf and the girl lived in relative harmony with each other, as the girl kept the wolf fed and the wolf protected the girl and allowed her to do that which kept her alive. One day however things began to change. The wolf’s appetite began to grow; the increased demand wearing on the girl. The girl continued on, in spite of the wolf’s growing hunger until something went wrong. She was told that someone she loved was dead. This caused a conflicted despair within her which, coupled with the wear that she was already experiencing, broke the girl down. The wolf, still hungry and sensing that the girl was becoming useless, seized the opportunity and gobbled her up.

She remained silently trapped within the wolf’s belly, her feeble struggles barely noticed until another of importance to her was hurt. The wolf was concerned with its own bloody appetites and would be of no help, so the girl- now motivated by the plight of another- clawed her way out of the wolf’s blood glutted stomach to go to her aid.

The girl was successful but the previous harmony in which she existed with the wolf was lost. It was now replaced with a constant conflict…

The wolf…
The girl…

I don’t know how this one ends yet


Monday, February 11, 2013

Um Hi…

“Wolfie” said I should tell whoever you people are a bit about myself, so I'm borrowing her account for a minute to do that.

My name used to be Actaeon, but now it is apparently Hart
I’m a confused and frightened man, trapped in the middle of nowhere with two crazy bitches.

I’m 23 years old and I’ve lived on the Island all my life. I got into this situation thanks to an accident.

Growing up me and my old man didn’t see eye to eye if you get what I mean, so as soon as I was done high school, I was gone. Thing is, the rock isn’t exactly the land of opportunity, so I had to do a lot of odd jobs to get by and not all of them were legal or safe. I got hurt and ended up going to that fucking doctor who prescribed me something for the pain. I never should have taken those pills, but I did and I got hooked and my life went to hell.  During one of the highs, I saw the tall guy. I just thought I was hallucinating at first, but no, no I wasn’t. Seeing him again when I was sober proved that.

Slendy was going to kill me, but I begged him not to (Shut up, you would have done the same thing if you were cornered) I told him I’d do whatever he wanted. He led me to two other proxies on the west coast: Osprey and Falcon. I was supposed to do the leg work in finding out where certain people were, then they would take care of the rest. Working with those guys actually forced me to clean up. I knew that if I fucked up, it would be over for me so I couldn’t risk getting high. It’s weird to think that the tall guy has been good for my health in a way.

Anyway, I don’t know what happened to those two. All I know is that one day they didn’t come back and I got stuck here.  

I guess I might as well tell you about my old name too. When I started working with the faceless wonder, I took the name Actaeon because I could relate to the story. Actaeon was a guy that was screwed over because saw something that he didn’t go looking to see. Apparently, KnitWolf was familiar with that story so she gave me this new name, I’m guessing as a joke. She’s a funny one, that KnitWolf. Subtle too. Like a sledgehammer to the face. Or maybe more like a crowbar, right Fell?