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.
