Monday, April 25, 2011

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Rebirth

Last night, I went home. Master showed me the way. He guided me through a long black path, covered in leaves. I emerged from the blackness, and I was in my old house.

Master had given me a knife, and I used it well. Mother, father, sister, brother. Throats slit, everyone. Never woke up. It's for the best. Master's power will prevent them from passing on. They will never become its slaves. They will simply cease.

I have shed my old life. I have found a purpose. Master has given me one. And with His voice always buzzing in my head, I shall never be alone again.

Happy Easter.

-STEWARD

Saturday, April 23, 2011

I'm not a bad man even though I do bad things very bad things such horrible things but it's not quite what it seems

Afterlife

In the end, it wasn't Gas Mask who came for me. No, Archangel chose a more fitting form.

As I sat in my motel room, Crystal materialized before me, and leaped at me, wrapping her fingers around my neck. I looked up into her face. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were not. Her eyes were full of terror and sorrow and pain. And that's when I realized the truth.

I had been keeping a knife with me. I buried it in her stomach, and pushed her corpse off me. Then I ran. I just hopped into my car and drove. There is no escape from the Archangel. I understand that now. To become its slave is the ultimate fate of all humans. The Archangel isn't just some monster. The Archangel is the afterlife, and it waits for us all.

But... maybe there is a way out.

Last time. When Gas Mask killed Crystal.

Slender Man stopped him from killing me. Why?

He saved me.

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Friday, April 22, 2011

Alone

Crystal's dead.

Worked all day. Came back to the motel to find her corpse laying on her bed. Her blood all over the walls. Gas Mask standing over her, holding a god damn baseball bat. Her blood still dripped from it.

He came at me, and then tendrils of blackness oozed out from the empty air and enveloped him. I saw the empty face in the blackness, looking at me. And I looked beyond it and saw his face smiling.

And then I was alone save for the corpse.

Crystal.

She's dead.

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Alright Archangel. I guess you know where I'm headed. When find a hotel, you'll know where it is. Where I am.

I'm waiting for you you son of a bitch.

Come and get me.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Things That Go Bump in the Night

Last night I woke up just in time to see... something... scurry out of the window. Looked like some kind of ape. With claws. I checked Crystal and she was fine.

Been driving all day. I don't even know what state I'm in right now. All I know is that I'm tired and I should probably find some work soon, because our money pool is just about dried up.

Crystal's been delirious all day. At one point she started screaming from something she saw on the side of the road. I hope she'll be OK.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Companions

Crystal's leg is getting worse. It stinks to high heaven, and the skin has become black and red and even a bit green. Every time even a little bit of pressure is applied to it, I can see Crystal writhing in pain.

Part of me wants to leave her. Let her suffer for what she did. But I can't. I just can't.

We're all we have left.