Ahem.
...FUCKSHITBITCHWHORETITWANKERTWAT-BERK-WHICH-YOU-PROBABLY-DON'T-KNOW-THE-MEANING-OF-BECAUSE-WHEN-YOU-WERE-ROOMIES-WITH-BAKURA-YOU-COULDN'T-HEAR-HIS-CURSING-OVER-THE-MUSIC-AND-CHICKS-JUST-SO-YOU-KNOW-IT'S-COCKNEY-RHYMING-SLANG-BECAUSE-BERKELY-HUNT-RHYMES-WITH-CUNT.
Swear to God, the moment that tall bastard gets back here I will beat Him over the head with an alaskan pollock.
A. Fucking. CHILD?!
Guh. What the fuck ever. Ava, all I can suggest is trying Jeff's method, so you've got it for now.
As for Mr. DICKNUGGET...
..fuck it. I'm pissed enough to rip His arms off.
LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT YOUR NOT FULLY GROWN BACK SMALL ARMS AND FEEL SHAAAAAAME.
Aaaaand I'mdone.
-Sandra
(EDIT:
fffffFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK.
GODDAMN HOBOS SCREWING OVER FUTURE GENERATIONS.
I was looking over hobo signs in the hopes that, if M ever made it to our neck of the woods, he would understand them and we could meet up to talk and enjoy some fucking good coffee.
GUESS WHAT THEY USED TO SIGNIFY A GOOD HANDOUT. JUST FUCKING GUESS.
Here's a hintIT'S THA MOTHAFUCKING OPERATOR SYMBOL RAAAAAAAGE.
So hobos spread Slendy westward. IT'S THE ONLY LOGICAL CONCLUSION, THE DIRTY BASTARDS.
(Now chillens, please remember that Auntie Sandy is a leeeeettle on edge right now. It's not okay to blame hobos for all your problems. Also WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING READING THIS BLOG THIS SHIT BE R-RATED FOR OVER THE TOP CURSING AND RANDOM FUCKERY. BEGOOOOOOOOOONE.)
Dammit I'm using way too much all-caps and curses...BUT I'M PISSED.)
Did Slender kill a child or something? Also, how goes the search?
ReplyDeleteKidnapped and Hallowed a child. Talk to Ava, she's got the full details.
ReplyDeleteAnd still no sign of Steph, far as I know.
-Sandra
It's a terrible thing I laughed at this, right? Right.
ReplyDeleteBut seriously, little kids...nngh.
Well, at least it wasn't an infant or something. Hang in there, Miss Sandra.
ReplyDeleteNo. It's okay to laugh at the edit, though, because after a point my releasing pent up fury just turns into a random psycho mess.
ReplyDeleteBECAUSE ISN'T UNBRIDLED HATRED THE GREATEST HUMOR OF ALL?
-Sandra
Sorry. I laugh at everything. Me and my humor switch set as default.
ReplyDeleteBut...for the moment so you don't explode, perhaps beating up a wall would be in order. It does wonders. Not enough to quell the rage, but enough to stop the spontaneous combustion.
Don't hit walls! That's a fantastic way to break your hand or the wall, punch a pillow! Or something else that won't your hand!
ReplyDeleteMmm, but walls are more satisfying.
ReplyDeleteArg. I'm sorry, but does no one see my comment?! I'm having a little trouble here, as I DO NOT WANT TO BE KILLING (or helping kill) PEOPLE IN MY SLEEP. So, could I at least be acknowledged here? *spasm*
ReplyDeleteAw, poor kid. Also, I will never look at hobos the same ever again. Not that I've ever actually seen a hobo, or a hobo sign for that matter ANYWAY off subject.
ReplyDelete@Sandra: Smack him HARD for me, okay? If I were braver/inclined to physical violence, I'd do it myself, but I'm not, so yeah.
ReplyDelete@CrazedKateness: Calm down. I don't know that much about being Hallowed, but your symptoms sound pretty ambiguous. You could just be experiencing Slender-Stalk induced insanity (which is more common than you'd think). If you want, I can try to help. I know a few people. They might know something. (Also, I'm pretty sure that proxies don't sleep-kill, so you should be fine in that area.)
Alright. As long as I don't wake up with blood on my fingers.
ReplyDeleteYes, help would be nice. But if that...thing shows up in my room again, I'll beat him to the PULP. Seriously, the world would be a better place if that son of a bitch was back in hell where he belongs. UGH. Sorry...anger.
I may not have spent ten friggin' years with that creep-o following me around, but I think I'm experiencing a little Sandra-angst here.
By the way, my name is Kate.
@CrazedKateness: Sandra-angst is understandable. We all get it sometimes. If you want, you can list your symptoms over on my blog and I'll make a post seeing if people know what's up. I read your posts and I would definitely recommend tying yourself down. Provided you don't hurt yourself, of course.
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you, Kate. I'm Alora. :)
Good. I posted in your newest post's comment section all my symptoms. Dunno how long it takes exactly to...go through the change (if that's what's indeed going on with me), so more symptoms may start popping up.
ReplyDeleteI've been a passer-outer ever since...er...a few years ago, so that's nothing out of the ordinary. 'Cept for the fact I have dreams not only when I'm sleeping, but when I'm unconscious. If that makes sense at all.
Lol, hallowed kids.
ReplyDeleteHopefully he eats it later.
Waaaait, that's right. Maybe the kid can just sing weeaboo songs and he'll leave it alone, right?
ReplyDeleteMan, I really need to follow more of these blogs so I can fully understand what Sandra rages about when Slendy gets into shenanigans.
ReplyDeleteYou say this like it's a surprise. If you'll recall, he's always gone after children. Victor Surge. The Sterling City reports. Zeke Strahm. Damien O'Connor. They all give the same reports: that Slendy doesn't discriminate against children. In fact, he maybe prefers them.
ReplyDeleteNo offense, Sandra, but how did you not know about this? He's been following you around for ten years. You were a kid yourself. Hell, you were barely older than my sweet little sister at that point. So how did you just now make a connection with the children? Wake. Up.
Guess what? Welcome to reality now. You really, really needed this. Just go ahead and be all upbeat and chipper. I wish you well. I really do. But you have to realize that there are some of us he doesn't play video games with. He's never handed me a flower. He's never worn my sunglasses. He's never tried to communicate with me.
Like I said, I wish you well. But you really needed this slap to the face to yank your naive head out of the clouds. Because while you're safe (at least for now), there are those of us out there who aren't as lucky. For most of us, every day is a fight for fucking survival.
He's using a kid to do his dirty work for him. Yeah, it's inexcusable. It's disgusting. But it shouldn't come as a surprise.
I'm sorry if I sound really angry. I kind of am. And again, I really do wish you well. But you really, really needed this reality check.
Urm. Slendy was first documented, first named, after being seen near kids, yeah? Like Jekyll said. Now, turning them into his servants? That's new. I figured kids were just victims. Never would have guessed It would use them to do Its dirty deeds. I don't see how useful they might be compared to older, stronger, more experienced fighters, watchers, killers.
ReplyDeleteSh...Who would suspect a little girl? Possible that It knows that a young child, coming up to your door, and saying "Please...help me..." would be irresistible. Until they killed you in your sleep. Sick, twisted genius? Maybe. Or maybe It really just does want us to be freaked out. A+ on that one. Sick, twisted, just by itself. Just by Itself.
Cluster curse-bombs are fun to read.
Just because you've never heard of it happening doesn't mean that it hasn't happened before. Really, this shouldn't be surprising. At all. It just goes to reinforce the fact that you can't trust anyone. ANYONE.
ReplyDeleteYo Sandra, (apart from the hilarious clusterfuck bomb) new Theory, can't say much at the moment, brain's all over the place, but:
ReplyDeleteWhat TYPE of trees do you have around?
Pine? Oak? Ash? Something else?
And she's getting better, there's also the 13-year-old boy over with Vivi and Chester.
Calm down, Sandra, you're speaking Angrish. (check out tvtropes.org if you don't know what that means.) ~Rose
ReplyDeleteAnother call for help from helpless old me.
ReplyDeleteIf you read the newest post on me and Dani's blog, you'll see why. The proxies seem to know where I live now, and how I get home. If that proxy had a knife on him, I might have been dead right now. I'm not a trained Fighter, so I may need a little help with this one.
If any of you have ever had to flee because of this kind of situation, some advice or help would be nice. But don't worry, I'm still not afraid of them.
~Kate
Uuuuh, huh. You seem interesting...and crazy. Don't take offense, everyone seems to be these days. But nice to meet you. Name's Tony. I meant to check out your blog after Ava mentioned you guys (look at me being social, heh).
ReplyDeleteAre you the one who's been.../co-existing/ with it for ten years?
Sandra this woman is desperate need of some assistance. Slender man just abducted her daughter. . . I link you her blog. . . This was the only thing I could think of to help. You need to talk to Him see if you can find her before it's too late.
ReplyDeletehttp://cathydelmont.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-missing.html?showComment=1296004226840#c1807713253318250661
They found her.
ReplyDeleteSeems she's acting...strange, though. What do you think he did to her? From what I read, it's almost like a horror movie-type thing. Singing lullabies in a park...laughing after being abducted. Kinda freaky.
He did something. Maybe not Hallowing, but something for sure.
~Kate
I think he showed her where he takes them.It must have frightened her beyond words.
ReplyDeleteUgh, sorry for lack of posting, guys, new monitor decided to work for about five minutes before deciding it "couldn't detect input signal" from a computer not three inches away.
ReplyDeleteAnd to Frap and Jekyll, yes, I am aware of the fact that He prefers children. But it's pretty hard to desensitize yourself to the slaughter and corruption of kids. Remember the post from when ///It/// massacred that kid? More rage. If I hadn't learn to vent my frustrations better, this whole blog would be me screaming about it.
And while He does act a little bit more affable around here, you need to remember: the first time I saw Him was when He was IN THE PROCESS OF KILLING A CHILD. I've since seen Him slaughter pedestrians, assailants, bold proxies, ///It/// proxies, Runners (who are mostly comprised of teenagers and young adults), and whores. That last one got some blood on my face. Ya don't get used to that.
And to Tony, yeah. Ten years. Not so much coexisting as He follows me all over the country and I try to keep from cracking (not from His influence, but from the sheer insanity-inducer that is a trail of mostly innocent bodies in your wake).
-Sandra
That thing...just keeps pushing it's luck, doesn't it? Poor girl.
ReplyDeleteI imagine that's not a fun life to live. I can't really hold this against ya', cause' I know you don't really have a choice in this. Besides, it's nice to see someone who's dealt with it as long as I have, heh. You seem like nice people. Well, nice enough considering the situation. It's kinda amazing, I gotta give you that.
Found her, kind of. Will post tonight.
ReplyDeleteAllow me to introduce myself. I'm Steve (not my real name, but a name I go by). I'm not a runner, nor a proxy. I've seen Him, but He has yet to see me. I think it has to do with the low number of trees in the area... But I'm getting off topic. I'm watching Him. I'm getting to know my enemy.
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