Home, finally

I'm back, thank goodness. Chas is fine, he just looks a little banged up. He'll be released from the hospital soon. I made sure not to stay a super long time because I didn't want to deal with them yelling at me to get out since I'm not related to or married to Chas. Yeah...its stupid and I know Aiden and Brennon had the same problem. Chas is ok though and he should be able to avoid a mental break down until I come back to see him tomorrow. I can only hope slendy doesn't decide to pay him a visit...surely skinny's not that big of a dick?
So yeah...my car is extremely sad looking now. Chas hit that "tree" pretty hard (I suppose slendderp can become tree-like when he wants to, right?). I pretty much tried and failed to drive Chas's motorcycle XD I'm not skilled and manly like he is, so its bus time for me until we figure something out for the car. Yeah...we're poor. Thankfully, college is on summer break so I don't really have to go anywhere right now.

Oh...and, true to what I said in my last post, I did go for drinks last night in my anger at not being able to get home asap. Well, funny story, slendy actually showed up in an alley next to the bar I went to. I just kind of ignored him to be honest...I didn't want to deal with him at that point since I was already super frustrated from airport madness and worry for Chas. I went inside the bar and, lo and behold, slendy followed me. Yeah...I'm confused too...he just kind of watched me drink from the corner and didn't appear to care that I wasn't even acknowledging his presence. I left after an hour or so of spacing out and sipping something (I can't even recall what it was, honestly) and he followed me out. My parents' house isn't that far from the airport, so I decided to walk home. Look, I know it was stupid to do that when the freaking Slender Man, scourge of foggy, empty streets, was following me like a puppy, but I really didn't give a shit. I was tired, depressed, and slightly drunk...
Well, you can probably guess this didn't end well...I got a few blocks, turned around to see if he was still behind me and, surprisingly, he wasn't there. I turned back around and, of course, he's standing not three feet in front of me with tentacles out and head cocked at a painful looking angle.

I ran like hell. No heroics for me this time...
The painful throbbing from slendy trying to talk to me pounded on me the entire time but I didn't want to find out what he was saying... I pretty much figured it was something along the lines of "kill" and "maim".
He appeared at the end of the street that I was running down but, before I could turn around I remembered M's advice. You know, keep your eyes on slendy and he can't slenderwalk like a bitch. So, I tried that. I stared right into where his eyes would be and backed away as quickly as I dared. He lumbered down the street after me but didn't disappear.
So, I guess some of what M says does work for me. That's nice to know. Still though...tentacles. One of them extended toward me faster than I could react and tripped me. I fell to the ground in a heap and looked up to find him standing over me. His aura was completely triumphant and gleeful.

Bastard.

I don't remember anything after that...it hurts to try. I woke up outside my parents' house with only a few cuts and bruises. I hope he didn't screw with my head too much...I'd rather not go all proxy and be offed by zerosage. Yeah.... that guy is losing it.

So yeah...that's my adventure. But, I'm home now and I'm just fine. I haven't seen the tall bastard since and I can only hope he goes away at least until Chas gets better....

I hate the airport

Being retarded I actually had the AUDACITY to think that maybe I could get a flight home tonight but NO. I am mad now.
I need to get home as soon as possible even if it means flying into the late hours of the morning...I need to be there for Chastin. I can't believe he got himself in the fucking hospital...the next time I see slendershit I'm gonna do a hell of a lot more than just try and fail to hit him with a rake and then yell at him a little bit. (Yeah I've given up doing the whole Him thing every time I'm referring to slendy, its too much work.)
Secondly, I believe everyone needs to know exactly how I feel about that operator symbol tattoo...
Yeah I should punch Chas in the balls for doing that. In fact I might just do that when he's not all drugged up and hospital-y. Look...maybe that seems like its going a little far but I feel rather strongly about this subject. I honestly don't believe the operator symbol actually helps ward slendy off. I mean, Chas just had his accident because of slendy even though he had the operator symbol on his wrist.

Yeah, its not really doing much in the way of warding him off. I've come to interpret the symbol as more of a challenge now. Like...when you put operator symbols up or even just one or two on clothing I think slendy sees that as a sort of mocking challenge. Its as if you're saying to him "yeah that's right, I have an operator symbol, lets see you get me now bitch". Well as you can no doubt imagine that just pisses him off more. It would piss me off if I were a tall, humanoid eldritch abomination so yeah...gonna assume I'm right about this one.

Sigh...Chas is so bad at not being horribly maimed isn't he? First the shoulder burn thing and now this...I'm never leaving him alone again. I should've just taken him with me to see my parents but nooooooo, Chas didn't want our cats to be lonely for a few days. Srsly...we would just leave them at the local vet clinic but he thought Steve and Bear would be sad. (Bear would've actually had a bitch fit but thats not the point...)

So yeah...I'm at the airport attempting to get a flight home. Its not working. God I wish slendy would show his ugly face here and now so I can wildly attempt to punch something. Mmmmeeeeeeeh....maybe I'll go get a few drinks or something....

I miss you, Chas...

This is where Malkin needs to come home...

I don't care that you kept it from me, and you know that, since I told you last night.

But I can stand for myself, Slender Man has nothing against me. I mean He has some beef with me, and I have yet to figure out why yet. But He can't get to me, I wont let him, and I can't let him get to Malkin...

But I did do something that Malkin freaked out about. I got a tattoo of the operator symbol. Remember the O's with X's crossed through them in Kyle's notes? Yeah I thought it meant something to him, and I decided I needed something to remind me of him, keep him in my thoughts. So I got that symbol under my wrist in black. I thought it looked rather cool but according to Malkin it was the dumbest idea I've had so far...

According to Malkin it's a symbol that can either send Mr. Slendy off for a little, make him completely ignore it, or antagonize him further... So I've kept it in it's bandages to keep it sealed. I look at it every now and then. It still holds Kyle's memory to me. I don't know if that's a good thing though...

To continue with Malkin's last post, it didn't bother me as much as he thought it might. I knew Slender Man was something awful, all Malkin did was put a name on it.

I watched some of the videos that Malkin sited. I can tell their Slender Man is fake. I mean the real Slendy hold way more fear, you can see it in him. It like come off of him like an invisible fire, it's hard to explain. But you just can't seem to see it on everymanHYBRID, or MarbleHornets. Just not real.

And Slender Man isn't something to joke about. Especially when he's such a creature that you can't even begin to explain it's actions, hows, or why's.

All I can tell from those Operator symbols on Kyle's notebooks is that Kyle was connected to or was stalked by Slender Man. And now he's on to me. Which makes me wonder why.

My first encounter with Slender Man was about three years ago. I barely remember that damn suit, everywhere. My life was moving so fast then, just meeting Malkin, falling in love, moving in together. I must have totally ignored him at some point..

But today... today made it seem all too real.

I was coming home from work. I was driving Malkin's car since he took a taxi to the airport and all the weather wanted to do was rain. It was miserable, I was tired of it too.

The mustang roared to life when I pushed in the clutch and started the car. I pulled out of the drive way of Bob's auto wrecking yard, and continued to my normal route home.

But of course my main way home was blocked off due to road construction. Really? Just what I needed after a wonderful day at work with angry customers...

I took a U-turn and headed for the back way. I turned up the music in the car to drown out the heavy rain and wind, knocking at the car. I breathed in the warm air from the vents and continued on in fourth. Down the back roads, it was surprisingly calming. The bass vibrating my back and mind. The trees around me fought back with the wind as I took the tight corners, sliding as I drifted with them in ease.

Then it all just got dark

All I remember was Slender Man's face staring at me. Almost breathing on me it seemed like. (Malkin says "wtf how can he breathe he has no mouth")

Then I remember slowly waking up to sirens, the flashing red and blue lights against the black night sky. The rain still coming down at I felt tears rolling down my eyes, reasons I couldn't figure out why.

Where was Malkin? Where was I? What was going on!

I woke later in the hospital. According to my nurse I "passed out at the wheel and veered off into the trees, totaling the car." She said I was lucky to have lived with the minor injuries I had, specially in an old car with no air bags.

I bit my lip, hard. I fucked up Malkin's prize car... The one we restored together...

Now I'm in the hospital, waiting to recover. And for Malkin to get back from his parent's. He said he'd be on the first flight home, but I don't know how much of me wants to face him.

Me knowing that I didn't fall asleep at the wheel. Something was missing and I can't seem to get my thoughts correct onto what.

The Part Where Malkin Tells the Truth

Yeah, this is that part.

Its time I stopped pretending I don't know what's happening...all of our followers know that I know what's going on since, you know, I've kind of been following their blogs for months. I've been pretending I don't know who our lovely stalker is out of a fear that revealing things might make this worse...
So yeah...obviously I know that tall, dark, and faceless is the Slender Man. That may seem like kind of a stupid reveal to the other bloggers who follow us...but its going to be a surprise to Chastin. I've known ever since I first saw Him lurking outside my window...I've been an avid follower of the Slender Man mythos since like...December? November? I can't remember. The point is that I knew about Slendy and didn't say anything even when He showed up in our lives. I'm so sorry...

When I first started out I thought this was all fun and cool and whatnot. People like being scared. Its why we watch horror movies. Its also why I enjoyed watching Marble Hornets, EverymanHYBRID, and reading all the blogs. I was a total nerd for slendy. I know all of the theories about His existence, I was all into what was going on with the other bloggers...it was awesome for awhile. I convinced myself slendy didn't exist, that its all fun and games. Looking back, I feel like a dumbass. But...there was some part of me that still possessed this horrible fear of Him. Its why I didn't introduce this all to Chastin when I first got into it...some part of me was afraid that, if I did, He would come for both of us. However, I'm by no means suggesting that His sudden appearance in our lives is my fault. When I saw slendy outside my window that night, my first thought was obviously, "Oh gods, it finally happened. My stupid obsession with this mythos is finally going to get us killed." But then I felt from Him that He wasn't there for me. You will recall, I'm sure, that I mentioned in my first post that I could feel His intent radiating off of Him. Well, as I said, I could feel that slendy wanted Chastin. I was utterly shocked and confused when I discovered this... How could slendy want Chastin when I'm the one that's been meddling in the mythos? Chastin's last post confirmed for me that its time for me to reveal all of this. I am absolutely certain now that this isn't because of me. Something deeper is going on and I realized it the moment Chas mentioned seeing "random circles with x's through them" in Kyle's old things. I should have told Chas everything I know about Slender Man the moment He came into our lives. I'm sorry I didn't say anything...but now I can and maybe it will save our asses. Hopefully telling you won't make it worse...

I am reassured now that, in most cases, slendy won't come for someone just because they know the mythos. That would mean that every one of the few thousand people that know about Him would be stalked and eventually die. Even slendy can't be in that many places at once. No...He has to see you as some kind of a threat or as especially interesting, I think. Slendy wants Chastin because of something that happened with Kyle...I know it. I have to find some way to protect him now or we're both toast.

The Slender Man is now a part of my reality...its such a strange thought...I went all that time carelessly thinking He didn't exist only to be proved wrong in the most terrible of ways. The only comfort I can find is that this isn't my fault... The only regret I have is that I didn't say something sooner... Please forgive me, Chas...I promise I'll find a way to fix this.


So yeah, Chas, when you read this come talk to me immediately...we need to talk about those "math equations" you saw in Kyle's notebooks...

By the way avid readers, Chas has no idea the monster stalking us is Slender Man, so don't be surprised if I'm dead tomorrow from his rage at me not telling him that I know everything about this creature....

The Box

I had it next to the front door for three days.

I didn't want to open it. I was scared to. I wasn't ready to go back into my brother's life. To bring him back into mine...

I worked hard keeping him out of my life, especially after he died. I really just didn't need that burden of depression.

I got over him quickly, and now I'm facing the consequences.

I was up late last night, Malkin still down at his parents, so I was still alone.

I remember laying my cigarette in the ash tray and looking down at the box. The TV was flashing different colors of commercials, while my mind exhaustedly wondered what was hidden in that box.

Getting off the couch, I took a step toward it. I shook my head and sat back down thinking waiting for Malkin to come home was a better idea.

But then I thought maybe I didn't want him to know what was in that box, what if it showed something I didn't want Malkin to know about me or my brother...

This thought got me off the couch and the box on my lap.

I opened the flaps and looked inside. First thing was his cap from graduation, a blue hat with a rainbow tassel for being an honor student all four years. Made me wonder where his mind had gone from having all that knowledge. It didn't have anything to do with my search so I set it next to me.

Note books and random files laid on top of each other showed next. I took one of the note books and opened it, finding scribbles of math equations and random circles with X's through them in various colors of ink. I guessed the circles were part of the math equations so I ignored them. The rest of the book continued the same, more math equations. But the weird thing was none of the problems were ever finished. I would have tried to finish them if I was actually good at math...

I pulled out the rest of the notebooks and folders and sat them next to me. I didn't want to read them yet, too tired.

Under it all was a gun...

I stared at it for a long time. Kyle shot himself. But with a different gun than the one I was looking at.

It scared me, but for the weirdest reason all I wanted to do was touch it, feel it. Feel what it would have felt like to have it placed against my head.

How death could be so easy, and so close with just a pull of a trigger...

What Kyle felt, his emotions, his cold sweat, his escape.

I snapped out of it and threw the box at the door. Somethings flew out, along with the gun, perfectly pointing at me.

I closed my eyes. My throat tensed as I clenched my fists.

I realized for a little bit that I lost all my family. The family that I had, that wasn't even real, I didn't have it anymore.

I breathed in deeply. I'm not a man to cry, but when I do, I have my reasons.

I didn't cry last night. Instead I breathed the smoke of my cigarette and burned it out on the ashtray. I lifted myself from the couch and moved to the bed.

I fell on top of it and clenched the sheets. I took in the scent of Malkin and fell asleep without even turning the TV off...

To the sound of fuzz.

Slightly angry but not really

Yeah...I was going to bitch at Chas for ignoring me all of the day before yesterday as I was leaving...and then I found out he went to see his mom. Without me.
I know it sounds weird but his mother freaking loves me...I have no idea why :-/ like seriously...one of the reasons she stopped talking to Chas is because he's gay...but well...so am I, obviously. Yeah...don't get her logic behind that one. Maybe I'm just awesome. Who knows. Anyway...she seems to be at least...not bitchy...when I go see her with Chas. I'm curious as to why he went alone when he knew she'd just be hurtful and cruel... So yeah, not gonna yell at him for not paying attention. I feel bad for what happened and I wish I could do something to make her stop acting this way...but she's completely convinced Chas is responsible for Kyle's death and nothing I can say will change it. She always was a hardheaded, stubborn woman (so is Chas LOL). Sorry, snuggly bear, couldn't resist that little wisecrack.
My day with my parents was anything but eventful. They like begged me to come, but I was really reluctant to leave Chas alone for fear he'd get eaten by our new skinny friend. Thankfully, he didn't see Him (at least, he didn't as far as I know...). I, on the other hand, did. Seriously, I thought I'd get a break from it while at my mom and dad's place but no...of course not. It wasn't anything horrible. He didn't pick me up again or anything. I just saw Him once standing in the woods across the street from my parents' house. I guess I'm reckless...but I actually started walking towards Him when I saw Him. I was outside enjoying the weather and there He was. I wanted to know what He would do if I just went right for Him without showing any kind of fear. So I walked toward Him. And then I ran like hell at Him with a rake. Yeah. I'm awesome like that.

He seemed...confused. I could feel it from Him. He had no idea why I was running at Him like a crazy person and apparently He didn't want to find out. The bastard disappeared just as I swung the rake at His ugly, bald head. I whirled around, searching, and I saw Him standing at the end of the street staring some more. I kinda lost it then...I yelled "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM US?"
I heard His voice again. It felt like my head was being split open at first, but then I concentrated as hard as I could to overcome it. It took every bit of my willpower but, finally, the pain stopped. I heard two words echo clearly in my mind before He disappeared for good.

"Soon, child."

Fucking cryptic bastard. 
P.S. His voice sounds really stupid. Ha. How do you like that, skinny? Oh, and by the way you tall, faceless creep, you're fat. And adopted. (Props if you got that Portal 2 reference)

Seeing Family.

Malkin went to go see his mother in where ever the hell, I wasn't paying any attention when he told me where he was going. I just kept nodding my head, while I watched the Home Improvement show. Don't judge, nothing else was on.

He packed his way out of the apartment and drove to the airport faster then I could mumble "Love you too" as his car left the parking lot.

The clock hit 12 noon when I finally got kicked out of my trance. I looked around the apartment to realize Malkin did leave.

Oops, I should pay more attention sometimes...

I grabbed my phone off the glass coffee table in front of me and looked at my messages.

Malkin 10:15- "Got to the airport"

Malkin- 10:20 "Hello? I'm waiting for my plane, lay overs or something."

Malkin- 10:45 "BOOOOORRRREEEEDDDDDDD...."
Malkin- 11:30 "Snuggly Bear! Answer your phone, I'm getting on the plane now."
Malkin- 3 missed calls.

Malkin- 11:45 "They're making us turn our phones off now. Did you even notice I left???"

I sighed, looking around the empty apartment. It really needed some more furniture but I could care less as long as I have my TV, couch and bed.

My eyes shifted to a couple pictures on the TV stand. One was a photo of my brother Kyle. It was one of him and his old girlfriend. A picture of my mother and my father sat next to it, collecting dust.
I don't like my parents much. My father and I fought a lot, had an abusive past with him as well . Tell he walked out on the family. My mother has always been the ditsy kind of woman. Who misses everything and doesn't really care. Possibly how she dealt with my father leaving so easily.

Though after he left, non of us heard of him again. We all thought for the better, and that he just didn't want to deal with us. Or that he got drunk and killed off somewhere. We didn't care. Or at least I didn't.

I thought about going and seeing her. I hadn't since my brother died, and she probably has forgotten me...

So I got up, letting the blood rush back down to my legs, and grabbing my keys and phone off the table.

I got on my bike, smiling as the engine roared. I loved that bike, almost as much as Malkin, but don't tell him that.

I left the parking lot and kicked down the highway to mother's....

Her house was a typical old person's home, I guess it's typical at least. The front was pristine, with flours, bushes, perfectly cut grass, paint on the house that seemed to be new, and a big red door drawing you to her layer.

I fixed myself, looking down to my white Vneck, blue and white plaid shorts and my black Pumas.

She never liked the fact that I was gay, but man did she love Malkin. It kind of bothered me cause I never had the connection with her that he's managed to make.

I raised my fist to knock on the door when it opened in front of me. It startled me a little, but her upright figure looked at me.

Her hazel eyes, never losing it's gaze looked into my deeper green-hazel eyes.

Her eyebrows lowered and turned into her living room. This meant "come in."

"Hi" I said, walking in and closing the door behind me. I attempted to take my shoes off, but gave up so I could leave faster when I needed too. "How did you know I was here?" I asked looking around the non-familiar room.

She moved into a smaller bungalow when Kyle moved out of our childhood home. I didn't care, I wanted to burn that house down, always gave me nightmares.

"Where's Malkin?" She asked without saying hello back.

"Uh... Not here." I simply said. Not wanting to admit that I didn't remember where he rushed off to.

"I heard your motor bike. I thought I told you to get serious and by a BMW, or a Chevy or something." She said sitting in her purple chair by the fireplace. I rolled my eyes and sat across from her on the back leather couch. She was smoking her same old cigarette. The old one from the 1920's that was a long stick. I definitely got my smoking addiction from her.

It still smelled like my father's aftershave so I got up and moved to the other chair next to the fireplace.

Her eyes watched outside instead of me, I adjusted my drown leather bracelet on my wrist and swallowed, "Are you not happy to see me?"
"When your brother died, I lost both my sons..." She snapped back, still not looking at me.

"I had nothing to do with Kyle's death, you know that. He commi-" I stopped before I got into more trouble.

She batted an eye at me and looked back at the window.

"What do you need? Money? I thought you had a job." She obviously didn't want my presence. I guess I deserved it since I never came to visit her. But you can understand why...

"No, I'm fine with money thank you, and Bob's Car Mechanic is doing just fine, I get plenty of income." I softly said. I quit looking at her and around the room to the empty walls. The fireplace held a large painting of a forest scenery, close to night. I remember the painting being in her room at the old house.

"So you're getting all your money off of Malkin eh? How the hell did you afford that bike anyways?" She bickered on, I wasn't enjoying myself.
"Mom, I'm not living off of any of Malkin's money! Cut it will you? I need to ask you something about Kyle." I said changing the subject.

"Huh?" He questioned simply. Except I didn't know how to answer 'Huh'.

"Kyle...killed himself because he went crazy right?" I asked reassuring the facts.

"Kyle died because of you, Chastin." I clenched my right fist when she said that.

"Will you please stop blaming me for his death!I hadn't even seen him for maybe six months before he passed!" I raised my voice quite loudly, but keeping myself calm. My fist just kept getting tighter.

"You killed Kyle, Chastin. Stop denying it. If you really want to know how crazy he got before his life came to and end, I have a box of his things in the hall closet. Take it home and please get out of my house." I couldn't see the emotion from her face at all. I got up from the chair and retrieved the box from her closet. It had Kyle's name written on it in cursive. I clenched it near me and went for the door.

I said a simple "Fuck you" and closed the door behind me.

I strapped the box to the back of my bike and road home.

If fire could mimic my emotions, I would be engulfed in flames.