STOP THE OPERATOR

life   shivers ,   melts ,   and   moves   on .   the   pain   says ,   " i   have   come   for   you . "   you   look   upon   it   and   say ,   yes ,   i've   kept   you   waiting   too   long   -  let's   embrace   as   equals .

[maskiller]

# MASKILLER - 18 + , independent , selective , private masky of marble hornets and slenderman lore . stabbed by bec , 20 . ... DOC.

[maskiller]

hey y’all.......... i made another fucjing blog.....

[maskiller]

STARTER   CALL :   @lttlesally​

          “   THE   MASK   KEEPS   ME   SAFE .   ”    they   assure ,   although   it   is   hand   -   hand   with   the   paranoia   caused   by   the   operator .    while   it   is    strapped   around   their   head   securely ,    a    gloved    hand   raises    and   presses    it    to    their   features ,    as    if    it    was   going   to    be   pulled   away   at   some   point .    the   last   thing   they   want   is   their   safety   to   be   torn   away ,    because   to   be   open   to   the   operator   was   a   death   sentence   in   his   book .

          “   you   have   a   safety   net ,   too ,   right ?   ”   they   question ,    anxiety   lacing   in   their   voice .   they’re   not   too   used   to   being   honest   with   people ,   after    all .   “   what   keeps   you   safe ?   ”

[maskiller]

STARTER CALL :     @pictureperfectfxce​

           TIM   CLEANS   THE   END   OF   THEIR   BLADE   TIRELESSLY ,   wiping   away   splats   of   blood   that’d   seemed   to   stain   from   the   last   conflict   they’d   gotten   tangled   up   in .    they   were   more   of   a   strategist   when   it   came   to   fights ,   they   loved   to   stay   hidden   and   study   their   target   -   so   a   few   bumps   and   bruises   were   common .   this   one   resulted   with   someone   who   had   fought   back   like   crazy   -   a   long   gash   had   torn   through   their   jacket   and   a   shallow   wound   had   been   inflicted   along   his   bicep .   he   pays   little   heed   to   it   now .

           “   son   of   a   bitch ,   they   fought   back   hard !!   i’m   never   surprising   someone   again .   ”   they   mention   casually ,   a   wet   rag   scrubbing   off   copious   amounts   of   dried   blood   from   his   hands   and   knife .   honeydew   gaze   falls   to   their   companion .   “   i   don’t   know   how   you   do   it .    that   was   stressful   at   best .   ”

[maskiller]

STARTER    CALL ,    i’m   tryna   put   in   work   on   tumblr   before   i   gotta   go  back   to   mi   job

[vaememes]

☾    HOCUS   POCUS     (  1993  )    SENTENCE    PROMPTS   .

*  A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF HOCUS POCUS PROMPTS, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

‘   look at that. another glorious morning…it makes me sick!  ‘

‘   you know, ive always wanted a child.  ‘

‘   come out, my dear. we will not harm thee. ‘

‘   my ungodly book speaks to you.. ‘

‘   we shall be back, and the lives of all the children of salem will be mine!   ‘

‘   come, we fly! ‘

‘   it’s just a bunch of hocus pocus!   ‘

‘   damn,  damn! double damn!   ‘

‘   i killed you once, i shall kill you again, you maggoty mouth feicance!   ‘

‘   it doesn’t matter how young or old you are, you sold your soul!   ‘

‘   you’re the ugliest thing that’s ever lived, and you know it!   ‘

‘   i’ll always take care of you.  ‘

‘   but he can’t die. remember?  ‘

‘   you’ll never know how precious she is until you lose her.  ‘

‘   nothing good can come from this book. you got it?! ‘

‘   there aren’t enough children in the world to make thee young and beautiful!  ‘

‘   i shall always be with you.  ‘

‘   thanks for lighting that candle. ‘

‘   the witches are dead. ‘

‘   my soul’s finally free. you freed me, [name]. ‘

‘   so take her to the movies like a normal person.   ‘

‘   next year, we go trick-or-treating as wendy and peter pan… ‘

‘   look just do this one thing for me, and i’ll do anything you say.  ‘

‘   this is the girl of my dreams.  ‘

‘   i like your costume, [name].  ‘

‘   what do you call them, [name]? yabbos? ‘

‘   what took thee so long?   ‘

‘   i had to wait three hundred years for a virgin to light a candle.  ‘

‘   it stands to reason, does it not, sisters dear? ‘

‘   we evaporate! we cease to exist! ‘

‘   aren’t you broads a little old to be trick or treating?  ‘

‘   we’ll be younger in the morning.  ‘

‘   why? why was i cursed with such idiot sisters?  ‘

‘   don’t get your knickers in a twist!  ‘

‘   sucking the lives out of little children!  ‘

‘   we’re just three kindly old spinster ladies. ‘

‘   spending a quiet evening at home.  ‘

‘   well, tell me friend, what is this contraption? ’

‘   well, what does it say?  ‘

‘   it says to form a circle a salt to protect from zombies, witches, and old boyfriends .  ‘

‘   i’ve waited centuries to say that.  ‘

‘   go to hell! ‘

‘   oh! i’ve been there, thank you. i found it quite lovely.  ‘

‘   i am alive!  ‘

‘  damn that boy, he’s tricked us again. ‘

‘   oh, you’re right, you’re always right.  ‘

‘   it’s my curse, that and you two!  ‘

‘   say what you want; just don’t breathe on me! ‘

‘   amock! amock! amock!  ‘

‘   i am beautiful! boys will love me! ‘

‘   [name] likes your yabbos. in fact, he loves them!   ‘

‘   couldn’t you forget about being a cool teenager just for one night?  ‘

‘   hang him on a hook and let me play with him! ‘

‘   this is….this is terribly uncomfortable. ‘

‘   i put a spell on you and now your mine  ‘

‘   a virgin lit the candle.  ‘

‘   i suggest we form a calming circle.  ‘

‘   i smell children!  ‘

‘   why was I cursed with such idiot sister?!  ‘

‘   twist the bones and bend the back.   ‘

‘   i’ve always wanted a child. and now i think i’ll have one on toast!  ‘

‘   come little children, i’ll take thee away.   ‘

‘   life is sweet, be not shy. on thy feet. so sayeth i! ‘

‘   it is a prison for children. ‘

‘   what is this place?  ‘

‘   it reeks of children!  ‘

‘  okay that’s it, party’s over! get out of my house!  ‘

‘  they call me master. ‘

‘  shove it, satan!  ‘

‘  ooh. thou mustn’t speak to master in such a manner. ‘

‘  wait ‘til you see what i’m gonna call you.  ‘

‘  hello, i want my book. ‘

‘  we desire children. ‘

‘  i don’t think there’s gonna be a problem.  ‘

‘  i couldn’t wear anything like that because i don’t have any.  ‘

‘  'tis firm! 'tis firm as stone! ‘

‘  why! it’s a road!  ‘

‘  dead man’s toe! dead man’s toe! dead! dead! dead! ‘

‘  pull over! let me see your driver’s permit!  ‘

‘  i need one of those instant ice packs.  ‘

‘  oh man, how come it’s always the ugly chicks that stay out late? ‘

‘  now you must suffer the consequences! ‘

‘  i’m going to summon the burning rain of death!  ‘

‘  look, he makes fire in his hand. ‘

‘  no, no! he’s a good zombie. ‘

‘  i hate it when that happens.  ‘

‘  i hate halloween! ‘

‘  i brought the witches back from the dead. see, i even have the book. ‘

‘  look, I’ll get it tattooed on my forehead, okay?  ‘

‘  are you a virgin?  ‘

‘  let’s light this sucker and meet the old broads. ‘

‘  sisters, satan has married medusa. see the snakes in her hair.  ‘

‘  i can’t believe you made me move here!  ‘

‘  the witches are back from the dead and they’re after us.  ‘

‘  how much candy have you had, honey? ‘

‘ all hallow’s eve has become a night of frolic, where children wear costumes and run amok! ‘

[maskiller]

          “   BUSTED   MY   ASS   THIS   MORNING   chasing   down   the   foodtruck   guy .   don’t   know   why   he   was   running ,   i   just   wanted   a   sandwich .   ”

[ohisms]

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 .    (   angst - oriented  sentence  starters .   dark  &  potentially triggering  themes  are  present .   )  

❛  no …   no ,   why  would  you  do  that ?  ❜ ❛  fight  back .   fight  back !  ❜ ❛  when  were  you  going  to  tell  me ?  ❜ ❛  don’t  fucking  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  you  promised .   you  fucking  promised .  ❜ ❛  i  never  wanted  to  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  run .   run  &  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you’re  a  fucking  stereotype .  ❜ ❛  please  don’t  go …   please  don’t  go .  ❜ ❛  i’m  putting  you  out  of  your  misery .  ❜ ❛  what  makes  you  think  i’d  listen  to  a  word  you  say ?  ❜ ❛  this  is  what  you  think  love  is ??  ❜ ❛  i  never  should’ve  trusted  you .  ❜ ❛  i  love  you .   is  that  what  you  wanted  to  hear ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  so  fucking  pathetic .  ❜ ❛  nobody  can  help  me .  not  even  you .  ❜ ❛  don’t  act  like  you  know  me .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  got  my  own  shit  to  deal  with .  ❜ ❛  i’m  saying  my  goodbyes .  ❜ ❛  please  don’t  go .  ❜ ❛  i’d  rather  drop  dead .  ❜ ❛  i  loved  you ,  you  know ?  ❜ ❛  talk  to  me .  ❜ ❛  what ,   was  i  just  a  charity  case ??  ❜ ❛  i  feel  so  fucking  stupid .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  be  alone .  ❜ ❛  that’s  low ,   even  for  you .  ❜ ❛  say  that  again ,   i  fucking  dare  you .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t …  i  can’t  feel  my  -  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  fucking  tired ,   i  just …   i  can’t .  ❜ ❛  we’ve  missed  so  much .  ❜ ❛  what ,   you’re  gonna  shoot  me ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  nothing .  ❜ ❛  stop  looking  at  me  like  that .   like  i’m  broken .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  lost  a  lot  of  blood .  ❜ ❛  don’t  shut  me  out .  ❜ ❛  it’s  not  real .   it’s  not  real .  ❜ ❛  you’re  just  saying  what  i  want  to  hear .  ❜ ❛  i  swear ,   i’ll  kill you .  ❜ ❛  stop …   just  stop  fucking  lying .   stop .  ❜ ❛  just  tell  me  what  you  did .  ❜ ❛  i  already  know  what  you  did ,   i  just  want  to  hear  it  from  you .  ❜ ❛  i  needed  you  to  be  different .  ❜ ❛  how  long  has  it  been  since  you’ve  eaten ?  ❜ ❛  put  the  [ gun / knife ]  down .  ❜ ❛  what  do  you  want  from  me ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve  lost  so  much  time .  ❜ ❛  i  really  fucking  hate  you ,   sometimes .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  …   i  can’t ,   i  can’t  do  this  today .  ❜ ❛  you  know ,   i  never  wanted  to  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  i  shouldn’t  have  to  beg  you  to  love  me .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  owe  you  shit .  ❜ ❛  don’t  say  it ,   don’t  fucking  say  it .  ❜ ❛  it  sounds  like  you’ve  been  crying …  ❜

[vampyre666-archive]

Masky!

[maskiller]

   (   ... * LCNGDAYS !   )

It had perhaps helped the Operator that they’d come into this paranoid. It certainly wasn’t helping Sass any, but for the Operator to find one already to on edge with paranoia it’s been labeled as part of their personality… Well, that made them an easy target, didn’t it? They should have been an easy target. But there had been something, some sort of tenacity, that had made them anything but. Call it perseverance, call it determination. Call it whatever name you desired, it all amounted to the same. 

Sass would not back down. And they wouldn’t stay down when they fell, either. How many times should they have died? How many times had the video cut when it seemed that there would never ne another upload? Certainly no less than anyone one else who’d gotten themselves intertwined in this calamity, but why did it almost seem like there were more instances with them? Something was keeping them alive, maybe? Something protecting them? 

Or something else entirely? 

Whatever it was, it didn’t matter at the moment. Sass was in the church, hunkered, staring down at what they’d taken off of the doors earlier that morning. Drawn pages, ones that reminded them of the Marble Hornets story, or the game that had been based off of it. It was possibly they’d drawn them themself, sure, and pasted them out there, but the video of them sleeping told otherwise. It hadn’t been them. They needed to get another camera to watch outside. And they would. Next time they went out, the next video they uploaded, the speculation, the-

Pale, shaky hands drop the pages to the dusty ground below them, their heart racing as they stand up abruptly, whipping around to the window they’d heard the noise from. They saw nothing, no, but they’d heard it. They knew they’d heard it, they weren’t crazy, they weren’t, and they weren’t hearing things. The thoughts are vehement and immediate, the true sign that they feared they were, and they might be had crossed their mind more than once. 

They ignore it and look around the empty church. 

Empty, except for them, of course. 

And now something was outside The idea of someone doesn’t really enter their mind, all adrenaline and righteous anger and thinly veiled panic that it was the Operator or it was something else. The thing with the feathers, maybe. There was not much choice, though, was there? If the church was no longer safe, they couldn’t stay here. They’d have to keep moving. God damnit. 

Gathering their things quickly and shoving them into their backpack- a heavy duty thing with sharks printed all over it- they swing it over one shoulder and pull out their camera. They stare down at it a moment too long, wondering, not for the first time, what it was about them. What was it about the camera that compelled them, and the people like them, to film it? To film it and be almost crippled without the camera? They pull their eyes away, flicking the camera on and carefully going to the door of the church. They wait there a moment, listening, trying to decide whether or not something was waiting just on the other side for them. 

After a moment, they unbolt the door and swing the creaky door open hard and fast, no use wasting time now. In the hand that doesn’t hold the camera, a machete with a pink ribbon tied carefully around it. What would a machete do against a faceless monster? Almost certainly nothing, but it had been a staple of the show since the start. They weren’t about to abandon it now. 

“Fuck OFF evil CREATURES.” Shouted into the daylight, both a show for the viewers and to force their confidence as they begin to walk the perimeter. 

          TIM   HAD   A   REASON   FOR   THEIR   METHODS   -   paranoid   people   can   be   dangerous ,   so   in   turn ,   they   themself   were   dangerous   too .   caution   would   never   be   thrown   to   the   wind   when   you’re   always   looking   over   your   shoulder ,   after   all ,   and   not   only   was   tim   already   defensive ,    but   they   too   found   themself   almost   constantly   wrought   with   fear .   they   tighten   their   grip   around   their   backpack   from   their   crouched   position   beneath   the   window ,   trained   ears   listening   to   the   shuffling   going   on   from   inside   the   building .   from   the   way   that   this   person   was   moving ,   there’s   no   rush   to   come   out   of   hiding   just   yet .   they   had    to   be   absolutely   certain   that   this   was   the   right   move ,    and   sometimes   it   took   days   for   them   to   settle   on   what   to   do   next .   tepid   steps   move   along   the   side   of   the   building ,   careful   steps   taking   heed    to   the   vegetation   and   to   not   crunch   the   leaves   and   create   noise .           they   peer   around   the   building ,   eyes   watching   from   afar .   maybe   they   themself   made   certain   movements   that   rode   in   similarity   to   the   operator ,    but   at   this   point   they   couldn’t   care .   they    needed   to   protect   themself ,   and   that   was   the   most   important   thing .   they   may   be   primal   at   times ,    but   with   reason .

          ...   and   then   they   remove   the   mask .    there’s   no   reason   for   it    just   yet .    they   tuck   it   away   into   their    backpack ,    and   withdraw   their   hunting   knife ,   aged    but    it   has    never   failed   to   keep   them   safe .           this   person   was   looking   to   protect   themselves   from   the   operator ,   it   seems ,    and   paranoia   had   completely   removed   the   possibility   of   a   masked   stalker   having   been   the    one   behind   the   bangs   against    the   window   for   them .   fair   enough .   tim   rises   from   the   brush ,    but   they   don’t   reveal   their   spot   just   yet .   study ,   study ,    study .          moments   pass   of   the   study .    the   moments   grow   to   minutes .    then   they   reveal   themselves ,    the   bass    of    their   voice   growly   and   defensive .    they   seem   to   forget    that   they   were    the   one   who   approached   sass   and   not   the   other   way   around .   they   respond   to   the   shout   that   was   blatantly   not   direct   to   him .   “   NO .   ”

[cinnamonrollwhump]

The End of the F***ing World s01e04

[bringcal]

random

[gothicmusings]

[maskiller]

          “   BUSTED   MY   ASS   THIS   MORNING   chasing   down   the   foodtruck   guy .   don’t   know   why   he   was   running ,   i   just   wanted   a   sandwich .   ”

[pissyass]

//mask maintenance

[maskiller]

   (   ... * NAIVEFRENZY !   )

“ ARE YOU SURE YOU WANNA HEAR MORE ?  w-what if i ain’t worth the while ? “ 

          DEEP   FROWN   SETTLES   ON   THEIR   FEATURES ,   though   this   goes   unseen   from   behind   the   mask .   their   hands   are   shaky   beneath   gloves   and   curled   around   their   knife ,   though   they   make   no   move   to   harm   her .   the   story   behind   how   anyone   finds   themselves   in   a   similar   position   to   what   they   were   in   is   much   worth   their   while .

          “   ...   yes   i’m   sure .   your   story   is   important .   ”

[maskiller]

  (   ... * LCNGDAYS !   )

The clues had always been there, but only if you’d been paying attention. 

Paranoid from the start, Sass, the host of Slenderverse Explained, had never said their exact location. However, when shit started to hit the fan, they started to lay the framework for where they could be found, should it come down to that. They hadn’t been shy, even in the beginning, to mention they lived in Pennsylvania, western Pennsylvania at that. In between Pittsburgh and Erie, where I-79 and I-80 met. There were maybe four spot in between the two cities where that occurred.

When it started to get bad they’d done a walk through their town. Never showing street signs, but showing one of the businesses on Main Street, the only street in their tiny town that even had any businesses to show. 

It had only escalated from there, and they’d only gotten more cryptic. Locations in the middle of nowhere kept cropping up, these long, often shakily held shots would, for a moment, pause into still imagery, with coordinates hidden in the image, should anyone watching know anything about steganography. 

They didn’t want to be found, no, but they knew it was getting to the point where if someone was out there who could help… Let them come. 

Their latest video, posted two weeks prior entitled, Safe Room, had been one of those shots. In an old abandoned church, halfway rotted with ivy and deep in the back woods of PA, there head been coordinates when the shot became a still image. On the church door, still remarkably sound, had been a large symbol painted in red paint. They’d explained that the symbol allowed them cover for an unknown amount of time, the Operator could not see them so long as they were behind it. They didn’t know how long this would last, and leaving the church for anything other than a few hours was a fool’s errand. Especially since the trek out of the woods, into town, and back, left them a sitting duck. 

Or, running duck, really. 

But they had to get some place with internet access to upload the videos, to do research, and to eat. This wasn’t ideal, but it was what they had to work with. In the background of the video had been another clue. The sound of a river. They’d wished the audience to stay safe, and the video had ended. 

Should anyone come knocking, they’d find that the path taken through the woods was a bad one. The trail was barely there, it was muddy, there were bugs every where, and to get fully across it you had to pass through a swamp that banked the Allegheny River and the wood bridge was almost rotten and liable to give out if you stood in one place for too long. 

There was very little outside of the trees and the river. The muddy trail, the bugs, the stink, the realization that aside from the river and the buzzing of insects there were no sounds of any wildlife.

And then, there was a church. Like a mirage, in a clearing, dying from the chokehold of ivy but with spring flowers, daffodils and daisies and coltsfoot scattered out before it. 

And that red symbol painted on the door. 

There it was. Like a beacon of hope, or, maybe, it was more like a hole waiting for a body to be buried in it. 

          TIM   WAS   NO   STRANGER   TO   BIZARRE   TREKS ,   in   fact ,    he   was   intimately   familiar   with   going   on   uncomfortable   hikes   through   the   forest .   not   by   choice ,    but   more   -   so   thanks   to   the   sickness .   he’s   not   too   sure   what   he’s   seeking   out ,    but   he’s   come   this   far :   he’s   either   going   to   find   the   operator ,    or   the   answer   he’s   looking   for .           it   has   been   years   since   his   last   incident  -   one   where   he   was   brought   to   actions   that   he   himself   couldn’t   even   familiarize   with .   he   hated   when   people   sucked   themselves   into   this   mess .   it   always   found   a   way   to    drag   him  back   down ,   but   that   was   the   art   of   the   operator .   it’s   all   a   haze ;   it’s   always   been   a   haze .   he’s   never   seemed   to   find   the   proper   way   to   voice   his   troubles ,   instead ,   winding   it   all   up   inside   and   creating   the   mess   inside   his   head .   the   sickness   made   things   worse ,   it   made   it   jumbled ,   and   hand   -  in   -   hand   with   mental   illness ,   everything   came   clashing   together .   like   a   horror   symphony .           when   he   finds   himself   in   pennsylvania   on   yet   another   wild   goose   hunt ,    he   can’t   help   but   feel   the   churn   in   his   stomach   as   he   hiked   the   forest .   he’s   not   sure   what   he’s   looking   for ,   but   fear   tells   him   that   his   life   depended   on   it .

          HIS   GOLDEN   GAZE   FLICKS   ABOUT ,   carefully   trained   eyes   looking   for   it .   it’s   everywhere ,   but   the   forest   was   one   of   it’s   favorite   places   to   hide   in   plain  sight .   tim   was   adept   at   finding   it .   he   tried   to   always   be   one   step   ahead   of   the   operator ,   even   if   stopping   it   had   grown   to   feel   like   a   hopeless   battle .           he   swats   away   fretting   bugs   -   they   were   irritating ,   and   it   showed   on   his   expression   that’d   fallen   sour .   hands   come   to   his   backpack   straps   and   take   on   some   of   the   weight ,   giving   his   shoulders   and   back   a   rest .   hiking   boots   turn   in   muddy   soil ,   but   he   pays   no   mind ;   he   has   a   goal .    find   sass .   the   host   of   this   web   series   that’d   brought   life   back   to   his   history   that   he’d   wanted   desperately   to   be   stomped   out .   one    hand   comes   to   comb   throw   messy   locks ,   and   a   sigh   falls   through   his   lips .   on   this   meek   excuse   for   a   trail ,   he’d   started   to   feel   a   safeguard   nearby .   like   the   operator   was   distant .   this   feeling   was   ridiculously   foreign .           thirty   minutes   into   his   growingly   lost   and   aimless   hike ,   he’d   come   upon   it :   the   church .   he’d   felt   like   he   had   found   what   he   spent   weeks   researching .   regardless ,   something   that   felt   good   had   always   found   a   way   to   stab   him   in   the   back   later .   he   crouches   behind   a   tree ,   familiar   brown   leather   jacket   helping   him   to   blend   into   the   brush .   he   slides   off   his   backpack ,   shuffling   through   until   his   hands   land   on   the   mask .   maybe   there’s   little   point   in   it ,   but   he   straps   it   on   to   feel   safe .   he   peers   around   the   tree ,   searching   for   a   sign   of   life .   maybe .           he   notes   the   symbol   on   the   door ,   red   and   alive   with   protection .   behind   his   mask ,   he   furrows   a   brow .   he   doesn’t   understand   it .   sass   had   showed   signs   in   their   videos   of   the   operator’s   illness   eating   at   them   as   well ,   so   maybe   it   was   something   intwined   with   their   paranoia .           tim   does   not   approach   the   front   door   -   he’s   too   cautious   to   knock   and   directly   engage .   instead ,   in   his   position   low   to   the   ground ,   he   carefully   approaches   one   of   the   windows ,   hard   to   see   through   old   stained   glass ,   but   he   could   make   some   vague   blurs   out .   someone   was   staying   here .   he’d   found   sass .           he   knows   a   person   with   slender   sickness   is   on   their   last   legs ,   being   consumed   with   paranoia   and   constantly   looking   over   their   shoulder .   he   was   not   coming   in ,   they   were   coming   out .   in  a   swift   motion ,   he   bangs   thrice   upon   a   window   with   a   gloved   hand ,   and   ducks   out   of   sight .