Oct 5, 2012
A proud grin creeps onto her face as she rocks herself back and forth outside of the window.
She'd done a good job right?
She was a good girl right, friend?
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A proud grin creeps onto her face as she rocks herself back and forth outside of the window.
She'd done a good job right?
She was a good girl right, friend?
that-slenderman started following you
Ooh, there was something new nearby! Death could feel the shift of energy, and press of a consciousness extremely alien from those of the mortals it moved between like a ghost. Then a creature materialized in front of her, for a split second, flickering out of existence to appear 10 feet closer, its full height bearing down on her.
"You're a Slenderman!" Death said happily, extending a hand, but not expecting the myth to know what to do with it, or want to shake it. "Welcome to the Universe! I'm Death of the Endless, and it's quite nice to meet you!"
that-slenderman replied to your post: Was there something sitting in your basement with you, Crane? You know… In the darkest corner here? No, you must just be crazy. Wait. No, you’re not crazy. Haha! Just do your best to ignore the static subtly present in your auditory senses.
Not unless your Gran had no face, dear Jonathan, then no, it wasn’t. Oh… Wait! Wait. Was the room suddenly turning colder than usual? …Why did it feel like pressure in this basement increased? You feel it… don’t you? Should you say something?
The question seems a lot less like my own and much more like something someone subtly hints towards in passive aggressive conversation. I don't have much choice. I have to talk to it. Ask it something. And why not? Talking to oneself is hardly out of my particular brand of ordinary.
But suddenly I feel... nauseous. And the sound gets louder. Where's Scarecrow? I can't feel him. It's just me.
Alone.
Alone in a dark basement with... whatever my psyche decided to vomit out this time.
"You weren't invited this evening. Shoo. Come back when I've shot something up."
Bad idea.
Was there something sitting in your basement with you, Crane? You know... In the darkest corner here? No, you must just be crazy. Wait. No, you're not crazy. Haha! Just do your best to ignore the static subtly present in your auditory senses.
Nothing's on. Nothing except the burners and the subtle fizzling of the chemicals at the far end. Sitting with a flashlight due to an overall lack of other sourced of light, I'm pretty comfortable in my little corner, all curled up with a pillow in my lap and a book in my hand. So where's the static coming from?
I look up at first to investigate the sound, but the corner across the room is darker than before. It's almost like looking through the lens of a camera when it's out of focus, and I have to blink because there are splotches of white in that corner. Polish my glasses against my shirt. Hm. Still there. Looks like... a dress shirt. With a tie. And some moony thing hovering above it. Hm. I must be high. Don't remember taking anything, though.
Well. It's not.... doing anything.Must just be Gran again. In a suit. Eight feet tall.
It's not Gran, is it?
You don't happen to hear any static noise, do you? No. Surely it was just your imagination. Yet, it seemed to feel as if gravity had actually gathered weight to it. As if the pressure of the world was suddenly starting to try to drag you to the center of the earth itself. Maybe, Doctor... Maybe you aren't alone tonight.
Static? The radio is off -- the television is unplugged. The gathering darkness of my lab is heavy, but it always is, and in the dim glow of phosphorescent chemicals at play, I can see the faintest hint of movement in the shadows. How... invigorating. Perhaps I've inhaled a little too much of the fumes from my craft, perhaps it's just my macabre thoughts running away with me. Yes. That has to be it, for the door hasn't moaned it's usual creaking fanfare and the window is bolted shut.
"Hah. You'd think I was a child again... imagining boogeymen in the night," I murmur, shaking my head and paying the disturbance no mind.
that-slenderman started following you
Even Talia al Ghul gets the hell out of dodge when Slenderman shows up.