Saturday, April 16, 2011

Why so Silent, Good Messieurs?

Did you think that I had left you for good?

Has it really only been two weeks? It feels so much longer. How long, I cannot say. My sense of time when I was in that place was off.

So where did I leave off? Last you heard from me, it seems I was angrily shouting at the heavens. So what did I do next? I started trying to break things; a perfectly rational response, in my opinion.
What’s this? You want me to relive some point in my childhood, Slendy? But what will you do if I decide not to play along with the event as it happened, and instead start a fire and burn the building down?
This time I’m back outside Javert’s house, on the night I made his family hostages? But what if this time, I politely knock at their door, help them cook dinner and have a nice chat before excusing myself and going home?
Oh, so you’re placing me in that desperate moment where I escaped my apartment, and was driving frantically down the interstate to get as much distance as I could from the police? How about I turn the car around, and then ram Javert’s patrol car head on?
Next you’re making me go through that time I killed Jason, except from his perspective? But what if when hallucination me tries to push me off, I grab his arm, break his fingers, throw him onto the ground, stomp on his head repeatedly, and then toss the limp body over?


I barely remember the specifics of it all. I don’t know if there was supposed to be a purpose or a message behind all the visions, but if there was, I ignored it. Possibly something about morality. Or what a bad, bad man I am. In the end, in spite of all these silly attempts to break my mind, my entire response could be summed up as “Screw this, I’m doing whatever I want”. Was I missing the entire point of this dream sequence-esque deal? Certainly. But there’s just something so satisfying about breaking the rules. Where I was expected to kill, I talked. Where I was expected to watch, I intervened. Where I was expected to run, I fought. Soon the experience ceased to be painful, and changed into a pleasure. It was exhilarating.

But Slendy did not seem to take kindly to me throwing aside the rules. The next few experiences were painful, to put it in the most understated tones. And they went on for a long time. A very long time.

Then everything ended abruptly, though it took my mind a while to understand that the pain had stopped. The world around me was completely black, as though covered in a complete darkness. Soon, a small light appeared. The light grew larger, as though coming closer, and its brightness intensified, until soon I was unable to look directly at it. Thoughts came unbidden to my mind as the light grew closer: that the light represented salvation, forgiveness, but most importantly, an end to the pain. Come into the light, accept it, and you will be freed from all anxiety and suffering. Leave this hell, and be at peace.

I didn’t have to think long.

With a smile, I leapt backwards, away from the light, further into the darkness.

I fell through the blackness for years without end. Or something poetic sounding like that. For a moment I closed my eyes, and then felt a thump as I touched the ground. When I opened them, I was lying on my mattress in Setoth’s apartment. Setoth was there as well, although his reaction to my sudden appearance was a bit disappointing. More of an “Oh, you’re back” than anything else. But I guess that sums it up best. Oh, well, it looks like I’m back.



  1. Only you would make it sound like a spirit quest for Sociopaths. Very interesting.

  2. A shame you have escaped the Labyrinth, murderer.

    I suppose I shall just have to come finish the job myself.

  3. This is great news!

    Hyde, if you were to murder a murderer, what would that make you?

  4. gladtosee you aLIve, Ark=ady.

    @hHYdde: th2ere isno mUrder amoNg thedead.

  5. Sometimes, Mr. tron, sacrifices must be made. One like Arkady must be eliminated for the good of many. If I must become a murderer to make the world a much better place, so be it.

  6. I hate to point out the obvious, but not only will you be a murderer. you will be a hypocrite.

  7. Kill him Hyde. Do it. Do the world a favor. I would do it myself, but this insect is not worth my time.

  8. A hypocrite? Yes, a hypocrite I am. But if a hypocrite does not do it, who else will?

    And find me, Mr. Glass Man? I laugh at the thought. As if someone like you could find someone like me. Do you even know my name? Do you even know where I lived? Do you even how old I am or what I look like? How, then, would you find me?

    I would watch myself if I were you, Arkady. I know exactly where you are. And I am on my way to end your life.

  9. I look forward to it, Hyde. It'll be a date.

  10. Good heavens. Such rage. Such passion.

  11. There's no common sense with you, Hyde. I guess all I can do is sit back, and let the world run its course.

  12. Forwhat cri2mes do thEse pe=ople wishhimdead?

    He ki9lled Jason. thisis uncOnTest=ed.
    he bUrnNed the foRrest. tHe hous2es were unINtenDed.
    he buR=ned the appAartmenTs butwas he exPEcted toletthe BEast killhim?

    forsome rEaSon manywishto avVen=ge the meMOry ofoneman. FiGht the tTort6urer inst=ead.

  13. Sane words from a madman.

    At first it was kind of a pain to understand you, Glass, but it's become quite entertaining.
    I still don't know if there are codes in your writing, though.