So.... this is the fanfiction scenario im reading-
Slender Man:
Wait, no you didn’t. No the hell you didn’t lol. Mans looks like a Ken Doll below the belt y’aint doing me like this. You go back inside, wondering why you answered a call in which no one made.
Slender Man:
Wait, no you didn’t. No the hell you didn’t lol. Mans looks like a Ken Doll below the belt y’aint doing me like this. You go back inside, wondering why you answered a call in which no one made.
on September 14, 2022
on September 14, 2022
Morning!
on September 14, 2022
goodnight peeps
on September 13, 2022
This is the imaginative story i wrote for english homework
Before, I begin, I’d like to say that this was inspired by the youtube series, ‘Marble Hornets’ this character aren’t mine nor do they belong to me and this is done from 2010-2011
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Imagine, you’ve been running from a faceless demon that you and your friends call the Operator. The only way you know how to stay sane is a simple Camcorder from 1985. The Camera is always running; making it feel like it's your lifeline See More to safety and the savior of your sanity, and the sleepless nights are filled with going through hours of video tapes to post to the youtube channel you’ve titled, “Marble Hornets.” At first, it was just a silly little project, A play that you and your friends made, but now it's much worse your current situation…. Is running from your old friend and the old director of the play, Alex. The empty corridors of the abandoned, school, hospital, whatever; are musty and hard to breath in, not helping with your situation at all. Out of the corner of your eye as you were sprinting for what felt like your life, you saw the camera… It was still running.
Imagine, after you finally escaped Alex, you were huddled in a little corner of your small, twin-sized bed everyone was given when they checked in, the other even smaller twin sized bed at the other end, both beds had a sidetable and a small lamp on it, with two drawers, though one was wedged shut by who knows what, the walls once white now yellow with the dingy little light that was off, the entire room was dim, and the scratchy and warm blanket was over your legs, being propped up by the pillow from your bed and the other bed. You slowly reached over and opened the camcorder, you scrolled until about a year before all the puzzles and riddles began. It showed a video of one of your camera mates slamming a cake into Alex’s face, It was his birthday and you all got together to celebrate it… A tear slid down your cheek, you wondered where the time had gone, the happy memories, the fourth of July Barbecue at Brian’s house. Where had the time gone, it almost felt like yesterday you all were still in college, laughing and chatting at lunch like that moment would go on forever, if only you weren’t so naive then, you thought, then it would have been better, but it doesn’t matter now, your only goal is to hold onto sanity and figure out what the Operator wants…
Before, I begin, I’d like to say that this was inspired by the youtube series, ‘Marble Hornets’ this character aren’t mine nor do they belong to me and this is done from 2010-2011
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.
Imagine, you’ve been running from a faceless demon that you and your friends call the Operator. The only way you know how to stay sane is a simple Camcorder from 1985. The Camera is always running; making it feel like it's your lifeline See More to safety and the savior of your sanity, and the sleepless nights are filled with going through hours of video tapes to post to the youtube channel you’ve titled, “Marble Hornets.” At first, it was just a silly little project, A play that you and your friends made, but now it's much worse your current situation…. Is running from your old friend and the old director of the play, Alex. The empty corridors of the abandoned, school, hospital, whatever; are musty and hard to breath in, not helping with your situation at all. Out of the corner of your eye as you were sprinting for what felt like your life, you saw the camera… It was still running.
Imagine, after you finally escaped Alex, you were huddled in a little corner of your small, twin-sized bed everyone was given when they checked in, the other even smaller twin sized bed at the other end, both beds had a sidetable and a small lamp on it, with two drawers, though one was wedged shut by who knows what, the walls once white now yellow with the dingy little light that was off, the entire room was dim, and the scratchy and warm blanket was over your legs, being propped up by the pillow from your bed and the other bed. You slowly reached over and opened the camcorder, you scrolled until about a year before all the puzzles and riddles began. It showed a video of one of your camera mates slamming a cake into Alex’s face, It was his birthday and you all got together to celebrate it… A tear slid down your cheek, you wondered where the time had gone, the happy memories, the fourth of July Barbecue at Brian’s house. Where had the time gone, it almost felt like yesterday you all were still in college, laughing and chatting at lunch like that moment would go on forever, if only you weren’t so naive then, you thought, then it would have been better, but it doesn’t matter now, your only goal is to hold onto sanity and figure out what the Operator wants…
on September 13, 2022
hoi-
meh it got a bit worse, but im doing a free writing project for homework and im having a lot of fun!
on September 13, 2022
on September 13, 2022
IM BACK- TESTS SUCK- How are you!
on September 13, 2022
One last thing, I love this quote, " 2 days ago I was happily picking out his next pair of platform boots and now I was crumbled up on an expensive bathroom floor talking to some f*cking monster." Story of my life- now bai, see ya tomorrow
on September 12, 2022
I gotta go.. sorry- see ya tomorrow stay safe!
on September 12, 2022
hey on the 16th, how bout we all sign on just in case it doesn't shut down, kay?
on September 12, 2022
IM BACK!!!!!
on September 12, 2022
And i am on and off- class
on September 12, 2022