There, I finally got a fucking signal on this piece of hit.
Hello readers of this blog, it's me, Justin. You may be wondering where Anthony is, right? Well, here's what happened, and I'm not good at thi blog thing so forgive me for being subtle.
Anthony's gone. No, he's not dead, but at this point he'd be better off. No, the big guy has his tentacles in the only person I can call a friend at this point. Through his own voilition or through mind fuckery, I haven't a clue and I doubt I ever will. Either way, he's gone, and now I'm totally alone at this point.
Woke up almost a week ago seeing Anthony lifting up his bat and swung it down almost near my head. I jump out of the way and kick him in the stomach and make him stumble. I assume the worst and head out of there, but not before I grabbed Anthony's laptop. Why? I figured it may come in handy at some point.
So as soon as that happens, I run out of there with no Anthony following me. Guess I'm stronger than I figured I was, heh. I run out of the house and turn around one more time and there he is, the big guy himself, in the upper floor of Anthony's house staring at me out the window. Prick.
You're wondering why I didn't say anything sooner, huh? I've been traveling anyway I can. Scrounging the ground for bus money, hitch hiking, and various other things. Only just got into Nebraska today, writing this in a Starbucks before I hit the road.
This thing does't have much charge left in it I'm afraid, so I'm trying to write this as fast as possible. If I can get a charge, or if something else happens, I'll try to write here, but for now, it looks like this will be the final post on this blog. Good riddance. This thing has ruined enough lives all ready.
I guess I should end it like a bad ass huh? Well, let's see.
You tall, pale son of a bitch. I know you're out there. I know you're proxies are probably reading this. Let me just tell you all this. One way or another, I'm killing the son of a bitch. I'll go down fighting before I submit. I'm getting Anthony back one way or another.
I'm coming for you.
-Justin.
Yeah, that's what I said months ago. And now one friend is dead. Me and my other friend will join him soon. Learn from our example dude, don't taunt the tall guy.
ReplyDeleteHuman's are so funny when they have false hope of defeating something they know nothing about. With the time left you should be trying to find the weak points, studying him, allowing him to get just close enough to see what his weakness is, but just by doing that doesn't mean you'll be able to kill him or delay him. Only mystical/mythical creatures generally can destroy each other when it come's to matters like this, and Slender-sama isn't very well known in the human world, but in the world of God's, Demon's, and Creature's he is well known. Look to this realm to help you because there is more out there than you know. Gambatte ne! Sayonara. P.S Find a demon...
ReplyDeleteListen and learn fools. Next time you think about taunting my supreme ruler, remember poor Justin. Why hasn't he posted in almost a month? Dead. Like M, and so many others. Run, little children, run and hide.
ReplyDeleteDo you honestly think you can even harm him? Indeed, there are ways, but you couldn't even possibly fathom them. If we could even possibly recommend something to you, it would be to let go. But you won't. You runners are all the same. Unintelligent, and blind to His true master plan. And for that reason you will die, broken and pathetic.
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What the hell is it with you people? He ain't posted nothin' in almost 4 months, he's probably dead. Not always, but usually that's how it goes. So for Christ's sake, quit raping the dead blog! Necrophiliac freak.
ReplyDeleteStay frosty. We're always watching.
Oh my gosh why do these blogs always end like this? it's like the person got tired of their story or couldn't think of anything else to write about Slenderman so they just gave up and ended it abruptly.
ReplyDeleteOh well back to TV Tropes to find the next one.