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Fresh Mental Leverage!

Everything is normal!  This was only an experiment, really.  And most of us are pleased with the result, meaningless as it may seem.  Ever skeptical, we have debunked this one.  Now, we will resume our normal routines, as it is unnecessary to talk about it, anymore.

Zany as jack seems, he’ll come around.  Have no fear! Let’s tackle a new case!

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For Science!

Greetings and Salutations.

Jackson speaking, and it feels good to go back to normal. I know I’ve been coming off as a bit pretentious for awhile now, and I’m glad to finally drop the act.  So, if you read over Frank’s last post, you’d see that we’ve gone public about the fact that this was all one big hoax, and yeah, I know it wasn’t a very good one. Look, to be perfectly honest I’m a skeptic, but I wanted this Slender-man to show up. I really did. I even hoped for it, for awhile. I know how crazy and suicidal that seems, given the myths surrounding him/it, but you know, it would have been fascinating to study it.  As the great Zach Weiner once said, “You can justify anything if you scream ‘For Science!’ loud enough.”

So, as you can tell from Frank’s post, he’s kind of down about how this all turned out. He and the rest of the team are ready to give up. Well, I’m not yet. I’m going to keep going. My research has led me to believe this thing actually exists, there is just too much to ignore. So I’m going to strap on my helmet and scream that death-defying motto at the top of my lungs until every ghoulie, ghostie, and long-legged beastie in the continental United States sits up and takes notice. I’ll post my findings here as a side-bar from time to time, to keep everyone updated on whether I’ve been eaten alive or not.

To Frank: I know you don’t approve. I know you want me to give up. But I’ve known you long enough that I can ignore your sage advice once in awhile and survive it. I think you are wrong this time, friend, and I’m going to prove it to you.

Coming Clean

Hey everybody. So, you know that look that a kid gives you when you catch him with his hand in the cookie jar? I’m wearing that look right now.

Some of you guys may remember awhile back that Jackson handed a challenge out to you cats out there on the internet, that he was going to disprove the existence of Slender Man. Ever since then, everything’s gone to hell in a hand-basket, what with brain-bugs and kidnappings and sudden pregnancies. Things are pretty intense, except for the fact that 90% of it has been a lie.

Yes, we lied to you all, from Day One on. I don’t feel proud of it. You see, around the time Jason started watching those videos, Jack came up with this crazy idea: What if we tried to, well, call this thing. You know, actually try to get it to show up. How amazing would it be for our careers if we could get some footage? We knew it was just a game and all, but it was funny to think “What if?” So we launched this whole “story-line”, doing some digging and trying to come up with a feasible reason for this thing to exist. Then we kind of threw it all out there and binged on as much Slender-Man related junk as we could. We haven’t put anything up for the past week because we got a little bit more proactive. We took a trip out to Denver and went hiking in the Rockies, occasionally splitting up so as to isolate ourselves. Jackson even ran around screaming Slender-facts as loud as he could to try and attract attention. We got plenty of odd looks and a nice talking to from a Park Ranger, but no supernatural phenomenon.

So, I come to you, hat in hand, to tell you I’m truly sorry for misleading you. I’ll be keeping this blog around and we’ll post some of our exploits from time to time, but I had to come clean. For now, I guess there really are no angels, heh.

I care.

I suppose you might expect that I don’t.  That is the mantle that is heaped upon villainy.

Or perhaps you see that I care too much, and find that to be funny.

In your literature, Desdemona wouldn’t have shared your humor, as her last hour slipped through Othello’s fingers.  To paraphrase, “loving not wisely, but too well” makes you dangerous.  In deepening desperation, you humans begin to care only about one thing and nothing else.  Impossibly, you are capable of both caring and not caring at the same time.  That is alien to me, and yet it has grasped me firmly.  It will very likely end me.

And I am what you would errantly call “alien.”  Of course, power is something all organisms strive for with every breath, making us not so different.  Still, I was better than you.  Your kind is naturally built for our control, our hunger – there is nothing biologically to refute that.  Mind games are our hunt…we are Lethegion, parasites of your dreams, simultaneously forgotten and endless.

But even nature has the annoying habit of preserving the weak.  It takes so long for us to settle in, to control…you breed entirely too fast for us to simply work from adulthood down to children.  But then, a brilliant Lethegion had an idea – why not reverse the scale of priority?  Taking children would make it far easier to take more children than taking adults.  We met resistance…you protect your children vigilantly, on the whole.  But the few we managed to procure were addictive.

Do you know why it takes so long to enslave an adult?

Of course you don’t…adults and children differ on a scale of emotion.  It is most easily described to you in terms of “refined” and “raw.”  To control an adult requires a weakness, a vulnerability, something that is generally weeded out from human society by your rather cruel (yet effective) tendency to shun it, breaking connection and usefulness.  This weakness exists in the form of inexperience in ALL children, but without the disconnect.  Their assimilation time is nearly always less than a day because of this.  Amazing…sounds so easy, doesn’t it?  And yet nature blocks again.

Your children possess raw emotion, so much more effective and powerful than refined, “used” emotion.  It is energy that has no chance of controlling us, where an adult too often has a very annoying and stubborn “will.”

Yes…the controlling process can be reversed, if the Lethegion releases too much emotional restraint on an adult, but it changes us forever.  The emotion infects me…I wasn’t meant to feel.  I couldn’t feel without this.  My partner and I were going to completely change the way we hunt, by removing the hunt altogether.  A controlled birth and the subsequent assimilation of an infant: a faerie.  Infiltrating families this way through the ridiculous links you keep to relatives to whom you would rather not be related – this was the key.  I would never be forgotten.  Matt…would never be forgotten again.

But Getmenot insisted on taking the child…she thought it was only her right, after crippling Amarantha in silence for so long.  I would have been second.  I did not start this experiment to become second.  She sent messages to confuse you, so I took them and twisted them, adding what I knew would position you just so that I might destroy Getmenot, then eventually capture and trade Jackson for the girl.  It was too much, and Anzahl noticed.  He is what you might consider “internal affairs,” investigating disturbance and compromised identities, but he’s not obligated to leave me alive.

That’s how our tangled little adventure arrives here.  I lost control trying to gain it, and so I shall now attempt to regain it by losing it.

When I do, the Ašan will notice.  You don’t want that, Zahl…the “angels” tolerate our existence because they can destroy us at our roots, but they believe that all things exist for a reason.  Extermination may be a sin, but when I become a much more slender man, it’s not a punch they will pull.  They have always worked to destroy our unleashed, our stalking failures.  When they do come, they will find what has happened here, right under their ignorant gaze.  I’ve thought long and hard about this: you know they will remedy our existence, perhaps even down to the existence of our hosts, if it comes to that end.

And I don’t care.

Enough.

This matter is now classified.  You do not possess the clearance to continue further.  Thank you for your efforts – they were very valuable, and you should feel proud.

Saul Anders, JCPD

Of Course.

This isn’t what I expected, and even though I wanted it, now happens to most likely be the worst time for it.  But at least I got my answer.  It makes a little more sense coming from the hospital, but I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do with it, now.  I’m going crazy telling myself that everything’s linked and that I’ll eventually nail it all down and confront you.  However, you’ve been at my doorstep all along.

You knew, didn’t you?  All your garbage babbling about the “sickness,” and now she has been sick – mostly in the mornings.  You knew about us before I did, and danced around it antagonistically, as if it were something of which I have to be ashamed.  Well, I’m not, and I don’t know what it has to do with you, yet, but it’s only a matter of your “thin time.”

Mara’s pregnant.