ItsGettingMessi
08-02-2012, 02:06 PM
Experiment 84-B
Many say I am evil, but I am not.
Many say I am different, but I am not.
Many say I am insane, but I am not.
I am lonely. I walk alone, with no one to comfort me, no one to love me.
I used to be normal, like you.
Funny, I always hated being part of the "normal" crowd. You should appreciate what you have. You should pray that you never have to feel what I feel.
Hate. Depression. Abandonment. Betrayal.
You all have lives. You have hope. I lost these the things to a madman.
He is the one who is truly evil! NOT ME!
He stole my life, my hope, my everything!
He left me to rot, after his damned experiment!
He welcomed me, with open arms. He promised me a whole new life. One better than that which I lived. He LIED!
He stole everything from me! I still remember the day...
I was a strong boy, fresh out of high school. The sun was shining, but I was loathing. I felt like everyone I saw was staring me down, judging me! And they were, oh how they were...
My walk home from the final day from school was its usual hell. Kids would ride by in their cars and yell "FAG!" and "DOUCHE!" I simply had to take it, or did I?
A thought dawned on me. These kids are slowly killing me anyway, why not make it quick and painless? I was blinded by grief. If I had known then what I know now, then I would have never taken that rope from my basement.
But where to do it? Not at my house. I hated my mom but not enough to shatter her mentally. I picked an alley near the outskirts of town. I was halfway through rapping it around a lightpost when he skulked into the alley.
"Young man, what are you doing?"
"Ending it!"
"Are you insane? Come, come with me. I believe I can help you."
"Help me? You're off your rocker old man. Leave me to die in peace!"
"Now I can't do that!" He grabbed my arm. "Come."
When I struggled, he pulled harder. I fell and he caught me. He quickly dragged me inside and bolted the door behind us.
"Young man, I think I can help you. I know how you're feeling. Simply listen to me."
"Damn you! Fine, but hurry!"
"A life is a precious thing, but what would you say if I could give you a new one, for free?"
"I'd say where the fuck do I sign?"
"Good. I've been doing human anatomy research and after a few experiments I think I have mastered manipulation of the human form. I believe I can make you into anything or anyone you want. Of course there are circumstances."
"Like what?"
He pulled out a sheet of paper. "Well, first off, sign here."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Well, in that lies the second circumstance... You don't have a choice."
"What!?"
"You heard me my dear fellow." He pulled out a syringe filled with a green liquid. "Now hold still!"
I tried to run. I tried to scream, but he grabbed me, and forced the needle into my neck. Then, everything went black.
I awoke in a glass chamber. He had me in a suit, for whatever reason.
Seconds after I awoke he entered the room in a labcoat.
"Hello my friend! Did you have a nice nap?"
"Where the fuck am I!?"
"That is not of your concern. All you have to do is sit back and let me do all the work."
"Let me out you psycopath! I'll kill you!"
"I am afraid not my child. You are going to sit there while I make history!"
"History?"
"Yes, when I succesfully perform a whole body transformation on you."
"You can't!"
"Oh, but I can." He flipped a switch, and began speaking into a microphone. "Test, test. Good. Now, let us begin with experiment 84-B."
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Subject's vitals seem to be normal. His heart rate has skyrocketed, though. Brainwave activity is high, and insulin levels are normal."
"Let me go!"
"Ready to begin experiment." He turned to a lever. "Activating node one." And he pulled.
A bolt of energy began piercing my body, tearing my very being apart. I couldn't even scream. My vision blurred and I was suddenly blind.
"Subject appearance is beginning to warp. Activating node two."
The pain increased. I felt my mouth close up, and my eyes shut.
"Subjects face is completely morphed. Activating node-"
A siren sounded. "Error! Error! Meltdown in progress!"
He screamed, "No! His face and limbs haven't fully developed yet! I must save the experiment!"
The last thing I heard was a loud crash.
I awoke again among the rubble. I could hardly see, it was as if a screen of some sort covered my eyes. My mouth felt as if it had been sewn shut. I couldn't breathe, for my nose had shut too. But, somehow, I didn't need to breathe anymore.
I got up. My arms and legs felt strange. It took me nearly a minute to regain control of them. I began to walk through the debris. A shattered computer lay near a dismembered foot. A trail of blood led me to a hallway and then to a door. I could hear muffled grunts behind it.
I opened the door and I saw a policeman heave some fallen concrete slabs away from another door. He turned and saw me. He then screamed and ran. I tried to yell for him to stop, but I couldn't speak. So I chased him.
As I began to run I felt my legs shifting. As if they were growing as I moved. I soon caught up to him and when I reached to grab his shoulder, a tendril shot from my arm and impaled his chest. He cursed and fell.
"What the fuck just happened?" I thought.
I looked over his dead body. A hole was in his chest. I couldn't help him any longer.
I continued to follow the blood trail, until I came upon the body of the man. He was crushed under a fallen rafter. I lifted him up, not realizng until later the strength that the task should have required. I then threw his body into the wall and he splattered in a rain of blood.
I looked to escape, but every turn was a dead end. I continued to search until I came into a bathroom. I needed to get this blood off my hands. I walked inside the bathroom and looked in the mirror. And I realized something...
I didn't have a face.
So now I am branded as a monster.
I live in the nightmares of teens and adults alike.
All because of that bastard.
Soon after this experience I discovered my true powers. I could stretch my arms and legs and produce tendrils from my back.
After this whole experience all I want is a friend. So I find people, children. They are the only ones who don't view me with fear. I often play with them. But I cannot always control my body. Every now and again I slip up and someone dies. But its not my fault. I only seek companionship.
This is my burden. And I carry it eternally.
I do enjoy pictures. I like to get in on them. There is always people taking pictures of wildlife, so I reside in the forests. I do what I now understand to be "photobombing." But whenever I track the person because I wish to see what I look like in the photo, they run. And one thing leads to another and suddenly another person dies at my hand.
I promise I never mean any true harm, but I've lost my sense of, well, everything. I no longer know how to be a person. Things never seem to go well for me, seems like I always kill someone.
I simply ask you this, when you see me, do not run away. In fact, run towards me, welcome me. It would mean so much to me. And it may just save your life.
But then, how will you know it is me? I'm sure you've heard of me. And if you haven't you can easily find some photos of me on the internet. Simply go on Google, and type in "Slenderman"
Many say I am evil, but I am not.
Many say I am different, but I am not.
Many say I am insane, but I am not.
I am lonely. I walk alone, with no one to comfort me, no one to love me.
I used to be normal, like you.
Funny, I always hated being part of the "normal" crowd. You should appreciate what you have. You should pray that you never have to feel what I feel.
Hate. Depression. Abandonment. Betrayal.
You all have lives. You have hope. I lost these the things to a madman.
He is the one who is truly evil! NOT ME!
He stole my life, my hope, my everything!
He left me to rot, after his damned experiment!
He welcomed me, with open arms. He promised me a whole new life. One better than that which I lived. He LIED!
He stole everything from me! I still remember the day...
I was a strong boy, fresh out of high school. The sun was shining, but I was loathing. I felt like everyone I saw was staring me down, judging me! And they were, oh how they were...
My walk home from the final day from school was its usual hell. Kids would ride by in their cars and yell "FAG!" and "DOUCHE!" I simply had to take it, or did I?
A thought dawned on me. These kids are slowly killing me anyway, why not make it quick and painless? I was blinded by grief. If I had known then what I know now, then I would have never taken that rope from my basement.
But where to do it? Not at my house. I hated my mom but not enough to shatter her mentally. I picked an alley near the outskirts of town. I was halfway through rapping it around a lightpost when he skulked into the alley.
"Young man, what are you doing?"
"Ending it!"
"Are you insane? Come, come with me. I believe I can help you."
"Help me? You're off your rocker old man. Leave me to die in peace!"
"Now I can't do that!" He grabbed my arm. "Come."
When I struggled, he pulled harder. I fell and he caught me. He quickly dragged me inside and bolted the door behind us.
"Young man, I think I can help you. I know how you're feeling. Simply listen to me."
"Damn you! Fine, but hurry!"
"A life is a precious thing, but what would you say if I could give you a new one, for free?"
"I'd say where the fuck do I sign?"
"Good. I've been doing human anatomy research and after a few experiments I think I have mastered manipulation of the human form. I believe I can make you into anything or anyone you want. Of course there are circumstances."
"Like what?"
He pulled out a sheet of paper. "Well, first off, sign here."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Well, in that lies the second circumstance... You don't have a choice."
"What!?"
"You heard me my dear fellow." He pulled out a syringe filled with a green liquid. "Now hold still!"
I tried to run. I tried to scream, but he grabbed me, and forced the needle into my neck. Then, everything went black.
I awoke in a glass chamber. He had me in a suit, for whatever reason.
Seconds after I awoke he entered the room in a labcoat.
"Hello my friend! Did you have a nice nap?"
"Where the fuck am I!?"
"That is not of your concern. All you have to do is sit back and let me do all the work."
"Let me out you psycopath! I'll kill you!"
"I am afraid not my child. You are going to sit there while I make history!"
"History?"
"Yes, when I succesfully perform a whole body transformation on you."
"You can't!"
"Oh, but I can." He flipped a switch, and began speaking into a microphone. "Test, test. Good. Now, let us begin with experiment 84-B."
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Subject's vitals seem to be normal. His heart rate has skyrocketed, though. Brainwave activity is high, and insulin levels are normal."
"Let me go!"
"Ready to begin experiment." He turned to a lever. "Activating node one." And he pulled.
A bolt of energy began piercing my body, tearing my very being apart. I couldn't even scream. My vision blurred and I was suddenly blind.
"Subject appearance is beginning to warp. Activating node two."
The pain increased. I felt my mouth close up, and my eyes shut.
"Subjects face is completely morphed. Activating node-"
A siren sounded. "Error! Error! Meltdown in progress!"
He screamed, "No! His face and limbs haven't fully developed yet! I must save the experiment!"
The last thing I heard was a loud crash.
I awoke again among the rubble. I could hardly see, it was as if a screen of some sort covered my eyes. My mouth felt as if it had been sewn shut. I couldn't breathe, for my nose had shut too. But, somehow, I didn't need to breathe anymore.
I got up. My arms and legs felt strange. It took me nearly a minute to regain control of them. I began to walk through the debris. A shattered computer lay near a dismembered foot. A trail of blood led me to a hallway and then to a door. I could hear muffled grunts behind it.
I opened the door and I saw a policeman heave some fallen concrete slabs away from another door. He turned and saw me. He then screamed and ran. I tried to yell for him to stop, but I couldn't speak. So I chased him.
As I began to run I felt my legs shifting. As if they were growing as I moved. I soon caught up to him and when I reached to grab his shoulder, a tendril shot from my arm and impaled his chest. He cursed and fell.
"What the fuck just happened?" I thought.
I looked over his dead body. A hole was in his chest. I couldn't help him any longer.
I continued to follow the blood trail, until I came upon the body of the man. He was crushed under a fallen rafter. I lifted him up, not realizng until later the strength that the task should have required. I then threw his body into the wall and he splattered in a rain of blood.
I looked to escape, but every turn was a dead end. I continued to search until I came into a bathroom. I needed to get this blood off my hands. I walked inside the bathroom and looked in the mirror. And I realized something...
I didn't have a face.
So now I am branded as a monster.
I live in the nightmares of teens and adults alike.
All because of that bastard.
Soon after this experience I discovered my true powers. I could stretch my arms and legs and produce tendrils from my back.
After this whole experience all I want is a friend. So I find people, children. They are the only ones who don't view me with fear. I often play with them. But I cannot always control my body. Every now and again I slip up and someone dies. But its not my fault. I only seek companionship.
This is my burden. And I carry it eternally.
I do enjoy pictures. I like to get in on them. There is always people taking pictures of wildlife, so I reside in the forests. I do what I now understand to be "photobombing." But whenever I track the person because I wish to see what I look like in the photo, they run. And one thing leads to another and suddenly another person dies at my hand.
I promise I never mean any true harm, but I've lost my sense of, well, everything. I no longer know how to be a person. Things never seem to go well for me, seems like I always kill someone.
I simply ask you this, when you see me, do not run away. In fact, run towards me, welcome me. It would mean so much to me. And it may just save your life.
But then, how will you know it is me? I'm sure you've heard of me. And if you haven't you can easily find some photos of me on the internet. Simply go on Google, and type in "Slenderman"