I can't believe I'm actually writing here. I never expected this to happen. I honestly expected her to be posting to mine not this way.
My name's Aiden Clarke. I'm a close friend to Branwen. She was practically my little sister. She turned 19 this year, you know? She was strong. Good head on her shoulders. Really intelligent. She knew what she was doing. So why is it that I'M the one writing on HER blog. It shouldn't have been this way. But it is.
If you follow this blog, then you already know, we were in quite a predicament with Slender Man and his creeps. Running, fighting. We just needed to get the hell out of dodge. When this all started and we parted ways, we exchanged log in information for our blogs. If something happened to one of us, we'd let everyone know by posting to the other's blog.
Well, I'm here to tell you. Branwen's dead. She's gone. My little sis is gone.
Slender Man got her. He killed her. She was only 19. She had so much to live for. So much life left in her. And she's gone.
….and so, I promise to you. I'm going to fight for her in every way imaginable. I will fight for her. I will get my revenge one way or another. I'll do this. I swear it.
I love you Branwen. I'll miss you sis. Stay safe wherever you go in the afterlife.
Rest in Peace
Branwen Whelan
April 13th, 1992 – October 31, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
The Lone Wolf
I must have fallen asleep at some point...or I was caught off guard. The last I remember I was in a coffee shop.
I woke up about 15 minutes ago in the backseat of the car. The car I left behind.
My laptop was sitting on the floor, along with a pile of red and black feathers. Some of them had spots of blood.
First thought? "Think optomistically. Maybe I fell asleep somewhere and Todd put me back in the car."
And then I remembered that I left the car in Missouri.
"Maybe Todd found the car, drove it to the edge of Kansas where I was, found me, and put me in it."
But then where was he?
I sat up fully, looked in the front seats...and found a disemboweled fox sitting in the driver's seat.
Out the windshield, I saw Him. His head snapped up to acknowledge me looking out the window, and then He vanished.
My laptop tells me I'm still in Missouri. That...thing...it also left crow feathers littering the parking lot.
Am I the only one left?
I'm going to pull myself together enough to drive out of here. Alex taught me enough on our way down here-
I'll never see him again.
I'm going back now, Aiden. As fast as I can. I'm driving to the closest public transport possible and dumping this fucking car.
I'm all that's left now. Everyone is dead.
...time to join the rest of the survivors.
I woke up about 15 minutes ago in the backseat of the car. The car I left behind.
My laptop was sitting on the floor, along with a pile of red and black feathers. Some of them had spots of blood.
First thought? "Think optomistically. Maybe I fell asleep somewhere and Todd put me back in the car."
And then I remembered that I left the car in Missouri.
"Maybe Todd found the car, drove it to the edge of Kansas where I was, found me, and put me in it."
But then where was he?
I sat up fully, looked in the front seats...and found a disemboweled fox sitting in the driver's seat.
Out the windshield, I saw Him. His head snapped up to acknowledge me looking out the window, and then He vanished.
My laptop tells me I'm still in Missouri. That...thing...it also left crow feathers littering the parking lot.
Am I the only one left?
I'm going to pull myself together enough to drive out of here. Alex taught me enough on our way down here-
I'll never see him again.
I'm going back now, Aiden. As fast as I can. I'm driving to the closest public transport possible and dumping this fucking car.
I'm all that's left now. Everyone is dead.
...time to join the rest of the survivors.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Showdown
We stopped in Missouri late afternoon yesterday. Left the car in the parking lot of a plaza. Alex and I needed more gas and supplies.
By the time we came back, this was on the hood of the car...
All the pieces are sitting on this desk in the library I'm hiding in...just staring at them...
All my best friends. She killed them.
...I have never felt so angry...too angry to even be sad...and now...just numb.
Now I wait. Alex took a short nap so that he'd wake up as Todd. He's going to confront her.
Todd told me to abandon the car, head to a halfway point, let him know my general location, and wait for him there.
If I don't hear from him by midnight, I need to go back to Oregon.
He left around 8:00 this morning.
...please come back.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Panicking...
Casey's gone.
Not gone as in dead. I mean we can't find her and I-
I'm having a really hard time not freaking out right now. She's like my sister. I don't know what I'll do if something happens to her.
We joked we were half-sisters once on like...Jinopets or something. Everyone believed us.
She's been trying to call Danielle since we got here. The last update I got about it...just two hours ago at midnight...Casey had received a voicemail, covered her mouth with her hand, and started crying.
She wouldn't tell us what happened.
She went to go to the bathroom to wash her face. She didn't come back. She got out somehow, or she was taken or...ohgodIdon'tknow.
Todd thinks that she left to find Danielle and Madden...but...why wouldn't she tell anyone?
Why wouldn't she tell me?
We're getting ready to head out now. It's extremely stupid and extremely dangerous, but I'm not leaving my best friend and Todd's not letting another one of us die.
We're coming Casey.
...please be okay.
Not gone as in dead. I mean we can't find her and I-
I'm having a really hard time not freaking out right now. She's like my sister. I don't know what I'll do if something happens to her.
We joked we were half-sisters once on like...Jinopets or something. Everyone believed us.
She's been trying to call Danielle since we got here. The last update I got about it...just two hours ago at midnight...Casey had received a voicemail, covered her mouth with her hand, and started crying.
She wouldn't tell us what happened.
She went to go to the bathroom to wash her face. She didn't come back. She got out somehow, or she was taken or...ohgodIdon'tknow.
Todd thinks that she left to find Danielle and Madden...but...why wouldn't she tell anyone?
Why wouldn't she tell me?
We're getting ready to head out now. It's extremely stupid and extremely dangerous, but I'm not leaving my best friend and Todd's not letting another one of us die.
We're coming Casey.
...please be okay.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Then there were three.
I let them grieve. They've all been strong long enough. We are but three now. It has taken awhile, but I think we're all ready to get back on our feet.
Branwen had tried frantically to get ahold of her brother after...they died. She had no success. It seems that Alexander must be a substitute sibling for her. However I cannot allow him to be here now. Alex cannot function well enough yet in an emergency.
It is now up to me to keep the three of us alive. I must keep them safe. I have already failed Seth and Skyler...
We are truly sorry for the lack of any sort of update on this. As far as the phone and computer go...you can blame the Crow Queen. The Morrigan. The filthy, dirty bird who has blood on more than just her hands. She is wading in it. Basking in the body count, most likely.
This is my fault...I told Branwen we could help her friend and now look. There is not a single damn thing we can do about her except...
...it is hard for me to accept killing her if I can still remember when she used to be a person. And that's my fault too. I am part of the reason she isn't a person anymore.
That means I am part of the reason Seth and Skyler are dead.
We had been in Oregon, if but for a mere two days. We had moved because of the threat of The Morrigan. She had, of course, followed us and we would by no means want her complicating things any more than she already had as we tried to find Aiden.
We should not have moved. We played right into her blood covered talons.
She had perfected her illusion and we fell into it once more. It was easier to break with the knowledge that we knew what it was, but much harder to hold it off as we kept running into it time and time again. And it was not healthy. None of them had said anything about it, but The Morrigan's illusionary art is based off of what makes parallel travel possible, and if you remember correctly it is not safe for anyone not affiliated with Him to remain in it. The initial desert ruse was not powerful enough for any deadly side effects to occur, but it left them sore and hurting. This new repeated exposure was starting to greatly damage their health.
The parallel also blocks off all electronic communication, at least when used correctly.
We tried to answer the phone several times...all in vain.
She struck on the 30th. I was awake at the time. I was the only one not feeling the effects of the parallel, but the other four were too weak for what happened next.
She struck Skyler first. Just one blow was lethal enough to bring the Panda down. Thankfully, for both Seth and Skyler's sake, she died not long after the head injury. She did not suffer for long.
I have never seen Seth enraged. I could not even imagine the Buck fighting back with murderous intent. He was holding up well against The Morrigan's remaining army (I suspect she has been killing some of her minions off for sport). I tried to get to him. I had been defending the Wolf.
I was a fraction of a second too late. The knife was already in his neck. Another second later, and we had lost Seth as well.
This seemed to satisfy The Morrigan well enough, and she drew back with whatever proxies we had not killed or rendered unconscious.
...to leave the remaining two of the original five to wallow in sorrow. The weight of it all finally collapsed on them. I could do nothing of any sort of consolation. I thought Alex might be better suited for the task, but he could not bear it either.
We buried them not long after.
And then we were quiet for a long time.
I allowed Alex to be conscious earlier today because he told me he had an idea. He had taken the girls into a pet store so they could see the puppies.
They have not genuinely smiled in such a long time. It was good to see that. Alex is much better at handling emotional matters than I.
We will arrive in Oregon shortly. The phone is working now, Aiden. The remaining three of us are relatively healthy, physically speaking. I don't know what to say about our collective mental state. I'm sorry.
This is my fault.
I'm not going to let anymore of us die.
But for now, we need to rest.
Branwen had tried frantically to get ahold of her brother after...they died. She had no success. It seems that Alexander must be a substitute sibling for her. However I cannot allow him to be here now. Alex cannot function well enough yet in an emergency.
It is now up to me to keep the three of us alive. I must keep them safe. I have already failed Seth and Skyler...
We are truly sorry for the lack of any sort of update on this. As far as the phone and computer go...you can blame the Crow Queen. The Morrigan. The filthy, dirty bird who has blood on more than just her hands. She is wading in it. Basking in the body count, most likely.
This is my fault...I told Branwen we could help her friend and now look. There is not a single damn thing we can do about her except...
...it is hard for me to accept killing her if I can still remember when she used to be a person. And that's my fault too. I am part of the reason she isn't a person anymore.
That means I am part of the reason Seth and Skyler are dead.
We had been in Oregon, if but for a mere two days. We had moved because of the threat of The Morrigan. She had, of course, followed us and we would by no means want her complicating things any more than she already had as we tried to find Aiden.
We should not have moved. We played right into her blood covered talons.
She had perfected her illusion and we fell into it once more. It was easier to break with the knowledge that we knew what it was, but much harder to hold it off as we kept running into it time and time again. And it was not healthy. None of them had said anything about it, but The Morrigan's illusionary art is based off of what makes parallel travel possible, and if you remember correctly it is not safe for anyone not affiliated with Him to remain in it. The initial desert ruse was not powerful enough for any deadly side effects to occur, but it left them sore and hurting. This new repeated exposure was starting to greatly damage their health.
The parallel also blocks off all electronic communication, at least when used correctly.
We tried to answer the phone several times...all in vain.
She struck on the 30th. I was awake at the time. I was the only one not feeling the effects of the parallel, but the other four were too weak for what happened next.
She struck Skyler first. Just one blow was lethal enough to bring the Panda down. Thankfully, for both Seth and Skyler's sake, she died not long after the head injury. She did not suffer for long.
I have never seen Seth enraged. I could not even imagine the Buck fighting back with murderous intent. He was holding up well against The Morrigan's remaining army (I suspect she has been killing some of her minions off for sport). I tried to get to him. I had been defending the Wolf.
I was a fraction of a second too late. The knife was already in his neck. Another second later, and we had lost Seth as well.
This seemed to satisfy The Morrigan well enough, and she drew back with whatever proxies we had not killed or rendered unconscious.
...to leave the remaining two of the original five to wallow in sorrow. The weight of it all finally collapsed on them. I could do nothing of any sort of consolation. I thought Alex might be better suited for the task, but he could not bear it either.
We buried them not long after.
And then we were quiet for a long time.
I allowed Alex to be conscious earlier today because he told me he had an idea. He had taken the girls into a pet store so they could see the puppies.
They have not genuinely smiled in such a long time. It was good to see that. Alex is much better at handling emotional matters than I.
We will arrive in Oregon shortly. The phone is working now, Aiden. The remaining three of us are relatively healthy, physically speaking. I don't know what to say about our collective mental state. I'm sorry.
This is my fault.
I'm not going to let anymore of us die.
But for now, we need to rest.
Monday, September 5, 2011
I...am no doctor.
I don't even know if I put these stitches in Alex's head right. Or if he needs them. He probably doesn't. I probably just stuck a needle through his forehead about eight times for no reason.
Nathan got cut on his head once and he needed stitches so...I did it like the ER did with my hand that one time I accidentally stabbed myself. (That's why I usually avoid sharp things...)
We were never lost. I mean we were, but not the way we thought we were. Turns out giving dear sweet Morrigan a good crack in the skull cleared that whole matter up.
She came for Skyler like the code said. Several times, in fact. We did a good job defending and staying relatively out of harm's way until last night. She came with more backup than anticipated. Todd got hit in the head pretty hard. He's okay. Perfectly fine, probably, considering Alex is the one living with the headache and the needle wounds.
Seth was actually the one to drive her back and break whatever illusion she had cast. As her cronies ran off, I saw him standing over Skyler with the metal bat and a groggy Morrigan crawling to her feet to run away. And things looked different.
Nathan got cut on his head once and he needed stitches so...I did it like the ER did with my hand that one time I accidentally stabbed myself. (That's why I usually avoid sharp things...)
We were never lost. I mean we were, but not the way we thought we were. Turns out giving dear sweet Morrigan a good crack in the skull cleared that whole matter up.
She came for Skyler like the code said. Several times, in fact. We did a good job defending and staying relatively out of harm's way until last night. She came with more backup than anticipated. Todd got hit in the head pretty hard. He's okay. Perfectly fine, probably, considering Alex is the one living with the headache and the needle wounds.
Seth was actually the one to drive her back and break whatever illusion she had cast. As her cronies ran off, I saw him standing over Skyler with the metal bat and a groggy Morrigan crawling to her feet to run away. And things looked different.
They looked different because we were back in the real world, and not her desert playground.
Aside from all that commotion, we're alright. As far as I can tell, we're close to Oregon.
Aside from all that commotion, we're alright. As far as I can tell, we're close to Oregon.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Directionally Challenged (Among Other Things...)
Okay. We uh...we aren't in Oregon yet. Uhm...there's a couple reasons for that.
We decided making a straight shot from Montana to Portland might be dangerous because we said we were going to do it, so we decided to confuse things and mess up the whole intended route. This sounded like a good idea.
This was not a good idea.
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We aren't totally sure where we are now.
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Except it's somewhere extremely sandy and dry. We're getting really shitty wifi. We haven't seen any signs in a while.
But deserts are supposed to be safer, right? That's what M said, I think. Treeless places and out on the water is good.
We don't have a boat. So we're camping here until we find a town or something.
Sandy and treeless is safe. It's okay to sleep here...
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We got jumped again. I have to keep saying that to myself. The radio keeps cutting out. That doesn't make me feel better.
And we got hurt this time. Nothing broken on anyone. But lots of cuts. And bruises.
It was coming out of Colorado. We knew where we were then. We've just been on this road for awhile and no signs or anything. But like...Colorado and it's trees...it's so pretty there. I definitely wouldn't knock it for a vacation spot. It was nice. But that fucking forest...
It was in the middle of the road blocking our path. Seth revved the engine. Casey punched him in the shoulder. "Uhm, where did that get Jack and Stephanie when they tried it? Don't you dare."
I was amazed she remembered that but I wasn't about to point that out. Alex and I picked up the bats at our feet.
And they were on us. They had something lit on fire and were preparing to throw it. We did not waste any more time staying in the car. It was jump out and meet them and the monster or risk the entire vehicle possibly exploding.
It turned out that the flaming object was filled with tacks and small stones, so when it exploded we got rained on. That's the scratches.
The rest was just fighting off the bastards. It didn't step in once. It just watched. It didn't do anything until I saw Alex standing in front of it huffing and dragging his bat. And then it just let out the horrible screeching sound. And all the crow proxies left.
Alex doesn't know what happened, but he had a horrible migraine so he thinks Todd was responsible.
This is the longest the radio's been on since I started typing. Huh.
I'm suspicious.
Two of us keep watch, the rest sleep, switch two hours later. That's our plan.
For right now, dinner time.
Let's hope it's a peaceful night...
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We decided making a straight shot from Montana to Portland might be dangerous because we said we were going to do it, so we decided to confuse things and mess up the whole intended route. This sounded like a good idea.
This was not a good idea.
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We aren't totally sure where we are now.
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Except it's somewhere extremely sandy and dry. We're getting really shitty wifi. We haven't seen any signs in a while.
But deserts are supposed to be safer, right? That's what M said, I think. Treeless places and out on the water is good.
We don't have a boat. So we're camping here until we find a town or something.
Sandy and treeless is safe. It's okay to sleep here...
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We got jumped again. I have to keep saying that to myself. The radio keeps cutting out. That doesn't make me feel better.
And we got hurt this time. Nothing broken on anyone. But lots of cuts. And bruises.
It was coming out of Colorado. We knew where we were then. We've just been on this road for awhile and no signs or anything. But like...Colorado and it's trees...it's so pretty there. I definitely wouldn't knock it for a vacation spot. It was nice. But that fucking forest...
It was in the middle of the road blocking our path. Seth revved the engine. Casey punched him in the shoulder. "Uhm, where did that get Jack and Stephanie when they tried it? Don't you dare."
I was amazed she remembered that but I wasn't about to point that out. Alex and I picked up the bats at our feet.
And they were on us. They had something lit on fire and were preparing to throw it. We did not waste any more time staying in the car. It was jump out and meet them and the monster or risk the entire vehicle possibly exploding.
It turned out that the flaming object was filled with tacks and small stones, so when it exploded we got rained on. That's the scratches.
The rest was just fighting off the bastards. It didn't step in once. It just watched. It didn't do anything until I saw Alex standing in front of it huffing and dragging his bat. And then it just let out the horrible screeching sound. And all the crow proxies left.
Alex doesn't know what happened, but he had a horrible migraine so he thinks Todd was responsible.
This is the longest the radio's been on since I started typing. Huh.
I'm suspicious.
Two of us keep watch, the rest sleep, switch two hours later. That's our plan.
For right now, dinner time.
Let's hope it's a peaceful night...
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