Sunday, 11 December 2011


The title says it all.
Sorry if I repeat myself a lot or if the wording doesn't make sense, I don't have the time to go back over it.

We finally found Megan a few days after my last post. When we were searching Forbes we caught a glimpse of her just after sunset, standing at the edge of the grounds of the Catholic College that's there. She wasn't doing anything..just staring at the school. We immediately pulled over and leaped out. Not surprisingly, she saw us, turned and sprinted off.. I have no idea how long we pursued her for. It felt like forever at the time. Eventually we ended up following her into some park, no idea what it was called. After another minute or so Megs ran out of steam and collapsed. She's quite possibly the least fit person in Australia. Remember how I said we were looking for something that might help her? Well, that was a stuffed animal my parents got her for her 10th birthday, and it has a message from then recorded inside it. I won't type out what it's too personal. Since Slendy seems to have brainwashed her into thinking mum and dad didn't like her I was hoping it would do something to help reverse it. I don't know whether it did anything, because a millisecond after it finished Wheatley appeared the hell out of nowhere and shot Brian before either of us had a chance to react. Time seemed to stop. I honestly have no idea how long I stood there staring at his body in disbelief.
Wheatley made the mistake of laughing. That broke whatever was keeping my eyes glued on Brian and I launched myself at the proxy with every intention of pulling his head off.
Of course Slenderbastard had to step in and stop us from killing each other.

I woke up some time later that night in a completely different part of the park, alone with Wheatley and the abomination. Slendy, using Wheatley as its mouthpiece said that it was grateful for bringing Brian out here and getting him to lower his guard so one of its proxies could finally kill him. (Why did it just never do it itself?) and that as a reward it was willing to offer me a deal. It said that it was willing to let Megan go because apparently she's been next to useless, but in return I have to take her place.
My God this is sounding like the plot to a really terrible fanfic.
And in keeping with the terrible fanfic theme, I agreed. After telling Wheatley I'm going to kill him when I have the chance.

So...yeah. I guess that's it. I'll try to check on her whenever I have my mind to myself to make sure the abomination has truly freed her. She won't be the same as she was before, but at least she'll be free.

This will probably be the last time you'll hear from me. The longer that bastard is in contact with your mind the harder it is to remember who you are. Either you end up some soulless creature who is barely self aware or twisted into thinking what you're doing is right like Megan was. I'm guessing I'm the former.
 I'm pretty sure it's only letting me remember as much as I have so I could write this because it's getting some form of twisted amusement out of it.
Fuck I'm going again. I've taken too long writing this as it is, but I really have to say thank you. All of you for everything. I probably would have curled up in a ball and jsut cried if i thought i was alone and didnt know you suported me. You have no idae how much you all mean to me.Roy please pleasepleasepleaseplease try to save your freind. I saw that sick gaem that joker is playing on his blog and before i go i'm going to try and answer him seeing as you said if you were wrong you wanted someone else to try. I apologuse in advance if i'm wrong.

So once again farewell everoyne. Youve all been fantastic


Friday, 11 November 2011

Saturday, 5 November 2011

Oh yeah, I have a blog

Whoops, forgot all about this. Again.

Oook. Where to begin.
Alright, so after my last post we drove back up to Brisbane to go search my parents' house again. Stupid car broke down on the way so we had to wait a few days in this place called Coonabarabran while it was being repaired. Nice Chinese restaurant there. Few typos in the menu though..."Scallops" were listed as "Scalpos" and "Lunch" was "Luch". And these weren't just on the menu; the massive sign outside was advertising 'Half-Price Luch".
Gave us a small laugh in any case.
So after that we arrived at the house, walked in the door...and then woke up days later in two different Queensland forests. I also had Megan's phone for some reason.
Got drunk while waiting for Brian to show up, and apparently started singing stuff in Sindarin and speaking like Alex from a Clockwork Orange before passing out and waking up with the world's biggest hangover.
Cue annoyed drive back down for "Operation Search House", take two.
We entered the house again, and thankfully weren't Timewarped out again. Maybe Slendy was off bothering somebody else.
So we searched again, and this time found some old-looking exercise book on the bench. Now I'm SURE that wasn't there when I was here a few months ago, so I'm assuming we had found that and moved it there before we were Timewarped. It looks like it was a diary kept by my mother when she was still living in Ireland. Reading it at first it seems like an ordinary, childish diary, but towards the end it seemed a She seems anxious, and the third last page was taken up by a drawing of a crudely-drawn, multi-armed stick figure. Her last entry mentions something about going "Up to the hill" with a friend. After that it just...stops. Like on the last page there's a few ink blots at the top like someone thought about writing something but changed their mind as soon as the pen touched the paper. After that there's just a few dried water spots, and that's it.
...Did this thing go after my mother when she was still in Ireland? Is that why he came for them now? Did it really take thirty-odd years for it to catch up to her? Or is it just some huge coincidence?

Oh...and I also managed to take a photo of the wall in Megan's room. Probably nothing of use there. Good indication of her mental state even before that bastard took her. And no I have no idea where the hole in the roof came from.

I did manage to find what I was looking for, so we're basically just cruising around waiting for some sign of her. If this doesn't work I don't know what I'm going to do. 

And Roy, seriously convince your friend to move. Like, now. He's in danger and the longer he stays in one place the worse it's going to be. If you don't think he'll take you seriously, trick him into going on a road trip or something! Just anything to get him moving. 

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Note to self:
Get Aly drunk more often. The results are hilarious.

Another note to self:
Also remember to go out and buy Panadol for the resulting hangover so she'll stop whining.

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Probably not going to work...

 Yes Brian, I know this is incredibly stupid, but your phone's saying it's been disconnected so this is the only way I can think of contacting you. Are you ok?? What the bloody hell happened?!
On the off-chance that you do see this, mind coming and getting me?
 I'm in the Uptown Internet Cafe in Port Douglas. Don't ask me how I got up here; I haven't got a bloody clue. And yes I know saying my exact location is the absolute worst thing I could do, but I'm out of options.

Saturday, 22 October 2011


So God damn frustrated right now I think I'm going to end up spontaneously combusting.
Alright, I'm guessing I should probably start from when we went to search on Tuesday.
Roy, saying you're going somewhere and then actually going somewhere else is what smart people do. We're just your average pants-on-head retards here! HERP-A-DERP. Will definitely do that in the future though. Thanks for telling us :)

Since we were going into bushland that neither of us had ever explored before, we went out and bought a shitload of red string so we'd be able to leave a trail for us to follow back out to our car so we wouldn't end up trapped in there for the rest of time. Having no idea where the hell we were actually going, we just tied one end of the string to the car's side mirror, and then bravely ((stupidly)) set about aimlessly wandering the bush. As you can probably guess, we didn't find anything, and soon we ran out of string so we decided to go back and maybe try another day.
Unfortunately, Slendy decided to get his troll on.
After a while of following our trail, we realised that the bush was getting thicker rather than thinner. Smarter people would have gone "NOPE" and walked in the opposite direction, but like I said earlier we tend to carry the idiot ball quite a lot in dangerous situations. Eventually, the trail ended at a particularly tall paper-bark tree. Scanning it, we found a cartoony love heart and a downward pointing arrow drawn on one side in what I'm loathe to admit looked like dried blood. Brian stood guard while I foraged around in the leaf litter where the arrow was pointing until I eventually felt a small bit of cold metal.
It was my mother's wedding ring.
Like any normal person would, I immediately lost my shit. Seriously if Slendy or any of his proxies had been there, I would have probably ended up going Hulk Hogan on their arses.
It took a while for me to calm down enough to tell Brian what the bloody hell I was freaking out about, and by the time I was coherent enough to tell him, the sun was going down. Upon realising this, we both looked at each other and silently agreed it was time we got the fuck out of there. I don't know about you, but neither of us are too keen on spending the night in Slendy-infested bushland.
To anyone watching, it would have looked like we were running from a lion or something, with both of us crashing through the undergrowth hoping like mad we were going in the right direction, and not going to end up running into one of Slenderman's world famous hugs. Through some miricle we managed to get close enough to the highway that we could see headlights shining through the trees, and from there we managed to find our way back to the car.
Note to self, in the future, NEVER park a car under a tree full of lorikeets. It will be covered in bird crap when you get back.
I spent the rest of the night locked in the bathroom crying while Brian was doing...well whatever the hell he does when he's not scolding me. Probably watching Care Bears or something. I honestly would not be surprised if he watched something weird like that.

Ok, fastforward to last night when Megan left her little message. She...sounds different. I'm not sure what it is about her voice, but it's definitely changed. I'm starting to see what Roy and Brian have been saying about that just being her body...she's not there anymore. Well, she is. She's just buried under all of Slendy's bullshit. She's still there. I'll find a way to bring her back.
After that message and mother's ring, Brian's finally managed to convince me to stop chasing her around, hoping she'll magically get better as soon as we find her. As much as I hate to admit it, it's true that we're getting nowhere, and we're just going to get ourselves killed if we just keep blindly charging into obvious traps.
I've been thinking about various methods that might work to bring her back. I doubt they'll work, but all the same I don't want to say any of them online until they've been tested so they can't prepare to counteract it. The hardest part is to get the things we need we're going to have to leave. Like, we'll be a good 1000km away. I don't want to go. The last thing I want to do is leave her in bloody Victoria on her own, but I just can't see any other way.

And mother's ring....would it just be false hope to think there's a small chance mum and dad are still alive somewhere?

Roy, about your friend. I would be getting very, very nervous if I were you. Sure it might be nothing, but it's sounding waaaaaaaaay too familiar for me. I'm especially concerned about the memory loss...Sure the coughing has an equally likely chance of being because of his smoking, but even with all the ways smoking messes up your body I've never heard of it causing memory problems before....Keep talking to him, and if things get worse tell him to start running and never look back. As hard as it is just to let him go on his own, I wouldn't recommend going with him unless you end up being stalked as well. Trust me, running isn't a pleasant experience, and if you're "clean" so to speak, running with him is only going to put you in unnecessary danger.
Maybe try to convince him to stay in a really tall hotel building for a few days and see if that helps him at all, even if it's only temporary. to you guys again when I can find Internet.

Friday, 21 October 2011

What the...?

Where are you?? How did you access this?? Are you ok?? Were you there the other day??? Please just talk to me! We're trying to help you! I have no idea what that bastard's been telling you, but you've got it all wrong! Mum and Dad never had favourites!! Please just come back!!! Please come back!!  Everything will be ok!! Don't listen to him!! You would have to have been in a town somewhere to post that right? Just stay put! We'll come find you!