User blog:Selenaroxx/Chapter 6 of my new book

Hey guys! After some writing, Chapter 6 is ready! :D This chapter is easily the longest yet, so bear with it! :)

 Chapter 6 

 

 A Plan Is Set Out 

 

 “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” 

 

 -Franklin Delano Roosevelt 

 

Landing onto the ice cold, dry, dusty stone floor of the house that contained the entrance to the monster world, the Slender Man picks himself up, brushes some dust off, and asks,” You coming or what?” in a slightly impatient tone.

Quickly picking himself up and rushing to keep up with the White King’s fast pacing, Elektor stares in wonder at the wonders of the natural human world; Mud that squishes under your feet, trees that slowly tango with the wind, fireflies being the sole illuminators in the otherwise purely obsidian night. It was all things that humans took for granted, but to Elektor who had only seen purple or blue skies with only dust and run down items, the beautiful contrast of colors that yet complimented the others quite nicely was hands down the finest image he had ever seen.

As soon as they step into another direction of the forest, Elektor immediately gapes at how silent the place could be. All his life, he had grown up around fighting, yelling, and just plain chaos in general. To be in an area that had such a fragile yet steady balance and was so serene was quite the nice change for Elektor, and he made a mental note to try and explore the area that humans take for granted but to him felt like paradise.

They walk for quite a bit before finally reaching a small clearing that had trees to make it a circle shaped clearing. Reaching the tallest tree out of the clearing trees, the Slender Man rapidly crawls up before gesturing to Elektor.

“Hurry up, we haven’t got all that much time,” He simply says before climbing up further.

Cautiously putting an ‘arm’ up to start climbing, Elektor immediately finds his first fatal flaw in the ‘paradise’; the trees are impossible to climb.

''“How does he climb up these traps of doom? With their unsteady branches and wind, how do they do this?” ''Elektor thinks to himself as he, at a snail’s pace, climbs up the tree.

“I officially have more respect for humans… If they can master this, then maybe they aren’t as spineless as I thought…” Elektor continues thinking with a dash of respect for mundanes as he finally reaches an appropriate level to stop and still be able to get down without too much difficulty.

Meanwhile, Slender Man is up basically one and a half times the height that Elektor is, so when he randomly looks down and sees the glowing lightning creature, he grumbles in slight aggravation and irritation before beginning his descent to the ‘beaming sun.’

“So, I’m positive that you are curiously wondering what I could possibly need you for. Well, I’m about to enlighten you. You do not pass up enlightment from the Slender Man. Anyhow, I need you to… ‘help’ me out with a certain task. You see, most of the time, I have elaborate plans that always lead my victims to my special forest domain, and since I don’t have as many unique abilities as required, that is where you come in. Here, is what you must do…” He says, leaning into Elektor’s ear to whisper the plan, or at least, Elektor’s part of the plan. 

As Alison’s walking home from a long, stressing day of school, the wind suddenly picks up, making her hair blow upward.

“Well… Today’s a windy day, huh?” She quietly tells herself as she approaches her house. Fumbling with the key, she’s about to unlock it when she realizes that the door is already open.

“What??” She asks herself, feeling confused and terrified at the same time. She’s about ready to call the police or someone when she realizes that everything is as it should be. She sighs in relief, and that’s when it happens.

Anything and everything that required electricity, basically everything, had their wires shoot out towards her and wrap around her, squeezing her like a rattlesnake to prey. She’s breathlessly trying to say, “Stop,” but she can’t, and at this point, the wires and her body are glowing yellow. Then, it abruptly stops. The wires go back, and for a second, Alison could have sworn that it had all been a dream. Once she sees the scrawled note on the bottom side of one of the dusty fan panels though, she knows that what had just happened was definitely not a dream, or in this case, a nightmare.

 

          “Now I’ll never lose you darling… By the way, how are you enjoying the deadly nightshade?”  is the scrawled message, and the simplicity only adds to the cold and gradual overload of dread that Alison’s feeling.

“Wait, what deadly nightshade?”  She asks herself mentally with a sudden and abrupt realization. Checking her right shoulder, her eyes widen at the beautifully dooming sight she sees; thirteen deadly nightshade flowers with thirteen black little berries per flower, and while a S is elaborately scrawled between the first six flowers, the seventh flower was skipped so that the M, scrawled just as elaborately, was between the last six flowers.

It was truly then that Alison knew her fate; she was bound to Slender Man, whether she willed for it or not…

 

 Breathing heavily, Alison tries to contain the tears that are just threatening to gush out of her. She’d never been the crying type; she just wasn’t the person to truly ‘wear their emotions on their sleeve’. To most, paranoia over a powerful paranormal stalker would be enough for a person to reduce to tears at the very least of the reactions, but to Alison, showing emotions meant weakness, and she just couldn’t show weakness.



 As the mental wall inside of her collapses and her tears spurt out of her, she seems to see hawthorn trees blooming suddenly into adult trees, but she thinks of it as a mere manifestation of her mind.



 Trudging upstairs, she knows that it’s gone on long enough without any help at all. Logging into her laptop, she opens a website designed to help anyone with even the most peculiar of sticky situations. After logging in with the account that she was dared to make, she clicks on the button that will, hopefully, get someone, anyone to help her out even a little.



'' “Um… Hi guys. I’ve had this account for a while, yet I’ve never really used it, so I’m a little lost on what to say. Well, this situation is kind of strange, but well, I think I’m being stalked by ‘Slender Man.’ I’ve been seeing a lot of a marshmallow colored, black suit clad guy lately, I’ve received a few… interesting messages, and weird flowers and trees have been popping up. The biggest thing though, is that on my right shoulder, I have a SM on it with deadly nightshade, and it was never there before the whole situation. Can anyone help me?” '' Alison types into the box that pops up, constantly hesitating and retyping something before finally settling with a message. Clicking ‘send’, she already feels a little better, having told someone about her dilemma even if it weren’t face to face.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Being in the writing mood to tell yet another about her exasperating predicament, she grabs her special diary that she only wrote in for moments that had strong impacts on her. The last time she had written or even touched her diary was a few years back when her parents had been quite argumentative towards each other, and ever since they had worked it out to some extent, she had had no use for her diary. Until now, that is.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Licking her parched and dry lips, Alison ponders on what to write before writing down:

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Dear Diary, 

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' Well, it’s been a while, huh? I guess things were getting back to the good kind of track in my life, that is, until now. This paranormal being, the Slender Man, has been stalking me ever since I had to research him for a school project. Yeah, school isn’t as saintly as most presume… But still, it’s just like, what did I do to deserve all this insanity? I thought I was being pretty good… Oh well, I guess I feel slightly better telling you this; at least you’ll always guard my secrets. Bye diary! ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Yours Truly, 

<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Alison DeVara” 

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Of course, trusting inanimate objects isn’t always the wisest thing to do…

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> After settling down from her brief ‘moment’, Alison has an otherwise seemingly normal day, and so drifting off to dreamland, she hopes for another ‘normal’ day.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Of course, the Slender Man could never settle for ‘normal’. It wouldn’t fit in well with his massive reputation! So as he slowly creeps into the room via outlet, thanks to Elektor, he picks up the diary, and chuckles a low, belly reaching, laugh.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “My my… My work must be slipping if she can actually have a ‘normal’ seeming day. Ah, a slender man’s work is never done! Hmmm… what could be done?” the White King thought aloud, pondering his next move. Then, it struck him.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Ah, embarrassment causes fear and stress; exactly what I need! And she’s done all the work for me, I just need to perfect the work,” He murmurs in an uneasy form of ecstasy. Touching the diary, he willed a basketball sized blue orb of fire to capture the precious diary, and he sends it to the most influential person in school; Susie Starp, or the perfect epitome of the stereotypical popular rude girl who has rich parents. She’s also famed for her grudge holding, and if she got furious at someone who hugged her a second too long, her anger at someone who puked at her thirteenth birthday party was definitely high on her ‘get revenge on’ list.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> Over the years, Susie had done multiple things to Alison, but none of them were as big or major as the one that was about to happen…

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Since I’m such a nice person, I think I’ll give dear Alison a hint on what’ll happen…” Slender Man says in a blatantly fake innocent tone, tapping Alison’s forehead with his forefinger.

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<p style="text-indent:.5in"> “Sweet dreams little Alison,” Slender Man chuckles and says before exiting by the outlet, once more by the works of Elektor. <p style="text-indent:.5in;border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:0in 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p style="text-indent:.5in"> 

<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' Alison had been having a simple and nice dream where the world was filled with all happiness when vast amounts of fog covered it all up, and Alison was forced onto a brick wall that up until a second ago had never existed. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' “What’s going on?” Alison asks herself, terrified as the world seems to split in half, the western side turning into a bright white light, and the eastern portion turning into pitch blackness. The contrasting colors were together, hurting her eyes, so closing her right eye, she can see everything on the white side. On the white side, she’s dancing happily with a man slightly taller than her in a wintry land with trees that were covered in a light layer of snow. He’s in a white suit, she’s in a flowing sleeveless white dress, and everything about them is white. Her skin color hadn’t changed, but her iris color, hair color, and even her makeup shade was purely white, and the man was a pale lanky guy with solely white apparel. They’re giggling and acting all ‘lovey dovey’ towards each other when the man brings his hands up to cover Alternate Alison’s hands, and brings her over to a branch that’s waving with the wind. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' On the branch is a cumulus cloud shaded gift bag, and as Alison spots it, she gasps, and her expression basically reveals her not so hidden shock and surprise. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' “Go on, open it,” The man seems to say, and White World Alison seems to comply since she heads towards the bag, and reaches inside to pull out her diary. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' “Will you read it for me?” Parallel Universe Alison asks the man, handing the diary to him, and he obligingly agrees, taking the diary. As he reads it, his grin of mischief widens, and the further he gets, the more black swirls there are in the sky. When he’s finally done reading, he hands it back to the other world Alison before laughing at her entries, and all the black swirls come down to the ground to greatly contrast with the wintry wonderland with their black attire, laughing along with the man. Alison watches in horror as her other self cries and falls to the ground, and she’s about ready to open her right eye when the other Alison starts to literally crack. Gray lines are spreading all over the other Alison, and at an alarmingly rapid speed, white world Alison is gone in an instant, the only remains of her being gray ash. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' Alison’s eyes widen, therefore letting the world to stop being in such perspective, and she’s flabbergasted at the sight she just endured. Taking a shaky breath, she closes her left eye, and she immediately is dipped into the black world. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' The black universe is beautiful in a haunting way; the sky is coal colored, causing the few prickets of light to stand out so much more. The world seems to be trapped within a hazy and black fog, and in the distance, a giant, coal constructed castle looms over the rest of the low lands. A horse neighs, and everyone outside gasps. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' “She’s coming!” A dwarf sized villager screams in extreme fright, and with that, they all run to their little shacks or their homes, peering out quickly, their eyes darting back and forth for the one that caused them all this fright. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' “Who would create this much fright to manifest?” Alison asks herself, and as soon as she thinks of the Slender Man, she’s proven wrong. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' A girl clad in purely black attire comes riding up on a horse the shade of midnight with a belt that had loops to fit in two knives and a complexly engraved sword, all three of which gleamed brightly in the black world. She took off her obsidian hued headpiece to reveal, once more, a parallel universe Alison. Just as the other Alison had mostly white features, this Alison had mostly black features. Her tan was a touch darker; her irises were black enough for her pupils to blend in, and her hair was a shiny shade of ebony. Wearing a skin tight long sleeved raven colored button up shirt, black skinny jeans, and inky shaded lace up combat boots, other worldly Alison steps of off her horse with an air of confidence that was very clashing with Alison’s actual personality. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' She looks around as if expecting someone, and right when she’s about to step back on her horse and ride back, another rider on a ivory shaded horse wearing dark green garments steps off, spots Alison, and smirks before heading towards her. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' She scowls before heading back towards her horse when the mysterious man grabs her waist, and takes her yellow key. Loudly laughing, he exuberantly strolls over to a desolate corner where a small little compartment is. Unlocking it with the key, he jubilantly grabs a worn out diary, and strolls to the center of the dusty and isolated clearing. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' “Hear hear! Now, everyone knows about the lady in waiting, but do we know her deepest and darkest secrets? No. Therefore, this must be an interesting little knowledge gaining experience,” The stranger exclaims, a wide and naughty grin forming on his face as he flips the diary to the first dusty page. He starts reading it, his voice full of animation, making the words truly leap off the page into a creative world unique to each individual. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' As he continues and gets further into the written thoughts of black world Alison, more and more villagers get past their initial dread, crowd around the mysterious secret revealing stranger, and start laughing jubilantly at having found a weakness to the admired yet fear inducing lady in waiting. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' Black world Alison looks like she’s trying to hide in all her emotions, but it soon overcomes her. The mental dam breaks, and all the water floods out as tears. They come out as depressing gray tears, and they come out in a plentiful way until her body is all shriveled up from the lack of water, and all the others laugh as they set fire to the body, sending smoke up to the black sky, lightening it up by just a smidge. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' Gasping, Alison opens her left eye, and tries to control her very uneven breathing. Of course, the message forming between the worlds doesn’t help to soothe her nerves one bit: ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' “See this? This could be YOU. Whether it’s one or both, the only thing that can be asked is, ‘How can I prevent this?’” Fancy teal shaded calligraphy appears on the wall. ''

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<p style="text-indent:.5in">'' Having had enough brain cramping for one night, Alison struggles with the invisible bonds that hold her tightly down to her dream prison. Finally, after a lot of budging, she finally breaks free to a world full of color. ''