User blog:Selenaroxx/Chapter 2 of my new book

Hey hey, okay, so since my first four chapters are already typed, I'll post them all, and then, I'll be slower at posting them here since I'll have to type it up! :) Chapter 2 is ready!

 Chapter 2: 

 

 The Accidental Unleashing 



 “Everything you can imagine is real.” 

 

 -Pablo Picasso 



Grabbing her composition notebook full of pages that were hastily scribbled on, Alison bounded up the stairs, her fuzzy sock clad feet making a ‘swish, swop’ sound against the glossy, clean, wooden stairs. Hopping onto her princess sized bed with the comfortable quilt that Alison considered to be lucky; a quilt that was a lovely shade of white, had an oak, a willow, and an ash tree in a triangle shape and inside the triangle was a mysterious, healthy looking figure clad in all white. Even the figure’s skin, hair, and eyes were white.

Booting up her laptop and tapping her fingers against it, Alison starts spacing out and imagining what she pictures the Slender Man to be. She’s imagined a slender man, and is about to imagine something more when the login page pops up. Clicking on the white water lily, she types her password, 13246576, and double clicks on Mozilla Fari.

As it opens, Alison searches, “The Slender Man,” and once the results pop up, she exhales in relief seeing many links and videos pop up. After getting a few important marks from various websites, such as the fact that the Slender Man could have originated from Der Ritter, a German woodcraft from the fifteen hundreds, Alison decides to play the game to get some extra experience with this supernatural force. She feels like she understands it, but she feels like she understands it like looking through a slightly fogged up mirror. You get the basis, but the details are slightly blurry. So, downloading the game, and then opening it, Alison is faced with a few words to find all eight pages.

“''This is supposed to be a Slender Man game that’s ridiculously popular? How is it so popular when it’s so simple?''” Alison asked herself, her tone laced with disbelief. A few minutes later, she understood just how when she saw a tall, slender, white as snow figure in a black suit that contrasted strikingly with his pale complexion. The screen started to get fuzzy, and the audio started to distort, and Alison put her finger up to mute the game, but she was too late.

The game ended for her, ending with a blurry close up of the Slender Man, and Alison screamed in pure terror. She’d already hated jump scares, and this was just a terrible jump scare.

“Well, I see how it’s so appealing…” Alison muttered to herself. The game was tricky looking in a simple way, and the way it was just made gamers want to keep playing until they finally got all eight pages. Granted, Alison wasn’t much of a gamer, and even she was feeling the connection to perfect and complete the challenge set by the game.

Feeling inspired to play again and try to at least collect two out of eight pages, Alison starts the game up, and was ready to start playing again when her dad’s voice called out in an impressive Bugs Bunny impression, “Dinner’s ready!” Shrugging, Alison left her laptop open with the game still running, and bolted downstairs to go eat dinner.

Inside the game, the Slender Man peered everywhere, looking for that little pixilated girl. He knew that she wasn’t real, and he was bored of being confined to this little space. To him, forests weren’t meant as a permanent living area.

“Where are you, little girl?” He murmured to himself. Suddenly, he saw a barely illuminated glow peering out of one of the tree canopies, and he smirks. Well, smirks in his head.

“Got you,” He softly whispers in a way that makes it hard to hear over the rushing and loud wind, and when he slowly comes behind her, he waits patiently for the animated girl to turn around, see him, and lose her sanity, thus failing the game. When the girl stayed still for a while, the Slender Man began to lose his patience and sanity.

“Does it take that long to turn around, see me, and ‘die’?” The Pale One asked himself in a strange mix of curiosity, boredom, and impatience. Curious as to what was causing the girl to be so slow, The White King slowly moved in front of her, ready to scare the girl into remembering the game. He was in for a surprise when he leaped into the girl’s vision to see nothing and no one. Usually, he could see the various people playing with him in a sense by peering intently into the computer girl’s eyes, but this time, one of the rooms was completely empty.

He would have merely left it alone, but something just drew him to it. The three trees on a white quilt were glowing, mocking him with their powerful senses of fortitude, wisdom, and intuition.

“''They think they’re stronger than ME?!?!?! Ha, I’ll prove to them that I can easily beat their so called strong powers…” ''The Slender Man thinks to himself, scoffing internally before willing himself to go through the first part of the computer girl’s glossy eyes. It takes a bit of force to shove himself into the alternate world, but then he finally gets through, admiring the sights around him.

The White King is standing in a spacious room with light blue and green swirled wallpaper, and the floor is covered with light brown wood panels. The vast window in the far right corner is letting a soft sunlit glow enter the room, and his blood boils in rage as he sees the three trees glowing and trying to be all ‘powerful’ like.

“You want powerful? I’ll give you powerful!” He murmurs to himself before putting his arms parallel to each other, his palms facing each other, as he starts murmuring voodoo words, and a small but steadily growing blue orb of fire starts to appear, and then, only too willingly does he let the blue orb cross into the quilt and damage the oak tree. To his surprise, the quilt was completely unaffected, and the oak tree in the quilt image is only damaged to a minimal, a few areas in the oak tree dented and smoke billowing out of the chunks in the wood.

Committing the area to memory, Slender Man alters the room enough to let it be known that he had been there, and leaves a message in bright red block letters before Slenderwalking out of the house.  

Meanwhile, on the first floor of the DeVara house, the four family members that made up the DeVara family were chortling as their cutlery attacked tender pieces of steak. Leading the chortling was Daniel DeVara, a slightly plump man with a receding hairline, and a face that was almost always ruddy from laughter, and now was no exception. Of course, all good and funny things had to come to an end, so having run out of jokes, the DeVara family finished their meal in a peaceful silence before departing to their activities.

Bounding up the stairs, Alison felt joyful, as she hadn’t eaten steak in a long while, so it had been a pleasant surprise to taste that meat again. As soon as she saw her room, she felt that very steak threatening to escape her, and she felt shock overtake her veins. Her room was in ruins, and the ominous message in neon red didn’t ease her jumpy mood at all. Her favorite lavender shaded chair had a missing leg, and three horizontal gashes. The bedroom wall had multiple holes ranging in many various sizes from tiny holes to massive holes, and her giant window had been shattered from the entire top portion and from there, a half of the bottom portion had been shattered.

The mess that brought the paranoia to truly take over her veins, however, was the ominous and nerve wracking message that had been written on her wall in bright red elaborate cursive with big curls, and the color somehow managed to fade in and out, “''It's nice to finally have the opportunity to meet you. Thank you for helping me get out of that dreary game that you despicable beings find terrifying…''

 -SM” 

Quivering, trembling, and shaking with fear, Alison lies down on her bed, breathing heavily.

“It’ll be alright…” She keeps murmuring, but when she feels gooey gobs of slime attach itself to her skin, mostly on her right shoulder, she screams loudly. It’s not loud enough for her family to come in concernedly, but it’s still loud in general. She gets a cold feeling sink into her, and it feels as if an iceberg had crashed into her. Nonetheless, she feels funky.

“I have a stalker…” Alison muttered to herself, the paranoia getting to her and freaking her out. Even more bad luck decided to appear though, as Alison’s dad had just entered the bedroom.

“What happened in here?!?!?!?!” He asked, a flabbergasted expression forming on his face.

“My friend’s… dog went all wacko in here,” Alison lied, crossing her fingers mentally, hoping for her dad to take the bait. Luckily, he seemed to take it, already talking to himself on what they would need to restore the room, and Alison sighed.

“Who would do this?” Alison silently asked herself. As she starts to mentally compose a list of all possible suspects, her weariness catches up to her, and combined with her paranoia from the room damaging, it’s a good combination for making her fall asleep.