Whether you like it or not, we are all apart of this.
It was our choice to paint Slenderman into the creature he is now. You made video games about him. You created fan art depicting a serene outlook of his identity. You made stories, videos, and even recordings that told an even better story than my own. All of your fears and thoughts made an amalgamation of something you built. Every time you say or hear his name you have a preconstructed idea of what he is. I’m not saying it’s your fault, in fact, your creations have helped me understand a lot of things that I never did understand back then. I’m saying we all caused this
We came back soaking wet. Pense threw a fit when I woke them up to make sure they were still there. I was just glad to see them again. I was certain we were going to die back there and I just wanted to sit on the couch and take the fattest toke in the world. I was still in shock but I was okay. My vest wasn’t. It bled wet feathers all over the floor that we were vacuuming out of the carpet for weeks. A part of me wanted to just forget what happened, and the other half of me knew better. I could either stay in hiding with the fear of something irrational or I could face it. That’s what Heroes do right? At least that’s how I w
There was always more to the story.
If I had know we had triggered it personally I would have stayed away from the forest. I would have preoccupied myself with my copious amounts of weed and fall asleep with my bong in my lap. Instead, we made a plan. Our idiotic teenage idea was to go looking for Slenderman, because why the hell not. Honestly, I didn’t think we were going to find anything. I chalked my hallucination up to staying up too late and overthinking. Of course, I’d see Slenderman in that moment because that’s what I wanted to see. I knew I didn’t have schizophrenia, but maybe I just willed my vision into exi
After my little energy experiment, I didn’t feel the difference. I really didn’t expect to. I didn’t think what I did would ever have any effect on anything. I was just an overtly spiritual stoner, in the end, my logic always played a large part in my senses. I told myself that the things happening around us were just apart of everyday life. Things still proceeded to go missing but always resurfaced in a different place then we originally placed it. I stopped questioning it because it was common for us to get so high we couldn’t tell our own foot from our face. Misplaced items were just a factor of our nature.
Pense w
It had been a few weeks since anything had happened. I started taking the long way around the school so I could avoid the parking lot. I didn’t really want to see myself again because I had no clue of what I’d even do if it came to that. I wondered why I looked back at myself, and if I explain why I thought it was a warning then I’d gladly tell you. Maybe Pense was right, maybe it did have something to do with the flow of time. I had a basic understanding of timelines back then. A different timeline resulted in a different action than the one you would currently take. So maybe the other me’s were a direct result of tha
It was late and we had totally forgotten about it because we both got high off our asses after school. To make it clear, it was dark. Someplace between dusk and complete night. I was pretty excited when I remembered what we were even supposed to be looking for and insisted we take off immediately. We were listening to Tyler the Creator as we talked about something I no longer have memories of. I just recall laughing with him. At times like this, I wish I could remember the smaller things. The quickest path to his house was through said park. It was barely a park. It didn’t have any flowers that lined the metal fences or even equipment f
I was a rather well-known stoner during high school. I fell into a group of misfits who often found their time talking about the universe and the changes humanity had to make to succeed. Absorbed in a fantasy of hoping that the Government could sort itself out if only there was an uprising of true-hearted individuals. We were the most underrated people in our school. We wanted to change the world, but we were just a bunch of stoners.
It wasn’t too long into 2011, or possibly 2012, and my Mother had kicked me out of her home entirely. Obviously after smoking weed in her house. I ended up bouncing from house to house until I finally deci
Whether you like it or not, we are all apart of this.
It was our choice to paint Slenderman into the creature he is now. You made video games about him. You created fan art depicting a serene outlook of his identity. You made stories, videos, and even recordings that told an even better story than my own. All of your fears and thoughts made an amalgamation of something you built. Every time you say or hear his name you have a preconstructed idea of what he is. I’m not saying it’s your fault, in fact, your creations have helped me understand a lot of things that I never did understand back then. I’m saying we all caused this
We came back soaking wet. Pense threw a fit when I woke them up to make sure they were still there. I was just glad to see them again. I was certain we were going to die back there and I just wanted to sit on the couch and take the fattest toke in the world. I was still in shock but I was okay. My vest wasn’t. It bled wet feathers all over the floor that we were vacuuming out of the carpet for weeks. A part of me wanted to just forget what happened, and the other half of me knew better. I could either stay in hiding with the fear of something irrational or I could face it. That’s what Heroes do right? At least that’s how I w
There was always more to the story.
If I had know we had triggered it personally I would have stayed away from the forest. I would have preoccupied myself with my copious amounts of weed and fall asleep with my bong in my lap. Instead, we made a plan. Our idiotic teenage idea was to go looking for Slenderman, because why the hell not. Honestly, I didn’t think we were going to find anything. I chalked my hallucination up to staying up too late and overthinking. Of course, I’d see Slenderman in that moment because that’s what I wanted to see. I knew I didn’t have schizophrenia, but maybe I just willed my vision into exi
After my little energy experiment, I didn’t feel the difference. I really didn’t expect to. I didn’t think what I did would ever have any effect on anything. I was just an overtly spiritual stoner, in the end, my logic always played a large part in my senses. I told myself that the things happening around us were just apart of everyday life. Things still proceeded to go missing but always resurfaced in a different place then we originally placed it. I stopped questioning it because it was common for us to get so high we couldn’t tell our own foot from our face. Misplaced items were just a factor of our nature.
Pense w
It had been a few weeks since anything had happened. I started taking the long way around the school so I could avoid the parking lot. I didn’t really want to see myself again because I had no clue of what I’d even do if it came to that. I wondered why I looked back at myself, and if I explain why I thought it was a warning then I’d gladly tell you. Maybe Pense was right, maybe it did have something to do with the flow of time. I had a basic understanding of timelines back then. A different timeline resulted in a different action than the one you would currently take. So maybe the other me’s were a direct result of tha
It was late and we had totally forgotten about it because we both got high off our asses after school. To make it clear, it was dark. Someplace between dusk and complete night. I was pretty excited when I remembered what we were even supposed to be looking for and insisted we take off immediately. We were listening to Tyler the Creator as we talked about something I no longer have memories of. I just recall laughing with him. At times like this, I wish I could remember the smaller things. The quickest path to his house was through said park. It was barely a park. It didn’t have any flowers that lined the metal fences or even equipment f
I was a rather well-known stoner during high school. I fell into a group of misfits who often found their time talking about the universe and the changes humanity had to make to succeed. Absorbed in a fantasy of hoping that the Government could sort itself out if only there was an uprising of true-hearted individuals. We were the most underrated people in our school. We wanted to change the world, but we were just a bunch of stoners.
It wasn’t too long into 2011, or possibly 2012, and my Mother had kicked me out of her home entirely. Obviously after smoking weed in her house. I ended up bouncing from house to house until I finally deci
Man, looking through your gallery is like nostalgia overload. Don't know if you'd even remember me, but I was Invader Sam way back when. Glad to see you're still around and drawing!
Ah man! Always good to hear from the Irkens that once were! I think I do remember you but there was a lot of Invaders at one point. I'm glad to see you're still active!