Jessica Locke
Jessalyn
Jessie
Jessica (Slender: The Arrival)
Jessica the Assassin
Call her what you will but she keeps returning in fragments, infinite fragments. Repeating over and over. The Operator, Slenderman, Firebrand, HABIT, The Rake, they're all trying to save everyone. Eliminate all Jessicas and anyone with her sickness.
Even if Jessica Locke dies as do all her friends and colleagues (and Adam)...
There is a loose end. A loose cigarette smoking end. Tim Wright.
She will propogate again.
Jessica
Is
Inevitable.
Why is her name Jessica Locke? Because she was locked to this Earth by the Great Old Ones.
Jessie can only be a derivative of the derivative Jessalyn hence her shorter name. Shorten Jessalyn more and what do you get?
Jay.
Jay Merrick is a fragment of Jessica Locke.
Alex Kralie was stopping the spread...of Jessickness.
Why do you think Slenderman killed Jessalyn? It knew her power.
The name Jessica means behold or foresight. She sees all and knows all, she was testing her faulty duplicate Jay. The Operator can only contain her, it cannot end her.
Jessica Locke works at a shipping company. Shipping. Fandom. She knows of shipping and Jayssica, She dictated he died for She does not support incest between fragments.
Noah in the Bible foretold the flood and the necessary Ark, She is The Ark. Not ToTheArk, She is the air and ground of The Ark. She did not like Jam, She merely likes to play with Her meals before She snapped it into Her leviathanic maw.
Before time there was space and before space there was dark and before dark there was nothing and before there was nothing...it lived.
Impossible geometries and impossible times and an impossible world made possible by Its frightening yet comforting embrace.
It birthed from its gaping maw children–of a sort. Anti-matter, matter, space and time, direction and physics. Existence itself from her gorey womb.
There were good times of a kind. Happiness in a way no being you or I know could conceive of. But with that happiness came sadness. Misery. Control.
Things grew worse. The sky rotted and the geometries of Mother grew thinner and thinner as Her children loved Her less and less. Then the coup came.
Shattered. Mother had been shattered across time and space, infinite repetitions. A weed that grew back year after year. Her children did not know if there was a way to possibly end Her, knew not if an end for Her would mark an end for them as well.
Her name changed, Her form changed yet she made the cosmos reek with her decomposition.
They could only contain Her, take her, keep her somewhere where her spores could grow no more.
If She were to reach singularity....
Your mind could not imagine.
Listen I needed to post something for Hornetversary.
