#voidhistory

So here is the gist-

Nice house, two kids, twins, nice mom, great dad, about to travel for the holidays

Sounds awesome!

But! That's where I come in!

I've been loitering around the neighborhood for a few days now, just watching, they have a nice clear schedule, which is helpful for me because I know exactly what time the kids get home. There is a beautiful perfect window of opportunity before me, it's about thirty minutes between when the kids get home from some after school activity & the parents get off work.

If I could get away with it I'd wait until their dad got home so I could bash his face into pulp-

But- sadly it's not necessary & Slender doesn't like us to cause an unnecessary fuss the kids up and vanishing is enough

-E

I guess I'll just answer this too...

Jay died. I killed him.

He was the most innocent of all of us. He was the only one I think deserved to live had things happened differently.

Slender brought him back for us, to us.

He's so fragile and so brave, he wanted to help people, he wanted to save me when I think I deserved it the least.

Everytime I see the scar I want to say how sorry I am, how stupid and insane I was then, and like a fucking asshole he never lets me because he never held it against me.

I have spoken about my kinship with spiders before, but it was some time ago...

I find them beautiful, the way they weave webs, their long legs, many eyes, the way they suck the life from their prey.

And humans are afraid of them, then when they are completely harmless.

Whenever one finds its way into my home, a rair occasion but it happens now and then, I make sure to pick it up and return it to the human world, no need for it to starve to death, trapped here, like I am. Even just a few moments to set down a spider can be painful if there is any light nearby, even at night.

I suppose that may be the extent of my, empathy, for other things.

Even the largest spiders are so small in my hand. I have never had one bite me, they are gentle creatures in my experience, their curilegs stepping around my skin, wanting to understand me. Their small minds never could, but perhaps if they did, maybe they would think I was a little bit like them as well.

My proxies, who do all my hunting for me these days, are trained to identify & avoid children with trauma or even suspected trauma. It is incredibly rare that I will receive any children that have been traumatized to inedibility. My proxies are very talented and only bring the purest untainted souls to me for consumption.

I find that emotional neglect creates a terrible flavor in child, making them incredibly bitter, but any form of, let us say 'perverted abuse' makes them taste rotten and putrid, it is the most revolting thing I have ever had the displeasure of putting in my mouth and spitting back out.

This is not a permanent disposition for any of those worried, souls are incredibly resilient in humans, and harm done to one in childhood will heal as the human ages, learning to manage and cope.

- 🌼

I would die without them.

I need them to hunt for me, to feed me, maintain and worship me. I am trapped in the darkness and cannot venture into the light, for all my magic and power I am humbled by the simplest aspect of human life. I cannot stand anything brighter than a low burning candle, now that electric lights consume the world I cannot touch it any longer.

My lost things, my killers and dangerous monsters, serve me differently. They bring fear to the children. The world is safer and safer, but these monsters passed around like scary stories by a camp fire, cause chaos and fear. I need them differently, but I need them.

Hmm, Kate...

I remember her.

She was, dedicated to her work, but those pesky memories of hers, caused her to be conflicted about her duties.

Technically, I eat fear, but eating the entire human is just the most cost effective way to do it.

I do not touch human food, it is revolting in a way similar to asking if I eat garbage.

Well I have never been on a date before, but I do remember my first sexual experience.

I had seen many humans coupling before and understood that was how they created their children. I did not have a personal interest in such things at the time, but I did have an awareness that I could should I have a desire to.

They were strange, that human, they did not ever look at me, they were never afraid of me, they wove baskets and made charms. I suspect they were of some ritualistic or even religious importance, I am still unsure why they gave them to me.

I suppose they were my first lost one, I collect them now days.

They were helpful to me, bringing me food. I had not discovered how to create proxies yet, but if I knew, I would have made them one, they served the same function.

They were never especially vocal, but I remember once they told me we were the same, strange and unusual, unlike the others. Despite being not like other humans I learned a lot about humans from them and I learned about pleasure from them.

It was something I had never felt before, the first time they touched me, I was surprised and interested, it was both natural and yet I knew nothing about it. They were so warm and I liked touching them.