3. Munster

I used to blame myself for all of these terrible things that happened. Ever since I found the body of a friend in the pouring rain and a suicide note that blamed me. I used to blame myself for every single senseless death that occurred based upon the sole idea that because I was the only one alive, I was supposed to do something about it.

That was years ago, and I'm older now. I have a better understanding of the circumstances. And yet, I still struggle greatly with the blame. And They know that.

I met a kid named Blake. He was about 12 and homeless. I don't know at all what it was about me that he liked so much, but after seeing me steal a bit of food from a shitty grocery store, he asked to come with me. I promptly told him to fuck off, because anyone who's around me gets killed, but that didn't stop him. He followed me anyways.

We spent roughly five months together, and surprisingly this kid had his shit together. Knew how to pick locks, knew all this security shit that even I knew nothing about. My old strategy was just take food and book it. But now, we were able to get more food without being caught. I had no complaints. Five months and almost every night we had more food than we knew what to do with.

He gave me his life story, and I made up some bullshit lie about how I'd been kicked out of my apartment up in Maine and managed to make it down to wherever we were by hitchhiking and begging. He bought it. Things weren't too awful, and I started to look for any kind of legitimate work I could get. Living in shitty shacks under a bridge was getting pretty old.

But then something awful came in the night while both of us slept.

I don't know at all what happened. I woke up one night, my hands and arms were covered in blood. The skin on my hands were singed, which I only found out later. It was hard to make anything out with the dim light that our barrel fire was emitting. There was something on top of it that was slowly starting to catch fire.

When it did, I saw what They intended for me to find. Then I ran.

Blake was thrown onto the top of the barrel, his eyes and ears were missing. He was cut from the throat down to the groin, he was stuffed with something, maybe paper. When it caught fire, it lit up the wall and revealed a message written in blood. His eyes were hanging on both sides.















                                             LOOK   WAT
                                                    YOU           AGEN
                                                              DID 
                                                     M U N S T E R 














I didn't do that, you fuckers.

2. Them.

So allow me to recap the beginning of this nightmare.

If you'll recall (or if you can't recall), this all started with a series of murders that involved an old teacher and virtually all of my friends, family, and acquaintances. Someone had been abducting them, turning their bodies into string cheese, and decorating the trees that surrounded my town with the remains.

Well, I recognized a few faces hanging from the branches on my run out of the collapsing city. If it weren't for the fact that the air around me was literally falling apart, I'd have probably taken a few moments. In fact, I think I would have taken a few minutes regardless of that. But before I had any time to think about slowing down, I saw who was really responsible for all of that carnage.

I don't have a name for Them, and I don't think They do, either. But They were the ones who were sitting just past the veil of consciousness, just out of view of this dimension. They were the ones pulling all of the strings. I doubt anybody has ever seen one in person and lived long enough to even process their appearance, let alone live to tell anyone about it.

But I, the only survivor of this catastrophe, did catch a glimpse of one. Maybe two. And even I have an abundantly difficult time describing it. This world lacks the proper adjectives to describe what They look like. There is nothing in this world that can accurately describe Them, or at least their appearance. The way They move is a bit easier. They seemed to use the trees to stay off of the ground, and it looked as if Their appendages would extend before grabbing onto some tree branches. Then Their "body" would be pulled in by the "arms" but everything about the way it got from point a to point b looked entirely unnatural. As if the light was bending around it as opposed to it actually moving forward. But it still managed to progress, and very quickly I might add.

Shortly after that, however, They looked as if They went behind a cloud and were completely out of sight. There were about 5 or 6 of Them, and we were all running in the same direction; out of the city. I would like to say that I'm hunting Them in order to protect the world, but that's the entire opposite case. Considering I am the only survivor, They're trying to exterminate me in order to keep doing this to other cities.

"Other cities?" You might be asking. Or not. "How do you know they plan on doing this to other cities?" Well, I'm glad you probably weren't wondering that, dear reader. Allow me to elaborate anyway.

After I escaped my city, and after quite some time of wandering aimlessly, I came across what I thought was a lake bed I could cross. As soon as I stepped on it, I noticed a similar buzz and vibration as the place where my city once was. Clearly that must have been where another city was. So I've come up with a theory as to what exactly happened way back when.

Let's call my city City A, and this newly discovered crater City B. I believe They manipulated the will and minds of everyone in City B to cover their faces in something black and invade City A, killing everyone. If Their experiment went well, They would continue this process until all of humanity was eradicated.

And Their experiment did not go successfully because I'm still alive. Alive albeit living in constant fear of being obliterated by inconceivable demons. I've seen the way they kill humans individually, and honestly I probably could have lived without seeing that kind of brutality.

And unfortunately, that is all the energy I can muster up and all of the information I can give right now. I apologize if this all seems very sporadic and all over the place. I haven't been sleeping much. I think that's how They get into your head. Be careful out there, who knows how many there are and where. Or if They're reading this over your shoulder.

If They are, hey bud, go fuck yourself.

1. The Greatest Trick.

I did it. I feel like I should be shocked, in a way. I pulled off the greatest disappearing act in the entire galaxy. The entire universe. And you all fell for it harder than I expected.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Puppet. And I am the same author as the blog "An Only Puppet." I didn't die, and I am very much alive. In case you're running into me for the very first time, allow me to elaborate further.

Four years ago, I started a blog titled An Only Puppet. It was initially part of a Life Science class, a project that required us to document our daily lives or any interesting activities worth sharing with the world. Not even a month after, people started turning up butchered. The city was invaded by black-headed beings who gradually emptied my city. The one who tried to take me was met with force, and I injured and left it in the forests that surround this place.

It was almost like an invasion of sorts. A mass abduction. The black-headed beings came, took us, and left. But I didn't go, and neither did the one that tried to take me. So we were stuck in this damn city together. Eventually, it found me again and took me to the world it belonged to. And it tortured me for my unwillingness to accept my fate. I faked an attempt at my own life to ward them away.

Not only that, there was one entity that had a strikingly similar appearance to me, affectionately named "Norman" by the followers of my blog. He existed solely as a paradox, and paid the price.

And then I was presented an opportunity to escape this place and join an allegiance. An allegiance that based its survival of a particularly tall, slender entity around feeding it children. Looking back on that, maybe I should have accepted that offer. It would have been a hell of a lot easier than what I've been doing lately, which has been staying out of Their sights. But I digress, I declined the offer. That decline would have meant one of the crazier ones coming all the way out here to slit my throat.

So I killed myself.

Not really, obviously. I drank a nifty potion that was used in ye olde days. It has been featured in such lovely works as Romeo and Juliet. A type of "poison" that slows your heartbeat to a near stop and silences your breathing. When they checked my pulse, it was gone. My breath was stopped. I was cold and unconscious.

And then I awoke some time after. The air around me was vibrating and the sky looked broken. I've never seen anything like it before. It's as if reality was starting to become fiction. The world around me was no longer my world, it was foreign. I ran for my life into the forest, I didn't stop for hours. The adrenaline must have been enough to kill several steroid-driven men because this all happened minutes after I woke up. My muscles were still sore, but I never noticed until after I escaped.

But it is an absolutely terrifying thing seeing what a broken world looks like. I can still see it in my dreams. It's indescribable.

I made it out of the boundary of my abandoned city. And just as I made it out, I saw it all vanish. It was all just gone in a heartbeat. It was there one second, and it collapsed in on itself the next. All that's left is what looks like an emptied lake bed that has a quiet hum and vibration to it.

So I've been wandering the East Coast for a while. Trying to stay away from Them. The ones who first invaded my home and destroyed my life. They're sending thousands of their soldiers or whatever into this world. They hide and kill anyone I associate myself with. Anyone I try to seek help from. They're ugly, disgusting entities that have absolutely no remorse.

I'll address what exactly happened since the day I woke up and escaped. I need to change locations first.

But before I go, I wanted to address someone from the dark days of that empty city. Stan Frederick. The man who offered me the choice of survival or the opposite. I've kept quiet for all this time, but I still watched your channel from the shadow and a closed-shell system. I didn't know if your psychopathic counterpart at the time was any good at technology. I've watched you struggle, and I've seen your remorse. Your growing into who you are today is what inspired me to come out from the dark and tell my tale. I'm so sorry for what you had to go through, but you fought it. You beat it once, and you keep on beating it. Next to nobody has the privilege to say that. Keep fighting for the ones who can't.

And I forgive you. Because it wasn't you.


I'll post again when I can. Until next time.