she did it. she killed the with a skip and a stumble we stagger and swagger and flatter ourselves out onto grassy knolls. we're out. heheh. we're out, we are really out. alive and free, that is issy and me. running atop, almost always sixteen, all the ways. and freeeeeeee. out of the empty city, into mother nature by a commodius vicus of recirculation, and no sentence will ever speak the same.
where do i begin? i already have. she is issy, and i am her lover. the spooky monsters have nothing on us. trapped in their empty city, but issy got us out. she just said we should keep running until even the city couldn't make more of itself fast enough. she has experience with this. i trust her. after all, it worked! the fears can't touch her no matter how hard they try.
i used to work for the slender man. i once called myself yoni, the creative force running through everything in life. i associated that with him. i found a sort of.. empowerment in him. but i was delusional. it's not important. i worked for him, i spread his word, delivered it to many, and then he vanished and the fears centered on us. i still don't fully understand what's up with that. issy doesn't either. but we have each other. we can do this, we can make this work.
she doesn't talk much. i don't either. but i like to write. i've even written some blogs you may have read, but you wouldn't know. i like ghostwriting. something about keeping stories alive, whether people are aware of me or not.
huh. now that i'm writing about myself, i'm really not sure where to go. that post-exit euphoria has faded. we may rest soon.
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