This was a Triumph?

 

Well, at the very least, I’m still alive.

I’m sure you’re all wondering what’s going on.  How I’m alive.  How I escaped.  What exactly went on in that labyrinth.  I’m really sorry, but I don’t really know.

I woke up this morning.  Monday.  5:55 AM sharp.  I was in my bed in my dorm room.  Fully dressed.  I checked out my blog, saw the posts, and could only vaguely remember things.  I kept having this feeling like some of the stuff I wrote didn’t come through, or that I read comments that weren’t actually there, or that there were some comments that never sent.  And really, after that 6th post, I don’t remember anything.

I’m out of the labyrinth now.  I’m sure of that.  I don’t know if it was all within my mind or if it was physically real or something, but it’s obvious that it was real in some form.  And, surprisingly, I was alive.  There I was, all ready to die.  I saw him.  I know that he was there.  I can remember that.  Even if I can’t remember the details, I know I faced off against him.  I…I can’t have won, could I have?  I’d like to think that I did, but by that last post, I could barely think straight.

I just…woke up.  I was ravenously hungry.  I was parched.  I couldn’t remember anything.  But I was alive.  I am alive.  And it’s a great feeling.

Unfortunately, there’s a bit of a problem.  It seems that, during my breakdown, Will offered to help me, and I actually accepted his help.  And then some (X) guy captured him.  All because he tried helping me.

I don’t know.  I don’t fucking know anymore.  Apparently, the labyrinth wasn’t messing with just my mind.  I said something about not getting in contact with Will.  I never received his e-mail address.  But…something sent somehow?  I don’t know, some of your comments are all screwed up.  It’s either my blog, or it was somehow messing with you, too.  I think it should be back to normal now that I’m out of the labyrinth now.

See, this is why I don’t fucking team up.  If he doesn’t get out of this, his blood is on my hands.  It’s my fault.  And I can’t have that.  You guys see why I’m such an ass?  I don’t want you getting close.  You get close, and stuff like this happens.  If I bitch at you about how stupid you are and how I’m better than you and how you’re all unreliable, it’s because I don’t want you to like me.  I don’t want you to trust me.  You see what happens when you get close?  It makes this shit so much harder.

God…I can’t believe I broke down and let Will get involved in this.  Or was I just bait for Will?  Or both?  Fuck.  I don’t know what the main goal of that labyrinth was, but it seems like it fucked everything up.  I broke down.  Or almost did.  I’m still not sure.  Either way, I broke down enough to make a bad decision.  I found out I wasn’t as prepared or smart as I thought I was.  I fucked someone else over.  I let down everyone I looked up to, and everyone who looked up to me.

God, I’m such a fuckup.

But hey, at least I’m alive.

I don’t know…I…I think I need to figure out how to help Will.  But I don’t think I can get in contact with him anymore, with the fuckwad with the Operator Symbol for a name taking over his blog.  I need to try, though.

I need just a little bit of time.  Less than a week, probably.  I need to rethink a few things.  But when I come back, I’m probably going to try involving myself some more with you guys.  It’s the least I can do to help Will.  Hell, I might even try helping Kaiju out and joining NAPPA.  I’ll have to consider before I make it official, though.

Oh, by the way, (X)hole, it’s “Jekyll,” not “Jekel.”  Learn to fucking read.

5:55

 

5:55.  5:55.  I am so sick of seeing 5:55 over and over.  And I know it’s not 5:55 anymore.  It usually takes me a few minutes to write up a post, and I know that I’ve been walking for a while.  I’m not sure how long, but I’m damn sure that it’s been at least a minute.  But no, the fucking clock just says 5:55 over and over again.  I check my laptop.  5:55.  I check my phone.  5:55.  Five Fucking Fifty-Five, and it is fucking everywhere in my mind.

I didn’t pay attention to the numbers on the door at first.  I’m doing that now, and ever door number is 555.  That shouldn’t be right.  There isn’t even a fifth floor.  He knows I’m breaking down, and he’s mocking me.  He’s getting to me.

I think…I think I’m officially outside of time.  Most of the comments are making more sense now, but there are still a few things out of place.  I’m thinking that I’m not sending and receiving the same messages at the same time as you.  Getting things that haven’t been sent yet.  Not getting things that have.  And the same is probably true for you guys on my blog, judging from some of the responses I’ve gotten.

Fuck.  I just…fuck.  I can’t do this.  He’s fucking around with time now.  I can’t even ask you guys what time it is.  I’m…I don’t know if I can do this much longer.  I just want to sit down and have a nice sob for a while, but I know I’ll never get out of the labyrinth that way.  How the hell do  get out, anyway?  Find the exit?  Yeah, good luck with that.  Find some sort of epiphany?  What the hell am I supposed to get enlightened about?  Jeez…Will, I’m just about tempted to take you up on that offer.  Don’t count it completely out of the question yet.

I can’t do this.  I dunno.  I’m getting repetitive now, but I can’t even fucking think anymore.  I’m hungry, but I’m out of food.  I’m thirsty, but I haven’t seen a fountain in a while.  I’m tired, but I can’t risk going to sleep here.  And I don’t even fucking know what’s going on.  This is the first time in all of this when I’ve felt completely helpless.  I was prepared for this situation.  That’s why I had the food and the string.  There are some things I guess you can’t really prepare for, though.  I was proud of my survival knowledge, and the Slender Man put me here to let me know that I have no right to be proud.  I think that might be why I’m here.

Now how the fuck do I get out?

Ah, well.  Back to walking and singing.

Iiiiii’m not siiiiiiiick…but I’m not weeeeeeeeeell…and I’m so hooooooooot….

…

‘Cause I’m in hell….

We’re at number 6 now.

 

Dance magic, dance

Dance magic, dance

Put that baby spell on me

Jump magic, jump

Jump magic, jump,

Put that magic jump on me

Slap that baby make him free

FUCK FUCK IT’S NOT WORKING

I can’t do this any longer.  I CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS ANY LONGER.  I sit here, refreshing the comments, waiting to hear back from Will.  I don’t have any way to contact him yet.

Oh, and to everyone who said that it was Theseus, thanks.  I’ve seen a response or two about that already now.

Well, I’m out of food.  Been out of food for a while now.  Can’t find any water.  Haven’t slept in I don’t know how long.  Keep feeling like I’m going to doze off, just sitting here.  I know that falling asleep is the worst thing that can happen, though.  I’m going to go until I physically can’t anymore.  I can’t even find the strength to walk, and I can barely talk.  The only reason this post is so coherent is because I promised myself when I started that I would not write in code.  I refuse to make any typos that could be interpreted as code.

Heh.  Looks like I’m gonna die here.  Fizzy went the same way, didn’t she?

Well, I’m sorry, M.  I guess I’ve failed to continue your legacy.  Sorry.  I’m a screwup.  I couldn’t even get out of a damn labyrinth.

I failed.  I screwed up.  I mean, all I really wanted was help a few people survive.  And I couldn’t do that myself.  Looks like I’m useless.

Shit, NO!  That’s how he WANTS me to think!  Fuck!  I’m breaking down!  He’s getting to me!  If he comes now, when I’m like this, that’s…fuck, that’s what he’s been doing this whole time, hasn’t it?  Fuck, I’m so glad I woke up a bit there.

Oh, shit.  Fog.  There’s fog now.  Fuck.  It’s rolling into the hallway.  He’s coming soon.  I don’t know how long, but it’ll be soon.  I don’t think I have much more time with this post.

He’s coming to either kill me, or to completely break me.  Make me his servant.  A proxy, or whatever.  Well, I’d rather die than work for you.  Especially now that you don’t have that Andrew guy working for you.  He seemed like such a nice guy.  Shame he quit, huh?

Well, I suppose it’s time for me to go.  This is probably my last post.  Or maybe there’ll be five more, depending on when you get this.  But if I’m going down, I’m going down fighting.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a twenny with this guy’s name on it.  I doubt it’s gonna work, but it’s at least worth trying.

Well, all right.  Let’s do this chums.

LEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOY….

Erm, bad news, I guess

 

So it turns out that the string/twine/whatever thing doesn’t exactly work.  I walked around for a while, letting out some string, keeping it taut to make sure that it was still tied to the fountain.  I got to the end of my literal rope and still had no idea where I was.  So I decided to follow the line back to the fountain.

I managed to get back up a flight of stairs to find that the string was stuck in a wall.  Not caught or snagged on a wall or stuck to a wall.  Stuck in a wall.  Like whoever built it put the string in there when the concrete was still drying.  Yeah.  I’m starting to feel just a little boned.  I was convinced that this would work.  That Perseus or whoever guy (really guys, still no help?) had something going for him in his labyrinth, so I was sure it would work for me.  I guess it doesn’t work here.

Still trying to figure out if this is within my mind or not.  It almost feels like a dream.  But I’m getting a bit hungry/thirsty now.

It’s such a weird place.  Sometimes I’ll come down a staircase and open a door and there’ll be a staircase on the other side.  And sometimes I’ll enter a hallway and walk a bit and then turn around and find that it stretches endlessly behind me with no trace of the way I came.  And then I turn back around again and it’s also stretching on indefinitely in front of me, too.  That’s probably why the string didn’t work—because the labyrinth is constantly shifting.

I haven’t found an outlet in a while.  It’s been…I don’t know how long since my last post, but it feels like a while, so I thought I’d post again.  I’ve been checking the comments every now and then, and they don’t seem to make any sense.  Well, okay, I understand what they say, but it’s like you’re reading a different post than me.  There seems to be absolutely no context with what you’re writing.  You guys aren’t crazy, are you?

Well, anyway, I’ve had a lot of time to think, so I’ve been thinking about what exactly this labyrinth is.  Is it in my own head?  That’s a possibility, and it kind of makes sense.  I mean, this place is exactly like my dorms.  Except that it’s like it’s a video game with a bunch of different landscape elements that people just seemed to randomly copy and paste.  Like I said, I’ve only got three floors in this dorm.  There’s not all that much here.  But it seems like I’ll run into a room that’s set up like the 3rd floor lounge, only with the décor of the 1st floor lounge.  It’s like it’s my dorms, only it’s not quite.  That and the fact that there’s ABSOLUTELY NO ONE HERE.

My computer is so slow right now.  I’ve pretty much decided not to go anywhere other than my blog by this point, just because it takes a minute or two just for a comment to post.  Or it feels like a minute or two.  I don’t know, because I have no fucking concept of time anymore.  I don’t know how long I’ve been here.  It feels like forever.  But when I check the clock, it’s still stuck at the last time that I turned on my computer: 5:55.  It never changes.  No matter how often, it never changes.

I feel like I’m starting to go just a little bit crazy.

Gah!  No!  Stay strong, Jekyll!  You’re not batshit insane yet.

That’s the other thing, though.  I’ve got the Slender Man constantly on my mind.  But I haven’t seen him at all.  I haven’t even felt his presence, even though this is undoubtedly his doing.  It’s like he’s not here.  Maybe it’s because he’s outside of the labyrinth.  Maybe it exists in its own time and space, or on its own plane, which I’m not on.

Fuck, maybe he IS the labyrinth.  Maybe I’m somehow inside of him or he’s inside of me or our minds have merged or something or…you know, I don’t even know how to say what I’m thinking.  But fuck, man.  Fuck.  I just…fuck.

I dunno, I’ll give you an update again later.

Really starting to worry

 

I don’t know how much longer I can do this.  It’s been…again, I don’t know.  Hours?  Days?  Maybe even minutes.  I don’t know, because the clock still keeps telling me 5:55.  Fuck you, clock.  I know it’s not 5:55 anymore.  I don’t care what you say.

Everything’s still busy when I try calling it, by the way.

So I’ve been thinking more about my theories in my last post, and I’m going to lean to two of the three options.  One is that it’s all in my head.  The Slender Man’s just making me go around in circles in my dorm.  Or even better, I’m “asleep” and I just think I’m going around in my dorm.  Why would he do that?  Well, to break me, for one thing.  If not that, it’s maybe because he doesn’t want me to leave.

The other option is that it’s on another plane of reality or something.  I’ve been warped to a mock version of the dorm.  That’s another option, I suppose, and it works just as well.  The same reasons apply.

Heh.  Guess I must be a legitimate threat or something now.  Or maybe he just wants to break me.  But that still implies that I’m a threat.  I’m flattered, really.

Well.  One good thing about this is that I’ve had enough time to sit down and get all my homework done.  I’ve had plenty of spare time.  On the other hand, maybe I’ve already missed the deadline for all my homework.  I don’t know how long I’ve been here, after all.

*sigh*  I don’t know if I can do this anymore.  I’m close to breaking.  I’m looking at the comments, but they don’t make sense.  It’s like you guys are being cryptic or something, or reading a completely different post than I am.  Either way, your help isn’t getting through to me.  Unless you’re not trying to help and this is just payback for me being such an ass.  In which case, I’m even more alone.

Trying to read those comments you guys left me back on Valentine’s Day again.  The ones where I had the breakdown and you all said you were there for me.  I can’t.  The page isn’t loading.  “Can’t let you view that, Firefox,” says Wolf.

…nope.  That didn’t cheer me up.  Fuck, guys, I’m just about crying.  I don’t want this to be crying.  I know that means that he’s breaking me.  I can’t let him beat me.  If I’m trying to be M’s successor, if I’m trying to make things up to Robert, if I’m trying to prove to all of you that I’m not really as big of a jerk as I come across….

Fuck.  I can’t let him do this to me.  Mentally strong, Jekyll.  Mentally strong.  Let’s see…Psalm 23, that should do the trick.  I’ve mentioned before that I’m Christian, I believe.  I think I’ve also mentioned that I’m probably not a particularly good one.  I don’t care if you don’t believe in God.  Just don’t get all pissed about it.  Don’t ask how I can believe in angels when I’m dealing with a demon.

Right, Psalm 23. 

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me….

Well…I dunno.  Hopefully I can get out of here.  I’ll keep you updated.

I can’t do this any longer

 

5:55.  555.  It’s everywhere.  And I can’t feel his presence at all.  I can ALWAYS tell when he’s around.  And he’s obviously around.  He’s behind this.  I KNOW he’s fucking behind this.  So WHY THE FUCK CAN’T I FEEL HIM?

Come out, you skinny bastard!  Come on!  I’m willing to meet you!  Just do me a favor and FUCKING SHOW YOURSELF.  I can’t take this anymore!  Just come out!  You wanna do me a fucking favor here?

555.  I never wanna see that fucking number in my life again.  Fucking number. Mocking me.  Telling me “hey, guess what?  You’re not anywhere real anymore.  Time and space have no meaning here.  You’re in a fucking three floor building that takes up about 5 billion cubic miles.”

Oh, wait, just because you guys probably don’t know…this is the 5th post.  Yeah, the number 5 again.  I dunno what number it is for you guys.

Fuck!  Okay, Will, I give.  I’ll give you my location.  But just you.  How do I get in contact with you?  Or I dunno.  Maybe you’re not supposed to give me that info.  I haven’t seen anything about it yet.  Hell, maybe you won’t get this until I’m out of the labyrinth.  Maybe I won’t get the info you get me until it’s too late already.  But hey, I’m holding out some hope yet.

Fucking number 5. I need to get the fuck out of here.  And soon.

Dance Magic

You remind me of the babe (What babe?)

The babe with the power (What power?)

The power of voodoo (Who do?)

You do! (Do what?)

Remind me of the babe!

…

Erm, sorry.  I’m just kind of trying to keep my spirits up at the moment, and this song is the only way I know how, see, as you may have guessed, I’ve sort of run into a problem.  Let me start from the beginning.  I’ve got plenty of time to explain.

So.  This weekend, I decided I might go visit home.  I grabbed a bag of my stuff and my laptop, and headed out the door of my dorm room.  And then down a flight of stairs.  And then another.  And another.  And another.  And another.  And it’s at this point that it dawns on my that there are only three flights of stairs in my building.  I stop on the tenth floor from the top and head the hallway on that floor.  Doors line the hallway, just like they normally do, but there’s no nametags or anything on the doors.  I check the doors.  All locked.  Except for the bathroom.  I push it open, look around.  And then I head back out the door.

The water fountain is on the wall across from the bathroom door.  When I entered, it was on the same wall.  It’s at this point that I’ve pretty much confirmed that, yeah, I’m stuck in a fucking labyrinth.

So, I’ve heard of these.  They’ve happened.  He uses them now and then.  And I’ve prepared for them.  I’ve got a roll of twine with me in by bag.  Just like in that myth with…Perseus, was it?  I dunno, I can’t remember and I don’t have much to look up.

Fortunately, there’s an outlet nearby, and my internet connection still works (though it’s horribly slow, so any sort of videos are out of the question—it took minutes just to load my blog).  So I’ve got communication.  I suppose I’m still in the building.  Water fountain also works, so at least I’ve got water.  No food, though.  At least I ate not too long ago, so I won’t be hungry for a while.  I’m also noticing that my laptop’s clock hasn’t changed at all since I booted it.  Neither has my cell phone’s time display (and yes, I’ve tried calling people…it’s always a busy tone, no matter who I call).  I don’t know if that’s an electronic thing, or the fact that time’s not running the same here.  Note to self: get analogue watch, or watch that runs with gears for the next time I’m stuck in a labyrinth.

Twists and turns everywhere and alien fucking geometries.  Jeez, I keep looking up, expecting to see David Bowie’s crotch staring me in the face.

Well, I’m going to tie that string to the water fountain and see if I can make it out of here.  Wish me luck.  But don’t freak out for me.  I’ll be fine.  I can handle this.  It’s just a little maze.  A puzzle.  I like puzzles.  And hey, I’ve still got my laptop.  No reason to be in bad spirits.  *walks off humming “Dance Magic” again*