Antithesis

We're calling him Norman now? ... Okay...

So, you're all wondering why this little bitch hacked (but not really) my blog and made a bunch of weird posts and talked to you about me and revenance and all that nice, happy shit. Am I right?

I don't know, either. But I can tell you what exactly happened to me that allowed this little shithead onto my computer.

I was looking out the window at Mr. Blackhead. Yeah, sure, I can call him that, I guess. He was holding something up for me to see. It looked rectangular, like... a tape recorder of some sorts. So, I grab my knife and run out to chase him.

BOOM, HE'S GONE.

I decided to look for him in the forest. Took a few hours, but I managed to get to the Convictions site. I found what he was holding; laying on the ground on top of a notecard. I was right, of course. It was a tape-recorder. I turned it on and set it down to check out the notecard.

The notecard simply said, "HELLO." A dot was in the center of the O (probably to represent an eye. Cliche). I grabbed the tape-recorder and stood up to leave. Then I noticed him.

Mr. Blackhead was just standing there. Honestly, I don't know why I did this, what thoughts were running through my head. But, I started to walk towards him. I must have came to my senses, because I hesitated at one point. He reached out his hand to me. So... I continued towards him.

The audio on the tape-recorder was, I should add, the same music box in "Belated Convictions." This version, however, had... inhuman growls and screams overlapping the music box.
























I blacked out after that. When I woke up, I was in a dark area. I really can't say "dark," because there was the faintest of light. I could make subtle shapes out, but nothing definite. When I tried to move, I noticed something around my wrists. And my ankles. I was chained to something. Judging from how I swayed when I moved, I must have been a few feet off of the ground.

It felt timeless... but, eventually, a few people in masks (just like Norman's) came to check on me. They whispered in a tongue I've never heard before. I tried to talk, ask them who they were, where I was. Nothing came from my throat.

They looked up at me and... shit, I can't remember.

It felt like a few days. I was there... chained up, unable to talk. But then, I saw it.











Mr. Blackhead. He stood in front of me, like some sort of "savior." If that's what you want to call him, of course. He raised his hand, in a similar fashion as he had done earlier. This time, bright, blue light shone where his hand would have been. I looked down to see that the chains had evaporated.

EVAPORATED.

I fell down, weak. He nonchalantly walked over, picked me up, and carried me a good distance away from that place. I can tell you, for a fact... the picture that was posted shortly before MY last post was the thing I was chained to. Blood stains on it.

When Mr. Blackhead put me down, I felt more able to walk. So, I wandered around for a long time. I thought he was behind me, but when I turned around, all I saw was pure darkness. After a couple more hours of wandering, I found a bright, blue door. Upon opening it, blinding bright light shone from the sky, illuminating the world I was in. Just for a moment...

I saw thousands of black, writhing creatures all around me. The ground was a dark, dark blue. All flatland.

Immediately, I ran into the door and... I can't remember any more of that place. But I awoke on the ground. It felt like there was mucus blocking my throat completely. I coughed and choked out what looked like blood. Right now, I question whether it was blood or not, but at the time... blood. Blood was all over my torn-up shirt, running down my mouth, all over the ground. I tried to scream for help...

My voice simply came out as a crackle, a small croak. The more I tried to scream, the more it broke through, the more it hurt. Eventually, I could hear my scream. It was... it was "torn," so to speak. I can talk now, but... it's not the same voice I had before. It's broken, cracked. It wasn't until after I figured out what was wrong with my voice that I noticed searing pain in my lip.

My piercing was literally ripped straight off of my lip. I have tear in my lip now... wonderful.













There. You now know what happened. I am going to tear Norman apart. Mr. Blackhead? Eh, I feel like he tried to help me. So, I'll wait a little for him.