To most of the world, it is just a normal Tuesday night. However, for a small portion of the population, it is integral for them to stay up until midnight, eyes steadily watching their subscription boxes on YouTube. They all sit in (im)patient anticipation, for Twitter had informed them all that this was the night that a new Marble Hornets entry would be uploaded. (It should be noted, here, that a Tweet from Jay is accurate approximately 85% of the time). All across the world, F5 was pressed many a time, and many a complaint concerning the lateness of the hour were seen in the threads of Unfiction.
Finally the time arrives; the new entry is uploaded, buffered, and ready to go. Some watch the entry in groups, drawing courage within each other's company. Others pause the video every few seconds, and then brag the next day that they bravely watched it alone. A certain young man watches the entry through his fingers and swells with indignant rage. "Marble Hornets is going downhill," he cries out, "Slenderman is hardly in it anymore and it's not even scary anymore because Slenderman pops up WAY too much and the acting is so horrible, it's like they're not even professional! I can't believe I am paying to watch this!" Muttering viciously and shaking his fist, he goes to look up some porn, disliking the new entry on his way out for good measure.
Meanwhile, in a dark, moldy, obligatorily creepy abandoned building somewhere in Alabama, Tim watches the new entry on his laptop that is powered solely on the power of sideburns (which is a very eco friendly alternative fuel, by the way). Laughing at Jay's inevitable foolishness, he mentally calculates just how he'll execute his next glomp attack.
Somewhere in who even knows where, totheark plans out their next vaguely threatening but extremely creepy video that would inevitably make little to no sense.
And deep in the darkness of the trees in Rosswood Park, the slenderman plots his revenge on the foolish humans who have reduced him to little more than a risible internet meme. Oh, they would laugh now, while they thought they were safe, but soon, SOON, they would be coming down with one nasty cold.