Chapter 93, Fools rush in...
"Word" – Speech.
'Word' – Thought.
"Word" – Slender Speech.
#Word# - Texts, messages, phone calls and on-screen words. Will have speech marks if words are being spoken at the same time as they appear on-screen or through a speaker.
~Word~ - Written words.
$"Word"$ - Parseltongue.
Disclaimer, Harry Potter is the creative property of J.K Rowling and the studio that produced the films.
Any CreepyPastas mentioned in this fic will have their creators stated in the endnotes.
I also have no ownership of any brands, games, franchises or shows mentioned in this fic.
Any persons mentioned outside of the stories that this fic is based on, that I haven't stated are a reference, are purely fictional. I do not condone killing unless it is justified, i.e. hunting animals for food or as a last resort in defence. Any similarities to any persons mentioned are purely coincidental unless it is in reference then I will have stated where the reference was from if it is overly obscure at the end.
Locations in which the kills are chosen are selected by online generators and I zoom in to see what's near there on google maps. All kill scenes that I write that did not occur in the Harry Potter book series are not based on any real-life events.
Author's note.
Hope the wait wasn't too long. Probably was...
Definitely a bit more relaxed now that I'm not forcing myself to try and get a chapter up once a week.
A small bit of personal news, I had my second Rugby game in the time it took me to write this one, AND I WON! Granted, I got kneed in the face 3 times, tackled off the pitch less than a metre away from scoring, and we had to pause the game for a bit when a dog ran onto the pitch and tried to play with us, BUT WE WON! 80 to 5, so I'm a proud little Scottie-boi!
In the future, I'm definitely not even opening a word document for chapter 1 until I've gotten everything planned fully planned out. I'm talking timelines, points of reference, plot details, references, research, EVERYTHING!
But, I need to finish this one first before I can write the next, and I'm in an alright mood at the moment so I'm gonna go get started.
See you at the end,
Oh, and since quite a lot of you like this one, have a Character Death Warning.
SteamGeek01.
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"What happened?"
The question didn't seem to stop ringing in his ears...
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Jeff had barely taken his first steps through the mist-strewn grounds of Slenderman's Forest before a cold hand grabbed him and wispy-black mist clouded his vision.
Once his vision had returned, he found himself inside Laughing Jack's Carnival. The faded vibrant colours had a way of standing out despite being very toned down.
He only got a portion of a glimpse, though, for the same hand that had grabbed his shoulder was now holding him some three foot off the ground and pinning him against one of the stalls.
"So… how you been?" Laughing Jack's icy voice floated from behind a clenched smile of razor-sharp teeth.
"Fine, you mind letting me down?" Jeff snapped at him, pulling himself up so he could breath easier.
"After one more question," L.J raised him a little higher, "Where were you?"
"Out, now put me down,"
"It's a question in five parts.
Why were you with my Proxy?"
Jeff narrowed his eyes to the best of his ability to do so.
"What's wrong with two friends having a chat over a couple of drinks?"
L.J took a few steps closer towards him, "What's your game?"
"No game, just a chat," Jeff shrugged as much as he could, knowing that he had gotten under the clown's skin, "And a nice one too, at that,"
"What's… your… game?" L.J growled, tightening his grip.
"Why does everything have to be a game?" Jeff was glad that the smile carved into his face matched just how wide it would have been at that moment… or, maybe, it was a little too small…
"Why couldn't I have just gone out, to have a nice drink, and chat, with a friend?" Jeff finished.
"Because when is anything ever that simple with you?"
"And that's five," Jeff forced a sneer across his face.
L.J's hand twitched for a moment, as if about to tighten his already intense grip, before releasing the pale killer down to the ground. Jeff's hand rubbed across his neck as he felt his face burn from the blood now rushing freely again.
Silence had coiled its way around the two of them, neither breaking eye contact for a moment before L.J finally turned from the shorter man and began walking away. Not content, but not as yet far gone as contempt, he could feel whatever passed for blood in his veins bubble as the sounds of the scarred killer he had recently dropped take in deep breaths to make up for the ones lost while hanging in the air.
"Now, what the Hell was all this about?" Jeff asked, keeping a steady stroll to follow the clown, "Because, I mean, you really can't be that pissed off that I'm actually enjoying myself for a bit… or was it because it just so happened to be that I was enjoying with a certain ginger?"
The scoff that L.J snorted out seemed to give Jeff's blood that last little spark it needed to reach a boiling roar.
"Don't you walk from me!" he roared after L.J, stones grinding under his feet as he quickened his pace to reach his abductor.
"You know where the door is, show yourself out," L.J hissed through gritted teeth, not turning to look at Jeff.
"Oh, now you don't want to talk to me, funny way to ask someone a few questions, innit? Kidnap them for a bit. Try and choke them out against a fucking ring-toss stall. And then just tell them to hit the fucking road!"
"Piss off,"
"Oh, that's all you got to say, well I've got a few things to say to you.
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you… what was next? Oh, yeah…
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you..."
If L.J applied any more pressure to his teeth, then they would be well past the limit before breaking off into pieces of finely ground dust as Jeff's never-ending battery of 'Fuck you!'s followed him around…
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"What happened?"
He couldn't avoid the question, there was no changing what he did...
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Jeff let out an almost feral growl as L.J didn't turn, nod his head, or even stop walking away from him. Nothing he was saying was having any effect on the walking monochromatic pile of crap he had been forced to put up with nearly every damn day ever since he had first stepped into that fucking Mansion.
Fine, if the clown wanted to pretend that words did nothing to him… then he'd show him just how deep words can cut.
"Hello?" he called after L.J, putting on as much of a sing-song voice as he was able to, "Earth to Dipshit? Anyone home?"
"Get lost," L.J growled slowly.
"Oh, look at that, it does speak!" Jeff mock gasped, "My, it's a Christmas miracle! Did his heart grow thrice the size? Or perhaps he's just learning that kidnapping people is an utter dick move?"
"Piss off,"
"For you see, no one can tell," Jeff ditched the high-pitch voice to adopt one of a philosopher, "Is it because he's just an emotionally constipated Liquorice Allsorts piece, who's so frightened of any real connection with anyone that he shuts himself off from the world? Or, just maybe, it's because he's an irritating bucket of shit that's so afraid of being abandoned again that he'll do anything to keep a teenager he's met less than a year ago..."
Jeff was cut off as L.J spun around, fast enough that the outstretched arm that had whipped across the now burning parts of his face and neck almost made an audible crack.
"Don't you dare..." L.J seethed as he pulled his fingers free from the wooden post they had gotten stuck in, "… think that you get to use that against me!"
There wasn't an icy tundra, nor desolate and barren moon, that could have produced the cold in Laughing Jack's voice as he stood there looking into the shell-shocked expression of Jeff. Red lines appearing across their where his fingers had caught him.
"Do you know what it was like? Waiting every-single-day hoping that you'd be free? You don't get to dare use that… against… me..."
Jeff hadn't moved… not an inch… and the red lines were standing out against his white skin with a more vibrant crimson that was now starting to swell in some places… but none more so than the now inch-thick coating that was running down his neck.
A bubble of blood popped in Jeff's mouth as he gave the barest hint of a cough; a hand falling limp halfway through its attempt to reach his scarlet throat as droplets of blood trickled their way out of his mouth.
L.J could have sworn that time stood still as he watched Jeff begin to sway, unable to look away from Jeff's wide, glassy, eyes.
Before Jeff could hit the ground, L.J had darted around him, cradling him with the lengths of his forearms as the two of them lay on the ground. His gaze was taken away from the shallow-breathing killer in his arms to look at the red stains starting to collect to drip off his fingers.
Tearing off a large part of his sleeve, L.J shifted how Jeff lay against him so that he could better see the killer's face. The red lines on his face were starting to slowly collect and drip, leaving streaks that were almost like small rivers of blood carving their way down his already torn and flayed cheeks.
"Stay with me," L.J didn't care how much his voice quivered as he pressed his torn sleeve to Jeff's throat, trying to stop, or at least, slow, the flow of the blood, "Hey, come on, you've gotten through worse, just… just…
SOMEONE GET HELP!"
The zombie-children nearby, who had been keeping out of the way to avoid whatever confrontation was happening, peered around the stalls to see what was causing their best friend such commotion before they all burst into action.
"See, they're gonna get help," the barest amount of relief fluttered into L.J's voice as he turned back to look at Jeff, only meeting glassy and unfocussed eyes, "They're getting…
No, no, no, no, no… come on, Jeff?"
L.J gave the still killer a gentle shake, not letting go of the cloth as he rested Jeff's body against the stall next to them.
"… Jeff?"
He tried to move some of the black hair that had slid down to cover his friend's face, hoping to find some small spark of life to prove that he could fix this, but the strands crumbled away like fine ash the moment his fingers touched them.
The ground beneath him seemed colder than a glacial ocean as he slumped back, looking on in despair as the stand of hair fully disintegrated and his skin beginning flaking to follow suit. His scarred mouth seemed to drop further, and further, open before falling off and showing the scarlet-stained bones beneath for a moment before those too began turning to dust.
"What happened?"
Slenderman's voice broke through the silence, all of Jack's previous play-mates giving him a berth metres wide so he could pass unobstructed to the sight of Laughing Jack kneeling emotionally defeated before a now rapidly disappearing Jeff.
In the moments of silence that followed Slenderman's arrival Jeff's body continued to fall apart until his hoody began to fold in on itself, having no solid body on the inside to support it anymore, as Laughing Jack remained silently watching the dissolving body of his friend.
The dust was blown away almost immediately, not sticking to anything as it was picked up by the breeze and carried away from them. Once the hoody had completely crumpled to the ground The Slenderman walked forward, his shoes making little to no sound despite the gravel path that he was upon, and set a cold hand down on L.J's shoulder.
Once the familiar sensation of static had passed, L.J found himself kneeling on the floor of a sparse, but ornate, office. A large marble fireplace dominated the wall to his left, orange tongues of fire coating the stripped wood logs in dull patterns that despite giving the room enough heat to keep you warm would still give you the cold sting of winter air.
L.J was manoeuvred up from his position on the floor and into a chair that he wasn't sure was there a few moments ago before he was left in near silence, the occasional pop and crack from the fireplace breaking the dead air that hung around him like a wet blanket as cold as the icy lake it had been drowned in.
For how long he had been sat there, he did not know.
It could have been seconds, minutes, or even days since The Slenderman left him there and returned with…
New waves of guilt racked his skeletal frame as he watched Slenderman place Jeff's now carefully folded jumper on the desk that… the small part of L.J's mind that wasn't caught in the maelstrom of remorse wondered whether or not anything in this room wasn't there until it was needed.
"What happened?"
Whatever you could call Slenderman's variation of a voice, you couldn't call it cold or angry… at that moment, at least…
And so, slowly, with a voice cracked from lack of use, Laughing Jack told the ancient being all that had happened over the past few weeks.
Throughout it all, Slenderman stayed silent.
"I see," came the simple response once L.J had failed to finished, unable to speak any further. His mouth seemed as dry as the last few bits of powder clinging to the soft, white, jumper.
"Is..." he croaked a moment later, "Is… is he…
"No, he is still alive..."
The shuddering breath of relief that Laughing Jack released was as clear as fine crystal. The weight dragging his body down lessening its grip on his soul and frame.
"… I can feel him now. Not here yet, but he will be returning to us shortly… however..."
"I have to go," L.J cut him off, his voice hollow and sounded as dead inside as the clown looked, "I can't stay here anymore,"
The Slenderman looked down at the two-tone trickster before him, watching as an odd effect seemed top be coming over him.
L.J's colours were… changing… The dark blacks were steadily, if slowly, turning lighter with the inverse occurring to the whites. Eventually, he did not doubt that the two would come to a stop and leave the guilt-wracked clown a single shade of dull grey.
Then, as if the day couldn't have gotten any farther from their regular abnormality, Slenderman surprised even himself…
"No, you do not have to leave,"
… he changed his mind.
The colours stopped their mutation as L.J appeared to be frozen in time.
"I will not forget this, Jack, but I do not see the need to send you from my domain for now.
This issue with yourself, Jeffrey, and your Proxy, however, must be resolved,"
L.J nodded, his colours settling back to how they once were. It seemed like the clown hadn't even noticed that they had ever changed.
The odd, almost indescribable, sensation that The Slenderman felt whenever someone entered his realm seemed to finalise and, without saying a word to excuse himself, he disappeared from the room, leaving the morose clown alone to try and bring the maelstrom that was his thoughts, his emotions, and his grief under control.
Re-appearing in a section that he rarely visited these days, he strode through the twisted trees towards the area that he knew that Jeffrey Woods was now laying.
Now, there are many famous and apt quotes that one could apply to this situation.
For you see, it would appear that the folly of man also applied to the slender being standing in the clearing as he came to a realisation…
He had forgotten to bring Jeffrey's clothes… and that the newly re-materialised killer lying in the ground was completely in the nude.
If Jeffrey was aware of that fact, then he gave no indication of it causing him concern. Nor did he give any indication that suggested he was disturbed by the waves of static that washed over the area when Slenderman disappeared and returned with a blanket to cover him.
Careful hands wrapped the blanket around his body as Jeff was lifted off the ground as if he was as light as a feather.
Bringing the now covered killer higher into the air, Slenderman moved the two of them into Jeff's room and set the unconscious killer down on the bed. Two more quick trips left his clothes folded on the desk next to him, and so Jeffrey slept on in a peace that he had not felt for a long time…
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Hogwarts.
The winds around the castle tore through the lands, causing everyone to bundle up tight to prevent the sting of icy air nipping at their exposed skin as they made their way around the old castle to and from classes.
Something new that various students were feeling, was gratitude for spending close to an hour in the dungeons. The fires around the cauldron's made for perfect huddling spots to warm up people's cold joints and frozen fingers while the doors locked heat in better than any of the other doors in Hogwarts.
Aside from the fires in the dungeons, the greenhouses outside provided Nirvana for those able to navigate the slippery grounds to get there. Heating charms kept the inside feeling like summer all year round, but it came with a heavy price.
After a rather interesting lesson of tending to Cobra-Coiled Chrysanthemums, in which the petals kept rearing like their namesake before spitting stamen at their tender like a miniature dart-firing machine gun.
Isaac wished that he had taken his 'nice and family-friendly hobby' gloves out with him that morning because he truly believed that a handful of blue fire was just the thing needed to comfort him as he walked out the steaming greenhouse and out into the freezing tundra-in-the-making.
But, he had not, and so he was subjected to what he suspected to be frost-bite levels of coldness.
"Holidays this weekend, I bet you're going to be happy to get away from the cold," Hermione's muffled voice broke through the tight wrapping of a thick scarf.
"Nope, it's been sheets of ice for the past week over there," Isaac said, thinking back to how he had heard Jane's broken arm had been set back a few weeks recovery after a fall trying to get down the porch stairs, "We just came out Herbology, right?"
"Yeah, lunch now," Hermione's eyes, which were pretty much the only thing you could see of her face, narrowed as she turned to face him, "Are you alright? You've been double-checking everything lately,"
"Just making sure..."
The past couple of weeks were… worrying for the young Proxy, to say the least.
He had noticed more gaps in his memory, and the accompanying headache's that came from when he tried to think about them weren't the most comforting of notions.
Ben had tried going through his memories with him, and while the headaches were more bearable being asleep his boyfriend, he couldn't help the smile when he called Ben that, couldn't find anything worrisome in them.
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The Mansion.
"So, erm… Teer… you busy?" Ben asked, knocking on the door.
He had waited until he had seen Helen milling around downstairs to disturb the golden-eyed puppet master.
"Nope," Teer appeared behind him.
Ben did not jump, thank you very much.
"I need to you check on Isaac," Ben said, "He's… he's having the memory skips again, and when I checked them over with him, it… I don't know how to describe it.
It was like watching a movie, but there are four projectors being used,"
Teer frowned at the blonde before him.
"That is… new," he shrugged, "Alright, I'll go see if I can get Slendy's permission to pop over when it's night there,"
"Alright, thanks for this," Ben sighed, knowing that The Slenderman would probably allow it since if Isaac was getting closer to snapping then it would be better for everyone if they had a heads up for it.
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Hogwarts.
Isaac was feeling… better about things.
Normally by this point he'd have lost some more time, but he'd lasted the day with no skips, no weird moments of jumping from one class to another.
All he had to do, was get into the Gryffindor common room, up the stairs, and to his bed so that the day could end.
Stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, he gave the Fat Lady the password, nodded to Hermione before heading past some first-years towards the stairs up to the bedroom. His hand was on the door, and…
The urge to break something tore through all of his nerves as he found himself in a part of the castle that he just couldn't place.
"No, no, no, no, no..." he muttered to himself, clawing at his hair as he looked around.
His head thrummed with a pain akin to the sensation of the numerous muscles around his skull tightening into twisted cords, or if an angry elephant desperate for a home-run had used him as the bat in a game of baseball against their most hated rival team.
Releasing his head before he squished his eyeballs into a bloody goop, it took his sight a moment to adjust to being able to see by the streams of moonlight shining in through the tall windows and get his bearings.
Sighing, he glanced around to check there were none of his belongings lying there next to him, check he still had his necklace, and then make his way down the corridors to a place he hadn't been particularly interested in going… but if he was losing time, he'd rather spend a night in relative discomfort rather than wake up covered in the blood of any classmate who happened to get in his way.
Pausing once to hide behind a statue commemorating a witch who's attempt to try and predict future events by the patterns of warts on the back of horned toads failed rather spectacularly. Wondering why she deserved a statue, Isaac leant around her humped back to check that the Prefect doing their rounds had passed him by before silently making his way towards a bathroom he knew all too well.
Quiet sounds of bubbling wails confirmed that a familiar ghost was indeed lounging in the U-bend of a nearby toilet, so it was with a hushed hiss that he opened the ancient entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
Climbing inside the filthy pipes, he was glad that Professor Flitwick had cancelled classes in the morning due to a seventh year's extra-credit assignment turning the room into a fantastical mess that Charles Dodgson could only dream of.
Settling into an alcove not far down the pipe, he found a loose piece of stone lying close by before making to retrieve an etching needle from his Runes set before remembering that his bag should be in the Gryffindor common room.
The scraping of stone signalled the closing of the entrance, and he was quickly engulfed in the darkness of the dank tunnels.
His muttered "Lumos," echoed down the seemingly endless cavern as the tip of his wand cast the shadows away and gave him enough sight to look around once more.
Tendrils of vines coming from… somewhere above him, proved easy enough to snap off once his wand was held within his mouth. After a brief moment of crawling through the ever-growing list of spells he was learning there, he transfigured the part of the root into a fine silver needle.
With the light growing dimmer now, he quickly began etching a rather useful rune that they had been taught earlier that semester when they had started looking at time-based effects and triggers.
Isaac sighed and gently hit his head against the cold stone for not thinking to check what time it was. Granted, his watch hadn't worked for near two years now, but he could've checked how high or low the moon was before climbing into this slimy mess of a network.
Setting it to drop after six hours, he let it float above his head, keeping it from drifting too far away by trapping it in a circle made from more of the vines growing around the place.
Stuffing his cloak into itself as a means to turn it into a somewhat comfortable makeshift pillow, Isaac carefully curled up and began his attempts to capture a rather elusive night of sleep.
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A strong and fluid body slinked along the cool, dark, marble floors as its tongue flitted in and out, tasting the air as it continued further into the poorly lit corridors.
The remnants of the day passed lingered in the air like a dying light in a damp cave… but there was something fresh… something new…
Fangs filled with venom, poised to strike, glistened slightly from the maw of a large serpent that let out a low and excited hiss.
There was someone else down there, lying against a wall as if only meaning to have closed their eyes for a moment before succumbing to the clutches of Morpheus.
They didn't stir as the snake reared its head, it's serpentine body seemed like it was quivering with anticipation and its eyes seemed to glow a sickening scarlet before it struck out at the sleeping man…
His cries of pain, pleads for help, and screams of agony echoed back along the empty corridors, unheard…
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The Mansion.
As Jeff ran his tongue along the edges of his mouth he found a sensation of dryness like he hadn't drunk anything in days and his eyes felt dryer.
His breaths began coming in ragged coughs that threatened to split his jaw off as each inhale brought a sensation like someone was scrapping ghost-peppers across flayed and salted skin.
"Drink,"
A cup was brought to his lips and he lapped up the refreshingly icy water like a compressed sponge in a rainstorm. He would deny the moan when the cup was taken away from him, despite having drunk every last drop.
Before he had time to cough again, the cup was replaced and more cold water was gently poured down his throat. Another refill later, and Jeff could feel the spit forming in his mouth.
"W-w-what..." he broke off into a series of hacking coughs as he was lifted into a comfier position.
"You died,"
If Jeff was confused, then he had just swallowed his tongue trying to comprehend what The Slenderman had just said.
"I… I…" Jeff's wheeze descended into further breathless gasps like he was learning to use his lungs for the first time.
"I would suggest you take a moment to get used to being alive again, you've been dead for the better part of two hours,"
"… two hours?" Jeff's voice was barely louder than that of a mouse with severe laryngitis.
"Indeed," Slenderman said, placing the cup on the bedside table, "From what I have gathered, both you and Laughing Jack took a step too far over the line,"
Jeff swore that his brain was overheating as memories blossomed to the surface.
His and Jack's fight… his temper… the sting of razor-sharp claws slicing his face into…
A shaky hand made it's way up to his face and neck, feeling the two of them for…
There were new lines… the thickest across the front of his throat with two others that cut across what was left of his lips and over the bridge of his nose.
"Is… is he..."
"I have not banished him from my lands, if that is what you were to ask. Nor has anyone seen him or been able to access his realm…
While perseverance is admirable, you will not be able to leave this room," Slenderman said as Jeff wrestled with getting the covers off and…
"WHYAMINAKED?" Jeff's screeched question sent him into another series of hacking coughs that signalled his voice finally giving out. *1
"None who return to my realm from Death come back clothed, though I did take the liberty of..."
The jumper and trousers were snatched from him faster than he would have thought the weak child before him could have moved.
Turning his back to give the pale white teen his privacy to change, the ancient entity almost gave in to the urge to sigh as he heard Jeff struggling to open the drawer that held his boxers.
A hiss akin to that of a lethargic cat being woken up was all the response he got from extending a tentacle to open the drawer for him.
"You will still not leave this room," Slenderman reminded him only to receive another hissed response.
With the eventual sound of a rising zip, Slenderman turned to find a now clothed Jeff sitting there while adjusting the black tank-top that stood out so much against his skin it looked like someone had poorly photo-shopped him.
Not saying a single thing, Slenderman watched as Jeff got to his feet…
… for roughly a whole second before every muscle and join below his waist gave out and he crumpled down on the floor like a marionette after their strings had been cut.
"I did say you will not leave this room,"
Weak fingers made feeble attempts to claw at the stiff carpet below him as Jeff coughed out another feeble attempt to speak.
"Enough of this,"
Before Jeff could make an inevitably unsuccessful attempt to get back to his feet he was lifted off the ground, dumped back on the bed, and had a comforter thrown across his face.
"Stay here..."
Jeff's menacing growl, lessened in effectiveness by his peaky complexion, sickly-bloodshot eyes, and feeble growl was blocked off again as Slenderman shoved the neck of a bottle in his mouth.
"… rest..." he ordered as the bottle of couch syrup was removed from the scarred mouth, "I can not say that I understand your position, or dilemma, but you are in no appropriate state to do anything about it.
Rest. Take time to heal. I have had words with Laughing Jack about the issue and there will be time for you to address it as well, but after you have finished healing yourself,"
With his breathing no longer feeling like it was drawing rusted razor-blades along this throat with each breath, Jeff furrowed his brow in his best attempt at glaring daggers into the suited being.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I promised Liu that I would tell him once you awoke and had had everything explained to you,"
And like that, Jeff wished that he was still asleep.
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Endnotes.
*1 – I relate to Jeff all too well here because I have been coughing my lungs out for 4 days and counting on 18/12/2019
I'm not dead!
Considering the endnotes I had in the last chapter… yeah.
It definitely has been a while since the last chapter, nearing 2 months.
In that time, I gave myself a rest for a bit and completely lost all urge to write. So, I decided to get the start on a couple of EXTRAS chapters that I'd been wanting to make for a while. Those have gone down alright, and it helped get me back in a writing mood.
Right, not got much else to say… Sbeve, drums, symbol, symbol, drums, snare.
Also, Ticking . Toby, my replies to you in the last chapter were the ones with the ';' as the name card because of Fanfic . net's rules on links and stuff.
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What did you think of the EXTRAS chapter?
The other one I'm working on shouldn't be out after this one. At the moment, I'm waiting to hear back from D.P.F.G before I upload it.
I'm not scrapping the story, not gonna do that. I want to finish it, I'm just struggling to get plot threads through the needle at the moment.
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Guest (Guest);
Yes, they were.
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MyraZinshu;
Yes, I've fixed that, I'm just a moron who can't use time properly.
Erm… you kinda lost me after 'Stumbles'…
Yeah, I put some S.C.P's in the store because of the EXTRAS chapter I put up.
Yes, Jason did indeed join the bet.
I'm not spoiling anything about what's happening.
Not… spoiling… anything…
Cool, how'd the piercing go?
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acherongoddess;
Thank you, I'll definitely have to go as Daniel Jackson again in the future.
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FANactic Writer;
Hope you're feeling better.
Nice, I'm going as Eyeless Jack for Halloween, and I'm doing helper stuff for a thing I do, so I get to properly terrify people.
My friend is dreading the Scooby-Doo stuff at the moment because of the Zombie Island sequel… apparently, it's dog shite.
I like writing the adorable stuff between Ben and Isaac.
Yeah, I thought that Jason was fun enough to have pop back in for a bit.
You'll find out soon enough… or was it in this chapter… I have no idea…
Thank you. You're PM did make a difference, and I'm proud of myself for reaching it as well.
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vampireharry the 2;
WELCOME!
Thank you, hope the wait wasn't too bad.
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Ticking . Toby;
Yeah, you're username broke the system for a little while, I've gone and fixed it by now, probably.
Yes, it was valium.
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fairygirl90;
CH 89;
Welcome!
I'm glad you liked it.
I really don't know what to do with Isaac's 'style' so to say.
CH92;
Yikes, hope you've been getting some sleep while waiting for this to go out.
Erm… no comment…
I hope she likes it too.
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Sicnarf14;
WELCOME!
I'm glad you love it.
On topic 1, no spoilers.
On topic 2, no spoilers.
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martincrystal1996;
WELCOME!
I think I'm gonna keep them as random things from now on, I was enjoying myself coming up with new ones each time.
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Matt (Guest);
They're from SCP.
I'll check it out… will have checked it out…
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demiangeldevil;
Glad you liked it.
Yeah, I'm liking writing them together, just need the third now…
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Guest (Guest);
CH92;
Glad you like it.
CH1;
Yes, and you'll all wait for however long as it takes for me to write this.
I don't get paid for this, it's not my job. This is a hobby.
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DesolateFox;
Yeah, I recognize that profile pic.
Another of my readers is going through an identity crisis.
I'm not saying much about what's happening, but it's one of the few things I've actually planned.
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Solem . Studio (Guest);
WELCOME!
I do believe you, because it apparently takes some readers a weekend or over to do so.
I'm glad that you think mine is the best, though that might be because mine is somewhat nearing completion and hasn't been abandoned.
Yes, I just called out 30 odd people with a single sentence, suck on that bitches!
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YinYangWriter;
Yes, Isaac's 'losing time' again…
Well… they're not proper SCP's… but they're based on them…
Yes, Isaac grabbed something. Not saying what it is yet because the first one I found that fit with ideas kinda sucked.
Nah, Fred prefers him without a glamour.
Well done for posting on time, something even I cannot do!
I'm definitely going to make the Jason the Toymaker cosplay, and I've even got a little bit of a head-start since at a drinking thing with my rugby group I was given a cheap top hat that I can easily modify… honestly, Jason could very well fit in with the Wonderland scene, just picture it.
Erm… what country are you again? Because if it's the U.S.A then I'm going to have to drop the States from my very unsure World Tour… I don't like big spiders, and I don't know how to legally walk around with a flame thrower yet so I don't have to deal with them.
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Small introvert;
CH27;
Oh, yikes, that would have me screaming.
CH33;
Yes, I giggled at that for a good few hours after posting that chapter at sporadic times throughout the day.
CH46;
Yes, he does.
CH63;
0w0.
CH92;
I am, don't worry, I'm just incredibly slow.
CH25;
Hehehe… I don't have any little sisters myself, so I'll take your word for it.
CH53;
I might have to make a place called that at some point, maybe the Cane's lair or something.
CH62;
Probably will do at some point, maybe an EXTRAS.
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rosie isis and rai the kitsune;
Yeah, this is still going.
It's fine, there's not much been going on.
I'm not bad, my dad was on the Prince of Wales for it's testing run and got back on the 6th of December after being away for 11-ish weeks. He missed my first 2 Rugby games, and you know how excited my second was for me!
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nessiesmith2012;
Welcome!
CH4;
As you've probably found out by now, the soul shard only influenced him to act on the feelings that were already there. Harry was already in a dark place which is why the shard was stronger.
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Serenity Haskett;
Welcome!
I'm glad you like it, I've been going back through some chapters to remind myself on what happened and I've not gone through one without cringing from the spelling errors I find.
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Kiera (Guest);
CH1;
You don't have to apologise, it takes me as long to write these things as it took you to find it!
I could write an essay-long rant about what I think is wrong with some fanfics and how people try to overcompensate things, or go overboard in making the characters 'cool' and 'edgy' while only showing that they were written by immature little…
'sedated for public safety'
So I'm back now…
I didn't give him the name Isaac from Grossman, the kid he met was just another kid that I wrote in to give him the name idea in the first place.
What you've said does make for an interesting idea, though, and I'm going to put it in an EXTRAS chapter at some point because I have a few ideas on what to do with it.
Isaac meeting Bellatrix is gonna be interesting if it happens.
Yeah, I have little to no idea on how to get to that stage.
I am too, I can't remember what I had in my head and I'm going to have to put the reveal off until I find the note I wrote it on.
DigitalMagic has been my favourite part of writing this and I love those two dorks.
Reading everything you wrote about those two brought a smile to my face and got my fingers moving again.
So everyone needs to thank you for getting my ass in gear and finishing this.
Dumbledore is gonna be Dumble-gone by the end of his life.
Yes, I know what I just wrote, it's supposed to be stupid.
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FelineHart;
CH91;
I'm here!
I've just had quite a busy time as of late and not much inspiration.
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And that was the last.
Definitely enjoyed my little break, hopefully, the creative juices are flowing better now.
They're probably not, but I do promise a Christmas treat for you in EXTRAS which will be updates to Headcanons and Godfather.
I've gotten the basics of what goes in next with those, and I hope you'll like them.
Speaking of liking things,
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see you in the next one… even though BBC's Sherlock has a more frequent schedule than I do…
Toodles!
SteamGeek01.
Creepypastas in this fic.
Ticci Toby – Kastoway.
Masky / Hoodie / The Operator – Marble Hornets.
Eyeless Jack – Kiki H.
Laughing Jack – Snuffbomb.
Jeff the Killer – BanninK.
Ben Drowned – Jadusable.
Sally – Kiki H.
Slenderman – Victor Surge.
Smile dog – Mary E.
Puppeteer – BleedingHeartworks.
Bloody Painter – Delucat.
Kagekao & Room 42 (Zippers & Sir Pebbles The Third) – Jinbeizamezama.
Homicidal Liu – Vampirenote13.
Jason the ToyMaker – Krisantyl.
Jane the Killer – AngryDogDesigns.
Clockwork – soffbois - According to reader research.
Candy Pop and Candy Cane – XXDirtyNightClownsXX.
Pianist – jill0mccloud.
The Pianist – This story didn't have a credit if anyone knows then please tell me so I can fix this.
Pokemon Dead Channel – star-byte. (BRVR's story)
The Good Doctor Locklear – Madame Macabre - check out her youtube channel, really recommend the music!
Feel free to leave a suggestion for stories to read, I've enjoyed the ones that have been sent in already, and I'm dying for more!