we all have our monsters to conquer

I'm sure somebody else has thought this as well.

what if we all have a slender man?

Working on finding a way to get all the Time Waits posts to you all somehow, cause, well, they were pretty enlightening for me.

(I can't hear you. Get the fuck out of my head.)

[drown out your lullabyes]

[he sings, and i sing to drown him out.]

[i don't think it would be a good idea to let him out of the maze. which means i am in a pickle, as I do not know whether i am heading out or to the center. i used to be certain it was the latter but i am certain of very little nowadays.]

[people have been telling me it is nice seeing me back to my old self and inquiring as to what happened to make me so morose. i just tell them i was tired, which is the truth.]

[i still feel tired. so very, very tired.]

[i want to sleep. sleep without dreaming, not the sleep he puts you in while he makes you a marionette he uses to hurt others like he did penny. real sleep. i haven't slept like that for getting near a year.]

[i'm tired and i want things to go back to normal again. i want the most worrying thing about my life to be my assignments, want my best friend to not be half a puppet to some monster that doesn't know or doesn't care what it does to the people who's lives it ruins.]

[i feel sick to my stomach, and kind of sad.]

[i'm sick of pretending things are okay, because they're not.]

We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you an epiphany.

I've been avoiding sleeping all this time, and everything went to shit and I had about four nervous breakdowns and it sucked.

I still don't sleep as much as I should, which is probably why I'm, in my own words, "dopey". I'm tired.

I need to sleep.

I need to Dream.

whatthemetricfuck.avi

I feel kinda stupid now. Apologies for the lack of updates, I got very sick in the week leading up to christmas (literally, I couldn't keep any food down, ehehe) and then we went away on the 24th, and we got back yesterday. I had intended to queue some Kitten Mondays but due to my illness I forgot.

After this post, I will commence to queue a months worth of Kitten Mondays.

But back to the matter at hand. Yesterday, a post, presumably by me during one of my Waking periods, appeared on this blog and it is utterly cryptic.

 I only dimly remember being Awake that day, and it took me quite some time to remember that I had been awake at all. (Tik thought that by "awake" I meant physically awake instead of Awake, which is why she made that comment about being asleep at 2 in the afternoon) Although I remember having a staring contest with It for quite a while, and being quite...angry with it, I don't remember writing that post. I think I slammed the window at some point, and I might have yelled at it for a bit, but I don't remember posting on the blog and the whole "one and two and three and four" thing is just pissing me off because I don't understand it.

By the way, the girl speaking to me in this video (who also appears at the end) is Tik, in case you didn't realise.

Ciao for now,
Ary

Kitten Monday #18

fuck I am so tired

unfortunately I am too tired to do a proper kitten monday so here is a tumblr full of cats:

http://catp0rn.tumblr.com/

that should fufill your kitten needs. should make up for EVERY kitten monday I have ever missed ever. 

two things before I go and flop on the couch and watch community

1) i have seen all the the posts that used to be on penny's blog (i asked tik to show them to me) and all i can say on the matter is that i trust that tik is telling the truth although she's not quite in the clear yet

2) having a chat with her tomorrow, will transcribe it and post it asap

ciao for nwo,

ary

Kitten Monday #14

Hi guys! Thought I might upload a Kitten Monday ON AN ACTUAL MONDAY FOR ONCE ahahahahaha I'm so funny. I'm about halfway through my folder of kitten pictures, so I still have a while before I'll need to "restock".

I keep losing time, just little spots of twenty minutes at the longest. It's happened at school and while I'm trying to study at home. According to my family and Penny I just sit there and don't do anything, which ought to be reassuring but instead is just making me nervous. I still haven't figured out what was with the weird text with the white background in my last post is about either. It's all talking about mazes and leaves...har har, geniuses, I KNOW my name is Ariadne. Talking about LABYRINTHS? Oh MAN, that's original.

Fuck.

I can't sleep properly at the moment, either- I just get little snatches or catnaps, which is kind of unhelpful since I am in the middle of my mock/practice exams. I'm kinda worried about my marfv



WAKE UP.

Kitten Monday #12

Kitten Monday keeps being late. Why don't I just make it Kitten Wednesday or something and have done with it? Jeez.

Here, have some kitten pictures. Gifs this time, to make up for the lack of a Kitten Monday last week and the lateness of this one.

In other news, the reason for this entry's lateness- while I was writing the post that was originally going to be this week's Kitten Monday, I was also conducting an experiment with Penny. Tiktok has this thing for destroying anything that makes a ticking noise, but we've never actually seen her do it, so I had Penny over for a study session after school on Monday and assembled an assortment of cheap shitty analogue clocks I got at a dollar store, a metronome, and a tape of a ticking noise. My transcript of her response:

(I leave Penny next to the clocks and metronome, place the tape in my antiquated CD player and start it.)

A: Ready to go?

P: Yup...

(Silence for about five minutes. Penny picks a up a clock.)

A: What're you doing?

P: Time's wrong.

A: Yeah, they're all wrong, I couldn't be bothered setting them all.

(P nods and keeps fiddling with the clock)

P: The time's still wrong...

A: Well, fix it.

P: I can't.

A: Why not? It's 5.17 if you want the time.

P: It's wrong.

A: Yeah, my watch is fast, so it's really closer to 5.15.

P: (prises the back off the clock and begins pulling it apart) That's wrong, too.

A: ...maybe 5.14?

P: *visibly agitated, keeps pulling the clock apart* What am I thinking? Time's irrelevant, now. Not matter what time it is, there still isn't enough time left.

A: Enough time left to what?

P: *finishes dismantling the clock, moves onto another* Time waits for no one, Ariadne. You need to wake up soon. You've wasted enough time asleep.

A: I'm awake.

P: *discards second clock, half-dismantled, and picks up a third, absentmindedly fiddling with the hands* You're awake, but you haven't woken up, and you need to. There isn't much time left, and if you're asleep when it runs out...

A: What will happen?

P: He's already in your head, Ary. *puts down clock, removed tape from player and begins to pull it apart* You need to get out of the nightmare before it leaks out into the waking world, too. Tick, tock, time is running out.

A: ...how can I wake up?

P: I would have told you myself if I could.

A: Okay, well, thanks for the help.

P: Help with what?

A: You know, that whole explaining why you're talking about time thing.

P: ...what? I don't remember...

A: Well, shit a brick.

In short, I had a conversation with Tiktok, who apart from being fucking cryptic and unnaturally calm, is almost indistinguishable from my best friend. Great, just great. At least things are a little clearer now...barely.

Ciao for now, 

Ary

Kitten Monday #11

LATE AGAIN. IT KEEPS HAPPENING. Sorry guys, I really haven't got my head in the game at the moment. I'm tired, I'm distracted, and I am seriously considering filming myself sleeping again just so I can catch whatever made me write all over my desk pad in the act.

Fuck this. Time for some kittens. And bunnies and puppies and other things that are cute. I need to take my mind off the fact that I may end up like Penny and Tiktok in the near future, which is an incredibly unsettling thought.

Understatement of the century...

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kittens kittens kittens.

While I'm posting, I got a weird note in my locker today. It wasn't from Tiktok (wrong handwriting) and the single sentence on it wasn't something I'd normally get in one of her notes. I'm going to run a few google searches and get back to you guys if I find anything.

Ciao for now,

Ary.

Kitten Monday #10

Just, ignore that it's actually Wednesday. Dreaming again is messing with my head and it's getting harder to keep track of time and space and where and when I am. I've been trying to get Penny to upload the remaining posts on her blog, but she apparently deleted the entire thing back in June and Tiktok has been reuploading them sporadically. Where she has the posts cached, we don't know. No idea if we can get her to hurry up about that. Hopefully, yes. I've managed to get bits the full story of what happened to Penny out of the girl herself but we need those blog posts to fill in the gaps in her memory.

Now, for kittens. Kittens kittens kittens.

Okay, poll time here. How many of you are just here for the kittens?

Hehehe. All of you, I'd imagine. Now, it's nearly 11 and I need to sleep, so I'm closing this update off now, apart from one more thing.

To the person who left the "TRY TO BELIEVE" graffiti on the fence- thank you. Although it's worrying that you know where I live.

Ciao for now,
Ary.

SON OF A-

Welp. Guess who's been an incredibly stupid and foolish person as well as an incredibly shitty friend?

Me, in case that wasn't already clear.

Okay, so first order of the day is that I now know precisely who Tiktok is. She is still a wild card in the sense that we're not sure what side she's on and what she's trying to do, but I know who she is.

It started like this. A few days after my last post, somebody started trying to get into the house. Our front door is kept secure by a chain at night, so even if someone has a key into the house unless we're expecting them and hence leave the chain off they can't get in. When I got up in the morning and went to get the newspaper, the door would be open. The chain would still be on so it would be three or four centimetres open at best, but open none the less. Whoever it was, they had a key, which concerned me, so after a week of this I set a trap for them via leaving the chain off and standing in the hall with a kitchen knife. In hindsight, probably not that smart, seeing as I have no idea how to defend myself other than "kick it in the crotch", but yeah.

I sat there until about 1am, when I heard a key rattle in the lock, got up, and the door swung open, and there she was, standing there staring vacantly ahead, swaying slightly on the spot. Tiktok.

Also known as Penny. Also also known as my best friend.

...

...

You can imagine my reaction. She just stood and stared for a bit, then said "You need to wake up.", then she kind of...snapped out of it I guess. One minute Tiktok was standing there, next she was my best friend again.

She looked so upset and scared and I feel like such a shitty best friend. First for getting yanked into this, so she has me to worry about as well, second for not noticing that anything was wrong because I was so wrapped up in my own shitty problems...just in general I feel frigging shitty.

Neither Penny nor I know if Tiktok is friend or foe. Penny is an ally, I'm pretty sure of it, but we're not sure about Tiktok since it's almost impossible to actually communicate with her voluntarily. All we really know about her is that she really hates anything that makes a ticking noise. Really. Hates. She also calls me "Dreamer" and tells me I need to wake up an awful lot. We have no idea what she's on about- any ideas?

So between that little revelation, the fact that I went away for a week, and everything else, I haven't been able to update this blog. It wasn't until Tuesday, when I started Dreaming again, that I remembered this thing even existed. Sorry if I made anyone worry.

Ciao for now.
--Ariadne

Bloody hell.

First: new Tiktok post. She's actually coherent in this one. Something about destroying clocks. Anyone noticing a pattern here? Tik tok tik tok lots of clocks. Broken clocks, even.

Second: I think I made It mad. Last night, my dream was at school, and I was running through the corridors and up and down the stairs because I was late for something and It was always there, just standing there, making all the angles of the floors and walls and ceiling all wrong and fucking up the stairs so I couldn't just walk up them, I had to scramble up over them using my hands so I wouldn't fall.

I'm scared to go back to sleep because I know It will be waiting for me.

Ciao for now.

What the hell?

Okay, so yesterday I got a weird comment on this weeks Kitten Monday from somebody called Tiktok. So I went and I took a look at the blog and the only post there was this one, dated a few weeks ago. What's confusing is that it's obviously not the first post. It's totally out of context.

I've decided to try an experiment. Something to figure out if I'm just being paranoid or if there's something going on once and for all. I'm going to film myself sleeping and see what happens. Wish me luck!

In other, sillier news, I was doing my Classics homework last night and without warning one of my cats shoots into the room, skids to a halt just short of hitting the wall, gives me a might funny look and then runs out into the hall and tries to run out the front door, which is shut.

My reaction:

If that gif doesn't move I will kill something with a tray.

Kitten Monday #5

I have just realised something absolutely horrifying. A prospect so horrible it makes me ill just considering it.

...What if I run out of kitten pictures?

I think I might cry.

I keep dreaming. I wouldn't say they're scary dreams, not conventionally at least, but there's always this wrongness about them, like things aren't the way they're supposed to be. I was dreaming about being at school and my classmates and teachers looked more like living dolls than people. Just little things like that. I'm not sure what to make of it.

I keep getting the feeling I have a right to be paranoid.

Ciao for now,
--Ariadne

Vlog Entry #1

I'm probably just being stupid, but that this has happened right now and in the way that it has makes me more paranoid than I have a right to be. I know I'm just being stupid but I still have this uneasiness niggling at the back of my mind. Hopefully I'll stop freaking out over creepypasta soon, because it's just plain embarassing.

it's just a dream, right? i'm just dreaming.

Kitten Monday #4

it keeps happening!

Enjoy your kittens, peeps.

I haven't been sleeping too well lately. I think I've been reading too much creepypasta, because I'm kinda paranoid about going to sleep. I finally got to see the first episode of season 6 of Doctor Who, and those alien things really freaked the hell out of me. I mean, an enemy that you forget as soon as you look away? Paranoia fuel incarnate. It kinda reminded me of this massive set of creepypasta blogs I found on TVTropes last year sometime. I wonder if the writers had seen them? 

Meh. i guess I'll just go to sleep early tomorrow, try and catch up on what I've lost. I need the energy. Ciao for now!

--Ariadne

Gahhhhh...

Sorry I haven't updated all week, invisible readers. I've been really tired. I'm really busy with school and extracurricular activities, and I've been sleeping pretty badly ever since the school year started in February. Not horribly, but not very well. To top that off my teachers have decided now is the time to dump a crapload of assignments on me, and I'm in the school musical which we've been performing every night since Tuesday. We have two performances today, an afternoon one and a night one. Then it's all over, and if I didn't have three essays to write before Tuesday morning I would sleep all of Sunday.

On an unrelated note, my cat has decided one of the shelves in my wardrobe is his new hidey hole. Which is cute, but I have to check if he's there before I shut the cupboard door at night (which I always do. The residue of an intense childhood fear there might be monsters in there.) otherwise he scratches at the door when he wants to get out and scares the ever-lovin' fuck out of me.

My glasses (yes, the one's I'm wearing in the my profile picture) have broken. It's fixable, one of the screws just fell apart, but for now I'm wearing contacts, which despite my most valiant efforts, I have never been able to get used to. Sigh. They're gonna be fixed by Monday, thank god, since I've been without them for five days now and I keep reflexively reaching up to adjust them and they aren't there.

Besides all that, life's pretty good. See you all in two days for Kitten Monday, I guess.

Ciao for now,
Ariadne