We've been trying to get the remaining posts up on Time Waits and Penny keeps deleting them off Tik's computer, and then when I decided to just do the job myself and upload the txt files Penny changed the password to the blog.
Fuck.
I'm gonna see if I can find another way to get the posts uploaded.
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Thursday, 15 March 2012
Wednesday, 14 December 2011
A conversation with Tiktok
Apologies for the lack of a Kitten Monday (AGAIN!) this week. Tiktok and I engaged in the quintessential teenage-girl activity during the holidays- a sleepover and a movie marathon.
I don't really feel comfortable calling her Tiktok. She may only be, in her own words "a shadow of what she used to be", but to me she is still Penny. She likes the same movies, the same music, still laughs at our injokes. She's still my best friend. She's Penny. the part of her she calls Penny, (or She, or Her) belongs to It. She's nothing more than a marionette now.
Speaking of Her, to Tiktok's puzzlement she has not taken the reins, as it were, for quite some time. Since she started reuploading the old posts to Time Waits, in fact. Although it's tempting to assume the best, my life hasn't really worked that way for a very long time.
I transcribed a particular conversations you lot might find interesting. It is as follows:
A: So why do you call yourself Tiktok?
T: She called me that, really. Because in the beginning all I was was the ticking. I couldn't do much else, just tick and tock and tick-tock some more. Back when she was Penny and I was nothing more than self-preservation, urging her to keep away, wake up, see Him for what he was, I was just the ticking. When she lost her identity, I gained mine. And for lack of anything else to call myself, I called myself Tiktok.
A: You've said you are to Penny what Waking!Ary is to m-
T: We're the only cases of Dreaming and Waking I know of, but I hope sincerely that-
A: You sound really weird using formal language.
T: I love you too, you're a great friend- I hope sincerely that splitting the Waking self from the Dreaming self completely to hinder Him from using you for his purposes is the worst case scenario.
A: Uh...what?
T: Okay, to put it shortly, stop referring to your Waking self as separate from yourself. She's still you. You can wake up and see things for what they really are, see things for what they really are. That's probably why the letters in your name are red when you are Awake. You're asserting, to yourself, that you are still you.
A: So Waking is basically some kind of freaky superpower?
T: Not really. From what I can see, most people who are involved Him Wake sooner or later. You're unusual in that even after Waking you still can still go back to Dreaming. That worries me.
A: So what the fuck is Waking actually?
T: It's being able to see Him. That's all. Any other differences are, well- I have this idea that it's because he doesn't belong in our reality so he fucks shit up.
A: Fair. C'mon, we prolly have time to watch another terrible musical before Mum makes us go to sleep.
Personally, I find that highly informative. Anyone have any thoughts? Other than "DONT TRUST TIKTOK". (I heard you the first time, JediZero.)
Ciao for now,
Ariadne
I don't really feel comfortable calling her Tiktok. She may only be, in her own words "a shadow of what she used to be", but to me she is still Penny. She likes the same movies, the same music, still laughs at our injokes. She's still my best friend. She's Penny. the part of her she calls Penny, (or She, or Her) belongs to It. She's nothing more than a marionette now.
Speaking of Her, to Tiktok's puzzlement she has not taken the reins, as it were, for quite some time. Since she started reuploading the old posts to Time Waits, in fact. Although it's tempting to assume the best, my life hasn't really worked that way for a very long time.
I transcribed a particular conversations you lot might find interesting. It is as follows:
A: So why do you call yourself Tiktok?
T: She called me that, really. Because in the beginning all I was was the ticking. I couldn't do much else, just tick and tock and tick-tock some more. Back when she was Penny and I was nothing more than self-preservation, urging her to keep away, wake up, see Him for what he was, I was just the ticking. When she lost her identity, I gained mine. And for lack of anything else to call myself, I called myself Tiktok.
A: You've said you are to Penny what Waking!Ary is to m-
T: We're the only cases of Dreaming and Waking I know of, but I hope sincerely that-
A: You sound really weird using formal language.
T: I love you too, you're a great friend- I hope sincerely that splitting the Waking self from the Dreaming self completely to hinder Him from using you for his purposes is the worst case scenario.
A: Uh...what?
T: Okay, to put it shortly, stop referring to your Waking self as separate from yourself. She's still you. You can wake up and see things for what they really are, see things for what they really are. That's probably why the letters in your name are red when you are Awake. You're asserting, to yourself, that you are still you.
A: So Waking is basically some kind of freaky superpower?
T: Not really. From what I can see, most people who are involved Him Wake sooner or later. You're unusual in that even after Waking you still can still go back to Dreaming. That worries me.
A: So what the fuck is Waking actually?
T: It's being able to see Him. That's all. Any other differences are, well- I have this idea that it's because he doesn't belong in our reality so he fucks shit up.
A: Fair. C'mon, we prolly have time to watch another terrible musical before Mum makes us go to sleep.
Personally, I find that highly informative. Anyone have any thoughts? Other than "DONT TRUST TIKTOK". (I heard you the first time, JediZero.)
Ciao for now,
Ariadne
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
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.
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
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
The mystery of the note that never was
Sorry guys, no kitten monday this week. First, I've had to start braving the Dreams and getting more than a few hours sleep per night because mock examinations are coming up, and although I'm less tired it means I'm getting disoriented and cranky all the time.
Second is about the notes.
First: I tried to photograph one of the notes (one of the WAKE UP ones, not in my handwriting) to show you guys in the weekend. Result:
Second is about the notes.
First: I tried to photograph one of the notes (one of the WAKE UP ones, not in my handwriting) to show you guys in the weekend. Result:
What the fuck?
Notes from Tiktok appear to be just fine and one of the notes from whom I don't know the sender is also fine. Actually, while I'm on that topic, does anyone know the significance of the phrase "Try to believe"? I got a couple of notes with that written on it and I don't think they're from Tiktok or the same person as the "wake up" notes. Does anybody know?
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
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...
\
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...
\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.
Saturday, 6 August 2011
what the fuck is this
I have this pad of paper on my desk. It's A2 size and I doodle on it and leave notes to myself and stuff. I woke up this morning and found writing almost covering it. A few points to start on before I show you the image
1. Most if the text is some variant on "wake up".
2. There are also occurrences of "tik tok", "time is running out", "the dreamer must wake" pictures of clocks, one drawing of a person sleeping, the roman numeral II, a picture of our faceless friend, "only the blind can see, only the sleeping can truly wake", and the title of my blog.
3. It's all in my handwriting. All of it.
4. Fuck my life up the ass with an assortment of rusty garden tools.
5. And a chainsaw.
Photos, for the curious:
I don't know what to do. I just want this all to be a nightmare.
Please, please let it be a nightmare.
1. Most if the text is some variant on "wake up".
2. There are also occurrences of "tik tok", "time is running out", "the dreamer must wake" pictures of clocks, one drawing of a person sleeping, the roman numeral II, a picture of our faceless friend, "only the blind can see, only the sleeping can truly wake", and the title of my blog.
3. It's all in my handwriting. All of it.
4. Fuck my life up the ass with an assortment of rusty garden tools.
5. And a chainsaw.
Photos, for the curious:
Welp.
Looks like I'm fucked. Not even the inside of my own head is safe anymore. I can't even trust myself?
I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I've read the other blogs, blogs about people fighting- there was even a blog in my area, manned by two fighters but they don't remember now, and I'm glad for them, but the fact is I'm a scrawny high school girl who can't even run the cross country without wanting to collapse right afterwards. And running is not an option. I'm sixteen, I'll either be alone or with Penny, and there are dodgy people out there.
I don't know what to do. I just want this all to be a nightmare.
Please, please let it be a nightmare.
Friday, 29 July 2011
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
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
Monday, 27 June 2011
Kitten Monday #9
IT KEEPS HAPPENING
Unfortunately the computer I keep all my kittenpictures on is away getting repaired and I did not have the foresight to put them on a USB stick. Fortunately, I have a video (or two) for you all this time!
Click here!
And here!
I'll retrieve the notes (there are three) from my locker tomorrow night or Wednesday and either scan or photograph them to upload sometime before the weekend. I honestly have no idea what the crap the sender is trying to tell me because all I'm getting out of them is "BLUH BLUH CRYPTIC BULLSHIT". if you're trying to warn me, mystery admirer, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do so in a way I can understand!
Ciao for now,
Ariadne
Unfortunately the computer I keep all my kittenpictures on is away getting repaired and I did not have the foresight to put them on a USB stick. Fortunately, I have a video (or two) for you all this time!
Click here!
And here!
I'll retrieve the notes (there are three) from my locker tomorrow night or Wednesday and either scan or photograph them to upload sometime before the weekend. I honestly have no idea what the crap the sender is trying to tell me because all I'm getting out of them is "BLUH BLUH CRYPTIC BULLSHIT". if you're trying to warn me, mystery admirer, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do so in a way I can understand!
Ciao for now,
Ariadne
Sunday, 26 June 2011
Welp.
Got some really weird notes in my locker at school. I think they might be from Tiktok. There's none of her usual tiktoktiktoktiktoktiktok shtick though, so I do wonder if they're from somebody else.
I'll photograph them for you guys later this week, kay?
Ciao for now,
--Ariadne
I'll photograph them for you guys later this week, kay?
Ciao for now,
--Ariadne
Thursday, 9 June 2011
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.
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.
Monday, 6 June 2011
Kitten Monday #6
EDIT: I should probably link the Tiktok post, amirite? :D
It's rather late (well, still monday, but very late on a monday) but nevertheless, before I get onto the weird shit here is Kitten Monday (complete with a gif to make up for the lateness.)
It's rather late (well, still monday, but very late on a monday) but nevertheless, before I get onto the weird shit here is Kitten Monday (complete with a gif to make up for the lateness.)
Two weird things:
1) New Tiktok post. The timestamp on this one is back in April, weirdly enough. Out of chronological order. Tiktok seems a lot more coherent in this one, which is a plus, although it's still utterly out of context. The hell?
2) I did the filming-myself sleeping thing. I'd show you some of the footage, but it's literally about eight hours of nothing. I was actually certain that there was something freaky going on, and from what research I have done He is a total camwhore, but seriously nothing. I...I guess I was just being paranoid about nothing, right? I still had the weird dreams and all, but I had the camera in such a place that I could see almost the whole room when I reviewed the footage and...well...zilch.
Oh well. It's kinda late, I should go to sleep. Ciao for now, all.
--Ariadne
Thursday, 2 June 2011
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:
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.
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