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AloneYou open your eyes to a blissful silence, punctuated only occasionally by the soft hum of the oxygen scrubber. You unzip yourself from your sleeping pod and float gently and slowly toward the window. You look out onto the planet Jupiter. The station’s inclined orbit has placed you directly of the Great Red Spot this morning. You smile softly; for all the surrounding beauty, this is your favorite site. The Great Red Spot, a storm, thousands of kilometers wide, spinning wildly for the past few hundred years. . .which reminds you: “What day is it?” You take a look at the clock. July 17, 2142. Tuesday. Ew. You hate Tuesdays. Everything bad happens on Tuesdays. It’s only been five years since the Readjustment. Five years since the Unified World Government ordered the evacuation of the dying planet Earth. You sigh to yourself; you were one of the useful, lucky ones that got off first. You guess being an astrophysicist has its perks when you have to go live in space. .
It Was Only a Matter of Time.They watched as oxygen levels in the other section dropped lower, and lower.
They watched as the engineers working at the breech choked and died.
They who were sealed off, behind a layer of steel and rubber gaskets watched.
They knew they too were doomed, it was only a matter of time.
Nobody else would come.
They had seen the flashes of nuclear war, watched as the world tore itself to pieces.
Nobody would come.
They knew the station's orbit would decay.
It would enter the atmosphere and burn.
They would die.
They watched the needle drop.
It was only a matter of time.
Time to dieThe time has come
I can't wait any longer
My mind is ready
Ending your life is a must
Tormenting me is all you do
Observe as I kill you
Don't be afraid
It won't hurt much
Every life comes to an end after all
Eyeless JackHello, my name is Eyeless Jack. I believe I missed your name.
Oh, you don't want me to hurt you? Well, isn't that a shame.
You see dear, I'm a cannibal, and you'll be my next feast.
But don't worry, I won't eat all of you. Just your kidneys at the least.
I'll cut you open with my scalpel and expose the sumptuous organs.
If you're lucky, I'll only take one, and you might see the light of day again.
Hush now. Stop your crying. Screaming only makes it hurt more.
Continue like this and I promise you you'll be found dead on the floor.
But should you live, make sure that you remember the blue mask with no eyes,
For those who think they can forget are the morsels who always die.
Laughing JackHello there, my dear! My name is Laughing Jack!
Should you ever need a friend, always know I have your back.
Though I might not be supportive in quite the way you think.
You see, I'm mad in the head and my sanity is on the brink.
Some compare me to the Mad Hatter, but worse will be your fate
When you open up my box and fill me with your hate.
My giggles and monochrome colors will leave you dizzy.
My, haven't you found yourself in quite the tizzy!
Just take a handful of my candy,
But don't be foolish to think things fine and dandy.
I may be a clown but you be the fool.
The last thing you'll remember is Pop Goes the Weasel.
Masky and HoodieWhat up guys? I'm Masky. I work for Slenderman.
So does Hoodie. We're his proxies. Try to escape us if you can.
You may think we're just humans but we can still bring you loss.
Slender sickness isn't a trait that solely belongs to our boss.
We'll lead you into Slender's woods where you'll find all his pages.
Try and run while you can but you cannot escape us.
Just surrender to your fate cause there's no way to escape.
You can run but can't hide. No right choices can you make.
You see, if our boss doesn't kill you, we will.
You might as well just swallow your future like a pill.
Either way you look at this, we know you're gonna die.
Wandering into Slender's words means you'll never make it out alive.
The First Cut.A drop of blood works its way down,
my wrist like a tear drop.
Similar to when my father gave me both
the first time he came home drunk.
But I loved it.
Now, the blade tangos with the skin on my chest,
the two dancers becoming more intimate,
day by day, slowly moving into newer locations.
They leave behind their trail of work, but I am
their only audience.
But one day, he goes too far,
he pushes her too far and suddenly
They stop dancing.
He lets go.
The stage falls down and stops breathing.
HerobrineHerobrine, here, not to be confused with Steve.
If you're a hater of Minecraft, then you might as well just leave.
My white eyes will bore into you and pierce your very soul.
Crossing my path will lead you to a fate truly foul.
If you're a masochist I'll give you what you need.
I'll chop you up with my diamond sword so you're cut up and bleed.
I'll sneak in through your console if you dare to cross my path.
I'll whack you with my pickaxe until you beg for death.
Maybe I will kill you or make you my digital slave.
Maybe you should have known not to be so naive.
When you're found, your soulless body will be all that's left of you.
You're trapped in Minecraft now and we're not finished till I say we're through.
treasure seekerRule I.
what breathes and moves through the deep, belongs to the deep
you walk and darkness follows
bleeding like rain
of dusty shadows
from the highest ceilings
from their weeping slots
of bone and broken
you walk fast
and yet nothing else
moves in the dark
but that ghastly
of your hopeful
my treasure dreamer
everything is dead
deep under ground
even an echo
even a sigh
did you forget?
do not turn back, treasure seeker
do not turn around
my greedy soul
it's too late
far too late
there is a demon
with eyes like
pits of ember
and he won't let you go
how he laughs
like a fierce hellfire down down
in the deeps
through the underground
where nothing lives
not an echo
and he won't leave you alone
I Speak the LightI speak the Light
To write in gilded ink
Seraphs in my quill
The wings from page to page
They sing the words I write
The shadows turn to ash
Their wings melt away
Whisked into darkness
Pointed ears to horns
And silver locks to fire
These, my child,
Are the ones we smite.
Flight, robbed by rusted shears
I speak the Light
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