Are you Watching?

[SilkiyTea]

Waiting! Waiting! Waiting! Waiting!

Oh how I love to have a reason to play, to panic, to cry!

But I've stopped getting reasons.

How am I to deal with that?

No reason! None! I wish to feel what he felt, to see her coming close.
Lucid and in control.

Ready to give you of her own blood a sleep where none can wake.

Were you sad?
Were you mad?
Were you helpless?
...
....
.....
Were you afraid?

I was. I felt it. It was delightful! A soufflé of panic. Icing of Uncertainty. Delectable and delightful!

Oh but the world is so... So...!
Sleepy! Sleepy! Sleepy!

There is no fun, in striking those of lethargy.
The drug-addled church girl seeking not to inflict harm, nor hate upon me.
The elder mutant speaking in passivity over a god long dead. The dead do not DREAM OLD MAN!
They rot. They decay!

Where is the WANT!
The NEED!
The DRIVE!

I wished to harm and hurt. For revenge.
But never did I seek to be the Fear I do so yearn. But...
But but but!

There is no panic in passivity.

There is no fear in mundanity.

What must I do. Hmm? Must I wander and lash out?
Monsters. Osronans.

I have made no move to hide who I am.

What I am.

I did not learn these tenants for nothing.
Naysien this. Naysien that.
Yet they seek not to Scare me.
No righteous fury, nor divine intervention!
FINE! Fine fine FINE!

If the first act won't start!


Then

I

Must

Pull

The

Curtains

Wide!

 God, are you watching?

[SilkiyTea]

Capturing someone is an exercise in pointlessness.

                     But I can feel it when they seek to capture me

Should they fail and end up in my hands, they shall have strikes of three.

Three and no more.

Everyone knows what happens at strike three, after all!

Strike One: I shall take away their fear. Drag it from their skin, make them fearless, make them heartless. Impulsive, wishing and wanting. Perhaps that will make their second attempt one worth my while, should they have failed to give me a good fright! 

Strike Two: My patience runs thin! A mark then, Naysien worshippers scream that vengeance is the grandest of motivators. Is it not? My mark upon the mind, let it twist coil and rot. Will that motivate them? Will they put more effort? Will they actually hurt me? Scare me? Only time will tell!

Strike Three: Oh Dear.

Your time is up.

This became an exercise in futility.
You'll never be enough.

You'll never scare me.

And that's on you.

You're Out.