Username: Tegaus
GM Name: Void, previously Delilah
GM Gender: Female
Theme Song: Cheryl by Klippa
Silent Heaven from the Silent Hill 2 OST
Endless Deep by Herbst9
^Put on any song but Cheryl (Since it is far too upbeat) while reading.
What Does She Make You Think Of: She makes me think of corrupted innocence, or a child unknowingly being influenced by corrupt things, while still maintaining innocence. You can only do what you know.
Backstory:(HOLY CRAP THIS IS FINISHED. Sorry, the ending is a little rushed....)
Prologue;
Don't you dare
To turn and stare,
and meet their glare
Retain what you own
What's untouched and alone,
the part of you that's unknown
Lest it wither away
And let conquerors slay
you, so you shall obey
It's better you die,
a child, never cry
Never weep, and sigh
Once was a girl
So distant from the world
And she kept close to her a song
To keep her strong, and she danced along
To the beat of the stars, because their melody reached far
To the physical, she was blind
Never a glow, or a shine
Could scratch or tickle her eye
So bliss and serenity,
had still been friendly
With that girl, once full of will
Surrounded by hallow corpses
Lost of their mind, wallowing in time
But she did not realize their hateful eyes
For never had she ever rejected or despised
She was an island so barren of the hypnotized
But then came a wanderin' a thief
and the plague, and a tail of
maids traveling behind just a step
They said, "Girl, what you've just met
Is gonna make your mind wet
and filthy with thoughts of the wealthy."
And a crowd came to shroud the city
with silhouettes making worthless bets
That girl's lovely eyes reflected the chaos
As men coming to gain, only gathered loss
All of the maids soon became slaves
to stealthy hands, and the grains of sand
Began to fall, and the girl counted them all
Never had she seen such greed and claims of need
So carelessly thrown by the ones who want something to own
The rich left poor, the poor with nothing more
But all left with something within
Parasites nested inside their hearts
And they did their part, to set in motion
The destruction of the child's emotion
But even in the end, while her mind can't mend
She'll remain with a mind not heavy with sin
"I know what I have to do. I've made my mistakes, and I'm not going to the one to fix them, I won't be the one to carry the blame, and I certainly can't be the one to tell the truth. What I am is what I've done, and the only things I can do. But what I am going to remembered for is the man who did what no one else could, slay the the cause of all pain, and sadness, and fear in the world. Put an end to the 'monster', the barrier to our salvation and ascension. The shambler, the limper, the creature injured from time tearing away the flesh from it's broken corpse. The one who travels across the Earth only to drag a bag heavy with a foul smelling curse. So putrid the smell, legends tell of it's ability to paralyze and blind, for it is the smell of rage.
It's only natural for the world to wish for the condemnation of this unfamiliar child, and to chose a puppet for them to dress in a crown of hallow praise. To them, I am just an ordinary man, so favored by the 'givers of luck', but the child... The child cannot be recognized. It wouldn't do any good to try to explain to the world what she was, and what this chain of situations has dragged me to become. Both of us appear simply what we seem to onlookers, and their mind rejects any other interpretation of it.
I will admit, I'll long for the day where I lift my stiff bones out from this mechanical pit, and look into the face of sunlight, but I know by the time I'll have a chance, my mind won't be able to appreciate it. It's funny to think that I might actually like living in this oil soaked valley of death in just a few hours... Haha, is my mind already converting? It feels strange.
Haha, ha.. Heh... Haha.I feel that it's only my duty to release this child from her torment. Is 'child' and 'her' really the right words to say anymore? I haven't stared at it's physical body in years, I am... Too afraid.
NOOO, ARGH... My head, my head, my head. I feel like a knife just planted itself inside my pain... Sh...arrpp...
NO, no, I'm not slipping yet!I still have to stay calm... I have to tell someone, so the cycle cannot repeat itself.
To anyone who receives this message, then you're already in tangled deep into a thread of events that'll stop your blood cold. Any amount of struggles you attempt will only cause the fibers of the inescapable to wrap so tight around you it'll dig into your skin. If you're not a masochist, and you wish to shorten your torment, read this note to the end. If you chose to ignore this, and try to find salvation, then you've set the snares of for future generations to set upon, and prolonged your suffering. But if you take the words I have into consideration, which have been carefully crafted with anyone who might become a prisoner into this Venus Fly Trap world in mind, then you're already on set the first track of purity down. In time, you might build a railroad. But make sure it's you alone building, and not generations upon generations of poor fools setting down one track a person.
I'll try to be as thorough as I can, but I don't think I'll last long. I doubt I'll even be the same creature in the future, the same mind, and I might the one whose your burden. Whatever may remain of me in the future, whatever weaknesses of mine you discover hiding in this note, use it against what I will become. No matter what, don't listen to what it says. It's mind so broken it can't even comprehend it, human beings cannot even understand the damage inflicted upon the poor soul.
What it speaks of... Aren't spoken. They aren't words, but whenever it's voice drifts to my deaf ears I see a faint image... So blurred, violently planting itself inside my mind while the whole world shakes and fires lit inside my memories and they burn away while all those I have ever seen scream even those who have no spoken to me and those who cannot speak scream the loudest and I beg of you plead of younever try to make the image clear
Have you ever looked straight in the eyes of a creature that tries to be what it's not?
I remember what it was. It was just a little girl that I led by the palm of the hand into my house. She was human. She was a child. I keep saying this over and over again but I still can't believe it.
Whenever she turned, two pigtails would sway in any direction she commanded. Her dark, blonde hair was constantly braided, in the style you'd expect a child emerging from kindergarten would sport. She couldn't have been more than ten, but I suppose she lost contact with the rest of the world at a very young age. I should have known the child wasn't right when I found her, but no one in their sane minds would figure out the truth. Surely, the child must have been shaken terribly. I found her soaked in mud and scrapes running up and down her legs and arms. Even then I knew how strange it was to find another human being so far into the wasteland I occupied, but I knew the method of which she traveled didn't matter as much as the destination she came to. It was truly no one more than us two, and it had just been me years prior, and I longed for civilization to once again set foot in the ash desert I lived in. I had hoped the child would tell tales of separation from a group visiting my desolate wasteland, but she would always say that she didn't know how she got there.
It would be cruelty to not take the child in, although she would surely drain what little resources I had, I had little concern for my own self while I was in the presence of the first human I've seen in years, nevertheless a child! She became my company, and I became her caretaker, and we would both keep other on the edge of sanity, but the child was much nearer to the edge than I was. Poor little Delilah was on the line of a girl and something vaguely human.
I first began to see the signs when I heard her describe her dreams.
Time passed, the amount I knew was not worth measuring, but when the child trusted me, she told what she saw when the windows of the universe loosen in her mind. She peaked at little things that could be passed off as mere fantasy. All she could describe, at the beginning, was just multicolored blurs and sometimes sounds hard to hear. But soon those blurs began to adopt shapes, and I noticed patterns in her dreams as the sounds became more noticeable. She was having different versions of the same dream, over and over again, dreams just barely clearer than the one before it. I thought it must have been a memory replaying in her mind, which explained the sounds. For some reason, Delilah seemed uncomfortable with the dreams, although nothing she described seemed distressing.
The dreams began to evolve, gaining more sounds and more visuals as time marched on.
Then things began to change. I supposed, at the time, it was just tricks of the mind. Delilah didn't seem to take notice of the slight changes of the environment, because after all, only material things not worth looking for reappeared in different places than they were originally placed. But I do remember how strange and awkward it felt to walk around the halls of my tattered house, feeling something isn't right but being unable to say what detail was off. It's like looking into an hourglass and thinking that one grain of sand had been added, or taken away, and you can't determine which one.
One night, Delilah screamed.
All I could register at that moment was the feeling as if something sharp was lodged inside my head. I felt as if my body had been turned to stone. I truly wonder if that is how death feels like, looking onwards forever with dead eyes, only able to feel pain and a stabbing chill sinking into your limp body. Had I been...?
Soon, that foreign object supposedly housed in my skull felt as if it began to melt, leaving my head feeling hallow and warm afterwards. I couldn't stop shaking, and I had little control over my body which violently wavered from side to side without any purpose or reason. At that moment, not a thought inhabited my mind, until I realized...
"Deli-", I stopped.
My throat... It felt like there was a jagged stone stuck in it with a thousand needles stabbing me. I started to coughING. I coughed until my throat felt it would burst. I coughed until a trail of blood escaped my lips. I coughed and I coughed and I couhged but the object wouldn't leave I wanted it out I wanted it out it hurt i thurt it hurt it uhtrt
Then, I heard a whisper. I almost missed it between my coughing, but my ears caught the sound and the sound made me still.
"They set off a bomb."It was at that moment that I realized something was wrong with my home.
The walls, the floor, the ceiling was covered in a thing layer of faint grey sand and a light wind was causing displacement of everything in my house. What once seemed to be paper laid on the ground, black and solid, coated in some material that had the same texture as a smoothed stone. The windows were covered in jagged mounds, so thick and complex in their design. Spikes, some that stretched across the room until they reached the walls parallel to the window, proudly jutted out from the stone covered windows. The only knowledge I had of the world outside was the occasional muffled thud that seemed very far away, and the monotone of heavy breezes that tried to leak inside. I attempted another call.
My strangled, hoarse voice managed to send a message.
"Delilah?"
I fought off another bout of hysteric coughing, although the urge brought tears to my eyes, and focused upon limping across the floors that were covered in unidentifiable objects. Some I had never seen before, blocks of concrete that easily turned into dust in contact, small skulls of seemingly regular creatures that I had never seen before, and other such unpleasant items.
Then I found Delilah's room.
Delilah's room was strangely empty and every corner of the room was heavy with shadows. A single, stray light had found itself fascinated with a mangled mess of fur and... Human skin. The bundle of thick, ugly fur was dyed scarlet by the drops of blood, studded upon it's skin as stone like scabs. A dim glow emitted from it's tail, which was much brighter than anything else on the beast, but not any less as dark and unwelcoming as the rest of it.
The figure of fur and flesh turned it's head to meet mind, and I saw a transparent stone upon the creature forehead's, so faint in appearance that I wouldn't have been able to see it if the twisted gem hadn't been filled with blood. I saw sickly plasma leaking from it's mouth, so unrecognizable that it took me moments to realize.. It was more blood. A continual water fall of uncharacteristically thick blood dripped upon the floor. There were spots where the blood had hardened into one of those awful stones. One of it's eyes had an a small, luminescent, pupils-less iris, surrounded by a cold and violent void, that whenever I stared at it, it sent bolts of fear so intense it felt painful and too much to bare. The other, was a gentle, pleading one common and blue... The one that belonged to Delilah.
At that moment, I felt as if I was slipping away from reality, and I welcomed the switch. I didn't want to where I was anymore, as the world swirled and cycled around my head at great speed, as I felt the life drain away from me... But a voice, quiet but echoing and clear, filled with both the horror of an innocent child and the cold demeanor of an adult who had learned the truth about the world a long time ago.
"They set off a bomb. I saw it in my dream. It burned the world away. I saw the end. And the end saw me."With inhuman movement, unnervingly similar to that of a hunting animal, 'Delilah' crawled towards me, never drifting from my eyes.
My eyes locked shut and refused to open, even as a paw with long, mangled claws gripped my jaw tightly.
"THEY SET OFF A BOMB AND I SAW IT AND IT RELEASED THE BEAST INSIDE ME AND THE BEAST INSIDE YOU"I felt it's breath eating away at my skin with it's burning anger, it's claws forcing my jaw open with brutal force, and a paw reaching inside my mouth. The flood gates opened and even more blood raced down my neck and accompanied the pool of blood waiting down at my knees. I heard brain shattering cracks echo in my head, and they still repeat in my head until this very moment. My skull pushed past the limit, all the blood drained from my head, and the lump stuck in my throat felt as if it was burst out from my throat.
I fainted.
And now I'm here. Now there's glossy stones lining my skin, dried blood perched upon my lips, and my mind decaying as I speak..
I learned things from that experience. Since then, things have only gotten worse, and I don't think it'll be any better for your present time.
Don't ask me why I'm still alive. It's like asking a rock why it never lived. I'm not human anymore, well, at least not entirely. I've got centuries to endure, even after this stone covers me entirely until I'm nothing but a twisted statue. But I don't think I'd mind, at that point.
It's too late for me, but not for you. There's a cure, it's a risky one, but it'll stop the formation of the rock before it gets the chance to get in your head.
To understand what you must do, is to understand my assigned purpose. I was sent here, to this barren wasteland, not alone, but with a team that had the same goal in mind: Creating new weapons of warfare. You see, this desert is by no means normal. At least, it didn't used to be. It had resources, some entirely unique to the location, very useful for our cause.
We drained this desert until we colored it grey with smoke and black with ash. The sky looked as if it had been stained bright red with the flames we burned night upon night. Every resource was exhausted for our cause, to build weapons and to support our fascination. It brought us some money, it brought us some respect, and most of all, it was something we loved.
Without any shame, we'd toil through the night with images of war playing in our head. We hungered for violence and warfare, the smell of smoke and the sound of a bomb rupturing the layers of sand and the sight of entire desert collapsing before us.
The entire desert itself was bomb, volatile and sensitive to changes in the environment. We always had to be careful when digging up the things we wanted, because most of the materials we fished out from the pits we wore into the desert were highly explosive. Why did we want war so badly? I... Can hardly remember, only promises of wealth and fame come to mind, how I was convinced into becoming a part of these groups of protestors who thirsted for war only appears to me in a faint dream, that I cannot remember as soon as I awake.
Now that I look back on it, it was a strange movement. The world was wrapped thick with paranoia, sickness and hunger. I... Don't think anyone was thinking straight, and when the signs appeared on every street you turned on, saying with great anger and violence, "War to world!", I guess it just showed that the human race could no longer take any more strain on our mind. We felt as if vengeance would cure our problems, heal our scars. We wished to punish, but we didn't know who to deliver it too, so the blame was pinned upon the world. It was city against city, and so on. The world had been broken and the only unity that graced the world was remaining strands of the groups that gave voice to their insanity. I was one of the lucky survivors of these groups, I suppose. Although we didn't blame ourselves, we still felt the need to 'fix' the world, and what was the solution going to be? Mass genocide of the most powerful groups in the world, besides ourselves, until the world is so crippled it can't fight anymore.
The desert housed materials so violent and explosive, it would have done the perfect job... However, once a single gem explodes, there is absolutely NO trace.
That's right. Delilah and I are fused with a highly dangerous explosive, and it's corrupting us. It's torturing us, it's eating us away.
Don't worry about us, you're hearing a voice from the past, but the creatures that occupies your time is no longer us, but some hallow trace of us. You'll be doing the world a favor, dispose of us before we can spread. I don't know where Delilah is, and it's no use trying to track her, I just hope she hasn't reached the boarders of this wasteland.
I think you get the idea. A smaller explosion might do the job, there are a couple batches of spare TNT that hadn't been used in my days of excavating the desert. Make sure there is as little remains as possible. Once the chain of explosions start, you won't be able to escape. The whole desert will be eaten in flames. If you neglect to dispose of me and Delilah, you will suffer the same fate, and the disease will only spread. I don't think the world needs anymore problems.
Good luck. You'll need it.
BeCaUSe I HUnger For YoUr Flesh
Epilogue;
Listen please
while the world's at ease
and settle, settle your mind,
while it's still allowed by time
How fragile you are
But who can blame you?
Who can shame you?
That's how we all are
Oh star freckled face
Our mind's caught in a race
What's that clinging to your check
Is that tears, my sweet?
Clocks may tick
But that's not all of it
There's something we can't see
Held secret by eternity, infinity
Hold it tightly in your palm
Never lose grip of a calm
Don't you know, star light girl
That we're hiding from the world
The night sky brindled by an army
Comets who wish to say sorry
They may glow, but inside you'll know
That they're cold and their ice old
Don't listen to what they say
We'll figure out another way
Our lives hanging by the noose
Never can we trust the truth
Throwing up sand
Running fast as we can
And a thud just behind
They're shooting bullets this time
Warfare has shuddered
The Earth, yet another
Scientist's life got to waste
And still we keep up the pace
I'll watch you spread your light
And give company to the night
Oh, you're gonna be such a sight
And I know, it's never going to be right
I bid you farwell
And God can only tell
What the future can give
Are we gonna live?
Who will remember
The day the world trembled
They'll hold in their heads
All those who end up dead
You'll be innocent
But I'll take the descent
This is my fault, alone
But the punishment your own
This is the path of the redeemer,
the path of the dreamer
The trail that sparkles with red
It's time we go to off bed
I aM NonthHIng aHNd thiIS is Viod hOw areYouOOC:Well, not really a Creepypasta at all. D:
Summary:
Prologue:
Delilah was simply a normal girl, blind to the corruption the world. The first time she recognized any evil in the world was when she witnessed a band of protesters, rich ones, demanding the start of a war, their intentions being to gain more wealth. The town they had arrived at sworn for neutrality, and had been strongly against the new demands for war. The protestors had with them strange materials, which were highly explosive, and starting to voice threats. A fight broke out, and both the poor residents of the city and rich new comers left the worse for wear, and tension had started between two towns. Residue of the explosive materials remained in the town, which had begun a series of strange diseases. The poem also hints towards the poor conditions of the town and the world.
Story:
An unnamed person begins to tell us of his experience.
Throughout most of the story, he seems composed, but there are signs of his mind dissolving, but they're somewhat unnoticeable... For the most part.
I think this stuff is mostly straight forward. If you have any questions on it though, feel free to ask.
The tale seems... Honest, for the most part, albeit unreliable. However, do you get the feeling he isn't telling us everything, or maybe that he's twisting the truth the slightest bit?
Epilogue:
This is from the perspective of the main character after he's been fully corrupted.
He is aware that their time is short, but nevertheless tries to bring comfort to Delilah. He refers to her with loving terms like 'star freckled face', but however those words aren't completely done with sweetness in mind. A group of people has come across the narrator's message, and sets out to hunt the two mutants down.
The narrator begins to refer to a future event,
"I'll watch you spread your light
And give company to the night
Oh, you're gonna be such a sight
And I know, it's never going to be right",
referring to a massive explosion to occur in the future, also referenced in the two verses below it. "The day the world trembles" suggests that it won't be just the desert affected by the combustion. The narrator blames himself for the events taking place, and accepts his fate.
It also has some backstory to the setting in it.
Art: 
Sorry for the low quality art and everything. I draw with a mouse, and I think my mouse is on it's last limbs, so it wasn't exactly cooperative. Plus I was never too good at art in the first place. :'P
Other: Thank you so much for this chance to adopt her. c:
LonelySnowGirl, I like your art and your story! Your anatomy is so much better than mine!
aRrRRE You STill thereeee
I will take care of you
DOOOOON'T LEVA EME 
by HierophantReversed » Mon Nov 26, 2012 6:41 am 
