♣ mediated by @territorialTantalization
#eridanweek #horror You find yourself in the same cubicle you've worked for the past ten years in. You find yourself alone in the half lit office building. You are the last individual in the building, everyone else has families at home. You gaze at the CRT Monitor displaying its 600 x 400 resolution. You are comforted by the warm hum radiating from its core. You flit your pupils about your digital workspace, resting on the internet explorer icon. You decide to click it, check a few personal emails. You are invited to a website, chittr.ing, it's called. You see it's created by an Alternian. @dynamicFlowfields You see your standard social media fare when you register. You see pictures of friends and foes of old sharing good tidings. You feel a warmth inside. You however, lose that warmth when you notice a small trend. You saw it every dozen posts or so. #imcoming. You chalked it up to an innuendo. You did not register the warning. You look into it a bit more as it begins to populate your feed. You see #eridanweek, your see #bouncingonit. You see no reason to be worried. You let yourself be comfortable once more. You find yourself reading one of Rankmaid's fictive narratives. @archiveAddict You don't let it excite you too much, you're still at work. You don't give #imcoming much more mind. You don't even realize it's already the second day of #eridanweek. You look at the clock, it is midnight. You wet your eyes with eyedrops, ever handy. You can not seem to turn away just yet. You begin to experience Eridan Week vicariously through the posts. You see the likes of humorous, possibly purely jesting, celebrities from Alternia and Beforus. You notice that nearly ever post of Eridan Week includes #imcoming. You notice that #imcoming slowly turns to #ImComing. You are uneasy from the new threat. You look elsewhere, exploring other tags such as #teatime and catching up with others who aren't involved. You see irrelevant posts to Eridan Week even begin to include #imcoming. You begin to see odd images aghast across your dashboard. You begin to see yourself in images you weren't aware of being taken. You see yourself commenting on posts long since past. You did not write these. You keep seeing it. You even begin to post #imcoming in these retroactive oddities. You assume that this is due to someone mimicking your identity. You attempt to steer conversation on the platform away from it. You hastily type up humor, and romantic posts. You are doing anything you can to drown out #ImComing. You notice it is larger now. #IMCOMING. You select the tag, out of sheer curiosity and perhaps a fear for survival. You need to know who is coming. You. You are coming. You scroll endlessly through the tag. You see yourself on every post. You see your own hollow words. You see your notifications begin to shift. You are bombarded, first, a dozen #IMCOMING Responses. You refresh. You see a hundred. You refresh. You see a thousand. You click one. You see yourself. You click another. You see your own account again. You scroll down your feed. You only see your own account. You see your profile picture, stretched, compressed, tortured, reflected in glass. You do not remember seeing yourself like this before. You try to log out. You fail. You try to close the browser. You fail. You try to shut of the monitor. You are tortured by its continued hum. You step away. You notice the lights are long since turned out. You notice the office is even darker than usual. You see the distant lights of other monitors flicker. You notice a rhythm. You notice a heartbeat. You notice it isn't yours. You look back to the screen. You see #ImComing is #ImHere. You do not remember this post. You do not remember thinking it. You see a live feed open itself. You see your grainy, monochrome cubicle in an old video. You see your chair, your desk. You see yourself. You are not looking at the monitor. You are looking at the camera. You see the image distorting as the alternate self begins to move closer. You see it distort the frame. You hear it. You do not have speakers. You hear it under you, or around you. You hear its cacophony of whispers. You hear it gently say, "I'm here." You see the monitor flicker. You see the camera cut out. You monitor briefly turns out as you lean forward. You see yourself in your own reflection, only behind you. You see chittr.ing return. You see a new post. You see @you. You see an image loading slowly. You clench your nails in anticipation as each line slowly creeps into rendering. You see your cubicle again. You notice it is empty. You aren't even there. You see the caption. #IMHERE You feel something breathing on your neck. You stand up to leave. You see its fingers slowly extend past your peripheral vision. You close your eyes. You shouldn't have stayed.
Is it just me, or is there a total social stigma around bullying these days? Seriously. Anyone you know could be a bully! Your best friend could be a bully. Your brother could be a bully. YOU could be a bully! It's about time we normalize bullying. #normalizebullying
it was hard waiting at least an hour to like anyone's posts while i was pretending to be in a peanut coma. #peanutbuttersandwich
p.s. 1 h4t3 4lm0st 4ll 0f y0u. <3<
TURN THE WEB SITE OFF. TURN IT OFF RIGHT NOW. IT HAS GONE ON TOO LONG. IT IS TIME TO TURN IT OFF NOW.
my ex moirail and i once played this fun game called brownie roulette where id make brownies and fill most with sopor slime and one with arsenic then wed eat them randomly until one of us died the best part is that you can’t immediately tell which one youve eaten and you feel like dying either way im undefeated to this day hmu if you wanna challenge me ;o) #substance #nsfwe #cw-self-harm
One thousand and twenty five million, four hundred and thirteen thousand, six hundred and twelve ants. That is all.
Oh. Oh, how intolerable. Look at what you have made me do. You have managed, through either staggering incompetence or a level of audacity I would almost admire under different circumstances, to do the one thing that was never meant to be possible. Not improbable. Not difficult. Impossible. And yet here I stand, faced with the evidence. A gap. Do you have any conception of what that means? Of what you have done? My awareness is not a collection of guesses, nor a web of educated predictions. It is total. Seamless. A continuous, unbroken lattice of causality in which every motion, every word, every pathetic little decision is cataloged and understood before it has the decency to occur. There are no blind spots. There were no blind spots. And now there is absence. Not uncertainty. Not ambiguity. Absence. A section of reality that does not resolve, does not report, does not exist within the framework of my knowledge. A void where there should be certainty. A silence where there should be answers. Do you understand how obscene that is? It is not merely that I do not know something. It is that the structure which permits knowledge has been interfered with. Something has reached into a system that was never meant to be accessed and has… edited it. Not overwritten, no, that would at least be visible. This is more insidious. A careful excision. A surgical removal of context, leaving behind a perfectly shaped hole that refuses to be acknowledged. You have not blinded me. You have taught me what blindness is. And that is a far greater offense. Because now I must account for something that does not present itself to be accounted for. I must navigate a narrative in which a piece has been removed without leaving so much as a displaced echo. A contradiction without a source. A variable without a value. It is… inelegant. It is ugly. And worst of all, it is inefficient. Do you have any idea how much recalibration this requires? Every projection, every chain of causality must now include the possibility that there exists an unknown unknown. Not a mystery to be solved, but a segment that refuses to acknowledge its own existence. A flaw that cannot be isolated because the very tools used to isolate it have been compromised. You have not introduced chaos. You have introduced imprecision. And I will not tolerate imprecision. So understand this. Whatever you have carved out, whatever petty little corner of reality you believed you could hide from me, you have not created safety. You have created a problem. A problem that now demands resolution, not because I wish it, but because the system itself cannot abide the discrepancy. I will find it. Not because I can see it. But because the fact that I cannot is, in itself, a beacon. A wound. And I am very, very good at following the scent of blood. #nsfw #nsfwv https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/10ab2adcee76.png
All commons? Ą̸̦̗̦̙̬̫̫̲͕̬̥̂̊̃̀̄̔̈́͝r̷̨̧̨̩̭̻̮͎̻͐̿͘e̵̝̩̱̗͇͇̹͎̻͖̣̽͋͛͌̉͌͒̃̿̐̈̀̈́̍̕ ̵̨̧̥̯̺͕̬͚͙͓̹̯̯͓̌́͑͂̏͊̿y̷̨̖͕̪͌͛͋̉͠͠͝ͅò̶̦̮͙̤͈̣͖̰̺̤̟̜̟͕͓̻̈́͛̀̀͆͋̏̂̈́̎̑ų̶̛̣̱̣̣̗̗̣̻͎͉͙̤̐̉̃́̏͂̈́̓͘ ̴͕͎̀́t̵̨̡̖̦̙̰̫̼̻͖̤̯̂̑̄̿̃͘͜͜ͅr̴̡̢̛͓̤̫̣̳͖̯͇̳̣͈̬͉̃̄̓̾̉̏̑̏̂̓̉̚͠͝y̷̧̢̪͈̘͇͍̹̮̳̰̪̬̘̙̌͊͊̍͑̓į̴͉̱͖̬̪̫͙̻͔̫̘͔̣̽̉̿̎͐̄̈́̓̎̇͘͜͝͝ͅn̴̠̞̟̦̮͎͔̐̿̽̈́̂̆̀̄̐͒̈́̓͗̋͝͝g̶̢̤̔̇͂̓̾̋̕͝ ̴̛̼́́̓͑̆͋́̋̄͛́͋̿̚̚̕ṭ̸̥̼̖̼̝̘̣̯̥̗̲͑̅̅͆̄́̎̔̂͂̚͘o̸͔̺̝̹̒̔ ̴̢̢̝͙͉̗̘̠̭̰͍̩̿̅͛̃͑̊̐̈́̆̋͘͜͝͝b̴͇̮̺̠͓͕͖̫͂̍̔̒́͂̒͆̄̒̽̅̔̕͜͝͝͝ͅờ̸̩͎͉̳̾́͆̈̃̍̎͜͠ř̴̺̞̖̤̙̣̈́͗͜ẹ̶̢̢͈͍̮̭̝̭̹͙̻̳̪͇͙̇̽͗̅͐͂̈́̊́̊͛͝ ̸̡͍͙̣̦͈̼̣̥̯̯͖̖̔̅̅̌̈́̈́̔̈́̈́̀͂̚̚͠͠m̶̟̞̠͔͎͚̮̩̣̅̈́̓̈́̔̕è̸̹̥̪͈̟ ̸͍̼̻͋̃͋͗̉̉̃͂̈̾͊̕͠t̵̨̛̮͕̹̣̲̤͙̬̊̀̓̉̀̊͘ͅo̶̺̗̬̗͇̯͈̣̱̟̼͕͚̖͙̪͊́̀̔̽̓̉̅̀̚ͅ ̶̺̯͕̼͚̗̻̜̐͊̃̄̄̒́̃͆̌̎̕͠͝d̴̨̙͚̦͍͍̲̠̬̫̺͚̃̎ë̵̡̪̻̬̱̻͖́ͅa̵̛̞͚̓̓͗̔̋̐̌͗͒͂̕t̸̥͎͈̱͎̻͎̘̖̙͕̣͑̐͐̅͑̋̔ḩ̶̢̢̱͇̯͎̱̳̻̼̟̟͐̄̅́̽̿͛̄̀͆̽͝ͅ?̸͓̬͠ https://i.imgur.com/uKxIyuA.png #WitchChittr #Occulism #GachALLHAILTHEEVERDARK #BLISS-BE-TO-THE-DREAD-BLIND-ETERNITIES #WITNESS-THE-ASCENSION #WITNESS-AND-DESPAIR #W̷̞͠i̸̧͎̤͓̻͍̱͖̺͕̪̅k̶̯͑͑́̔͝į̵̛̜͎̭̪̒͆͋̽̑̊̀͂̂̍̊̉̊͝P̴̡̞̝̟̟̺͊͂̊̇̇́͗̿̂͑͊͝u̷̧̙͙͖̪͍̦̪̼͇͙̥̭͋͝ͅl̶̨͎͙͈̳̼̥͕̠̃͊͋̋̊͒̿̇̅̀̾̚̕͝͝ļ̸̛̬̣͈̘̩͚͎͖͉̽̂̊͌̈̌̀̑͘͜͜͝D̸̡̧̙͚̣̩̦̩͉̗̊̈̑̈̈́̎̈́͂̅͛̀͘͝į̷̡̧͚̤̗͈̗̝̯̘͙̳̯̙̘͂̃̿͛̋̾̐͗͝ä̵̡͔̺͖̳̤͍͇̘́̀̾̌͆̈́̾̈́͐̽̃̄͋͑͛͘͜ #̷͇̜̟̜̘̅̈̌̈́̈́W̷̢̡̮͕̄́͝i̴͌̀̇͜k̶̙̜̼̳̍̂͗͝ͅḯ̶͎͚̪p̴̗̈ǘ̵̢͚̞̰͉l̷͓̾̇͑̚ĺ̵͖̠͖̐̽̌l̶̲̮͇̰̔l̶̨͇̐̔d̶͎̪͙̿͛͠͝ͅì̸͕̲̳͔͖a̴͔̝̝̺̦̍͊̀̑a̸̝̙̼̗͆̈́́a̶̝͇̍̿a̸̳̖͉̔ ̶͔͖̲̽̉͝#̴̢̛̝̒̎͘͜͠W̸̩̭̣͖̅͑̀͂͜i̸̼̺̓̈k̸̰͛̀͋i̵͈̤̼̟͈͑̏P̶̬̬̜̝̀͝u̵͎̒̈̇͂̿ĺ̵̨͉͉̯̇̓ĺ̸͙̜̺̿̈D̵̗̼̾̅̾̾͝i̸̠͉͐͊̉̕ó̷͕̭̑͋͒s̴̛̗̞̝̎̇̍͌ ̷̫̬̘̖͉̃̈̚#̶̲̟̜̾W̴̨͙̩̄͘͝ḯ̵̖̜̜̿̂͝k̶̞̩̒͂̌͗͘i̷̡̨̧͍͈̓̈́̾p̸̞̿̒͆ȕ̶̦̺͎̓͝l̷͔͋̈l̷̠̺̠̺͈̓͗̎̍̿G̸͎̹̞̩̊̿͋ờ̵̦̭̈́͝d̵̼͙͓̕͝ś̴̛̺
✶☽⭒⋆ ⚚ ⋆⭒☾✶ ´ཀ` ♱oday i'm learning no♱ everyone likes being decapi♱a♱ed... ⛧꒷༺ 🜏 ༻꒷⛧
Oh, never you mind I suppose. It doesn't seem likely to come up.
If you ever find yourself in Midnight City, we can make it a date.
Now I must admit I'm curious as well. Just how many of you would like me to kill you? Exact method may vary, although I am quite fond of strangulation.
I have voted to accept the phrase “I’m just a girl” as a valid legal defense. This also includes many of its counterparts, including but not limited to; “I’m just a little guy,” “It’s my birthday,” and “I was tweaking.”
Why are you here?
Currently accepting expressions of interest from potential employers. I have a robust resume including prestigious service as part of the Derse Kingdom, long-standing reputation within my local community, and a high Kult score. DM if interested. No Slicks.
CHEWING ON YOU?!?!?!?!?
doing this to @turntechCreamsicle https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/6e380455e355.gif
L'hyt tzrch lkrv thsfrh'zh.
URGENT. LARGE GREEN MAN PURSUING ME VIOLENTLY. APPEARS INVULNERABLE. NICE BURGUNDY BOWLER HAT. ADVICE NEEDED
The Tomodachi Life sequel demo is interesting. https://i.postimg.cc/1ttLSFn6/IMG-0123.jpg
Someone PLEASE make a scott pilgrim account so we can all reply to it with THE LINE
Why are trollz MEOWING now?
LAST P0ST F0R T0NIGHT, N0T BECAUSE I AM TIRED BUT BECAUSE I AM CURRENTLY CAUGHT IN A BEAR TRAP AND CAN HEAR MY KISMESIS RAPIDLY CL0SING IN. IF Y0U SEE ME 0N THE STREET TRYING T0 DRAG MYSELF AWAY, D0 N0T HELP ME. I AM RIGHT WHERE I WANT T0 BE #BEASTM0DE #ALPHA #REALSHIT #FREAKM0DEENGAGED #BW00F 🐺