I don’t have many nightmares. Some time ago, i had a really horrible one. It had to be one of the most disturbing things I’d thought of. So of course I spent a while playing with it, trying to turn it into a creepy pasta.
I liked what came out, but I’ve been tweaking it, wanting to make it more. The problem is, it’s very much a visual thing, so all I’ve been able to come up with is ‘haunted video’ kind of stories, and those are so cliche, and hard to do well.
But I want to share the core of it. It’s still kinda a work in progress.
Readmore, because this is very, very unpleasant.
I wrote another pasta
I hate it. And I wonder why i try. but here you go.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the nature of ‘true’ evil. And listening to Ironhand.
That, and a lot of sugar, inspired this piece.
It doesn’t have a proper name, if anyone wants to suggest one
Why am I afraid of the dark?
It’s Physics. Bloody quantum mechanics. The act of watching something changes it. Think about that. When we look at the world, we change it.
So what’s happening when we can’t observe? If we can’t see, touch, taste, smell, or hear- Is there anything there? Does the tree exist in a forest, if there’s no one there to observe it? Well, interact with it, at least.
I was drinking while I studied for a physics test, some months back. That was a terrible mistake. In a bit of a stupor, I had a thought: What if there’s something else, something other, behind the universe? Something vast but, without shape or form. Something the size of the universe but by its nature impossible to define. Yet our interactions with the world forced this chaos into shape, into definitions. That if there were nothing to interact with the universe, it wouldn’t exist. Something terrible would be here instead.
What if the universe itself is a prison and we are the guards? Always looking, hearing, and feeling. Defining the universe, we keep the chaos at bay.
Some mythology hints at this. Lucifer cast into the pit. Loki chained underground. Gods of evil, of chaos, bound where the light won’t reach. Outside all possible observation. How many religions claim the world was born out of chaos?
Maybe it’s all just the ramblings of an alcoholic. But I can’t get it out of my head.
And sometimes, in the dark, I can almost hear a sound, like the clink of chains.
(discussing Slond and ol’ Rake)
C: looking longingly into each others eyes
C: and in the corner
C: a dribble of perriwinkle
C: accross the rakes thigh
L: … oh my god
oh my god why
Because Yaoi makes everything more beautiful. Yaoi is life, and religion, and the secret to happiness. Kawaii Kawaii Desu.