Clockwork Horrors"Tick, tick, tick..."More Like This
There it is again, that horrible sound that pervades every inch of life in this city. We are a society built around one of the largest and strangest clocks in the entire world. This place appears to be a paradise to the rest of the world. All energy is produced by the giant clock that we built out town upon. Our cars are charged by it, the lights in the homes operate from it, even our sidewalks move because of that power. There is no pollution and all manual labor is automated with small clockwork machines that are recharged from the main spring. A utopia, with a horrid secret.
My name's John, I was born and raised to become a technician on the main spring. Every day of my life has been devoted to learning how the clock operates and what to do if something might be out of place. Should a piece of the clock break we have three hours to fix it, otherwise things in the city will start shutting down. Give me a blank piece of paper and I can draw you every spring, cog,
SlendermanSlendermanMore Like This
Don't go out into the woods, my child.
For Slenderman lives there, out in the wild
Do not ask why he lives in that place
It is mostly because he has no face.
He has long arms that grab you
And take you to a place that will fill you
With dread, and you will wish that
You were dead