Been reading up more about you, not that you don't know what you can already read inside my mind anyways while I type this.
This Slender guru is pretty informative. She seems to have done a lot of research on you to be able to write this.
Have you two met?
I bet you have, or she wouldn't know so much about you.
She
wouldn't read up on you and research extensively on you to promote you
and inform about you in her blog just for shits and giggles.
Right?
She
said you were originally an idea. A fictional just-for-fun monster made
by a guy who had too much time in his hand and wanted to scare people
in a measly contest, then somehow brought to life due to what she calls
the Tulpa Effect, the—as I quote from her—"the concept of a being as
object which is created through sheer willpower alone. It is
materialized thought that has taken physical form and is usually
regarded as synonymous to a thoughtform".
In plain English, you exist because we made you exist.
So if we don't believe you exist, will you vanish into thin air?
Will you disappear into oblivion?
Will I disappear into oblivion?
Which makes me kinda wonder…
Did Victor Surge really create you?
Or
have you always existed all along, like what some of this Slender guru
dug up about references of monsters that resemble you in the Dark Ages?
Have you always been around Victor all along and he's just spreading you around, like what you're making me do right now?
Am I your monster…or are you mine?
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