"Drink up, baby doll.
Are you in or are you out?
Leave your things behind,
'Cause it's all going on without you.
"Excuse me. You're too busy
Writing your tragedy.
These mishaps, you've bubble-wrapped
When you've no idea what you're like."
I dared not say anything last night, for fear of completely flying off the handle. Not that I was even capable of typing coherently yesterday anyhow, my hands were shaking so bad. Today I've at least had some time to think it over.
And somehow, I still don't have a goddamn motherfucking clue what to say.
AmalgamationSage, Kay, and myself.
Bricks were duly shat.
Guys, Core Theory is in pieces. So is its creator, practically. The title "Sage" doesn't mean what it used to - neither Amelia nor Zerombr were the batshit insane experimenters and knowledge-gatherers that Robert originally described. If that's what it took to be a Sage, Ava would make a hell of a lot better one than me, even now. Sure, I've done a bit of research, but if that were a qualifier, Scott does that better than me too. And if the insanity to do absolutely impossible things and live to tell about them is what's required... well, let me point you in the direction of my good friend Michelle.
But Core Theory is in pieces. If we're going to attempt to pick them up again, we can put them together any which way we please.
I meant what I said before. I'm just an observer - some inconsequential nobody who occasionally has good advice to give. Every day I watch my follower count go up and up, and wonder what it is they all see in my ramblings. I go to a normal college, I work at a normal job, I have a normal family, and I live a normal life. I've encountered the Slender Man all of twice in my life, once with Michael (wherever the hell he is), and one time before that. Both times, I had the shit scared out of me, buried my head in the sand, and went back to my life when it looked like the coast was clear. Far from being deserving of some kind of honor or responsibility, most of the time I feel like a bit of a coward. And... rather undeserving lucky. How deep do I have to dive before I can't be ignored anymore?
I guess... this would be it, wouldn't it?
So what happens now? Are people going to look to us, the third set of Three Sages, to rid them of this nightmare once and for all? Are we supposed to find them their Hero, someone to die for the good of all? Are we supposed to gather the Runners into some kind of unified force?
God help us, are we supposed to kill Slenderman ourselves?
I don't know if I can do that.
About the only thing I do know is... I don't want anyone else to get hurt.
It took me a while, but I've come to a decision.
The fact of the matter is... Sages don't have any sort of special power; none of the titled did. They did amazing things because they were already amazing people, good people, even Jay. Even Zero. They were people that I looked up to, that everyone looked up to. The titles were an acknowledgment of that greatness, and a prompt to use their skills for the benefit of others.
It's not about who you're supposed to be, it's about who you always were.
It's an imposing legacy to live up to. Whether or not I fit the bill is up for debate, but... in a sense, it really doesn't matter.
I don't want to fight. I want to protect.
If this is the way to do it, then I guess I'm on board.