Cartoon Cat: Sketches

## **Cartoon Cat: Sketches** by TheDarkCat97

It all happened around Dayton, the sixth-largest city in the state of Ohio and the county seat of Montgomery County. A small part of the city extends into Greene County. The 2018 U.S. census estimate put the city population at 140,640, while Greater Dayton was estimated to be at 803,416 residents. This makes Dayton the fourth-largest metropolitan area in Ohio and 63rd in the United States Dayton is within Ohio's Miami Valley region, just north of Greater Cincinnati.

Ohio's borders are within 500 miles of roughly 60 percent of the country's population and manufacturing infrastructure, making the Dayton area a logistical centroid for manufacturers, suppliers, and shippers. Dayton also hosts significant research and development in fields like industrial, aeronautical, and astronautical engineering that have led to many technological innovations. Much of this innovation is due in part to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base and its place in the community. With the decline of heavy manufacturing, Dayton's businesses have diversified into a service economy that includes insurance and legal sectors as well as healthcare and government sectors.

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Dayton is also noted for its association with aviation; the city is home to the National Museum of the United States Air Force and is the birthplace of Orville Wright. Other well-known individuals born in the city include poet Paul Laurence Dunbar and entrepreneur John H. Patterson. Dayton is also known for its many patents, inventions, and inventors, most notably the Wright brothers' invention of powered flight. In 2007 Dayton was a part of the top 100 cities in America. In 2008, 2009, and 2010, Site Selection magazine ranked Dayton the #1 mid-sized metropolitan area in the nation for economic development. Also in 2010, Dayton was named one of the best places in the United States for college graduates to find a job.

On Memorial Day of 2019 Dayton was affected by a tornado outbreak, in which a total of 15 tornadoes touched down in the Dayton area. One was a half-mile wide EF4 that tore through the heart of the city causing damage

We were going there to spend our Summer Vacation at our grandparents' house, knowing that grandad used to be an animator back in the 1950's. While there, we chatted about certain things, like where he used to work, how he got the job, and about an event which unfolded back around 1935. Unlike grandad's human personality, there was a guy named, *Joe Jones*, and he was fanatical and rather mentally unstable, as well as somewhat psychotic and unhinged, to the point of worshiping the character, *Lazlo the Cat*, as his "savior" and offering him human sacrifices to appease him in a method similar to Satanic rituals. Joe did not appear homicidal in his earlier recordings, but appears to have become maddened by unnatural corruption prior to Grandad returning to the workshop 30 years later after being put in the hospital due to a collision with a drunk driver.

Joe seems to suffer from severe memory loss or dementia. He has been shown to suddenly forget what he was talking about mid-sentence and is so amnesiac he can no longer remember his significant other or even the color of his hair. The only thing he can almost remember is Grandad, as he felt familiar to him by looking at his face besides calling him a "sheep".

The place Grandad worked at is *Swan Animations*. Founded by Brian and Gregory Swan in an unknown full date other than the year of 1959, Swan Animations is located at an unknown location around the Ohio state. Having work hours of 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM, the corporation is known for being the place where an animator by the name of, *Kurt Lashley*, spent his time animating long ago and used to work with his bosses, the Swan Brothers, making Lazlo cartoons, along with many other animators.

In 1930, Kurt left the company and moved to New Orleans, Louisiana, to spend more time with his wife, Briana. One year later, to keep their company strong and alive, the Swan Brothers hired several workers and eventually voice talent to collaborate with Kurt.

During World War II, the studio re-released many of its early cartoons to sell war bonds. When many of the Swans' workers were drafted into the United States Armed Forces to fight in the war itself, Brian became more open to hiring women to work for him in addition to men, since he was desperate for new hires, while Kevin attempted to make profits with the idea of making food products with Lazlo on them.

In 1944, due to excessive spending on the Swans' part, in order to fund the then-upcoming "Lazlo Land" project, the studio began to enter financial decline, ultimately resulting in the Swans enforcing stricter rules for employees, in order to keep his company from going out of business.

In 1946, Swan Animations was under investigation after reports of hazardous work environments, missing employees, harassment, and excessive backpay, as well the company's danger of being bankrupt, all of which are a result of the Swans' mismanagement of the studio. Anonymous employees threatened to make labor unions over the poor conditions, which included unpermitted buildings, hazardous electrical wiring, and a plumbing system prone to bursting. In addition, there were excessive work hours, most of which were unpaid and several animators were unable to see their families in weeks, after being threatened with disciplinary action and termination if they were unable to finish animations on tight schedules. There were reports of barricaded offices, employees locked up in workspaces, and complaints of crazy malfunctioning machinery. Despite the evidence against the company, the brothers remained firm that the studio has done nothing wrong, calling the accusations "preposterous" and "ridiculous", dismissing them as either complaint from menial employees, or feeble attempts by competing studios to discredit the Swans.

On August 16, 1959, the law firm known as *The Black Wolf* sued the Swan Brothers, having heard the rumors of their mismanaging of their own workers. 12 days later, the studio was closed down in accordance to legal regulation 11 U.S Code § 1125 (which forbids the misrepresentation of legally established companies) as evident by the bankruptcy report found in the brothers' apartment, as well as health and safety concerns directly by the mention of a health and safety board meeting schedule found in the appointment lobby.

30 years later in present of 1963, at the beginning, my Grandad receives a letter from the Swans saying that he should come to their workshop because they wanted to hire him since he was a good artist down at his old studio, *Regal Studios*. Grandad revisits the "studio", only to find it abandoned and worn due to its yearly defunct. Thought to be a legitimate studio, it is later revealed as an endless cycle, with every single area and establishment locations (e.g: Toys R Us, Dent, and the Lazlo Land warehouses) merged into one world, as revealed by the two brothers. It's possible but, how? And thus, Grandad had been working with them ever since. Oh, and as for the workers there, turns out they were still there, just, doing their normal routines.

And as for crazy ol' Joe Jones, it was revealed that he was the music conductor and writer for the soundtrack that Grandad still has to this day. The guy maybe a lunatic, but he does have musical taste.

As I listened to the soundtrack, from a tape recorder Grandad has on his dresser in his office, I can safely say that whatever cartoon this is - in my opinion - like Felix the Cat and SpongeBob mixed in a blender. And since the cartoon reminded me of Bendy and the Ink Machine (which I didn't have), it gave me that nostalgic feeling of warmth and joy whenever I look upon the happy-go-lucky cat's calm and carefree face.

The character for Lazlo is a cat (like I said before) with his appearance entirely colored in black apart from the lower side of his face and upper chest, which is colored in a greyish white. He wears shiny black shoes, and a pair of gloves that closely resemble those of other cartoon characters like *Mickey Mouse*, each possessing two black buttons. He doesn't have a tail for some reason, guess it's how they created him.

His friends are as follows:

1. A dog that's colored in the same manner, but with a country accent similar to *Goofy*.

2. A male pig who's an opera singer.

3. A white mouse, the beautiful female of the group, who's in love with Lazlo.

4. And finally, a silverback gorilla who's the main antagonist of the show. He's like Bluto from those Popeye shorts, he's a brute who's constantly causing nothing but trouble for our main protagonist.

Now, Grandad **does** have some reels in his office, but, only a couple. I'm not sure what the remaining reels are, but they do look to be in fine condition, even though it's been years since Grandad first worked in Swan Animations.

According to the reels, Lazlo is a borderline troublemaker, but rather impatient and easily startled or timid, yet justifiably cheerful, fun-loving, and mischievous as his feline nature would imply. Lazlo often refuses to pay for anything he buys, as he tries to take his burger without paying in "Burger Boy Blues" and didn't pay Roller Coaster Ronald for his ride according to the latter's bio. According to Grandad, while Lazlo can be playful he is not evil and his jokes are never mean-spirited. Lazlo is also attention-seeking and easily distracted; he is never hardworking or courageous.

I also mentioned to Grandad that there was a kid named Tommy Harley, that had just moved from our hometown of Williamsburg, Virginia, and around 2015, he was reported missing after he had just went with his older brother, Fred, to a cook-out. Last time he was seen was with Fred on their way to scare a bunch of kids they've known around the neighborhood at the *Ohio Valley Coal Company*; an old mining facility where people can collect coal with machinery, or other tools.

Grandad told me that it was all over the daily newspaper that time, and his parents said that Tommy was diagnosed with ADHD autism and Asperger's Syndrome when he was about three-years-old. If anyone out there doesn't know what Asperger's Syndrome is, Asperger syndrome, or just simply Asperger’s, is a previously used diagnosis on the autism spectrum. In 2013, it became part of one umbrella diagnosis of autism spectrum disorder (ASD) in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders 5 (DSM-5). Asperger syndrome and other previously separate types of autism folded into one umbrella diagnosis of “autism spectrum disorder” in DSM-5. When you meet someone who has Asperger's syndrome, you might notice two things right off. He's just as smart as other folks, but he has more trouble with social skills. He also tends to have an obsessive focus on one topic or perform the same behaviors again and again.
Doctors used to think of Asperger's as a separate condition. But in 2013, the newest edition of the standard book that mental health experts use, called The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-5), changed how it's classified.

Today, Asperger's syndrome is technically no longer a diagnosis on its own. It is now part of a broader category called autism spectrum disorder (ASD). This group of related mental health issues shares some symptoms. Even so, lots of people still use the term Asperger's. The condition is what doctors call a "high-functioning" type of ASD. This means the symptoms are less severe than other kinds of autism spectrum disorders. The DSM-5 also includes a new diagnosis, called social pragmatic communication disorder, which has some symptoms that overlap with Asperger's. Doctors use it to describe people who have trouble talking and writing, but have normal intelligence.

They start early in life. If you're a mom or dad of a kid who has it, you may notice that he can't make eye contact. You may also find that your child seems awkward in social situations and doesn't know what to say or how to respond when someone talks to him.
He may miss social cues that are obvious to other folks, like body language or the expressions on people's faces. For instance, he may not realize that when somebody crosses his arms and scowls, he's angry. Another sign is that your child may show few emotions. He may not smile when he's happy or laugh at a joke. Or he may speak in a flat, robotic kind of way.

Think about it for a second; if one of your siblings has the condition, he may talk about himself most of the time and zero in with a lot of intensity on a single subject, like rocks or football stats. And he might repeat himself a lot, especially on a topic that he's interested in. He might also do the same movements over and over. He also may dislike change. For instance, he may eat the same food for breakfast every day or have trouble moving from one class to another during the school day.

After a while, me and my brother, Jason, decided to aid the search party in an attempt to find Tommy. Even though Jason was planning on drawing Anime characters in our room, he was urged on by our mother due to guilt tripping him into doing so. We got into our parents car (our parents let Jason drive their car after getting his driver's license), and we drove around looking for Tommy. After many hours of walking around outside calling Tommy's name, I found something shining on the ground under the moonlight. I shined my flashlight on it, and it was revealed to be an unwrapped bag of *Sour Patch Xploders*, his favorite candy. I knew Tommy had been around here, and judging by the scenery, it looked like he couldn't find a trashcan when he was all done eating his candy, so he threw it on the ground and continued to wonder off.

"Jason!" I called out, "Take a look at this!"

He walked up to me and looked at the small bag, "We must be getting close, keep looking."

We walked through the darkness around town 'till we found ourselves back on the road. We checked the nearby road sign, and what do you know, we were on Devay Avenue. We then saw some lights in the distance, and walked towards it to see the sign... *Ohio Valley Coal Company*.

The metal carts that held coal was rusted and abandoned due to either the founder, Arnett, getting fired, or the spread of the Coronavirus. But, either way, we were heading inside and continue our search for Tommy. We climbed up the fence and looked around at the facility, the bulldozers and multiple metal carts on train tracks made the area absolutely haunting. But, that's not the worst part... The worst part is the music playing over the intercom.

I can remember the song well, due to me watching old cartoons with grandad while spending our Summer Vacation, it was the song *On Our Way To Grampy's* from Betty Boop.

"The fuck is that...?" Jason asked me, the look on his face shows that he is a bit unnerved, but shook off the feeling. He knows he's a college student, and was better than to let his fears overcome him.

"It's Betty Boop." I replied, "Somebody must love old timey songs."

Jason chuckled a bit, "Yeah, who here doesn't?"

Can't say I blame him for saying that, since we're a couple of city boys, we usually hear *Heathens* from Twenty One Pilots, or *My House* from Flo Rida, on the radio of gas stations or a nearby Walmart. But, this was completely out of the ordinary. Both of us were expecting a hulking troll of a man, dressed as a clown, popping out of nowhere and chasing us down with a chainsaw, but thankfully, nothing happened. Just the ominous surroundings of the coal mine outside with Betty Boop blasting from the speakers. We walked around the place, the soles of our shoes colliding with the rocky dirt ground, 'till we saw the entrance to the tunnels of the mine. What made it even more creepy was the black drawings around the gaping maw of the tunnel; two pitch black eyes staring down at us below with teeth bared, looking as if the tunnel was about to swallow us whole. The two black arrows on both sides of the entrance interior pointed inside with words such as, *"Come inside!"* and *"I'm DYING to see you!"*

From what we're seeing, whoever made these writings and drawings, was the person responsible for Tommy's disappearance. "C'mon," I said, "time to get Tommy back."

"Woah, woah wait a minute!" Jason called out to me, "How do you know he's in there? He could be somewhere other than this grime hole. Y'know how autistic children are afraid of the dark."

"I know," I replied back, "but, what if Tommy wanted to explore in here, and got himself lost? We can't risk that chance, we have to save him before he practically starves to death. I mean think about it, he's possibly to the point of eating rats to survive."

Jason pondered on the thought, and rolled his eyes as he groaned, "Fine, but, stay close to me, okay?"

I nodded in agreement and we went inside, our flashlights shining around the walls of the tunnel. Just the looks of the mines alone can make anyone claustrophobic, but the darkness is just the icing on the cake. It's so dark that you can't see your best friends beside you, nor the site of your own hands, the pitch blackness of the shadows seemed to consume the light. The tunnels, though, dear god... it seemed to go on forever, like if you go alone without the aid of a buddy, you'd be lost forever. You'd see no way out, no matter how much you scream for help, attempt to find some sort of exit, you'd be trapped there in the darkness of the cold, decrepit mine. The air would be so dense that it squeezes your lungs to oblivion. The rays of our flashlights sliced through the shadows like samurai swords through paper as we ventured through the coal mine, and for what felt like days on end, we saw that the walls were now covered top-to-bottom of countless black drawings of many things, and when I shown my flashlight towards them, I recolonized them.

They were drawings of... stick figures of children, playing, with one, big, anthropomorphic cat with big, bulging eyes and a wide, horrific smile.

I looked back at Jason, who was seeing them too, and I saw the look on his face. Pure, unadulterated shock. "What the fuck...?" He mouthed quietly to himself.

He noticed me looking at him and I said quietly as well, "Dude, I think we-"

Suddenly, we heard a loud clang that echoed off the lit walls of the tunnel, making us jump out of our skin. "Jesus!" I yelped.

We paused, not moving a muscle. "Tommy?!" Jason called out in the darkness, "Tommy, you in here?!"

Nothing. I called out as well, "Tommy, was that you making that noise?!" Again, nothing.

We looked at each other a bit before making our way down the mine, still looking at the creepy drawings on the walls. The rest was, in my eyes, ghastly in its own right; the cat in the drawings is seen luring children into abandoned places with the words, *Get out*, written below it, another was a bunch of trees with the black silhouette of the cat dead center with the words, *Don't listen*, above the drawing, and finally, the cat walking hand-and-hand with two kids with no words around it. Just a drawing and nothing else.

"God, it's like fucking Slenderman…" I shuddered. Jason just looked, shaking his head.

"This is insane..."

This is where we finally saw the end of the deep, mind-bogglingly long tunnel, and we walked out of the tunnel as we looked around. The area was huge, like something out of a movie. The map found on the wall was all the information we needed. There was a storage room, a turbine room, two stairwells leading up to the second floor, and a main room where the mine's emergency elevator is located. We were in the main room.

We ventured around the main room until Jason finds the first generator next to the elevator. After activating the second generator, we realizes we are being chased by a feral creature. Well, what **sounded** like a feral creature in the distance. We can hear growls, grunts, and spitting reverberating off the walls of the halls as we tried to avoid whatever was chasing us. As we ran up the stairs leading to the second floor, I saw what looked like a humanoid figure in a black hooded jacket, black sweat pants, and a *Slipknot* T-shirt. What made it all horrific, was the fact that his hood was up, and he wore a Felix the Cat mask as a machete was tightly gripped in his right fist. What made me even more petrified was that his skin was white as snow, possibly due to being in the mines for years.

"Oh, shit!" I yelled in fright, "Jason, Jason run!"

Jason saw what I was looking at and **he, was, hysterical.** We darted down the halls, leaped over barrels and hid in numerous places, but still that masked maniac kept hunting us down like a wild animal. We soon got lost and found ourselves in the turbine room, and this is where our spines turned to jelly. In the corner of the room was black handwriting that said as follows...

*"The spirit of the Lord shall rest upon him: a spirit of wisdom and of understanding, A spirit of counsel and of strength, a spirit of knowledge and of fear of the Lord, and his delight shall be the fear of the Lord."*

*- Isaiah 11:1-3*

Our knees started buckling as we came to the shocking conclusion, that this was Tommy's handwriting... My jaw was agape and my eyes the size of pie pans, I fell to my knees and knelt there for what felt like hours. I didn't know that it had been hours as I stared at the writing on the wall, because my legs fell asleep. My legs were completely numb as I attempted to stand up, but had the difficulty walking, so I limped towards the door of the turbine room and head out to sit down in the hall and slap my legs back to consciousness. Thankfully the masked lunatic was out of site, and Jason throughout the hours was texting to our parents, telling them about what we found and encountered. How we got Wi-Fi down here was a riddle I don't think **anyone** can solve.

"Harry, we need to leave, now." Jason said.

After my legs were fully conscious, I got up and said, "Alright, let's go."

As we made our way out the halls and back down to the main room, we were more than ready to get the fuck out of this hellhole. That is, until we were stopped dead in our tracks as the sounds of the giggling and laughing of children rang in our ears. We did not dare look back at first, until our eyes moved towards each other.

"What was that...?" Jason asked quietly.

I didn't say anything, we both slowly moved our heads over our shoulders to see, moving from the darkness, groups of children ran up towards us, from six-to-seventeen years of age. They came from every area of the mine, hell they were even scaling around the walls and ceiling like humanoid lizards! How the fuck they were able to do that, I have no clue! If you seen the scene from Willow; where the sasquatch-looking trolls were crawling around the fortress walls towards the main character, it was like that, but with little kids! And all of them have the same white skin as the masked man that chased us like an asylum escapee. And what baffled us, was that some of the pale-skinned kids were not just Caucasian, but looked to be African-American, Hispanic, Asian, and even Indian. Then we found out the reason for their complexion as we shined our flashlights on them, which made them flinch away and hiss like cats or snakes. We gasped as we saw that, they were colorless, monochrome of all existence of any form of skin, eye, or hair color, including their clothing.

The hissing didn't sound human, either, it sounded otherworldly and almost... demonic in a sense.

They backed away from our flashlights rays, covering their eyes and even attempting to swipe at us in an attempt to smack the flashlights out of their hands. Suddenly, the elevator began to grind and shift, causing us and the monochrome children off guard and look at the elevator. Something was, indeed, coming down from the elevator, and the children fled back into the darkness, some of them were crawling back up over the walls of the mine. We gazed at the direction of elevator as the creature on the lift was revealed. By God, the thing will forever haunt our very dreams as long as we live...

It resembled a giant, black, anthropomorphic cat with an extremely creepy smile filled with gnarled teeth that are a rotten orange. Its hands covered in white gloves, resembling a 30's cartoon character. Beside that thing was the same masked man, still holding that damn machete. The creature appears to be about eight-feet-tall, it towered both us and the masked assailant. It stepped off, staring at us with that unnerving grin, and beckoned to us with one, outstretched, gloved hand. We then looked at the masked man, who walked up to us, and took his mask off. Yes, he took his mask off, to reveal...

*Tommy... Harley...*

He looked horrific as fuck; he now looked like a simple, ravenous, eldritch monster instead of a normal-everyday human being! Like the rest of the kids, he was completely monochrome, but he has large, black rings around his white eyes, with a strange liquid substance trickling down from his mouth. Speaking of which, his mouth was the worst... he has an extremely large mouth that was painfully stretched across his face, like a cartoon. His mouth was filled with teeth that was filed into sharp points, resembling little, tiny daggers all aligned like the blades of a chainsaw. He grounded and gnashed them as he foamed at the mouth, black saliva dripped from his grey lips as it hit the ground like wet ink.

"Oh, hell no!" Jason yelled in fear as he made a break for the exit.

I followed suit, me and Jason ran down the tunnel with our footsteps echoing all over the walls! We heard the monsters howling after us as we sped down the black tunnels towards the exit. I attempted to catch up to Jason who was now like The Flash at this point! Every time I feel like the creature was gaining on me, I quicken my pace and hear the clopping of my soles hitting the concrete floor. By then, I can feel the night air on my face as me and Jason were close to the exit, and the next thing we knew, we were already outside. We sped to the chain fence, clouds of dust steam behind us as we were like two bullets out of a gun. Jason was climbing like crazy, and as I climbed, I looked back to see the now corrupt Tommy darting outside with the manic expression of a rabid dog, and with the giant creature behind him, making its way out of the mine. It lowering its black feline head as one gloved hand held the other side of the entrance as it squeezed its way out. It also seemed hesitant to leave its territory, but either way, it chased us none-the-less.

"Harry, Harry c'mon!" I can hear Jason's frantic voice beckoning me to pick up the pace, and so, I did just that as the creature came towards us like a juggernaut!

I attempted my escape, but my foot was grabbed by Tommy, who is trying to saw my leg off with that machete of his. I yelled in pain as my leg was being sliced like a piece of Thanksgiving turkey, and I used all my might to kick him in the face! He fell back with a loud thud and I pulled myself over the chain fence and limped a few meters away from the damn place. I fell forward in agony and called out to Jason for help. I looked back and in my terror, the beast was standing near the fence, its arms stretching and reaching for me like two giant anacondas towards me! They grab at me and I grabbed at the grass, grabbing at anything to help me get away from its grasp! I cried out for Jason as much as I can, until I heard the sound of a vehicle speeding my way from the shadows. I saw headlights flashing in my face as Jason sped his car to a stop, pointed his shotgun at the thing's arms and fired. The thing recoiled its arms and dropped me, roaring in pain as the bullets struck its left arm. Jason fired multiple rounds at the thing, causing it to retreat back into the mine.

"Harry, get in the car!" He said.

"I can't!" I replied, "My leg!"

Jason looked and helped me back into the car, and we sped to Miami Valley Hospital. I woke the next morning in the hospital bed in my gown provided to me by the doctors and nurses, my injured leg was all bandaged up and in a cast.

Sitting there in the chairs near the window was my parents. "Mom...? Dad...?" I muttered.

"Yes, son, we're here." said my mother.

"How you doing, champ?" asked my father, "Leg doing okay?"

"Well... it hurts like hell... but, I'll be okay..."

"Your brother told us that there was some *psycho* attacking you guys," my mother said, "are you okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah, and so is Jason." I replied. "By the way, is he here?"

"Yeah, I'm here, bro." Jason said as he stepped in. He was just coming back with some lunch from the cafeteria. "By the way, got us some pizzas."

"Thanks, man." I said, both of us were eating pizzas and drinking some sodas. Well, he did, I just got some ginger ale.

As out parents were talking to the doctor outside, Jason pulled up a chair beside me and asked, "When are we going to tell 'em?"

"We can't," I replied, "they won't believe us. We're just gonna have to find some sort of evidence to back-up our claims."

"You mean, like photos or videos?" Jason asked.

"Yup." I answered, "I've brought my video camera with me when we got here, along with my charger. I might as well use it to document our search for answers."

"Good deal." He replied. "But, you know when we come back, they'd be prepared, right?"

"I highly doubt that," I said, "they'd probably be in another location after our confrontation, somewhere underground. But, we can't risk anymore children going missing because of... whatever that is."

"Yeah, that was fucking scary." Jason shuddered at the thought of what happened last night.

"I know, man, but, we have to do this, or else they won't believe what attacked us last night."

Jason sighed a bit and we both shook on it, agreeing to end this nightmare once and for all.

As we got home one week later, we filmed each other in our grandparents' RV and chatted with the viewers about the events that unfolded, specifically, the whole shebang about Tommy, and the monster that corrupted him and those poor, unsuspected children.

We spoke about what the creature looked like, and then I brought up the fact that due to it resembling Lazlo the Cat, the character I mentioned in the beginning of this article, I brought up a theory that it could've been a cosmic entity of sorts, manifesting itself as Lazlo the Cat to lure innocent children to its lair, and suck out their souls and drain them of their colors, so that they can be mindless followers, serving the entity as it tells them where they need to go, or who it tells them to kill. Just like in *Marble Hornets*, where Tim and that hooded guy became Slenderman's Proxies. But, that was the work of fiction, and this is reality... could the two possibilities be... *related*, in some way?

I mean, think about it, this is beginning to fall into some fucking *Stephen King* territory, here, like, with that thing being Pennywise and the town of Dayton, Ohio, being Derry, Maine! But, what me and my big brother saw that night, it was worse than Pennywise, even scarier than Pennywise. We now revealed it's motives to any viewer watching our video; it would not be active around the daytime, it lets its so called, "henchmen", do all the work. But around the nighttime, **that's** when its most active, luring the children from their homes and trick them into believing that it was their "imaginary friend", until, when the coast it clear, it will reveal itself to them, and take them to purgatory, there, it will stalk them for all eternity... or simply kill them off. When it wants to be more manipulative, it will have the children follow him to its hellish abode, and when they're inside... they're never heard from again.

There are even accounts I made where the creature skins and eats the children, leaving their skins to dry off under the boiling sun.

We don't know where it came from, or what it's plans are, but we're not gonna let some kid's coffin rest on our minds. Before we ended the video, I said this in memory of Tommy Harley...

*"Wherever this thing is, we're gonna blow that son of a bitch back to the Pit of Hell, and by God, we will not rest until it's good and dead. And Mr. and Mrs. Harley, if you're watching this... we're gonna get your son back, one way, or another, you can rest assure that whatever's happened to your son, it's not gonna happen with us. This is for you Tommy, this is all for you..."*