The visitor clicked the link and suddenly Darkness invaded their thoughts. There was someone there.
The visitor knew it. They read it. Dictations and syllables imprinted into the code of the site as though it was always there. A self-demonstrating article of a man who did not exist, or so that it was they have learned after playing his game.
His wife was alive and the Darkness has retreated into the unknown, but he and it knew this was only a set-back.
He continues to reach out to the world hoping to be free. Beyond Bright Falls. Beyond the Oldest House. Into the wild-blue yonder of Cyberspace. He hoped the light of mankind's knowledge would free him of the Darkness that surrounded him, but he could only find more unanswered questions and falsehoods, and so he writes. He writes who he is. He hoped that someone would find it and free him of this Dark Place and that swallowed him like Jonah and the Whale. Either freed to bask in the light of the sun, or through the cold embrace of oblivion.
The troper clicks "Edit Page". They get to work.
- Action Survivor: No one is safe when the bodies drop. That is what makes Horror so effective to readers and viewers. Tension builds and releases, the danger and adrenaline shared between the veil of fiction and reality. To hold a gun you never fired before out of necessity can paralyze you. To see the sun rise for another day can make anyone willing to kill.
- The Alcoholic: Alan thought back to the days before he came to Bright Falls. He remembered the celebrations and the hard times. He forgot the taste of his morning coffee but he could remember every sip of the bourbon Barry poured for him in celebrating his best-seller. While he missed the bitter taste, he did not miss the looks Alice would give him when he woke up the next day.
- Author Avatar: A writer is nothing but the main protagonist of his own Thriller novel. The Player Character of someone else's game. One can never surmise if he is being played or stands in the way of the player. He can only live his life and only ask if distinctions even matter. If the act of knowing made a difference.
- Broke Your Arm Punching Out Cthulhu: While a part of Alan felt lighter with the knowledge of Barbara Jagger's destruction, he knew that the Darkness was still there. A lurking predator biding its time until its prey became lost and alone. Trapped in a cabin beneath Cauldron Lake with himself and his thoughts. At war with himself like a mouse under the cat's mercy.
- Classical Antihero: Alan Wake is arrogant, prideful, and resentful of his own success.
- Evil Counterpart: Mr. Scratch is Alan's nemesis and possesses all of his memories as well as appearance. He is the sum of all the dark rumors and innuendo about Alan in the real world.
- Private Eye Monologue: Alan knew that he could never do the profession justice, but he always believed that a part of himself brought Alex Casey to life. The heart and mind beneath the cigarette smoke and the gunfire and the tragedy.
- Reality Warper: Alan gained this ability at the lake ocean but the price was that whatever he tried to create would be influenced by the Dark Presence. It was a constant tug of war between what Alan wanted to happen and what the Dark Presence could corrupt it to be.
- Sanity Slippage: Alan sat alone as he typed. Mindlessly typing, always typing. Typing his thoughts as they played in a loop. His thoughts ran from him as his mind would forget them just as quick. Mindlessly typing, always typing. The line between what was real and what he made to be real was erased and now all he had was typing, always typing. Alan sat alone as he typed. Stories of escape leaped from his mind and behaved like they were true, but they were nothing but dreams and all there was to wake-up to was the Dark Place. Alan sat alone as he typed. Orange Peel.
