We're helping Sanna, yup.

Since we are located in the same god damn city, our dear Alesana decided to show off the goodness of her heart, by letting Sanna crash at our place for the night. Me saying that it's a brain dead idea and asking for Claude to back me up on this, he said that he didn't mind. So they agreed to help her out and they started thinking on some ways of doing so without exposing ourselves as traitors. They suck at planning, this is the reason why I was assigned to this team, I' the fucking architect here, so I had to come up with a good plan, otherwise we'd be dead.

So, since Franky never takes off his mask, nor does he ever talk, I decided to dress Sanna up as Franky for the day. However, there was another problem, Sanna was being tracked, we had to somehow get her to our house without the trackers seeing it, no problem... What, thought I was gonna reveal how we pulled that off? Nope, we just did it, deal with it.

So she was now in our house, with her trackers having no idea where she was for now. When she came over, I still didn't like the idea, why are we risking our lives for hers? Cause Alesana is nice and Claude is too damn lazy to do anything about it.

"Welp, she's here." I said, seeing Sanna in our kitchen.

Claude was right behind me getting a drink "Welcome."

"Hiya... and thanks for putting your arses on the line..." (WHY!?)

And just at that moment Alesana fell down the stairs with a bag full of supplies, ready for Sanna. Claude, went to help her up, as he passes Sanna, he hands her a can of Sprite. After drinking the drink, Sanna walked over to Alesa:

"Hi there. You alright?"

She then looked over her shoulder to look at me, I was not dropping my sight from her, this is a god damn enemy, trained by a soldier and for some reason we were helping her!
Alesana got up, introduced herself to Sanna and anded her the bag, saying what it's for.

We had to get this plan over with fast, the trackers must have already decided to check out our place and yet they were standing there chatting and shit, great fucking idea!

"We're gonna need you to dress up in this." I threw her Franky's clothing.

"Then I'm gonna need you to stop staring at me like that when I do, unless you plan to throw money at me." And people wonder, why I hate socializing.

Great, I had to explain everything to her, I hate going over my plans a thousand times.

"Your 'fans' are probably on their way here, so we need you to change into Franky's clothing, so they don't know that you are here. You'll spend only a day with us, so you have only a day to sleep, drink, eat, fart, and so on. In the middle of the night, you will leave."

After that I went to the Living Room, Alesana was showing her where to change.

After she changed , she came down to the living room and placed her Colt and two combat knives on the table, along with a few pennies and a bag of toiletries, plus her laptop and an illustrated copy of the book Dracula, and an iPod, then her iPhone.

"That's all I got to show for it; I feel bad you're doing this for free, so take what you want."

Yeah, like we needed any of that crap, not to mention, it was rather stupid to place all of that stuff on the table, like Claude said:

"It'd be a good idea to put that stuff away, since your friend might be watching." 

She joined us, as me and Claude were playing Crash Team Racing on his playstation, if there's one thing Claude is good at, it's video games, that fucker know it too.

"I fucking hate the castle level..."

To which he laughed "If you know how to do the extra boosts, after you land, you can clear any level just easily!"

"So where are you all from? I'm from Cheshire." That was an "out of nowhere" question.

"Ireland, Bray."

"I'm from New York."

At this point I was getting rather annoyed, cause Claude just shoved my kart off the fucking map, oh and just in case, if it wasn't clear, I was born and raised in London.

"So if you went to a high school in England, you must be from like a posh family? I just went to secondary school. Crazy, wild and wonderful place."

I don't know if they were posh, just fucking control freaks.

"Hold R1 when you turn a corner, wait till the meter in the corner fills up, then press L1."

I know how to do the fucking move, I just didn't care.

Once Claude won the race, he got up, turned off the PS1 and went to his room saying that he had "Work" to do. At the same time Alesana went off cooking, so I was the only one left, which meant, I had to be the one to keep an eye on the girl, in other words, they fucking bailed on me.

"You were pretty content to watch me like a fuckin' hawk a few minutes ago."

Well excuse me of being against an idea, of bringing in an enemy.

"An idea that Alesana says you contributed to, mister."

And that's why you never trust Alesana, cause she can't keep her mouth shut. But, as I said, the only reason why I contributed, was because, if they were going to go along with this brain dead idea, might as well come up with a plan, that won't kill us.

"Sorry"

Sorry, doesn't fucking cut it. I was pretty annoyed at that point and the only way for me to calm down, is drumming, now I never drum in front of anyone, however, this was an exception, since I had to keep an eye on her, so I had to have her be in the same room. Told her to shut up and let me drum, she flipped me off, I flipped her off, she laughed for some reason, I was annoyed, whatever.

I decided to ask her, what her plan is, for when she leaves our place.

"To stay alive. Keep my friends alive. Find a way to make money. Learn to drive, maybe even have somewhere to live. Sort out everything that's wrong with my head. But from there, I don't really know."

I thought she didn't understand the question, so I elaborated.

"Murder Vladik. Murder Lyle. Beat Kyrylo until he's shitting teeth, find a way to kill him. Get a tattoo. Those things, in any order."

She wasn't kidding, that was her "plan", how the fuck did she manage to survive for so long? I will never know.

Then Alesa knocked on the door, saying that she was free now and could babysit Sanna, to which I replied, by sprinting out of the room.

I'm sure her and Alesana are having a boring, girly chat downstairs, right now.

What a Nice Team!

So here I am, following orders, creeping on some blondie, trying to scare the living hell out of her and all of a sudden, someone's hand covers my mouth, and someone's arms grab me by the shoulders and drag my ass into a nearby building.

At first I thought it was some sort of trap, but it was only my fellow Proxies, Gabe and White (Not their real names) they hated me, ever since I moved into the neighborhood, you see, I don't exactly "Respect" our Master, they say the only reason I work with them, is so that I can survive for a bit longer (Which is true). They don't like that kind of thing, so they knee me in the gut and start beating the ever lasting crap out of me.

Gladly, they didn't beat me up to the point where I lost consciousness, still, they gave me one heck of a beating. So yeah, this is the kind of shit I have to work with, they don't dare approach Claude, since he would probably knock both of them the fuck out, they can't approach Alesa, since she's mostly always inside the house, nor are they willing to approach Franky, the whole neighborhood is afraid of him anyway.

To be honest, I think they single me out, simply because I'm such an asshole, which kind of makes me smile. So I'm stuck inside the house for a while, grabbing a couple of Z's, while Claude is going to be taking over the duties for a while, since he missed a good bit of them and I had to cover for his ass.

Not the first time I got the shit kicked out of me, by fellow "co-workers", there was plenty of times before, but meh, never really gave it that much of a thought, I mean you always get bullied, some people hide, some people fight back, I just lay there, I dunno if I could beat Gabe and White if I tried, but at the end of the day, I just don't give much of a shit about it.

Sleepy time.

I'm Back.

Alright, seeing as no one's home and assuming you might be doing an assignment, I'm not going to risk it by sending a text message onto your phones.

So I'm back in town, we voted the vote and and thankfully, there were no outbursts of objection. Basically, what happened, was one of our members, was selling our Kuttes, the gang caught him red handed, so we had to vote on kicking him out, that kind of vote requires all the members to be present at the table, so now that I'm done, I'm back and I'm ready to annoy the ever-living piss out of Mal.

To be honest, this is a rare occasion that I find the house completely empty, well, I mean Franky could be locked up in his room, but yeah. Malik rarely leaves the house unless it's an assignment, Alesa rarely leaves the house unless we're out of food. Speaking of emptiness, I've been getting a lot of assignments over the cell phone while being away, apparently the higher ups forgot that they gave me a few weeks off, all of those phone calls seemed urgent as hell since they wouldn't stop ringing my phone (I didn't pick on purpose.) so I come back and what do I find out? One of the most oldest and ancient Oracles has been killed and the whole organization is going bat shit crazy.

Not sure if this is a good time to be a proxy, but hell, at least this kind of chaos isn't happening over here in London, I mean, fuck, Russia is the worst place to be right now, from what I hear and read. Still, even so far away, apparently all the runners and fighters caught a whiff of that information and they started causing chaos over here as well. It's becoming a lot more easier to track them down, but a lot more harder to put them down, I mean, from what I hear, once I came back, a good dozen of our colleagues got fucking killed here in London.

So that makes me kind of worried, as to why the house is empty. I might try and contact them by phone if they're not back by tomorrow morning.

Little bit about me.

Since Mal got himself acquainted with you guys on more of a personal level, talking about how he got here, I guess it's only fair that I do the same, besides I wouldn't think of doing this if my Mom hadn't called me today.

My story's very simple, I grew up with an abusive mother, after the death of my father in a car accident, my mom started drinking and that of course led to an abusive relationship between her and me. Despite that, she still made sure I go to school and etc. I never held it against her, I don't blame her in the slightest, I blame the alcohol, alcohol is the reason why my mother couldn't think clearly.

But I also couldn't live like that, so I ran away, my very good friend agreed to help me out, let me stay at her place. Few years of living with her, she taught me everything she learned at school so I was never behind, I couldn't show up to school because then my mother would find me.

One night, I woke up to the sound of someone coming into her house, I thought it was a thief or something, so I armed myself immediately, but it was no thief, it was my friend, in a strange mask. I confronted her about it and she told me that she was at a party, she was a horrible liar, so she admitted to the whole truth, admitted to being a proxy. She explained everything about it and honestly, I didn't know if I should call the police, or the psychiatry ward.

Of course I didn't and I ran away from her home as well, because, quite frankly, I couldn't stay wit her after that. But, I didn't get far, I saw Slenderman and as soon as I saw him/her/it I ran back to her, asking on what I should do. She proposed I become part of the proxies, but I couldn't, I mean, become part of a group that kills people? That's an instant no, however she explained that I don't have to kill anyone, I can help her maintain the house in a good condition and maybe, at some points in time, help her scare this, or that person.

So I went through life like that, until I ended up with Malik, Claude and Franky.

So yea, not so entertaining, but, seeing as Malik wrote about himself, it's only fair.

Hope you guys have a nice day!

My baby.

It's been really busy for the past couple of weeks here, assignment, after assignment, after assignment, fucking hell, shit sucks.

Now that I have some time to take a breather, I can introduce you to Clarissa, say "hi" Clarissa:

(She's beautiful.)

I found her on one of our assignments, we were ordered to creep out a certain dude, he was older than any of us and to top it all of, he was a sword collecting enthusiast. I was doing the creeping, since Claude wasn't in the mood at the time, problem with that was, this guy was no coward. The plan was, we let him catch a glimpse of me and then run off, he was faster, he tackled me down to the ground and started pounding my face in, lucky for me Claude was on stand by with a brick in his hand. So, we kind of failed the assignment and killed the guy off, so what do we decided to do? Go looting of course, I mean, why not? His body is going to be recovered by morning, his death will be signed off as a suicide, his stuff will be inspected by the "police" and if they find something missing, they'll sign off that all the stuff is in it's place.

So we go looting, we see regular shit, like a plasma screen TV, fancy ass looking couches, bunch of fucking vases, basically the dude was rich. And then we go upstairs, into his bedroom and there's another room connecting to the bedroom, so we go in and we find a room, with nothing in it, but a bunch of swords hanging from the walls and I'm like "Dude...".

I'm a big fan of Ninja's, not those shitty Ninja's in video games like Ninja Gaiden, where the ninja is in the open, running around, hacking and slashing left and right. No, real fucking Ninja's, the ones that use stealth to their advantage, the one's who use killing as a last necessity, the one's who use 5 elements as not means of fighting, but as means of hiding.

Anyways, off the nerd'o coaster, I take the most pretty one there and that so happened to be Clarissa.

Now I can hear all the pro's yelling at me "You dumb ass, a sword can't do jack shit against gun's." well fuck you. I'm not using the sword all the time, I'm also using guns (mostly), but I just like carrying her with me, what if there's a chance I can actually use her (Had plenty of chances already).

So yeah.

Meh.

Alright, now that I cooled down, I can say that me and Alesa have worked things out, I forgave her for intruding my space and she promised to never do it again.

Fuckin' hate when people move shit in my room, everything is in it's respective place, it seems like a mess to you? Well fuck you, in this mess, I know where everything is, so there is no point in fucking moving it. It really pisses me off when somebody touches and moves my stuff and then I can't fucking find it, part of the reason why me and my parents didn't get along too well, they always fucking cleaned up my room, shit fucking pissed me off.

Speaking of parents, simply because I feel like getting all personal and shit, why not talk about them. Fucking hated them: "Do this, do that, go here, start this." Fuck you, you don't tell me what to do, if I say I want to be a drummer in a band, I want to fucking be a drummer in a fucking band! Not some stupid ass manager, or some other boring ass shit.

As you can tell, never was a perfect son, skipped lessons in school, getting in trouble was my thing, got arrested on several occasions, basically a juvenile delinquent. Ran the fuck away from home, started living at my mates place, we did nothing but go to the concerts, parties, drink, play games and occasionally host a gig at some run down, old ass, bar. Life was pretty cool, up until the point when he started jibber jabbing about some tall man in a business suit and shit, one second I laugh at his stupidity, the next second I watch him get torn apart right in front of my eyes, saying that I was scared, would be the understatement of the year. Didn't run away though, shock I guess, I mean, cut me some slack, what was your first reaction when you met Slendy?

Anyways, I think I'm next, life flashes, yadda yadda, I blink for a second and he's gone, so now I'm in the middle of the street, middle of night, drenched in the pool of blood of my mate, I pass out. Next thing, I wake up behind bars, as soon as the cops see me woken up, they take me to the interrogation room, I thought they were going to start asking me questions and eventually hang the murder on my ass. Instead, I get a dude in a long ass, black trench coat walk up to me and explain everything: Slendy, Proxies, Fears, Runners, all that fancy shit that we know and love. So he proposes me a job as a proxy, why? I don't fucking know, been a proxy for a year, still don't know how they recruit. However, the job sounded better than getting ripped to pieces, so I agreed.

Since then I became a proxy: I stalked, I scared, I killed, I sent messages, all that fancy shit. And then, at some point, I got assigned to this team, I don't question orders, cause I don't want to risk it for the biscuit, although I prefer working with people I don't know and never will get to know. But, in accepting that order, I ended up in this house with these fuck holes and here we are.

Nothing fancy really, no fucked up childhoods, not betrayals, nothing dramatic, fuck drama.