The Big Man

Slenderman himself is standing outside my window right now. Never liked him, I hate things I can't understand, not that I'm scared, feeling of fear drops when you've had a near death experience. I used to be afraid of him though, the thing always sent a chill up my spine, as I said, I hate things I don't understand.

But whatever, he can stand there all he fucking wants, I don't care. I'm too busy right now, with what? Hunting that shit-face down, they took him somewhere, don't know where, gave him a good cover up. But he didn't leave town, nah, too much hassle to leave town because of a kid like me, I'm not really a threat, am I, Claude?

Funny thing is, the Proxy groups have been like ants these past couple of months. The organizations are falling apart from what I hear, too many psychopaths attacking and killing heavy hitters in the organizations. Which means that the "Higher Ups" are slowly falling apart.

And once they're on the ground, I'm not going to miss the opportunity to snatch them up. I already know who's behind all of this anyway, I wasn't just sucking up my shitty wounds, I was researching.

I think I actually snapped a little bit, mentally. Can't see anything but me, slitting Claude's throat with my sword, when I'm awake, when I'm asleep, same image.

Wonder how it'll feel, probably really good.