Gabe and White

Ohohohoho, guess who I ran into in the middle of the alley ways of our old Neighborhood?

Oh man, fucking amazing, they didn't expect a fucking thing. They used to jump my ass all the time from behind, so it's kind of poetic that I managed to jump their asses and knock them out.

Didn't kill them, not yet, brought them back to my hideout, they didn't like it in here which I can understand, it's not such a nice place when you first step in here, but you get used to the smell.

Anyways, it was actually really funny when they regained their consciousness. They were spewing threats and typical "Master will kill you" bullshit. For those of you whore are not with the program, when I was still on friendly terms with Claude and... In any way, when things used to be relatively normal and I was a Proxy, these two assholes (Who are also proxies) used to jump and beat my ass every chance they got, because they didn't like the idea of me serving, only because I wanted to live longer, you see, they are the "true" followers, that is of course until you begin to cut their skin open slowly from toe to head.

Their threats instantly changed to pleas and apologies, it was quite pathetic actually. But hey, I'm not one to complain, it's not like anybody heard them or anything.

I tried asking them on where was Claude hiding exactly, but they didn't know anything, the funny thing is that immediately after that question Gabe jumped at the opportunity to propose he and White help me find him, never mind the fact that I don't trust them, as if they would be useful in any way.

I punctured enough wound in their bodies for the to bleed out, I spent the next hour just sitting and watching them bleed out. It wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be, it was kind of boring actually.

Oh well...

No more fucking around, I guess

Looks like the tall shit stopped fucking around.

I was about to fall asleep in my hideout, when I notice that my nose started bleeding, few seconds later a strong ultrasound started to ring in both of my ears, made me want to throw up, it felt like it was turning my brain into a puddle of shit.

I fell to my knees and threw up right there and then, after that I look up and guess who I see, Slenderman himself, up close and personal. There was no doubt in my mind that he was responsible for the ultrasound and the bleeding.

I tried to get up and scramble away, but I couldn't, my body refused to move, it's like I forgot how to move, I don't know. Then, one of his tendrils lashed out and smacked me into the next room, which was actually good, cause even if I could move, I would still have to get into the room that I was smacked into, because I needed to pick up something before escaping.

Once a little bit of distance was gained between me and it, the ultrasound eased up and I could actually move. I grabbed what I intended to take and was trying to make a run for the nearest window, but you can't really outrun that tall shit. As soon as I got what I needed and turned around, it was already in the room, ultrasound came back and once again my body refused to move.

One of it's tendrils wrapped around my neck and pushed me against the wall. It was obvious that it was going to kill me, as I was being choked, I saw another one of it's tendrils coming out from it's back, ready to puncture my body like a voodoo doll.

But then, something happened, a flash of light behind me, I felt something grab me from behind around my chest, felt like hands and this force pulled me into the light that was coming from behind me. I don't know what happened after that, bits and pieces of images remain in my head, I remember seeing Denizens, some black trees, etc. It was weird, that's all I can say.

Next thing that happened is I woke up in this nifty little spot. Not telling where and what, since for now, I'll be using this as my hideout.

That's all, I guess.

What the fuck?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

These thoughts, those voices... And now this? Yeah, you're laughing your ass off aren't you? Despite the fact that I took out your entire squad, you're laughing your ass off cause I was shot in the leg. You're laughing your ass off imagining me, crawling away from the location, yeah? Keep fucking laughing, cause, after going through so much pain both mentally and physically, I think I finally snapped.

Now, I may not seem like I snapped, hell, I don't think I snapped mentally. Sure, all I can see in my mind is your bloody carcass laying on the floor and me standing above you, with my sword sticking out of your throat. But, I mean, that's kind of an obvious thing to see coming from such an arrogant little shit like me, right? Yeah, I didn't snap mentally, I know who I am and what I need to do.

However, I think, I did snap physically. I was wondering why I never fought back when I was bullied, I mean, I could swing a few knuckles here and there and yet, I never even attempted to do so, it wasn't because I was afraid, believe you me, fear is kind of pointless when it comes to bullies, they never have the guts to do anything serious, so why be afraid? Couple of bruises? That'll heal up, hell, that's practically a souvenir right there and then I realized, every wound I have is a souvenir, no matter how recent or old.

Those are like ink in a history book, they are recordings of my life. So what happens when so many bruises appear on your body throughout your life? You get accustomed to it, that's why I never fought back, I think I enjoyed the pain. This bullet wound hurts like hell, but it feels so damn good, I literally came back like 1 hour ago and I should have been patching up the bullet wound, but I spent an entire hour just sitting in the corner and soaking in the pain. The blood running down my leg feels so warm, in this moment, I feel alive, I feel complete.

So yeah, throw as many of your associates at me as you can, it'll only bring me joy, asshole.

Motherfucker

He keeps appearing, keeps following me, everywhere I attack, he just stands and watches, he doesn't try to stop me, he just watches.

The fucking Slenderman keeps watching and it's pissing me off, I don't know what he does, but he doesn't let me fall asleep, I just can't fall asleep around him, haven't slept for three days, those three days seem to be effecting me, I keep hearing voices in my head.

Can't make out what the fuck they are saying, but it's still distracting. Spent the entire last night yelling my lungs out at him, cursing at him, insulting him in any way possible, I wanted him to do something, anything, I wanted to provoke him to attack me, but no, he just kept starring, motherfucker.

On the bright side, for every night I didn't sleep, I wrecked few remaining proxy places here. A non-stop, 3 day assault, fun. No leads on you Claude, nobody seems to know where you are, or if they did, they sure didn't talk about it, you know? All this attacking left me with a few questions, they try so hard to protect the information on where you currently are, why?

Why the fuck don't they tell me where you are, when their own life is at stake? Are you blackmailing them, or something? Threatening? Hell, why the fuck are they even offering you a place to lay low? What makes you so God Damn special? Since when did they give a shit about one of their own dying?

Why am I even asking, you're not going to answer, besides, it wouldn't matter, you're going to be dead either way, fucking asshole.

And then I'm coming after you, Richard. Yeah, even though I haven't learned why you're protecting Claude, I did learn on who gave out the order for her execution.

So you survived, and? What's next? What can you possibly do?

It's just you against all of us and last time I checked, you're just one person, who's physical state is below average. Anybody could easily snap you like a twig.

Now, I don't know how you pulled off the Timberwolf bar massacre, but then again, it's Timberwolves, they were never that smart, I'm sure you used one of your "brilliant" strategies, or whatever.

I figured that trying to reason with you is just a waste of time and while it saddens me to see you try so hard to avenge Alesa's death, just admit that you can't do jack shit, do yourself a favour and use that sword on your own neck.

As for the proxy organisation fallen apart, part. Yeah, true, however, we're not the only ones suffering from that, many other organisations are experiencing the same shit, hell, they are having it worse than us. At least we still have the whole city in our pockets, so yeah.

Face it man, if we don't get to you first, Slendy will, from what you told us, he seems to be already hunting your ass.

Just disappear into obscurity, why don't ya?

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.

Cunts, bunch of fucking cunts.

Wanting me to tell them my secrets, beating the shit out of me, shooting three bullets into me, dumping me in the alleyways, did you think I'd just die?

I mean, granted, it took me a while to suck up my wounds, but, fuck you, I'm back.

Claude, your ass goes first.

Next up are the boys in gray, the ones who pulled the trigger.

And then, the "Higher Ups" themselves.

I made a mistake, my bad, I promise, from now on, no more mistakes. One is enough for me, thank you very much.

Did I forget to say anything else?

Oh yeah, fuck you Claude.