He fucked up.

A year, for a year he has been tracking our group, killing his way through countless of proxies that would get in his way, thinking he was getting close, thinking he had us on the run. Suffice to say, he was wrong, horribly wrong, while it's true that our base of operations in London has suffered an extreme downfall, forcing us to resort to hiding, the plan is to rebuild and get back in power, like always.

Malik wasn't even a threat, just a nuisance, however, he was still able to track us down, jumped our guards in his mutated maenad form, it was really hard to recognize him, not human at all, especially the snarls he was making. Took out the guards, but failed to overpower all of us and now he is with us, a prisoner, we found his brief case full of the servant blood, which he used to obtain his maenad form.

We will start interrogating him about how he got his hands on so much servant blood and how did he know that it would mutate him, he would never be able to figure all of this out on his own.

I really don't want to interrogate him, but I was assigned to it and I'm not stupid to disobey the orders, they also ordered me to post about it on this blog for some reason, which is weird, but whatever, it's not like someone's reading this anymore.

Went Silent

Where the fuck are all of you!?

The fuck's with all the silence!?

All these threats left and right and now, not a single proxy to be found, even your old bases are abandoned, is it because your base of operations in London was fucked so hard, that you had to fold in?

I bet that's what you're doing, folding up into one base, where all of you can be safe, right? Tough shit, assholes, if you think I'm dropping your scent, I'm not.

I'm onto you assholes, even you Claude.

Just give me a few more days, don't move, trust me, I'll find you and we can finally put this shit to rest. Just like you put her to rest, you piece of shit!

Motherfucker.

Ugh

I'm ill, I feel like shit, I've been feeling like shit for the past couple of weeks, hence my silence.

Can't even come outside while there's sun light, instant head ache and muscle weakness, to the point where I want to throw up, fall down and lose consciousness, and that's what I've been doing most of the time nowadays, as soon as the sun comes up, I just stay in my hideout and most of the times I just lose consciousness in the safety of darkness, until the loss off consciousness turns into sleep.

However, recently, shit got weird.

As I was sleeping, in my sleep, this feeling overwhelmed me, feeling of warmth and safety, the usual cold concrete under my back was replaced with warmth, the paranoia and fear were replaced with absolute safety and protection. Such unfamiliar feeling, of course, forced me to wake up and that's when I saw her, her infinite blue eyes radiating so much light, her long hair floating, as if extreme wind was blowing through my hideout, of course, there was no wind. Her body, floating through the air with no effort, as if it's absolutely weightless.

I tried to move, tried to get up, but my body refused to move, hell, it didn't even feel like I was in my own body, because the feelings I was experiencing weren't the feelings a regular human could experience.

And that's when I thought that I was dead, my body just never woke up from the sleep, the illness got to me, my body just gave up.

Sounds stupid I know, especially coming from me.

Anyways, this woman started floating towards me, slowly, spreading her arms in the process. Until she was interrupted, by none other than Slender Man himself. Very quickly, as if a subliminal message in the middle of a seemingly harmless video, he appeared behind her and his tendrils spread around her, after which a flash of red accompanied by an echoing scream, instantly forced me to wake up.

Cold sweat running down my face, hands shaking and body refusing to stand up for a couple of minutes.

I'm losing it.

Neat Trick

Nice raid, killed everybody off in that bar, bet you're real proud of yourself. It was really interesting to watch you leap several feet in the air with your sword in your mouth, with the speed of an animal, running across the walls, interesting indeed.

For a while we've been wondering how the hell you were capable of slaughtering so many, without dying in the process your bowsie ass. I mean, let's be honest with ourselves, you're far from being a strong fella, so seeing such a dense dumbass kill such a majority of people was always unexpectedly surprising.

This time, however, you didn't count on the bar having cameras installed outside, in the alley ways, where you shot up some weird juice through your veins, from your silver briefcase, which you ten proceeded to hid under the dumpster. After that, you fucking went insane, grabbed your sword in your mouth, walked into the bar on all fours, snarling and drooling like a wild animal.

So we let other people take a look at the footage, you know, people who've been longer in this predicament longer than you and I, and they said that you've been shooting up some Fear blood.

Now, we don't know where you got that shit, or how you got it, but now we know what makes you tick and they know how to catch your ass.

Just felt like you needed to know, after all, we are ol' buddies.

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.