Hey Sleaze Bag!

What rock did you crawl under!? You're not dead, that I know for sure.

You also can not get out of the country, you have no money, all of your associates are dead, the higher ups, or whatever the hell is left of them are all scrambling to save their own asses.

There's nobody to help you either, all of the dumb shit proxies in our circles have been killed by either my hand, or have been buried underneath all the rubble of that warehouse.

Slendy will sure as hell not protect your worthless ass.

Come on fucker, just face the fucking music already! You've tortured my ass for months, you think I will let this go?! You burned everything down to the ground, just get fucking over here already and let one of us die already!

I'll fucking find you.

Almost over.

It's almost over, almost finished, he thought he had me, but he was wrong.

Nobody is around anymore to read this, so why am I writing this down? Because I want to remember it myself, I want this to remain recorded, I want somebody to stumble upon this at some point in time and know that Claude was killed by my hands.

But first, an explanation is in order. If you look at the last post made on this blog by Claude, I was captured, beaten, tortured and interrogated. At first, it wasn't too bad, he tried to make me talk about the briefcase by using the "We used to be good friends" sentiment "Remember the old days?" that type of shit. Too bad for him, I did and still do, it did nothing but anger me even more than I already was and got him nowhere.

As weeks and months would go by, the interrogation tactics would become more cruel and painful, at some points, he would even let other people join in on the fun and yet again, it got him nowhere, apart from my hatred for him grow, to the point of when I would pass out, I would have dreams about inflicting so much pain upon him and then ending his miserable life. Those dreams was my only was of escape from the reality of the situation, which was, after various attempts, his bosses will order him to dispose of me and I will be dead.

And I was absolutely right, After many, many months, either their patience ran out, maybe they were finally moving out of their base and had to get rid of everything that held them back, or maybe Claude just got tired of my stubborn nature, whatever the case, one day, or night, not quite sure, Claude came into the room with the intent of finally finishing me off.

He told me how he wished that it didn't have to come to this, he wished he could avoid this, about how much he missed how everything was before, the four of us living in the house and just being a family. I stayed silent, I had nothing to say to him, he was the one who burned all of that down and if he was seeking forgiveness, he wasn't getting any of it, especially not from me, the bastard could wallow in his self pity to death, in fact, one of the main reasons I didn't say anything to him, was because I was hoping that after he gets rid of me as well, the self guilt will be too much of a burden for him and he will hang himself, drive off of a cliff, drown himself, or just shoot himself.

However, one thing did catch my attention, he had my briefcase with him. He noticed that I took notice and without me even asking about it, he said that the reason he brought it with himself was because his bosses wanted him to start using those liquids, to become one of their most powerful soldiers as they try to rebuild the whole Oracle system back to the way it was. I stayed silent, but this time it wasn't because of hatred, it was because of disgust, how could a person be that much of a push-over, he willingly turned himself into a test subject for those power hungry idiots, no second thoughts, just like he had no second thoughts when he allowed their errand boys do the dirty deed that broke this family apart.

This wasn't a person standing in front of me, it was a sad, pathetic, worthless bag of flesh, filled with various organs standing in front of me.

And the reason he was intending to use one of those liquids on himself against me, was because he was afraid of using them and he wanted for a friend to be around, in order not to be afraid. He came to the wrong place, maybe he was confused, whatever the case, he wasn't my friend, he burned that word down, delusional idiot.

Then he proceeded to take one of the syringes out of the briefcase, the one he chose was filled with Azoth, I bet his bosses did not allow him to use any other ones. And he injected himself with it, after which he fell down, screaming in pain,as the transformation began, those moments were the only moments that I felt happy, hearing him grovel in pain, seeing him pain, was the most satisfying thing I've seen for these several months. Watching various black tentacles rip through his flesh, seeing him bleed, I suddenly felt alive again.

That enjoyment was quickly interrupted as my attention turned from the pathetic idiot on the floor, to the various screams and gun shots that suddenly began to ring out, behind the doors.

Something was going down and I wasn't the only one who noticed, Claude also did, he began to stand up, looking at the door, after which he looked at me, with seemingly surprised look on his face, as various tentacles were sticking out of his back, face and arms. It's like he forgot that I was in that room, after which one of his fellow proxy's body came crashing through the door, no, can't count it as a full body if all of it's limbs were ripped off.

And as the door got smashed, all of a sudden I felt a giant rumbling sound, after the body hit the floor, the floor began to shake, along with the walls, as the ceiling began to slowly come down. And then was saw him, tall, pale, faceless, standing right there, in the doorway, not even for one second loosing his balance over the shaking floor, Slenderman.

The shaking was so strong, me and my chair fell over, I was confused, disoriented, couldn't see anything correctly, I could only hear Claude and his, insane laughing, no idea what was happening and I didn't care that much, I was more concerned with all the debris that was falling down from the ceiling. The lights came crashing down right in front of my face, sparks flying into my face and then my memory goes blank, I don't know what happened, did I lose consciousness from a piece of debris that hit me in the head, I don't know, all I knew is when I woke up, I was amongst the debris, laying there, unharmed.

I got up, lost and confused, standing in the middle of a giant pile of debris, where there once was a warehouse which was used as a base, underneath the debris, most likely, a plethora of dead bodies. My immediate concern was whether Claude was among that pile of bodies, but I didn't have time to find out, I heard the sirens in the distance and I had to get out of there fast.

After that, several weeks of healing followed. I still don't know what happened in there, why Slenderman decided to off his servants and how I survived, whatever the case, one thing is for sure, Claude is still out there if I am to believe the victim list from the Police. Claude isn't amongst the list of the dead, so my mission is still on.

And I doubt it will be going on for much longer, all of his powerful allies had fallen, he is most likely hurt and injured, he has no finances to get out of the country, let alone the city, quite simply put, he is defenseless and I will capitalize on this opportunity.

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...