Stop

Stop

Stop it 

You’re making it worse! 

I don’t know if just seeing you is triggering something in me or if you’re fucking with my head somehow, but the urge to gut your stupid follower is getting worse and worse the longer you fucking stand there. 

This is your fucking guy isn’t it? Do you WANT me to kill his stupid ass?! 

Wait… Wait a minute… 

You do, don’t you? 

You set Doomsy up for this, didn’t you? You fucking faceless piece of shit!  

You’re trying to feed my addiction, so I want more and then you’re going to swoop in and give it to me like the world’s worst fucking dealer! Who gives a shit if you lose a useless fucking kid in the process, right?   

Well fuck that! I’m not going to be your bitch ever again! 

The funny thing is that it’s your own fucking fault too! 

If you hadn’t attacked the Wolf when she came back, we’d all still be serving you! 

If you had fucking shoved a tentacle up Osprey’s ass instead of sitting on your spindly fucking hands, we’d still be serving you. 

If you hadn’t just thrown the Wolf under the fucking eldritch bus in the first place, we’d still be fucking serving you! 

But no, you created this whole fucking mess for yourself, and you’re not going to use me to clean it up, especially not with everything you’ve put me through! 

Holy fuck! How can something as old and powerful as you be that fucking short-sighted and stupid?! 

Oh what? Is the truth pissing you off? Well, what are you going to do about it? Come on then, kill me! 

No, you won’t, because you’re still too afraid of what the Wolf will do when she gets out, aren’t you?! 

Fuck! Fuck you both!

I hate you so fucking much!

Blackout

I slept through the whole fucking day. When I woke up, I wasn't in my bed. Instead, I was in a chair, facing my dipshit prisoner. Doomsy was staring at me like a deer in the fucking headlights and shaking all over. Blinking, I realized that one of my knives was sticking out of the wall next to his head.

“Did… I do that?” I muttered- more to myself than him, but he nodded anyway

I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake myself, before removing his gag so he could tell me what the fuck happened.

Apparently, I wandered out from my room with the knife, sat down and stared at him like a fucking freak for a while. Then I suddenly launched my ass forward like I was going to kill him, only to plant the knife in the wall instead.

Fuck! I haven’t had a blackout like that since I was hitting the bottle, and now I’ve got a headache to match my worst fucking hangover.

It can’t be crapwrappers’ cancer AIDS, I got that shit under control! At least, I thought I did… No! It’s locked the fuck away and can’t do shit!   

Is the Tailor fucking with my head? Can he even do that anymore with these stitches in me? Even if he can, why would he be making me attack a proxy? It doesn’t make sense.

Maybe the hunger is getting to me that fucking much.

Either way, it’s not fucking good.

Malik, Hannah, Hart, thanks for the support. I’m glad you’re all still surviving out there. I’m gonna wish you all good luck too. I hope you all find a way out of those fucked up shitholes. 

And yeah, fucking “Doombringer”. That shit is still fucking funny. At least I have something to laugh at in all this.

I think you guys might be right, though. I should probably let this one go. Maybe drive his stupid ass out to another community, ditch him and then keep on going or some shit…

Ugh… But I’m too fucking tired to do it right now...

I just

want to sleep a little more…

Temptation

It’s been months since my last kill. Years since I tortured a motherfucker. 

The hunger has never gone the fuck away, but I’ve been doing my best to keep that shit under control.  

And yet, after all that time, I’m stuck facing a fucking predicament thanks to this stupid fucking proxy that I have tied up here. 

I knew they’d come after my ass eventually, especially since the Tailor decided to start reappearing, but I guess I wasn't expecting them to send a dipshit teenager to do the job.  

That’s right, they sent a 17 year old. I’m kinda fucking offended that they apparently thought the work experience youth intern could handle me on his own. I mean, I know that there are plenty of kids involved in this mess, and all he was supposed to do was break into my apartment and leave some spooky shit around to “scare” me, but still, this is the kind of fuckery you pull with people who JUST got dragged into this hell, not someone who has been in it as long as I have. I came home to find the door open and little shit spray-painting the operator symbol on the wall like it was 2012. 

“Oh fuck… I… uh… shit!” He blurted before pulling out a little pocketknife and charging towards me. I don’t think he was attacking so much as he was trying to fucking escape, but either way, I quickly sidestepped and stuck out a leg, tripping his ass. He tried to get up but a kick to the head put him back down. Taking his knife, I went to the door, looked out to make sure there weren’t any nosy cunts around, then closed and locked it.  

As you hamsterflaps can probably tell, we’ve had the chance to chat a little bit since then, which is how I know his age and what he was doing here. He also told me his proxy handle: “Doombringer”. Fucking “Doombringer”. You should have seen his fucking face when I laughed and asked him if “Shadow the Hedgehog” was already taken.

“I thought it sounded cool”, he muttered, which made me laugh even harder. I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on him for that though. Edgy as it may be, at least it’s not something completely retarded… like KnitWolf.     

Anyway, I need to decide what the fuck I’m going to do with him.

I could keep my no-murder streak going and let him walk away... I’m not stupid. I wasn’t going along thinking I’d never have to kill a bitch again, but… do I need to kill this one? He’s a fucking kid, so if he knows where I am, the other proxies probably do too. He probably doesn’t have anything to tell them that they don’t already know. On the other hand, if I let the little prick go, he might be trouble later. Just because Doomsy doesn’t know how to handle himself now, doesn’t mean he’ll always be that way, so I should probably save myself some trouble and kill him. This should be an easy choice, just like that fucker who tried to mug me. I don’t know why I’m struggling with this.

Shit… Either way, I’m going to have to move again, and this puckersucker fucked up my chances of ever getting the damage deposit back. 

Hehe… I guess that means I don’t have to worry too much about making a mess with him. I could probably take this idiot apart and it wouldn’t make much difference. Maybe he knows some useful shit. He already pissed himself in fear when he woke up and realized the situation he was in, so it probably wouldn’t be hard to make him squeal… Even if he doesn’t, it would be so satisfying to cut him up, to squeeze the life out of his fucking neck. I could dunk him in the tub a few times- then watch him squirm until the bubbles stop. It’s been so long and it’s just one…. 

No. No. He’s still a kid… just like Laura was. No kid deserves the kind of shit she went through. Isn’t that what I said before? 

Maybe killing his stupid ass before he suffers more would be merciful then! He broke into my fucking home and came at me with a knife, whatever his intentions were! He chose his fucking path! 

Oh god, I sound like the Wolf… 

 

I… I think I’m going to call in sick to work tomorrow. Maybe for the next couple of days while I figure this shit out.

Through the Looking Glass

Crossing the threshold was rough, like jumping out of a fucking frying pan, right into a fire. I went from choking on smoke and feeling like I was having a heart attack, to suffocating and feeling like I was burning up. It felt rotten and wrong like the night Wolf died and the night she came back all over again, but worse. Suddenly, I realized that I was being held. Wolf told me to try to relax as my body “re-learned how to breathe”. Just as I was about to pass out, the stitches in my leg and hand started tingling. It spread through my whole body as the stitches did… whatever they did, causing the burning sensation to fade and finally letting me take in a deep breath. 

I’m okay now… I think. The sores are still there and itching but other than that I feel fine, or as close to it as I can get in this place.    

It’s… weird. 

It’s dark here and not normal dark either. I have to hold my phone close to my face in order to see the screen, because if I don’t, it completely disappears. It’s like the light just stops, as if there was a wall in front of it, but there isn’t one. It’s made typing this a pain in the ass. 

Sound is fucked here too. When we talk it sounds like our voices are going through an old radio. It all comes out fuzzy and muted, even though we’re right next to each other. Despite that, there are still “echoes”, but even they aren’t normal or consistent. Every now and then, we’ll hear our own voices, repeating something that was said hours or days or weeks ago. I’m only calling them “echoes” because that’s what Wolf assured me that they are, even though they don’t sound like it. They don’t have that same reverberation. They’re more like exact recordings being played right next to us. 

Wolf says it’s because we’re not supposed to be here. We “don’t make sense” in this place, so it’s trying to reject us. According to her, this world is broken, completely consumed by the thing that Father Brien’s cult tried to bring to ours. Its corpse is the only thing left here, and that’s what we’re looking for. Once we get to it, she will be able to “fix” this world. 

Speaking of which, it took a while to get used to walking here. I can’t feel anything under my feet, so I ended up stumbling a lot at first. I can feel my body’s movements, of course, but it’s like walking through air. Wolf wrapped a tendril around my waist before we crossed the threshold and she’s kept it there since, both to help me walk and to make sure we don’t get separated or “fall off” as she put it, whatever the hell that means. If it weren’t for that tendril and the hand I keep on her shoulder, I wouldn’t know that we were getting anywhere. If I stop “walking” I can feel her pulling away, so I know that some kind of forward motion is happening, at least. Wolf offered to carry me, but I don’t want to put extra strain on her while she’s focusing on following the “trail”. Besides, it gives me something of my own to focus on, which I really need here. It's a good distraction from the constant darkness. 

I haven’t felt tired or hungry or anything since I got here, but Wolf insists that we take occasional breaks. She also insists that I try to eat something or sleep during those breaks, even though I don’t feel like I need to. Aside from the distraction, I think she’s trying to make sure I have something normal to hang onto in all of this. I’m sure it helps her too, so I’m not going to argue. I just hope we get where we're going soon. 

Not Wasting Any Time

Now that the Wolf has been banished to the fucking phantom zone, guess who decided to rear his fugly head. 

I can’t say I’m surprised, though it is funny to think that the mighty Slenderman was too fucking scared of her to even show up until now.  

It’s also kind of a relief, in a weird way. It makes me feel like I’ve actually gotten out from under her shadow for once.  

Don’t get me wrong though, I’m not happy to see the Tailor again or some shit. I don’t have any of the Wolf’s insane love for him. He was the one who ordered her to do what she did. Through her, he took everything from me, and I haven’t fucking forgotten that.

And now he’s just standing there like a shitty store mannequin. If you’re going to kill me then what are you waiting for? It’s been ten fucking years!

What the fuck ever. I’ve got work in the morning, so I’m going the fuck to bed. If he decides to kill me, there’s not much I’ll be able to do, awake or not, so I might as well get a couple hours of sleep.