Merry Christmas, I don’t want to fight tonight

I made some Xmas decorations. They weren’t anything fancy, just some popcorn garland and paper chains but it was nice and festive. I got Hart to help put them up earlier. He even started to lighten up a bit while we decorated. The Wolf just went about her business, cleaning and sharpening one of her knives. When we were done, I pulled her away from her work. I asked if she liked the decorations. She said she didn’t see the point of it.

I fucking lost it. I just felt so frustrated, I couldn’t stop myself. I hit her again and again. I told her that she was a fucking hypocrite, that she was pathetic. I called her every name in the book and even invented a few new ones. I told her that I hated what she had become, that I was tired, that I needed her back and that I loved her.   

She took every hit, just staring at me with those fucking dead eyes until I stopped. Her expression didn’t change except for one tear that rolled down her cheek. Then she turned away and went right back to her work

I’m stuck and I don’t know what the fuck else to do

Anyway, Merry Xmas and Happy New year ya shit fucking bitch hamsters 

Initiation

Deer boy finally got his hands dirty last night.

See, the Wolf told me that there’s this runner we were supposed to put some fear into and the best way to do that while popping Hart’s murder cherry, would be by killing someone close to her. This little bitch still lived with her daddy, so we slipped in while she was out and took out the old man. It wasn’t hard especially since the stupid shit left the back door unlocked. We got in and surprised the old fuck. The Wolf punched him, knocking him out cold. She stretched him out on his back and knelt on his arms, then told me to take a leg. He woke up pretty quick when the spike of my tomahawk went into his left leg. The fucker tried to scream but the Wolf had her hand over his mouth. She told him to shut up and stop struggling or we’d kill his daughter. That settled him down.

Then it was Hart’s turn. The pussy had turned away, not wanting to see what we were doing. I grabbed him and pulled him over. The Wolf took her hand off the old man’s mouth and handed Hart one of her knives. She told him to kill the old bastard, then told me to kill Hart if he didn’t. The cheap ass bandana that Hart had pulled over the lower half of his face did fuck all to hide how scared he was as he took the knife in his shaking hands, looking from the man, to the Wolf, to me. I thought he was going to piss himself when the old man started talking, asking why we were doing this and quietly begging for mercy, more for his daughter than for himself.       

Finally, Hart knelt by the old man’s side. He apologized, screwed his eyes shut and stabbed down. He stabbed the old man again and again until he finally died. Then he looked up from his work. His eyes were glazed and full of tears. The Wolf seemed not to notice or care as she took back the knife and ordered me to take the old fuck’s head off. We stuffed his body in a closet and left his head on the daughter’s bed with an operator symbol drawn in his blood.

Hart’s been quiet since then. He’s just been sitting in his room shaking and staring at the walls. When we got back I had to help him wash the blood off his hands and the bit of his face that his bandana left exposed. I keep telling him that he did fine and that it’ll get easier. Hopefully his shock will wear off soon. The Wolf hasn’t been much help. She just slapped him and told him that this was how it had to be, that he didn’t even know the old guy or his daughter and that he had best get over it.  

Anyway, I think I’m going to try to make some Xmas decorations. Maybe that will help. I don’t know. I gotta fucking try something, I guess

Posting with my own account now bitches!

Hey, my frosty little fucksicles

It’s your favorite hateful misanthrope here to give you all a little update since I’m sure you’re all just dying to know

Hart is still alive, tho messed up. We’ve started sparring with him to get him ready for the initiation that the Wolf has planned. Deer boy is decent but not a match for either of us.

That pussy is going to have to change his fucking attitude if he wants to keep living. Every now and then he’d say he didn’t want to kill anyone and how he was just a tracker and the Wolf answered him by beating the shit out of him.

Stupid fuck. He’s with the wrong crowd if he wanted to avoid killing. Besides, if we go easy on him now what will he do if he ever gets stuck in a situation where it’s kill or be killed? I think it’s better if he’s ready to get his hands dirty.

As for the Wolf, she’s the same as she was the last time you heard from me. All she talks about is serving the Tailor. I‘m still trying to find a way to bring her back and I won’t give up. I know that she’s still in there somewhere. Aside from the hidden coded pieces in her posts, she wouldn’t have been able to make the joke that is Hart’s name if she wasn’t. My purpose is to serve her. I won’t let her down. 

Newcomer

New face emerged from the dead end path today. A man appeared with a bag slung over his shoulder and started walking towards the cabin. We grabbed our weapons, but Father’s 82 105 116 116 101 114 39 115 presence and his song told me that this was no threat.

Went out to greet him, still taking a knife along, just in case

“Hello!” I called out

He flinched, as if shocked by my voice

“Uh, h-hi” He stammered back “I’m supposed to check in with whoever’s in charge here”

“Well you found her” Fell said, gesturing to me “So what the fuck do you want?”

“….The Slender Man told me I have to stay here t-to work for you”

At this, Fell began to laugh. He frowned in confusion  

“I see,” I said “I am KnitWolf, what do you call yourself?”

“Actaeon”

 “Ah, the great hunter… So, brother how many people have you killed?”

“Wha- I- None! I just track them. I don’t kill”

“I see. We’ll have to fix that.”

“But…”

“Also, while you are under my command, you will not be called Acteon, Your name is now Hart”

“But…”

“Fell, go get Hart set up in the cabin”

She grabbed his arm and led him inside.

Father 82 105 116 116 101 114 13 10, I will see to it that he carries out your will