Sunday, 31 July 2011

I somehow am in Orlando Florida. I have one thing to say about that. The fuck? I had a little bit of money, so I bought a burger and tried to work out where I'm going to go. I'm planning on heading west, but I have to do it all at night, during the day I'm just too tired to function.

I also had a look at the revolver, it's apparently a .357 Colt Python. I got that from the fact it said "Python .357" on the barrel, a horse above the... Shit, what do you call that handle thing? I also have 22 bullets, I used two to shoot chav boy. It's a beast of a gun, feels heavy, but not too difficult to stash in a waistband. I don't like guns, but it's better than getting shot at and not being able to fight back.

I've not blacked out at all since last time. Nor have I killed any people. Hakurei is right, it is a choice, but it's difficult. Before this happened, every so often, I'd have this... This itch. I'd look at someone and just suddenly think of them dead. But since seeing Keith... It's gotten bigger, more difficult to control. After that family died... The itch was gone, scratched.

Last night I saw a cat... Just in the street. They called her Nancy, at least that was on the collar's tag. She must have belonged to a family in the area, because she was sociable enough. So I petted her for a little while, I sat down crosslegged on the sidewalk and she ended up on my lap, purring contentedly.

I then took a hold of her neck and just twisted. I could feel it's vertebrae just crack and break and snap and it felt oh so good and I HATE IT. Every sinew of my body just wants to destroy something, to break something, but I don't want to do it.

I've been scratching at my forefinger with my thumbnail to the point it's bloody, it's been helping a little bit, the pain focuses me. I laid the cat out in the road, hopefully the family would just think she got hit by a car. Talking of cars, I need to steal one, I need to see you Lucas, one last time before I kill again.

At what point does a man become a monster?


Friday, 29 July 2011

My first day.

I heard stories of proxies being in that intense pain when they are changed. Like they are losing their souls. But I don't believe in souls, do I? Souls, spirits, magic... It can all be explained through the scientific method. Can't it?

But I'm still me. I've not become this monster that Wolf is, even though that's what I'm supposed to be.

Slenderman brought me to a place, I don't know where, it felt like we'd only walked for minutes together but we went so far away. I was in a room. Two chairs and a table, like back when I was being interviewed by police.

I looked around and he was gone.

There was a guy in front of me, sat on the chair opposite he reminded me of a chav. Gold chain, baseball cap, a red nike tracksuit and a gotee. He looked like what I could have been if I didn't get out of the estates. I had to stifle a laugh when he spoke, I swear, think of Ali G when he speaks. ( ).

"So you iz da new wolf mate? Did ya see da dad?"
"You mean Slendy?"
"Yea man. Big up to da Gman. Yous need ya toolz to be in iz service innit?"

He put some things on the desk. A switchblade, a revolver and a wolf mask, identical to what Wolf had before. I took the gun, loaded it and shot the guy. The bang in such a closed room, deafened me for a moment. I didn't think, it just felt like I should. That, and I had to run, I had to get back to Lucas. I touched the door and just felt this pain, like my head was going to explode.

When I woke up, I was on the floor in the bedroom of a house, everyone was dead and bloody. A family. I... I feel different now. I can't run anymore Lucas. I don't have a choice in the matter. I don't even know where I am.

I'm going to stay here for a little while, work out my location, and do what I have to if I want to ever see you again.

Torch the place.

I'm not going to apologise for what I've done, there's no point to that.

Good bye for now Lucas.


Thursday, 28 July 2011

Lucas here.

Hi. I'm writing this from a library computer, Joel took the phone.

It was my shift to be awake and I- I think he wrenched me.

One moment Joel was in bed, the next, he seemed in pain, and the next moment he was up and my head started bleeding. When I came to my senses he was gone. Out of the door. He must have sent that blog post just before he decided that coshing me was a good idea.

Then I

Then I stumbled to the window and saw Him.

Everything was in slow motion.

Joel walkedto ward him outside in bare feet, He had his arms outstretched... Those fucking arms, too long for his body. I think I hammered on the window, he looked up. Watching me watching Joel as he reached him and

They walked away together.

Sorry... It's difficult to type right now.

He He left a note for me. Two words. "New Jersey." Along with a single bus ticket. It looks like he was expecting this to happen for a while...

Joel, where are you? Please get back to me. Please... You have the phone with you, so get back to me. Tell me you're alright... Ok?

I'm trying to be brave like you said. I'm trying.


Just keep swimming, just keep swimming

I just woke up from a dream, I can't remember the details, but I remember I was dreaming and it wasn't bad. So TAKE THAT SLENDERFUCKER!

We've stayed in New York far too long. I've been seeing him up close for a couple of days. I just don't get it.

Get what? I'll tell you when I can put it into words myself.

So today we're heading south for the winter toward New Jersey, why exactly we are heading there, I'm not sure, but it is moving, which is what we need to do really.

Lucas is apparently looking into an offer we had earlier for a place to stay, whilst I'm arranging transport. If all goes sjeifooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo


I love you.

Remember the good timesaccept the bad. Remember that.

I'm so so sorry. Be brave. Please...

My turn.

Monday, 25 July 2011

At the third chime, the time will be...

Time to tell you all about what I told Joel a couple of days ago.

There have been two things that happened that have put me in this mess I am right now really. The first one was... Well... What I said in the last post. The second one was something that happened at the wedding.

There were proxies, and explosions, and so much chaos. I tried helping people treat wounds, but that proved not so helpful considering I didn't have anything on me, and there were only really cuts and scrapes to deal with. It was then that I heard the whole commotion coming from the hall.

I saw August, Spence, and Elaine getting into a brawl and, it was stupid, but I kind of wanted to prove to myself that I was tired of being this damsel for Joel to rescue. I had a knife, one of them ran at me with a knife of their own and I stabbed them. I heard the knife clatter to the floor and everything just slowed. It was his voice as he cried out from behind the mask. He was younger than me.

I mean, I know that I'm not exactly the youngest guy to see Slendy, but I stabbed him in the gut, a kid, a scared kid. I could feel blood on my hands, I still do when I think about it. I just held him, laying him down on his back and pulling the mask off. He couldn't have been older than sixteen and I murdered him. When I saw his face, he just looked at me. Like I was stupid for rejecting their "Father's Love."

Then he stopped breathing.

That was the first time I'd taken a life. Ever. And it was a kid.

I don't even know his name.

I don't know what scares me more. That I killed someone. Or that I can't get five words out of my head.

"One down, more to go."


Sunday, 24 July 2011

Watching the sunrise.

Cam's dead.

I don't know what to say. Joel woke me up about three hours ago and told me that. And I can't quite believe it. The first thing I was was angry, I just threw myself at Joel, letting him get his arms around me as I just hit at his chest. Crying. We were both crying. I just wanted to go there and kill Prosper.

Cam was one of the nicest guys I've met since this shit went down. He was caring, and mothering and didn't care what people thought and now he's dead.

I think it was a mutual decision to break into that other half of the vodka we'd bought. But Joel convinced us that we needed a walk. We walked for two hours, toward the edge of town. We found a building that looked abandoned and made our way (see: broke) in.

The both of us made our way to the roof, sat on the edge, maybe four or five stories up and just drank. It was still dark, the sun started to rise and we just watched it, talked, and drank.

Joel started the conversation really. "Remember that apple pie?"
I looked confused really, and just leaned into him. "What?"
"The first day we arrived here, we met Elaine and Cam, and Cam decided that it would be a good way of introducing us to America by showing us the cuisine. Burgers, Fries, and hot apple pie that he'd baked just for us." He put an arm around me and I just leaned into him.
"What about when we were learning from Elaine, he'd drag the three of us away because we were being too serious business and make us watch shitty TV."
"Or the bachelor party. God I hated the fact you made me cross dress for it."
I actually laughed. "What? Cam was the one who chose that."
We were silent for a little while.
It was around that time we realised that we had finished the bottle and Joel picked it up.

Joel kissed me and said one thing. "Remember the good times, accept the bad times. Don't ever lose hope that things can be better. To Cam. The kindest motherfucker I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." He dropped it off the building. I heard the shattering of glass down below and just held him, watching the sun come up.

We're still on the roof right now, listening to music, Joel's got one earbud and I have the other. I don't feel like going anywhere. I just need to be able to feel the sun on my face.

Elaine keep yourself safe, you had better not die on us either.

So don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe,
Your whole life is here
No eleventh hour reprieve
So don't forget to breathe

Keep your head above water
But don't forget to breathe


Saturday, 23 July 2011

Lucas broke down today.

The past while, since the wedding, he's been out of it, just generally quiet and distant. I've been having to wake him up because of nightmares. I tried to ask him about it but yeah, he was reluctant.

Then today, was woken up with him crying on the bed. Being my usual cruel and heartless self, I wrapped my arms around him, asking him what was up, and he told me.

I'm not going to say it right now. It's up to him to say if he wants to. I didn't expect it, but now I know, it makes sense as to how he's been acting before.

He's asleep right now, I don't want to wake him up. I just want to take him away from this so badly, from everything. I just want hide in a slender proof house and keep him safe. I never wanted this life for him. I know I sound horrible saying this, but I want both of us to forget everything, and I wish it could work. It happened with Vivi and Chester.

Maybe we're next...
I wish it could be true.I really do.

Friday, 22 July 2011

Weddingicus inturruptus (Totally legitimate latin.)

God I'm still so tired right now, I slept for ten hours last night and still I just want to go to bed.

The reason we are in New York is because we received an invitation a couple of weeks ago from Cam to his wedding. Which is fine. However he had also invited a load of other bloggers as well. Of course, security was tight, but apparently Morningstar was there. (Yes the batshit insane one who people later identified as the creepy  bellhop with the fake German accent who was taking our invitations.)

Regardless to say, around the time of the ceremony, everything was great... It was after they had kissed. (And my god that made me want to get married right there. They are so sweet together.)

To be honest, after that, everything went wrong. From what I heard from Lucas and a couple of others, TwinkleToes poisoned the food (And the cake) to make any of us who ate it VERY sick. And he also rigged the chairs to explode. It's from that where I fell and hit my head. Lucas did a quick check for any injury and I seemed okay and just out of it.

Lucas went around helping others, playing doctor from what I know, but we didn't have a first aid kit with us so what he could do was limited.

But then something happened. These yanks showed the kind of stubbornness in the face of adversity I expected in England. (And good on them to be fair.) Pretty much everyone, after the whole attack, stood up, dusted themselves off, and continued with the reception.

Lucas and I danced, despite my head.

Thanks guys for that, all of you, despite everything, you made the wedding a great day. And when I'm in old age, I'll remember that day fondly.

Since the wedding, Lucas has been quiet. He's keeping the kilt knife with him and when I came back with food, I caught him reading the Gideon's Bible we got in our room. I asked him what was up and he said something.

"If we have a wedding. Remind me to never invite anyone who's being followed too."


Thursday, 21 July 2011

Help me! Lucas has turned into a monster!!!!111

Ow... That punch was undeserved Lucas.

First of all, I just want to apologise for the quality of this post, I'll explain why it's all haphazard later.

Secondly: I just wanted to apologise really. Since Keith... Well... yeah... I've not been right and I'm sorry.  And that's all I'm going to say about that.

In response to that, I've gotten my head sorted and started taking things seriously. Strangely enough, my totem is a 10p coin that I won doing one of those coin pushing machines in blackpool. It's not special, but it's from when I was maybe five or six and It's been with me throughout my life. I know. It sounds dumb but it's special to me.

Anyway, yesterday we met up with Nick, Elaine, Cam and Jake for coffee, strangely enough it was nice. Elaine and Nick are such a cute couple... Well... All four of them are.

The reason that this post is a little... Off colour. Is because we both went on an alcohol fueled adventure with Cam and a couple of others last night. Enough said. In another note: Lucas can pull of a kilt quite well. Heh, it even gives him an excuse to be armed with a Sgian Dubh. (Kilt knife.)

Oops. We need to get going soonish.

Ta ta for now.


Monday, 18 July 2011

I was about to make an angry post.

I was going to be all angry and upset about everything with Joel being all confused and depressed, but then I read this and now I feel differently.

Even though I get angry at Joel more than occasionally because he keeps secrets that I should know about.
Even though he doesn't seem to be taking anything seriously in regards to totems.
Even though sometimes he posts without me knowing anything about what's going on until I read it.

I love him.

Joel needs to understand one simple thing. No one can take his mind back but him. It took me a while, but I was far more gone than he is now and I'm reasonable. I still suffer now and then but it's nowhere like how I was before.

We're in NYC right now. Once again, Joel seemed lucid enough to get us a couple of beds in the hostel, but he was fast asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Leaving me with his phone and this amount of time.

I'll give him an hour longer, then I'm going to wake him up. After that, and I never thought I'd say this, I'm letting the inner bitch take over. I've let him walk all over me and if I complain, expect me to fall for that cute little smile for too long. It's about time I make sure he knows exactly who I am and exactly what I need from him so that both of us can keep alive and safe.

I'm sorry if this sounds overly mean, but it's true. I'm tired of him keeping secrets. I'm tired of feeling he doesn't trust me or think I'm assertive enough to exist without him. And right now, I've not slept in 36 hours and I'm probably not going to sleep for another twelve at least, so I'm simply tired.

That's about it really. Ta Ta for now bloggers. Oh and if you hear Joel complaining that I've suddenly turned into a psycho bitch overnight, point him to this post.


Sunday, 17 July 2011

Just a few thoughts.

It's been running through my head... Keith became the wolf. I don't understand. But it's all I can honestly focus on. I need to understand why.

It was September last year when I first met the guy. I was walking in the local woods near my house when I heard a shout. Of course I decided to go and investigate deeper into the woods, but it wasn't too long until this albino guy, about my age, ploughed into me, both of us tumbling to the ground with him hitting his head on a root. I just came to my senses when I saw The Big Bad Wolf for the first time. He looked like another kid in a mask. He saw me there, with him and just ran off.

So I did the sane thing and took him to the hospital. Whilst he was there, he woke up and we got talking... That's where I learned about him. His name was Keith, he'd been running for two weeks at the time. At the time, it was pretty unusual, he was a student studying English. But one of his textbooks, which he'd rented from the University, was covered in Operator Symbols, drawings of a tall, thin gentleman with no face. One of the pictures had the words beneath it. "Slenderman."

Soon after he found himself being stalked, a guy in a wolf mask at first, and then, just occasionally he'd see a shape, in the corner of his room, just as he was about to sleep. A tall thin faceless man. Eventually it got too bad and he ran. Apparently I had managed to rescue him from getting killed, or at least kidnapped, by Wolf.

He kept on saying. "It's my turn." Over and over and over again.

As soon as he could stand, he was out of the door. I didn't stop him. The thing was, I didn't believe him and then the same thing began to happen to me a few months later.

It was only a little later when I found that Keith was caught by Wolf. I thought he was dead, but now I know he wasn't...

I can't get around the idea, that maybe, just maybe, that Wolf was not a single person but, for want of a better term, a title passed from one runner turned proxy to the next. And as much as I'm sure I'm never going to leave Lucas' side. Also I can't get around the idea that maybe, just maybe, it is my turn.

And that fucking terrifies me.


Saturday, 16 July 2011

Don't know how, don't know why, but I am.

Birds flyin' high,
you know how I feel.

Sun in the sky,
you know how I feel.

Breeze drifting on by,
you know how I feel.

It's a new dawn.

It's a new day.

It's a new life.

For me.

And I'm feeling


We're heading west, finally out of Tacoma. We got an invite to a wedding, I can't give you a location until after it happens, but it's going to be awesome!

And everyone who comments on this, tell Joel to stop being a wuss. We'll be fine.


Friday, 15 July 2011

I'm never going to drink again.

I woke up this morning with the hangover from hell so if there are any spelling mistakes I'm probably not going to notice them. Joel's the one to blame for this, he's the one who wanted to get drunk, but we were too tired the day before yesterday to do anything so we just slept. But last night. Yeah.  I feel like I need a couple of pints of blood to add to my alcohol stream right now. Neither of us can exactly take our booze, so there's still a quarter of a bottle looking inviting... I'm going to keep that for the first aid kit I think.

Joel's still passed out, so first things first, I'm going to go out and get Joel and I coffee. Then I'm going to kick him awake if he stops looking so cute whilst he's like this. Then we are going to drink it, and discuss where we go next, and what happened last night. But the latter is none of your business so we'll move on.

Simply put, since Slendy came here, I've not felt safe, the fog has been hitting Joel like a punch in the face... I'm trying to keep some focus going, but it's difficult. I keep finding myself holding the St Christopher I chose as my Totem, like Elaine taught me and I feel better. It gives me a reason for this... This life I guess.

I can't believe it's been almost two months since it happened. Since I lost my family. We've been so busy it took a god damn hangover for me to remember them. I'm not sad about it, the time for mourning them has gone. I just get a reason to fight from the St Chris, I do not want to lose anyone else I love.

Even if Joel is struggling with his head, I should be pretty clear. Now to get that coffee.

~That weirdo named Lucas

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Guess who found us.

Joel was blogging, I was writing in my diary, I keep one as well as a blog. It helps me keep track of my mind when we don't have internet access. Plus Joel reads it so if I do anything too hallowed he can drag me back into the land of the crazy. Wolf practically broke down the door as he came in, I don't know what happened really. He had a gun, we couldn't fight him without one of us getting shot, ending up in hospital, and I'm not willing to be the one holding my lifeless boyfriend's hand whilst slendy draws ever closer. I don't think I could deal with that again.

Well yeah. I don't know what happened. It was like when he had us, he didn't know what to do. We were both sat down on a bed, he was on the other side of the room, pointing the gun and then nothing. I swear I thought he was going to kill us. But no...

We were like that for about thirty minutes when he spoke. "You on your knees." He was pointing the gun at me, and I did a double take, not quite sure. But he walked up to me, dragged me into the centre of the room. I-My face I

Sorry. Lucas just asked me to finish the blog post, the day has been long and scary and I fully understand that... I dunno... I'll finish it now.

 He pointed the gun at me, placing a carving knife at the side of Lucas' neck. "Go on. Say it." He spoke through the mask. "Tell him it's gonna be okay. Tell him."

I had a gun aimed at me, but I tried to keep calm, make sure that I took my time before doing what he said.

And then he moved the blade up and cut along his face, into his cheek. Just like Lucas did to Wolf last time we met.

God that laugh... The fucker was enjoying it.

I rushed toward Lucas and wolf stepped back. I had truly lost it then, I was just seeing red. I was too busy making sure my boyfriend was alright. I looked at him, wolf took off his mask. I don't get what I saw, it was a different guy than the Wolf who attacked Elaine. This guy was albino, had a definite London accent. That was Keith, the guy I rescued, the guy who introduced me to all this!

He looked spooked, looking over my shoulder and turning to run out of the room. But tendril's caught him, dragging him back, screaming over our heads. We saw him torn apart before our eyes, it was like an explosion of blood and gore, covering us both...

By now, the protective anger I felt before had been replaced with blind fear. I pulled Lucas toward the door, groping for the handle. But the door was locked... I slumped down to the door, squeezing Lucas' hand. The last thing I remember was Lucas telling me he loved me, and me saying it back as tendrils shot toward us.

I woke up later, still against the door with no blood anywhere from Keith...


Blowing up.

 My head is burning. My focus is shot. I get why Lucas calls it "Fog."

It took me five or six hours to get this written up, normally with a post this long, it took maybe twenty minutes to half an hour... I can't focus on it.

We're alive... That's about all I know for certain... But two wolves? Or was the one of them pretending? And Keith... I thought he was dead... Wolf said he was dead... Or he was wolf. Or- FUCK

One of us like this, fine, but two. I'm not sure what we're gonna do.

Get Mad. Get Angry. Get Fucking Pissed. Get drunk. I fancy that right now... We need to get out and do something. At least getting drunk would have us outside in the fresh air as far as going to a store and getting some chocolate and cheep vodka is concerned. Both of our sanities have taken hits the past couple of days. I think that would help, and if not. Then the Chocolate should increase our serotonin levels. And if that doesn't help. Well. Alcohol and company will, definitely.

I'll discuss things later once we've showered and gotten back. Bye for now. Sorry for vanishing so suddenly.


Tuesday, 12 July 2011


I don't know why, I don't know how, but I don't like it here. Lucas got to see his little bridge, that's actually quite big, and there are two of them, and surrounded in trees. I don't know why I got so freaked out, but I've read other blogs that say Slendy has an affinity to them and I spent about an hour with Lucas just saying to myself:
"Don't look in the trees. Don't look in the trees. Don't look in the trees..."

I don't get it really. I mean, are we running or are we on fucking vacat

Sunday, 10 July 2011

Heading along route 5

As much as The Castro feels like home, we're heading out once more. We keep seeing Tall, Dark and Faceless around here. So we've managed to get tickets north, heading towards Washington. Not DC. That would be silly. It's odd, why would a country have two Washingtons? It must get really confusing in conversation. I'm certain people have gotten tickets to Washington and then realised they went to the state instead of the city.

We're probably going to head to either Tacoma or Seattle. Apparently Seattle is a nice city, big though... And it's become apparent that large amounts of people does not equal safety from the Bogeyman. Which is kind of why Lucas wanted to go to Tacoma instead, that and he had a vested interest in the Tacoma Narrows Bridge... Apparently, he studied it in his physics lessons, something about resonant frequencies?

Meh, Lucas is the smart one with that, I could never wrap my head around that stuff. I was always the biologist, give me something to cut up and I'm a happy camper. Which brings me onto this: Scientifically, The Slenderman (Damn that was difficult to write but it felt like it needed saying in full.) fascinates me. Like, if we figured out how he  manipulates his body like he does. Then it could do so much good in the world, it would change the face of bioengineering. Honestly, if I was alone and being stalked, I probably would risk my life to discover that. But I'm not, and I am greedy, and I can't bear to see him hurt.

And for Elaine: As far as we know we've not had any more incidences that Lucas described, we've been sleeping in shifts and as far as I know we've done nothing out of the ordinary. It's possible it was an isolated incident. Plus we've not seen Him in about 12 hours now. He's just there, watching us every so often and then we look again, it's gone... It's odd because he's not hurting us, of course, we still get the paralysing fear, but at the same time... I think he's become less threatening to us. Which is a little bit weird.

That would be kind of ironic, we both go. "HEY SLENDY ISN'T BAD AFTERALL!" and then we're never heard from again.

Anyway, bye for now.


Friday, 8 July 2011

San Francisco!

It's odd. Never before have I felt so... I dunno, free to be myself. Everyone is different here, and well, we found ourselves in The Castro. Essentially in San Francisco's gay district yesterday, finding ourselves some lodgings pretty nearby. I don't know how Joel does it, he seems to get these hostel places for us for next to nothing... My theory is that he's the ultimate haggler. We're still counting cents, perhaps he's just good. Gah! It's times like these that I wish I had a camera with me.

This part of town is spectacular, it really is, I've never been to a pride parade before, so I've never seen ONE rainbow flag, let alone fifteen, just hanging outside of bars or even over the street, and it isn't even pride! In the UK, we're supposed to be accepting, and we are to a degree but I know for certain that it's dangerous for a couple of guys to even hug in some parts. We're very isolated. Probably because our culture is that everyone keeps themselves to themselves. "None of our business" happens a lot where we lived. That's what I've seen as different in the US, people are far more binary and far more loud about their opinions.

It's really really sad that we're going to have to leave soon. I'd have loved to stay here longer. I felt so at home. The manhunt for Wolf continues and so we're still in danger. The police don't know where he is...

We're keeping moving, heading east. We've both been seeing things, it's difficult to focus. I remember getting a blinding headache last night and then I woke up just now due to Joel shaking me. He looked really tired, bags under his eyes and I felt the same way, like I'd been doing stuff all night but didn't know what.

Now I have to add Slendy induced sleepwalking to my repertoire of creepy things that are happening to me, along with lost time, minor mental break downs and fog. Huzzah... We've decided to start sleeping shifts again, we kind of were lax about that at Elaine's house. A combination of jet lag and laziness got to us both.

I hope everyone else is, to some degree, alright.

Bye for now, I'll post again when I can.

Oh, and Cam, your cookies are awesome. <3


Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Leaving "home."

We left Texas last night, Cam and Elaine dropped us off at the bus station and we kind of had a bittersweet goodbye. I miss being like this We hugged and said our goodbyes before we climbed onto the bus. Then we sat near the back, waved, blew kisses and the likes before we started to drive away. I don't know if we'll ever see them again, I hope we do, they're fantastic guys, but at the same time. What is the average time for a runner to survive once they've been running? (Not counting M, he's like superman!)

As far as I've seen, not too long. Eventually someone catches up with you and then TDF comes along and breaks your bones, one at a time before disembowling you, hanging you by your intestines and then impaling you on a tree. To be honest, I don't have much to live for other than Joel.

Joel told me to say the same thing about me, but he's probably lying or

He hit me this time. I suppose he needs revenge from me hitting him at the airport, plus I kinda love him, so I'll let that slide. :p

Oh yes. Joel just reminded me to explain why you can no longer post without an account to post from. If you've been reading the comments for the past few posts, then you'll have noticed that people have been trolling our blog anonymously. And simply, I lack the effort to care any more about replying to them. We lack the effort to care about replying to them.

So. If you've got something to say, say it, but be aware that it won't be anonymous any more.

Also Elaine, as far as I know, the techniques you taught us seem to be working. Joel says he's seen TDF once during the journey, one the side of the highway and so it was only a glimpse, I felt a little bit of fog, but it was only after he told me that knew I'd felt it a few seconds earlier.

Moving swiftly on from that, if you're currently in or around California, feel free to give us a comment or an email and we'll get back to you. We probably won't meet up, but we're keeping our options open right now. If you need assistance then we'll try and get there.

And so we vanish into the mid day sun. Apparently we're nearly there.



Monday, 4 July 2011

A place in the middle of anywhere.

We're leaving Elaine and Cam tomorrow, they're good people and as long as Wolf's on the loose, it's not safe for them. And now Elaine got out of the hospital yesterday, we don't have to leave Cam alone. She's alright, still trying to get her head right, as you do and from what I can tell, her determination that she's ok is amiable. She'll probably be better in a couple of days as long as she actually, you know, does what the docs told her to do and get some bed rest.

We both knew that we'd have to find somewhere else eventually, we've been discussing it since we made it here. Now we've got greyhound tickets, heading north west, toward San Francisco. Earlier, the two of us went outside (for once) and ended up in a cafe/coffeeshop type thing. We sat down and an elder gentleman walked upto me and asked if we're homosezuals. Our reply of "none of your business" earned us a speech telling us that we're on a one way trip to hell. 

No shit. Seriously? Lucas had to literally drag me away before I told him all about what we'd been through. But yeah, we don't want to infect more people, especially not out of anger. It was hypocritical of me after our shouting match.

Yes, Lucas and I have had another argument, and a pretty bad one at that. Long story short, Lucas is angry that we didn't let him kill wolf, regardless of the legal implications of murder, I'm trying to get him to calm down and let the police deal with it.

We both didn't talk to each other for a couple of hours and then Lucas practically dived onto my lap. (A piece of advice, don't do that to your boyfriend unless you know he's got literal balls of steel.) Then, whilst I was writhing in pain, told me that I was right and we should only deal with him in self defence, he killed a cop, in Texas, in broad daylight meaning it's pretty much guaranteed to be executed. He also agreed to stop trolling proxies like Ferus, if he's anything more than all bark, then we don't need him gunning for us too. 

Kat has been kidnapped, just like "A Friend" said she was going to be, we failed the first game, she got hurt. The second should have already been completed, we replied, and we're taking a lack of a post as a good thing, it means the friend  isn't using the computer to tell us all about how much she's in pain, probably meaning she isn't in such pain.

So yes, apart from that we've been alright. 

Keep safe and keep moving guys. And a general warning, if you find a guy in a wolf mask, get the police.


Saturday, 2 July 2011

I should have gutted the fucker when I had the chance.

"Police are hunting for a male due to an incident that occurred at approximately 2:30 thursday afternoon, one Officer was killed, the other injured and in a critical state as they were taking the man to the local station pending interview. The suspect is presumed to be armed and dangerous and no attempt should be made to arrest him." An article I found from a man who was reading the paper at a café. I asked him if I could have that page and he was ok with that.

The police went to interview us again, asking where we were and what happened and the likes.

I'm just glad they got CCTV of him and hopefully he'll be caught again before he gets to us. If he does. Then I can't hold myself responsible for what happens. It's always going to be us or them, I learned that already... I'm angry... As soon as Elaine's up and about, we're gonna go. It's not safe having so many of us around in one place. Joel and I have been planning where we're going next.

I hate this. I don't think he'd class as human any more, he's just a freak with a mask, a knife, and like minded friends who will kill us if we don't kill him first. So you know what, this fucker needs to die.


Edit: Oh and by the way, the commenter to my last post who decided to try his or her hand at poetry, needs to understand that you only need to tap the enter key. It would probably be pretty if it wasn't so nonsensical, or I wasn't so angry right now.