Wednesday, 31 August 2011

The circle of life.

Always busy.

I am leaving you alone for a little while.

I saw you, 
five minutes ago, 
you were outside with your Katana,
practicing as always

Gotta run.
Things to do.
Kittens to eat.
Fingers to take.

When I get back I should have something special for you this time.

The Big, Bad, Wolf.

Monday, 29 August 2011

What are your asks and I shall give you your answers

Tell me.
What would you like to know?
I'm sure Lucas would love to ask me things.
So I suppose you should be able to as well. 

You have one week, 
and I shall answer.
maybe my lover will reply too.

You never know.

The Big Bad Wolf

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Here's a story of three little piggies.

Three little piggies lived together, in three little houses.

In the first one, it was made of straw.

I huffed.

I puffed.

And I blew their house down, took their finger and then, as they screamed I put a bullet in their head.

19 bullets left.

The second one had build his house of sticks!

I huffed.

I puffed.

And I blew their house down, took their finger, and then slit their throat, giggling as blood splattered the walls...

The last one, they'd built their house out of brick...

I huffed.
I puffed.

I couldn't blow it down, so I got Hurricane Irene to do it for me.

I jammed a knife into his eye socket. I don't think he felt much as I took his finger away.

His family, however are going to remember that...

I'm sorry Lucas, I tried, but... It's so difficult to resist.

Every time, it gets more difficult...
Yours until Master has no more use to me.

The Big Bad Wolf

Thursday, 25 August 2011

You said Joely
has to choose by himself.

You were wrong...
Joel's gone Lukey.
I don't know what I 
am anymore.

I just kill.
And kill.
And kill.
and kill.

It's like,
this tearing.
I love my Master
with everything.

But Joel loved you.
I can't ignore it.

I'm not the Big Bad Wolf.
He is a monster.
And animal who cares only for killing.
But I'm not Joel...
I am not the same person as
the one 
who left you.

I'm both.

All I want to do
is kill the Original now.
Make him suffer.
But I must still serve.
But I can't.
But I

What am I?

Lucas... What am I?

Wednesday, 24 August 2011

You guys are such good distractions... You know?

I guess I kind of am to blame for this one. When I mentioned that Cam's Bachelor party was crossdressed, Lullaby decided it would be a good idea to get me back in drag. Then she made up everyone, even Mystery! Oh, apart from Shady... And Mr Sunshine as far as I can tell. Not that I've actually seen him since arriving here.

First things first. NO, you can't have pictures. Such overwhelming sexiness would break any camera we try. And NO, pictures do not exist of me online like that...

As far as I remember... I'm still a little foggy about that night.

*ahem* Remember that dress I got Joel to wear? Well that's what you missed. <3

Anyway... Yes. That's all I had to say about that.


Outside of being dragged up, well, I've been having an email conversation with Spencer.

He... He told me a story, it mentioned The Collector and the group from 23 Seconds...

Of course it's just a story, but it gave me an understanding I needed to hear.

It was about a young man who was smarter than the rest, named Harper Salisberg. He discovered our mutual enemy, saw the risks and did what he had to do. 
He ran.  
He ran before anyone else did. Until he met a man. A Man who performed Miracles. He worked for the man,  a courier, and he mastered everything that was laid in front of him. Including the Path. The house. Anything... He was, in Spence's words, perfect. 
But the Man who made Miracles and Mr. Salisberg... Well. They were both fooled. There were other groups, other people, who were watching... 
They ambushed them and the Man who made Miracles, and the others who worked for him. They left him to die. They took him and something deep inside him, that darkness, letting it grow. 
There was The Collector, a few years ago, he was a lunatic, a psychopathic murderer with no respect for human life. But he died. They needed a new one, and they chose him. 
I don't know what they did to him, and nor does Spence, but it changed him. Made him inhuman. And there was nothing the Man who made Miracles could do. 
Because The Collector needed to want to be saved...

Of course, this is a story, I don't know how true any of this is. Hell, I still have trouble believing in magic. 

But if I could treat this as a mental illness, even if it's paranormal. Then I can't fight it for him, Joel needs to want it. I can't force it upon him... 

Well. That's it right now.



Monday, 22 August 2011

I opened the envelope.

This is what I found.

This makes a vague amount of sense, if what Wolf posted was true, Slender touched his neck and now he's infected, just like a virus.

I'm turning Anonymous posting back on, if any of you have anything to say, just post it. Anything I've missed...

Maybe... Maybe Joel can fight this... I'll help him as much as I can.

I've racked my brain all night and now need a couple of hours of sleep.

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Vivid hallucinations and then potential amnesia of the hours preceding.

Yup. I've been dreaming again. Now... There are four reasons I've been having this same dream. 1: I'm not drinking enough alcohol. (I'm kind of proud actually, I haven't touched a drop since I've arrived at Haven.)  2: I'm not sleeping as well as I could be. (Woke up at 3 AM today.) 3: I could be going stir crazy with all of this standing still. This is the first time I've actually, you know, stayed in one place and felt safe. Or 4: It could be like the dreams I had before, back in the UK, the one where I was running through the forest. The ones that kind of happened.

I had one image from it that's stuck in my head. It's times like this that I wish I could draw. Just imagine a big pile of rotting corpses in a warehouse, their skin is flaking and sagging, browning, flies are everywhere. The stink is so rank I could taste it. Each and every one of them is a friend, a loved one. And I'm standing (barely) on top of them, battered, bruised, bleeding, and with that thousand yard stare. Like I'm the last survivor of a World War One era charge...

Then it jumps to a little later in life during the dream. I meet someone else, but it doesn't feel the same, it's less raw than me and Joel were. I'm drifting, seeing Slendy but not caring. No one kills them, but I live this half life, left alone. I'd be one of those left behind.

And that fucking terrifies me.

More than this. More than dying. More than anything.

Then a little later in the morning, I had just been teaching Lullaby how to use the Katana,  my chest isn't great, but it's better than it was before. She'd decided that she couldn't continue and I was practising on my own. It was maybe half an hour later when I got distracted by some animal or other. Movement beyond the fence.

That's when I saw him. Wolf. On the other side. He was standing there, just watching me as I walked towards him... We were within a couple of feet of each other. Like someone visiting their lover in prison. I-we-it got to the point where I wasn't sure who was visiting who.

We just stood there, looking at each other for what felt like hours.
I was the first to speak.
"Wolf." He was quick to reply. It was my Joel behind the mask, I know that voice.
"How are you?"
"I'm good. I have more gifts for you Loverboy."
I just looked at him, stunned as he tossed over another zip lock bag. It landed next to me and I didn't look at it. I knew what was in there and I felt sick.
"Don't you understand Joel? This isn't how I want us to b-"
It's difficult to tell what his expression was like under the mask, but the fact he punched an electric fence gave me an idea of his state of mind. He yelped and fell back, clutching his hand to his chest.

I slumped to the floor, resting the sword on my lap, about a foot away from the fence. "The more you do this, the more of a monster it makes you-"
"And the more it makes you hate me. And the more it makes you want to put me down." He giggled, his arse still firmly planted on the floor. "Yes. I know that's what you want to do to me. But I've yet to see you try."
I pondered that for a moment and spoke again, taking a piece of paper out of my back pocket after standing again. "I have a letter from Cam you might want to read. Regardless as to if you're Joel or not." And so I posted the paper through the fence. He picked it up and read it.
"Cammy Cammy Cammy... You always were the idealist..." For a moment he seemed to be debating tearing it up, but he didn't. Instead he folded it up again and posted it through.

"So when we meet again... Will you try and kill me?" I don't know what, but something in his voice caught me off guard...
"When you were Joel I almost stabbed you for waking me up. Now you're not-"
"Joel's in here... Somewhere..." He spoke quietly. Guilt perhaps? "If he wasn't, I wouldn't-" He turned his back, tugging off the hoodie to reveal his head. His hair was messy, but that wasn't what I looked at.

The back of his neck was black and splotched, like something was growing under his skin, it looked almost alive, just writhing under his skin. "I wouldn't be serving two mast- It... It hurts Lukey."
"Joel?" I was stunned, standing up and moving to the fence, just staring as he turned around to face me again.
"Read the letter."
He looked at me for a moment and ran off into the undergrowth.

Lukey was his pet name for me. Joels pet name for me. I've not seen Wolf use it before. Is Joel still there?

I don't think I even realised I was crying, I just sat there, tears streaming down my face. Not too long later I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Lullaby. I don't know what, or how much she'd seen or heard, but she just said;

"Let's go inside."

Saturday, 20 August 2011

A letter from a dead man.

I have my backpack. I hadn't even checked on it since I ran off... I haven't unpacked really, I wanted to keep everything I own in a single place, call me paranoid, but it kept me alive back in New York when I had a proxy busting down my door.

I was checking on it, and I saw something odd when I unzipped it. A neatly folded piece of paper, just resting on top of all of my things.

I'll... I'll let you read it yourselves.

I'm sorry Cam. I'm so sorry. Things are different now... I wish I could fulfil what you wanted for Joel and I.

Spence, I presume you guys delivered it.

Thank you. You have no idea how much it means to me.


Friday, 19 August 2011




Once I burnt a man alive.



eight 9 ten

Then I let him go again.

Why did you let him go.

Because I bit his finger so.

Which finger, did you bite?

This little finger on my right...

Happy 19th, my love.

Not your birthday, but 19 kills, your age is 19, 19 gifts for you and Master, and best of all. It's the 19th today. 

The Big Bad Wolf

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Shady is back in black.

Yep. Our Shady Lady has returned to us. The house is fucking on something, I swear, everyone's so happy. It's interesting really, feeling that the family is back together again. There's this wholeness that's difficult to describe. Like, I feel I'm home. I was outside this morning at maybe 3 AM, knelt, bare footed, with Joel's stolen katana. I've been not touching anything in a mix of recovering and just general fear, that envelope is hanging over me like a noose.I don't even want to look at it.

I pulled my hoodie on first of all, it felt a little chilly at this time of night. Then I did a couple of stretches. I remember my first few days of Kendo, every time I practiced, I ended up with blisters on my hands and basically it'd take me a week to get my flexibility back. I held the saya (sheath) lightly in my left hand, then pressed it against my hip. My right hand gripped loosely on the handle as I drew the sword. Pulling it into that familiar stance, toes parallel, heels off the ground, right foot forward, point aimed at your invisible opponent's neck.

The first thing that struck me was the weight of the blade, considering in Kendo, the Bokken (The wooden sword.) or the shinai, (The bamboo one used for full contact.) are maybe half a kilogram, this felt far heavier. I brought the sword up, slowly, swinging it over my head and then back down, stopping it with my right hand just above where my opponents head would be, getting used to the weight and whispering "Men."

I did it again, faster this time, ignoring the fact my chest was starting to ache again, this time stopping the blade at the wrists of my opponent, who also had a sword. "Kote."

And again, only twisting the blade so it swung in a horizontal arc, stopping at the waist. "Do."

And finally, my fourth motion, not bringing it over my head this time, but lunging forward, aiming for the neck. "Tsuki." That one twinged something and I nearly dropped the sword.

I stopped there, sheathing it. My heart was pounding in my chest and I somehow managed to fall asleep on the grass. I need to heal before I try that again I think. And not just heal in being able to move around.

Today, it looks like I have a ghost to take care of in that envelope.


Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Looks like I met red riding hood...

What's going on 'ere then?

"Excuse me?"
I looked behind me to see a spoilt

"Do you know where my daddy is?"

Blonde hair, brown eyes,
wearing a red hoodie and a skirt.
Admittedly I did
a doubletake.

I may have even thought she was a
But she was not.
Instead she reminded me of someone...
Long ago.

I told her that the payment for that 
would be great
She said she didn't mind...
I took her finger, my pay.

And then Master came and took her by the hand.
The one.

Lucas, you say that you're going to put me down?
I would like to see you try.
I wonder, will your love for me, 
beat your loathing of what I've become?

The Big Bad Wolf

Monday, 15 August 2011

Lesson: Learned.

I'm sorry, about the whole running off thing... It was a massive mistake... I was stupid, I let this situation get the better of me, and I... Well I paid for it...

It wasn't Joel who I followed... It was Wolf... ... I can't explain it. A different Wolf...

If I had to give a guess. He was about the same height as the one who attacked Elaine... The escapee wolf.

I... I was so convinced... I let him close to me...

It was just pain. Not as bad as the torture when I lost my finger, but... It was bad... I... I heard shouting... Fighting...

It's all a blur. I feel so vague, I'm not trying to be. But I honestly don't remember much...

There was a moment when I was drifting in and out of consciousness and I could have sworn it was the other Wolf carrying me...

That would explain the severed fingers and the katana...

He knew I did kendo. Admittedly it's not quite the same as actual sword fighting, but it'd give me some kind of proficiency with it.

I... I don't know..

I'll look at the everything later...

I'm sick of this...

All of that shit happening at Return to Slender has me terrified.
The fact that Wolf is killing anyone who fucking reminds him of me, is down right disturbing, and all in all, making me bear the guilt for the both of us
And the power outage.
And nightmares again.
And everything else...

I'm walking about now, just a little bit because each time I stand up, it feels like I have to sit down again... I'm just restless. I can lie down for a few days, but eventually I have to do things...

I want to get training again really. Relearn with the Katana.

Because I know what I have to do now. My Joel is dead. I don't care anymore...


Sunday, 14 August 2011

Back to work.

Lucas is only injured
I ensured that.
His life is mine to defend
and even though my life belongs to Master,
defend it I shall.
I hope he enjoyed the presents I gave him.
The sword was the one I took from John Smith.
It calls itself "Battle Ready."
So I assume it can be used in combat without posing a danger.

And the fingers.

They were what my love is missing.
I want him to know he's not alone.
Even if he feels I've deserted him.
We all know how easily embarrassed 
he gets when you look at his finger. 

Lucas isn't strange
or unusual
or unnatural

I want him to know that there are
who are just like him.
Talking of being just like him, I met a woman,
quiet, bookish.
She was thirty something
she was sweet, worked in a library.

Green eyes and mousy brown hair,
pulled back into a ponytail.
Whenever she was thinking about something,
I noticed she would touch her glasses.

Anything to distract her from the Wolf
who also had an interest in Jane Eyre
and Master.

I think she was surprised 
when I pointed the revolver at her 
and led her to a bridge.

I then told her if she didn't bite her finger off,
I would push her.
To give her credit, she tried.
But I'd kind of gagged her.

The height broke her legs.
The gag muffled the scream.

I joined her at the bottom,
and put the barrel of the gun against her forehead.
I took her finger as payment for ending her life.

I shall have another gift for my love when I return.

The Big Bad Wolf

Friday, 12 August 2011

Lucas, you are an idiot.

A fucking dumb shit.

I gave you a direct instruction, 
and what do you do?

You ignore it.

If my friend has killed you
there will be


Thursday, 11 August 2011

I can't sleep like this...

I can't sit still enough to sleep, even now... I keep thinking about Joel. I'm trying so hard to love him, it hurts every time I see his posts... And then I think about the poor guy Joel killed... Trying to forgive him...

Sometimes I think I'd be right in putting him out of his misery. I don't take murder lightly, but I don't know if I'll be able to restrain him enough for Mystery to be of help.

So I stay in the garden, keeping myself busy until I can work out what the hell I'm doi

I... I thought I just saw someone in a wolf mask... God I must be going insane.

No... He's still there... Watching me as I type this...

It's Joel, it has to be my Joel.

He noticed me, shit. He's running.

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Good night gorgeous

Call me Wolf, or Big Bad. Joel isn't befitting of me any more.
Now a... Let's say friend, of mine is staying near where you are Lucas.
Like me, he is a hunter... Well I say hunter, I mean a kindred spirit.
Well I say kindred spirit, I mean friend.

Follow me?
If you see him, you do not give chase, understood?

I met a young man in a bar earlier,
twenty two years old 
but looks younger than that.
 He smelled a little like you.
Same quirks, 
he has that lopsided smile you have when I tell a joke.

He was haunted by the same ghost you are.
Losing those borrowed lives you call family.
And gaining a new one led by father.

He isn't the first to lose a finger.
I gave him a lovely little Chelsea smile to boot.
Of course it was a little longer on the right hand side,
I want him to have that lopsided grin on him for the rest of his life.

Then I stood him up,
wiped his tears, 
lied to him about how brave he was being,
how I didn't want to do this but Father makes me

I made his eyes smile because his lips couldn't,
let him know it was over soon
and sent him running towards the door.
I then shot him in the back.

21 bullets left.

Do you know why I do this?

It isn't because Master makes me,
he leaves me alone to choose prey it seems.

Apart from the particulars.

It isn't because I find it fun,
even though it is indeed pleasurable.

I do this because I adore you.
Almost as much as Master.
I want everyone to lose what you lost.

My love.

The Big Bad Wolf

Good morning Sleepyhead.

I hope you've been having a good time darling.
How is your cheek doing?
I hope it's healing alright.
Keith shouldn't have touched you like that.

He suffered for it.
Something about you Lucas.
I don't understand it yet...

If you'd like to know what happened to Joel,
He fought,
He killed one in cold blood,
drove my knife in to his gut and then I took control.

I tore at his organs with my teeth as they spilled out.
I can still taste his bile,
and blood,
and everything went into focus
as he fell into shock.

It was then that I saw him again.
Master. Father. Slenderman.
Whatever it is you wish to call him.
He touched the back of my neck.

I can still feel him
crawling under my skin.
It feels so new to me.
But so familiar.

Now I'm his pet,
his hunter,
his howling predator.

Because that's what I am now,
until Master has no more use for me.

The Big Bad Wolf

Tuesday, 9 August 2011


When I first read that post... I didn't know what to do.I've been holed up either in my bedroom, or in the garden, feeling the sun on my face.

It... It feels like a joke, like I'm the butt of some fucking April Fools. I keep looking at it, like maybe he'd coded it.

But nothing.

I am not going to post Joel's part of deadman, and there is a simple reason why: I refuse to admit that Joel is dead. He can't be. I... I'd have felt it. Even if he is Wolf then I'm going to try and rescue him and get my Joel back. Even if I have to whack him with his own wrench to do it.

Joel told me to: "Remember the good times, forget the bad times, and don't ever lose hope that things can get better..."

Or something like that anyway...

Is it silly I'm having these little "Remember whens" to him in my head? Like how he helped me with Cam. But unlike Cam, I'm not mourning him. He doesn't need mourning.

"Remember when you rescued me from getting tortured by Wolf?"
"Remember when we first kissed?"
"Held hands?"
"Realised that we were totally in love?"
"When you held me tight when I was mourning my family?"
"When you ran away to try and protect me?"
"We never had a normal relationship... Did we?"

And the last one was so true... We met, we fell in love, and we lost each other because of Him... How fucked up is that?

When we get out of this, we are going to have a normal relationship. With dinner dates, and movies, arguments that don't involve psychopath proxies or Eldritch horrors in business suits. We'll eat take out in a little place to call our own and we'll be happy together... Either that or we'll end up breaking up a few weeks later.

If I lose hope that things can be better.

Things can't just can get better. They have to get better, so help me god.


Good bye Lucas.

I've been given ten minutes to tell the people who have me, why I shouldn't become hallowed, and should stay the "suffering weakling" I am right now. Instead, I asked for a laptop and am writing this post.

Lucas, I have two requests for you. One: Post my part of "Deadman." Two: If you see me again. Kill me. Because I don't know if any part of me will be alive anymore. I love you so much.

Thirty seconds left, it's time to fight for my life.

Runners keep running, fighters keep fighting.

This is me, signing off.


Sunday, 7 August 2011

Im trying so hard to roll with the pucnhes Lucas, but i remebmer that I'd killed poeple in cold blood and set fire to them swven dead because of me! ima monster, aren't I? Ineed to be lockedup... imma dangre...

i am losign control Lucas...

A not so pleasant wake up.

The last time someone woke me up that close to me, it was Joel and I almost stabbed him. (When we slept in shifts, he learned that it was better to throw something at me so it didn't happen again.) So when I woke up to find a doll standing on my chest, arms folded and looking at me like she was thinking of the best way to tear my face off. Well yeah. I sat bolt upright, pulling the knife from under my pillow and yanking it into the air by the leg with my left hand.

That was when a very flustered Lullaby screamed at me to stop, bursting through the door frantically. She tore toward me, took the doll and glared at me. It was how she was holding the doll so tight. I'd just woken up. I was bleary eyed and wasn't in any mood for an argument, but a shouting match came anyway.

"Why did you try and kill dollmaker?" She squeezed the doll tighter.
"She woke me up."
"You were going to kill her?"
I looked confused for a moment. "What? No! I mean-"
"But killing her kills me!"
By now, I was on the back foot. "I know that! You try waking up to a rag doll standing on top of you and looking like it's wanting to murder you!"
"You always hated her, didn't you?"
"For a fucking reason! Something you seem to have goddamn forgotten!" Ok. I went too far, that was a stupid thing to say. The three of us knew it, but I didn't have a chance to back out of it.
The doll looked at me, for some fucking reason it looked like it was smiling. Lullaby was distraught and ran off with that damn rag doll.

As angry as I am, I have to go, I owe Lullaby an apology.

A big one...


Friday, 5 August 2011

A post thing saying what happened since I left.

God, everything has been crazy since Joel posted that last post.

I'd just read the post and I heard someone knock on my door. I got scared and took the knife and put my backpack on. Joel must have taken his when he whacked me. I don't have much weight on me, but I think blind fear helped. The door opened and a guy in a mask was there, I think it was the same one who we stole from back in the UK, the ones helping Wolf. It was him and a girl, in those craft shop masks back then. I don't know where the girl had gone. I just charged into him, presumably I winded him, he was on the floor and didn't follow me that well after that when I just ran.

I stayed in the bus station for I don't know how long. I just was there, looking over my shoulder and fucking terrified of what I might see. Since Joel left me, I've been bad, and not even the "I'm being stalked by slendork" kind of bad. It's that every time I've jumped out of the metaphorical frying pan, my boyfriend's been the one to pull me out of the equally metaphorical fire. Since he jumped into the arms of Slendy, I've not really known what to do. I suddenly feel sickeningly alone, scared to even get up in the mornings. The attack woke me up. There's no point in me staying there, getting into trouble from proxies trying to get Joel to give up.

So I found myself in a cafe, like we'd planned, Mystery was actually different to how I imagined she'd be, I dunno, different. I guess that's what happens when you read blogs. Your imagination thinks of someone completely different to who they actually are. Like, I might be slightly ashamed to have imagined Mystery as the equivalent of Miss Tick from one of the Terry Pratchett books. (Apologies.) But she is so different, perhaps a little eager to feed me up so my ribs don't show when I breathe out, but kind. That much is clear.

But then, less than a day after I arrive there, Shady finds herself kidnapped. I was outside at the time with the girls. I don't really understand what happened, all I wanted to do was sleep, but since this happened... Well. Let's say I'm sleeping lightly, if at all. I didn't know Shady that well, outside of her blog, but she and Mystery supported me when I was in need, and I need to help, I need to do something, anything that could help.

I don't feel safe, but I feel safer than if I was on my own. Regardless, when you've spent time in the company of a single person for such a long time, it's strange talking to others.

This place needs a name, even if no one else calls it such. I think I'll call it Haven. Maybe the name will make it slightly easier to sleep at night.

Joel, you know what I'm going to say. Keep on fighting it, I will see you when I see you.


Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Lucas is the biologist, not me, I'm just the shrink.

I swaer, the more I drink t he more focused I get.

I'm sorry Elaine, I couldn't find a pet to murder this time.

I killed someone else. I didn't th ink. I just had a feeling as I walked down the street and walked into the house and he died. Hehe. He had an axe in his fucking porch. I knocked on the door, he opened it and I cut him and hacked him and tore him and I just remember his face when he died. It was not something I want to do. But I did it anyway. How weak am I? Heh. But at least he's partial to vodka, a man after my own heart.

Not even a week in and I am doing what he I'm told. They are threatening you. I was told you'd die if I tried to warn you about their plans, I want to help, but my hands are both tied and trying to type and drink at once. Talking of alcohol, I heard that there was an abandoned house, a couple of yobbos were dropping glass bottles there. Maybe they could help you out.

Do I feel guilty because of what I've done? It hurts like hell. I know how you feel now Lucas, and I'm sorry.

So how are you Lucas? Are you actually gonna go to NJ or are you going to get all bummed about me fuc king off with Fathnonotthatnameneverthatname.

I t ried to visit you, but yo u appare ntly decided to break the intercom. Why did you do that? Of all the idiotic thi ngs you do, you break the interc om.

Seriously, you should take a note from.... John Smith, wait, seriously? I just checked his wallet and it said "John Smith" on the drivers licence, just wo w, the guy I killed has such a common name. Apparently it was his birthday yesterday. From what it seems, he got a Katana from some girl, maybe his mother? I dunno. But I'm gonna take it for you when I see you again.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! He knows how to look after spaces.

I love you.