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


Hell.
To.
Pay.

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.

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...
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

Deadman...

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.

~Lucas

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.

-Joel

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...