The beach!

Shit... I feel infected, dirty, disgusting, corrupt, any other adjective that escapes me and means something similar. But I'm at the beach, we spent today there. Swimming, (the salt is a little painful on my shoulder but it's nice to feel water again,) laughing or just holding hands listening to the wax and wane of the sea. I don't care it was cold, but there is something about being here, (possibly the sea air,) that makes me feel wonderful. I'm happy for the first time in a good long time, and no amount of fog can stop me! (Definitely the sea air.)

The sea always excites my curiosity, sure we can think of the massiveness of the sun or the universe. But why do we look up, when we don't even know what is at the bottom of the ocean? It's only been extremely recently, that engineering has allowed us to make subs which can withstand the extreme pressures involved. It was what I wanted to explore when I was youngest.

Of course that was a stupid idea, I would never be allowed to go down there myself, but the sea gave me an idea. I want to understand why.

Why does Slenderman Kill some, Hallow others, and Proxify the rest? Why are we the poor sods who have to keep running? And why do I keep having this fog since being kidnapped?

I know I'm most likely losing my sanity, I need to get myself together again. I am me. I refuse to be anyone else. I keep saying my name, over and over again in my head, maybe help become a bit more of an early warning system. A way of getting out of there before it gets too bad. Like it did that night...

I don't remember waking Joel up, or typing any of it. JOEL HAS ICECREAM!

God I'm such a kid sometimes. =3

~Lucas

TEE HEE

I cant stop LAUGHING it's MAD!

MadMAdMADderMADDerMADDEstMADDEStMADDESTEST! HEHe!

JOEL IS asleep so I should be quiet...

Hehe. WE're dead... I SaW HIM! He's at TheDoor windo DOOR WINDOW DOOR... He'smiling...

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it's foggy. I CAn't see mysELF fthink! My braiN hurts

the BAG had my passport, DOLLARZ! not MUTCH but enough for Uss.

Wait... Smieling? Zlendy doesn't smile! But I have fog... But not slendy... I should wake up Joel... I feel fuzzy...

NoNONONONONONONONONONONONONONONNO

I AM ME

Not a proxy, I'm not... FuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslendermanFuckslenderman...

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I looked on my phone and that was what was there. Lucas woke me up this morning, he'd torn his shoulder stitches and was in a state, I had to stitch him again and then we had to get out of there. I'm worried about him. Like, seriously worried. We went back to his house, collected some personal items, stuff to remember his family by. He seems different, jumping from terrified to jaded to determined for survival to this hopeless romantic. He keeps talking about fog though, how he "feels it" when he sees Tall, Dark and Faceless.

Melissa (I_L), apologies for not responding to your email. We've been getting out of here. Basically every time we settle down, Wolf is there like a fucking bloodhound. Looks like we have three pissed proxies after us, and they are damn close, too close all the time... We can't stop for longer than a few hours.

I'm currently, as for most of my posts, on a bus to nowhere in particular. I think we're headed to the sea. Maybe that will help Lucas get himself back. I'll do a proper post later...

In the meantime, keep safe guys.

- Joel

Well, we're both alive...

Huzzah! A blog written by both of us!

Joel: Ok, to get out of the country, there are three things we require:

1. Us being alive. 
2. Money. 
3. Passports. 

So far we had one of them, we were alive. But when Wolf caught Lucas, he had gotten a hold of his passport, keeping it in one of those small hidden safes in the warehouse. The key pad was touch tone, and he could remember the tune it made. So a half-arsed and downright dangerous plan was formed. If he kept a passport in there, perhaps there were other more interesting things we could take, like money.

We were gonna head back to the warehouse and steal from the slender man. 

So we did it last night.

We got in, it was quiet enough. It was dark but I couldn't hear anyone around, and the echos in the warehouse would have amplified anything. I turned on a torch and we headed to a desk off to the side. I didn't notice it there when I got to him earlier but yeah. It was there. Lucas went behind the desk and tapped on the safe's buttons.

I kept a light shone around the general area, wrench at the ready. I didn't like this situation, we were too vulnerable and if Slendy showed at the door, we'd have little in the way of a way out... Well it wasn't Him who showed at the door. Three of them, two wearing black hoodies and the kind of white masks you get at craft stores. The other was The Big Bad Wolf, brown hoodie, wolf mask, and his growling was echoing from every wall. Lucas swore, he couldn't get the safe open and was frantically trying different combinations as I muttered. "Get your knife out. We have company..." 

The two of them ran at me, I swung at one, they caught my wrist and punched my solarplexus in the blink of an eye, I was winded as I dropped the wrench, kneeing the figure in front of me in the gut. I think she was female, I heard her groan as I reached down to take the wrench again. I heard Lucas shout, "It's open!" As the other clambered over the desk, trying to get him. I was too distracted by the girl to get there in time

Lucas: I noticed the guy coming over, he had a great big carving knife and I swung up with my own puny little pocket knife. It caught him in the arm and stuck. He pulled away and it was wrenched out of my hand. I'd gotten maybe half of what was in there into this bag, he stabbed down at me and cut me where neck meets shoulder, I couldn't think. I was on the floor and weaponless, I reached in the safe, looking for something that could be of use. I pulled out a pistol... A glock or something. I'm not great with guns... It looked dangerous though... I swung round, pointing it at him, all the while probably bleeding gallons from my neck wound. "Get back." 

That seemed to work. I stood up and fell into a chair, gun pointed straight at him. He had a knife still, but was backing off. I pulled the bag onto my shoulder and stood up, right now I didn't care about whatever else was in there. "Let's get going..."

Joel: The sight of your Christian boyfriend looking pissed, bleeding and with a gun, is the most badass thing I've seen him do. It's no surprise that both of them backed off. Lucas was wounded... His t-shirt was bloodstained already. Lucas went around the desk, still pointing the gun at them, getting to me and making sure I was ok. I hadn't seen this side to him before. So determined. I've never been so proud of him. 

Then Wolfie pulled his own gun. 

Lucas pulled the trigger. 

*click*

"Shit run!"

And that we did. I broke the lock on this small door on the other side whilst the three of them chased after us, and then got out of there. We figured we were safe in the city again, so kept near people as best as we could. 

We dumped the gun in a local pond. UK law doesn't look kindly on someone carrying a firearm, so we got rid of it. It's better than being arrested.

So now, I'm pretty sure I've broken a couple of ribs, Lucas fared worse. I've done as best as I can, I stitched his knife wound, it was pretty shallow but damn close to an artery. I had to be careful and he will have to be careful for a while. No heavy lifting. 

We also paid a stop to somewhere else, but this post is already scarily long. We'll post everything another day. We both need some sleep...

Night all. 

- ~ Joel and Lucas

Also: If any of you runners, fighters, proxies, or followers fancy talking to us, we can be contacted at: Unspoken422@googlemail.com 

Loss

I think I'm ready to talk about it now, my side of the story... Joel is catching up on sleep on the coach. We take turns, a couple of hours at a time.  It's still a bit of a blur, memories do that kind of thing I guess.

I told Joel to wait outside the house. I wasn't out to them, so going in and saying. "Hi this is my boyfriend." Was probably not a good idea... I walked inside and there was blood, and the smell, like they had been dead for days when I'd only left them a couple of hours before.

I knew deep down that the Slenderfuck had gotten them, but I didn't quite believe it. Like, I could imagine my mum in the kitchen, cooking two tuna steaks. It was one of the first times I ate fish, I was about five and had to go to hospital because I got a bone lodged in my throat. Or my brother, how we shared a room for so long because the other one was full of










Sorry.

I can't think about it still without getting all torn up about it...

The thing is, this is really the first time I've been so close to death and what happened to them... I never had any pets, my family were really the only people I got to know. I'm not exactly good at making friends. My family was everything and Slenderman took it away.

Well... They were there, as Joel said. I saw them, didn't even have a chance to cry out. Wolf had me.I could feel this rubbery mask against me and the knife against my neck, it cut but not deeply. Self preservation and pain kept me from struggling.

Then we went outside, Joel having found us. It's been said before so I won't tell you what happened...
Only I didn't see the Slenderman behind Joel like he said he saw, I just saw him run away as I screamed for him to save me.

I can't remember much else, I remember waking up in a warehouse, spending a week in there, (There was a clock by the door. It was the only way I could keep myself busy.) dreading each time the Wolf came in because he was angry and spent a few hours with his knife with me...  Wolf is not the kind of Proxy you can shoot the breeze with. All I know is that he's strong, fucking intelligent, but he relies on basic instincts and his love for his Slendy.

I got out of the warehouse once, a couple of days in or so. I got to the forest, took a step inside and suddenly I was back in the chair, wolf pulling the mask up enough to reveal his mouth and getting a grip on my finger... Then screaming pain... I didn't try and run again... I saw Slenderfuck a couple of times too, he just stood there in front of me, I occasionally felt him touch me, but he never hurt me like Wolf did...

I'm aware that only a day or so passed outside. So I guess this counts as gained time instead of lost time...

But that's my part of the story... After Slendy touched me, I've been getting this fog, like all of my senses are dulled and I can't focus. It feels periodic, just a gentle throb of numbness, overwhelming me. I've heard that other runners get that feeling, a sort of static or fog inside their heads. But at the same time... My family were murdered because of me and I guess dreaming your way through life is an effective coping mechanism...

Joel is the only person I have left, he deserves more than what I am currently. But if this little mission of ours works and we both don't end up dead, tortured, or worse. We can get somewhere we can help.

Stay safe everyone, we certainly aren't. =D

~Lucas

Our first argument.

Lucas and I argued a couple of hours ago about that last post.

I was angry, at him. At the Slenderman. At this whole situation. He needed to snap out of it. It's like he's given up on reality, he just wants to stop everything. I practically wanted to slap him and scream. "FUCKING PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!"

But I didn't, see below.

Me: So. You're giving up?

Lucas: Yup. I'm gonna get a bus back home as soon as I can.

Me: No you're not.

Lucas: Why?

Me: Fucks sake Lucas, do you honestly think this guy is Death Incarnate?

Lucas: Actually, yes. Look at my family. Look at everything that happened. I have nothing left, I can't run anymore. Not on my own.

That was a bit of a slight to me really. I've kept him safe as much as I can, I've tried to keep him out of it. I'm not a hero, but I got him out of Wolf's grasp... I treated his finger, I got him on a bus over here.

Me: You have me.

Lucas: And what happened last time I trusted you? He held his hand up, gesturing to the bandaged finger. That is the best thing that happened to me that day. The Wolf, he-

He broke down. I sat him down on a bed and gently reached around him, pulling him to me as he cried against my chest. I just ended up whispering "never again" to him. Over and over, trying to soothe him.

We stayed like that for about an hour when he sniffled and looked up at me. I can't tell you what he said, but to put it simply, he convinced me and we are going to do something really really stupid, armed with a wrench, a knife, our relentless optimism and Mr Happy-No-Face nipping at our heels.

Yay for ridiculous ideas!

-Joel

Irony

You know, if I wasn't so hurt right now, I'd have found it a little funny. I started this blog to discuss ideas for my Slenderblog, and now

Now.

Now I've lost everything. I'm the "poor guy who's gonna have his life turned upside down" I've lost my life already, death just hasn't caught up with me. I kind of always imagined Slenderman as this spectral faceless figure. A modern day Grim Reaper.

And he's coming for me. I can't stay in London forever, I saw Him above my bed, watching. He has no eyes but he FUCKING WATCHES!

I did nothing... I didn't shout, I didn't cry, I just went back to sleep.

And then I woke up, it was morning.

Joel took one glance at me and noticed that I have marks on my arms. I looked it's true. Long red fingermarks... Occasionally tinged with black where it bruised. Like someone had been holding me down, holding me still.

There are three stereotypes that people tend to follow when they see Him. The Fighters, The Runners and those who just give up. Joel is a Runner and... And I'm not cut out for it... I always imagined my life as one where I'd settle down. Fall in love with some girl and have a family. A small house, just big enough for us. A garden. I'd have a job where I don't have to work that hard, maybe at a pharmaceutical company, making chemicals for testing against diseases. I'd be quietly in the background, helping others in my own way.

Have any of you heard the phrase; "An Englishman's home is his castle?" Well that is what I am planning on doing. I'm going to go home. Sit down with that great big carving knife my parents always told me never to use when I was younger and wait. Who for, I dunno. But I expect someone will be there.

If it's a proxy then I will defend myself. I'm not going to feel the pain I felt before... Never again. If it is him. Then I'll take his hand into the next life. I can't fight him. People have tried. They tend to die. I can't run from him, I'm not cut out for it. So my only option is to give up.

Slenderman: A message to you. If you are this grim reaper I keep dreaming of, just take me away. Don't play with me, just finish it.

I'm tired.

~Lucas

Down south.

We're in London, and for the first time I feel safe. We're keeping pretty central, staying in a Hostel until we work out where the hell we're gonna go next. The best part of this is lots of people, it's never still here since where I'm located is pretty much a damn tourist attraction. This means, should he arrive here, there are witnesses. Apparently being in a crowd is a good way of being safe from Him. I can't remember what blog said that but yeah, I trust it enough to be able to sleep at night.

Although the Big Bad Wolf... I'm nervous still about him. I probably knocked him out, but I doubt one hit would have killed him. Either way, I sleep with easy access to that monkey wrench... Lucas still isn't talking to me, but he read the comments in his last post, he's being less malicious, in fact he actually let me clean and bandage his finger today. Which is good because I was worried of it getting infected. He's not been sleeping too well, but then nor have I. It's been difficult to focus. I've been getting nightmares of what happened when I left him.

To be honest, I don't think he's willing to talk and I don't think I'm ready to talk about it with him either.

Stay safe, all of you.

-Joel