05/11/2013

Introspection (warning; navel gazing)

As most of you, being readers of this blog, will know, I'm not by any definition a proxy. I have no loyalty to the slenderman, I don't do his dirty work, I don't worship him. Hell, half the time I don't capitalise his name. And yet if anyone asked who I was, I'd say 'I'm a proxy' in a heartbeat. Not even thinking about it. It's just who I am. I am a proxy. Figured getting this down in writing would help me to think things through, so, you know. Caveat Emptor, this is gonna be a pretty self-obsessed post.

I think a key part of this identity comes from my time as a runner. Before I was involved in this, when I had a family, it didn't really affect me as much, as a person. Not that it wasn't a major part of my life, but it didn't mold me, I think. There was no real hardship, so I came out of it an idealist, without any real idea of what I was doing. A scared child. So that hasn't changed.

But as a runner, there was change, external pressures, that kinda thing. I had to learn to hide, keep guarded. I guess that was when I really learned to kill, me, not Craft.

But even with those lessons, I was a pretty shit runner. What did I achieve? What was my purpose? That's an important question, for me. I need a purpose, a reason to keep going, an end goal, or there's just stagnation. It doesn't really go well. I needed a purpose, so I manufactured one, through this blog, by trying to find a way to fight back. The magnets weren't a defensive measure, they were made to hurt people. Never did get the hang of defending without an attack. guess I'm just a violent person.

Anyway, it didn't work. Some, maybe most, people reject azoth. That shit that gets inside your head and warps you. I'm not one of those people. It built up, and when an attack came, I couldn't defend myself or fight back.I was left without the magnets I'd used to confound the Azoth, far from anywhere I'd called home. I think I was delirious, a bit. I don't really remember. I think I met a runner, maybe I put it on the blog. I was pretty out of it. She saw me for who I was, saw me for a proxy. Nearly killed me, would've if Jeff and Aleph hadn't shown up.

They were there for me. The first people since my family, I think. Really there for me. What decision was that? Mistrust, and eventual insanity? Or somewhere where I belonged. Somewhere I fit. So then I was a proxy. Damn good one. Not for the Slenderman, out of loyalty to those who took me in when I needed it. Maybe it was a ruse, to gain my trust so that I could be molded. Suppose it worked beautifully. I think that's where I became me, as I stand today. Missing a few scars, but the core was there. Even then, when I felt I had found my place, I can't say there was any loyalty to the slenderman. Defective batch of azoth or something. and boy, does it dislike that term.

That was when I took the name. Lovett. It seemed to fit, I think. it was the eye of the storm. Something stable when it'd all gone away. But it didn't last. Where I was, it was a training facility, of sorts. Experimentation, as well. Voluntary, of course. But pretty soon, the training and the tests both had run their course, and they sent me out. Jeff too. And Grace, she'd gone with Jeff, for some final training. She'd wanted to be a medic. Became a medic, a fucking fantastic one. Shame Jeff couldn't have lived to see it. Put his faith in a bad leader.

Still don't really know if I made a good leader. Mostly other people, acting through me. Jeff. Grace. Caligori. But I did well, right? Fought tooth and nail, garnered support, even from the timberwolves. Took London. Maybe if I hadn't faltered, that would still be where I was. But I couldn't follow through, so here I am. Still a proxy. Slendy took a lot, but he can't take that. It's all I'm good for.

10 comments:

  1. I have no authority to say if you're a good leader. What I can say is this. You helped me and you tolerate my bullshit. You have my unconditional trust, friendship and respect, no matter what.

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    1. Also, if you don't believe that the admiration is unconditional, just remember I admire Incognito, Vikady and KELEVRA. Being friends with Kelevra takes the word "unconditional" to a whole new fucking level. But yes, I care about them and you.

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  2. We're pally in my world. Could you explain why the hell people think taking on the burden of murder for your Linux is so bad?

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  3. We're pally in your world? Be interested to know how that stems from Carter not coming back to life...

    As for the people not liking you, I reckon there're a couple of factors. Most of us rather like our version of Linux; by replacing him, you've caused some resentment. We aren't sure of your motives, or those of your master, so you're pretty hard to trust.

    Also, you pretty much said you were out to kill all of us. Inspires fear and anger, not friendly banter.

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    1. Hmm. I probably should have opened with the fact that I don't follow my orders to the T. I shift or kill. I prefer to shift since leaving none of someone is kind of a personal sin for me. I've made a habit of shifting people over to reclaimed realities (Realities without fears left) if possible. You'd be surprised how rarely Linux and Sanna exist this long in one world. Oh well. typing that when the old man was as close as he was would probably have gotten me out of here. (He's kinda old fashioned hence the killing. I can kill fears, but he doesn't like it. Something about upsetting the balance. Maybe he's worried I'll turn on him.)
      Oh, and it wasn't Carter's death. It was Sanna's. I kinda killed Mourning after that. You helped me out a lot with that.
      Our motives? Well, if you can trust me, it's to reclaim this reality, along with all the other ones. My master's? I don't know. If his differ from mine, I'll take care of him when they split.

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    2. You may want to clarify that on the blog. And don't be surprised if it doesn't help much; we may have our problems here, but we don't need some foreignerto come in and dealwith them. No offense.

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