So, those of you who read Maddie's blog probably know that I met Sanna recently. Delivered the info on her father, as promised. Hope it helps.
Sorry Sanna, but you need help. Someone to lean on. Maddy's heart's in the right place, but you need someone you can trust, who'll be there for you. All the time, not just when the metal hits the meat. Hope you find that person.
12/10/2013
01/10/2013
I'm back part two
Right, on with the rest of the story. When I left off, I'd jus spotted the archangel. Dude scares me. Not the same as Slendy, just a fight or flight reaction, blind panic. Archangel is colder, almost. A slower terror, founded in the knowledge that that thing can keep me alive forever. So when I saw it, I didn' panic. Knew it was pissed, gut reaction. Didn't like that I used the timberwolves, I guess. There was that creeping feeling. Like shivers under your skin.
So there it was. Started coming closer, so I got the fuck out of there. The quickest way I know how. The path. I knew that it was the end of me, that Slendy would find me and, best case scenario, kill me quickly. Didn't care. After all, you get killed by a fear, maybe you get oblivion. So, that's plan 'B'.
It didn't take long. He came like a black river, flowing from the ground. I couldn't run. Felt like I was rooted to the path, a fixture. Nowhere to go, no point in running. Where do you run when he is everywhere?
That was when a friend arrived. I won't name names; don't want to put him at risk. But this person, this one man, stared down the slenderman in his own domain. Lived to tell about it too. Distracted him long enough to ease the paralysis. I ran. I must confess, I left not knowing that he would make it out, and when he did catch up? I lied to him, told him I'd go back to London. If you're reading this, I'm sorry. I was scared, and that's no excuse, no excuse at all.
Anyway. Just met someone who'd been holding a few things for me. Documents, stolen from the archive itself. Tazer. Armoured coat. Generally things one would need to research and perform a certain ritual. Figured it was worth a try, anyway. Finish this once and for all. Keep the vigil.
So there it was. Started coming closer, so I got the fuck out of there. The quickest way I know how. The path. I knew that it was the end of me, that Slendy would find me and, best case scenario, kill me quickly. Didn't care. After all, you get killed by a fear, maybe you get oblivion. So, that's plan 'B'.
It didn't take long. He came like a black river, flowing from the ground. I couldn't run. Felt like I was rooted to the path, a fixture. Nowhere to go, no point in running. Where do you run when he is everywhere?
That was when a friend arrived. I won't name names; don't want to put him at risk. But this person, this one man, stared down the slenderman in his own domain. Lived to tell about it too. Distracted him long enough to ease the paralysis. I ran. I must confess, I left not knowing that he would make it out, and when he did catch up? I lied to him, told him I'd go back to London. If you're reading this, I'm sorry. I was scared, and that's no excuse, no excuse at all.
Anyway. Just met someone who'd been holding a few things for me. Documents, stolen from the archive itself. Tazer. Armoured coat. Generally things one would need to research and perform a certain ritual. Figured it was worth a try, anyway. Finish this once and for all. Keep the vigil.
23/09/2013
I'm back
This is pHIL here. I'm back, alive and in one piece.
Sorry about leaving with no warning, but I had a pretty good reason. Seems slendy has decided that the way I do things isn't good enough, that I'm not a real proxy after all. Dude's a prick.
He made his move on the fourth, this month. I was at my computer, checking over some footage in case of redlight making a move (he was), when He was there. Slim fucker had his hooks in deep, still does, and I panicked. Fight or flight, blindly trying to get away. Broke contact by virtue of jumping out of a window, but I wasn't in a fit state of mind. Gibbering, writing in code. scaredworthlesscolduseless.
proxies didn't know, I came back. started delegating to Grace, a few others. They're in charge now; do the job and do it well, people. Sorry I could't stay. Deimos got wind, somehow, of what happened. Said he'd kill me, destroy all I've worked towards. would've been a bloodbath, proxy against proxy. Couldn't allow that. Ran away, taking a couple things. Hoodie, food cash gun knife. Not sure why I took them. Don't want to kill proxies, don't want to kill runners, don't want to kill. Why did I kill so freely. cant worry about the past, I'll do that when I'm dead.
So I ran. walked out of the base, took advantage of the blindspots in the surveillance I'd set up. Left London. It took a long time, circuitous rout, not using the path. To use the path is to get caught by slenderman. It was hard, jumping at every shadow, expecting each one to reach out and cut me down. Saw Him, a couple of times. Standing there. Fucking staringSTARING. FUCKER..
Sorry. Azoth is angry Azoth wants to fight. I can't. I won't. I can't.
Um, right. Leaving london. So fucking cold.
Had some trouble with runners. Fucking Deimos spreading th news, or people following the blog. wanted to teach the sonofabitch proxy a lesson, kill the fucker slowly. Had to change my look, dye my hair. Profile picture isn't that accurate, missing scars, but now even less so. May have to change it at some point. It helped, but a few are still trying to get me. John Thompson, Hector Smith. Got a grudge, because I killed Anne Thompson, his sister. Because of my orders, on the 30th of August, a safehouse where she and several others were staying was attacked. She tried to fight back, got shot. Died instantly. At the time, I'd thought of it as a success. 6 runners dispersed, one killed. One injured timberwolf/ no other casualties. fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK.
If you're reading this Im sorry. but I'm not going to die for your revenge. Don't want to die yet, so much more to do. Too much.
I was nearly out of London when I saw hm. A servant, hoodie. Thought it was a proxy. Twin triangles. Timberwolf? Gasmask.
Sorry about leaving with no warning, but I had a pretty good reason. Seems slendy has decided that the way I do things isn't good enough, that I'm not a real proxy after all. Dude's a prick.
He made his move on the fourth, this month. I was at my computer, checking over some footage in case of redlight making a move (he was), when He was there. Slim fucker had his hooks in deep, still does, and I panicked. Fight or flight, blindly trying to get away. Broke contact by virtue of jumping out of a window, but I wasn't in a fit state of mind. Gibbering, writing in code. scaredworthlesscolduseless.
proxies didn't know, I came back. started delegating to Grace, a few others. They're in charge now; do the job and do it well, people. Sorry I could't stay. Deimos got wind, somehow, of what happened. Said he'd kill me, destroy all I've worked towards. would've been a bloodbath, proxy against proxy. Couldn't allow that. Ran away, taking a couple things. Hoodie, food cash gun knife. Not sure why I took them. Don't want to kill proxies, don't want to kill runners, don't want to kill. Why did I kill so freely. cant worry about the past, I'll do that when I'm dead.
So I ran. walked out of the base, took advantage of the blindspots in the surveillance I'd set up. Left London. It took a long time, circuitous rout, not using the path. To use the path is to get caught by slenderman. It was hard, jumping at every shadow, expecting each one to reach out and cut me down. Saw Him, a couple of times. Standing there. Fucking staringSTARING. FUCKER..
Sorry. Azoth is angry Azoth wants to fight. I can't. I won't. I can't.
Um, right. Leaving london. So fucking cold.
Had some trouble with runners. Fucking Deimos spreading th news, or people following the blog. wanted to teach the sonofabitch proxy a lesson, kill the fucker slowly. Had to change my look, dye my hair. Profile picture isn't that accurate, missing scars, but now even less so. May have to change it at some point. It helped, but a few are still trying to get me. John Thompson, Hector Smith. Got a grudge, because I killed Anne Thompson, his sister. Because of my orders, on the 30th of August, a safehouse where she and several others were staying was attacked. She tried to fight back, got shot. Died instantly. At the time, I'd thought of it as a success. 6 runners dispersed, one killed. One injured timberwolf/ no other casualties. fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK.
If you're reading this Im sorry. but I'm not going to die for your revenge. Don't want to die yet, so much more to do. Too much.
I was nearly out of London when I saw hm. A servant, hoodie. Thought it was a proxy. Twin triangles. Timberwolf? Gasmask.
16/09/2013
07/09/2013
Grace
KProxies are attempting new base, we need to disrupt them before they dig in. I can't organise because of Fear issues, I trust you to take charge on this one. Listen to Mort, he knows tactics, but remember his first loyalty is Archangel. Plague doctors will act as medics, that always was your area of expertise so I'll leave that to you.
Stay safe, I hope I can see you again soon.
I love you.
pHIL.
KProxies are attempting new base, we need to disrupt them before they dig in. I can't organise because of Fear issues, I trust you to take charge on this one. Listen to Mort, he knows tactics, but remember his first loyalty is Archangel. Plague doctors will act as medics, that always was your area of expertise so I'll leave that to you.
Stay safe, I hope I can see you again soon.
I love you.
pHIL.
04/09/2013
28/08/2013
Update
Well, it's a good day to be a servant in London. Compared to, like, last week. It's still a hellhole full of violent individuals.
Anyway, I've been doing some work with various other servants. You probably already know about my connections with the archive and redcap. Apparently the Timberwolves are also aware of it. They called in asking for help to deal with one of Kelevra's proxies. This KProxy having stolen some sensitive information on the Timberwolves, and they couldn't find him.
Once the matter of payment was dealt with, I gathered a few volunteers, and we met with the wolves to take out the base before the informant arrived. There weren't many of them, but they were heavily armed. Still not sure how they got sniper rifles into England. Serious military stuff, or it looked like it at least. I begin to wonder just how good our smugglers are.
'Course, that changed our plans somewhat. I'd intended to try to burn them out, keeping a low profile be damned, but that was on the assumption that they'd be a bunch of guys with swords and the like. So instead, they got to good positions, and started taking them out. A bunch tried to run out the back, but they got tailed by some of my boys. Didn't get far. Meanwhile, the rest of us just strolled in, killed anyone we found hiding, and waited a while for our victim. Lost a proxy, when one of the fanclub had a gun, but there weren't many other incidents.
This is all working out pretty well. Working with the archive in a more official capacity, setting Maddie on some runners, joint operations with the timberwolves, various other, less savory connections... Sets a good precedent. By showing that this can work, and work well, I can get more official support, from proxies and other servants. God knows servants working together can be a force to be reckoned with. Maybe even enough to deal with Kelevra's bunch of rejects. Speaking of which, Maddie, if you can kill Kelevra I'll help you with whatever project you're planning out at the time.
Still need to find someone else willing to work on this project; after all, I want this to outlast me. Got a couple possibilities, but it really needs work. Hell, this isn't even official yet. I can worry about the rest if I live.
Anyway, I've been doing some work with various other servants. You probably already know about my connections with the archive and redcap. Apparently the Timberwolves are also aware of it. They called in asking for help to deal with one of Kelevra's proxies. This KProxy having stolen some sensitive information on the Timberwolves, and they couldn't find him.
Once the matter of payment was dealt with, I gathered a few volunteers, and we met with the wolves to take out the base before the informant arrived. There weren't many of them, but they were heavily armed. Still not sure how they got sniper rifles into England. Serious military stuff, or it looked like it at least. I begin to wonder just how good our smugglers are.
'Course, that changed our plans somewhat. I'd intended to try to burn them out, keeping a low profile be damned, but that was on the assumption that they'd be a bunch of guys with swords and the like. So instead, they got to good positions, and started taking them out. A bunch tried to run out the back, but they got tailed by some of my boys. Didn't get far. Meanwhile, the rest of us just strolled in, killed anyone we found hiding, and waited a while for our victim. Lost a proxy, when one of the fanclub had a gun, but there weren't many other incidents.
This is all working out pretty well. Working with the archive in a more official capacity, setting Maddie on some runners, joint operations with the timberwolves, various other, less savory connections... Sets a good precedent. By showing that this can work, and work well, I can get more official support, from proxies and other servants. God knows servants working together can be a force to be reckoned with. Maybe even enough to deal with Kelevra's bunch of rejects. Speaking of which, Maddie, if you can kill Kelevra I'll help you with whatever project you're planning out at the time.
Still need to find someone else willing to work on this project; after all, I want this to outlast me. Got a couple possibilities, but it really needs work. Hell, this isn't even official yet. I can worry about the rest if I live.
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