A lot's happened. The masked guy, don't know how, don't give a fuck how, is Ian. Fuck. Don't know how he even ended up this way, my best fucking friend, now my second worst enemy. He's got a different look in his eye though. rage. Don't know why either. Hold on. Someone's outside.
They were jehovah's witnesses, told them to take their god and shove him up Slenderman's ass. They looked at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am, but that's just how I like it. Crazy means the playing field is level, and I have nothing to lose now, so my level playing field is now an advantage. I have a cut on my chest. some kind of operator symbol thing I guess. some person told me what it was on a crossroad. We drank and had a laugh. Parted ways, saw Ian behind a tree. Almost killed some college kids on Halloween. Dressing up like proxies, who the fuck do they think they are? They're too old for that shit anyway. Halloween, I mean, not being proxies. Luckily any Slenderman costume wearers are always too wide to fit his body, so I never make mistakes on that. plus the air around him seems to change to visible white, like some kind of background. Only for about an inch off of him though. were it brighter I could probably avoid him. Door again.
Ian. He charged me as soon as I opened it, had a knife, I turned it on him, but hesitated before stabbing him, knowing who he was. He ran out, his fucking master or whatever in the distance. I have to go, changing locations. Post more tomorrow.