You know that substance stuff? I did a little test on it. Just a little test. The Hinsberg reaction, to be precise. It's a test for amine groups - the stuff that makes an amino acid an amino acid, basically.
Well, it has them.
Which... leads me to believe that it's out of a living thing. It's definitely organic to say the least. How do I know this? Well, for one, amine groups tend to be bonded onto carbons, which makes them organic compounds, so it is definitely organic, and what are amino acids used for?
This stuff's got proteins in it.
Or the basic building blocks of proteins at least.
Fuck, I hope it's not DNA of some kind. That's a disturbing thought - though I should probably test for that too. I'd need to hydrolise it though, because all the ribose sugars are joined up in a chain to form that helix spiral you see in sciency cartoons whenever DNA comes up. That, and a phosphate group, but I don't have the stuff to look for that.
Actually, would that even work? Not sure. Been a while since I did my chemistry, sadly. I'm more medical now.
Speaking of which, my chopped finger is not infected!
I need a beer. Or a cider. That would be lovely. I'll get some for Thia too.
Sorry. Been away for some time. We moved out of the flat we were in, took as much as we could with us. Sold the rest on Ebay. It's not safe there any more. He was making too many incursions - getting really aggressive. Didn't like it. This should be safer.
Should be safer.
I have a theory to test regarding that.
Oh, and I should mention I've lost a finger to one of the proxies. Fucker with a big knife. I should have hid. But Thia was ok. All I care about really.
Got to go.
I'll see if I can post later, but it's awkward typing with one less finger. It's my right pinkie.
I miss it. Still hurts a lot. But Thia's got me sorted for now.
Yeah, this is really, really odd. I'm not actually worried since we're exhibiting none of the normal symptoms of malnutrition - that a university student isn't normally expected to exhibit - or sickness that aren't already shown to be Slender Sickness... But we're both still hungry.
If anything, it's gotten worse.
I'm really not sure what to make of this.
However, things appear to be looking up a little, because we've seen neither Slender Man nor his bastard proxies and agents for some time now, and although I'm nervous for tempting fate, I think the sickness is beginning to alleviate, too.
I know he's not leaving us alone.
In fact he's probably more like, preparing for something bigger and badder.
But... It's good to have some breathing room.
Now we just have to make him regret giving it to us.
Now, there was something else... Ah! Yes of course. You may recall that some time ago, I theorised that there was another presence following me in particular.
Well I've received something from it again.
It's a note. Small, plain white printer paper. Torn all around the edges, strangely, but not to fit the text on it, as the text is still much, much smaller than the paper itself.
Which is curious.
It smells of lemons too. I'm... Not really sure what that means.
Anyway, the note says as follows.
"11:00POSTMERIDIAN - 1:00ANTEMERIDIAN
GO TO LIVERPOOL"
Yeah. It was all scrawled in big letters, with what looks like a pretty soft pencil. Not quite charcoal though.
Now, this presence seems at least roughly benign, from what I've seen of it so far. It got me a jar of inaccurate but still interesting substance, and...
Well, this feels like a warning.
I have noticed that the visitations we've been getting are late at night. It could be that our Presence has predicted the next one, and is warning us to flee before then.
Why Liverpool in particular though?
I don't know. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and have a crumpet.
Right. This is worrying. Despite having eaten three burgers in one sitting that night in Five Guys, and a stupendously heroic amount of chips, neither me nor Thia felt any less hungry afterwards, and it's only gotten worse in the days that followed.
It's starting to get in the way of my work, even, which is even worse because this is the work that revolves around theories of how Slender Man gets from the swamp to our world so easily, and how we could potentially close the gate.
I've seen a few more proxies and agents around, too. I returned to the bunker I went into to find Thia once, and only just missed being seen by a group of six of them, mindless looking and in pain, just standing there.
I figured they must've been waiting for something, and didn't want to know what, so I left pretty hurriedly.
There is kinda some good news though, actually. I was in France to meet with some of the French junior doctors (a weird kind of exchange program for a single day that our uni wanted us to do) and just before getting on the ferry back, I saw something both highly illegal and highly awesome.
A butterfly knife.
I've managed to slice and dice my left hand up pretty badly trying to do all the tricks with it, and it was hell to sneak it back through customs since the bloody things are illegal here, but it is seriously sharp, becoming easier to use by the minute, and fucking awesome.
Now, I understand that it may not have been a month to you, but we spent thirty cycles of 24 hours - down to the very second we came back - in that other dimension Robert Sagel had been building on.
That's where he took her. That's where I went.
Tell me, did the police ever find the bodies of those agents I was forced to seek out?
It doesn't matter. They could never trace it back to me even if they did.
I feel... different.
And I notice there was a post made in my absence, about having spent much time in a strange place. Yes. I remember making that post, but not from a computer.
Very strange indeed. Those were my thoughts while I was in the other world.
I found Thia unconscious on a small island in the middle of the swamp - it is a swamp, after all. The whole dimension as far as I could see.
I don't understand how I got there, though. One moment I'm walking into one of those old bomb shelters built by rich bastards in the countryside who were all too paranoid of being a target for german bombs in WWII, and then... I'm just somewhere else.
I don't know enough about physics to explain that.
But I did get some of that Substance! And I shall run more tests. Yes. I will take it to a lab, in fact. I must see what it is really made of, and quickly. Something about it wants me to believe it is biological in nature, and yet I'm not so sure.
Mm. But first I'll get something to eat with Thia. I'm not sure if I'm the one who's shaken, or if she's the one who's been shaken by all this, but we need hot food.
I know just the place.
I will be in contact again briefly. I am fucking starving.