He lasted quite a while

Yes. In fact, I had to move him somewhere safer.

But rest assured. We were not interrupted. I remain safe.

I'm just hoping my Thia is too.

He gave me some information, actually, regarding a potential location, before spitting on me and telling me I wouldn't make it past the front door.

At that point, I stabbed him twice in the liver, once in the stomach, and thrice in the heart. He died very quickly, and stunningly quietly.

I will not say where, but I am here now.

I feel close to her.

I will update you soon.

Torture

Alright then.

Slenderfucker doesn't seem to be in the mood to give Thia back to me right now. Nor has he been for some time.

That's bad. That's really bad.

For him.

See, I have a theory.

Robert((Sage)) encountered two types of minions, sent against him by the Slender Man. They were Proxies, and Agents.

Now, Proxies are used unwillingly - those three masked men who tried to stab me, but found themselves unable to, for example - and as such can occasionally fight him off, like they did. Though I suspect that the Slender Man was going particularly easy on them in terms of mental domination, to make the game easy for me in its first stages.

The other kind are Agents.

They gave themselves willingly to the Slender Man in return for power, as far as I can tell - or out of foolish devotion to him. Either way, I also theorise that the Slender Man's connection to them is somewhat more two-way, as indicated by their own apparently enhanced tactical intellects, and the fact that they seem to be able to dominate groups of proxies in a similar way, if on a lesser level, to Slender Man himself.

You might be wondering how I know all this suddenly.

The answer is very simple.

I went out and found them.

I went to the police station, asked to speak briefly with the men who had assaulted me, and asked them where their friends were. Though they've been released from the Slender Man's grip for some time now, they do still remember vaguely where they were forced to congregate, and 'bear witness'.

Then I got my staff, and went out with every intention of killing a great many people.

See, fortunately for me, their place of meeting is in a somewhat out of the way place.

And now?

Well. Now you find out why this is all bad for him.

On the ground in front of me lie three dead proxies. They were killed by physical trauma stemming from an unknown blunt object, and were unable to put up a meaningful struggle, due to the surprised state they were evidently killed in.

Tied to a tree behind them though, is an Agent.

And this is where the title of this post becomes apparent, because I am going to torture him for information on Thia's whereabouts, and kill him if he doesn't talk - but probably kill him either way. I can't have witnesses to this.

To be fair, though, I'm fairly sure he'll talk.

I'm a medical student, after all. I'll just educate him about each body part I remove as and when I remove it, using the improvised surgical tools I've had the good fortune to come across.

A hacksaw.

A power drill.

A Stanley knife.

And a sledgehammer.


This man is going to fucking weep.

I can't find her

He took her. I fucking know it.

She opened the door just as he started running the taps, and I heard her scream and rushed out and then I went flying.

I woke up no more than five minutes ago, and I'm in a park somewhere. I'm not even sure this is London.

And he's taken my Thia from me.


I'll cut his fucking head off.

Hiding

In the cupboard. On my notebook laptop.

I can see him, through the crack in the door. I need to close that. He's not looking. Maybe I can close it now.

no

No he turned around.


Oh dear he's coming here


I


He turned on the fucking sink taps. Are you fucking kidding me? This is bullshi


THIA

She's due home any minute







oh no

That was interesting

It... sort of fizzed, and popped, and then it was gone.

And there was the smell of ammonia.

I'm not really sure that this is entirely in line with Robert's findings - the poor man - so this substance could be something else entirely.

Now, uh, I've also been reading a bit more of Robert's things, speaking of him, and I've come across Core Theory in its fullest. And I'm not sure I agree entirely with it, I must be honest. It seems quite idealistic, and somewhat foolish.

Life is not a storybook, after all.

And yet it does have that attractive quality, doesn't it? No. I don't think I agree with it, but I do like it. Maybe I'll use the titles, if I ever find anyone else to survive with.

Just... less formally.

Oh. And of course, I found out about Redlight, and Greenlight. Combined with the revelation that there is something else following me, this is very worrying. Honestly, I'm surprised I'm not sweating yet.

Oh. No, I am, actually. Nevermind. That's disgusting.

I


HE'S HERE

OH FUCK

I have it!

The substance! I think. I don't really know where it came from, to be completely honest. I haven't seen the //construct// in some time now, so this could honestly be anything.

But the jar is came in is labeled 'substance'.

I found it on my doorstep.

I'm... uh... I'm gonna burn some. Be right back.

I was right

Whatever this is, it is most certainly not the //construct// I have, until now, been led to fear by the legacies of Robert((Sage)) and Zero((Sage)). In fact, it is something else entirely, and this worries me greatly.

Because I know nothing about it.

How do I know it isn't merely the Slender Man's digital presence? Because although I've been experiencing the sickness I've come to refer to as 'Slender Sickness' that is commonly brought on by proximity to the Slender Man (or, as Robert((Sage)) has referred multiple times to 'Agents' and 'Proxies' by now on his own blog, the Slender Man's minions) I have seen no other evidence of stalking or 'visitations' - at present.

And because Thia is not experiencing the sickness, as she normally does when I do, which leads me to believe that the source is not...

I don't know how to put it.

The source is not... physical? Well no, because it is physical, or it wouldn't affect the physical plane.

I'll work on finding a good way to phrase it, but it means that it's not due to the proximity of the source to us, it's... much more personalised. I'll have to try and figure out what this means, too.

This is all so fucking strange.

I need to look into the sickness generally, too. Perhaps I can start to counteract its symptoms - if not find a way to protect us from it, generally - once I know more about what's actually causing it, beyond 'being near that tall scary wanker'.

And this new thing.

Fuck it all. I need sleep desperately.

Good night, and may we all live on 'til morning.

~ Kev Elliot