Report #5

[06:19:33, 11/6/13]

Man. It's been a while since we did one of these.

It has.

So the last few weeks have been a little crazy for us, but you know, when aren't they crazy...We uh...We've really hit the storeroom and worked hard putting all this information we've uploaded into a serious lockdown. No one can access it as per your requirement...And apparently there's a proxy running around I didn't know about so we've had that on our plate as well.

...Guys a real fucker, believe me.

I guess I really don't have a choice on that one.

Oh God, is this about what Kelevra said again?

I didn't say that.

You've been glaring at me all day so far.

The guy has a fucking point Annalee! I draw a damn mustache on your face and you go right to tying me to a chair, but now your hiding important shit and you expect me to just trust you when you say you've got it all under control.

Because it's important shit Danny! Shit that is meant for one person to deal with. You have to trust me when I say I know how the fuck it needs to be dealt with and hold the fort while I do.

You never trust me though!

You're right! I don't! Because you have proven time and time again that you can't be trusted!

The fuck are you talking about?

The hospital Danny! I'm talking about the hospital. You think I wasn't going to take an inventory on just what we came out with. You think I wouldn't notice when some of it went missing............For fuck's sake Danny you put the two of us through all that cold turkey shit, made yourself about as useless and sick as you possibly could, and now you've gone and started it all up again!

...Shut up.

Not only that you never listen to anything I say, you proven you can't defend yourself, you haven't shown any drive to ever get out of here, and you think you can come in here, into my home, and ask me to trust you when you act like that?...I on the other hand keep having to save your ass so you might have at least guessed by now that I have your best interest in

Just shut up okay! You act like you're so high and mighty but you're just a drunk who knows how to kill and nothing else!

...Excuse me?

You're just as useless as I am, and you hate that! You act like such a genius because you read those trashy ESP studies. Might I remind you which one of us actually got the degree?

I saved your ass!

And you've just been waiting to kill me haven't you! Just like that Georgia girl you had before me! Because that's all you know how to do!

.........Get out of my house Danny.

...What?

Take your shit! And GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!

[END]

Dealing with Proxies

It's hot as hell here. Summer in the dessert is a fuckin nightmare I'll tell you that.

I probably owe some of you an apology for the last few posts. I've never been good with dealing with people and I jumped into this internet thing much too fast. I realize that now. Been talking with Danny and we both came to a decision to up our discreetness.

In regards to what happened with what Danny was talking about, for his sake I've decided to divulge a few details just to calm some of you assholes down a bit. The less goddamn curiosity there is going around the better.

There's been an issue with a proxy. A bad one who's been hanging around here as of late, sticking his little nose in when I least expect it. This proxy has been looking for some attention, and I'm seeing to it that he doesn't get any. He's a scrawny little bastard with an inflated ego and who isn't worth the energy to type about and the less time you spend thinking about him the better off we'll all be.

In lieu of that, why don't we talk some more about proxies and how not to take their shit.

1. Don’t sit around and listen to bullshit monologues. Proxies love that kind of crap. They love to tell you how awful you are, taunt you, make you feel bad about yourself. If you sit around and listen, it’s your own damn fault when they manage to kick the gun out of your hand. Shoot first, listen to boring monologues later.

2. If you get a note telling you to meet somewhere. Don’t go. Or at least arrive late and set the damn deserted warehouse on fire. If a proxy has useful information, they’ll be a lot quicker to spill it

3. Don't give em the time of day. So many of you idiots waste time talking to proxies like their your annoying drunk cousin at a family reunion. Don't talk to them, don't give them an opportunity to know you or get inside your head!

4. Everybody could be a proxy, and so don't go wandering into dark alleys with that kind man who's going to give you directions. Don't assume you'll be able to tell who the non-proxies are.

5. Don't cooperate with them. Sure they're going to sit there and tell you how much you need them, but I think we can all agree there are other options at times.

6. Be prepared to kill your friends. It happens. Good and kind people become proxies and chances are you will not be able to fix them. You can't hesitate.

7. If there's one thing I hate, it's those proxies who try to tell you you're just as much of a bad person as they are. That's bullshit. Unless you're some kind of fucked up mental patient, your soul person is probably not causing misery for every single innocent person you come across. Remember that.

8. Don't go looking for proxies. It's just a bad plan. Much easier to just let em find you.

9. Don't let a proxy get a hold of your emotions. It doesn't matter how many of your friends they've killed or how many times they've spit in your face. If you get a real thrill of joy out of killing them, you're on a one way ticket to becoming a proxy.

10. Bury the proxies you've killed. Makes you feel better about the people they used to be. It's a good way to cope. Killing proxies is fine, but do it with respect. They are people after all.

The purpose of my last post was NOT to whine about how she wasn't trusting me for fuck's sake, screw you guys, and screw you too, Annalee. The purpose of it was just in case something bad happened. I was just making a note!

I can't be doing blog shit much anymore. I'm doing other more important things with my time and Anna is just being a creep and freaking me out.

Internet Safety

I've been a bit wary about this whole blog thing for a few weeks now. What happened at the hospital, I'm about ninety percent sure it happened because I mentioned our outing. 

And I realized how hard it was to keep from blogging.

It's him, in my head again. Getting me to do things I should know better than to do. It's aggravating is all because I never had this problem until the damn temptation arose...Nowadays it's like I've got twitchy fingers and I just need to type about the stupidest shit. Like how Danny wheezes too much and the dead raccoon I found in the storm cellar, and fuck I'm doing it right now!

It's been bugging me since the incident, but I'm too knee deep now to stop. Journaling just doesn't do it anymore. 

Fucking Slenderman.

So I suppose this is a headsup that outlining plans is not going to be a thing that happens on this blog.

There's a big change coming and I can feel it. Proxies are not what they used to be and I can feel a big shift coming. I'm trying to fix things, but it's all about to get a lot worse and the less you know the better.

So yeah Danny may come on and say shit like, "Annalee is keeping secrets! I thought I could trust her, blah blah blah," but I'm going to make this very clear now. I keep secrets to keep people safe. 

Ideas are very dangerous things ladies and gentlemen. Not everything should be broadcast over the internet and not everything is something I can trust Danny with.

There's just going to be some problems that are going to stay my problems, and telling you about them would make them your problem. As members of the stalked you should all understand that. 

Now you can take that statement as a challenge to torment me until you get the answer you want, you can take it as a sign I'm about to go darkside, or you can put a little faith in a person who's been around for fifteen years and trust I know what I'm doing.

That's all I'm going to say on the matter. 

Okay so, I figured I'd just toss this up here just in case anything happens, because that's what the blog's for and everything.

Annalee has been a little weird ever since we got back from that whole hospital fuckup deal. She's been driving off at night and leaving me alone occasionally, which I'm generally not okay with at all because it's a stupid thing to do, and I don't know why she's doing it, and she's acting kind of, well, dodgy.

Report #4

[03:48:49, 08/5/13]

So we’re here to talk about how the whole hospital bull shit deal went. It was awful. Just putting it out there.

I’d give it a hard five on the scale of shit gone wrong.

Out of what, ten?

Out of the fucks I give. Fuck...my head.

Eloquent as per usual. Okay so basically, what went down was that I got stabbed in the neck with some kind of syringe by the current world’s second biggest ass hole, and a group of his pals nearly cut my eye out.

Nearly as in they waved a knife in front of his face and knicked him.

You know what? Shut up. They scared the shit out me and that definitely counts for a little more injury there. And they cut my eyelid so don’t even go there.

Well consider it a fairly harmless lesson in why we should know the last names of our bosses.

Who... was the guy, anyway?

He wasn’t anyone. Just some shit eating proxy who’s dead as a door nail now.

Yeah, but.... I don’t know. He creeped me the fuck out. I mean I talked to the idiot for about fifteen minutes before he stabbed me. And he spilled coffee on me. Son of a bitch.

Now here’s a daily lesson ladies and gentlemen, when some ass hole spills coffee on you in the middle of your secret hospital infiltration mission, and drags you to a secluded closet where he begins to say things that make you uncomfortable and stir up an instinctual feeling that something is off, the correct response is to knock his teeth out, and then ask questions. Not sit around conversing until he gets the chance to

Oh my god, that was unnecessary. Unlike some people I don’t go around mistrusting everyone and punching people’s teeth out thanks.

And how’s that going for you?

I...... shut up.

Alright, so if you haven’t already guessed, Daniel and I were acquiring equipment from a hospital.

...Yeah.

Danny ran into a proxy who doped him up. And I was doing alright until I got caught in a  loop about halfway through the operation. I’m assuming that was probably when the proxy opened it to take you inside.

[sigh]

That was neat. When did you program sighs?

I told you I redid some of it, didn’t I? After... slender baked the last lot of codes. I thought it needed more of those little audio recognition whatever s.

Yeah, but I wandered around in that hell hole for a while. Ran into some freaky ass shit as per usual. None of it stood out really with the exception of this one...thing.

Thing?

It looked sort of like a person, but it was huge and it had this one yellow eye. Bout scared the shit out of me . Sometimes you see shit and you just don’t mess with it you know?

What was something like that doing... there?

I have a few theories, none of which I feel like discussing when I’m being recorded, and when I’m seeing doubles.

You know that’s not healthy, right? Like... really not healthy.

When did I ever give you the impression I was a healthy individual?

Yeah you’ve got a point. Still though.

Just continue on with the story please.

What have I missed...? That the hospital kind a... died?

Yeah...there was that.

Well, um... we drove off, then drove back, and the place was... rubble.

[pause]

Yeah... and the people said that it was blown up three days ago.

[pause]

And... um... that it? That all you wanted to talk about?

Took care of all four proxies. The one that tripped Danny up was a bit of a tough one, but took care of him.

There’s that, I guess. And we got all the supplies...

And by got he means some shit head loaded up our car when we were stuck in limbo.

Well, yeah, but that’s sort of embarrassing, isn’t it?

No. Embarrassing is when your teacher reads your love note to Dewey  Michaels in the third grade, this was baffling.

...Dewey Michaels?

Kid was a fucking dick.

Wow that was irrelevant.

So are your smart ass comments, Danny.

Actually no. My smart ass comments are a lot more relevant as I’m actually commenting on the thing we’re talking about at the time and not some kid I may or may not have had some stupid crush on in third grade. Thanks.

Danny, why would proxies intentionally aid us in our pursuit to kill the thing they call Daddy?

I don’t know, as a trick? A taunt? A kind of look at us we can give you all the things you need and you’ll still fuck up?

...maybe...

You... don’t agree? Then what were you thinking?

...I don’t know what I think. It’s 4 in the morning and I’m drunk.

Point taken.

Let’s just end it here.

Okay. Well, everyone, you know how all this shit went down. Until next time.

[END]

Home again.

Yeah, we're back. Diggity, dig or some shit.

All give you the short version of how the trip went, that being it was a goddamn train-wreck.

Was it successful? I guess.

If you'll excuse me, there's a bathtub full of moonshine I need to go dunk my head in.