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Going bush

Found another Internet place! Yay! 

Alright, thought I'd better post this now so if we both end up dismembered you'll know why I've stopped posting. 

Simply asking around towns is getting us nowhere, so we're going to drive back to the place where Megan was taken and search the bush. 

I know, we're both incredibly stupid and possibly about to die. 

Still, there is a chance we may find something. And even if Mr. Slendy shows up, we'll just shoot the bastard. That's gotta at least slow him down for a second. 

So yeah. Thought you all would want to know. 

And Anonymous commenter on my last post, if that's you Wheatley, go fuck yourself. 

If not, um...have fun quoting Macbeth? 

On the road again

I’m back Internet! Finally found an internet café so I could log in and update. Got this thing set on a timer so it will be posted a few hours after we leave this town. Try to track that, Wheatley.

Ok, first things first. What the hell, Brian? Why did you write that last post uber formal? You don’t have to write it like an English assignment you know. Dude you’re like the Aussiest Aussie I’ve ever met, it’s actually kinda creepy reading that thing you wrote. It just sounds….wrong coming from you.  Not saying I don’t appreciate you posting while I was…incapacited but it’s still creepy as hell.

No sign of Megan since that day. We’ve been travelling from town to town asking people if they’ve seen anyone of her description, but no luck.
I swear when I next see Slenderdick I’m going to tear off his tentacles and feed them to him. You hear that you wussy little Eldritch Abomination? Don’t get too attached to them.

To be honest, since she was taken nothing has happened to us.  We’ve been moving around every few days and working odd-jobs for petrol and food money, and we’ve seen neither hair nor tentacles of Slendy or any of his proxies. I’m starting to think he only wanted Megan from the start…now that he has her, he’s gone and moved on to stalk other victims. 

Slendy, do you really think if you just ignore us that we’ll go away? Or maybe you knew we’d still come after you, so you’ve just taken her first, and you’re using her to lure us to you?  Or maybe you you only really wanted her but because you’re a sadistic bastard you’re going to lead us in a vain goose chase all over the country?
God now I’m just giving myself a headache.
Well, Slendy does have a very minor case of serious brain damage, so I highly doubt he could think like that anyway.

…wait maybe antagonising that monster isn’t the smartest idea in the world. Oh well. What are the chances he’d ever see this. God I doubt he would be able to read, even if he had eyes.

Well my time’s almost up and the clerk-guy is giving me the evil eyes since he wants to close up shop and go home.

And Roy, just wanted to thank you for your kind comments :) They've really made my night.

Goodbye for now, Internet.

-Aly

Untitled

Brian here, no Aly today.
Allow me to set something straight. I think this whole blogging thing that a lot of people being stalked by Slenderman do is an unbelievably stupid idea. All it is doing is letting the enemy know what your doing at any given time. I'm only writing this because Aly told me to, and I would have felt guilty if I refused. This is probably not going to be very exciting to read, but then again I am not trying to entertain you. I am merely relaying information.

The last time you heard from us was about five days ago when Aly was whining about the tyre going flat, correct? As you should all know, I left Aly and Megan with the caravan while I walked back to the servo we had passed to try and find help. In hindsight I never should have left them, but at the time neither of us had any idea what was going to happen.

Aly said that less then a minute after she posted her last blog entry she heard a knocking at the door. Silly girl as she is, she never thought to look out the window first before opening the door. She says her assailant moved faster then she could see, and violently kneed her in the chest before she could react. While trying to get her breath back she looked up and saw Wheatley was the one who attacked her. He seemed to suddenly snap to attention and stare at the space behind Aly. She turned around to see Slenderman himself had materialised behind her and pulled away the curtains shielding Megan from view and (somehow) sliced through the ties holding her down. The moment she was free she leapt up and hugged him around the middle and yelling "DADDY!", and looking happier then she had ever looked in her entire life. The last thing Aly remembers is him turning to look at her, and then waking up in hospital this morning.

I returned later hitching a ride with a passing Trucker that was heading in the same direction. When we arrived we found that the caravan had been partially crushed, tipped upside down and set on fire with Aly lying unconscious at most a metre away from it. For some reason the car had been untouched. I piled her into the car and drove to the next town large enough to have a hospital. The doctors could not see any real reason why she refused to wake up. She only came to this morning, and she was so frantic to get out and try to track down Megan the doctors almost had to sedate her. Since then she has just stared silently out the window unless I ask her something, and even that only gets a one or two word response. About half an hour ago she came to life and told me what happened before practically ordering me to post it here. I still do not understand why it is so essential that random people over the Internet be told what happened, but it is obviously important to her.

Since the fire destroyed almost everything we owned, our current possessions include
-the $50 total money in both our wallets
-my phone
-the clothes we are wearing
-the packet of chips which were in the glove-box of the car
-her mask which was in the back seat of the car
-the car
-a spare tyre
-my rifle
-a cable tie
-and of course the charred remains and ash of everything else.

The doctors insisted that she stay here overnight to make sure that everything is okay. As soon as the doors open tomorrow morning we are leaving here as fast as we can.

Slenderman, for your own sake I highly suggest that you return Megan right now. Not because I'm going to shoot you, but because the next time Alyce sees you, she is going to strangle you with her bare hands.
Same goes for you, Wheatley.

Waiting

Well, this is great.
Guess what Internet? We've blown a tyre. Oh joy. No idea why. We must have run over a nail or something. And because we're absolute geniuses, we don't have a spare!
I'm lazy and don't want to leave Megan, (who is no longer laughing by the way. She's just giggling like a schoolgirl now) so I'm waiting in the caravan while Brian's walking back to the Shell servo we passed a few minutes ago to try and find a replacement.
Aaaaaand because it's coming back into summer it's bloody boiling in here.
Joy.

Melbourne and laughter

Never thought I would put "Melbourne" and "laughter" in the same sentence.
HEYO
No offence to anyone who lives in Melbourne. It's just every time I've been down there it's either been to visit a dying relative or to go to a funeral so it's always been depressing.
That and it's always either overcast or raining.
Today's not so bad though. There are some gaps in the clouds.

As you can probably gather from the title, we've been moving around the Melbourne area for a few days. Probably not the smartest idea in the world to post our position for all to see, but we left a few hours ago so it should be safe now.

To be honest not a lot has been happening. We've really just been hopping caravan parks around the place. There's not an awful lot to do in Melbourne from the inside of a caravan. Although, to be fair we could be in the middle of LA or something and still have nothing to do from in here.
Right, next time we stop for petrol or food or whatever, I am buying a pack of cards.

I was outside for more than five minutes today. We stayed in Werribee last night, so before we left this morning I went to go visit my grandparents' grave.  I wasn't really expecting  to gain anything from it....and it was probably a very silly idea (don't worry, Brian has already told me off for it), but this is the first time I've been back to Melbourne since Granny died (she was the 'close to the family' person I mentioned a few months ago)...I couldn't just leave without going and seeing them.
I didn't get to linger there for very long; about ten minutes after I arrived my Uncle walked in. Luckily my grandparents were buried in the Olive Grove part of the cemetery, and they're buried under a tree that I was able to quickly duck behind so he never managed to get a clear look at me while I walked out. He would have to know there's something wrong by now...he usually called mother almost every night. I can't tell him what happened without putting him in danger...but it still seems horribly unfair leaving him with no idea what happened.
If someone ever manages to kill that thing I'll tell him the truth. Sure I'll probably be declared insane, but he deserves to know.

So there's the 'Melbourne' part of this posting.
The 'laughter' is concerning Megan.
I try to talk to her everyday, but I guess I'm a pants-on-head-retard for never thinking to simply ask how she was feeling (thank you Jade Rabbit for suggesting it and reminding me). God I'm a terrible sibling.
Anyway I asked her about an hour ago, and she just started laughing. Like, full-on hysterical laugher. I'm guessing this is better then being totally catatonic, but it's actually creepier. She's still going now. I'm sort of hoping she'll tire herself out doing this so she can actually get some sleep for a change. Brian's threatening to gag her if she's still going when he goes to bed.
Still...I would really like to know what she's finding so amusing... should we be concerned?
Well I'm going to sign off now since it's my turn to make dinner. Campbell's tomato soup, yay!

Later, Internet

-Aly

Outcome (part 2)

Oh whoops, Forgot all about this.
Can you really blame me though? I didn't even think it was possible, but things are twice as hectic now as they used to be. Thank god for Brian's caravan. I think we'd be pretty screwed without that.

Oh wait, I haven't told you guys about him yet have I. Alright, that's  where I cut off last time.
Well, I met him, what, must have been five days ago now when Wheatley still had Megan.
Ok, so mega early that morning I went and found the note opposite Hungry Jacks ((Translation: Wheatley, that means Burger King to you, apparently)).
Well, it was a bit bigger than just some note. It was a pretty heavy duty envelope to be honest. I'm actually really, really glad I was there that early, since I'm sure people would have thought I was part of a drug deal or something if they saw me.
If someone had come over to question me, I would just have had to sprint as far away as possible, since even though there weren't any drugs in there, there was a gun, and ordinary people aren't really supposed to have them.
So, yeah. I have a gun now. Cool. No idea how to fire the damn thing properly, but Brian said he'll teach me.
Sorry, sorry, getting off topic again. I do that a lot.

Ok, so this note told me to go over to Sumner Park and to kill some guy who was hanging out in one of the warehouses there.
Call me a wimp if you want, but I'm a Christian, and I'm really not comfortable with murdering someone. Even if it is to save a family member.
I know I've made death threats against Wheatley, but to be fair he's earned it. And technically I can say it's self-defence.
What choice did I have though. I went and drove over there, (having a quick laugh at some nervous looking guy quickly walking back from the brothel that's over there to his car), and arrived at the place this guy was supposed to be. I was planning to try and scare the guy and maybe provoke him into trying to attack me first so it wouldn't feel like plain old murder so much, so I donned my trippy mask before going inside.

The place was completely empty, apart from a lone caravan and a pretty beaten up looking car. Oddly enough, there was what sounded like some sort of Polka music drifting from one of its windows.
I crept up to the door and was just about to kick it open and jump in shouting random noises, but to my surprise it seemingly banged open on its own, and less than half a second later I had a hunting rifle aimed between my eyes.
"I've been watching you. You're far to nervous to be a proxy. Who put you up to this?" the man said.
"Um...I don't actually know...I just call him Wheatley..." I replied. I can't even begin to describe how weird this whole thing was. Have you ever had a relatively normal conversation when someone's aiming a gun at your head? It's really, really, really bizarre, and maybe even bordering on awkward.
He kicked the pistol out of my hand which was hanging limply at my side, then motioned for me to go in and sit down on one of the chairs opposite the door before retrieving the gun from the floor and sticking it in one of his coat pockets.
"Wheatley?" he asked,
"He's a proxy, but he acts just like this character from Portal 2 called Wheatley..." I said, still feeling awkward as hell.
Sitting down as well (but still keeping his rifle handy), he said "Oh wait, yeah I know the guy. Tries to make himself appear sophisticated but he's an utter moron. Brown hair, blue eyes"
I just nodded and then took my mask off. It seemed pretty silly to keep wearing it, and I highly doubt it would be able to block a rifle bullet fired at point-blank range.
He glanced at it, "Nice mask. So, who is he holding hostage to make you try and kill me?"
I awkwardly stared at my lap "Um...my younger sister."
He whistled. "Ah. I see your dilemma."
"Yeah," I said, "is it unfair to ask that you just shoot yourself so I can go tell Wheatley that I killed you so I can get her back?"
He just laughed "Just a tad, yes. Nah don't worry mate. I've been planning for a situation like this. I've got some fake blood in a draw somewhere around here. I'll just pour some over my front, keep it covered with my coat, and then you chase me out of here and shoot over my shoulder, I'll fall down, coat falls open, and any proxy watching will see the fake blood and thing you shot me. Then you go and drop my "body" off in the river. It's so murky anyone watching won't be able to see me swimming off. I'll go hide in the mangroves for an hour or so, you go get your sister back, and everyone's a winner."
I just blinked. How bored would he have had to have been one day to actually sit down and think that whole thing out? Good thing he did though.

I asked him what his story was, and if he had any idea why if Slendy's proxies wanted him dead so much, why did they send me to kill him instead of doing it themselves. Apparently he's been on the run for a good three years now. His friend, Dave started being stalked, and asked him for help. He didn't believe him at the time, but when he went over to his house one day to return a game he had borrowed, he found his friend pressed against the family room wall with TPF in full tentacle mode walking towards him. Brian did the only reasonable thing, and picked up the cricket bat leaning against the door and ran towards it screaming bloody murder. He swung at the thing, but it vanished.
They hitched up his Dave's caravan to his car and started running that very night.
He wouldn't go into details, but somewhere along the line he picked up his hunting rifle, and eventually ended up shooting a proxy that came after them. He said since then he must have killed at least half a dozen, until they eventually learned to stop coming after him. So now I knew why they sent me after him. Better to get the annoying nerd who might be a threat killed rather than one of their own.
I can't say I'm entirely comfortable with how nonchalant he appeared to be about shooting half a dozen people. Yes they were proxies..but they were still people!

They were left alone for a few months, and they started to think it was over, and they got lazy. One day, Brian went out by himself to get supplies rather than both of them leaving. When he got back, he found the inside of the caravan looking like a cyclone had passed through and messed everything up. He searched around the outside and eventually found a blood trail leading to bush behind the park. He followed it, and after some time found Dave's gutted body hanging from a tree by his own small intestine.

Cue awkward silence.

"Oh....I'm sorry for your loss..." I said.
He nodded "Yeah. So are we going to do this? I'm sure you're wanting to get your sister back."

The plan went perfectly. I've never fired a gun before though, so the shot that was supposed to just wizz over his shoulder actually ended up flying way over his head.
There may be a dead bird somewhere around there now.
So yeah, on the way to the river we exchanged phone numbers in case we needed to contact each other again, and then I rolled him off some run-down looking jetty down the side of an empty house and then left.
Anyone watching would have seen the occasional burst of bubbles making its way towards the mangroves and would have thought it was a fish.

And you all know what happens from here. I go get Megan, take her to a hotel, and then she tries to kill me.
That "other location" I mentioned is Brian's caravan. After Megan's episode I called him and convinced him to come get us, and we've been with him since.
Question, have any of you ever tried living with an imprisoned proxy?
Well...there's never a dull moment. That's all I'm going to say.
I'm hoping once they discover where we are and who we're with Brian's reputation will keep any would-be attackers away (I'm looking at you Wheatley!).

So yeah. That's everything.
I don't suppose anyone here knows how to 'cure' a proxy, do they? It would be really helpful right now.

Later, Internet
-Aly