20-03-14 10:57 pm

You're all probably wondering where I went, again.

Well, I'll tell you, starting with my first mission.

Slenderman slenderwalked us out of the house and Hoodie led me to a certain section, after making sure my mask was secure told me to find 'him' and incapacitate 'him'.

I asked Hoodie who he was and he just chuckled, saying I would know him when I saw him.

I turned away for a second and when I turned back he was gone.

Now this, faint, comforting melody went silent and I was left all alone.

I did the sane thing and ran. I didn't know where I was, I didn't know where to go, I just needed to get away.

Because of that mindset I didn't see the other person until it was too late. I ran straight into him and we both fell to the ground. He let out a strangled gasp and quickly pushed me off, turning on a flashlight and shining it at me as he scooted away.

I carefully got up and shielded my eyes from the light as he screamed, "WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

I started to speak only to find that my mask effectively muffled my words. So I gestured helplessly.

He stood up and finally got a good look at my mask, "YOU? YOU'RE DEAD!"

I remember being completely confused until he punched me in the face- mask I mean, surprisingly it didn't crack but I still stumbled backwards from the blow.

"I KNEW YOU WERE REAL, YOU STARTED THE FIRE!"

Something started to rise in me and he continued yelling at me, I didn't know what fire he could be talking about, but I certainly didn't start it.

When he threw another punch I was ready. I let my body take control as I grabbed his arm and swept his feet out from under him. He hit the ground with a muffled thump and I hit him a couple more times in the face to make sure he stayed down.

Once I backed away Hoodie suddenly swooped in and searched through the man's pockets, finally pulling out a half-filled bottle of pills. "Okay, we're done here."

I nodded and fully expected to be slenderwalked back to the mansion, but we weren't.

We got sent to a police station, a fairly new one by the looks of it and I turned to Hoodie curiously.

He just stared at it and said, "Bastards, right FB?"

I felt myself move forwards and touch the side of the building, but I never told myself to move.

I watched fearfully as I pulled one of the bags out of my pocket and lifted my mask slightly, "Can I burn it down again?"

Hoodie nodded, "Go ahead, they're asking for it."

I blacked out as I walked through the doors.

When I came to again I was standing beside Hoodie again, and I could feel the intense heat from the other side of the wall.

I still wasn't in control of my actions but whoever was controlling my body was 'kind' enough to glance around, allowing my to see crudely barricaded doors and the solid wall of flames behind the windows.

Faintly I could hear screams from inside, gradually growing louder and louder the more I focused on them. Pitifully wailing, pleading, calling for help, crying in agony.

Hoodie had removed enough of his mask to drink some water and after he smirked, "Having fun FFF?"

I could only watch helplessly as the firemen arrived and attempted to put out the flames, only to find that water simply aggravated them. By the time they realized that it was too late to have any hope of putting it out, or save the people within. The screams were drowned out by the crackling of the fire and Hoodie backed away from the heat. I couldn't.

I regained control of my body as the flames died down, revealing the blackened remains of the police station. I fell to my knees, coughing from smoke inhalation, the screams still ringing in my ears, I just killed at least a dozen people. Even if I didn't set the fire I could have done something to stop it.

I heard Hoodie chuckle behind me, "I think that's enough for one week."

We got slenderwalked back to the mansion and I simply went upstairs, coughing and collapsed on my bed, not bothering to change into something less smoke-smelling. I didn't want to move for forever. I managed a few days.

During that time not even Jeff hammering on the door yelling death threats could get me to move, although a beautiful song almost did, almost.

Today at noon Slenderman just slender-walked me downstairs and forced me to eat something. The others crowded around, asking questions about my mission.

Multiple times the guilt has almost felt strong enough to kill me, but after answering question after question, and being forced to mentally relive it a few dozen times to make sure I got every detail right... It's not killing me anymore.

Anyways, that's what happened.