Why does every thing have to be so damn complicated?

We caught up to Eight and had a peculiar conversation.

As soon as I approached him, he said "Don't come any closer."
"Why not?" I asked.
"It's not easy for me to keep the beast caged," He replied.
"You're referring to HELLFIRE, right?" I asked.
"Yes," He answered.
"Does that mean that Malkator's free?" Myrir asked.
"Not quite," Eight said.
"And by that you mean?" I asked.
"HELLFIRE has now claimed my body as it's host," Eight explained. "But Malkator has begun to fear himself. Darkness lingers in his heart, and his self loathing will only serve to make it stronger."
"Where is he now?" Myrir asked.
"He is actively seeking the Game Master," He answered. "He seeks to end this tournament by eliminating the one who put it together."
"He's going to kill the Game Master," I clarified.
"Yes," He said. "And in addition, yet another Fear has taken an interest in him."
"Which one?" I asked.
"She is the demon who targets those who despise their reflection," Eight said.
"Crap!" I exclaimed, realizing that he was referring to the Mother of Snakes. "Where can we find him?"
"I'm afraid I can't help you there," Eight said. "His movements are too erratic. I can't seem to trace him."
"Fuck!" I shouted. I then removed my glove and sent some of the Convocation. I need to find him no matter what.
"I'll be taking my leave now," Eight said.
"You're not coming with us?" Myrir asked.
"I'd be a danger to all of you," Eight said. "Besides, I now have a new goal. HELLFIRE has enlightened me. With the Dying Man's help, I can achieve the freedom that the Game Master has denied me."

He then disappeared. I'm not sure what he meant by that, but I think he plans to kill the Game Master as well.

We are so fucked. I hope the Convocation finds them soon.

Ever been bludgeoned with a thick-as-hell hardcover book before? Well, I just was, and it was painful.

So, long story short, Myrir saw my last post, and she was pissed.

Ouch.

So anyway, the convocation spotted good ol' Malky earlier. Or maybe it was the Dying Man. Probably the latter. I hope not, 'cuz I really liked Malkator better.

We went to go find him, but he was gone by the time we got there.

We did find something else though.

A message had been carved into a randomly placed brick wall.


"Beware of HELLFIRE. It will burn away your soul."


I don't really get it, but I have one idea.

The Dying Man inside Malkator tried to extinguish his light. "Burn away your soul".

I think HELLFIRE is the Dying Man.

This is just a guess. I don't know for sure.

I think Malkator left that note for us. I think he might be resisting HELLFIRE's influence.

Don't lose yourself man. You still owe me a death match.

The convocation just spotted Eight. We're gonna try to catch up to him before he leaves.

Okay, I did it, and I sort of regret it.

I had Alexander sing a lullaby for the others. They fell fast asleep.

I took the opportunity and stole the book. The moment I opened it and looked at the pages, all of his memories flowed into my brain. I almost woke the others up when I dropped the book in alarm.

I'm not gonna post everything I saw. Just the last bit of it.

Something shocking happened before this part, but I'd rather not describe it. It was... gruesome, to say the least.

I'll start with Malkator running. As fast as he could from another boy. Malkator was nine. The other boy was a couple years older.

Malkator ran into a library. It was empty. No one, not even the employees, were around.

He hid behind a bookshelf as the other kid entered.

"Why did you do it!?" The boy shouted.

Years fell down Malkator's face as he thought I didn't mean to. That wasn't supposed to happen.


"Where the fuck are you hiding!" The boy demanded. "Come out here, now!"

Malkator stayed hidden, but it wasn't long before the other boy found him. He began pulling books from the shelves and chucking them angrily at Malkator.

"Why did you do it!?" He shouted, as a hardcover book hit Malkator in the shoulder. "Why did you kill her!?"
"It was an accident!" Malkator sobbed. "I didn't mean to!"
"What a load of bollocks!" The boy yelled. "I'll kill you like you killed my sister!"

The boy didn't get a change to do so. An invisible force separated the two of them. Malkator turned around to see that the Blind Man was now standing behind him.

"Who the bloody hell are you!" The boy demanded.
"Tell me your name," The Blind Man said. It wasn't a request.
"Why should I tall you, ya old coot?" The boy demanded.
"Tell me your name," The Blind Man repeated, more assertive this time.
"It's Damien Monroe," The boy said.

The Blind Man wrote it in his book faster than Malkator could blink. The boy began looking around, quizzically.

"Where am I?" He asked. "Who are you? Who am I?"
"What did you do?" Malkator asked.
The Blind Man turned his head to face Malkator. "I've made him forget," He said simply.

Two more people entered the scene. There was a tall, muscular man, with a large golf club case at his side. The other was a 13-year-old girl with dark hair. I recognized her as Myrir.

"Will this boy be inducted into the Archive?" The man asked.
The Blind Man nodded.
"Very well," The man said, placing a hand on the boys shoulder. "Your new name is Martyr Omega. Come with me."

As they left, the Blind Man turned to leave as well, but Malkator grabbed him by the sleeve.

"You can erase peoples memories?' He asked.
The Blind Man nodded.
"Can you do the same for me?" Malkator asked.
"Why do you wish to forget?" The Blind Man asked.
"I don't want to remember what I did to her," Malkator sobbed. "Please, make me forget it."
"You realize that you will forget more than just the incidents of today," The Blind Man said. "You will forget everything."
"I don't care," Malkator pleaded. "Just take these memories away."
The Blind Man opened his book and turned to Malkator. "Tell me your name."
"Benjamin Malkator."


And that's where it ends. That's his story. His memories weren't stolen. He gave them up willingly.

There are more to his memories than that. The Fears were involved heavily in his childhood. So much so, that Malkator actually learned some interest secrets about them in his youth. And now those secrets are in my head as well. The convocation is grateful to learn this information.

I'm going to return this book to Myrir's bag before the lullaby wears off. I hope she doesn't figure it out.

I'm trying to resist the temptation, but it's like that book is calling me. Myrir's keeping the book inside her bag, and won't let anyone touch it. Maybe while she's sleeping...

NO!! Get a hold of yourself, Andrew. This is invasion of privacy your contemplating.

But I'm so curious.

So is the Convocation. They want to know Malkator's dirty little secret as much as I do. Maybe more.

I'm sorry, my feathered friends. I can't do it. I just can't.

You make a good point, Alexander. Maybe I should.

No! It's stupid. I shouldn't even be thinking about this.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! I don't know what to do.

Aha! Finally guessed his password. Hey, this is Crow. Last time I posted, Malkator logged in for me.

So, Something crazy just happened. We were chilling in this building (I think it was a bishop). Malkator was kind of being a prick, saying we should enjoy fighting and stuff, when suddenly Myrir (or either Butterfly or Epsilon, as some people know her) pulled a gun on him.

"You're not the you I remember," She said.
"Oh? What makes you say that?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Even as a Martyr you weren't this violent," She said. "There's something wrong with you, and I can't believe it took me this long to figure it out."
"I don't understand what you're implying," He said.
"Benjamin, this is hard for me to say," She said, taking a gulp. "But you've been possessed by the Dying Man."

Then something happened to him. At first he looked shocked, but then he tilted his head back and started laughing maniacally.

Then the Dying Man spoke.

"That was very perceptive of you," He said, opening his eyes, which had turned yellow and now had slits for pupils. "You've truly earned your title, Collector Epsilon."
"Collector Epsilon is dead," She said. "I am the Butterfly."
"Whatever," The Dying Man replied.
"You mean you've been controlling him this whole time?" Algeria asked.
"Of course not," The Dying Man said. "He was far to strong-willed for me to control at first. I had to extinguish his light first."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Myrir demanded.
"Such a dirty mouth," The Dying Man chuckled. "You should really censor yourself. And to answer you questions, I have been living within This boy since he traversed through the Godsway after the 'Battle of the Demi-Gods', as he calls it. Since then, I've been gradually increasing the darkness in his heart. Now, It has finally eclipsed his light, and the Demi-God's body now belongs to me!"
"You monster!" Myrir shouted at him(it?).
"Who is the true monster?" The Dying Man asked. "Me, or the Demi-God?"
"What?" Myrir asked.
"I didn't make him evil," The Dying Man explained. "I just tempered the evil that was already there. He's always been wicked, even before he began serving the Blind Man."
"What do you mean?" I asked, somewhat curious.

He reached into the backpack and pulled out a thick leather bound book, which he tossed to Myrir.

"His memories," He said. "That book contains the first nine years of his life, including the secret sin he wished to forget. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'm gonna go somewhere more open to test out my fancy new body."
"You're not going anywhere," Myrir said, raising the gun to his head.
"Do you really intend to kill the man you love?" He asked.

Myrir hesitated, and he seized the moment and set the place on fire. Apparently he can do that. We fled, and he started running. Eight chased after him. Not sure where they both went.

We're all fine. He left his laptop behind, mainly because Sound and Eight were using it to watch hent- I mean anime! Anime is what they were watching!

Ahem. Anyway, Myrir's kept the book shut, saying that none of us should be digging into his past. Even she refuses to look at it.

We're going to try looking for them. I'd send Alexander, but he sort of burnt his wing earlier, and seeing as Malkator and Eight are bot capable of teleportation, it would be pointless either way.

Well, I must be of. Later, peeps.

All The Pretty Colors Of The Blood

What was I worried about? There's no problem with the violence. This is a life or death tournament, isn't it? It's kill or be killed. And killing just feels so wonderful.

We were attacked earlier by a group of Lilim. I killed them all myself. I didn't give Crow or the others an opportunity to kill. And why should I? I see no reason to share my victims with anyone else.

And the power! It's coming back! My first arm blade has reached it's full size, and the second one is growing as well! And my vision has reached it's full power. I tested it out on the proxies. The one they call "Sound" is destined to clash with Daniel Ferris. I didn't see the outcome of that battle, but I can assume Daniel can handle himself against such a weak proxy. The girl by the name of "Lotus" is destined to fall in love with some one, only to see that person die before her very eyes. I couldn't see Myrir's destiny very well. I assume that's because the Fears are heavily involved in her future.

The others are getting scared of me. I don't see why. I'm fighting for my survival, why not seek some enjoyment in it?

I'm signing off now. I'll post the next time I get a chance.

Collector Epsilon

I have a lot of news for you today, my readers. And by "My readers" I mean "The Dying Man".

First off, more of my powers have returned. My vision's range is maxed out now and I can summon my arm blade again. I'm also starting to grow a second blade on my other arm.

The we ran into the proxies. I recognized two of them as the proxies who were accompanying O'Zalia before the Battle of the Demi Gods. They didn't seem like they wanted to fight.

The woman wearing the butterfly mask stepped forward. So need I. We stood there for a moment before she spoke.

"We've been sent to assist you," She said.

"And why should I believe that?" I asked.

"You can trust me," She insisted.

"Remove your mask," I ordered.

"What?" She asked.

"Remove your mask," I repeated. "Then I'll believe you."

"But-"

"Remove the mask, or else," I drew my cutlass, "I'll remove it myself."

She removed it. I suppose I could say I was shocked to learn her identity, but that would be a lie. I've been suspicious since I first saw her before the battle.

"Why!?" I demanded. "Why did you join him!?"

"I didn't have any other options," Collector Epsilon said. "If I didn't join Slender Man, the Martyrs would have killed me."

I had to physically resist the urge to slap her. I was mad. Actually, that would be an understatement. We argued for quite a while. I don't remember the full details of it, but I almost punched her in the face. I managed to calm down after a while. Now their travelling with us, but Eight says they can't interfere with any fights unless another competitor attacks them.

Also, O'Zalia and Ren are both in this tournament. Assuming they don't kill each other, I might get a chance to settle the score with both of them.

I'm scared. Not of the tournament, not of the Game Master, not of O'Zalia and Ren. I'm scared of myself. Myrir is right. I'm changing. I'm becoming more violent and dangerous. I've been trying to deny it, but it gets harder with each passing moment.

The Fear Of Victory

That's what Crow says about the Game Master. Eight wouldn't answer any of our questions, so we decided to discuss among ourselves who the Game Master might be. By the way, Eight is the nickname we've given to our new companion.

Anyway, I suggested that he might represent the fear of losing at some thing. Crow agreed with that theory, but he suggested there might be more to it than that.

According to him, that Enhanced from before was the first person he had killed in this tournament. He let the others that he had defeated live. After his victory, the Aces appeared and took the losers away. He didn't know what happened to them after that. They could have been executed or tortured, or any number of horrible things. Crow says that he's not sure whether or not it would be more merciful to just kill them himself.

And that's where his theory comes from. The Game Master is the fear of losing, but he's also the fear of what happens to others when you win. This is all speculation. Eight won't confirm or deny any of it.

Anyway, we have to go. Alexander spotted a group of masked Slender proxies. We're going to go check it out.

The Crow.

Hey guys. This is Andrew Miles, or, as Malkator and the others know me now, the Crow. The reason I'm making this past is because Malkator recently learned my true identity and insisted that I "get my ass on the computer and tell the world exactly what I am."

You see, a couple hours ago, Malkator and I got in a nasty fight with what I believe were Enhanced. There were to of them. It was a long, drawn out battle. The guy I was fighting was surprisingly tough, but I managed to beat him somehow. I then realized that I had lost track of Malkator. I then saw Alexander flying above me. He informed me that Malkator had taken his fight to the top of a nearby building.

It was a giant knight chess piece, and Malkator was fighting the Enhanced on top of the horses nose. I threw the end of my whip into the air, and Alexander grabbed it and lifted me into the sky. He dropped me off between the two of them.

They were both exhausted. I turned to Malkator and told him "I'll take it from here."
I turned to the Enhanced, who got back on his feet. Malkator tried to charge at him, but I electrocuted him as he ran past me. He dropped to his hands and knees.
"I said I'd take it from here," I said.
The Enhanced appeared to recognize me. "You're the Crow, aren't you!?" He demanded. "I recognize those electrical powers, and that bird!"
Admittedly, I got a little carried away when he insulted Alexander like that. "They are not just birds!" I shouted at him. "Their talons can level the mountains! Their mighty wing-beats shake the heavens! Their beaks can tear through the universe itself! They are the Convocation, and I am their Nest!"
I charged at him and grabbed him around the neck. I don't like to kill people unless I absolutely have to, but this guy had attack Malkator and insulted Alexander. I won't stand for either of those things. With my hand around his throat, I started pumping him full of lightning. I swear, burnt flesh has the most terrible smell to it.

Malkator got pretty pissed at me. He tried to kill me, but I managed to stun him again and used the opportunity to explain my story.

When I was ten, I was diagnosed with juvenile diabetes. It meant that my pancreas could no longer function properly. I had to inject myself with artificial insulin, and check my blood multiple times every day. And then there was the diet. I couldn't have sweets, or soda, or anything of the like.

I was stuck like that for two years. Then they came. The Convocation offered me an escape from my disease in exchange for my servitude. I agreed on the condition that They wouldn't force me to kill anyone unless it was unavoidable. They were okay with that. And that's how I became a nest.

As for the electrical powers, I'm not sure how that works. The Convocation can create lightning, and for some reason I can use it as well. I don't have any range, though. I can only electrocute something if I'm making contact with it, or if I'm at least connected to it by a conductive material. So far, I think I might be the only nest who can do this. I don't interact with the others often.

Then there's Alexander. He's different. He took a blow to the head some time ago, and his connection to the hivemind has been warped ever since. He's still linked to the rest of the Convocation, but he's developed his own personality. And that personality enjoys his freedom. He's not to fond of being cooped up inside a human body. When I met Malkator, I had to send Alexander away so that he wouldn't grow suspicious.

Malkator's still mad, but he understands that we have to help each other in order to make it through the tournament. He warned me that once the remaining competitors have been eliminated, he's going to fight me to the death.


I look forward to it.


I opened up Malkator's YouTube account on a separate tab and I found a bunch of Hatsune Miku music in his favorites list. I guess he likes her music. I've been playing them loudly in the background while I type. I think it's cheering him up a bit. Hard to tell.

I'm signing off now. Goodbye.

A Brief Rest

We had been here for days (I'm assuming. I haven't really been paying attention), and we were all out of food, fortunately, we managed to find a store. It was a small place in the shape of a pawn. There was a sign on the door saying "THIS STORE IS NEUTRAL GROUND - FIGHTING IS NOT PERMITTED INSIDE".

We entered to see a man operating the front desk. He had shoulder length black hair, and wore a red jacket over a black t-shirt and blue jeans. He was wearing a weird looking mask. It was white, and bore the symbol of the club. On top of the symbol was a fancy looking 8. He was reading a dirty magazine, which, as amusing as it was, was a little weird considering his mask didn't have eye-holes. It didn't have any straps or string either, which raised the question of how it was staying on his face.

I had some money on me, but not much. So we agreed to get just what we needed to survive. And booze. We unanimously agreed to buy booze. Algeria was the only only one there who was old enough, so we asked her to buy for us. As soon as I asked, I heard the masked man's voice from across the room.

"I don't card," He said. "You can relax."
"How did you hear me from over there?" I asked. "I was practically whispering."
"I have good hearing," He said. "What are you guys looking to buy?"

We got together a few groceries. I picked up some jerky and granola bars, with a couple bottles of vodka. Algeria got some poptarts and a jug of orange juice. Andrew got a loaf of bread, some peanut butter, and a candy bar. We got up to the register and asked him how much it would cost.

"126 points," He replied.
"Points?" I asked.
"Yes," He replied. "Benjamin Malkator, total point value: 355. Algeria Touchshriek, total point value: 75. Andrew Miles, total point value: 578. Each competitor earns a certain number of point with each victory depending on how hard you fought and how you defeated your opponent."
"How did you rack up so many?" I asked Andrew.
"I beat about 6 people so far," He said. "Tell you what, I'll cover all of this. Just my way of sayinh thanks for letting me email my girl back home."
"That's generous of you," I told him.
"No problem," he said.

So Andrew payed for every thing and then we went on to win the tournament, I was reunited with Collector Epsilon and we got married and had three beautiful children and we lived happily ever after.

I wish that was what happened. But alas, everything went to hell once everything was paid for. A freakin' hand grenade crashed through the window, and next thing we knew the entire store was up in flames. We managed to save all the food we got and dragged the unconscious shop keeper out of there. There was a Timberwolf outside, readying another grenade. Andrew immediately pulled a whip from his bag and disarmed the man. I was about to join the fight, but someone else interfered before I got the chance.

He appeared out of thin air, facing us. He stabbed the Timberwolf straight through the hear with a tanto which he held in a reverse grip. He wore an assassin's gi, and his mask looked much like the shopkeeper's mask, only it displayed the symbol of an Spade and the letter A. The Timberwolf fell to the ground, dead, and his assailant approached us.

"How is the Eight of Clubs?" He asked.
"He's still alive," I informed him.
"I would like you to stay with the Eight of Clubs until he recovers," He said. "My name is the Ace of Spades.  I am the one who punishes rule-breakers. If you defy me, it will be the last mistake you ever make."

After he left, we waited for the Eight of Clubs to regain consciousness. When he came to, he was rather disappointed to find his shop in ruins.

"Are you gonna be all right?" I asked.
"I'll be fine," He said. "As for the shop, the Diamonds will repair everything in time. Until then, would you mind if I traveled with you?"
"I can't guarantee your safety if you do," I told him.
"I'm well aware of all of your abilities," He said. "I'm sure I'll be safe in your hands. And my knowledge could be helpful to you."

He was right. I don't know a damned thing about this world. A member of the deck could become an invaluable ally. So We agreed to invite into the team. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must indulge myself in sweet, sweet intoximacation.

Delicious

Good news. My powers are coming back. Slowly, but surely, I'm regaining my strength. I can see farther now. I can't see through things or see destiny yet.

I encountered a nest earlier. Almost died. I'm not the only one who's getting his power back. The Rocs had regained some of their lightning. And I now know how painful electricity is. I managed to eat them all, but a few of my tongues were fried in the process. I'm not gonna lie; They tasted like chicken. The nest wasn't nearly as yummy.

I had to take a break after that fight. Then some guy showed up. 'Bout my age, jet black hair, wearing a tattered and burnt jacket, with a glove covering his left hand. He was also wearing a fanny pack. I thought he was going to ambush us, but surprisingly enough, he decided to help me. He had a bunch of needles and thread in his bag, which he used to sew up some of my wounds. He also used some disinfectant on them, which stung like a bitch.

"Who are you?" I demanded.
"The names Andrew Miles," He replied.
"You're not an Oathbreaker, are you?" I asked.
"What the hell is an Oathbreaker?" He responded.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked.
"They're the servants of the Plague Doctor," Algeria told him.
"Oh yeah," He said. "That does sound kind of familiar. I assure you, I'm not with them."
"You don't know much about what's going on, do you?" I asked.
"I don't really know about all the Fears," He said. "I know a lot about the Archangel, the Slender Man, and the Convocation, but I'm not all that familiar with the others. Speaking of the birds, that was some nice work you did on that nest. I'm impressed."
"Thanks," I replied.
"You're Benjamin Malkator, right?" He asked.
"How do you know about me?" I demanded.
"I've heard rumors about the Demi-God out to eliminate the Fears," He told me.
"My reputation precedes me," I said.

So now he's an official member of the group. He was interested to learn that there was internet access here. As soon as I told him, he asked if he could send an email to him girlfriend (yes, he has a fanny pack and a girlfriend). I told him I could spare a little bit of battery life for that, so I handed the laptop over to him. And then something weird happened. When he gave it back to me, I checked the battery. It was fully charged. It was only at 52% when I handed it to him. What. The. Hell.

The Visionary Kills Again.

This is Algeria. I'm typing this post on Malkator's behalf, because he seems to be too caught up in the game to type. He can't sit still long enough to write anything. We're hiding out in a giant bishop right now. I'm on his computer, he's off practicing with his new sword.

We had a pretty intense encounter earlier. I'll try to document what happened as best as I can. We were walking toward what we hoped was the center of the city. Suddenly this guy dual-wielding cutlasses jumped out of no where and attacked us. Malkator drew his knife and fought back. I surprised by how well he was doing. He only had one good arm and a knife and he still had the upper-hand against the man with two frickin' swords. It wasn't long before Malkator managed to crush one of his opponents collar bones with the handle of his knife.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The man laughed. "This is an exciting game, isn't it? You must be loving the violence as much as I am, right?"
"Who do you work for?" Malkator demanded, putting his knife away and picking up the sword the man had dropped.
"I am a servant to the mistress of strings," He replied. "And you must be the Demi-God I've been warned about, right?"
"You're a willing doll, then?" Malkator asked.
"Uh-huh," He said.
"Do you know a man named Hiroshi Isamu?"
"Can't say I do," He answered. "So what do you think of this place? I this it's wonderful! All these people being forced to fight! It's like something the Mistress would put together!"
"You're getting on my nerves," Malkator said.
"You're right," He said. "We've still gotta continue our fight. But this time, I won't hold back."

Then they had a one-handed sword fight. It was pretty fast paced and I could barely follow what was going on. A few minutes in, Malkator managed to slash the man's throat. And that was the end of it.

"Well, that was disappointing," Malkator said. "He died way to quickly. I was hoping I'd be able to torture him a bit before ending his life." He then whipped out some of his tongues and ate the guys corpse. I don't think I'm ever going to get used to that.

The he undid the knots on his hoody and started flexing his arm.

"Is it okay?" I asked him.
"I can regenerate a bit by consuming energy," He replied, making the hoody into a makeshift belt and sliding the sword through it. He then handed me the other sword, saying we'd need to arm ourselves. We were about to leave the area when we noticed another competitor leaning against a wall.

"Who are you?" Malkator demanded, drawing his sword in one hand and his gun in the other.
"O'Zalia mentioned you before, Demi-God," He said. "He said you'd try to kill me soon."
"O'Zalia?" Malkator replied. "That means you're a slender proxy."
"That's right," He confirmed. "But not your average proxy." He stood up straight and punched the wall, causing a decent sized crack.
"You're an Enhanced," Malkator said.
"My full strength is limited right now," He said. "But even so, I'm one of the best."
"Would I be correct in assuming your name is Quan?" Malkator asked.
"That's right," He said. "You catch on fast. Any way, I didn't come to fight. I came to observe you. And you don't disappoint. Even in you injured state, you still fight like a boss."
"I was trained by Martyr Beta himself," Malkator said. "I don't like the man, but I won't deny that his training paid off in the end."
"But it's pretty obvious your strength is being suppressed as well," Quan said. "What do you say we put off our fight until we're both at full power, huh?"
"Sound like a fun challenge," Malkator said. "Try not to die before then."
"I could say the same to you," Quan said. Then he left.

And now we're here in this building, taking a rest. At least, I am. Malkator's still playing with his sword. I'm gonna go now. See you later.

An Ally

I seem to have lost sense of time. The only clock I have left is the one on my computer, which I keep turned off most of the time to conserve batteries. And when I do have it on, I can't tell which timezone this world is linked to. About an hour ago, I encountered a Timberwollf who seemed to be searching for some one, with a gun drawn. I decided to step out and say hello. I positioned my left arm and sling in a way that would best conceal my mouth and stepped into the open.

"Hello!" I called out. "I like the insignia on your jacket. The Twin Triangles, correct."
"You got some nerve," He growled. "Challenging me with a handicap like that. Don't you know who I am?"
He was getting overconfident. Perfect.
"I could ask you the same question," I said.
"You look like some insane cripple from where I'm standing," He said. "Ain't it cold without your shirt on?"
"Doesn't bother me much," I lied. "I actually kind of enjoy this weather."

He started laughing out loud and lowered his gun. Bad move. I moved my arm out of the way and launched my tongues at him. I entangled his arms, legs, and neck and began pulling. Just enough to cause him pain without tearing him to shreds. I never understood Beta's methods before, but now I could feel it. The sick thrill of causing others pain. It was wonderful! I allowed myself to bask in his screams for a little while before ending his miserable life.

It was after I had consumed him that a woman stepped out of the shadows. I used one of my tongues to grab the mans gun and bring it into my good hand. I aimed it straight at her head.

"Wait, I'm on your side!" She pleaded.
"There are no sides in this game," I said.
"Please," She said, "I'm with the SMSC. I could help you."
"My allegiances have a tendency of spiraling out of control," I said to her.
"Your names Benjamin Malkator, isn't it?" She asked.
"What of it?" I demanded.
"My name is Algeria Touchshriek," she said. "If the two of us worked together, we'd have a better chance of surviving in this game."
"There can only be one winner," I reminded her. "In the end, we'll have to fight each other. And I sure by that point, I'll have regained my powers."
"Winning isn't my top priority," She said. "I just want to find a way out of here."
"And where do suggest we look for this 'way out'?" I asked. "How do you know there even is one?"
"I guess I have to beat the answers out of the Game Master," She said.
"I don't know much about this 'Game Master', but I doubt he'd be afraid of some human like you," I said.
"All the more reason for us to team up," She said.
"Whatever," I said, tucking the gun into my belt. "Tag along if you want, but if you walk this road with me, all you'll find at the end is despair."

And so now I have an ally in all this. Yippy.

First Battle

It was a couple hours after I met that bat that I found my first opponent. And boy, was our battle intense. There was barely any dialogue. As soon as he saw me, he drew a knife from his belt and charged at me. I tried disarming him, but apparently he's had training because he counter my attempt and cut up my left arm a bunch of times. I realized the predicament, and tried to get away. I figured that if I could put some distance between us, I could use my tongues against him. No such luck. He chased me down pretty persistently. He ended up stabbing me in the rib cage. I don't think he got any of my vitals, but I'm still alive now, so that's a good thing.

I eventually broke away from him and ran inside a Rook-shaped building. He chased me all the way to the top. He cornered me there, backing me up to the ledge. I thought I was dead for a second there, but something I wasn't expecting happened.

His body began to spaz out wildly. He was coughing like crazy, and his skin turned green. It was then that I realized what he was. He was an Oathbreaker. I had carelessly left my hoody unzipped while I was running, and he realized who I was. Like the last Oathbreaker I met, he had injected himself with some kind of poison while he was chasing me. I guess he thought he could mess me up even more by tricking me into eating him, but I guess his body couldn't handle what he had taken. He stumbled backwards and nearly fell, barely saving himself by grasping the ledge with one hand.

I walk over there and stared down at him. He looked up at me desperately and begged that I save him. I just stared at him for a second before I decided what to do.

"Go to hell," I said to him. He looked back up at me, stammering pathetically. I lifted one of my legs up and added "And when you get there, tell the Faceless Bastard I said Hi."

Then I stomped on his hand. He fell to that and made a lovely little splatter upon impact.

Then I decided it was time to treat my injury. I removed my hoody and  the shirt underneath it. I wrapped the shirt around my arm as a make-shift bandage and tied the hoody into an improvised sling. This leaves my mouth completely exposed, but I don't really care any more. I'm in the middle of a tournament, I can't be worried about my appearance right now.

After that, I went to the ground level and raided the guys corpse. I kept the knife, as well as a few full syringes. I have no idea what's in them, but they might be useful.

I'm gonna go now. Never know who's waiting around the next corner.

Where Is This Place?

I woke up a little while ago in an unfamiliar place. I looked like a park, except the grass was black and red with a checker pattern to it. I could see large buildings in the distance, in the shape of chess pieces. The sky is a weird orangish color, with purple clouds. Who ever created this messed up world has no sense of color coordination.

I got up and checked my belongings. I still had my backpack, which contained my book, laptop, a couple boxes of granola bars, and half a bottle of vodka. I'm saving that for late, I'd rather be sober while I investigate this place. I was also still wearing my hoody, which was unzipped for some reason, exposing my mouth.

I immediately noticed that my vision wasn't working. I was limited to human vision. I tried summoning my arm-blade next, but nothing happened. I couldn't fade either. My powers were gone. Most of them anyway. The only thing I had left was the mouth.

And the next thing that happened to me was really bizarre. A bat started talking to me.

"Greetings, competitor," It said to me.
"What the blazes!?" I exclaimed. "Why are you talking to me? How are you talking to me? Where am I? What's going on?"
"The Game Master has brought you to his Board," It said.
"The Game Master?"
"Yes," It replied. "You and 99 other competitors will be taking part in a grand tournament."
"What kind of tournament?" I asked.
"A fighting tournament," It explained. "Every one here will be your opponent. Your goal will be to kill or at least defeat anyone you come across in battle."
"Sounds brutal," I said. "And what if I refuse?"
"That is not an option," It said.
"Is it necessary to fight all of these people?" I asked.
"Some of the people you meet will deserve no less than demise," It said. "As for the others, you are aloud to make alliances with the other competitors. But remember that there can only be one winner, and in the end you must fight those you call your friends."
"Any other rules I should know about?"
"Try to avoid any structural damage," It said. "Your enemies are the competitors, not the environment. There are also those here who are not competitors."
"How will I tell them apart?" I asked.
"Those in the deck wear special masks in order to distinguish themselves," It said.
"The deck?" I inquired.
"They are the Game Master's servants," It replied. "There are 54 of them total."
"Sounds a lot like poker," I said. "Lt me guess; 13 spades, 13 clubs, 13 heart, 13 diamonds, and 2 jokers. Does that sound about about right?"
"Yes," It said. "If you harm any of the deck, you will be considered and enemy of the Game Master, and you will be eliminated."
"Sounds fun," I said. "Anything else?"
"That is all," It answered.
"I have one more question," I said. "What happened to my powers?"
"This world possesses some unique properties," It said. "Those you enter have their eldritch energy suppressed. You will regain your abilities eventually, but for now they will be heavily restricted."
"How long do I have before I get them back?" I asked.
"I cannot say for sure," It replied. "I must go now. The Game Master calls for me."


So yeah, I'm stuck in some sort of distorted alternate dimension to fight a bunch of people I don't know. I'm lucky there's internet access here. I'm not sure how it's linked to the outside world, but I'm beginning to regret several things. First off, Beta offered me information on this "Game Master" and I passed it up. Now the Game Master has me in It's grasp, and it would have been really helpful to get information on this thing in advance. Also, there's the fact that I have no weapon. I lost my wakizashi during the battle of the Demi-Gods (which is what I have decided o call the battle from my previous post), plus I can't summon my arm-blade anymore. That makes me unarmed.

I'm royally shagged, aren't I? I'll try to update as much as I can, but I don't know how often that will be in the middle of a tournament. See ya later, I guess.

Battle

Recently woke up from a several-hour-long nap. I tried to recall everything that happened this morning and it all came back to me extremely vividly. I'm posting all the events hre, because I'm sure the Dying Man is very curious.

I met up with O'Zalia at the top of the building he had instructed me to go to. He and two of his minions were already there when I showed up. He was standing between the other two, carrying a war-glave. I was aware people still used those. But then again, my old mentor used to use midevil flails for interrogation.

The other two had on Masks made of nickel, so I couldn't see their faces. It was annoying, but I have to admit that one of them was hilarious. Seriously? A sparkly butterfly? That's not gonna intimidate anyone. The other one's mask just looked like a metal Totheark mask. Nothing special about it. They were both carrying sniper rifles, and the guy had what looked like a metal pipe with a sword hilt strapped across his back.

"I thought you had four minions," I said.
"Gamer and Lotus couldn't make it," O'Zalia said. "By the way, I knew of your weaknesses before you posted them online, so don't beat yourself up too much over it."
"Figures," I muttered. "So, you said you can track down Ren, right?"
"Way ahead of you," He said. "He's gone back to where it started for him." He open a Path Gate. "Follow me."

We followed the Path for a while before O'Zalia stopped us. I heard his voice in my head again.
Sound and Butterfly will hide in the trees to provide us with covering fire in case things go wrong, he said.
You mean he's here in the path? I thought back at him.
Just around this next turn. Remember, if things start going south, we fight.
I hope it doesn't come to that.


O'Zalia and I rounded the corner and I was pretty damn shocked by what I saw. It was clearing, with a Bleeding Tree in the center of it. To be more specific, it was the same Bleeding Tree that Ren had been stabbed with. There was a small stream of blood trickling from one of the branches. Ren sat beneath it, head up and mouth opened. I almost vomited when I realized he was drinking it.

He must have realized we were here, because he should up, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and turned to look at us.

"What's this, Ben?" He asked. "You couldn't take me on your own, so you get the Proxy's help?"
"I didn't come to fight," I told him. "I'm just here to reason with you."
"You can't reason with me," He chuckled. "You betrayed me when you hid my destiny from me."
"You're letting yourself become a monster just to satisfy some stupid vendetta," I shout at him.
"'You're black,' said the pot to the kettle," he replied.
I was about to reply to that, but I stopped myself. He was right. I was trying to become a Fear so that I could destroy the other Fears. Or more specifically, the Blind Man. He was absolutely right. I was also becoming a monster to satisfy my own vendetta.
The I heard O'Zalia's voice in my head. There's still a difference between the two of you. Think for a moment longer.
"You're the one who's helping a fiendish deity who tried to kill your best friend," I said to Ren.
"Hiroshi is hardly a friend," Ren replied."The two of you were conspiring against me. And what about you're allegiance with the Proxies?"
"This is only a temporary partnership," I said. "After I've changed your mind, he and I are enemies again."
"This is getting annoying," Ren said, transforming his arm into wood and allowing it to double in size.

That's when the fight began. It lasted a few minutes before someone else decided to join the fray. I certainly was expecting him to show up. I don't know how he got there, but Hiroshi interrupted our battle. He was wearing samurai armor and carrying a five-foot-long daito.

"What are you doing here!?" demanded Ren.
"To put it simply, I have orders to eliminate all of you," He replied.
Ren and are were both shock, and O'Zalia just burst into laughter.
"You want to kill me?" Ren asked. "That's actually quite laughable. How many times have I beat you in practice? The answer is nearly every time! And now I have the power of a Demi-God! You can't beat me!"
"I've actually been holding back for all these years," Hiroshi replied, sounding a lot more sinister then I'd ever seen him before. "Even as a Demi-God, you're no where near my level."
"What are you going on about," I demanded. "Have you been hiding something?"
"I've actually been lying to you this whole time, Malkator," He said. It really bothered me that he was calling me by my last name. He had always used my first name before. "I had already known about the Fears before meeting you. It was hard playing oblivious this whole time, but I somehow pulled it off. And while we'r discussing shocking revelations, I didn't actually descend from samurai's. I am one."

That bit was just too unbelievable. I was about to question him, but then the Fears appeared. Four of them, one behind each of us. The Slender Man showed up by O'Zalia, the Plague Doctor appeared behind Ren, and the Wooden Girl accompanied Hiroshi. The most worrying one was the one who decided to appear behind me. I felt a chill when he showed up. His presence was so familiar to me. I didn't even have to look to know that the Blind Man was only a few feet away from me.

Then O'Zalia started talking. But it wasn't really him. Slender Man had decided to speak through him.
"This is quite a sight," He said. "A Bleeding Tree hybrid created by the doctor, and Ex-Archive Demi-God, a 300-year-old Willing Doll, and one of my most powerful Enhanced. This will truly be a fight to behold."
"You're a Willing Doll?" I said to Hiroshi, surprised.
"Yes," O'Zalia/Slender Man confirmed for me. "He is one of her deadliest servants."
Slender Man released his hold over O'Zalia, who stood up and said "As you wish, Master."

Suddenly, the sky was on fire. Dragons of fire and lightning were flying all over the place. O'Zalia's spear split into thousands and rained down on us. I fell to my knees as three or four of them pierced my body. It was the second greatest pain I had ever felt, topped only by my second trip through the God's Way (We'll get to that in a minute). O'Zalia was then standing over me, ready to stab his glave through my skull. His eyes were flaming, and his smile revealed countless fangs. As I looked at his crazed expression, my only thought was that this couldn't be real. Then I realized that it wasn't. I focused as hard as I could, and it all melted away. The spears, the dragons, the flaming clouds, they were all gone. All there was left was O'Zalia standing over with his spear raised and a shocked expression on his face.

"You can see through my illusions?" He asked me.
"My vision's sharper than you think!" I yelled, roundhouse kicking him in the face. I think I broke his nose.

I turned to see that Ren had also come to his senses and was charging at me. Before I could respond, a bullet hit him in the chest, and he collapsed in pain. I don't know why, but one of O'Zalia's servants saved me. Hiroshi then charged at me with his sword. I drew my Wakizashi and fought him for a while. He wasn't lying when he said he was a samurai. His swordsmanship was amazing. I tried using the sheath of my sword to defend while attacking with the sword, but he simply sliced the sheath in half and kicked me right in my second mouth. I went down, and he prepared to deal the finishing blow, but he was thrown back by an invisible force. I turned to see that the Blind Man had his hand raised.

"Why!?" I demanded of him. "Why did you save me!?" No answer. I heard movement behind me, and I saw Ren had risen to his feet. I didn't have time to react properly before he started crushing me with that giant arm of his. I was afraid He would kill me, so I resorted to my last line of defense and vanished into the God's Way.

I stayed there for a couple moments longer then I should have. When I reappeared in the human world, I was in so much pain that I passed out.

I woke up several hours later on a beach somewhere. I started walking 'til I came to a town. Went straight to the first Starbucks I saw, order an iced tea and a muffin, and started typing this. I'm not completely sure where I am, but I'll figure it out as soon as I can.

There's a lot of things worrying me. First off, Hiroshi is a Willing Doll. didn't see that one coming. Another thing, the Blind Man helped me out back there. I don't know why. He's my enemy. He has been since the beginning. Why did he save me? Something else that bothers me, but not quite as much as those first two, is the fact that I left my wakizashi in the Path of Black Leaves. Now I'll have to rely on my arm blade. I'm definitely not going back for it. It's not worth the trip.

I don't know what happened to Ren, Hiroshi, and O'Zalia. Frankly, I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, they're all my enemies now.

I have to go figure out where I am, then I'll figure out how to get to Daniel's location. 'Til then, goodbye.

Day 3

So, I didn't find Ren yet, but I had an interesting conversation with Isaac O'Zalia earlier.

Malkator, I need to speak to you.
"Why would I wanna talk to you? Last time I checked, you were a mentally enhanced Slender Proxy who's trying to kill a friend of mine."
I want to form an allegiance. My team and I can't defeat Ren on our own.
"My goal isn't to defeat him. I'm trying to change his mind. He's allied himself with a dangerous Fear in order to sate his lust for vengeance."
That's exactly why we need to defeat him. If he keeps up like this, he could harm innocent people. He's already show that he's willing to destroy any obstacles, be they human or not, that get in his way.
"There has to be some way to get through to him. I won't resort to killing my friend."
He's no longer your friend. He's not the same Ren you once knew.
"I stand by my earlier statement. I'm not fighting."
You'll have to fight him eventually. But if your conviction is this strong, then perhaps we can settle on a medium. I'll help you find him. You talk to him, see if you can change his mind and get him to give up his vendetta. However, if  things get ugly, you and I will fight him. Can you agree with that?


I stopped for a moment to consider his offer. His telepathy was stronger than my eyes, so he'd have a better chance of tracking Ren down. Also, the both had access to the Path of Black Leaves, so if Ren tried to escape through it, Isaac could help me follow him. Also, after my last fight with Ren, I'm pretty sure I'd need help from some one else with powers. I don't know how effective Isaac's telepathy is in battle, but It wouldn't hurt to have him along.

"I'll do it, but only if we save violence for a last resort."
Very well. I would like you to meet my evil minions and I at (I'm not posting the location here. To dangerous). come there at 5 in the morning, okay?
"All right. One more thing, though."
Yes?
"If you double-cross me, I'll eat you and your evil minions."

This time, I heard his voice coming from behind me.
"Ahahahaha! Trust me, I'd rather not incur your wrath, Benjamin," He said. I turned to see him leaning against the wall. He had pathed into my hotel room while I wasn't looking. "So, do we have a deal?"
It wasn't easy, but I nodded and shook his hand. He pathed out afterwards, and I haven't heard from him since.

So, apparently I'm now allied with a bunch of Slender Proxies. I hope this goes down better than I imagine it will....

Day 2

I still haven't found Ren yet. I did, however, learn that I'm not the only one looking for him.

It was around 2:30. I saw that a hotel and a building across from it had been damaged quite a bit, so I went to investigate. I found a pair of discarded sniper rifles on the second floor of the building, which I decided to hid away in case I ever have the need to shoot any thing. Doubtful, as I prefer close-range weapons. I also saw Martyr Beta at a nearby cafe. I decided to see if he new anything.

I walked into the cafe and slammed my hand down on his table, which was in one of the corner booths.
"I have questions for you,"  I said.
"And I have a sword to the face for you," He replied casually. I could see a golf club case next to him, which, when I looked through it, I realized contained his great-sword.
"What happened at that hotel?" I demanded.
"I dunno," He replied. "Don't speak so loud, it hurts my ears."
I decided to smack his left ear. Not my smartest idea, but it got him talking. Well, first it got him shouting, then it got him talking.
"Why the hell did you do that?" He demanded.
"I want answers," I said.
"You really are a heartless bastard," He said.
"I learned from the best," I said. "Now tell me what happened."
"Some proxies got in a street brawl with that friend of yours," He said. "They got their butts whooped and left. Then Tree-Boy vanished too."
"Slender Man's sent his minions after Ren?" I asked.
"It would seem so," He confirmed.
"Can you describe them?" I asked.
"Two chicks, three guys," He said. "There was this little teenage kid who broke his leg somehow, and a this broad who got beaten up pretty bad."
"Anything else?"
"There was this other dame who didn't like me much. Then this other guy who had a really loud sword. Did a number on my eardrums." He rubbed one of his ears when he said that.
"What about the last one? You said there were two girls and three guys, right?"
"I think there leader was that Isaac O'Zalia bloke," He said.
"Are you sure about that?"
"I heard a voice in my head telling me to leave it to them, so I guess it wouldn't be to far from the truth," He said. "Now, I'd like to have an intense fight to the death with you, but I'm still that kid's foster parent, and school gets out soon, so we'll have to settle this later."
"Before you leave, did you see any of their faces?" I asked.
"They all had masks on," He replied as he walked away.

So, now I have some competition. It seems O'Zalia put a team together, and now I have to find Ren before they do.

I hate my life.

Day 1

I've been searching for Ren all day. It's about midnight now, and I haven't found anything.

While I'm here, I might as well talk a bit more about myself and what I'm capable of.

Power number one; The Mouth. It's the first power I acquired. To be honest, I'm don't know a lot about it. It extends from the top of my rib-cage to my navel. I have a bunch of crimson fangs protruding from it. I don'y fully understand how having a giant mouth on my torso would work, considering human anatomy. One theory I've come up with is that the mouth opens into a pocket dimension inside of me. That would explain why eating things with it doesn't effect my appetite at all. There's also a large number of frog-like tongues inside, which I usually use to rip things into smaller pieces so that I can get them into the mouth easier. However, as I stated when describing my fight with Ren, I can use them for other things as well.

Power number two; The Eyes. My vision developed shortly after the mouth did. I can see about five-times as far as I could before. I can see through almost any substance. I recently learned that I can't see through nickel. I'm sure that won't be much of a problem. Also, if I look directly at someone, without looking through a wall or window or anything like that, I can see glimpses of that person's destiny. I have to be able to see at least a portion of there skin for it to work. I can't see someone's destiny if They're entire body is covered. Also, it should be known that destiny isn't set. I've proved this those two times that I saved Beta. I've also confirmed that I can't see the destinies of Fears, or Demi-Gods and Enhanced.

Power number three; The Arm Blade. I actually didn't have this power starting out. It appeared after my first encounter with Slender Man, when I ate his Enhanced. It started out about the size of a large dagger, and it grows a little bigger every time I absorb energy. It's currently the size of an Arabian scimitar (approximately). I'm still getting used to it, so I usually just stick to the wakizashi when I'm fighting at close range.

Power number four; Fading. I can travel about five miles in any direction at a time. I takes a bout 30 seconds to fade out of one place and fade into another place. I can't fade into other worlds unless I'm already there. I couldn't have gotten into the Empty City If it hadn't been for a door that decided to pop up in the middle of the mall and stay there for three days. The length of time it takes to fade makes this ability virtually useless in battle.

Power number five; The God's Way. I swear to whatever god exists that I will never use this power again unless I absolutely have to. The other Fears can use it safely, but I still have some humanity left in me, which means that if I use the God's Way, even briefly, I'll suffer excruciating pain all over my body. I won't be able to use it safely until I've become a full-fledged Fear. And with all the attention I've been gathering from the Fears, I might not live that long. Seriously, I was attacked by electric pigeons earlier today. The tasted delicious, but those beaks still left some nasty scars.

In other news, Daniel seems to have Slender Man the other day. I learned that the Enhanced don't seem to live very long. Hopefully that Telepath will die before I have to deal with him again.

And of course, as soon as I started typing that, I heard his voice in my head saying I think I'll survive long enough.

Screw this craziness, I'm off to bed.

Martyr Beta

Sorry I'm posting this so late. I'd have had it up earlier, but I was busy cheating at poker, then I had to try and set up this damned laptop. I checked into a hotel using some of my poker money.

Anyway, about my chat with Beta. I showed up at his current house after that last post. He seemed a little on edge, as if he was trying to refrain from murdering me where I stood.
"So you came," He stated.
"How's Drake?"
"He's fine."
"I'll give you any information the Archive wants," I said. "I just want one thing in return."
"If it's about the Ex-Collector's safety, I can't do anything about it," He said. "I can, however, give you some knowledge concerning the Game Master."
"I just want you to leave her alone," I said, angrily. "I could care less about the Game Master."
"What about your readers?" He asked. "I bet some of them are curious about him."
"Yeah, I'm sure the Dying Man would be thrilled to hear about this guy," I said sarcastically.
"Are you sure you don't want the information?"
I rolled up my sleeve and summoned my arm blade to show him how serious I was.
"Look, kid, even if I wanted to, I couldn't do anything about her," He said.
"You're second-in-command of the Martyrs, right?" I asked. "Why can't you just call off the search?"
"Because of Slender Man."
"What?"
"We cornered her the other day, but He appeared and took her somewhere. She's either dead or a proxy now."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The Slender Man? Taking her? It was quite a bit to take in.
"What info do you want from me?" I asked.
"What can you tell me about the telepath?"
"His name's Isaac," I said. "I couldn't see his destiny, but I could at least see his name."
"What's his last name?"
"O'Zalia."
"Do you know the range of his telepathy?"
"He says it's farther than my vision, and my eyes can see about five times as far as they could when I was human. I'm not sure how accurate that is."
"Are you aware of any abilities other than thought speech?"
"I think he can create illusions. I'm not sure how potent that ability is."
"And he's an Enhanced, correct?"
"His body his filled with eldritch energy, and he was in the Path of Black Leaves, so I would assume so."
"Do you know why his abilities are mental-based instead of physical-based, like every other Enhanced?"
"If I had to fathom a guess, I'd say that he already had a strong mind before his conversion into an Enhanced."
"Is there anything else you can tell me about him?"
"No."
"I guess that's it then."
"I'll be leaving then."
"Are you sure you don't want to know about the Game Master?""Don't care. One more thing before I leave." I pulled the wakizashi out of my bag and tossed it to him.
"Why are you giving me this?" he asked.
"You gave that to me when I joined the Martyrs," I said. "It's the last tie I have to sever with you. That's why I'm giving it back."
He tossed it back to me. "That arm blade must be tough to wield," he said. "It would help to keep a weapon you've actually been trained with."
"Since when do you care about my safety?" I asked.
"I don't," He replied. "I just don't want you dying by someone else's hands. If anyone's gonna kill you, it's gonna be me."
"You think you stand a chance?"
"I thought you every thing you know about combat," He replied. "You may have got lucky those last two times, but I'll beat you next time."
"Well, then I look forward to out epic showdown," I said, beginning to fade. "'Til then, Toodle-oo, Guvner."

A New Demi-God

I don't even know where to begin. I woke up at about ten yesterday. Hiroshi wasn't there. I decided to go investigate the hospital. I should outside and looked through the walls, and guess who was on the top floor.

It was Ren. Being treated by none other then the Plague Doctor himself. I faded in as fast as I could.I appeared in the hallway outside (frightening several people) and broke down the door with my arm blade.

"What are you doing!?" I demanded. "I warned you about him, why are you letting him treat you?"
"He's not just treating me," He replied. "He's made me stronger."
He let his shirt fall to the ground, and His right arm transformed into wood.
"Why would you let him do this to you?"
"I needed to become stronger," He said. "I've always needed to become stronger, to protect myself from him, and someday kill him. That's why I always trained so hard. Then you came along, and I learned just how strong he really was. And I learned his name from you as well. I learned how others were tormented by him."
"So all of this was about defeating Slender Man," I asked.
"He's caused me so much pain," He said. "My parents and sister were all taken by him. I've been growing stronger since then, trying to reach his level of power. Now I finally have."
"Why didn't you tell me any of this?" I demanded. "Why would you hide it?"
"Why would you hide my destiny from me?" he replied.
"What?"
"When I learned that he was after others, I decided to do some research," He explained. "That eventually led me to your blog. Why didn't you tell me what I would become?"
"I thought I could change it," I said.
"Like you changed Your old friends destiny, twice?" He said. "I didn't want this to change. I wanted power."
The air suddenly changed. The lights were flickering. I turned and saw Slender Man watching us from the doorway.
"And now I finally have a chance to use it," Ren said, preparing to fight.
I stepped between them and said "What the hell are you thinking?"
"Are you defending him?"
"Hell no! I'm trying to defend you! You really think you stand a chance against him?"
"I vowed I would destroy him at all costs," Ren said. "And I'll crush anyone who gets in my way!"
is arm suddenly expanded and grabbed me and threw me out the window. I shot some tongues from my other mouth, grabbed him, and pulled him out with me. We fell to the ground and started having an intense fight.

After a few minutes, he sprouted a bunch of vines from his arm and pinned me to the wall. I thought he was gonna kill me, but then the vines were suddenly severed with a samurai sword. Hiroshi had saved me.
He turned to Ren and raised his sword in a fighting stance. We then heard a gun being cocked. I looked to see one of the doctors aiming a gun at Hiroshi. I recognized him as the dumbass who fell for my "Dr. Beakman" stint.

I wasn't about to let him hurt Hiroshi, so I ate him. Big mistake. I dropped to the ground and threw up all over the sidewalk. Thankfully, I was only throwing up out of my main mouth and not the other one. I don't even want to know what that would look like. That bastard had injected himself with a poison that was meant for me.

Ren must have decided he had done enough there, because he opened a Path Gate (yeah, apparently he can do that) and vanished through it. Hiroshi spent the next few hours dragging me home.

I saw Reika's post, and I decided to go meet up with Beta. I packed up my sword, my book, and a laptop I had bought using stolen proxy money. I told Hiroshi and Reika that I was sorry for everything I had put them through. I said they would never be seeing me again, and left before they could try and change my mind. I changed my passwords so they won't be able to post here anymore. I'm at the coffee shop right now, using their wifi to post this.

I'm going to go meet with Beta, then I'll go find Ren. I have to try to change his mind. There has to be some way to get him back.

Beta's visit.

This is Reika

At around fivish, Hiroshi came home, supporting Ben under his arm. He was really pale, and he immediately shouted out "The Plague Doctor is a huge jerk who should go on a fancy picnic with his parents because he's a stupid fish!", then he went to go throw up in the toilet. I don't think he knew what he was saying. He's been sitting on the couch mumbling gibberish since then.

To make things worse, we got a knock on the door a couple hours later.

"Open up Malkator!"
"Who are you?" Hiroshi asked.
"My title is Martyr Beta," He replied.
Hiroshi grabbed his sword and said "How did you find us?"
"Front porch swing?" He said. "Wasn't hard to narrow down."
"Malkator can't talk to you right now!"
"I guess his investigation of the hospital didn't go as planned? I didn't expect it to."
"Leave!"
"I'm not here for a fight. My superiors have asked me to meet him on neutral ground."
"Why?"
"The Collectors believe he knows more about the telepath then he lets on, and there willing to make a deal with him in exchange for that information."
"What are you offering him?"
"Tell him I came buy when he's coherent again." And then he left.

Ben's still out of it. I hope he gets better soon. I don't know if any of his powers involve regeneration.
He won't be happy about Bets'a visit. And to top it off, it looks like the Martyrs are after his former love interest, and the Dying Man is encouraging them.

DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!!!!!!!

Bullocks. You might like to know what happened earlier. Very well, I shall tellish thou.

When I saw Ren approaching, a group of Willings appeared through a Path Gate (that's what I call the portals to the Path Of Black Leaves) Behind him and tackled him. I ran out side to try and help him, but they dragged him back through the Path Gate and closed it. For a second, I thought there was nothing I could do. Then the voice decided to speak up.

Use the God's Way.
"What? Only the Fears can use it."
You're a Demi-God, aren't you? You might as well try.
"Are you sure it will work?"
Do you have any other choice right now?


He was right. The God's Way was my only hope. I stepped in, and I can't even describe what the God's Way looked like. As soon as I entered, I felt the worst pain all over my body. I'm glad I was only there for a second. I left the God's Way and found my self in the Path.

I saw them a little while away, dragging him along a path. I chased them. They were surprisingly fast. I caught up them near the Bleeding Tree. Or, rather, one of the Bleeding Trees. There was a fight, in which I ate a bunch of the proxies. One of the Bastards broke a dagger-sized thorn off of the tree and came at me. Ren tried to protect me, and the thorn sank into his forearm. He fell to the ground, screaming. I devoured the bastard, then (what I assume to be) another proxy bashed me in the back of the head and knocked me out.

When I came to, the clearing was empty. The proxies (or maybe it was something else) had taken Ren elsewhere. I heard growls coming from the trees. I was worried that I might have to deal with the beasts of the Path, but then the voice came back.

They won't attack you. Not while I'm here.


I turned to see an Enhanced learning against the tree. He was unlike any other Enhanced I had ever seen. Most Enhanced have there strength and speed enhanced. He was different. His mental abilities were enhanced.

"It's nice to finally meet you in person, Benjamin," he said.
"Who are you!?" I demanded. "I want answers!"
"I'm afraid I can't answer you yet," He said.
Then, my vision blurred for a few second, and when I could see clearly again, he was standing next to me, and then I was smacked with a club. True story.

I was on Hiroshi's front porch swing bench (I'm not sure what the proper name for those things is, but he totally has one. He's trying to get a hold of Ren, And I'm trying to get wasted.

This is bullshit. But I've been giving some thought about who might be experimenting with the Tree. I haven't noticed any EAT activity in the area, so that narrows it down to the Archive and the Plague Doctor. 'm going to investigate the hospital again tomorrow. If I find anything that alludes to the tree, than I'm pretty sur that it'll be the Plague Doctor who's going to convert Ren into a monster.

Also, I have a message for Martyr Beta and Collector Epsilon. If you two are still reading my blog, I need to know if the Archive is involved in this at all. I know where you live, Beta, and I doubt you could stop me from beating the answers out of you, so you might as well speak up.

This Won't End Well.

I checked Daniels blog earlier. Tony made a post saying that the two of them are looking for a lost child. I'd be willing to bet money that one or more of the Fears are involved. Unfortunately, I can't help him yet. I have to keep an eye on Ren for now.

I can't see his destiny at all. I've been restraining my vision around the others out of respect. But earlier today, I let my curiosity get the better of me and I tried to see Ren's destiny. Nothing. This bothers me.

Hold up, I see him outside. And- Oh crap, I have to go. Later.

Moar Slender Madness

Two days without posting. That's a new record for me. Any way, I'm intoxicated again (Fading is useful when it comes to obtaining alcohol) so I can't guarantee that I will be understandable.

For the past couple days, Slender Dick has been showing up outside the house. Me and him basically just stood there staring at each other when he came. However, earlier today, something peculiar happened.

Ren was coming over for a visit, and wouldn't you know it, Slendy was there. When Ren saw Slendy, he turned and ran. This was odd because Slender Man can usually only be seen if he wants you to see him. That means that Ren is one of his victims.

I decided to go chat with Slendy. I know, Stupid of me, Right?\\

"Is Ren one of your victim's," I asked.
So what if he is?
"What do you want with him?"
That is none of your business.
"I saw his future in the destiny of one of your former Proxies."
Why does this concern me?
"His arm shapeshifted into a bleeding tree."
That's unusual.
"What can you tell me about the tree?"
Not much.
"There's specualtion that the tree is a part of you."
That is untrue. And for your information, it is not one of a kind.
"Are you telling me there's more?"
Countless more.
"Do you have any idea how he could merge with one?"
There is a chance that he could if another Fear became involve.
"What?"
There is a chance that other Fears have been researching the Bleeding Tree. Perhaps one of them will be responsible for your friends transformation.
"Which ones?"
The Plague Doctor, Blind Man, And EAT are the ones who are most prone to experimentation.
"So it's most likely one of those three?"
Probably.
"There's something else I want to know."
And what would that be?
"What happened during our meeting in the Empty City?"
I defeated you without even trying and brought you to this town.
"Why?"
I could have killed you easily, but I chose not to.
"How come?"
You have the potential to surpass me. I could use a new rival.
"This a game to you, isn't it?"
It is a game to us all. Especially the Game Master.
"Who's the Game Master?"
You'll meet him soon.

Then he vanished. I'm not sure who this Game Master is yet, but I won't go easy on him if we meet.

I'm going to stay in this town for another week, then I leave. After wards, I'll either go fight Quan, or go find Daniel. I haven't decided yet. 'Til then, survive.

An Eventful Day

It started at about three in the morning. I was lying on the couch contemplating my next move. Then I hear this weird voice in my head. It wasn't Slender Man. It was something else.

Go with your friend to the hospital. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to take your wonderful eyes of the boy for a short time.
"Who in the blazes are you? How did you get it my head?"
You don't need to be so rude. After all, I was kind enough to drop that hint earlier.
"You're the one who told me about Daniel's blog."
Yes.
"Tell me who you are."
I'm afraid I can't say yet. All I can tell you is that you will encounter much trouble today. I can help you, if you wish.
"I'll be fine in my own, you telepathic creep.
You are aware of the number of Fears that want you dead, yes?
"'Fraid I lost count, and frankly, I don't care much about your input."
Whatever. Do as you please, but I'll continue to watch you from a distance.
"How do you know my vision won't find you?"
The range of my telepathy exceeds your vision. I am currently out of you eyesight. You won't be able to find me.


That was the end of that conversation. By the way, I apologize if anything I type seems incoherent. I learned that I can get drunk, but it takes a lot of booze to do so. I downed a handle of vodka earlier. It tasted terrible, but fortunately I had some Dr. Pepper to chase it with.

Anyway, I went with Hiroshi to the hospital while Reika watched the kid. I'll have to pay her back for that. Anyway, I kept my distance from Hiroshi when we went in. I had a plan for if something went down, but it wouldn't work if the doctor thought we were together.

When Hiroshi went into the doctors office, I sat in the waiting room and stared through the walls at him. This guy was definately a Mad Doctor. Not only did he have the Oathbreaker symbol in his office, but a few minutes into the appointment, he pulled out a tub of that weird yellow stuff. That voice told me Now would be a good time to put your plan into action,  so I did.
I knocked on the door, and he opened it. "Who are you?" he asked.
"My name's Marshall Smith," I said. I'm a volunteer here. "The front office says there's a call for you."
"Why don't they forward it to me?" He asked.
"They said something was wrong with the connection or something," I responded, as rehearsed. "They asked me to come get you."
"Who's the call from?" He asked.
"It's from a Dr. Beakman from Shady Acres," I replied. "he says it's urgent."
That got the guys attention. He told Hiroshi he'd be back in a minute,  and rushed past me.
I took the opetunity and faded myself  and Hiroshi outa there. He asked me who dr. Beakman was, and I told him that I hop[e he never has to find find. By  the way, the Mad Doctor who treated Hiroshi was called Dr. Luigi, so look out for him (I know, it's a silly friggin' name, but it's true).

As we were on our way to meet up with Reika, we saw saw the mother fucking Plague Doctor wtching us from accross the street, so we decided to try avoiding him and take a different route. After wards, we met up with Reika, outside a coffee shop. I order tea and crumpets  ( because I am very british) and Hiroshi got some diabwtes in a cup. Delta and Draky were accross the atreet at the Ice Cream palor (A little out of character for Delta). I kept aclose eye on them. At some point, Delta decided to bring the kid the the library next door. I immediatly handed my memory book to Horoshi an told him to go home.

I know it was stupid, and that voice kept telling me it was a bad idea, but I followed Delta into the library. He turned to me and said "You're and idiot, Epsilon."
"That's not my name," I said. "I am Benjamin Malkator."
"Of course you are," He replied.
"I won't let you bring this boy into the archive," I said.
"Whatever," Delta said. "That wasn't the plan in the first place."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You've walked into my trap," He said. "You're now in checkmate."
"And why wouls that be, Delta?" I asked.
"I am no longer Delta," He said.
"I knew it," I said. "You're the 'Martyr Beat' Who's been hacking my blog."
"Indeed," He said. "We've shuffle our rankings a bit since you left."

It was then that the Blind Man showed up. I'm gonna be honest; The Blind Man scares the ever loving crap out of me. I know Slendy and Archie are a lot more dangerous than him, but they don't hate me nearly as me as much. I stole this guys book, and he wanted to destroy me. Fortunately, The Archangel showed up. I know you're thinking "Why the fuck are you glad he showed up?".  The answer is simple. The archangel had a gun with him, but instead of pointing it at me or the kid, he pointed it at Blindy. I don't know why, but the Archangel and Blind Man are at war.

I took advantage of the situation. I ko'd Delta/Beta, grabbed the kid, and faded them both out of there. I ditched them both at the police station and left. The voice kept telling me that I was lucky to be alive. It also told me where I could fins Daniel. I'm going to wait a while before going to meet him. I have to see what happens over here first. And, depending on circumstance, I might have to go to the Lake to take care of Quan. I already warned Proxiehunter, but I don't know if he belives me or not. I may have to handle it personally.

One more thing before I go. I saw Delta/Beta's Destiny again. His brains should've been splattered all over the bookshelves. I was stupid enough to save hima second time. I won't do the same next time. Next time, I will kill him.

Hacked.

What in the hell do you mean by that, Beta? I'm in check, am I? We'll see about that.

For those of who who didn't read that comment on my last post, an Archivist going by Martyr Beta hacked my account and made a threatening comment.

I guess you've all figured it out now. I was in the Archive. The Blind Man (who I called "Aqualung" until the Liar corrected me) erased my memories when I was young. I forgot it all. My past, my family, I even forgot my own name. I was taken into the Archive shortly after, and they started training me to become a Collector. When I was about 13, My mentor with the Collectors decided to bring me on an Intel gathering assignment it what turned out to be my home town. Someone there recognized me and called me by name. I ignored them and continued on the assignment. I managed to push that memory to the back of my head for several years.

When I was seventeen, I had changed my profession from Collector to Martyr. Delta was my mentor. I hated him, but he was the closest friend I had in the Archive. One night, I dreamed of that day when I heard my real name. I wanted answers. I wanted my identity back. I asked every one I thought might have answers. I even went as far as to confront the Blind Man. He didn't tell me anything. He never talks to anyone. At least, not from what I know.

When I was eighteen, I decided I couldn't take it any more. I had forgotten the first half of my life, and spent the next half serving the bastard who stole those memories from me. I was fed up, and I started to make plans to do the unthinkable; I was gonna steal back my childhood. The Blind Man records all of the memories he steals and stores them away in the catacombs. My plan was to infiltrate and steal that book. But I needed a worthy weapon in order to do it. I had my wakizashi, but I needed something better.

That's where the experiment came in. I'm not sure which experiment it was. The Archive carries out a lot of experiments. This experiment was to try and convert humans into fears. They've done this several times, using different methods. This one involved a knife. I don't know how the Archive pulled it off, but they somehow infused this knife with a shitload of eldrich energy. They pricked people with the knife to try and pass the energy onto them. Of course, it failed every time. The humans always overdosed on energy and died gruesome deaths. I decided to steal the knife they used and stab anyone who got in my way.

I'll spare you the details of my infiltration. It's all kinda fuzzy, to be honest with you. Delta and a bunch of other Martyrs were sent after me. That bastard ended up cornering me in an alleyway. We had a brutal fight. He ended up disarming me and gutted me with the knife. I thought it was over. But apparent God was on my side. I don't know if it was divine intervention or something more sinister, but that wound that Delta inflicted on me mutated into a giant mouth. I don't know how it happened. I don't know why it worked, why I survived, why I became stronger. But I was glad it happened.

I stood up to see Delta with his back to me, holding my book. The rest of the Martyrs were gathering around him. I killed them all, except for Delta. He fled. It was my turn to corner him. Our battle took place in an abandoned warehouse. Cliche, right? I could see the fear in his eyes. He was terrified of what I had become. So was I. When I looked at him, I saw his destiny. I saw his demise. I saw the warehouse collapse. I saw him become impaled by a falling rafter.

I don't know why I intervened. I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have saved him. I should have let him die. Maybe Slender Man's right. Maybe I'm to softhearted to be a Fear. I saved him, took the book, and faded away. How was I to know he'd come back into my life?

That boys Foster parent is Delta. I need to keep a closer watch om him. But what about tomorrow? Hiroshi has that appointment with what might be a Mad Doctor. I promise him I'd accompany him in case something happens. I suppose I could ask Ren or Reika to watch the kid for me, but I already owe them so much. What should I do? I need help.

Why am I even asking you people? So far, my only readers I know about are an insane Nest and a piece of the Dying Man. As if either of you are willing to help me out here.

I'm so friggin' stressed right now. I wish I could get drunk, but apparently I'm immune to alcohol. I gave up on getting wasted halfway through the second 40, so Hiroshi and Reika decided to finish it for me, and they're both ridiculously lightweight, and started shagging in the next room. Crazy Japs. By the way, I only make fun of their asianness because they make fun of britishness.

I confused. I guess I'll sign off and stare at that 12-year-old some more.

It's Technically Tomorrow

I just got back from my stake out at the hospital. I didn't run into any trouble while I was there. I just sat at a bus stop down the street at stared through the walls for a while. I saw the Oathbreaker symbol in several of the offices. That confirms my suspicion. The worst part is that Hiroshi has an appointment there in a couple days to have his arm looked at. I'll have to go with him in case something happens.

While I'm here, I might as well explain the Slender Man incident. It was just over a week ago, and about a week after I got my powers (that's a story for another day). I "persuaded" a Willing to tell Slender Man to meet me in the Empty City. I guess he got the message, because he showed up behind me while I was doing recon in the City. I was standing at the top of a building looking at the surroundings when he appeared with two Willings and an Enhanced.

"I am Tobias," The Enhanced said. "I will serve as the Master's mouth."
"Fine with me," I said.
"Why did you summon me here," He asked.
"I have something important I need to discuss with you," I replied.
"What information does the Archive have that they wish to share with me?" He asked.
That pissed me off. "I'm not with the Archive!" I shouted, more at Slender Man than anyone else. "I've cut my ties with them!"
"It doesn't matter," He said. "What is it you want me to know?"
"It's about chess," I said.
Slender Man simply cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner without saying anything.
I decided to continue. "I rarely start with the Pawns like most people do. I usually start with the Knights, then move the Pawns in a way that will allow me to move the Queen and Bishops to the front line. I'm a rather eccentric chess player. I would willingly sacrifice my Queen to protect my Pawns. And oddly enough, my tactics tend to pay off."
"Where are you going with this?" He asked me.
"I'm entering the Grand Game," I told him.
"Is that so?" He said.
"I'm not a Fear," I replied. "Not yet, anyway.But that won't stop me from getting in on the Game."
"And what does your chess strategy have to do with this?" He asked.
"I won't be playing in the same manner as you and the others," I said. "I plan to protect the humans."
Slender Man didn't talk through the Enhanced this time. He spoke directly to me. I could hear his ungodly voice in the back of my head.
Protect the humans, you say? Laughable. Can you even protect yourself?
And then his Willings attacked me. I slashed the first one a few times with my wakizashi and he went down. I moved out of the other ones way as he charged at me. He managed to stop himself right before falling off the building. I turned to him, shouted out "This would be the perfect time for a 300 reference!" and kicked his ass over the edge.
Then the Enhanced came at me with a machete. I already new I was ably to eat people, but this guy wasn't planning on giving me enough time to do so. A couple minutes of swordsplay later, I managed to slash him across the chest. He stumbled backwards, giving me the opportunity to chop his bloody hand off. As he stood there crying like a bitch, I opened my mouth and gobbled him up.
That was more impressive than I was expecting,  Slender Man said to me.
"Is that all you have to say?" I asked him. "I friggin' killed three of your minion. I bloody ate one of them! Do you have no sympathy for your fallen comrades!?"
Comrades? Please, they'll hardly be missed, He replied, nonchalantly.
"You make me sick," I said to him.
You may consider yourself a Demi-God, but your far to attached to these humans to ever be considered a Deity,  He said.
I couldn't take his bullshit anymore. I gripped my sword, shouted "GO SHAG YOURSELF!!" and charged.

I woke up on a park bench in an unfamiliar town at two in the afternoon the next day. I don't know what happened between those times, but I had the mother of all headaches.

Well, there you have it. That's my story. Any way, I stole a couple 40's from the local liquor store, and I'm gonna try to get wasted (if that's even possible for a partial Fear). Good night, readers. I'll continue my investigation of this boy tomorrow.

I'll Tell You Tomorrow

That headache I've had is gone now. I know I said I'd tell you guys about my little meeting the Slender Man, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow. I noticed a sign carved into a tree outside the local hospital that leads me to believe that Oathbreakers work there. I'm having Ren and Hiroshi take turns "watching" the boy while I go investigate. Wish me luck.

Foster Care

From what I can see, they've already sent the kid to what I think is a foster parent. Does any one else think that happened a little fast? I don't understand how the system works, but I thought they'd be keeping the kid in police custody for a while longer. Maybe that guy was a relative. I didn't get a good look at him.

Just Friggin' Peachy...

I have good news, bad news, and shitty news.

The goo new; I found Daniel. I'm not sure why, but the address danxferris.blogspot.com just popped into my head. I don't know if that one of my mysterious powers, or if the Rake is sneaking in to give me hints, or maybe something completely different is happening, but It's good to have some answers. From what I can tell, he's a martial arts Nintendo nerd who likes his beer. I'll be keeping an eye on his blog to see if he drops any hints to his location. But before I can pay him a visit, I have to take care of the situation over here regarding the kid.

Speaking of the kid, guess what the bad news is? His entire family is fucking dead. I woke up this morning and took a look through his walls to find him crying over the mutilated bodies of his parents and sister with blood all over the fucking place.

And then there's the blood. That's where the shitty news comes in. Someone decided to do some artwork with it. I now know who's stalking the kid, and I am not thrilled. Twin Triangles were drawn all over the fuckin' walls.

I'm dealing with the mother fucking Archangel. I've met this guy once. It was after my encounter with Slender Man in the Empty City, and he just showed up and stared at me for a while, then left. It didn't look like he was threatening me at all, but his presence was scary and downright uncomfortable. And now I have to deal with him again. I'm still glad it's not Slender Man, but this isn't much better.

I'm beginning to regret my career choice.

Good Cop Bad Cop

It's Hiroshi. The Willing is coming to and Benjamin asked me to open up the blog and write a transcript of thee interrogation. I'll be going by initials. Benjamin is BM, I'll be HI, Reika will be RS and the Willing Proxie will be WP.

BM; well, look who's up.
WP; It's you!  Where the fuck did you take me!?
BM; I'll be asking the questions here.
WP; Who the fuck are you!?
BM; My name is Benjamin Malkator. Heard that name before?
WP; Never heard of you.
BM; Odd, I figured Slender Dick would want me dead after our last encounter. Have you heard of Martyr Delta?
WP; How do you know him!?
BM; He's an old acquaintance. Specialized in interrogation. Bit of a douche bag. I hated him. I hate all of the Archive. Especially Aqualung.
WP; Why are you telling me this?
BM; Because I learned a few useful torture methods from him. (BM rolls up his sleeve and a long red blade grows from his forearm. I've seen him do it before, but it creeps me out every time)
RS; What are doing?
BM; Don't stop me. Guys like him don't deserve good cops. (He places the tip of the blade against WP's nostril) Start talkin' or it goes up the nose.
WP; (begins panicking) I'll tell you whatever you want, just don't use Delta's tactics!
BM; Do you know a Drake Thorne?
WP; Why would I?
BM; He's a young boy being stalked by a PRE.
WP; I don't know anything!
BM; You sure Slender Dick's not involved?
WP; Stop calling him that!
BM; What would you prefer,Tall Pale and Smexy?
WP: Quit insulting the master!
BM; You're in no position to be making demands.
WP; He'll come for me!
BM; This is a heartless eldrich abomination we're talking about. I don't think he likes you that much.
WP; I'll escape somehow!
BM; Hey, remember that one time I ripped apart all your friends and ate them like candy? It feels like it was only yesterday.
RS; That was this afternoon.
BM; You're ruining the joke Reika. Now, back to business. How do you know Slendy's not involved?
WP; He inform us about all of his targets in the area. He didn't mention a Drake Thorne.
BM; And you're telling the truth?
WP; yes.
BM; Well, I'm honestly not sure If I should be relieved or disappointed.
HI; What do you mean?
BM; On the one hand, it looks like I won't have to deal with Slender Man. On the other hand, I still don't know who's stalking the kid.
RS; Oh.
BM; Can you tell me any useful information about Proxy activity?
WP; Not much.
BM; What can you tell me?
WP; This guy I know was sent to Muskegon Lake.
BM: Why?
WP; The water there is tainted with Ink. I'm not sure, but I think Master and EAT are on opposing sides.
BM; Wouldn't surprise me. You said it was Muskegon Lake, right?
WP; Yes.
BM; There's a chaser around that general area who might be interested in this. Describe this Proxy.
WP; I doubt this guy you're talking about will survive an encounter with Quan.
BM; Why do you say that?
WP; No human can beat Quan. He's too strong to be beaten.
Rs; How strong is he?
WP; Strong enough to lift up a car.
BM; Sounds like an Enhanced to me.
HI; If that's the case that chaser might not be a match for him.
BM; We should warn him anyway.
WP: Anything else you want from me? Can I go now?
BM; I'm not to keen on letting you leave. I should probably just eat you now and be done with you.
WP; Please don't! I'll do anything!
BM; Anything?
WP; Anything.
BM; Denounce your faith.
WP; What?
BM; Stop serving Slender Man. Then I'll let you live.
WP; If I leave him, he'll kill me anyway!
BM; He doesn't care. I've seen your destiny. If you leave him, you'll live for a while longer. And believe me when I say that Slender Man won't be the one to kill you.
WP; I can't do it.
BM; Then I'll have to kill you.
(BM just opened his other mouth up and WP is staring into it terrified. Wait, somethings going on, BM just closed his mouth and took a step back.)
HI; What's wrong?
BM; His eyes were the same as mine for a second. (He's pressing the arm-blade against WP's throat) What did you see?
WP; I-I saw myself running from the Wooden Girl, then the convocation was there and some kid a little older than you helped me out.
BM: Anything else?
WP; There was another guy. He looked just like the kid you helped me, only he  looked older, and a lot more sinister. His hair was really long and turning grey, and he was really pale with Black eyelids and a rapier. Then some guy with a bloody tree growing from his arm attacks me and everything went black.
BM; Interesting.
HI; What happened?
BM; That was the same as what I saw in his future. It seems that if a human looks directly into my mout, they see their own destiny.
HI; Why is that?
BM; I have a theory. PRE's a Phobic Representational Entities. They each represent a different fear. Before any of this happened, I always had this fear that I was destined to fail at life. It kept nagging at me, all the time. I think I get it now. That's what I'll become if I reach the level of a PRE. The fear of destiny.
RS; Seriously?
BM; I don't know. It's all speculation. I can't confirm any of it. (He's focused on WP again.) Made up your mind yet? Freedom of Dinner?
WP; I-I'll do it. I'll quit. I'd rather die with dignity than let you eat me.
BM; Okay.
(He released WP and faded him somewhere else. Oh yeah, you guys don't know about that, do you? Benjamin can fade away and reappear somewhere else. He calls it Fading. He just got back. Giving him the computer so he can wrap this up.)

Hey, Malkator again. I didn't find out who's after the kid, but I did figure out what what I'm gonna do afterward. Daniel Ferris. The boy from the vision. I need to find a way to contact him. He's piqued my curiosity. And there's another part of the vision I'm interested in. The tree guy? It was Ren Takeru. Hiroshi's friend.I don't know why a Bleeding Tree was growing out of his arm, and I don't know why he couls control it, but I've asked Hiroshi to keep a close eye on him to see if anything happens.

It looks like another Demi-God might come into existence. I hope I'm wrong.