Back again.

Johnny and I over the months or so were captured by Slendershit. Not.  Fun. I remember seeing the Operator Symbol, and a migraine every day. Slendy himself watched me, even when I broke out using a plank in the shed, and I ran for nearly miles back to Boston. It was probably in Springfield, near the woods. It was one hell of a camp. I saw hung bodies, with names written on trees. I only recognized a few. "DANIEL", "STEPHEN", "VERONICA", all of them written crudley onto the sides. I hope will can all speak later. Bye for now. -Liam.

Christ, It's 1 and I'm covered in proxy blood!
More details will be had later, my friends. -Liam.

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Surprise, Johnathan. Happy birthday.

Why'd you have to run away? He loved you, I loved you.

It's sad that your with him, that snob, the downsman. He knew all the time you'd betray us. especially with that Canadian git.

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Me and Johnny went out on a date last night. Went to the Barking Crab. Talked about everything from Deadpool being Slendy to anything else. We went back drunk and full. I had a dream. I was ten again, Johnny was too, in Sherwood Park, maybe?

We walked around, before Johnny spotted a bench for us to eat at. Slendershit was there as well, he grabbed us and...I don't know how but he hung us by our stomachs on branches of what seemed to be 50 or something feet long trees....And literally stretched us out until my finger tips reached the ground. My sides were tearing, as well as my spine before I woke up in the bed, scared out of my wits.

I'll see you all later. -Liam.

Let it Ride.

Thinking about taking Johnny out for a date.

Why? Well, listen to this. One night, me and Johnny got drunk, discussed our feelings and well...here's the tl;dr.

Me and Johnny love each other. There. I said it.
We'll still fight proxies and stuff. Just a little more talk about other things from now.

Goodnight. -Liam.

I realized it.


I'm not a fucking obstacle in It's plan. I'm just a dumbass who decided to fight.

I'll die one day, and it'll be sure soon.

So, hey, for all you beyond the Borderline, keep It, The Slender man, whatever you want to call it, out of your head and home. Goodnight. -Liam.

A poem deticated to Clyde.

The Hellbeast, weary of travel, was captured as fast as the eye could see,

Bound by no chains or shackles, but he could not go free,

The One in Solitude laughed and sang, as a sick joy ran through his mind,

He tortured the Hellbeast, with childish delight, the dog's body left behind.

The Shattered , Rotten and Core bound One, came to slay the killer,

As he screamed, through the land, his scream was quite the chiller.

Let us put down our weapons and kneel on knee, look towards the sky,

"To the great Hellbeast, with all good wishes, we all wish you goodbye."



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Something I thought about after hearing the new of Clyde's death. I'm literally trying to prevent myself from bawling in sadness. Rest in peace, Clyde. -Liam.