Tired, as usual

I'm feeling more wiped out than usual today, so I thought to myself, "Hey, self, why not post a blog update? That doesn't take too much effort."

Good idea, self. Very good idea.

Apparently, Slender decided to step up His security surrounding me. He's keeping me protected from... something. Maybe there's something else after me. He would know.

He's been following me since... Well, it's been a while. If I had to guess, I'd say about twelve years. He's never so much as sent a proxy after me or anyone I know, but He's been around. In some sort of Slenderized (translation: completely fucked-up, as with everything Slender does) way, He's kind of a benign entity in my life.

Doesn't stop Him from pissing me off by fucking with other people.

*Yawn*

Well, I figure that's enough ranting. Time for me to sign (x)ff.

~Steve

I'm back

Sorry for not writing more. I've just been busy recently. No college this week, meaning I have an extra hour to devote to my favorite activity: hunting down Agents. Yes, I've realized that they usually can't be reasoned with or helped, but I'd still offer them a chance for redemption. It's sad, really. Either mind-blistering mad, or backed into a corner by Slenderman. I actually do pity them.
Doesn't stop me from trying to hunt them down, though. Their boss has ruined enough lives. There's only one currently I wouldn't capture, and that's Danielle.
The whole cult thing... yeah, that was nothing. Just a couple of nutjob preproxies convinced that they could control Him. They came at me with knives when I told them what I was planning. Let's just say Slender didn't approve of his future pets trying to kill someone on His "don't touch" list. I swear, that list has given me so much leeway it's not even funny anymore. Slender apparently wants me alive, or else He would have killed me right then and there.
A few things I've noticed:
I've started losing things. Just small thing, like coins, cards, pebbles... trinkets in general. I think He's paying visits and taking things. Klepto bastard needs to find his own pencils.
I've started becoming more iritable. Well, that's not really accurate. I've started acting more honestly. It might have to do with my caffeine reliance, but I honestly don't ever remember acting like House when I don't get my coffee before.
I'm tired more often. I just feel completely drained after a full day of school. No real reason why.
Well, I'm signing off now. If anyone has anything to say, say it here. I might not post for a while again.
Steve.

Again...

Since I'm home sick yet again, I figure I might as well share some of the things I noticed about His behavior.

1. He seems to appear more often when I'm tired, hungry, or in some other way impaired. Cold medication made Him show up almost as soon as the side-effects kicked in.
2. As anyone who reads H(a)unting knows, He does occasionally show a more human side. I've never seen it, but then again, He's not really that friendly with me.
3. Non-target humans might not notice Him, but animals can sense him coming from quite a distance. This makes dogs especially useful for any runners out there. That, and having a friend can help keep you sane.
4. He will not show up to rescue His agents (anecdotal evidence, testing required).
-Subnote: All the agents I've captured were fucking insane. They laughed. Not at me, nor at my methods, but at the very idea that Slenderman was using them. They said it was the opposite that was true. Then again, these "agents" were trying to capture me, so I'm pretty sure they weren't the real deal. I think they're some sort of fucked-up cult to the Slender fuck. I'd investigate further, but something tells me they won't hold back.


That's all I have for now. Until next time, this is Steve, signing out.

Holy shit...

I woke up from a nice nap a while ago. Then, I cooked dinner. Just logged on now to see that there's been a new post on my blog. Posted during my nap.

Time to change my password. Although, judging by the typing style of my unwanted co-blogger, I don't think a password change is going to help much. If He hacked it, He could do it again. I don't think it was hacked, though.
I think He might have been in here. In my room.
And nobody noticed...
I'm scared.

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Same old, same old...

Still no luck capturing any Agents. Danielle was right, they are avoiding me. Pretty sure my family's safe, too. He hasn't made any moves yet, and subtelty isn't exactly one of His strong points.
So, yeah. I'm just sitting at home right now. Snow's melting.
I wonder if they'll be any fresh tracks in the mud tomorrow.

Enraged

Fuck you, Slenderman. Putting me on a "don't touch" list, and blackmailing a kid to force her to become an agent. Some fucked-up logic you have there. One would think you'd choose a stronger candidate. One that knows how to move to get places. One that might actually be dangerous to you if you pissed him off. One like me.

That's right. I'm pissed, and now the kid gloves are off.

Expect to see some trapped agents soon. Why agents, you ask? Agents can be reasoned with. I'm going to take this bastard down, with the same tactics He uses. I'm going to turn His agents against Him. I'm not going to sink to His level, though. I'm human. I have morals. And until He removes me from that list, His proxies can't touch me.
So, either this goes as planned, and by the time my name's off His list, He's going down, or I'm off the list before I can do any real damage.