Reach and I have never been at a hospital.
I haven't been out of the bathroom of Robert's hotel room since yesterday's balloon fiasco.
I am so suddenly on my guard with you, your ears should be burning.
Forgive me if I do not leap at the chance to know a man who makes up flights of fancy for fun. Fuck, I'm turning into Frap.
Redlight’s planted evidence of ME setting the fire at my house, he’s made me out to be some kind of ruthless, family-murdering, bloodlusting harpy lady. I can’t go back to London looking the way I do, ie, as me. Avalesca is wanted for questioning on the murders of three unidentifiable bodies.
There is still hope. A sliver. A chance. Redlight could just be fucking around with me.
Well, he IS feckless enough to somehow cock-up killing three people. Probably singed his hands while trying to set the fire.
My Valentine is a truly incompetent fool.
Ahh well, that’s why I hate him~~
CATHY + TONY
Ya don’t know just how good you've got it.
I’m not usually one to pry or attack. But I think it’s time for some tough love.
Quit it. Both of you.
I love you both, you know that so don’t you dare try to pull that one on me. I’m younger than you, yes, but I’ve been through enough for you to respect my opinion, you’ve said it yourselves. You know I’m clear thinking enough and mature enough to not act like a spiteful, petty teenager.
More than I can say for the two of you.
You have a DAUGHTER, her name is Cynthia DELMONT.
I’m physically pained to write these words, I feel nauseous even thinking them but…
Redlight is right.
Buck the sweet fuck up and work together or you‘ll end up dying alone and daughterless in some hovel of a place with your guts in little plastic baggies and your blood giving the place a lovely new paint coat. It is NEITHER of your faults. It is SLENDERMAN’S fault. Blame HIM. JOIN UP. And go after HER.
Stop flinging shit at each other like monkeys. You’ll never find her or get her back if you don’t share knowledge and burdens with each other. This is not some kind of…romantic, make-or-break holiday for a struggling couple. None of us have time for petty “you should haves” or “I did it for yous.”
Waah waah fucking waah.
We have barely enough time to get Cyndia back before she fully shatters Slenderman’s control and he kills her for it.
No me jodas, tu hijo de la putas.
Now. I fully intend to meet the two of you, con or sin Reach. More likely con though, considering that I am not letting the man out of my sight. I DO still have that pair of handcuffs from London and if I have to cuff him to me after he wakes, so be it. If you are not working together by that time, I shall still help get back Cyndia, because she should not suffer due to the petty mindset of her parents, but I will make no secret of my distain for the two so called “Adults” who couldn’t stop bickering with each other long enough to save their only daughter.
Darby is dead. This is both a horrible, terrible loss, and yet another reason for fighting Him.
But this doesn’t mean we start getting reckless. I’ve seen you, just because I don’t comment doesn’t mean I don’t read.
Recklessness and believing yourself to be invincible is NOT the way to fight Him it is the way to get killed and have me freak out all over again. And no, I’m not visualising a certain person as I write this. If I’m honest, I have the same level of hair-pullingly, shriek-worthy breakdowns when repeat-offenders/apparent-Supermen like Robert-bloody-Sagel or Zeke-freaking-Strahm get themselves buggered up than when newbies come along and get buggered in a day’s worth of time.
You see that I’ve been capitalising “Him” when in relation to Slenderman?
It’s because after The Quarry, I remembered that this Eldritch Abomination has been around for several millennia and yeah. There’s a fucking reason.
Respect His power. Call Him names, fuck yeah, but respect the fact that He’s really, REALLY stupidly powerful.
Matt is RIGHT. We should not be over the top with our "win."
I can only be cocky for me because I literally have nothing to lose anymore and my self-preservation has taken QUITE the battering.
Reach is alive at least, he's not woken yet, but he's moaning words, names, things that I heaard him say when he was in The Labyrinth.
You planted evidence at the scene pointing to me as an arsonist, Hmm?
I can’t believe you were in my hotel room without me knowing~
I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, sweetheart~
I simply can’t wait. We had to part oh-so quickly last time~
I’ll even bring peanut brittle~
I love passionflowers you know, I loathe roses. Pungent little bastards~
I can’t wait for tomorrow, my Darling.
It should certainly be fun.
Catch you on the flip side, friends,