Sick

I feel weird, I think I'm sick or something.

The break-in had to be cancelled for the day for that reason.

I called the Archive on my secure, single-use phone and told them I was sick.

Despite the fact that I stayed at home, Collector Rho came and visited me.

"I heard from Collector Alpha that you were sick today" She said as she came in and hung up her jacket.

"Yeah"

"Anything serious?"

"Nah, just the flue"

"That's good"

After a bit of the usual chit-chat I handed her a little piece of paper with the post that seemed to have appeared on my blog yesterday.

"What is this?"

"Appeared on my blog last night"

"Cindy Clark? Were you sleeptyping?"

"I don't think that's a real thing"

"It should be"

"Why?"

"I don't know, but don't you remember writing this"

"I remember writing this, but only because I have her memories, but I don't remember posting it online"

"That's weird, but I guess you posted it and forgot about it. This gifted stuff may be screwing with your head more than you think it is"

"I guess"

After that we started to lightly flirt as always.

I like Rho, she's awesome and clearly cares about me enough to come visit me when I'm sick.

I'm tired.

Oh so tired of this all...

Tired of being a slave to Slenderman.

He wins...just not yet!

~Cindy Clark

Assignment

I got my first assignement.
I even got to take Rho with me, who is supposed to keep a log on everything that happens.
That really made me glad, because I really couldn't have pictured myself going on my first assignment alone.
My assignment was to find information on a P.I named Kudrow. Appearantly he or she has been making plans to infiltrate the Archive. Normally they would have people for that the Martyrs, but this wasn't a sure thing, just a rumor.

I was supposed to investigate if that was true or not. What I decided to do was to stakeout his office at a nearby coffee place, which gave me & Rho a chance to talk for a while.

"So what's it like being a gifted?"

That reminded me that I wanted to write some of Cindy Clark's memories down and post on this blog.

"It's awfully unsettling."

"Really?"

"Yeah, this Cindy Clark has not had a nice life it seems"

"That's a shame, I thought it'd be cool, full of wisdom and stuff"

She looked disappointed  even with that look she still seemed really cute with her red long hair fluttering about as she moved her head. I may have a bit of crush on her.

"How old are you or don't you remember that?"

"20"

I was a bit off.

"How do you know that?"

"I found my old library card in my wallet. The name was scratched off, most likely the doing of Grandfather, but my birth date was there. 29th December 1992!"

"So that's why you thought it was cool I knew my name"

"Yeah"

How long have you been with the Archive?"

"A year"

"been fun?"

"It has been alright, I guess. But I think it can be a bit dull."

"Really, so you're a woman who likes excitement"

"I think you're just the man to provide that" she said seductively, crossing her fingers.

"I bet I am."

We ended up talking for quite some time. This stakeout was fun, although Kudrow never entered or left his office.
Tomorrow we're going to break into his home to try to find something.

Answers

I tried asking around for answers, but people didn't seem eager to provide them. They were either too busy or seemed intimidated by me, for some reason.

I asked a so called Scribe there, a girl about 2-4 years younger than me to fill me in.

"Oh, I guess people forgot to fill you in on things" she said.

"Yeah and you are?"

"Collector Rho, and you are?"

"Zack Waters"

She looked at me as if I had just declared that I eat cute kittens for breakfast.

"How...how do you know your name?"

"I had a blog, my name was declared there, found it when I checked my smartphone after waking up here."

"And it wasn't taken down by the Blind Man?"

"Guess not"

"He must really be fond of you."

"How so?"

"He allows you to have access to some former memories, let's you keep your name & made you a gifted. You must really be something"

She had a look of admiration in her eyes as a fangirl would stare upon a rockstar or something. It kind of made me blush for a second there.

"Anyway! You are a collector, which means you will be given assignments to look for information & occasionally new recruits."

"Alright" I said, pretending to be just dandy with all of this.

"But Rho, can I call you Rho? I still don´t get this whole gifted babble"

"A gifted is a person that the Blind Man has taken the memories of & given someone else's memories. Gifted are usually treated with the utmost respect around here, because we believe that that the Blind Man deems them special"

"I see. So let´s say that I wasn't angry as hell about getting my memories swapped out. What would my current mission be?"

"Ehm...I don't know, unless you've gotten a note you are probably just meant to relax for a while."

"So what is this place?" I asked, which in hindsight should've been my first question.

"The Archive! Home domain of the Blind Man or Grandfather as some of the Scribes call him"

I know I read something about the Blind Man earlier, when I went trough my blog. There was a blog called A New Fear Will Soon Be Born, which told of the Blind Man and other such creatures called fears. I haven't read all of it, I think I'm only about 16 posts in, but those posts gave me at least enough information, but still not enough.

I'm thinking of staying close to Rho. I like her, she seems like a nice person, unlike most people here.

Who is Cindy Clark?

I woke up, not knowing my name. It wasn't until a few hours later that I found my blog & realized that I was Zack Waters. I guess this blog came in handy after all.
Also trough this blog I learned why I only have one arm.
I can't remember anything of my life, except the parts I wrote on this blog. All I can remember aren't my memories, I seem to recall event of a girl named Cindy Clark.

It's really weird, these aren't my memories at all. Who the hell is Cindy Clark?

I'm in a bizarre place, everyone is looking at me weirdly.
Some guy there tells me I'm working for the Blind Man now.Apparently my name here is Collector Omicron.
I'm supposed to collect information about all kinds of things.
This just confuses me, I just-

I'm going to try asking around for answers. I really do not understand any of this.

Really Uncomfortable

Scia told me today that what she meant by the statement she made yesterday. I told her to drop it, because there really is no point in leaning on it. I'm not going to dwell on it. I'm not saying that I'm over her, but I respect her wishes.

I went to the park today, mostly because I've barely gone outside since losing my arm. I actually find it kind of foolish that I became so lazy, really not like me. I chose the park, because it's quiet and I wanted fresh air. I walked past an old man, of course I couldn't exactly get a good look at him. The reason I find this note worthy is because while walking past him I got the chills. By that I don't mean that I became cold, it was more that I became really uncomfortable like somebody was stroking a knife in the air, inches away from my back.

I'm kind of tired right now, I think I'll just go to sle

Not End Well

Scia & I went on a date. Sort of...
I kind of just asked her to go to the movies, but I didn't specify that I wanted to be alone with her. It was only luck that Stephen was sick on that day.

It went really well, until I leaned in to kiss her, slipped and fell head-first into her neighboring seat. It was rather humiliating, I must admit. But besides that the evening went rather well, although it could've gone a lot better.

When we were in front of her door she brought it up as she knew what I was going for.

"I'm flattered and it's not that I don't find you attractive or don't like you. It's just that I think...no I kind of know, that us getting together would not end well"

She then kissed me on the cheek & went back to her apartment.

I'm not sure what she meant by that, but I sure did enjoy the feeling of her soft ruby lips upon my cheek's skin. But, perhaps she thinks of us as friends already and thinks that getting together might risk the friendship. I think that might be it.

I think I'm going to back off for a while and just focus on other things.
At least I tried.

Interesting Development

Apparently, according to this blog post, the Bloody Biker has passed away. It was brought to my attention by Scia, who at times read the blog for reasons beyond me. That is really great news and Kallaway left, I don't really know where he went, I don't really care. I would've cared if the Bloody Biker was still alive, since he could've led me to him.

I really really am glad. Finally I can just rest and relax.
My life is no longer dictated by fear of this freak.

Perhaps I'll just try to get my life back on track. Maybe try working up the courage to ask Scia out on a date.

I really could, since we aren't that close of friends yet. We just talk at times and live in the same buildings. I'm actually closer in terms of friendship with Stephen as we used to go to high school together.

This may be one of the happiest moments of my life.
Now, if I only could summon the courage to ask Scia out.

If only...