Killing

Cindy suggested that we might need to move. Considering that the Archive can be very thorough and cunning in their retrival strategies I instantly agreed with her.

We went to a shop nearby that sold cloaks. I had to disguise myself, hide my face in order for servants to not recognize me as a grayskin.

So now I kind of just look creepy, like a cloak with one arm.

Cindy said I looked cute.

How sweet of her to say, but I know its not true.

Cindy said that we need to find Scia and try to kill her.
Hmm...seems strange, but outside of my posts I have no idea who that is.

We seem to have known each other, but thats about it.

"Why do we have to kill her?"

"She's a threat. I can sense it"

"Alright, one of these days you are going to have to tell me what you are. Are you a dying man shard?"

"Nope. Trust me, I will in time. We have to find her Zack, before she gains power"

I guess so.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this though?

Cindy

I've escaped. It was actually easy, well not really but still I could've done this a lot sooner. All I had to do was say that I'm going on a mission and then I was off.

I would've done this sooner if not for Rho. If it hadn't been for her being part of this all I would've never left.

After I was out I took refuge somwhere. Can't tell where I am, but something interesting did happen though.

I talked to Cindy Clark.

The girl who left the note.

The girl whose memories I have.

She appeared to me in the hotel room. I don't know if it was a hallucination or something, but she was there. She was a blonde, petite woman around my age. Her hair reached her lower back and she had a black bow in her hair. She was wearing one of those outfits that are popular in japan, ehm lolita clothing.

"Hello Zack!"

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Cindy Clark"

"You mean-"

"Yeah, the very same. I was formerly a runner from Slenderman"

"What happened?"

"My body was destroyed by Slenderman. My memories taken by the Blind Man. All that is left of me is my conciousness, which I've placed within you"

"How?"

"Don't you worry about that. Anyway, I need you to do something for me"

"What?"

"Scream at the tv"

"What?"

I was confused.

"Just do it"

I did it and I was amazed. Sort of green waves came out of my mouth, hitting the television and breaking it into multiple pieces.

"Wha-Wha-What was that?"

"I'm afraid to tell you, but you are a greyskin. Thankfully I'm here, I sort of rearranged it so that the choir isn't fully affecting you and you can weaponize it"

"Really? Why would you do all of this?"

"I want you to help me take revenge on those who killed me"

"Really? Revenge against fears, can't you aim lower?"

"Fine, ehm...how about we kill their servants one by one"

"Sounds reasonable. I'm up for it"

I was about to go to the bathroom when I remembered a question I wanted to ask her.

"Oh, ehm can other people see you?"

"No, I'm just projecting myself in your line of vision. It took me a while to learn how to work your body. You are somewhat of an enigma."

I guess.

It was nice of her to not comment on my arm, I hate when people do that.

But yeah, looks like I have a project on my hand.

Interesting

Alright, the operation with O'zalia has been ehm, put on hold. I don't know why but he told me to just wait here until he calls for me. Also for the last 2 months or so I have been unable to update this blog because the Blind Man refused to allow me to.

This Scia chick made a post on my blog somehow, I'm not really sure. Rho knows nothing about this.

She's lying.
This is starting to seem like a gigantic conspiracy against me.

I have to get out of here!

Stepping in now

Well, I kind of figured that everything would go to hell. I mean, my run in with the Archive has thought me that nothing good comes of dealing with them. But now Zack is even dealing with O'Zalia and his natural stupidity has led him to, shall we say, danger. I suppose, I could've just told Zack the truth, but I didn't think it would be an issue.

I had other matters to worry about, which is why I'm only stepping in now. I've been reading this blog though, keeping an eye on Zack.

I got Zack into this, I'll get him out of this.

~Scia

Grayskin

Today O'Zalia introduced us to one of the other members of the group he's recruiting. Or dragged into working for him, that's probably a better description seeing how he was tied up and gagged with a red bandana.

"If this guy is so important to your plan then why haven't you let him go?" I asked him.

"Because he's a Grayskin" O'Zalia responded. "I can't risk the Choir manipulating his voice into an ear piecing shriek. Now watch him while I contact the rest of our teammates."

O'Zalia left us for hours and with each one I got more and more bored. Since I didn't see the point in letting our prisoner being gagged I took the bandana out. If I had know what a Grayskin was I wouldn't have been so foolish.

"What do you blame on doing with me Gifted!" The Grayskin asked.

"How... How do you know what I am?"

"I am The Grand Orchestra, I am Sorrow, I am the Choir. The man you see before you is merely one of my hosts."

"You're one of the Phobic Representational Entities."

"Indeed. Now listen to me Zack Waters, do not trust the telepath or the female."

"Wh-"

"Ask yourself this, why did the female abandon your mission so early? And why would the former enhanced use a former proxy as a potential ally."

I quickly put the bandana back on and did my best to ignore the Grayskin glaring at me. Before I fell asleep from boredom Rho came in with some weird hearing device. According to her it will prevent the Choir from manipulating his voice and messing with one of us.

Whoops...

O'Zalia

The search for Kudrow had to be canceled all together, for some reason. After I recovered, which was way past new year's by the way, I was assigned with Rho to lead some person who calls himself Glitch to one of the Archive's prisoners; or at least I think it was a prisoner.

Aside from that we got no orders, we had nothing to to do and for reasons that are beyond me Collector Alpha called of our Kudrow mission.

That wasn't the weird part.

The weird part was when a white haired individual visited me & Rho while we were chatting in the Archive. Everyone else didn't really seem bothered by this guy, but most did sneak a peek. He was wearing long pants & a black shirt with what I think was some kind of Slenderman symbol, but honestly I have not that much knowledge about it aside from Cindy Clark's memories.

"So, you two are Collectors Omicron & Rho, correct?"

I had forgotten that that was my title there, I guess I've just gotten used to Zack.

"My name is O'zalia" he said and put his hands in his pocket, honestly making him look cool.

"And?"

"Well...I'm looking for members in a group I'm assembling, I was wondering if you two were interested?!"

"Why us two? What kind of group?" Rho asked.

"Well...you two have catched my interest is all I'm saying, as for the group...well I guess that's going to have to be a surprise"

Judging by the fact that this O'zalia somehow managed to get to the Archive, I assumed that this would be some kind of supernatural stuff, which honestly I still wasn't used to.

I wanted to decline, but...

"Sure, we love to!" Rho said, giving me a look during.

That look really said it all, I felt like she was trying to tell me,"Do we have anything better to do?" and honestly she was probably right about that, we didn't have anything better to do. It still made me uneasy.

I could use this as a way to somehow get my memories, perhaps O'zalia will help me, even though I get that the chances of that are slim, since I assume all these beings and servants connected to Slenderman, really only care for themselves.

"Perfect, I'll be in touch"

After that he non-chalantly walked out of the room.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Rho after he left.

"I reall am starting to get tired of working here & honestly I'm also starting to get suspicious about things, like the call-back of the Kudrow mission, the Glitch guy & Rictor and then there is the whole deal with you!"

"I guess"

She had some good points, why was I working for the being that stole my memories? It didn't add up.

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.