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.

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...

Plotting

The guy I brought home with me woke up. I found him this morning, he was writing on his laptop something. I respect people's privacy so I didn't bother asking what he was actually writing.
His tentacles were now wrapped around his sword.

"Hello" I said, trying to not freak him out or anything.

He sort of snapped. He threw his sword in my direction, which barely missed me and hit the wall next to me.

"WHY AM I HERE?"

"I...i..." I said, trying not to panic.

"ANSWER ME"

"I brought you here, I found you passed out in an alley, so I brought you here" I said.

He seemed to calm down as he just took his sword back and wrapped his tentacles around it.

"hmpf...thank you!"

I gave him some noodles to eat. He seemed to like them.

"So, ehm...I suppose you have some questions regarding my tentacles or why I was passed out in that alley?"

"I actually don't. From the looks of those tentacles I'd imagine you being a fear servant of sorts"

"You know about the fears?"

"I don't know that much about them. I just did a little research after a certain incident a while back" I said and lifted the stub that was now my left arm up.

"Oh...who did this to you?"

"Ehm, someone named the Bloody Biker"

"Really?"

"You know him?"

"Well...we have worked together in the past on missions, but that was mostly because I was forced to"

"I see. He has been on my case ever since. He put my room on fire just the other day"

"I'm sure he'll tire out eventually, if I know him right. Then again I don't know him that much"

This guy was about as elaborate as a Christopher Nolan movie. Not sure if that can be concluded as a compliment or not.

"Ehm, can I ask you something ehm, sorry didn't catch your name"

"Kallaway, David Kallaway"

"Right, Kallaway I was wondering if you'd help me with something"

"What?"

"I was going to request your ehm... assistance in bringing the Bloody Biker down"

He remained quiet for a while.

"Sure...I owe you one anyway for dragging me out of that alley" he said, "besides I've never really liked that guy that much. He's rather arrogant and narcissistic."

"ehm, yeah cool"

"I can probably try to find some info on his location tomorrow"

This is interesting development. In other news, I accidentally walked in on Scia changing the other day, not that I minded of course. She has such smooth skin.
I'm not a pervert mind you.

 

Alley

I went out for a walk today.
It's rather odd what the universe throws your way. I found a guy.
I'm not saying I went on a date with one, far from it. I found a unconscious guy in the back alley near the gym I used to work at. Like is regular in my life, I was skeptic whether this guy was human.
It could've been him being in an alley that gave me that impression, but it could also have been the fact that he had tentacles.

Me being a good person took him up, while trying to avoid touching his tentacles and brought him over to my place. People tend to forget that even with one arm I'm rather strong.
He was heavy though, having another arm would've helped.

I layed him down on my bed and started cooking soup for him.
Waiting for him to wake up.

This Hour

My friends and neighbors Stephen & his roommate Scia came as soon as the fire alarm went off. I had already extinguished the fire and thankfully my laptop wasn't on the desk when that psycho put it on fire so it was safe.

"What happened?" Scia asked.

"That fucking guy. I swear to god I want to kill him, I want to actually kill him" I yelled around.

"Calm down Zack! Are you eve sure it was the same guy?" Stephen asked.

"Of course it was the same guy, I could tell from his eyes"

Stephen & Scia have been my friends for a while and were the only ones I really told about what really happened on that day, they believed me and started wondering about whether going after him was really a smart idea or not.

For future reference to readers of this blog, I have a crush on Scia, there I said it. She's never going to read this blog, she doesn't even know I keep it.

"Zack, maybe we should think about this in the morning. There is no point in making irrational decisions at this hour" Scia said.

She had a point.

Hate the Biker

For those who don't know me my name is Zack Waters.
I had to make another google account. It was because I wrote down all the information on a piece of paper that I stickied to my desk. I woke up today and saw the Bloody Biker, the guy who cost me my arm merely to make a point was in my house in the middle of the night setting fire to my desk. I was freaked out, because obviously I had not prepared for something like this. The Bloody Biker was laughing like a maniac until he just jumped out the window and vanished into the night. I'm certain it was the Bloody Biker. Who could forget those pentagram ridden eyes of his?

I don't get why he has targeted me. I'm writing this with my remaining hand despite the fact that I've been nothing but a good citizen all my life. I had to stop my work as a gym couch, I now work as a library assistant. It's certainly isn't my preffered area, but the pay is good and its an easy job to do with one hand. I try to be optimistic about all this, thinking this is just some lunatic that will lose interest. But a part of me knows that is not the case.
I hate this.