Here at camp slenderland, things are not going well, at all. and really, if you can't see that, you're a fucking idiot.
So why are some of the others running around camp with fake optimism?
... It's not something that I'm going to try and understand.
Am I going to give up?
Fuck no. It's going to take a lot more than one of my best friends going to the dark side to make me fucking give up.
(Those cookies better be damn worth it, Walter.)
But we had to do something. Leaving all this shit around from the people who died (and the person that might as well be dead) is really creeping everyone out. Not me, of course; I can handle a shirt or two.
Christ, everyone is taking it hard. Especially now that-
So we staged a pretty big bonfire last night. It was... soothing, in a way? I don't know; a few kept crying and a few kept laughing and really, they haven't stopped since.
... and I'm banking on nobody checking this, so I'll come out and say it.
I was going through Walter's tent, picking and choosing what we were going to burn because, fuckdammit, some of those textbooks he had were interesting and there was no point in putting them to waste because nobody wanted to be fucking sentimental....
I was rolling up his sleeping bag when I found a lump. Woulda just ignored it but it was unsightly and
okay. Is anyone surprised that I thought it was porn?
... It was better than that. This little soft thing, kinda worn. Still in pretty good shape; patched up with black stitches on white fur. Maybe whoever was mending it had run out of proper thread? Pinned to it was a little note;
I'm going to miss you! D: But Mum and Dad say that you really want to go on this trip and it's going to be good for your career and blah blah blah. They're lying, aren't they? I know you don't like this stuff, so I packed your favourite textbooks without you noticing. Teach Zach some, will you? He doesn't seem the most happy all the time, but he's nice. He said he'd take good care of you while you were gone, so I'll just have to trust him, right?
Try not to get too many mosquito bites! I can't wait to play with you once you get back, okay? No avoiding it for schoolwork!
Uh-oh, I can hear you walking back up to your room. Have fun on the trip, and sleep tight!
(P.S. If you rip Mr. Nibbles, make sure to fix him, alright?)"
Sorry, guys. but when we get out of here, I'm going to be returning this. Plus, this rabbit has a damn bowtie. A BOWTIE.
Beat that, Slendershit.
... and to close on some good news, though it's kind of paranoia inducing;
We got a special delivery yesterday. Food. Water. A bit of medicine. After weighing the risks, we've decided that it's all we've got right now. The paths are so bad that it takes hours to reach the river and minutes to get back. Almost like the forest is going nuts or something; ah well.
Only question is...
Who the hell left it, if nobody can get in?
(Though if somebody doesn't end up keeling over dead, well....
We've obviously got someone watching over us.)
Fight 'till the end;