I've found a place that will be safe for the night. A brief reprieve, but a necessary one.
Things have happened... I can't say some of them. It isn't my place to.
This week... It became... dull, somewhere along the way. The constant fear and dread has reduced my emotions to practically nothing. I feel... numb without them.
The lack of emotional strength has increased the clarity of my thought, however. I have managed to set a few goals that my previous mindset would not have even considered beforehand.
1: Find a new host for Defiled Shepherd. Her complaints and protests will likely be much more tolerable when she isn't occupying valuable space in my thought processes.
2: Renew focus on finding a way to kill the Slender Man, including exploration of a few paths that I had not even thought of previously. Lure and contain methods; blood magic; summoning an equally powerful entity to fight the Slender Man for me.
3: Find allies. A lone wolf does not survive in a war for long, and I want to live long enough to see the Shepherd of the Defiled rise up and be heard.
In addition, I will continue to translate the book that I was previously obsessed with. I might find a way to kill him in there, and I fully intend to practice any battle magic I find in there on him.
Now, Defiled Shepherd wishes to say something. I am obliged to let her, as she has saved my life on numerous occasions.
-Patrick
Get me a fucking new host! No, that wasn't just to Patrick, the insane bastard that he is; if any of you can help me find a new body, I will owe you at least a dozen favors, and a favor from a being like me isn't anything to be taken lightly.
Seriously, I can't say what (his control over his own mind and body has grown too high with the death of his emotions), but he has suffered a great tragedy that he does not know how to deal with. His emotions have all but died, and the only thing left on his mind is revenge against the bastard you all know.
I can't help him with that. I'm truly sorry to him, and all of you, but the Slender One is more powerful than anything I could handle. An Iata would fall all too quickly before me, but I just cannot fight whatever the Slender One is.
Patrick seems convinced that he is the only one who can actually kill the sick tentacled fucker. I doubt it. He represents the fear of all that is unknown, a fear that all humans share. Although, Patrick does have more of a chance than the average runner; he classifies within his mind everything he sees or hears or hears about. If anyone can conquer a fear of the unknown, Patrick holds one of the highest probabilities, maybe 3.2% chances of him actually finding a way to kill the Slender Man.
If he is to win in any capacity, I cannot be there with him. For a person to conquer one of their fears, they have to do it on their own.
One thing has peaked my interest, though. Two days ago, when Patrick and I came closest to death, I saw his life flash before our eyes. One of the things I saw gave me an idea. I told Patrick my idea, and he rejected it.
I'll lay it here, in text over what may not be a reliable medium for long, just in case any of you brave people want to explore it as an option.
Instinctive fear breeds instinctive hatred. Fear of the unknown causes hatred and intolerance of what is not known. One of the oddest fads to have passed before Patrick's eyes represents the opposites.
Love and tolerance is the opposite of hatred and intolerance. This is what I realized from the images of cartoon ponies and internet forums that flashed in our eyes.
The "Brony" movement may well be salvation from our faceless foe.
-Defiled Shepherd
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