We lost him

We just found out this morning. He did... He did leap off that building. We just identified the body. Ron Foster is no more. I can't talk about this now.

This is is the last post that will ever grace this blog. Clarice and I will leave this up for his sake, but we will only be commenting on our own blogs from now on. Rest in peace, Ron. I don't begrudge you this decision. You died on your own terms, and the beast did not reclaim you.

Goodbye, my friend.

This is it. Make no mistake. My story ends here.

...If this was ever my story at all.

Forgive me earlier irate mood. I was just angry that you two stopped me from saving the people I might potentially hurt. Why did you do it? He's taking over! Can't you see that?! He's in too deep in me for me to lose him by Running or getting up high. No matter what I've tried He remains strong in me. I'm starting to lose control. I...

I almost strangled a Runner I ran into because He wanted to! My hands... They were around his neck... I almost squeezed, but my hesitation gave him ample time to kick me off and run for it. He didn't make it, because slim decided to do His own dirty work after that.

Anyway, I hold no grudge against you or Clarice. You guys are the greatest. You saved me even though you owe me nothing that can't later be taken again by Him. I'm sorry I have to do this now. He's calling to me from the base of this building I'm on the roof of. Well, if He wants me to go down to Him, so be it. I'll go down. In a minute, I'm going to step off of the side of this multistory building and that will be the end of the threat I now pose to anyone unfortunate enough to meet me.

Goodbye, everyone. I cherish you all, which is why I can't stand the thought of harming any of you if that...that thing is allowed to take me over. See you all in the next life. Ado.

You had no right!

Damn you! Damn you both! You had no right! I was about to be free of Him, but you stopped r from giving me the treatment! now i am damned to him

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Don't look for me.

I can't return to you until I've cleared my head of Him. Just stay alive, guys, alright?

Bad News! -Clarice

Pete's gone back out while I decided to search Ron's laptop for some answers. This is an email I found in his mainbox:

Do you want to be free

-r

This email dates back to Feb. 25th of this year, when Ron was still in Boston.
He sent a reply:

Fuck you

Then yesterday he sent another:

Maybe

Redlight's response:

Then come to the Arched gate

-r

Ron, Redlight can't be trusted. Just look at Robert. He forgot, and yet has been dragged back into the fray. This is not the way, Ron.
As for the Arched gate: St. Lewis?

We still can't find him. -Pete and Clarice

Ron's been missing since 1:00 PM yesterday. It's almost 2:00 AM now. All we know is his last post about trying out different avenues of ridding his mind of Slender Man.This is very worrying.

Ron, please tell us where you are. You don't have to do this alone. We know you're worried that you'll become a proxy and attack us, but we can handle it. We took care of you before in a proxied state, and we can do it again if need be. We can help fight this thing.

I can't... I just can't shake Him!

Hey, guys, small update. I haven't been able to shake Him. I can't get Him out of my head. No matter where I go, how far I run, or how high I go, I can't get His 'voice' out my mind. He's calling. Always calling! I can dull His presence, but I can't lock Him out. My time under His power was just too much. He's made a home in my head for Himself and I can't boot Him out.

I'm feeling the wood of the gallows underfoot, so to speak. Guys, seriously, if anything happens to me, please take care of Pete and Clarice for me. My check may be cashed soon.

There are a few other options and theories still open. I'm going to try them, but I will risk no hurt to my friends.

Had another dream about Him, but not as potent.

Looks like it didn't do the trick completely, but I've found another means of staying sane for a while. The results of coming from Pete's experiment. Don't worry.

Update on Experiment and Attempted Self-Treatment.

The Experiment: Pete and Clarice looking dead on their feet. Apparently, Slendercreep gave them more trouble, but the point is the symbol only barely worked. They said they'd post the details later.

Self-Treatment: Going on Maduin's theory of Negative and Positive feelings directly effecting how Slender Man can impact a person and Robert apparently driving Him back using the power of rock gave me an idea.
Well, I went to YouTube and listened to music for a while to try to lessen His hold. I picked favorites or songs I otherwise have a strong connection to, and watched some Nostalgia Critic (his Care Bears Movie episode, specifically) and I'm feeling the effects. Positivity can temperarily shove Him out. I've still got the slendersickness, but I can't feel Him or "hear" Him in my head anymore.
I've bought myself some time, so I'm going to put my headphones on and listen to a selection of stuff I've burned off onto CD while I sleep. If Care Bears Countdown doesn't keep a slender-dream away, I don't know what will.

You know, there was this one time

When my friends and I were planning on using the Call of Cthulhu setting to start up our own Slender Man-based campaign. For each sanity point lost, you'd get a negative on your will save to keep Slender Man from taking you over. It all seemed so harmless at the time. We were together. Drew, Jared, Josh, Sam, Stephanie, Elijah, and me. Drew's gone. Jared's missing and Pete runs his blog. Sam's gone. Stephanie's gone. Elijah's gone. Josh is missing, but probably just ran. I'm feel like I'm almost gone.

Listen, guys, I know how this goes. When I am no longer here, I want you to take care of Pete and Clarice.

Oh hai thar, tentacle at the window, didn't see you thar. So how's your sex life? I should seriously just ask someone that out the blue and see how they react sometime.

I won't let Him take me. I won't. I won't goo back to wherever I was in late-December, January, and half of Feb. I won't go back to Boston. I won't go back to The Ruins. I won't. I just won't.

Thinking

If you've read what I posted on Search and Reveal, you know I'm not well. I've been feeling it. I've been feeling every known sympton of slender-takeover lately. It's getting worse. I need options.

Damn it...

This whole situation with Fizz being forced to do stick's doing and Zero going mental both just piss me off. What's worse is that Zero actually had the nerve to mock the rest of us and call us a joke. He even mocked our plans for not working (yeah, and his worked so well. Sorry, but you only get to have a superior attitude if you did better than any of us).  Look, asshole, I put my faith in you, Zero, and even worked up enough guts to go tangle with Slender Man after the Solstice to verify that your plan worked, and it's gotten me into heaps of trouble since. It was reckless of me, but I trusted you, and hell in Boston and risk of being butchered by you is what I get. Words cannot describe how disappointed I am. I will never trust you again, Zero. Ever.

 Damn it. Why? What's worse is that I'm an unreliable timebomb. It has proven It can taken me over anytime it wishes to try to kill Pete. Right now I'm wondering why I haven't left them. I'm a liability.

No, I know why. I'm scared. I'm afraid of what will happen if I go off by myself than if something happens if I'm with Pete and Clarice.

I'm sick of this. I'm sick of Slendershit. I'm sick of being chased everywhere I go. I'm sick of looking over my shoulder. I wanna go home. If helping Pete to conduct further experiments and research Slender Man can free us all, then I'll do it. I'll do it for Slice, who I befriended, but am robbed of any memory of. I'll do it for Clyde, BL, Core, Liam, Johnny, all of you, and... me.

I want It dead. Dead and gone. Unlike Zero"sage", though, I'm not going to gut Runners and Proxies over it. I might have to kill a proxy in self-defense, but I'll take no more pleasure in killing an unwilling slave who was coerced into service.

Your days of numbered, Slender Man. Someday. Somehow, we will get you back for everything you've done to us. I swear it.

EDIT: As you can tell, I had some steam to blow off, but damn I am angry right now.

Welcome to the Quad Cities

We've where we plan on staying for a while, one of the Quad cities. Setting up shop, so to speak, right now, so I'll catch you all later.

Spooning with Petey

Yo, blogging live from a restaurant somewhere in America, the American way. Oh yeah. We last managed to snag ourselves a two bed hotel room. Clarice got one all to herself while we men had share. Maybe I should have showed him out to work the Pepper Grinder. Bow-chicka-wow-wow!

On a serious note, we're fine, guys. We're still on the road and we're not going to stop until we reach the destination we chose. See you guys around.

Time of Proto-Ichthys Usefulness: 15-16 hours. We're also moving on.

We just got back from picking Pete up from the hospital to find ol' slendy had managed to get past the outer barrier. It is in the backyard as we speak, staring in at me.

The three of us have come to a mutual decision to just get out of dodge today as of the "burning the carpet from where It was standing at the fence outside" incident. We just finished loading up Clarice's car and as soon as I press 'Publish Post', we're hitting the road.

8 1/2 Hours and still going.

Can't sleep. Getting slender sick. Bastard also tried to ignire the condo. He managed to burn an Operator into the carpet.

Proto-Ichthus Symbols are still keeping It out, though.

Experiment #10 Second Try:

I've hung the Proto-Ichthys symbols from E#10 up at the fence surrounding the condo, and the Operator and Ichthus-Operators on the actual abode. It will let It come closer than usual if the new symbols give out before the standard ones do, but I owe Pete this much.

I hung them up at 11:00 PM, Central Time. I've got the cops of speed dial, so just try to come after us tonight, followers of Slender Man.

It seems we have a gamejacker in our midst.

Apparently, some guy just trolled Lone Hunter, Clarice, and now, myself. He's been leaving anagrams and codes much like Clyde did when he first appeared.. I don't know what all the implications of this are, but I don't like this one bit.

In other news, I've been the hospital. Pete's fine. He's a little banged up, but the doctors will let him out tomorrow. In the meantime, I have some thinking to do.

Highway to Hell

Well, bloggers, last night we did indeed find out a few things. Not just about that symbol, but about me. The symbol worked like a charm from what I can tell, but Pete's the one who'll have to tell you about it, because...

I apparently went nuts. We were all set up. Ol' Slendy showed up when I suddenly blacked out. I woke in some cheap hotel across town with blood on Drew's knife, which I have somehow. Pete's been hospitalized. You do the math.

Clarice is with him right now, but I'm going to check up on him now. I've been taking the mixture that fends off proxification double time that was discovered by Robert. I though I was fine, but I'm not. What do I do?