About Lya's post. She tends to get pissed, and is sometimes more protective than Slender.
I'm not going to lash out at anyone who doesn't trust me, because that much is inevitable. I mean, the Slender Man hovers over me like a mama lion, while He normally rips people to shreds and fucks with their minds. Who wouldn't suspect something like that? Hell, maybe I'm not even human, or not human anymore. I don't know how to explain it. It's like those clouds hovering over cartoon characters when they feel like crap, except with tentacles and a sick way of going about His business.
For those who will listen and still have a shred of trust, we were trying to get the runner into the closet where Slender wouldn't see him, to give me time to explain that killing him would only make it worse for everyone involved. I didn't want him to die. I'm sick of the dying.
And yes, Nessa, I am naive. I was naive as a seven year old girl trying to convince myself that maybe He killed that bully because He was a hero preventing anyone else from being hurt like Lya. I was naive as the ten years went by as I told myself that eventually He'd get bored with me and either kill me or just leave. And I'm naive now. We've been attacked by proxies and runner alike, we've attracted the attention of a second abomination, and now we've killed someone who, under different circumstances, might've been an ally to us.
I'm used to the distrust by now. You don't spend ten years being followed by Him without running into other victims who perceive you as a threat. Hell, maybe they were right about it. Out of about 22 who shied away, 13 turned up dead, 4 dissapeared, and at least one has showed up Hallowed on my doorstep.
I get it. I have blood on my hands. If I could deny the blood of my parents, and deny the blood of those above, then I can't ignore the runner's.
He's dead, because I didn't stop to think things through.
So please, stop fighting. I know what happened, I understand the repercussions.
I just wanna sleep.