Believe it or not, despite the continual proxy wars, Sandra managing to get out every few nights and coming back with no memory, and, you know, a tentacled man wandering around, it's been pretty calm here.
We've gone out to see some movies, played around in the woods, normal shit we used to do before our lives revolved around keeping Sandra hidden and trying to simultaneously fend off ///It/// and stay on His do-not-slaughter list.
Speaking of the big guy, He's been more taciturn than usual recently. You'd think the constant ass-whupping of His little soldiers would have Him on edge, or at least a little more bloodstained than usual, but...nope. Just watching from the trees or standing in doorways or behind couches during bouts of videogames and tv. We'd normally find it unsettling but we're kinda grateful. As long as there's no dead children being used to take out His frustrations, so be it. Hell, it's what we're good at now, watching for patterns yet inwardly sighing with relief when He deviates in a peaceful way. We're Watchers. Or Avoid-Getting-Fucked-Up-ers.
Sandra, however, has been a bit high-strung. By that, we mean more child-at-heart-ish. While still keeping her daily swear average steady. She chased around a butterfly for about half an hour, then shrieked like a damn banshee when Slender caught it in His fist, thinking He'd crush it.
He just opened His hand, looked it over for a bit, and let it go.
He's so calm recently He can't even be fucked to kill a butterfly.
...How do you take a whole bottle of Xanax without a mouth?
I'm just hoping things stay quiet. Proxy Wars be damned, things are almost idyllic here.
Okay, hang on, Slender's outside and His tentacles are out. He does not look happ
What the fuck-something just ran through the bushes.
I don't think it was ///It////...
I'm pretty sure ///It/// still wears clothes...
Goddammit Matt, you just HAD to tempt fate.