David

Here's that conversation I promised

Nathan: Hey you there, yes you, dumbass, with all the worthless info! (This one likes to collect porn)
David: What do you want from me?
N: Hi, I'm Nathan. I would like to ask for a favor, Thoughtborn to Thoughtborn.
D: What do you need?
N: I need you to infiltrate this computer and find out where this Alyssa from this blog (shows him the blog) is.
D: You got it.
N: (thinking) That was easy.
D: From what I see she lives somewhere in [REDACTED]. All you have to do is look in the phone book.
N: How do you know she's there?
D: Because I know her.
N: From where? (Shouldn't have asked)
D: CENSORED
N: Why would you tell me that? Just tell me about the phone book dude.
D: Look, I need to get home buddy. Leave me alone.
N: (Facepalms inside) There's no one on this "subway".
D: So you knew that this was fake?
N: The damn illusion doesn't even have a tunnel.
D: So?
N: You made it clear that-
D: {Disappears}
N: Dammit.

Anyway the rest was me headed to [REDACTED]. I guess now I just have to find a phone book and look her up.

That's what the internet's for. Just go to the website.

That was the plan Jack. I was hoping you wouldn't interrupt this post. I guess I was given some false hope.

I need to talk to you guys for a second. I think our host may be slowly regaining life through information. He has yet to escape our grasp, but Nathan is unaware. Earlier today I felt the urge to sleep; we don't need sleep. Try to find any information you can through the internet. I don't know how many followers this blog has but I need this now more than anything. If our host returns, he may become corrupt and end up like Malkator, except he'll become a Fear. This host is doomed to die or become the very thing he was fighting against. Don't have any hard feelings about Lord. He wants to be dead. He is having a fun time in his cage. I only wish Archie would Embrace him. Fucking Fears.
Letting Nathan back on now.

I hope you guys read  everything I said. I know I typed it, it's on my screen.

~Nathaniel
~Jack

Great

We figured out that Kat died from the blog. Looks like Smiling was following her longer than she thought. Anyway, our plans our almost ruined. Hopefully Alyssa doesn't get killed too. We plan to talk to her later. If she has access to the account I'm sure we can find her. I'll just have to find another Thoughtborn to infilitrate this computer.

Easier done than said, good job.

That took me hours to type. I can barely think about coming into contact with another servant of the Newborn. I recently betrayed the guy, can you blame me? I'm just hoping Newborn has notified Thoughtborn about my betrayal. When I was stronger and I was in service of the Newborn, I had quite an influence on the othe Thoughtborns. So Jack, if you wan this to work, keep quiet. I won't seem strong if you are in here with me.

Fine.

Great. I'll post the conversation with Thoughtborn X in the next post.

~Nathaniel
~Jack

What the fuck?

It looks like my host gave this "Kat" access to this account, because I am not Kat. I don't know if anyone saw that post, I don't know if you care. All I know is I don't like her being able to post here. I can't just change the password, this computer logs him on automatically. I don't know the goddamn password.

You'd think Thoughtborn would be able to find this kind of thing, but we're inside a human body, and if one of use leaves, we both lose control. Not good.

Clearly Jack feels like informing you on what we can and can't do. Pretty stupid if you ask me; servants are reading these blogs Jack. Stop fucking everything up. Anyway, we're watching for "Kat" to post again, and trying to find a way to confront her. From what I've seen the Smiling Man kills his targets and rips the eyes out of their sockets. Let's hope we meet her on better terms.

~Nathaniel
~Jack

Jack needs to go away

Leave my host alone. I was here first. I just need this body until i can find a more suitable host. Can't you just let me have full control over the body until I leave?

No I cannot. If I do you'll corrupt him and make him into another Malkator. Don't know if you've read his blog, but he dreamed of being a Fear.

He needs a bit of corruption in his life; the worst thing he's done is killed proxies. He needs to go out, have fun, drink some alcohol or something.

You do realize the kid's 16, right?

Yes, but I'm like 26, so I can just show them my cleverly mastered fake ID. Plus he's already dead, so it doesn't matter what he does. I just need control until I find my new host. Yes, there is the slight possibility of making him immortal by breaking the link between us, but that's only slight.

100% of all humans infected with two or more Thoughtborn that left the body were made almost immortal and corrupt.

He was never human to begin with.

~Nathaniel
~Jack

My host is dead

Great. Slender Man killed him when we got of the subway. Almost took him as a proxy but I stopped that by possessing the dead body. Didn't even know I could do that. Guess it's like adrenaline. That's too bad; I was really starting to like this guy. Oh well, I have full control until Jack decides to return. After the death I ran to the closest shelter I could find. I'm in a weakened state inside a weakened body; the last thing I need to fight is Slender's proxies. After I regain more of my strength, I'll begin slaying servants. I've decided that Master can go fuck himself. I'll be killing all types of servants. Slender's proxies, Wooden's Dolls, Angel's Timberfags, etc. The more I think about killing things, the more I feel like killing things. Gotta go, it looks like the police may have finally caught up with host boy here.

~Nathaniel

Speech

Well, I managed to communicate with Nathan. Here's the extent of our conversation

Lord: Nathan, can I talk to you?
Nathan: Sure...
L: How can I get you to leave my body?
N: The only way is to let it run its course. I cannot leave until my purpose is fulfilled, and you cannot get rid of me until then.
L: Is there any way you can stop using me to post on the blog?
N: I do what I am told when I am told to do it. I cannot stop posting if my master tells me to do so.
L: Tell Newborn I said hello. I am beginning to recall meeting him during his birth.
N: Hey you didn't call him Newbitch!
L: Did I say something? I don't remember saying anything.
N: Who else is in here but me and Jack? You really don't remember saying anything?
L: No
N: That's odd. It may be a side effect of the possession, but I doubt it.
L: I'm done talking to myself; people are starting to stare.

I really don't remember saying anything about Newborn. That's just what Nathan remembers. The rest is the subway ride home with the occasional shut the fuck up for Nathan.

~Lord
~Nathaniel (You didn't think you could stop me from earning some credit. Did You?)

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.

Slendy's after me again. Shouldn't have made that deal. I stopped killing proxies for him because I thought it was safe. Should've known better. Clearly I've made him angry enough to send his proxies after me. I have dead bodies on the floor of my hotel room. The police have been called... by me, and I've begun my run from both the law and the Gods.

Yes my good enemies, he has begun his Running.. again

God dammit Nathan; why can't you just leave me the hell alone for a single post? You won't hear from "Jack" again for a while; he's promised not to interfere with certain posts. Like the ones titled with cursing. I just hope he can give me more info on his ex-Asshole.

He can. He just won't. He may have betrayed my Master but he can't give out info on the Fears. That's a good way for an ex-servant to get killed.

Thanks Nathan, you are the least helpful proxy I've ever known. Time to leave. Hey Nathan, do you think there's a way for us to communicate without using this blog or Microsoft Word?

Sorry buddy, forgot to tell you that I am capable of human speech.

Thanks...

~ Lord
~Nathaniel

Seen's back- Fak you Dolan

Still a stupid name. Please supply a new name before I show you more nightmares, and I know you hate nightmares.

Fine, my real name is Jack. I am a Thoughtborn who felt like betraying Newbitch. Newbitch decided he was going to kill my family and use them and their stuff as parts for his fucking tower, so I left. Now I'm here in Lord's body, boring the masses.

I said give them a name, not a short story. Anyway Nathan took full control yesterday. I seem to have killed a Timberwolf. Long story short, Nathan's not too good at hiding bodies, so I'm wanted for murder.

Hey, I thought an abandoned apartment would be a great place to hide a body.

It wasn't abandoned... it was for sale! Can you read? I think Newborn needs to upgrade his Thoughtbitches if they can't even read.

I was kinda busy searching for a place to hide a dead guy.

You still should've known that an apartment would never be abandoned. Apartments are taken faster than candy bars and sodas are stolen from convienient stores. Anyway, I guess I need to run; someone is again rapping at my chamber door. YAY! More Poe references!

~Lord
~Nathaniel
~ Jack
P.S. My real name isn't Jack

I've killed more than my fair share

I've killed too many proxies. I can't seem to get rid of Nathan, but Seen has taken a short leave to possess someone else. I found out what they are btw. They are weakened Thoughtborn. They still know everything but they don't seem to be able to maintain control for long. Fucking Newborn.

I don't really like you. You are disrespectful to my master.

He pretty much invaded all of my privacy by putting you in here, talk about disrespectful. This asshole can't seem to shut his mouth. All he likes to do is yak at me about how his master is all-powerful and very large. That's what gave it away. The only Fears I can call large are Newborn and Slendy (in height), and I don't think Hallowed know as much as this asshole does.

You should watch TribeTwelve. It may teach you something.

Way ahead of you. Noah can kiss my ass for all I care, I have no need for a weak fuck like him. By now he's given the Collective the journal and become another vessel. I wish Noah a happy fucking life as a Slenderproxy, and may Proxie have mercy on your asshole.

~Lord
~Nathaniel

Fucking Quiet

Everyone in my hotel decided that opening a crack in reality was a good idea. They were all sucked into the Quiet as you guys call it. So now, my hotel is gone and the people in it are walking on nothing. I ran as soon as I heard someone say, "Hey, where the fuck did my TV go!" As I passed the guy found the crack and walked in. Dumbass.

Some people want to do that you know.

Yes dipshit, I know. As I was saying before being interuppted by myself, I ran from the hotel and it disintegrated. No one will miss it. Just some giant fucking hotel. After that I found a new hotel to sit and do nothing in.

That's not exactly accurate.

Neither is your name "Seen". No one bought that shitty name.

What did you want me to do? Tell them my real name and have thousands die?

Yes that would be lovely...

I detect

A hint of sarcasm. Our situation is quite laughable. We're all sitting in a fucking hotel, talking to ourself. Ha! Ourself. That's not even a word but it's more accurate than myself.

~Lord
~Nathaniel
~Seen

The Other Guy

That asshole forgot to mention me in the last post. Hi, I'm Seen. Yes, my name is Seen. I have also taken a portion of Lord's subconcious in order to gain something. It didn't exactly work out, Nathan has better control of him. I am barely powerful enough to maintain control now. Lord seems to want to leave me out. He is sadly mistaken if he thinks it'll work.

~Seen
P.S. I was the one who explained Nathan in the last post

Shut up Seen they all know. As for you posting here, get ready to enjoy my nightmares for me you fucking prick.

~Lord

Hello Audience

I am still Lord. I just occasionally change to a different person from time to time. No, I'm not infected with Dying. From time to time you will see...

Different fonts

Yes, different fonts. I don't know who it is, but I know who it's from [Can't let him do that]. Of course, he won't let me show this stuff. All I know about [REDACTED] is that [Gender withheld] likes to host [nice try] where everyone seems to die. I'll try not to post anything that he will try and withhold.

I would like to say something. Why do you care who my master is? It's not like you can do anything about it. What matters now is that Lord is now a servant of a proxy. Sort of. He still has moderate control

Shut the fuck up. He seems to have a small sense of humor, though he is usually serious about everything. I can't even crack a small joke. I assure you that I do nothing to help him when I can. I believe his relationship with me is passive anyway. I want to get rid of him as fast as possible. Let this thing run its course and all. Oh, I almost forgot. His name is Nathan. His servant name will be withheld, at least I think so. He'll probably try to give his signature below after mine, as much as I'll try to stop him.

~Lord
~Nathaniel

Another poem- still by me- still shit

A Broken Dream

 

I quickly fell asleep one night

And my dream was wonderful

It was a carnival

Magicians, sword-eaters, and even killer clowns

I like this place

It’s full of fun

I would like to stay

I walked through the funhouse

And saw it there

The real carnival

The one that’s trapped me here

I rode more rides

I had some fun

But now I know the pain

Of a man

A carnival man

One who’s gone astray

Even now I think

That I can leave

But alas

It has me

I hope you know the antagonist

It should be obvious who the antagonist of that shitty poem was. If you don't know you don't need to be here. Anyway, most of my problems with the Plague Doctor are averted. That Oathbreaker was really helpful after hours days of mental torture. He told me why he wanted me dead (as detailed in an earlier post), and how to avoid that. All I have to do is become a proxy of Slendy (or another Fear) and I'll be left alone. Seems easy, right? Fuck you, it's not easy. I won't become a proxy because Plague's after me. I'm not that breed of coward. I don't need to give anyone, especially Proxie, a reason to come after me. I'll just avoid the Oathbreakers' traps until Doctor himself tries to kill me. Another hotel, another state, another Fear battle.

~Lord

A shitty free verse by me- I love you

I love you

 

 

Let's start by saying fuck you

 

No one needs your bullshit

 

Just leave before you get someone hurt

 

Standing there

 

Watching us

 

Wearing your fucking dumbass suit

 

Telling your bitch to kill my parents

 

Hiding

 

Coward

 

Fuck you

 

Fuck your face

 

But there is no face

 

And I do need your bullshit

 

Without it I wouldn't be complete

 

I would be incomplete

 

And that isn't good

 

What's that?

 

You want me to kill my brother?

 

Sure

 

Why not?

 

He did try to kill me

 

After all

 

I love you



Sorry for the name and the picture

Fucking Google+ doesn't allow 1 name, I  have to have a last name, and my picture is too small.

~Lord

Answers

Apparently the Plague Asshole wants to kill me to remove me from the Game. Slendy is pissed, and now I have to host an all out Fear battle in my hotel. Great. I'll be on the road again soon. Tell Proxie I said thanks for the list, and that i hope I never meet his knife-loving ass. I've already found some hotels that aren't filled with fucking Ink. All I need now is a nice place to eat without proxies trying to kill me. Glad I got that money before I left. I think someone is rapping at my chamber door again, Never-fucking-more.

~Lord

It's not Hound

I found who's leaving dead bodies at my doorstep. A Plague Bearer wants to get me sick; unfortunately for him, I'm not stupid enough to touch a dead body. I hired a couple of worthless bums to move them. I'm interrogating him now; he seems to be very defiant towards anyone who isn't a Plague Asshole. He's demanding food; I can't give him any until I get answers and he leaves. I might have to resort to mental torture. I can't physically torture someone, because it'll bring too much attention to where I am. Mental torture however, is fine. People around here are used to hearing people say creepy things and think nothing of it. In the meantime...

Stay safe, and don't help the dead.

~Lord

I can relax... for now

Rake's off my back. I've seen the Plague Doctor around here though. I'll have to move by next week if this continues. I'm avoiding going to the hospital, and I make my own food. Don't need any diseases at this point. I also found a mangled body next to my door yesterday, just great. Could it be a warning from a certain Fear? Am I on the list for the Hound's playthings? I'm trying not to keep any secrets, so don't reveal anything life-changing to me. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's just a proxy trying to intimidate me. I don't care; back to hunting proxies.

~Lord

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I think I just screwed myself

Now I'm part of the Game. No, I'm not a proxy. I made a deal with Slendy. If I take care of some servants for him, he'll stop following me. Now Proxiehunter may be after me, so I'm not going to tell you what state I'm in anymore. Don't know why Proxie would come after a non-Proxy, but I still need to take precautions in case he sees me as a servant. I'm the only pawn on the board that isn't destined to be captured. Unless the Rake kills me, but still, I think Rake is with Slendy anyway. Maybe I'll be left alone for a while. We'll see.

I'm excited to play with you guys

~Lord

Attacked

I've got Rake and Slendy after me now. I saw Him the other day following another Runner. I took it that someone wanted me to save that Runner. I found him dead in an alleyway, and Slendy attacked. Now I have Slendy's proxies following me, and I have to deal with Rake on a daily basis. Anyway, I'm on my way to Indiana now; I hope I'm lucky enough to find a good hotel. Wish me luck.

~Lord

In Michigan

Finally here. Not much EAT here, though there is one restaurant that infects their water with Ink. My flashlight's gone; I'll have to buy a new one. Stealing one isn't an option, especially since this whole town seems to be infested with police. Too much time goes into law and order around here; I can't tell you how many kids I came across that don't know who Abe Lincoln is. Anyway, I think the Birds are trying to kill the Rake; I saw them attacking a creature that was following me, but I don't know if it was a maenad or Rake himself.

~Lord

Fuck this state

I hate Ohio. It is infested with Camper and Timberwolves. Finding a hotel without a swimming pool is a bitch. I am in a hotel now, and I hope to cross the border to Michigan ASAP. I'll have to deal with Timberwolves and Camper along the way, but it's better than staying here. If any of you are in Michigan tell me so I can meet you; I need some tips on which states are infested with Proxies. I doubt anyone reads this but the Compulsion won't let me stop. Please comment if you are reading this. I need help.

~Lord

Killed it

Took long enough though...

It decided to come to the front door of my house. It brought the mangled bodies of my family. In a rage I picked up my sword. I fought it for hours, and I sustained several wounds. It tried to hit my vital organs a number of times, it isn't quite as fast as the Rake though.

Anyway, I've moved out of West Virginia into Ohio.

Wish me luck, and enjoy my signature

~Lord