It is astonishingly easy to find out all you need to know about someone when you know their name and location, which is why I've never been running around sharing mine (though the notably observant should have narrowed down my location to four or five states by now). Anyways, I was able to find Phillip's (that's the proxy's name for those of you wondering) room quite easily, and conveniently enough he didn't have a roommate. It was easy to ambush him after his last class, a rope around his neck cut off his oxygen supply, and when I had parked close enough to his dorm that getting him to my car without anyone noticing was simply a matter of timing.
You know the economy really has taken it's toll. It's almost a shame there are all these neighborhood filled with empty houses. After driving to the place I had set up for our talk I dropped off Phillip and made sure he wouldn't be leaving or alerting anyone in the area of his presence anytime soon and returned to school for a couple of hours, just to make sure there wasn't anything I missed. Around 3:00 in the afternoon I returned to the house to find my proxy friend awake and confused. The following conversation is not verbatim, but it is close enough to get the general idea across.
Me: (while removing a gag) So you're awake, good, we can have our conversation now.
Phillip: (glaring) What do you want?
Me: I want to know why you're here.
Phillip: (struggling against the ropes) I'm here because you kidnapped me you physcho! (remember this isn't verbatim, some of it has also been strategiclly edited to be more family freindly. In case you haven't noticed I'm not a very profane person.)
Me: There's plenty of people out there that would call you a physcho just as quickly. ( I retreived his mask from my backpack (yes he had a mask, it was in his room, not even well hidden)) I know what you are, I knew from the second I saw you, now why don't why try again? ( I flipped open my knife) Why are you here?
Phillip: (He showed surperise at first, followed by a breif flash of fear before he answered with an ovbiously false bravado) Oh so you're a runner ( Somehow it was both refreshing and annoying to be mistaken for a runner) you'll never get away with this "Father" (yes, he's one of those proxies) will protect me (he sneered).
Me: (rolling my eyes) Oh well, good for him. (I moved behind him so he couldn't see me) Do you know who I am, Phillip? Have you heard of (I said me real name here, I will of course not repeat it to the masses). Or perheaps "FreedomCaged"
Phillip: (he shook his head) No why should I?
Me: You shouldn't, and it's fortunate for you that you don't. (I leaned forward and put my knife against his neck) But I still need a reason to let you live, I've come this far, and to let you leave here would be a waste.
Unfortunately for dramatic timing this is when the Slender Man himself decided to make an entrance. I mean sure it was a good place for him to enter, but if I had been in charge of his timing he would have appeared a few lines later at a much more dramatic moment. Still, I suppose it was good enough placement to present adaquate theatrics. After I was informed it would be in my best intrest to let Phillip go I gladly cut him loose and sent him on his way. Admitadly he didn't have a car, and I may have been less than skillful when removing his binding, but I have no doubt he made it to a public road long before there was any risk of death by blood loss. After that the big guy and I had a little talk about boundries, by the end we of course hugged and made up, or at the very least neither of us treid to fattaly wound the other, so I'm calling it a sucess.
Long story short: it turns out the proxy was simply a spook, asigned to someone else in that class (I'm not sure who, yet, I haven't noticed any Hunted, but it gets easier to tell the longer they're exposed to Slender shenagians, so I'll figure it out.). So that's the story, I bet is was just riviting. I'd add a soundtrack, but my next class begins rather shortly, so I'll just say so long for now. The next post will be about someting other than myself, so rejoice in that.
See you around