Femdom

What is he on vacation or something? Im not changing my course that much for Master. He can find me when he needs me. Ive come to a conclusion that there are bigger things at hand right now. 

I found something interesting on my tape recorder.

-begin log- 

???- listen to the psion. Follow the voice. He knows where to find her.

-log end- 

Is dione a psion? Do Slenderman and the Vision have some kind of.... Connection? If we're all just pawns, Alyce, surely aliances are made between the other pieces, right?

-Devin McCoy

Freedom

Devin, we're free. What are you talking about on this blog anymore? Are you okay? We're going to Flordia. Meet us there if you can. We're gonna talk to Master.

~Alyce Snow~

Constable

Slaughter

Im being watched.
I dont know what the fuck it is and i dont really fucking care.
I can hear them tapping at my window at night.
I can see them.
I can hear them.
I can smell them.
I know it's undeniable now.
Alyce and DiamondEye are missing, and i suspect they have something to do with this thing.
It's huge. Fat. Cant hide. I dont think it TRIES to hide.
It's disgusting, and smells of blood. There's no blood on it. It must eat it. Devour everything in sight.
I think it's got cuts, but they dont bleed. They just writhe with maggots.
I think it's got bruises, and it's missing a fraction of it's brain and it's eye. You can see it's patruding skull. Isn't pretty.
Ive come to call this guy the Constable. Someone's gatta govern the others.
Keep an eye out for me.
-Devin McCoy

STOP
FUCKING
TALKING
TO
ME
              I DONT WANT ANYHTING TO DO WITH YOU
                     I DONT CARE WHAT SHE HAS TO SAY
                          I DONT CARE ABOUT THE IRONY IN HER NAME, BECAUSE I CANT FUCKING SEE HER
                                                              STOP FUCKING TALKING, DIONE
                       

                                          JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP


-Devin McCoy

Found you mother fucker.

~Devin McCoy

Stupidity.

We're so fucking stupid. What are we talking about anymore? It makes no sense whatsoever. Last you hear, we're chillin in Texas with fiddledick and a papaya addicted Alyce. How did we get to where we are? We don't remember anymore. It's not relevant. Look; from now on, this is to stay strictly buisness. Im sick of the kiddy shit. I may not be able to be me on here, but god damnit, this isn't a TV show full of comedy. We're killers. We stalk. We slice. We kill. Time to trim the fat.

~Devin McCoy