dear_mun | Game hunting, thinking, voice testing, IDKing

To my writer, Miss Mundane,

I preferred being left alone in your mind, Miss. I cordially request your sincere reconsideration of this situation before it escalates. You have not written out the bulk of your head canon for me, and you would likely not be able to find a place that would take an OC for a web original series. While I am honestly a touch flattered by your interest in me, the fact of the matter is it is a far easier task to take up a canon character from a recent movie. That all but ensures success, Miss. I don't wish to disappoint you, but we must be realistic.

Besides, if there is one thing that I know, it is that I cannot escape the reach of the Slender Man. He will never catch me, possibly because it amuses him not to. But the idea of a game or world where there is no fear or pain isn't possible for me. I have grown to accept it. If anything, life is routine as it's set now, dark as the routine is. There is no part of me that would hold it against you if you used another muse for your plans.

Kind regards,

Peter H. Quinlan

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Take it from someone who tried to take that- That Thing on once. Nothing good comes of it. But you can't really argue with these mun guys. Given the alternatives, this is... a bit better.

[Bitter? Amelia? Just a smidge.]

I don't intend to take it on. But despite ample opportunity It has never once taken me - though my memories have been tampered with, I can account for my whereabouts and my resulting injuries were under Its' influence but not by direct contact.

That said, my lady mundane's efforts to find a place away from It or The Thing, as you have dubbed it, come from a well intentioned place.

[Not only is he formal and toneless as hell, he's also got a flawlessly faked Mid-Atlantic accent. It helps when trying not to be noticed despite his hair.]

My name is Peter Quinlan. And yours is?

Amelia Clark. [She smiles once, briefly, more of a lip quirk than anything else.] Just call me Amelia.

If the Sle- [A pause. A deep breath.] If It caused your injuries, then I'm guessing you were a Proxy. Somebody It sank Its claws o-or whatever into. But you're a lot more coherent than most of them, so...

[So yeah. Awkward as hell up in here.]

...How long have you been running?

I- I don't think I know how his mind works. I don't think anybody's does, but if I was to guess I think he might make you like me.

A pleasure to meet you, Amelia.

It has. But I have had a better go of this than some. Why is anyone's guess at this juncture; I've been studying It but my research has only given me inconsistant information at best.

Three years come September, to answer your question. Would it be rude to ask if you are running as well?

I know, sir. That's why I must not go to a game - a proxy in the presence of so many innocent people would only lead to them getting hurt. Alone, I'm hoping I can minimize the damage.

But I'm forgetting my manners. Peter Quinlan, and you are?

Kevin.

Well depending on the game you can be beyond his grasp. I'm too far gone to be separated from this thing inside me, but you seem to have it more together. As long as you're away from his influence you should be relatively fine.

I appreciate the vote of confidence, Kevin. I just worry I'm not as 'together' as I think, and I don't want to unleash that awful thing on an unsuspecting game's population.

This place doesn't stand by the rules of a normal universe. The mundanes can make rules and those rules stick no matter how much Slenderman tries to alter it.

The only thing you would run the risk of doing is becoming whatever Slenderman turns you into when you get those gaps in memories.

They can? Are you absolutely certain of this?

I get violent when Slenderman has control over me. This is why I worry for the sake of others if I go to a game.

Yes I'm certain. He can't enter one of these games unless the mundanes running the games let him in.

Most games I find would have quite a few problems with how he operates and wouldn't let him in.

...thank you, Kevin. This is the best news I've had in years, I have to say.

But surely that means you can get free as well?

My issue is what I become when he wants me to be is too intertwined with who I am.

So even though he won't be there the proxy I'm hosting will be for sure.

Is there anything I can do to help you? Anything at all?

No, there's nothing anyone can do about this.

I'm sorry. And I mean that sincerely.

Thank you, but dwelling on me isn't going to help you.

I can give you an idea of someone who can help you. I don't know how he did it, but he broke the leash on a proxy like me.

I was, once. [She frowns.] But I... I'm pretty sure I'm dead. I mean. Not me, but the me outside of my mun's headspace. I don't know what happened. It's all sort of nebulous.

And did you learn anything? Someone I knew tried to study it. Lots of people did. And none of them got any closer to finding a way to kill it. I couldn't even figure out a way to stymie it other than "run for your life".

Who? And why can't this person help you as well? Kevin, you're a person as well. You need aid just as much as I. More, even.

Dead?

I have learned a lack of emotion and reaction lessens Its' ability to harm someone. That is all I have gathered so far.

Because the only reason I'm not being controlled by him right now is because of my mundane. I can't seek out the help in my universe because I'll stop wanting to.

If we were in a game together, perhaps I could assist you.

I don't think so, but it seems people I tell this are insistent to try anyway.

Yeah. I think it happened on the Solstice a couple years back. I went into the woods with a friend. It was supposed to be a way to kill It. But then it just... goes fuzzy after that.

That's not a lot to go on, Peter. And you can't shut down everything. I mean, feelings are just a part of being human, you know?

Mercy is all that seperates us from Slenderman sometimes. And hope is what allowed me to endure this far. Kevin, there are still ways to fight this. You cannot give up or give in to that thing.

I apologize. I didn't realize we could be here after death. For what it's worth, I'm sure you were quite brave.

I can. I have to. It's my only defense; and without it I would fall to fear. This is all I have to go on, and yes, it is not natural; but if it lets me have enough time to discover how to kill this thing, then that's the price I'll pay. Other people's lives are more important than my feelings.

I would really like to believe that, but I've given up hope on getting out of this alive a long time ago.

What about the games? There has to be one where you can escape. There are so many out there, Kevin. We have to be strong, steadfast. Cold, yes, because we cannot save everyone. But we have to keep our selves alive and free, or we aren't really living.

I can escape him, but not his proxy that I'm acting as host to. The only way thing that will stop him from using my body is if I'm dead.

Given the things I've seen and done I'm comfortable with that reality for myself.

Nothing you have said or done, even if bad, justifies giving up on yourself.

Game hunting, thinking, voice testing, IDKing

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