So, like I said, I decided to get Slendershit off of Jean and Kim's back and recharge my batteries at the same time. I'd been saving an idea for just such an occasion.
I went back to the quarry.
It was a very, very, very quick visit (incidentally, so is this visit to the Internet). I went in, made sure I got noticed and then ran the fuck out. That was about...an hour ago? There's a furniture shop near the quarry, so I broke in and got inside a wardrobe to give me a few minutes to check the blogosphere and make this post.
Jean, don't worry about me. You guys are all I have to live for any more; if I wasn't doing stuff like this to help ye, I'd just go back to Coumshingaun and throw myself in the lake with Aria.
I'm not going to lie and say that there's no chance of me getting caught, but I'm just an old coot (even if I do still have the body of a seventeen-year-old). If anyone is ever going to defeat Slenderfuck, it's going to be you guys. I'm not really a Runner in the way you guys are. I'm the Lone Runner.
And now, it's time for me to run, my friends. Jean, take advantage of this opportunity to run, but, before you do, please take at least a few moments to relax. You're going to need it.
Also, just in case I don't make it back to say this; I officially retract my theory that Will is a Conduit. I've read his theories. He's not a Conduit, he's just freaking insane. Seriously, Slenderman is made of kerosene? Right.