So imagine this going on for years. Well over a decade. I don't know why they didn't just drown me in a bathtub or something. They fed me enough to get by. Watered me. In hindsight it was weird, very inconsistent. But that's people right? Random, violent with random spurts of kindness, utterly unpredictable. Had a brother too. But he's dead now, and we won't be discussing him ever. Part of me wonders now, if Mom and Dad made Him just to hurt me more. Cause then I saw first hand how Parents should treat a kid. Because, in their insanity, they didn't think he was the anti-christ. So I made my first kill when I was 16. My second kill and third kill was Mommy and Daddy, back in February of 2011. Amateur work though. I had no idea what I was doing. It felt good though, you have NO IDEA. Just with every STAB and CUT AND TEAR, all the years of FEAR and ANGER, SO MUCH ANGER Just came FLOWING OUT IN A TORRENT OF RED. But you know what? They deserved SO MUCH WORSE. So you know what I did? I ate them. I ate every last bloody chunk from both. I was sick for WEEKS, but I read that some people thought that by devouring a person, you devour their soul. They would do it for loved ones, but Me? I would eat them, eat their soul and they would SUFFER for eternity in my gullet. And I would take all their hate and all their MADNESS and turn it against EVERYONE ELSE. Because deeps down, you are all the same.
So shortly before that, I got a letter. Never found out from who. It linked me to a video. It was put on Youtube mere minutes before I watched it, and it was gone just after I finished. Do you want to guess what was in it? Father. My true father. Slender Man. "Dumah." Hehehehe. So I did as he instructed. I made my blog and SURE ENOUGH. The Proxies heard me and I was saved. I became one of them, I became a tool to be wielded by Father to strike down humans everywhere. I was placed in... Let's call it a class, with a bunch of would be Proxies. We were being taught by a proxy known, at that point, as Gauntlet. That was a stupid name. It was so boring. So Generic. It lacked that special something. So I called Gauntlet, Nightscream. And I learned the art of killing like a pro. Experience is of course the best teacher. Met a lot of fun people back in the day. Would have liked to kill them.
One notable case involved me being shipped off to fucking CANADA of all places. Was told to ruin the life of some bitch named Mitch. Killed her whole fucking family and burned her little farm to the ground. This becomes important later. So anyway, I also met a runner whose name is... Probably well known. A dumbass bitch named Elaine... Although who is the bigger dumbass, the dumbass or the person who followed her. I did something stupid. I did something so stupid. And I paid the price. Went completely insane. Howling at the moon, not bathing, eating raw meat and wandering around like a lost, rabid dog. But the final punishment for my stupidity... Well. Guess who found me. Good Old Mishy. Michelle, Mitch, Michelle, Michelle, Shelly, Shell... So she had me put back together so she could get revenge, and I fell off a large factory into a fire. And I burned, and I burned until there was nothing left but charred meat and blackened bones. That was the first time I died.
Weird stuff happened after that. See, I became kind of iconic, it seems, within the Proxy Organization. Redlight even liked me, and so did... The Attendants. To get "Morningstar" back, the Organization handed the title down to some Psycho Cult Town Kid. He botched it up within a month or two. Then the Second Redlight, good old Spencer, gave it a try. See, Original Redlight had this ability to sort of uh... Register people into his Network. Gave him bodies to hop into if need be. Original Flavor Redlight met me in person once, and because he was a tricky, sneaky, son of a bitch, he registered me without me even knowing. So when I died, my memories and personality were still in his Network. So, when Spencer got the reins, it was a simple matter to take a Hallowed, and shove my memories and personality into that empty husk. I hear he did this a couple times, actually. The First couple Beta Morningstars were still going through my dumbass stage, where I followed Elaine. So they were... Unreliable. Eventually Big Red got one that worked.
Let me make this clear. I have no fucking clue what he did. I don't have HIS memories. HE wasn't ME. He was some Hallowed with Fake Memories. Which leads to my... Current state. See. The Attendants or rather, one of them, wanted their own Morningstar. So here I am. As for the other guy, one of the Attendants ensured he didn't survive a little... Lesson in humility given to the Organization as a whole. I hear good old Dr. Fracture has been leading the remnants. Good on him. Good luck to him too. See. I don't work for the Organization. I work for Father and his Attendants. His Angels. The Organization is a bit too self serving for my tastes and... Honestly... Their actions against Screamer pissed me right the fuck off. Hehe.
SO. TL;DR I am BACK to kill EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU AND ENJOY EVERY SECOND OF YOUR PROLONGED, TORTUROUS DEATHS! It's going to be SO Amazingly fun. Ladies and Gentlemen, boy and girls. Lock your doors, bolt your windows, hide under your beds and in your closets. Cling tight to your warm fluffy covers, because I am coming for you all. Nothing and no one is going to stop me, you cannot run and you cannot hide. All you can do is fight in vain, against someone FAR beyond human. My friends...
You are all going to Die.