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On a level, I almost feel sorry for the Egg. I mean, it's hard not to feel sorry for a woman who was crushed into an egg and was rejected by the man who not only created her, but the one she loves.

That is what she told us.

That is what she reminds us of all the time. It is forcefed to us every day, a constant reminder for why we hate Slenderman.

But I don't understand. I don't want to understand anymore, she can wallow in her own misery. I went to the store today, bought some eggs(haha) and went home.

Home.

A place I haven't been in a while.
I mostly spend time being ordered around by a crazy egg, as stupid as that sounds.

I hope she doesn't find me.
But with my luck,
she will.

To flee

It never occurred to me that perhaps Slenderman is not the most powerful being, that perhaps he's not the only one with little servants running amok trying to cause as much pain as possible. The Egg or The Woman in the Egg as she is called sometimes also has servants. One of them is yours truly, Kiva.

If I'd have to describe myself in one word...ehm.

Is empty shell of person one word?

No? Well, that's what I'm sticking with. My skin is so pale and brittle, broken beyond recognition in various places. I look like an egg masquerading as a human.

I've decided.

To flee.