The doctors aren't allowing her on the computer or anything that would require concentration, so she's asked me to type up a message from her. Which she says I'm not supposed to editorialize on, but as she can't actually see the screen for at least another few days, what's she going to do?
Ooooh. Okay. That's a pretty nasty threat. I'll stick to dictation, then, shall I?
"I'm fine. I wish these doctors would LISTEN to how fine I am and let me go home and get back on with my work, but they won't listen. They don't understand why anything a freshman would have to do would be important enough to risk serious complications.
We all know, getting stalked by Slendyfuck IS a serious complication, and the sooner I get back to my work, the (hopefully) safer I'll be-and if I'm not a completely egotistical idiot, so will the rest of you. If nothing else, doing something is infinitely better than lying here in bed.
Reminds me too much of... things. Stuck in a tiny room, watched over day and night, given three square but unappetizing meals a day. My visitors are limited, my activities monitored. Yeah. It's like being back in jail.
Yes. I said Back, so Cam, stop gawping at me, I know you got that call from my Parole Officer.
There. I said it. I was in jail, now I'm on Parole, which is why I can't run. In case you lot were wondering.
No, I'm not going to tell the internet what I went to jail for. Cam, yes, I'll tell you later, and two of the people reading this already know. Well, one of them might have forgotten.
The point is, thanks for all the wellwishing. I'm kind of stunned at how many people showed up to wish me well. I don't... I'm not always the nicest woman around. So thanks.
Shaun, relax. Really, I'll be just fine. You know me, I'm a tough bitch. Nothing's changing. We're getting a new door, with a deadlock and a peephole, and we'll be fine. So, if you're still comfortable with what we discussed, I'd still love for it to happen.
Nick, sorry to call you out and embarrass you dear, but you're so cute when you blush. Or at least I think you are? That dream business is kind of nuts.
Hylo, thanks for the concern, I'll look forward to getting to know you better. You seem cool.
Kay, thanks. Cam really did insist on delivering your hug the moment I was coherent enough to understand where it was coming from.
Shady, yeah. It sucks. My head is STILL throbbing. Depending on when you get done with what you're doing, you're welcome to come by. Though again, timing dependent I'm not sure where we'd put you. Glad to see you're doing alright as well.
Lucas and Joel. Stop fucking blaming yourselves. Ill tell you this in person when I see you, but I want to say it as many times as possible. This. Is. Not. Your. Fault. It's his. Wolf's. And Slendy's. Not yours.
Cam says he's been mucking with my page and commenting on things. I told him to go ahead, just to not be stupid about it. Be nice, don't break him. He's sweet, and his boy would kill me if we broke him."
That's the point where the Doctors caught on to what we were doing, and made us stop.
But she's alright, and I've been handed the keys. In perhaps the most embarrassing way possible. I'll be around, keeping an eye on things for her and catching up with everything for myself. Before this, even with Joel and Lucas about it hadn't occurred to me how much of a difference you all make for each other. Thank you. All of you.