Proxy of the Night

~A written, blog-post-based ARG that tells the story of a decent into madness~

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Apparently, the first few posts on this blog talk about me being a “proxy”. Even the blog url says something about it. I don’t remember posting anything claiming that I was a proxy. Strange.

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I had a conversation with someone with experiences similar to mine. Maybe we’ll be able to figure this out somehow.

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cold

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I couldn’t sleep well last night. I apologize for the lack of updates.

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...It seems that he’s found me. I haven’t exactly been a proxy for very long, and I didn’t think he’d find me on this website--not this quickly, at least. Either way...hello! I hope I can make myself useful. @slenderman-official

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it hurts

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I’ve been starting to feel a bit nauseous at random times recently, and I felt cold all morning despite it not being cold in the building. It’s weird.

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I don’t remember posting that poem...song...thing last night. In fact, I don’t even remember making this blog. What...what is going on?

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He sees without eyes He is watching over us, following close behind to observe We are his proxies, loyal and wise We have only one purpose, and that is to serve

A brand new life is hard to adjust to When all you've done is forget But becoming a proxy sparks life anew One you will not regret

You may think us mindless, slaves to his game But I assure you, my friend, that is not true He assigns missions and is controlling, but his aim Is to convince outsiders like you

So call me a slave, call me insane But I'll remind you of your blindness Us proxies are loyal, traversing the dark plain And devouring the truth he feeds us

Monsters, demons, what could we be? None of the above, as you may see. Despite entering a life of corrupted fun, We are nothing if we aren't human.

So come one, come all, feed me your lies You deny the existence of He without eyes I was chosen by Master, to prove them wrong And that is why I sing this song.

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This is the mask I created to hide my identity. I was told to never reveal my true name or my true face to anyone who isn’t Slenderman or one of his other proxies. So, to all of you reading this, you may call me Eclipse.

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headaches                nausea                fear I think I’m coming down with Slender Sickness. I didn’t think I’d get it this quickly...maybe Slenderman has started to see potential in me already? If so, maybe it’s time I started to recognize him as my master...