-Spencer-

...
She won't leave.
I tried to....
She won't.
No matter what I said
Or what I threatened to do
she wouldn't.

Couldn't.

She's going to kill herself
she's going to die.
Oh god.
Elaine's going to die.


And I...


I...


...


Can't do anything but watch it all

burn

to the

ground.



fuck.

-Spencer- Team, time to take a rest

(Because one can never get enough of themed titles)

So we're all home safe and sound, if you're not counting a few bruises and scratches, whoopdie doo. After the excitement we've had in the past month, well...

We need the break we're getting.

It's kind of hard to re-adjust to home life; sometimes you see knives embedded in the walls because someone startled someone else; everyone keeps looking over their shoulders, watching their backs. And with what has been happening lately?

I don't blame them.

So, to recap, we've had;

A delivery that culminated with being trapped in a Loop,

Sam getting sick from it,

Todd going nuts,

A foray into The East Wing that ended... badly,

Me finding Tom and getting everyone the fuck out of The Wing (did I mention Steele tried to SHOOT SLENDER BECAUSE HE DID),

August realizing that the team really doesn't know a damn thing about me,

Regular deliveries on top of this shit,

Birthdays,

Cam's wedding,

August in a dress

Cam dying,

Four days in The Wing by myself,

Some of the team going after Elaine,

Lots and lots of backstories,

A screaming match in the middle of a diner that's probably scarred Sam for life and will end up costing me a fortune in psychological help,

Aaaand this all is happening while running from Slender and proxies and godknowswhatelse and trying to keep alive. All in a day's work for all of us, I guess.

Either way. I'm going to make a small delivery on my own; be back within a few hours.

Usually, I don't do work without payment.....

But these kids seem to need it.

(And really, I'm just thrilled that someone finally submitted a delivery request PROPERLY.)

Speaking of deliveries, Elaine gave me a bunch of letters that she wants delivered. They, er-

they're from Cam.

I'll be contacting you all separately, I guess. Or I could break into your houses and just leave them there or something. Avoid the social contact.

Don't know, don't care for now. Sure, it'd be faster if I got the team on it...

But they really do need to rest. They've all.

... You've all done a good job.

Try not to get into any mischief while I'm gone, alright?

(And have some fun, for god's sake!)

-Amanda- What The Fuck

Seriously, guys, what the fuck happened guys. It was supposed to be a routine delivery what the hell happened? Jesus fuck, guys. I go to take care of something on the East Coast and everything goes to shit. Motherfuck. Can't leave you guys alone for a fucking minute, jesus motherfucking christ.

Christ, and here I thought these fucking massive storms would make my trip the most interesting.You know how He is with fucking rain. But besides that it was really fucking quiet, for once. Hell, I only had two Proxies to speak of. Guess they were off chasing your doomed corpses. Didn't even get a glimpse of Him, though that doesn't mean a goddamn thing.

Ok, is everyone back at base right? We need to regroup and shit. And looks like I'm going to have to take charge of your sorry asses til you get over the fun Loop tripping. Have to take care of a house full of Runners while off their goddamn heads now. Motherfucking great. I need a cig. Or ten.