Job done and done!

 Welp, hes dead. He came out after a good 3 hours, and I shot him. Then two OTHER guys came out of the motel room with small machine guns, shot them too, just to be safe. Currently sitting in an internet cafe, drinking some coffee. I got to clear a few things up now that I read my last post.

1) Being 14 sucks ass. Do you know what its like to be a teenage boy for ( What I am assuming will be ) 20+ years? I can't even drive!

2) How I became an assassin was merely me going around to proxie hideouts asking if they had runners they needed killed. They laughed at my face then I would usually challenge one of them to "a challenge of strength!" aka: Lets fight assholes. I USUALLY won, except when some superpowered slenderproxie fuck puts the beatdown on me.

3) I don't have much past a fifth grade education, just remember this if you see grammar errors.

4) I don't deal with most of the fears, mostly slenderproxies. I don't trust oathbreakers to not poison me, I don't deal with nests as they don't have much freewill on regards to what they can and can't do, I don't deal with EAT because campers disgust me ( I never drink water if I can. Always soda or juice, helps me NOT think of EAT ), and dolls creep me the fuck out so NTY.

5) I have a partner, she is pretty cool. She drives me around, we share the money, go on supernatural adventures, friendly banter, etc etc. She also gives me someone to talk to so I don't go mad killing people. She is the one who suggested I start this dead end of a blog, just to get my creative juices out, no one reads it anyways.

welp

good shooting

-Adam

PS: Just noticed I got cheeto dust on my FUCKING RIFLE.

On the hunt!: Introductions!

   Adam is not my real name, you may call me Adam. A little bit about me, my parents were caught up in some fear shit and I was kidnapped one day at age 10 to be experimented on by Oathbreakers. They tried to make me some timeless thing, like I never aged. Halfway through this very painful process, shit went down. There was gunfire, explosions, seemed like a raid from other proxies. Don't know, I just ran. Now I am 22, except I look to be about 13. I age, just really slowly. Its pretty shit. Anyways, through a long and painful process, I am now what appears to be a freelance assassin for the fears. I kill a lot of people, from proxies to runners, rogue agents to thorns in someones side. Point is, I get payed to be an assassin, and its fun. I have been called insane by some, demented by others, and then there are those that don't get a word in edgewise. Like this runner asshole I am waiting for. He has been sitting in his motel room for 4 hours. I am currently sitting on a rooftop of some movie rental place across the road, eating cheetos and waiting. I talked to this slenderproxie two days ago, saying that this runner was ballsy enough to shoot one of "his faithful soldiers". Dude was a church nut, made me laugh. Anyways, ill update tomorrow after this hit, still don't know what the crazy slenderproxie is paying me with.

Good shooting

-Adam