Hey guys, Shiniva here. Yeah, I'm alive. Well, not really. This is actually UZUKI. Yep, I'm here to fuck with Shiniva's account too. Nah, just kidding. Shiniva's been having issues with her Blogger, so she gave me her password and asked me to submit an entry for her to let everyone know she's doing alright. But I swear, when she asked me to do it for her, I was like, "I'm not having any better internet connections than you, girl."
"Why? Did Slendy get to you too?"
"Nah, my fucking parents forgot to pay the stupid bill of fifty bucks."
. . . Sigh.
Anyways, Shiniva's fine. She's been sending me emails. She also asked me to give you people a message. I don't have the message on me right now because she makes me swear to delete every email I send her.
So, the message went. . . something like this. I'm not one hundred percent accurate on this, I'm just reciting from memory.
Hey Runners,
It's Shiniva. I'm safe. I wish I could say the same thing for Luka though. . . Michael turned out to be an Agent. I'm sorry Uzuki, you warned me, and I didn't listen. I should have kept my guard up better than that. Michael is working for the Slender Man. I'm such an idiot for not realizing it earlier. He never slept, he didn't eat a whole lot, and he was always acting just plain weird. I hope I get in contact with you all again. I'll see you all soon.
-Shiniva Myr
She said some other stuff but that's all that I can remember for now. If she hadn't made me, I dunno, DELETE THE MESSAGE, I would have been able to get it for you guys. Anyways, that's all. This'll probably be the last you'll hear of me, at least on this account.
-HȺLLØWED/UZUKI
