The Diary of Lilly Azreth

lost and found

June 6, 1997

Dear Diary,
I don't even know why I am writing I'm alone in a cabin somewhere on the outside of Town at least I think. I have food and water yes but I'm to upset to eat much. Where was he ,why did he leave me here . Where is here, why did I do it!? All questions running through my head as my sanity starts to slip anyway it's late and I'm tired.

June 7, 1997

Dear diary,
Things are moving in the woods someone or something is watching me, and I don't think it's Slenderman. What could they want or is it even a person, it could be an Animal.

June 8, 1997
Dear diary,
I found clean clothes and a backpack of different things including my old teddy bear from my father. I can't believe it survived the fire but how was it here. Who cares all that matters is I can finally get out of these blood stained clothes and regain some of my dignity. I wonder if the shower works in this place?

June 9, 1997

Dear Diary,
I saw who was watching me today he was a teenager older than me but by how much I don't know. He brought the backpack for me why I have no idea. The guy doesn't sit still he twitches and curses to himself. I wish I could see his face but he has a mask covering his mouth and Orange goggles.

June 10, 1997
Dear Diary,
His name is Toby!
He actually spoke to me it was a broken and Awkward conversation but a conversation none the less. I apparently remind him of his Sister.

June 13,

Dear Diary,

Toby had been coming by every night we usually talked or just sat in silence. When I woke up this morning he was asleep in the chair across the room. I found out he was 17 and had Tourette's along with a slew of other disorder he was teased for. People called him Ticci Toby an insult he now goes by.

June 15, 1997

Dear Diary,
Me and Toby have gotten close he tells me about his family and his sister and how he became a proxy himself. It may seem stupid but I trust him, and I kinda think he is cute the way he twitches. Toby tells me I can't stay here forever and he will be taking me home with him tomorrow I wonder what the Slenderman mansion is like.

June 16, 1997
Dear Diary,
I woke up this morning in Toby's arms he smelled of mud mixed with the metallic stench of dried blood and ... Syrup? How long had it been since he had washed his jacket and why was I so comfortable laying in the arms of a killer ? When he woke we grabbed whatever food we had before heading out deep into the woods .The path twisting and fog rolling in yet he had a firm grip on my hand pulling me forward. When we finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we reached the mansion . The paint was a dull gray and pealing the place looked unkept and uninviting to say the least. We snuck inside Toby urging me to keep quiet . We pass a room with a boy who looked like Link from legend of Zelda staring with blank balck eyes at  static in a TV as if in a trance, with a Nintendo 64 controller in his hands . We finally made it to Toby's room as I put down my stuff he hung up his hatchets and took off his jacket and T shirt revealing his scared yet slightly muscular chest. I asked him about the scars and he said one word dad then  promptly changed the subject as he continued to strip down to his boxers and climb in the bed. I stood there my face red as he gently asked what was wrong, I shrugged it off as he mentioned I should change into something comfortable as well .I gulped at the thought of changing in front of him but it was probably not safe to venture out, and I was exhausted from the hike so I finally just told him not to look and changed into my Pajamas before crawling into bed with him.