Art.

No patient analysis today, I'm on vacation, reason? Happy Easter Motherfuckers, hope you all get fucked by a big ass rabbit.

Because of such a day, I would like to explain what I found out form that decapitated fucktard. You see, back when before I served my Master, before I met Slendy, before I met my dear Fortissimo, before I wasn't bandaged, I was an escaped asylum patient. Not so much as escaped, more like murdered most of the Asylums staff and walked off. Anyways, when I was semi-human, I would walk around the town and kill random people, not as much as I do it today, since the police would arrest me, or shoot me down with no problem, so I had to be careful, so I took my victims one by one, once a month. But you see, in between all that killing, I used to visit a local arts gallery, I appreciate art. It's complexity and so on...

One day, I come into the same mentioned arts gallery, and I find this big picture on the wall, it was labeled the best picture in the gallery, you see it was the sort of gallery for independent (Small time) artists, and every week a picture would be selected to be enlarged and hanged on a big wall, as the best picture of the week. So I see the big picture, I see the artists standing near it and I see a crowd of people lining up to congratulate her, I was not one of those people. It was a disgusting piece of work, it carried no story, no meaning, it was meaningless, just a picture with beautiful colors and so on. In my opinion a true artistic drawing must convey a story, a meaning, there was none behind that one. So I walk up to her, and tell her that the picture is atrocious, I expected to get kicked out, but no, she showed intrigue in my remark and asked me why. That is when I understood, I love when people ask questions, so I explained to her that it conveyed no meaning, a picture of a boy with a ball walking down a friendly looking neighborhood, I asked her if there was any meaning behind the picture. She tried to mumble something out, but failed to provide a proper explanation, she drew that picture, without any meaning behind it, a simple, boring, drawing. After that, I left.

Next week, when I came back, I saw a new picture being selected as the best one, but I wasn't intrigued by it, I was intrigued by the same artists I talked with before, this time she drew something beautiful, but other people didn't see it that way, they were loudly expressing their disgust for it, I didn't care, but her, the artist, she was in tears, hiding away at the gallery's cafeteria. I walked up to her and expressed my amazement for the picture, a picture of an empty city, with two men pointing guns at each other across the street. The message was clear to me, and it was a very smart message, and my words of gratitude, to her, in that moment when everyone were insulting her, they meant everything.

After that, I didn't see her for several weeks, at the same time the news of a serial killer started breaking out in the town and it wasn't me, to my amazement. Guess who it was, it was her, Diana, it was her, the artist, she was murdering those people, you know why? She was using their blood to draw her drawings, I was amazed, in fact, I think I fell in love. So I found her, her apartment was messed up, the walls were covered up with these bloodied up pictures, they were amazing, when I walk into the main room, I see here standing with a gun in her mouth, she was about to kill herself, when she saw me, she stopped. I helped her out, I took a near by easel with paper attached to it, and put it behind her. Walked up to her and only then told her to pull the trigger. When I was walking away from the apartment, I heard a gunshot and assumed she did it, I wanted to come back and see what ended up on the piece of paper, ut figured, it would be more interesting to leave it to my imagination.

Now I realize, the gun shot, was wasted. She didn't do it, in fact she formed hatred towards me, for ruining her life, I don't know if she is a proxy or not, but she organized this merry group of douche bags and now they are after me. This is interesting.

I must thank you Diana, you were the first person to ever express interest in my opinion, at that moment when we first talked, I found something out about myself, I enjoy answering questions, thank you. So let me return the favor, and finish your last art project, soon Diana, soon.



Also apparently, this, Snowblind was after me, don't know if he still is, well, if you are reading this and chances that you probably are, then I pity you, I mean your servant got taking out by a little girl, what makes you think, you actually stand a chance against me, but if you have a death wish, then...

Bring it on Snow Man.