Backstory

I got a question from Peri Helion in my last post asking why I became a proxy. And I figured that answering that might as well be my next post.

Why did I become a proxy? It’s simple. I really, really, REALLY did not want to die.

For me, it started out the same as most of you. I got drawn into this through the usual Marble Hornets --> Other vlogs --> Blogs --> Oh god He’s right there outside my window.

Several months followed of stalking, with my whole life falling apart. Boyfriend got killed. Parents vanished. Friends abandoned me because I was always acting paranoid and crazy. I tried going on the run, but I didn’t have the money or knowledge to support myself as a homeless vagrant. One day I couldn’t take it anymore, and when I saw Him again, I decided to give up. All I was achieving by running was prolonging the pain. And if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

There’s not guide for how you become a proxy, and I’m not entirely sure how I did it. I tried telling Him I wanted to work for Him, even tried bowing. He didn’t respond to anything I did. When I blinked He was gone, and I had no idea what to think. Had it worked? Was it that easy? Had I become a proxy?

For the next three days I wandered around the city, aimlessly wondering what I was supposed to do next. Never saw Him that entire time. I began to wonder if my attempt to change sides hadn’t worked, and He’d just decided to ignore me. On the fourth day, I was jumped in an alley, thrown into the trunk of a car, and driven outside the city to a shack, where I met Ahriman. He gave me my job, the place I live in now, and set me to work.

And that’s how I became a proxy.