Would it surprise any of you to hear that I met a Proxy at that internet cafe? No? Me neither. I had been watching the doorway and the consoles for some time, just to make sure. I was there 3 hours and I drank 5 cups of chai tea. Normally, I love the stuff, love it to death. But drinking cold chai tea is pretty nasty. It goes down hard, and all the herbs feel like they're fighting against you. It's like liquid PAIN. But I soldiered through, to make sure that I was up to date, and to make sure nothing was going to catch me by surprise.
The proxy tried to sneak his way towards me, probably so he could ask for my console and then mug me outside or something, but I was having none of that. Crowded place or not, I'm not going to take that shit. So I screamed "THIEF!" at the top of my lungs, and tossed the newest cup of chai tea at him. To those curious? Chai tea is usually steeped at just below boiling; 210 degrees. Compared to coffee, a mere 185. That guy couldn't do anything but scream as I headed outside, and I hope he's spending a night in a cell. That'll teach Him to underestimate me.
Of course, my dad was busy with his own business, and he was uncharactaristically stoic about it. I think that he's starting to get serious about this, too. I hope so, because New York may very well be the worst place to go hunting for Slendy. There are literally HUNDREDS of places I'm going to have to scrounge through. It could be weeks before I cover everything, and I STILL need to get back home before too long.
But New York feels like the right place to start. It feels like he would have liked it there, when he first came over. I'll just have to go look in Chinatown or something, I guess.