Someone tried to get into the house last night, through the bedroom window. It was Razor, I think. I don't think Frank could climb up the side of the house unless he's a lot lighter than he looks. We'd left a little surprise on the windowsill (on all the windowsills anyway) so he couldn't get in. Lets just say it involved a tin of white paint, some barbed wire, and cooking oil and I had to remove the trap, clean all the blood off it and the windowsill, then put it back and touch it up so it wasn't visible from the ground. We may not be Badass experimenting scientist-type people, but we can improvise with things we find in the garage. Chester, why do you have barbed wire in your garage?
(I don't know, it was there from where my grand-dad lived here, at least five years.)
Well, useful. We might have to look through your garage some more, see if there's anything else we can improvise with. Chester's quite good at making little contraptions if you give him a few hours, some glue, wire (barbed or otherwise) and a meter by 3cm strip of duct tape.
No sign of Where's-his-face today. He was around yesterday, but maybe he got bored of watching Chester and I goofing around with Cassy and a piece of scrunched-up newspaper on a string. We make a point of not ignoring Slenderp per se, but not really acknowledging him either. There's an Eldritch Abomination on my lawn, huh, wonder what he thinks he's doing there, hope he doesn't step on the hydrangeas, blah blah, checkmate again, Chess, you lose for the fifth time this afternoon.
Despite his nickname, Chess is spectacularly bad at Chess.
Stay safe, everyone.
EDIT: I forgot to say- we're combing through some old family photographs of mine, trying to see if Slendy is in any of them. We're going over to Chester's parents house for lunch on Saturday to see if we can acquire some of his as well. Wish us luck!