I Think I've Been Targeted.

Please note that Scars is a real user, and a part of these events are real. Scars really does change appearance; Scars did change pattern without even being online. And Scars, yes, Scars was a nonmember Arctic Wolf, which is weird enough without the help of his pattern changing, Scars exists, and I have no humanly idea as to who the hell they really are.

This is a bit of a twist on real events, as me and my friend, who in this is named Hummuspretzel to remain anonymous, did unearth Scars's inactive (yet chameleon-like) account. I really do not know the current state of the account, and I really do not know if they are a hacker, dev, etc. Perhaps they are like Null, another strange account with no real evidence that I could unearth as to who they are?

Also, note, the return address is to a real place; not a house, but you should plug it into Google Maps for some extra context as to what's going on. Same as the address it's going to. As for Seek, same case, but from Scars's perspective. The address on Seek's final bit is different, by the way.

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''As of 2019, as the events happened in late September of 2018, I am unaware of the current state of the account, Marina... Maybe it was ghost-tigered so that nobody will find the strange abilities of the account. For the account to remain relegated to history. So that nobody will see it, and be lost within the events like we remain.''

''I hate what the account did to us when we were just goofing around as of the time you could still say "EATS GRENADE." Awful what that time did to me, and I can barely imagine what it did to you. Marina, I miss those times. Perhaps that's a form of Stockholm syndrome, I am unaware. I know I've grown Stockholm syndrome here. I like it here.''

''I really wish you were here with me, even though that's an awful thing to wish; the simplicity of thought, i'll miss it if I ever get out. You just think that you want to get out; every decision revolves on that. ''

Reciting the olde times, I'd do that for you.

It began when we found that wretched account.

We were together; chatting about life in Texas, how it was. I suggested that very moment that we look up strange names of certain jammers. Cola, Vader, Melon, Banana, Pie...all of them. Those jammers were strange, yes. But I was the one who is at the fault of this, im sorry.

Scars. I noted there was a user named Scars. You looked it up, Pretzel, that was your name.

Then we both got angrier.

I am sorry, I belong here, I am crazy.

I plan that when I get out, im leaving, going missing on my own accord.

If I wasn't crazy, why would I be writing to a dead person?!

To: 1300 Court St, Houston, TX 77007

From: 2801 Gessner Rd, Houston, TX 77080