Report: Hippie

So that hippie tied up downstairs he's a real case alright.  For the past few days I've been trying to figure out who the hell he is through various means including some less ethical ones.  There are still too many unknown factors, but I did find two things that are interesting to note.

1. This guy is constantly thanking me for hurting him.  Whenever I start mistreating him in anyway whether it's verbal or physical he thanks me.  When I asked him why he said it was because, "You're my friend and I know everything you do is done to help me.  As my friend."  From what I understand this guy isn't even a masochistic, because he doesn't look like like be likes it, but he just puts up with it.
2. The fucker has some sort of field or aura that makes you like him.  A Friend Field would probably be fitting title considering he calls everyone a friend.  I believe that he has something like this for two reasons.  The first is the way I start to develop pity for Hippie, which I should after being a proxy.  Even if it was less than a year pity for the victim is the first thing they rid you of.  To put this to the test I capture a rapid alley dog and put it in the basement with Hippie.  At first the dog was biting into Hippie's arm, but within minutes it was licking his hand and nudging against it.  When I removed the dog from Hippie he degraded back to its usual self within minutes.

The fact that this field could maybe exist suggest a more supernatural part to this guy.  I can tell I'm in over my head with this, so I've contacted some people that might be interested in studying him.

Report: My New "Friend"

Like I told pHIL I've been doing fine recently it's just been slow.  Until earlier today when that one guy showed up again.  You know the one who seems to follow me around and that the Cold Boy "doesn't like," well he showed up again and this time it didn't end with him walking away like it did before.  Also I have dubbed this man "Hippie" since he refuses to give me his name and I don't want to refer to him as, "my friend" or "the other man."

H: How are you doing friend?

W:  You?  What are you doing here and how the fuck did you find me?

H:  I came to see how you are doing of course.

W:  You didn't answer the second question.

H:  Oh.  Well I just know.  You know?

W:  No.  Go away I don't want any of this weird shit right now.  I've had a nice vacation lately and I would to stay on vacation longer.

H:  But I don't want to cause you any trouble, I just want to help you.

W:  Why?  Why?  Why?  Why?  Why?  Fucking why? 

H:  You know the reason .

W:  Stop with the whole "you're my friend" bullshit.  I don't know you and you clearly don't know me.

H:  *Paused for a moment and just stared at me*  You're hurt and not just physically, but mentally.  You are guilt ridden after what you did to everyone you knew and you push others away so that you don't have to worry about hurting someone close to you.  But look at you.  You are miserable and you hate life without your friends.  I'm just trying to help you.

W:  Help me?

H:  Yes.  Won't you let me?

W:  ...sure.  Why not?

H:  Good, a life without friends isn't a real life.

W:  Now what?

H:  It's simple, now you just be my friend.

I said yes and walked away, but as I got farther something felt off.  The more I thought about it the more suspicious it got.  I never would have said yes when I don't know anything about that stalker.  And that speech I mean I'm sure when you read it you were groan about how cheesy it is.  I turned around and yell at him.

W:  Hey can I ask you a question?

H:  Of course friend.

I ran up to him really quick then punched him, knocking him out.

W:  Who the fuck are you?

Now I have a man tied up downstairs in the abandoned building I've been spending the last week in.  I'll report on what I find out from him when I do.