So I've thought a lot about this situation I've found myself in.
I didn't mention this before because... well I dunno why. I don't think I wanted to admit it to myself what had happened.
The end of my fathers journal pretty much chronicled him losing it. He seemed to more and more scattered in this thoughts. His writing changed, his wording more paranoid, and he began to mention how maybe it would be better for all of us if he just gave in.
He would write things like "Maybe if I just handed myself over my family would be untouched.".
I don't know what his motivation is now... or even how he survived the car crash. I have feeling slend-douche had a hand in it.
So, Glyph, Dad, who ever the hell you are, here's my proposal for you.
If you really are my father I want you to meet me somewhere and I want you to answer all my questions and then after that I won't put up a fight. I'll go with you willingly.
If you show up and you turn out not to be my father then I'm leaving. I don't give a shit what you have to say or who you bring along. I'm breaking anyone's legs who gets in my way.
Email me Glyph and we'll arrange something.
To everyone else: We'll just wait and see huh? I'll keep you posted on whatever happens.