Danny

September 12th, 2019, 19:28

In case anyone ever finds this journal, hi. My name is Kelsey Juep. I’m a first generation Asian American, and what’s been happening to me you won’t believe. I’ve decided to log everything that’s been happening to me lately, in case something actually comes of it. I’m 18 years old, I just moved into my college dorm a few weeks ago, and since leaving home things have been… weird. I’ve been seeing this figure. My first encounter with it I was in the woods and as soon as it appeared, I ran. Tripped, fell, landed on my face, needed stitches, and it hurt a lot. Doctors say it’s going to leave a permanent scar, which I’ve kind of come to terms with. I can be all mysterious when people ask me about it, since Y’know there’s no way anyone will believe how I actually got it. Who’s gonna believe I got it running from a tall, faceless, dude in a suit?

Alright let’s get scientific now. From what I’ve studied so far, this figure just watches. It’s blank and unmoving, it’s really weird. I haven’t seen it move in terms of walking or anything, but if I see it then look away, it gets closer. If my roommate comes to see it, it’ll vanish. If you’re wondering why I’m studying this thing instead of checking myself into a psych ward, it’s because one day I was close enough to it to throw a rock at it. The rock made contact. Also, I’m a biochem major and microbiology minor, looking at things from a scientific perspective is kind of my thing.

Back to things I’ve noticed, I also hear crows everywhere I go. Which, as far as I’m concerned, is strange for New York City. I know I’m from bumfuck nowhere Louisiana, and used to hear crows all the time, but I’ve never heard of a crow in the city. I may try and sketch this thing out and make a diagram of what I can make out. Actually, let me try that now. It might not be great since I can’t really apply any of my usual anatomy class teachings to this drawing, and also I’m no artist.

So let’s start things off simple with some backstory; Malachi’s dad sucks.

He was hyper religious and everything had to revolve around it. This started when Malachi’s mom died in childbirth and Malachi had a birth mark on her back that looked like angel wings.

Yeah he was convinced his daughter was an angel and his wife dying was just a sign his faith wasn’t strong enough. Hence her name meaning ‘my messenger’ or ‘my angel’.

So anytime Malachi did anything out of line, she was reprimanded for it. Told she was ‘just as bad as the devil’ for sinning as an angel.

Eventually her dad joined a church that was basically a cult. They supported her father’s idea of her, as well as any punishments.

She didn’t have friends, all the kids in the church were scared of her.

One day, the church leader got the bright idea to tell her father to sacrifice Malachi to god in order to send her back to the angels.

He was completely on board with this idea.

In the middle of the ritual, something unexpected happened.

They had allowed a demon to enter Malachi, and she went on a rampage. She killed everyone in the room who was involved in trying to sacrifice her, including the church leader. Her father hadn’t been in the room.

When she came to, she knew what she had to do.

She went home, and grabbed a rifle out of the weapons cabinet her father held so dearly.

She found him in the backyard, aimed, and shot him in the head.

It’s funny that she was able to shoot him, since she’s blind in one eye after the ritual.

Once she realized what she had done, she ran upstairs and packed a backpack with whatever she could fit in it.

A lighter, a pocket knife, two changes of clothes, her dad’s wallet— with the ID taken out, a Bible, and a phone charger. She also brought the rifle and as much ammunition as she could fit in the bag.

She hit the road after that.

almost immediately into her journey to now where particular she started to see a tall figure with no face in the corner of her eye.

Honestly she just assumed it had to do with the ritual.

About two weeks passed and the figure was seen lurking incredibly close to her.

The closer it got, the more she was certain it wasn’t the thing that possessed her.

Malachi did her best to hunt for her food, feeling lucky that her father had been a hunter and a survival expert.

The tall figure watched.

Eventually it yoinked her in her sleep.

Now let’s move onto actual thoughts about her

Her favorite color isn’t actually red, it’s blue, but she doesn’t think blue looks as good on her.

All the clothes she wears were gifted to her by other mansion residents because of the fact the clothes she had when she arrived at the manor were fugly. Yknow, on account of the whole not being allowed to express herself thing.

It’s my own personal headcanon that the malevolent stickman likes cats so there’s a ton of strays around the mansion, and Malachi just loves all of them. Huge cat person.

Loves making jokes about her being half blind.

The stitches underneath her blind eye are in the shape of a scope, even though they were originally made to be a cross.

If someone is walking in front of her she’ll accidentally run into them due to no depth perception

Please leave stuff in my inbox about her. Let me yap about her. Please. I beg.

He was initially drawn to you because you didn’t ask questions about the horrible things he had done. He’d show up on your doorstep covered in blood and you’d just welcome him inside, clean him up, and fix him something to eat. The first few times you even gave him a full medical evaluation to make sure he wasn’t hurt, he liked that.

He started noticing things about you. The way you’d hum to yourself when you tended to the garden, the way you’d click your heels together if you couldn’t reach the ground when you were sitting (or on the rare occasion he picked you up), how you’d click your tongue if you forgot your words mid-sentence. He noticed. All of it. He logged it to memory.

He started showing up just to help with chores, not just when he needed a place to crash. He’d bring you back little trinkets from his missions, the necklace the target was wearing or a watch. He’d search each one’s body after the deed in order to see if they had anything on them that you might like.

He lets you touch his scars when you’re laying together. He had discarded his shirt a while ago, being comfortable enough to go without one in your presence. He quite enjoyed the feeling of your hand running along the expanse of his back or chest when you walked past him. Made him weak at the knees each time.

Eventually, he’d tell you why he comes over so late at night doused in someone else’s blood every so often. He’d explain the existence of his boss, how he basically has to sit and wait to get a name and a place, and how exactly he came to find this job. He cried in your arms that night.

He’s hoping to get hitched with you, to run away from it all and make you his spouse. But he knows he could only make the second half of that dream come true. He could never really run from his boss. Not the way it works.

He steals a pair of rings off of some married couples fingers in their sleep, and proposes to you in the kitchen of your house. He’s a wanted man, so he couldn’t really do it anywhere else.

You both get eloped, and you start coming on missions with him. You don’t actually kill anyone, but you’re his ‘good luck charm’.

He’s very desensitized. Let me start with that. He makes the worst jokes about the shit he’s been through, and even worse jokes about what he’s done. He doesn’t see the problem with the jokes until you explain it to him (if you even explain it to him.)

Get out of here with that ‘uwu soft boy’ bullshit. He has his moments where he’s a little hyperactive, but he’s definitely not all sunshine and rainbows like some people paint him to be. There’s a certain comic I’m side eyeing that some of you may know of that absolutely massacred him that I am sure we all agree he is nothing like.

Super into the paranormal, even more so now that he’s under the malevolent stickman. He has absolutely tried to do a seance in y’all’s cabin, accidentally summoned BEN, and got berated for it by you.

Please just hold him and tell him he’s doing a good job. He’s consistently convinced he’s the worst boyfriend in the world and that he’s awful.

Refuses to let you sleep closest to the door. Refuses to be little spoon.

He can’t be in a car unless he’s the one driving, because of the fact a car wreck is what killed his sister.

He’s absolutely tried to lick you through the hole in his cheek before, but ended up grossing himself out before making contact. He does have a weird obsession with drinking through it though.

Toby drinks a lot of energy drinks, to the point you’re concerned as to how he hasn’t gotten a heart attack yet. In fact, you’re not the only one concerned. The evil pipe cleaner art project honestly wonders it too.

He’s allergic to coffee and chocolate. Do not ask me to elaborate on why I think this, I just do. And Ash if you read this no I’m not projecting my own allergies I outgrew them, I can have chocolate now.

He didn’t know it was an allergy until he started dating you though and you explained that the trouble breathing after drinking coffee or eating chocolate wasn’t normal. Or the rash. Or the puffy eyes.

Not a cat or a dog person. He actually prefers snakes. He relates to them in the fact they’re misunderstood, and only certain people can appreciate them.

If you pepper his face in kisses, he doesn’t get outwardly blushy or anything. But, he does inwardly scream like a middle schooler. You can tell. You always can.