#grumbini

These words, of no clear origin, have been spoken to you in your mind these past few weeks, as if from an entity unbeknownst. It is a bizarre thought to which you give no attention, wave it off like flies in the summer.

What a cruel thing to take advantage of one’s emotions, these uselessly broadcasted thoughts. Taking advantage of your vulnerabilities, that’s all they are. What a beautiful thing time is, you would like to say. The twelve constellations, the four seasons; usually their reappearance is welcoming, as the moon sets over the Earth, as the Earth continues on its long journey through the empty, clawing, pulling space. That is what you like to align yourself with, after all. 12 is a comforting number. It’s your number. And 4 is just so delectably, mathematically factored in this scenario you think about every 3 months.

But it’s been awhile since you saw 3. It’s been awhile since you saw him, as well. And him. And another him... When Aries leapt into the sky, it bumped Pisces from its throne. That’s the way it is in the house of the Zodiac, and the house of the Komaedeus. Change will favor all of us in time. This is nature, the hard undeniable truths of our perfectly logical, perfectly factored, perfectly divisible, perfectly immaculate world.

And yet, it feels nothing of immaculacy. You can’t blame the rotation and orbit of planetary entities for everything, even if you want to think your recent problems are so out of your control. Something is missing. Something close to home, something in your grasp. It feels like a piece of you is gone.

“I’m ready to be born.”

This isn’t your voice in your head. It’s not how you sound, it’s not a voice anyone you’ve ever seen has spoken in. Yet, painfully, you recognize it. Ever since it started appearing in your mind, you thought you were grieving, and decided you should clean the 2bed2bath heartily until you felt better. You’ve polished Mod 8′s shoes about a thousand times. Mod 16 started bringing rocks and twigs in the house for you, claiming he was making a nest, in the sick way that he does. You’re unsure if he was trying to comfort you by pretending to raise a nest or trying to make a mess so you had more to clean. It was thoughtful, in a way, because you are also fucking sick and you love scraping mud off the floorboards in a demented way.

...

Oh, um, I’m not sure why I wrote this in third person, actually. Can you forgive me for that one? I was hoping you would come to understand my struggles personably if I wrote it like this. It’s more of Mod 1′s thing to do these giant fucking paragraphs but everyone’s on fucking hiatus again. What freaks... Oh, you’re too good for the 2bed2bath, huh? Oh, you’re just suuuuuch fucking snotbagged sickfuckfilled pretentious shitlicking feeteating, uh, okay, forget it.

Anyway I had a job to fulfill so that was just some creative writing to catch your attention I suppose. So it’s just some fake bullshit. I don’t know. I’m tired. Actually.

This post is supposed to be a report aboutI’m ready to be born the uh,

...What the piss was that.

...

...Is someone else writing this post wiI’m ready to be bornth me UMMMM OKAY.

SO ANYWAY THIS POST IS ABOUT Fetus Hinata, whoh has recently gone missing, I’m sure you’rI’m ready to be borne all aware I’m just going to ignore that, we decided tI’m ready to be bornoooooooo, hahaha fuck, WE DECIDED TO PUT UP AN OFFICIAL POST. He’s missing. Look for him. Squirmy little pale fleshy guy, brown hair with an ahoge, cutest tail on the block, you can’t miss him, okay?

God I hate when that shit pops up. I don’t know if it’s a prank from one of the mods or what. I can’t think of anyone who’s home who’d even do that. You’re a sick fuck, whichever one of you this is btw. Yeah, silent treatment now, huh... CowardI’m ready to be born

I’m ready to be born and I need you to deliver me

...Hey, what.

I’m ready to be born get Doctor Komaeda

...We have one of those?

I’m ready to be born ask Mod 44 he will know where to find him I’m ready to be born Mod 12