#mini narrative

Oh wow look at that you got at least something, ha 48 hours. LAUGHABLE. Of course your program would get results you. Your beautiful baybees. 

You click the notification. 

@hereticalsym69ls @roseredmutant @aberrantcadenza

OF COURSE you named it after your best friend. But no one needs to know that. Actually really no one knows that because you have this sucker locked up so tight that even the best of the best, not including you of course, wouldn’t be able to crack into it to change anything read anything or actually know what you get up to. 

ANYWAY you run the thing and it says your own pre-programmed warning that it can take up to 48 hours to connect. (Bullshit) And up to a week to find an individual (even more bullshit.) But of course you heed this and remind yourself that there’s only so much a computer can do. 

SO you send out the ping and a little empty honey comb pops up, empty, bees flying to and from it. Carrying little yellow balls of “pollen” to fill it up, yeah you made it cute, of course you made it cute, it makes the tension easier to handle. 

You still wonder if that’s a good thing, or if he’s taking his time. Maybe he went and read your blog and decided to save you the trouble of trying to say anything in person, and just come to kill you after your birthday.

...Well, he doesn’t know when your birthday is. But a guy like him won’t have any trouble getting his hands on such information.

Still...you hope not. You kinda wanna keep living.

Just in case, you go and pick up your guitar after it’s been neglected for a few months. You want to play it. For all you know, you could die tomorrow.

You don’t bother going anywhere private. The whole house is empty right now anyway.

What a rare sound. There's actually something good on. Not that there never is. It's just that you usually find a good song, and when it's done, either a song you're bored with plays, or something you hate comes on next. Honestly, you have bad luck with these things. 

It seems to be your lucky morning though. Three good songs in a row? That's rare.

You're sprawled out on the couch, laying on your stomach. Your arms are resting on the armrest, and your head is on them as you just stare at the fireplace, ears occasionally twitching, and the tip of your tail moving from side to side.

Last night hadn't been a night for sleeping, really. That one picture still has you kind of creeped out.

As a result, there haven't been many nice dreams. Just nightmares of purple eyes and obsidian blades.

Definitely not a night for sleeping with those around.

The sound of rain relaxes you, as does the feeling of it. At least, as long as you know that you have somewhere to go.