What head? That brain is mine too, you know. We're practically already the same person.
I need to be alone right now.
Are you sure that's what you need right now? Are you really going to push me away like you have to everyone close in your life? Look at how good it's done them! Look at how good it's done YOU!!
...Fine then. Stay.
They were all sacrifices you had to take so that the mission wouldn't be compromised. It's okay, Scian.
I want her back.
You can have her back in the New World. She is not our focus right now. Remember?
But-
No buts!
You're right. I shouldn't be getting distracted by some girl.
Theeeeere we go!! That's the Scian I know and love. Why don't you do me a favor and get washed up? The red really clashes with your complexion.
...God, I didn't think they'd be that bloody. Didn't you say they were already dead?
Yeah, and poorly reanimated, lol. Veeeery sloppy. 2/10 would not recommend living in there.
I have four shots left.
Use them wisely!!
You're one to say that.
Okay now go seriously take a shower or something you nasty.
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i never had the confidence to talk up about it but theres a guy whos been talking to me..?
sometimes id be doomscrolling as one does when its not a school night and id see them there
in every video that id scroll on theyd be there in the background !!!!
sometimes theyd say stuff to me. "there are some things that will happen that you wont understand and thats okay" "your parents dont really care about you and thats alright you just have to seek out the people that do care" "go to bed imogene" "i care about you"
its weird. thats weird right.
and it wasnt just my phone where id see them! they would be on the TV or the radio whenever rath listened to it! i have no idea if she heard their voice though. they seemed to be only talking to me.
they seem pretty nice i mean. at first i thought i was crazy but then scian told me that he talked with the mysterious person too...
ive seen scian talk with them. whenever hes on that red phone he has in his room i hear the mystery guys voice!!!
ive even seen them on newspapers!! on billboard advertisements!!!! its almost like theyre following me ???
and every time theyre there the whole thing starts to morph into what they want... so like the text in an advertisement would melt and change into different words calling me out by name or something and the model would reform into the guy!!!
it used to really freak me out. back in the summer when i was taking a few summer classes and i freaked out on those kids because he was talking to me through every screen available. i was scared!! and those bullies were NOT helping. it was overwhelming and i lashed out... :(
i still feel bad about it... it was almost like the mystery guy was pushing me towards snapping like that :((
i wonder if thats why scian is now that edel guy. boy i dont even wanna talk about that because i have so many mixed feelings... i know that he cares for me the same as he used to but now he looks at me like the mystery guy does... idk.....
is this weird? am i panicking over nothing? is mystery guy a friend? do any of you know who they are??? i have no idea :///
I know yall don't talk with me much, but if you did, you'd know that my speech is all wack. Along with how I type. I can type normally!!
There's something in my phone that scrambles up my words? It scrambles my thoughts. It turns everything into eggs in a frying pan.
So, I have a scribe today.
I want to tell you all how I really feel, but I can't be too specific or else I'll be scrambled again. Maybe. I don't actually know.
Ehhh worth a shot, ain't that right Jay?
Ehhh don't write that down.
Don't attach your name to mine.
It's not a good idea.
[Annotation: A Pause]
I want to talk about ---
[Annotation: She seemed to wince in pain when she couldn't make out the word]
Fucking hell!
[Annotation: A Pause]
The fire. I'll call it that.
I can't tell if the others have forgotten about it? Or maybe they've got the damn scrambler too!!
The others... I probably wont be able to talk about them now, ain't that right?
It sucks, man! I know those people! They're my friends, god damn it! And I can't even talk about us!!
I can't even remind them of all the good times...
The laughter, the fun. It all has to stay up in here, -
[Annotation: she tapped her forehead and removed her hat.]
- because God forbid the only person who knows anything in this house of creakin wood forgets how to spit out the truth!!
[Annotation: she took a long sigh and buried her face into her palms]
I can't keep living with a gag in my mouth... With a monitor over my shoulder...
UGH!! This sucks!!
[Annotation: she put her hat back on and rubbed her temples with her gloved fingers]
The... fire... was something we all learned about as kids. I was always the history lover, so maybe I was the only one who paid attention in class.
'Course, the fire only happened a couple years before we were born. When they were still rebuilding the town and ---
[Annotation: She was... "scrambled" as she words it. It took her a few minutes to process afterwards]
I think I'm done talking here.. That.... That hurt a lot more than it usually does... Maybe because I'm saying it out loud? I dunno... I just thought that ---
[Annotation: She started speaking in ways I could not transcribe. My apologies. I ended it here and helped her get some water.]
My eyes gaze out into the scenery that lies before me.
A televised tea party where the end worlds meet.
A table set up for four patrons to exercise their mouths in the exchange of chattering words.
In the center, a red rotary phone. To the right, a damp newspaper. To the left, a tape recorder. In front of me, a stone shard. In front of him, a book.
Him. The blind man. A soul with no eyes. Just empty holes in his skull hidden behind thin, ebony lace. Its intricate details distract from the mini voids that dwell beneath his brow. His nose is upturned and his mouth is stoic, he dare not make any expression. Paler than snow, a sickly hue of orchid and lavender due to the moldy rotten skin being draped over his porcelain bones. Bones that were wrapped with dark cloth to hide the weak spots. The most striking color rrrrringing red that glazed his lips as he let them rest, glistening fresh with blood. Or was it something else? It was unnaturally bold compared to his pale complexion, like a candle in a dark wooded grove at night. The fire calmly dances by itself in the sea of nothing .
To my right, the dead one. Odd in how her body isn't as dead as the man before her. She was slouched over, casting a shadow onto her slender form. Despite the man being rotten, the girl was starving. Skin stretched taut against the skeleton, almost no meat to her form. How sad of an expression. To think that she is beautiful in the eyes of the world. How cruel is it to find beauty in pain? Or is it something I should be considering? Morals aside, she looks terrible. But not as bad as I probably do. Her oxidized bronzen features turned gold from touch. The hands of humanity have strangled her weak body, and yet ...
To my left, nobody. Not a single soul. Late again, I assume. Busy on her own little schedule... I can't stop her now. Oh well.
Quite the sad little tea party.
One too spoiled to pick up the glass, the other too starved to have a drink, the last too stubborn to hear the kettle.
Wood: The table lies before us as we sit down to dine. The Earth is sturdy with its four legs. The fire, the water, the wind, the ground. Engravings of of swirls and flowers bud from the edges. This table was created by a bang. It will end with one too.
Porcelain: A way to describe your somber face as you sit across from me, hair dangling before your eyes, shielding them from witnessing me. Don't be scared of something you chose. I look down before me to see a plate similar to your visage. A platter with designs that match those hidden eyes. I wish you would open them.
Soft: My meal is soft. Made with love. Woman and Man joined together to love. To make this meal. It is golden like ichor. It melts and slides down the side. My mouth waters as the butter makes it shine.
Yeast: It sprouts from the Earth to be used to flower into a new Body. He will rise above you. You cannot control Him. Set Him on fire and watch him bloom. The arsonist becomes the necromancer.
Liar: Your mouth stays closed. Your hands are too weak to pick up the fork. Your heart is too weak to pick up the knife. The butter has soaked through its pores. Your hidden eyes rain secret tears. Your parted lips and roaring stomach crave it. Yet the thought of eating disgusts you. Why not indulge? Why not sin? It is already too late to go back now.
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[You stumble upon a recording of an important conversation.]
[Transcript Below]
Death: So. Why have you brought us here today?
Nature: You never ask to see us anymore! What has happened? How have you been? You look awfully… What’s the word… uhmm…
D: Awful. You look Awfully Awful.
Anord: My, my! So many questions already! And I haven’t even started yet! You people are so fantastic.
D: We haven’t talked face to face in years, I… I’d think that questions would be expected.
A: Has it really been that long??
N: I’ve been worried about you. Ever since you and that boy…
A: Ah ah ah! No no no no no no no! I will not be speaking of that today!
N: Why not? We’ve been gravely curious. I’ve been gravely curious. We used to be so close! And then you just… Vanished!
A: How could I have vanished when I’m right here in front of you? Hmm?
N: Well you’re back now! Ack! You know what I mean!
A: Do I now?
D: Stop it with the banter. You summoned us here in a serious manner. Is that not what you said?
A: Ahh, yes. Yes I did have plans. I have plans for the future. My future, ultimately, but, my future affects yours! So I thought I’d let you know of it. I thought I'd ask for help.
N: Plans? What for? Things have been rather.. Stable up here since you’ve been gone.
A: Augh! Ew! Yucky word. That’s exactly why I’m stirring the pot now! I need more!
D: You’re always messing things up. Why can’t you just.. Stay still… and not… do all of that.
A: I can! I did! 25 years! I did nothing comparable to THIS!
N: Mayhem, dear. You’re getting a little distracted.. Get to the point, please.
A: Haven’t I told you not to call me that anymore?
D: No, you have not. Because you haven’t talked to us in a quarter of a century.
A: Whatever!!
A: I want to start over. The Earth, I mean.
[A Pause]
N: …What?
A: We’ve been sitting here twiddling our thumbs for eons. Humanity is getting to the end of its good run. In like 200 or more years or something they’ll all look the same! They'll all act the same! I need something new. Something interesting.
D: You want to destroy all of what you’ve worked for… because you’re bored.
A: Noooooo… I want to destroy it because we’re all bored!
N: Destroying… All of my hard work. My… My creations are like children to me! The plants, the animals, the bugs, the water, the sky, the dirt… I love it all so much!
A: Alllll good things must come to an end, my dear! I know you have a… let’s call it a history with letting your creations go, but think of it this way-
D: -How many things do you intend on killing?
A: Can you stop doing that? Interrupting me? Do you have no manners? My, my! Maybe there is a reason why nobody actually likes you!!
N: Mayhem! You can't just say something like that!
A: And you’re not listening to me! Don’t you want to create again? Don’t you want to be seen as the good guys again? Don’t you want to be wanted?
[A Pause]
N: What would… What would we have to do?
D: Don’t tell me you’re actually considering this.
N: Well, why not? I’ve really missed creating things… From the small veins in every leaf on every tree to the crystals of the tiniest snowflakes… And oh, the colors! The greens! The blues! The reds! All of it was just… fun to make! I’ve really missed it..
A: And you wouldn’t have any limitations. You could do anything! You could make the grass lavender! The sand blue! Anything you want! You wouldn’t have to obey the restrictions that Earth has given you!
D: But… Killing everyone? The Afterlife will be flooded and I-
A: -And you can’t handle that?
D: That’s not what I said. I can handle it. I can handle anything.
A: You don’t sound very confident.
N: Don’t pressure him! We all know that he has struggles with all the incoming spirits.
D: What? No, no, stop. I'm not incompetent, it's my job! I can handle it.
D: Are they going to be on this "Second Earth" or are you leaving them to rot with me?
A: Well, Nature, do you want to have humans there? Perhaps you'd want to redesign them? Maybe give them those weird wings you were planning on back in the day!
N: Oh..? I can decide that? Really? That's a.. rather large decision…
A: I'm giving you much more creative control this time around!
N: And… you're not going to destroy them if you don't like them?
A: There will be no meteors sent upon them this time! I assure you <3
D: What..?
N: It's a long story..!
A: So… Do you want to help me? It'd be a large commitment, for sure! But, it's for the betterment of us all!
N: Yes!
D: But what about Time… Or Order, for hell's sake! They're not going to like this at ALL.
A: That's why I didn't tell them, silly! If you two agree, we have the majority! They'll have to listen!
N: Ohhhh I'm so excited!! I'm gonna make so many cool things!!!!! How do you feel about cows with spots that are cerulean? OR! What about aquamarine??
A: Is it gonna have blue milk??
D: Alright, alright. Let me think for a moment.
N: Take your time!
A: Please don't take Time, I owe him money from New Year's Day 1992 :D
D: Fine. I can hold the souls you take from Earth in a secluded sector of the Afterlife. Nature can do what she pleases with them after you have this hellscape finished.
A: About that! I need help with that. The taking the ghosts over to your domain part! Do you still have a muse or reaper or something that can help me out with that???
D: I mean, I have one stuck in limbo right now. No thanks to you.
A: Myyyyy baddd!! She was a little spy!! Finding out too many things! Plus I needed more drama!!
D: I can have her stitched up and over at your… Shrine...Thing… By the summer.
N: Oh! And I can help too! What can I do?
A: I have a couple of… eager participants that I'm sure would love to be your prototypes for the next humanity! :] If you want to experiment with them.
N: OOOOH!! I'd love to! I'm thinking plant life intertwined with the flesh! Or or! Maybe machinery and materials? OR EVEN MORE COOL FLESH THINGS!! LIKE SCALES!!! I have so many ideassss!!~
The sun blared down against the bleak environment of the December-ridden graveyard. Not a familiar land to you, but to the others? They knew this place very well.
The trees were barren, their arms reached out towards the ground to try to stop them.
There were the three of them standing there above the graves, the shriveled dirt beneath their boots was the only thing keeping the dead from the air.
And then, they started.
The tallest one kneeled and placed her hands on the ground, her eyes aglow and her stare cold and blue.
Not a word was spoken between those three. Not the mailman, not the warrior, not the reaper.
A skeletal hand peeked out from the few grasses, wedging itself between dirt and air, between death and life.
The bitter wind blows harder. Not in rage, but in pain. Wincing at the lost souls returning.
They rise.
Hundreds of thousands of them.
Some were soldiers already, all of them were gone and returned.
