#the-recorder

..of course it's fucking you. hatred mutters, looking down at rococo with distaste. and what do you want me to do? I'm starting to think that blue swirly son of a bitch was right for stabbing you. I told you you were getting on my nerves. you've overstayed my 'welcome'. hatred stepped on her wound harshly, before wiping the blood off his boots on the floor and leaving.

..hah, insulting.. not.

hatred smothers a chuckle, almost with glee as he eyes where rococo's arm should've been. eeww stupid freak enjoys violence can we kill them oh, I know! two culprits, in fact. well, let's see.. the one who caused you the injury first was spiral! you must have aggravated that pathetic thing. he trails off, pacing around the room. it's almost like he's having fun with it. there's something strangely too jolly about hatred today. and then there's me. :) yes, it was me! oh, it was hilarious. you actually thought I would help you. pathetic, really.

the recorder is back again, hmm? quit pushing it. I suppose I'll entertain you this one last time. aren't I so nice? ... he eyes rococo's book, their claws twitching. not now. not now. observer, hmm? quite a lousy, boring, obsessed soul. from what I heard, it was pathetically attached to that light. a false deity, have you heard? ..I found its situation quite amusing. it didn't know much people loved it until it was too late. disgusting. as for the light? .. I feel nothing but disgust when I look at her. hatred, greed, envy.. you don't know how much I hate. they took him away from me they took him away an absolute pathetic excuse of a 'deity', if they even are one. emotionally abusive, manipulative. disgusting traits. then again, I'd be a hypocrite if I insulted it for that, hmm? :)

.. hate? no, no. you misunderstand me. I don't hate comedian. he's just been bad. I'm sure all of you have noticed by now. I've been looking for him for such a while now. that fucking brat. she should've known better than to leave me. he can't leave me. they are sunshine, they are love, they are everything I cannot be. sadly, before he.. left, he had quite the fit of anger. said some things I'm sure he didn't mean! he should've shut up when he got the chance. I've been looking for it for a while now. quite the runner, hm? but you have to understand me, no? I have to let him pay the consequences. I'll break his legs and bones a million times, render him unable to move or speak if it means he won't leave. ah, right, about the mic. hatred reaches over and easily crushes the microphone. can't let anyone else hear that, hm?

hm. I'd usually give you a death threat after contacting me so much, but you hold so many reasonable points. consider yourself lucky, journalist. you record and face the fate. let's just hope it doesn't turn on you :)

I don't know anyone here. except for comedian. have I ever told you about comedian? captivating person. I'll spare you of your head getting ripped off if you can tell me where comedian is. no pressure, though.