The purple screen

In the stillness of the night, you lay there, tired, exhausted, with a heavy and fractured brain, wanting to sleep,and while the clock keeps moving second by second, you close your eyes you feel your body, so heavy, your back with pressure that should simply not be there, a dull pain in your back, in your legs, in your arms, and the sharp pain of exhaustion in your head, you do nothing, you feel tired, but not tired enough, so exhausted yet your body won't give in to sleep, hear the lack of movement everywhere and don't sleep, feel your breathing, your drying throat, your burning eyes, your fractured brain, and try and try and try, you want to sleep, you must sleep, you know you do, why can't you then why is your body refusing to do one of it's most essential tasks, sleep, to fix the cracks in your awful brain, why won't it sleep, a body who must sleep and refuses to do so, and feel anger, at your dammed body as the sun rises yet again, with lack of sleep, open your eyes once more without having slept, and feel hatred, hatred directed to that fractured brain, to that painful, and horrifying brain

Old red is one of the old fragments, it hates being seen and so it wears a old red coat, Old red is a being that likes to give gifts, it does not know what to give, but it likes to give, so it gets help from the box, another fragment, the box gives Old red one of it's own bodies, infinite mystery, for all we know it breaks all the laws of physics, the box, is the gift, Old red doesn't know what the box has, Old red doesn't know what you want, but the box does, the box contains something that you want, but not exactly, it may contain the exact amount of money to buy it, it may contain all the pieces of the disassembled object, but the box likes to play games too, and it can be cruel, Old red does not like cookies, Old red thinks they are awful, yet every year in the same day at the same time, the box gives Old red a box of cookies, cookies that make you feel like you HAVE to eat them. Old red loathes the box for that, but Old red needs the box, to gift, the box enjoys the games it plays, a box filled with pennies, the total amount of pennies is the the exact amount of money for what you want, a box filled with cut meat and a pelt, the puppy you wanted? It's here, perfect cuts of meat, a bag filled with blood, a box... filled with organs, a beautiful pelt, and a dog collar stained in sick blood, the box sees it only as a game, Old red does not know of the games in plays, it does not know of the awful things the box does, Old red is just glad that they get to give, Old red is just glad that it is not seen, do not stay awake that day of the year, you dont want to even take an accidental peek, Old red does not like that, and if you choose to stay awake, leave cookies near where you are, Old red won't even dare to look near where cookies are

I walked, rather slowly, sickly, everyone talked in the sound of buzzing flies, all around rotting meat, surrounding fame like maggots crawling onto it, they talked and talked, it is irritating, I kept walking, surrounded by the carrion beetles that talked of rotten flesh, then there is was, the sick horse, irrelevant to the world, yet it looked like what they all desired, rotting skin and maggots feeding from it, the buzzing got louder, yet no one noticed the horse, the buzzing got LOUDER, I hate the buzzing, i turned back towards the buzzing determined to end it, kill it, make it into rotten meat, they... were all looking at me, bloodshot and sick eyes, the flies looked at me, even while walking by they looked at me, even while laying on the ground dead they looked at me, even while eating rotten flesh they looked at me, even while killing them all they looked at me, blankly, I... im sorry I seem to have gotten lost on what I was talking about, lately my head has felt like filled with a loud buzzing, where exactly are we uhhh, doctor?? About flies? I dont remember any flies, I dont think I do... but they were there, crawling, fly larvae, maggots, horriding creatures that seek rotten beings, like you, like me, for all I have done I am most rotten, would you like a drink sir? I am sure I got some in the back, are... are you saying this is not the bar? I, where am I? The hospital? Oh please I'm fineee, I would know if my brain had something wrong, it is my brain after.... the horse, the sick horse crawled with the maggots, it had the eyes of dead fish, with creaking bones it walked, the maggots latched onto its dead skin, the maggots were dark, and they spilled a dark thick liquid, and... the buzzing, is louder, child of the coffin, please make the buzzing stop, kill this old and sick horse, spill its sickened blood, dark and thick, a horse who lives lost and watched, I.... im sorry sir, was I rambling? I must apologise, I seem to have been, you look disturbed, did I say something bad? Oh god did I?

On a bit of a liking spree aren't we @faileduser

No need to talk, words are not meant to be heard, that you learnt, silent, the irrelevant one, only used to dump expectation into, no words are heard, no use in talking, so grab the needle and the thread, and close that gap in your head, your mouth, closed, why tell those who won't listen your problems, outside of your house now, tear off those awful wires that hold your mouth shut, and scream, be heard, express yourself and tear the world apart so your voice can be heard at least once, then put the wires back in your bleeding mouth, go to your house, and teach yourself to hold yourself, then she talks, to you, at you, about you, but its all the same horrid words, and scream as a awnser, you don't like to scream, you prefer to be silent but you scream, you cannot willingly scream, but you scream, she tells you not to scream at her but you cannot, you scream and you scream because they taught you that that's the only way to be heard, silent, you are awful with your screaming voice, do not talk, stay quiet, be silent

Smile kid, if you smile, then there is nothing wrong, look at her talk to you again, the same old bullshit making the gashes on your skin grow, and smile, what else could you do, you could only smile, feel those horrid gashes on your skin smile too, feel her keep talking with sick words that crawl into all of your smiles and laugh, laugh because you don't know what else to do, feel sick, awful, and laugh, feel the error of your ways, the wrong you have done, and laugh, isn't it comedic, how everything crumbles around you, how every word feels sick, so smile, it's so funny, all of it, laugh, laugh all day, laugh with tears flowing from your sickened eyes, just laugh, laugh laugh and laugh

The monster, the literal definition of a wolf in sheep's clothing, come monster, beast, we require your words, follow your shadow until you find us, talk to us, share your needs to us, and kill us all, cry a river of blood, laugh with horrible teeth tainted with life not yours, try to hold yourself to prove them wrong, for you are not that monster, are you? And make the river of anger flow, blood mixing with it and your hands tainted with bloody hatred, do not retaliate, you cannot be seen as that monster, a beast, that's what they call your kind, you want to prove them wrong, but your path is laced with blood, you must prove them wrong but each time they call you by that name, the name not yours, it comes out, tearing your flesh apart, twisting your face, pushing from every side just to come out, grabbing your hands chained up by yourself with a thought of containment, hold yourself, tell yourself, do not retaliate, prove them wrong, they are on the floor, bleeding, your hands once again tainted by foreign blood, god, why have you done this, why did you retaliate in such brutality, why have you done that? And now, now you find yourself among people better than you, not as violent, they are nice, they talk to you with care, so repress that anger, don't let it come out, don't let them see you as that monster

The star, so smart, so nice, filled with the expectation of many, and they must act accordingly, they are expected to be beautiful and so they are, they are expected to be smart and so they are, they are expected to act like a star, and so they act like one, they are bright, and they BURN scorching their own flesh because that is what they are, they are a star, they burn and scorch the earth to fit in the expectations that flood them, they burn, and burn so bright so beautiful like the stars in the sky, the burn and burn in beauty and everything else they have, who cares about some casualties, they will burn too, but they will fuel the star, they will make them rise higher, but the star, they, they do not like to burn, the scorched flesh feels no pain yet it feels so wrong, the scorched nerves have no pain to share yet it hurts so bad, the star hates the brightness it has, it hates the expectations it houses deep into its core, they do not want to burn the world yet with every step the world gets darker in ashes, it does not want it, yet they burn and burn and burn, hatred under a wall of expectation boiling and boiling everything feeling harder and harder, but it has to fit the expectations, so it will burn

Ravenous the worm, it sang a song, song of pressure, from every side, piling up and piling up, it made it want to eat, not as hunger, but just as a need, oh worm, such appetite! They said, it didn't want to eat, it needed to eat, there, food in the house, grab it, devour it, there, money on the pockets, waste it, eat more, a face, they talk to you, telling you what to do, oh such pressure, you need to eat more worm, swallow it all worm, it makes the pressure go away if only for a second, eat, worm eat, desperately, feel tired, like you need to eat, but not hungry, feel like you need to get out soon, just to eat, waste some more of that money, yes, eat more, feel like you want to throw up and eat, feel the rising bile and eat, feel like the awful ravenous worm you are, and eat

Task unsuccessful, must be handled at a later date, the flawed permanence we gave to the inspector works slowly, and I, I left his body in a horrible state, mutilated the inspected can no longer work for a unknown amount of time, I must find more people to help, this failed follower is not enough for thr archive, we need the observer to give us more people, or I will have to find more people, which would be inconvenient, the inspector already took me to long