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05-23-2023, 02:44 AM
+MEMORY RECALL (MIST)
+NEGATIVE EVENT
Mist's Journal
Day 21
...would it really be so bad if we stayed?
I just...I know Simon wants out. He insists that he's been to multiple of these houses, that there's no way this is the afterlife, but...
...from the sound of it, none of us had particularly good lives out there. Simon doesn't remember much at all, but I've seen the way he sulks when certain things come up. Shrump's told me how they used to be very lonely even with a successful career, and George confessed that it's had people judge it countless times and call it a religious old fool. Bunny doesn't say much, but with how happy he seems to be with our current situation...something's not right there.
On top of it all, the hunger's been growing stronger now that I've been around TCPs that appear more...edible to my palette. Bunny especially- he's large, which means a bigger meal, but he could probably fight back easily. He probably wouldn't, knowing him- I've seen ghosts (which are now starting to get a lot more after) toss him around with ease and he just laughs, while the rest of us cower. It's like a game to him...
...but I don't want to eat any of these people. I hate that my mind even goes to it as an option, that it plans so strategically. That it has flavor preferences to begin with. It feels twisted, and makes me feel gross all over...like I should be on my own entirely. Even though I'm glad to have friends here, I don't want to hurt anyone. Simon should have left me back in the dungeon...
That would be enough to worry about, but then there's the dreams.
The more I remember about the world outside, the more I wonder whether it'd be right to just. Let myself be at peace, afterlife or not. I remembered more about Hen today, and I really wish I didn't. I really, really wish it.
George touched my shoulder today and I flinched. It wasn't even a hard tap, or a squeeze- but it seemed so startled that I had that reaction, especially since Shrump's been all over that part of my body for their little joyrides. In the moment, I just remember Hen grabbing me- even with me being far bigger, he was so strong...
Being a food type meant that I'd heal easier, no matter what happened, back then. It was easy enough to stay home from work and recover for a day or two- I can't remember specifics, but I know they were accommodating. But it also meant he got away with it, every time.
Shrump caught me crying over it after...I told them everything I knew about Hen, and they held me with their tiny arms for hours. We've sequestered a little closet for ourselves to sleep in privately- it's small for me, but for them, it's luxurious. I'm glad that they understand, at least...
...even if it makes the feelings worse.
+NEGATIVE EVENT
Mist's Journal
Day 21
...would it really be so bad if we stayed?
I just...I know Simon wants out. He insists that he's been to multiple of these houses, that there's no way this is the afterlife, but...
...from the sound of it, none of us had particularly good lives out there. Simon doesn't remember much at all, but I've seen the way he sulks when certain things come up. Shrump's told me how they used to be very lonely even with a successful career, and George confessed that it's had people judge it countless times and call it a religious old fool. Bunny doesn't say much, but with how happy he seems to be with our current situation...something's not right there.
On top of it all, the hunger's been growing stronger now that I've been around TCPs that appear more...edible to my palette. Bunny especially- he's large, which means a bigger meal, but he could probably fight back easily. He probably wouldn't, knowing him- I've seen ghosts (which are now starting to get a lot more after) toss him around with ease and he just laughs, while the rest of us cower. It's like a game to him...
...but I don't want to eat any of these people. I hate that my mind even goes to it as an option, that it plans so strategically. That it has flavor preferences to begin with. It feels twisted, and makes me feel gross all over...like I should be on my own entirely. Even though I'm glad to have friends here, I don't want to hurt anyone. Simon should have left me back in the dungeon...
That would be enough to worry about, but then there's the dreams.
The more I remember about the world outside, the more I wonder whether it'd be right to just. Let myself be at peace, afterlife or not. I remembered more about Hen today, and I really wish I didn't. I really, really wish it.
George touched my shoulder today and I flinched. It wasn't even a hard tap, or a squeeze- but it seemed so startled that I had that reaction, especially since Shrump's been all over that part of my body for their little joyrides. In the moment, I just remember Hen grabbing me- even with me being far bigger, he was so strong...
Being a food type meant that I'd heal easier, no matter what happened, back then. It was easy enough to stay home from work and recover for a day or two- I can't remember specifics, but I know they were accommodating. But it also meant he got away with it, every time.
Shrump caught me crying over it after...I told them everything I knew about Hen, and they held me with their tiny arms for hours. We've sequestered a little closet for ourselves to sleep in privately- it's small for me, but for them, it's luxurious. I'm glad that they understand, at least...
...even if it makes the feelings worse.
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