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11-02-2025, 02:07 PM
(CW: Violent Imagery)
(2/4)
Day 563
No one’s listening to me.
No one's listenng to me.
No one's litening to me.
No one's listening to me. But of course they wouldn’t. Right? I’m not worth listening to, right? I’m the resident nutcase, right? The resident sorry sack of shit stitched together with surgical sutures and cigarettes, right?
Doesn’t matter what I've been through,
doesn’t matter what I've seen,
doesn’t matter what I know to be happening again, RIGHT?
I'm just being "difficult." Or pitiful. It'd all be easier if I just realized we need to work ~together~ in times like this. It's all so much more complicated than it seems. It's not really that complicated, though. I'm just going to kill Her.
I'm going to tie Her to a chair and beat Her to death with a lead pipe over and over and over and over again.
Or I'll use my hands. Crush Her throat and watch Her drown in her own blood.
No, no, I'll break every bone in Her legs - I'll pull out Her fucking clipboard and take notes, shaking my head disapprovingly every time She unsuccessfully tries to get up. I'll fucking grade Her.
I'll damn us all to the wastes without a plan or a prayer and I won't regret it for a second. We're all basically dead already.
Why go through so much effort for someone who's even more dead than the rest of us? Making your bed with our previous captor because She promises She knows how to save her?
She could promise you the moon and you'd believe Her.
And She's getting everything She wants in return, on a promise, on an idea. Everything.
Endless time, endless resources, fought for with OUR sweat and blood, and then She takes that too.
Not ask. She asks for samples, yes. But whatever you don't give willingly She takes. Remember when you were fucked up from one of your first missions looking for Pelle, despite my warnings? Remember how dutifully She tended to you?
I watched Her. I saw. I fended Her off and you said I was being needlessly aggressive. But you and I both know what Her job was before all this. What She collects.
And you wonder why I can only sleep with one of you in the room.
Who's feeding us?
Who's protecting us?
Who's looking out for what excuse of a future we have left in this gods-forsaken city?
Because it sure as fuck isn't Her.
Something binds your limbs and muzzles your mouth.
"Which of your senses do you rely on most? Your sense of sight, hearing, smell, or pain?"
(2/4)
Day 563
No one’s listening to me.
No one's listenng to me.
No one's litening to me.
No one's listening to me. But of course they wouldn’t. Right? I’m not worth listening to, right? I’m the resident nutcase, right? The resident sorry sack of shit stitched together with surgical sutures and cigarettes, right?
Doesn’t matter what I've been through,
doesn’t matter what I've seen,
doesn’t matter what I know to be happening again, RIGHT?
I'm just being "difficult." Or pitiful. It'd all be easier if I just realized we need to work ~together~ in times like this. It's all so much more complicated than it seems. It's not really that complicated, though. I'm just going to kill Her.
I'm going to tie Her to a chair and beat Her to death with a lead pipe over and over and over and over again.
Or I'll use my hands. Crush Her throat and watch Her drown in her own blood.
No, no, I'll break every bone in Her legs - I'll pull out Her fucking clipboard and take notes, shaking my head disapprovingly every time She unsuccessfully tries to get up. I'll fucking grade Her.
I'll damn us all to the wastes without a plan or a prayer and I won't regret it for a second. We're all basically dead already.
Why go through so much effort for someone who's even more dead than the rest of us? Making your bed with our previous captor because She promises She knows how to save her?
She could promise you the moon and you'd believe Her.
And She's getting everything She wants in return, on a promise, on an idea. Everything.
Endless time, endless resources, fought for with OUR sweat and blood, and then She takes that too.
Not ask. She asks for samples, yes. But whatever you don't give willingly She takes. Remember when you were fucked up from one of your first missions looking for Pelle, despite my warnings? Remember how dutifully She tended to you?
I watched Her. I saw. I fended Her off and you said I was being needlessly aggressive. But you and I both know what Her job was before all this. What She collects.
And you wonder why I can only sleep with one of you in the room.
Who's feeding us?
Who's protecting us?
Who's looking out for what excuse of a future we have left in this gods-forsaken city?
Because it sure as fuck isn't Her.
Something binds your limbs and muzzles your mouth.
"Which of your senses do you rely on most? Your sense of sight, hearing, smell, or pain?"
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