Hello there, for those of you who know me, surprise, I'm not dead ^^ just had the massive case of Writer's Block in history, so yeah, to bring myself out of that state I began writing this short story for this Fandom as a cool experiment (Conclusion: it didn't work) but yeah, I'm trying to see if I update the other fics later in the week, so we'll see, in the meantime you can tell me if you'd like to read chapter two of this story ;)

To those of you who are new, welcome, enjoy your stay ;)

Alex

CHAPTER ONE

A Diary

~Cause they will run you down, down til the dark
Yes and they will run you down, down til you fall
And they will run you down, down til you go
Yeah so you can't crawl no more~

- Way Down We Go, Kaleo.

Day 545. Literal Hell (Or Close Enough)

It feels like I've been here for an eternity, life matters very little to me anymore as I'm mostly living out of spite or maybe fear of what will befall me after I die here. You see, Ms. Venable is still the same bitch as ever and Ms. Mead still scares the living wahoos out of me, I thought that I was going to get over it as the time passed, I knew the story, I know how it ends, or how it should, the fact that I'm living in a will be paradox or something like that also scares me.

I've wondered many times how is it that I am still alive here, I know that Mallory does the weird spell thing and goes back and kills Michael, so… shouldn't I not be here? Or better yet, shouldn't I be home, where this was just a creepy TV show that I watched out of boredom one day?

So I've decided to begin recording my memoirs, even though I will probably burn this book later, I wouldn't want Venable or Mead to find it, that would be disastrous, so thanks whatever deity is ruling this place for the horrid purple victorian dresses that I am being forced to wear.

The only thing that's kept me sane here is writing this diary, I've written what I remembered from the plot countless times by this point, I've thought of ways of killing Mallory and just allowing Michael Langdon to win just to see if he would spare my life and I can go into the sunset or Bahamas, I know that there was something important about Bahamas.

But I'm no murderer, I'm no witch, no prophet, no weird powers, just me, Alex. And just Alex is good, but I'm not sure it will be enough to face what is coming, I'm scared. I've been scared since I woke up on a plane in this twisted world.

Eighteen Months ago

It hurt, my head hurt so much.

I opened my eyes slowly and grasped my head carefully.

"Ow," I mumbled softly as I pushed myself to a sitting position. The room shifted as I tried to see just where the hell I was.

"Miss Black, were almost arriving to the Outpost 3, glad you awakened before our landing," a voice said to my right.

I blinked several times before my brain caught up with the words that had been said.

"The what now?"

"Outpost number three, Miss Black, you purchased your ticket through the collective," the man said.

The words made sense but at the same time didn't, I'm ashamed to say that it took me the entirety of five minutes to have an inkling to where I was. I looked up to the man horrified and a single word fell from my mouth.

"Fuck."

Not to say that my arrival to the Outpost was smooth by any chance, the man in the plane had given me a special outfit and had pushed me outside from the plane door with a paper in my hand. My first impression of the outpost hadn't been a nice one, nor a happy one and the only salvation in this world has been my status as a Purple.

That first day Ms. Venable had received me with a frown on her face and had asked me what I was doing at Outpost 3 if I had been designed for Outpost 4, I'm sure that somewhere, someone has a sense of humor, or a lack of it. But I was thankful that Ms. Venable didn't turn me away, one more Purple in her Outpost was not going to be a ruin. Specially not when she decided to murder the guy called Stu and literally make him into stew.

My relationship with food here is not the best, the food cubes are made to sustain a person, not to be a luxury, and I know better than to eat anything given to me by Venable or Mead, purple or not, they wouldn't hesitate to kill me, so I've turned into a paranoid freak, fear does that to a person.

A silver lining of my situation is that my bedroom has its own bathroom, water in said bathroom is drinkable, or at least I think so because I'm writing this and not dead… yet. To my companions in this nightmare, because it can only be called a nightmare, I'm the reclusive loner, I'm only expected to be downstairs for meals and I can borrow books from the library as long as I return them within a day or two. I've seen very little of my reluctant housemates and I honestly don't want to see much of them, they're gonna die, hell… I'm probably gonna die too, so there's no need for attachments, like at all.

Although Coco and Mallory do worry me as they could really mean my end. And I mean, after knowing what I know, that they are witches in hiding, that the Coven is trying to kill Michael and thus erase this timeline, how was my survival going to be guaranteed? Nobody cares for me, I am nobody, a speck of dust in the plans of one antichrist… I am royally fucked up and as I write this down the thought only solidifies in my head.

I've given much thought to it, the part I'm willing to play the pieces I'm willing to move and neither option sounds reasonable. I could try to help the witches and get killed by Michael… or I could try to help Michael, hope that there is enough humanity left in him to feel pity for me, and still die by the hand of the witches in their scheme to stop Michael.

So, yeah, not an easy decision for an agnostic young woman of twenty four.

I know that agnostic is underline, it's important for me to point that out in here because, first, this is the work of the antichrist, apparently backed up by daddy satan and the illuminati, memes didn't seem that funny anymore. So yes, my religious beliefs are sort of important to the narrative, or to my narrative anyways.

I am not going to convert, that's one thing I am sure of, religions, at least in this particular universe, scare the hillbillies out of me, so yeah, no thanks, Neutrality looks awesome on me anyways, so I am not going to be praying or lighting up altars anytime soon, that's just not me.

I'm just going to try to survive and hope that's enough for me in this crappy world.

A/N: So this chapter is like a Diary entry, which is why the tense is weird, next chapter will be in my usual first person, if you have any thoughts or ideas I'd like to hear about them.