A/N: Got something a little different for you guys this time, from a new author. Yankee wrote a series of three short stories in a journal entry style of writing. I think it does a pretty good job of making use of the format to set up and maintain a creepy vibe.
Enjoy.
Title: Trust, Aliens, and Magic
Author: Yankee
THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENTS CATALOG VARIOUS FILES FOUND DURING THE LONG WAR.
THIS DOCUMENT IS CLASSIFIED AS TOP SECRET;
ANY PERSONS WHO LACK YELLOW LEVEL CLEARANCE OR ABOVE IS TO AVERT THEIR EYES
The journal written by a man named "Andrew" was found when several explosions rocked a town in South Wyoming, and was found a base which held several dead aliens, and a skeleton of a singular human of which all the flesh had been burnt off.
The "diary" was covered in signs of high PSI concentration and various human bodily fluids, most likely in an attempt to hide it.
Day 1
Well I guess David is really into me writing these thoughts down, and well, with how well he's doing i'm sure doing this will make me a step closer to achieving his success.
So, I guess im supposed to introduce myself?
Well my name is Andrew {CLASSIFIED}, and I work at the local newspaper The yarner, and I just got the job, a guy named David is my boss and he's helping me get set up. The man has everything, good looks, money, power, yet he's such a nice man, bit tall and lanky, and has an aversion to cold places and some weird glasses but still a good man. He's the sort of person I want to become, and hopefully will become. Apparently, according to Jane, he's taken a special interest in me for some reason, and that I shouldn't let this opportunity fall through my fingers, I can't wait to get started tomorrow.
Day 2
Oh boy, today was hard, got a new desk, set myself up, and had to start working. Working here is completely different to the diner, so many deadlines already, ive got to get a report on "the new food place down the street". Apparently it's an easy thing to do, just go in, ask some questions to the chef, eat the food, and then write a review saying if its good or decent. Apparently we aren't supposed to be too harsh with the local businesses, you know company and community moral or something. But hey, I get to eat good food.
Day 4
Oh man I forgot to write down something yesterday, i'll just write some more today then.
So I went to the restaurant, the man there was apparently a brother of Mr david, he was just as tall and lanky, but made some amazing steak, apparently he and his brother came from a long way outside of the state and they are trying to set themselves up a new home, he even joked that "coming here is like going from one world to another". Bit of a weird comment but eh, he was nice enough to give the meal to me for free. But of course after that I needed to write up an article and that took a lot out, Jane was particularly hard as she wanted me to make it the best I could. And that's the story of how I went home at 10:00 and collapsed onto my bed after having some noodles. I'm going to try and keep writing in this diary, I don't want to disappoint mr david.
Oh, almost forgot, today I spent most of it writing up some basic reports for the paper, local news and the like. But apparently theres been a string of dissaperances in the town over, no idea why but apparently theres a masked murder going around, so I might want to be careful..
Day 5
So today, I went out and saw mr David talking with his brother, they were saying something along the lines of some kinda snake and other jargon, I confronted him about it, and he laughed it off saying he and his brother had a secret code they made up when they were younger and that it was a habit for them to talk in it. Not much else, paperwork and getting coffee for everyone so not much
Day 6
Oh god, oh fuck something killed her something..
Ok, calm down andrew, calm down.
I feel I should start from the beginning, so I was going out on a walk not 6 minutes ago, getting some fresh air, and I heard...something coming from around the corner, it was like the primal roar of an elephant and rhino together, and when I turned the corner there was this...MASSIVE thing covered in green armour, like some kinda crappy sci-fi original movie. But it was EATING someone, i think it was the store clerk, of course i GTFO immediately, i don't think it saw me, but who can i take this too, it's obviously something dangerous, but no one would believe me.
Yea, I probably just saw something, it was probably just the coffee and long nights.
At Least I hope so.
(DAY 7-14 ARE RIPPED OUT FOR UNKNOWN REASONS, AN AUDIO TAPE IS ALSO NEXT IN THE "CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER" OF THE EVENTS)
AUDIO TAPE STARTS
*heavy breathing*
Andrew, whispering- I can hear them, the rhino and the snake are coming, I can hear the creaking of the floor underneath the snake..
*A loud creak happens and the shuffling of fabric is heard*
Andrew whispering- A-a-and the stomping of the rhino, it's coming, i don't know why they want me, if anyone finds this, the demons are here. I-i-i-i think they want me for some reason, they could of killed me when the police where there, but they didn't.
*another loud creak happens, much louder than the previous one*
Andrew- im going to make a run for it, to whoever finds this, hide from them, police weapons can't do anything and it took a shotgun to the face
*from there a loud crash is heard and the screaming of what is presumably andrew is heard, until a loud thunk and the screaming stops. The record player continues recording until it runs out of battery*
(THE "DIARY" PICKS UP SEVERAL DAYS LATER PRESUMABLY IN SOME FORM OF CAMP)
Day 15
I was finally able to get those bastards to give me the diary back, i'm going insane in this cell i tell you, after the stunt I pulled with the slingshot i'm surprised they took my only comfort item off me. Obviously snek is looking to break me mentally, while rhin is trying to do it physically.
Im ripping off all the pages that say who did what, i know they haven't looked through yet, the gum would have shown me if they did.
If they find out who I told about them, i don't think they would live..
Oh god i can hear them coming, their going to start the machine back up
FUCKFUCKFUCK
(FROM HERE THE PAGE TURNS INTO MAD SCRIBBLINGS OF A DEVICE SIMILAR IN SHAPE AND SIZE TO A STANDARD DENTIST TABLE WITH VARIOUS MACHINES AROUND TI)
Day 16
I was able to get through the machine, I feel like they know almost everything about my brain now, ill never be able to forget the squelch as they pull out the plates..
I don't know how much longer I can last, maybe a day or two, they are pumping my head full of ...images and things, I don't know what they are, it's like one of those propaganda things I saw in school, but subtler, like it goes for your very mind, the comparison would be between a scalpel and a jackhammer between the two.
If anyone finds this, please stop the demons, please.
Day 17
My god, I don't know what just happened, they put me into the machine again and started as usual, but then as I started to scream stuff around me started to rise in a purple light, they stopped the machine early and sent me back with this collar, its massive and makes me feel as if a bit of my soul is being ...repressed somehow, like they took away something that made me, me.
(Day's 18-27 only have mad scribblings in what seem to be alien language, and is therefore currently un-decipherable)
Day 28
I cannot last any longer, im breaking out tonight, ive been able to find a way to get the collar off, if im able to do what i did earlier i should be able to get out, good luck to me, myself, and I.
(This was the end of the journal, the back of the book was filled with near perfect schematics of certain alien weapons, equipment, and organs, it is unknown how this "andrew" was able to do such a thing but it has proved invaluable as a source of conformation for various other points of research.)
The Chase
THIS DOCUMENT IS CLASSIFIED AS TOP SECRET;
ANY PERSONS WHO LACK RED LEVEL CLEARANCE OR ABOVE IS TO AVERT THEIR EYES
The following audio logs were found near the site of multiple humans aged 13-18, and a single mangled body of a 23 year old ,who was leading the expedition, found near the body of a berserker near a tall cliff edge.
Audio log starts
*heavy breathing*
M-m-my name
*man audibly shivers*
Is tyler, I was hiking in the m-m-mountains to pass my D-of-E and helping some of the newbies, standard stuff. But I found something there, a massive disk thing, like an alien UFO or something.
*A deep growl is heard and the man gets up and runs*
I-I don't know what that thing is, I moved closer to the thing to try and find out what it was, but then these things, they had some kind of space armour or something, green.
*loud footsteps grow closer and then grow quieter as the man holds his breath*
I-I ran away from them but they must of heard the kids setting up camp, when i got back they were all…
*the man starts sobbing*
Their bodies….
*the footsteps grow louder*
I dont know who will get this, but please, stay away from them, get the military, get a fucking nuke to take them out, im not sure how long i have…
*rustlings are heard as the man started to run and what sounds like a galloping rhino runs after him*
I'M GOING TO TRY AND…
*the man said trying to shout over the wind*
LEAD IT AWAY
*there is a loud crash as the man obviously threw the recorder away and started to run*
Remnant of the ashes
THIS DOCUMENT IS CLASSED AS ORANGE LEVEL CLEARANCE, ALL OPERATIVES ARE ALLOWED TO VIEW BUT THIS DOCUMENT IS NOT ALLOWED TO BE SHOWN TO THE PUBLIC
THIS WAS FOUND IN AN ABANDONED TENT, WITH WHAT SEEMED TO BE SUPPLIES, WHOEVER OWNED THE TENT AND SUPPLIES OBVIOUSLY NEVER CAME BACK.
THE TOWN NEARBY WAS NOTHING BUT A CRATER DUE TO WHAT SEEMS TO BE A DUST EXPLOSION
Entry 1
Vale has fallen.
Vale has fallen.
VALE has fallen.
I hoped I would never have to see or hear such a thing, but it did. The grimm came and attacked during the game, one of Velvs teammates killed people with her minigun...
I don't know what really happened there, all communications are down now, the grimm are overrunning the town and i'm the only one in this building, every time I look outside i see the people I once loved and laughed with on the ground. Guts everywhere, oh dust please no.
I'm trying to distract myself by writing here, and by building up my little "fort". Its all I got now, i've got some food for about a week, plenty of books and such, but nothing else.
Entry 2
I'm so screwed, looked outside when I woke up and saw something dash outside, something is watching me, i'm not sure what it is.
It looked ...slimy, like a bit of jelly that was left out in the sun for too long.
I found a pistol and a rifle under the store desk, a clip for each, it should be enough for me to protect myself, if only the grimm would leave.
Entry 3
I saw it again, but I was able to see it longer, it was twice as tall as a normal man, and its arms were so long they scraped the floor whenever it walked. I think it noticed me, only a second after I saw it the thing ran away out of view. I don't know what it is, it was black like a grimm but it obviously knows im here.
Entry 4
The grimm went away last night, but im too scared to go out, saw the abomination, as i'm calling it, again. Dust dammit, i'm just a farmer, why can't someone else be in my situation, if only a hunter, or some one else was here, i'm not brave, I just wanted to live a normal life here, not some cheap horror story.
Entry 5
I shot it, its gone!
Thank dust it's gone now, I cannot tell you how ecstatic I am now!
It was early in the morning, it was creeping into the house, but I heard it, got up, and shot it.
Dust I feel so alive again, like a boulder was taken off my back, im heading out tomorrow, going to go out and scavenge so i have enough food to make the trip to the nearest town.
Entry 6
I'm going to head off to the town today, I won't write till i get there, hopefully things work out, although I can't help but feel more of those things are here…
Entry 7
Two days.
Two dust forsaken days that I needed to trek.
And all for nothing, there's no one here, everyones dead, and it's crawling with abominations, each one was eating and vomiting up stuff into a pile… of something, its red and as there's no body's around here I dont want to think as to what it is.
Its obvious I won't be able to get out of here alive, I won't be able to see Velv again, I won't be able to see vale. Dammit all.
If im going out, im going to go out with a bang, there's a dust place nearby, if I can ignite it all of those things should die
Good luck to myself, i'm going to miss you velv
INVESTIGATIONS INTO WHO THIS PERSON WAS, WHO THESE "ABOMINATIONS" WERE, AND WHAT HAPPENED IS STILL ONGOING.
The City of Dreams, and City of Lies
THE FOLLOWING WAS RECOVERED FROM ATLAS DURING OPERATION WARSAW IN A HIDDEN PLACE NEAR A ALLWAY, IN an OBVIOUS ATTEMPT TO HIDE IT
Little value to the data is given but has been used to give a deeper understanding of the young populace of high class atlans
Entry 1
My name is Orion, son of Aries Olym. I am 3rd in line to inherit our company, "Dusty Protection". Apparently its a dumb name but father says it makes all the bad guys think we are nothing and so arent careful.
His company is supposed to provide protection to dust convoys when either the contents are too secret for normal security forces or valuable for atlas military. Because we are just that good.
At Least that's what dad says.
So we moved to Atlas city a few weeks ago and it's amazing, the sky scrapers and cars are amazing, we lived in vale for awhile, but because father's company got an increase in business we were able to move here, i'm off to school tomorrow, so hopefully everyone there is nice.
Entry 2
I haven't written here for awhile, but I met this beautiful girl, white eyes and long blonde hair, she was beautiful. Apparently her parents work for the SDC and so do my parents, hopefully I can meet her outside of school, she was so beautiful…
Oh, and i saw another girl, apparently the daughter of one of the companies we buy our weaponry from, she wasn't too good looking but eh, might be a good idea to meet her.
Entry 3
Turns out a lot of girls in atlas are like that, but something feels...off.
Their faces have a sort of "too perfect" feeling, as if no human could reach that.
I've noticed it in the boy's too, all of them are muscular to the point where some of them are as fit as one could get, and the rest have abs at least, and they are all 15 or 16, its creepy.
Entry 4
We went out to the city today, went to the shops so I could get some of the new fashion. But so much of it was so useless, no good boots that could stand up to any kind of work, no Shirts that let me move my arms more than 90 degrees, and so on.
Everything there was super expensive too, some black pants were 600 lien, 600 LIEN!
How does anyone afford to live here?
Entry 5
Back to school, already flooded with homework, barely have any time to do anything else.
And the boys in my class are getting damn annoying, every single one of them have soft hands, none of them have seemed to have ever had to work. And their endurance for some of the sports is terrible, a lot of them just don't do much, walk when we are supposed to run and complain when they are told to do so. Then when we go to get changed it takes them over 10 minutes to do so, I mean I know im quick but taking that long?
Really?
Entry 6
I only just noticed this but on the way home, a lot of the workers in the mall and stores have hands that are "worked", like they work alot more than anyone ive ever seen.
Even the farm hands and soldiers i've seen have softer hands than them, and they all seem surprised that I treat them with any kindness, infact ive seen some of the kids from school shout at them for simply making an honest mistake.
Something is wrong with this city of dreams.
Entry 7
Something terrible happened, so i was going back into school to pick up some work, and when I was walking past the sports center to try and get home I heard a commotion.
I went back to check what it was and I saw some of the popular girls beating up one of the other girls. She looked like the sort of person you would overlook in a crown, well except for the blood that dripped off her face onto her hair.
I stayed to hear, apparently they were beating her up because she was nice to the fanus workers in the school, something about the superior race not needing to look after the lessers, or some other bullshit.
I decided enough was enough, and pulled out one of my larger books and snuck up on the group, as they were too busy kicking the girl in the stomach to notice me.
And then I hit one of them on the head, and dust damnit if that did not feel good as she fell to the ground and looked up to me. I looked up to the other girls and told them to run away unless they wanted to meet the same fate.
I'm not sure i would of been able to beat them all, but I was lucky as they seemed to run.
The girl who was being beat up just laid there quietly sobbing, I put my hand down to her and felt her tense up, her face seemed to be bruised, and I had no idea what to do. I saw some of the bruises, many obviously fresh but others ...others were old, some at least a few weeks old and it seemed this had become a recurring thing from the girls submissive in it.
I called the ambulance and i'm taking the girl to the hospital now, as a key witness they aren't letting me go, so here I sit, waiting for 'judgment' to be passed onto me
AT THIS POINT THE AUTHOR OF THE BOOK CHANGES HAND'S, TO PRESUMABLY THE GIRL OF WHICH THE PREVIOUS AUTHOR HELPED
Entry 8
Hi, my name is idea, daughter of the CEO of AWP, John Renamia.
I don't know who the boy who helped me was, I don't know his name only his face and voice. He took me to the hospital and stayed with me that night, but on the way out are some men in coats confronted us, something about him assaulting the daughter of a powerful businessman, my body hurt too much to hear much. They took us into a street corner and started to interrogate him and me. I'm not sure what happened after that, i'm still semi high on the pain killer drugs they gave me, but in a flurry of gunfire and shouting he seemed to of picked me up and took the shot that were meant for me.
I write this as I try to warm myself behind a building in the slums, the ADVENT patrol's seem to be looking for me, and wanted posters are up for "the endangerment of a fellow student and atempted murder".
They already got the boy, and now they want to finish me off, im not sure how long i will last from now on, maybe a few days, a week, maybe longer if i try to keep my head down.
The rain just came, i'm gonna go try and keep this book somewhere warm and dry, good bye mysterious boy, goodbye dad, mom, i won't live long but i won't forget you.
To anyone who finds this, do not trust the men in the coat's, or ADVENT.
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