Warning: Trying to type three one to two thousand word chapters at 11:30 at night can have negative side affects such as the inability to fill this space with anything mildly creative. I still don't own these characters.
Chapter 4: Resurection
Somewhere other than the place the story just left off….
If you're at all like the people in this little fairytale gone horribly wrong, I assume you're wondering who I am. No, I am not Johnny, nor Sickness, Devi, the one who has presented this story in a format that would allow her to communicate it to you, nor almost anyone else you might be able to think of. I'm not saying that I make no appearances in any of the characters' lives, but I seldom make myself known to them. Or anyone else for that matter. Look twice and you might find me. Odds are it will be the first thing you see. And the last place you look, unless you are REALLY stupid and keep looking after you find me.
But enough about me, your prime interests are in the role I play in the story. Let me take you to a place beyond the physical world. The mind and spirit can be powerful things, both magnificent and malicious in their workings. Especially when they are no longer attached to a body.
"Traitor."
"Oh. Hello. I was wondering when you would come."
"Why wonder when you caused it?"
"Follow your own advice and stop taking things so literally."
"Shut up already. You promised nothing would go wrong and then you ended up robbing me of my host!"
"I never promised anything. I only said you could use it to your advantage."
"How is this to my advantage?! How am I supposed to do anything near completing my task WITHOUT A FREAKING BODY TO USE?!?!"
"That's your problem. If you'll excuse me, I'm going back now."
"Fuck you. Up the ass. With a crowbar."
"That's how I like it."
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Dear DIEary,
This is getting weird. I could have sworn that Devi beat me up and ran away when I trid to kill her, but everything tells me that she's dead. I don't know why this should matter so much to me, she would just join the rest of them in a plethora of fond memories, but it does matter. Something about it feels wrong that never felt anything but joyous normalcy with all of the others.
Maybe I should stop thinking about this. Creeping oneself out if almost a sure sign of a deepening descent into madness. I've got to go now. The fresh screams in the basement need tending to.
Tenna stood facing a door bearing the number of the room it led to. The hallway was relatively dark with only a few dim bluish lights providing luminescence.
"Why did I come here again?"
She didn't really know the creepy new people who lived in the room that Devi had once occupied. But for some reason she came up to their door.
"Oh well. Probably just some bout of overwhelmingly immense grief that will someday push me over the edge and into mass homicide. Let's go Spooky!"
*squeak*
Chapter 4: Resurection
Somewhere other than the place the story just left off….
If you're at all like the people in this little fairytale gone horribly wrong, I assume you're wondering who I am. No, I am not Johnny, nor Sickness, Devi, the one who has presented this story in a format that would allow her to communicate it to you, nor almost anyone else you might be able to think of. I'm not saying that I make no appearances in any of the characters' lives, but I seldom make myself known to them. Or anyone else for that matter. Look twice and you might find me. Odds are it will be the first thing you see. And the last place you look, unless you are REALLY stupid and keep looking after you find me.
But enough about me, your prime interests are in the role I play in the story. Let me take you to a place beyond the physical world. The mind and spirit can be powerful things, both magnificent and malicious in their workings. Especially when they are no longer attached to a body.
"Traitor."
"Oh. Hello. I was wondering when you would come."
"Why wonder when you caused it?"
"Follow your own advice and stop taking things so literally."
"Shut up already. You promised nothing would go wrong and then you ended up robbing me of my host!"
"I never promised anything. I only said you could use it to your advantage."
"How is this to my advantage?! How am I supposed to do anything near completing my task WITHOUT A FREAKING BODY TO USE?!?!"
"That's your problem. If you'll excuse me, I'm going back now."
"Fuck you. Up the ass. With a crowbar."
"That's how I like it."
**********************************************************
Dear DIEary,
This is getting weird. I could have sworn that Devi beat me up and ran away when I trid to kill her, but everything tells me that she's dead. I don't know why this should matter so much to me, she would just join the rest of them in a plethora of fond memories, but it does matter. Something about it feels wrong that never felt anything but joyous normalcy with all of the others.
Maybe I should stop thinking about this. Creeping oneself out if almost a sure sign of a deepening descent into madness. I've got to go now. The fresh screams in the basement need tending to.
Tenna stood facing a door bearing the number of the room it led to. The hallway was relatively dark with only a few dim bluish lights providing luminescence.
"Why did I come here again?"
She didn't really know the creepy new people who lived in the room that Devi had once occupied. But for some reason she came up to their door.
"Oh well. Probably just some bout of overwhelmingly immense grief that will someday push me over the edge and into mass homicide. Let's go Spooky!"
*squeak*
