So, this would be my second journal. The old one is probably still at the manor, and here I am wishing that I had burned it before we left. So why am I writing in a new one? Good question, me. Well… I think it'll be good to keep a record of my new experiences. What kind of worlds I've been to. Who to avoid. The answer to the second question so far is: Dark, Anti, and Negan. If I can just avoid those three in particular, that'd be just swell.
I've also met some good people: a "friendly" vampire, a funny werewolf, a charming ghost, a kind but brusque older woman, a gentle homeless man named Steve, and an interesting con man. The con man I'll be meeting tomorrow. First, I'll have to follow his weird commands and riddles, but he seems to be a good guy. And as long as he has the parts that I need, I don't really care about Dante Haversham's list of probable issues.
I need some parts for Caan's suit's inner mechanisms as well as parts for a new creation of mine. I'm going to attempt to create something that will allow me to keep track of the places I've been and tell me if I've been there before, and hopefully, with enough tweaking I can get it to send me back to a place where I've been. That shadow world was dangerous. What if they had discovered that I could come back to life? Then I'd have to deal with a never-ending series of torment. And what if the breach hadn't opened so conveniently on time? Then I'd still be there. Being hunted by those… things.
The one in the suit actually scared me more than the clearly insane one. His eyes… they reminded me of The Mistress' eyes when we first met. Lonesome and angry. Broken. What scared me was the urge to try to "fix" him. I felt pity. Empathy. The broken can fix themselves with the right motivation, and I have mine. But he's all alone. Maybe that's why he tried to stop me from leaving. He doesn't want me to fix myself; he'd rather drag me down with him. I'm stronger than that. At least… I am now. Missy's waiting for me. I know it.
What were those two anyway? Not aliens. Something much darker. Demons? That's the closest thing that I can think of to describe them. Maybe humanoid abominations? Well, crap. I don't know. The internet says that salt will keep them away. I might throw in some extra money and get "purified" salt. It's probably just a scam but better to be safe than sorry.
Well, I haven't seen any trace of them… Perhaps they're stuck in that world. It would explain why they were so keen on making me their new toy. The worst thing that's happened to me so far is a few computer glitches, but these are computers that I've worked on. And I doubt that… Anti dude would be able to cause them. I'm still getting the salt though. Better safe than sorry.
Caan hasn't been himself since we escaped that world. He's more… quiet now, and he listens when I tell him to stay put. Is he also worried about those two? We've been to a couple different worlds since then, but I can't shake the feeling of being watched. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Caan is probably just having some issues with his suit. After I talk to this Haversham guy and get what I need, he should be back to normal. Or whatever "normal" is for a crazy Dalek with precognitive powers. Wait… has he seen something? Is he silent because he's seen something too terrible for even him to brush off?
I'll try asking him after I put him back together although I doubt that I'll get an answer. Writing things down seems to be good for me after all. Who knows… maybe this will be a new thing for me.