Silence of the LIES

Okay, I THINK its finally safe to post an update about this.

This is SUPER secret!

I've sent the last week adjusting my sleep schedule so I can FINALLY figure out WHERE THE FUCK Moth slips off to in the morning. I also spent this week keeping the frogs away from Moth's INCREDIBLY HYPOCRITICAL ASS so he wouldn't find out about these posts! For a technophobe, Moth REALLY REAAALLLLLY does use these things often. Once a day at least! BAFFLING.

A lot of porn too, which in hindsight, IS A HUGE SECURITY RISK. And he treats me like I'M the security hazard. FUCKING ASSHOLE. 

I don't see the appeal. People ALL kind of look the same. You've seen one person stripped down, you may as well have see ALL OF THEM. Seriously.

...

RIGHT! SO, my plan to stalk Moth. I call it OPERATION STALK MOTH. I need to figure out what Moth is up to in the Morning. See if the reason why Daddy isn't attacking us is because Moth is doing proxy work WHILE I SLEEP. And if so I need to KILPAL HIM! ... Fuck, ow... I told him to stop and if he hasn't by now he FUCKING DESERVES THIKAS.... FUCK, OUCH.... what the fuck.

Er... right. I will NOT accept DADDSOYS... help, ow... I don't feel well...

I've been a little sick... got a cold or something. Been coughing all week.

But it got really bad tonight. Can't stop coughing.  

And just now I, coughed up some sticky black gunk... internal bleeding... maybe?

I... need to get Moth to check me or something... really concerning...

BOTTOM LINE! I'm gonna find out if Moth is doing work for Father to protect us, and if so I'm gonna GUT him... or something... might wait until we Figure out what this shit I started coughing up is.

PAKASO... ow.. out.

Rehab on the Run

Hate, this stupid keyboard and its stupid broken keys. I just want to run the damn thing through a grinder and take a sledge hammer to the shredded remains of this horrible source of technological despair.

Hate technology. I hate that its everywhere. That the manufactured newborn doesn't already own this world is absolutely baffling. Laptops, radios, phones, TVs, iPods, streetlights, cars, vending machines. His tools are absolutely fucking everywhere. More and more of the mundane things of our society are literally have computers tacked on into them as an advertised feature that seems to do fuck all on the consumers end. The manufactures use it to track us and study us. The newborn will use it to rule us.

I hear we are even shipping laptops to what few places in the world lack such things. Slow crushing our futures for a better, and brief, life in the present. We're all fucked. Father save us...

...

Picasso is doing better. Her stitches came out today. She tried to do a hand stand. That turned into a face stand and then a crumpled on the floor yelling profanities stand.

She hasn't been able to do much with that whole arm. I think she's suffering a bit of muscle loss in that arm from inactivity and that's fucking with her muscle memory. Or something. I think that's how that works.

I've been pushing her to do one handed push ups, pull ups, finger work, and to try to use that arm as her primary attack arm in spars. I then try to make her do normal push ups, pull ups, and a shorter spar in her normal stance and style.

Not that she seems to quite grasp what I'm asking of her... burden of the unspoken word.

This post is more for her than anything else, so she can read it and understand what I'm asking of her.

And now I publish, pass this over to her, and hopefully we'll see a more productive rehabilitation session.

She'll need to be strong if she's gonna take down Duckie, hollowed or not.

Moth out.

The Dreamers... Dreams? FUCK YOU TOO!

I can rhyme dream with dream if I want to! YOUR NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER.

Asshole.

QUIT JUDGING ME.

...

Right so, I feel better... ish. I'm not completely like, healed but I can do jumping jacks and like AN push-up if I try hard. I don't know if the wound is still there but THE FUCKING MUTE seems to think so. He won't take these stitches out even if I just sit there and yell to do so it must not be time. I guess. NO idea. Fucking mutes.

...

You know whats funny? Like REALLY funny? I don't think Daddy is after us. JUST Lord Gutless Fracture. I guess that doesn't make us runners... maybe? We ARE running. Are you a runner if its just the proxies after you? I don't... know.  SOMEONE TELL ME.

Maybe its because of Moth? He still thinks of himself as a proxy. I assume so at least. His STUPID always wear a mask thing is like, a sign of Faith or something.

"We are GIANT TOOLS. Show no spirit, bear no soul, bear only Father's will."

 Something RIDICULOUS like that. I forget the sales pitch. Not that its their sales pitch. Fracture has to fucking make up that shit for them. Lazy ASSHOLES.

Mute is not a legitimate handicap, its just LAZY .

...

You know, I was thinking... WHAT IF THIS IS LIKE a David Banks deal thing.

I see Moth fidget and squirm in his dreams... some nights he even wakes up SCREAMNG. Can Daddy do that to you? Can he give you orders in your dreams?

MAYBE THEY ARE HAVING ENTIRE CONVERSATIONS IN THERE?! Bartering and stuff! Do you think Moth keeps me safe? 

You know, I also wake up to find hes already gone too... hunting in the morning when I sleep? SUPER SECRET DOUBLE LIFE HUNTING without me for Daddy, FOR me?

Moth, if your reading this and you're doing that, FUCKING STOP IT RIGHT THIS FUCKING SECOND.

This is JUST as much FATHERS FAULT as it is Fractures and I will not take his FUCKING HELP FOR A SINGLE FUCKING MOMENT.

This will be MY REVENGE. I AM killing Duckie and so help me god if I found out you are making deals with THAT WORTHLESS FACELESS FREAK I will permanently stick you to the wall via a knife through the BACK OF YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.

I'll let you help because Duckie hurt you too BUT THIS MESS IS DADDY'S DOING. HE DID THIS TO US and he is not to be trusted! EVERYONE must pay...

So stop it.

Picasso Entry End.

Blondie

Not this blondie.

A new one. Although, I DON'T THINK THAT'S HER REAL NAME. Its just what I call her.

She reminds me a heartless blond haired bitch. Blondie doesn't have blond hair though. She does act just as inhuman, cold, and calculated as the heartless blond haired bitch did though. So I call her blondie, just like I use to call that heartless blond haired bitch blondie.

Also, I'M NOT FUCKING DEAD. Seriously, what the FUCKING FUCK.

Like that STUPID SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE could ever HOPE to imitate me for ANY length of time. FUCKING SERIOUSLY.

 ...

Right... this post is supposed to be about Blondie.

So, Moth had just gotten back from food shopping. He brought back lots of delicious can! MOST of which HAD FOOD in them. Most of them. I'm not sure why he brings back empty cans or WHERE THE FUCK he even gets them. Its a mystery.

He came home and redid my stitched. I keep ripping them open... THEY ARE SO restricting. The wound would probably be gone already if I didn't keep tearing it open every day.

I can't help it. I CAN'T FUCKING SIT STILL!

So he restitched me, which hurt like FUCK. And then he got to putting the foods into our bags.

I took the opportunity to play with my brothers sword a little. I LOVE this thing. Its so cool. FUCK HATCHES, swords are awesome.

Like, SUPER FUCKING DOPER MEGA SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME. To the power of 5!

I was trying to be careful so I wouldn't rip my wound open again. But that arm isn't very strong in general and I lost my grip while I was playing with it and it... sort of... went through a wall.

Cheap FUCKING motel.

I didn't even have to fucking turn around to know Moth was giving me the EVIL EYE.

"YOU shut the fuck up! It's not my fault, the sword did it. Its being a GIGANTIC FUCKING BABY."

That's when we got a knock on the wall. I guess our WHINY neighbor wasn't to happy about the sword that had just gone through their wall.

"Hello? Everyone okay in there?" I asked pulling out the sword with my good arm. "HELLO?!"

A deep voice answered back. "Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to sleep you damn kids."

"FUCK YOU TOO ASSHOLE... sorry about your wall..." and I taped a piece of paper over the hole to hide it. Good as NEW!

Then there was another bang on the wall. I'm was pretty sure at the time that that ASSHOLE has thrown his shoe. Not entirely sure what happened now.

"Asshole. Can we PLEASE move again? I HATE our neighbors. That ones obviously an asshole," I said moving to the other wall and knocking on it. "Don't EVEN know if there someone in this room."

I looked back across the room to see Moth with an his ear to the wall. Ease dropping in on our new neighbors I assumed.

"What's up?" I asked. I could see concern in his eyes. Something was wrong.

He knocked against the wall I had put a hole in. Gently at first but he slowly KNOCKED louder and LOUDER until it got loud enough that that ASSHOLE could possibly have ignored it.

No response from the other side though. I realized it then to. Something was fishy with the NEIGHBORS.

We Nodded to each other. We were pretty sure this was another of Fracture's attacks and we were prepared this time.

I started singing and while I kept them destracted with my position, Moth snuck out the back window and went to go ambush our ambushers.

"If you go down in the woods today you're in for a surprise,
If you go down in the woods today you'd better close your eyes!
They're dying down in the woods today! They scream and Cry before Puss Filled Eyes.
And if you go down to the woods today,.." 

I stopped there and waited for my cue. It came in the sound of the neighbor's door smashing open. I quickly RIPPED OPEN a path portal and stepped through to where I was assuming would be our ambushers flank to assist Moth in fighting them.

"...That SCREAMING never dies!" I sang on my way in finishing the song. I'm a sucker for good theatrics.

I stepped in to find that our ambushers was an ambusher. Just one. A GIRL! Moth was wrestling with her get a hold of the gun she had on her.

He managed to strip the gun of its clip and unchambered the round it had in it and gave her a bit of space to see what she would do. She IMMEDIATELY pulled out a clip and tried to reload her firearm. Moth tackled her ass HARD to the ground. 

I walked over and put a foot on the had that was hold the gun to keep it down. 

"What the fuck do you want lady?" I asked her leaning over he a bit.

"You're Proxies right?" she asked struggling a bit under moth's weight.

"He is. I'm NOT!"

"Bullshit. It's not Halloween, only proxies run around masked full time."

And with that she managed to get a hand free and pulled a little knife and made a swipe for my leg.

I barely dodged the swipe but it cost me ALL of my balance. I fell back back, HARD on my ASS.

Moth to the opportunity to grab her by the head and spam said hard hard on the ground, knocking her out. Surprised it didn't FUCKING KILLER her. She's made of tough stuff.

So we tied her up and felt her up. We HAD to be thorough. She looked resourceful. We separated her from her bags, emptied her pockets and ... PLACES... and then we waited for her to wake up.

I was happy when she finally stirred awake. I though she might have DIED at some point.

"MORNING SLEEPY HEAD," he announced.

She didn't respond. Just made a slow sweep of the room.

"I was worried you might have a concussion. DO YOU?! How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Do you have anything useful to say or do you just have a need to run that mouth dry?" the BITCH said glaring up at me as she struggled against the rope.

"Release me, now."

"I don't WANNA. You'll just attack us again."

"Promise not to make it long and painful."

"FUCK THAT. I promise not to pistol WHIP you to death with you're OWN gun."

"Experienced it already," she remarked. Kind of an odd remark with all that NOT DEAD that she is.
"You claimed not to be a proxy, state what you are then."

"Donno. WHATEVER I WANT, I guess. I've got people to kill. And I do it for me," I said stomping my foot. "NOT for the worthless, faceless, fuck!"

"A proxy turned serial killer... this change of information hasn't altered anything.""

"Fuck you too. What's YOUR story?"

"That's a need to know basis, and all you need to know is I'm eradicating you and your kind. How hurry up and release me already."

"Why THE FUCK would I do that?"

"Because the longer you allow me to sit here the more hostile I will become over time. You're allowing me time to think and I will not be bound forever."

"Analysis: If you're already hostile, why does it matter if your hostilities worsen?"

"Because my mind is preoccupied with other matters rather than to immediately kill you."

"I want a promise that you won't KILL ME!"

"Promises mean something to your kind?" she asked a bit surprised by the very notion. BITCH.

"Fact: It doesn't need to mean anything to me"

"Yet you ask for it."

"Affirmative. Sentiment is only needed on your end"

She gave me a funny look and spent a few minutes studying me before she finally answered, "I promise. Release me."

So I pulled out one of my WORTHLESS hatches and cut her free of the ropes.

As soon as she was free she moved over to the pile we had made with her things and started checking things over. She opened her mouth to say something as she turned but STOP IN HER TRACKS when she FINALLY noticed Moth was in the room too. He'd been sitting behind her on the bed the whole time, like a CREEPER.

She took a minute to do that CREEPY thing she likes to do where she looks you up and down and then pretends she wasn't staring even if you WATCHED HER do it. She finally got back to putting her stuff away. "Names?"

"I'm Picasso. The STUPID FUCKING MUTE is Moth."

She absent mindedly nodded in response looking like THE SOURPUSS she is. She eventually turned back to Moth. "Do you still have my ammo?"

Moth just shook HIS HEAD and then pointed back at her pile of stuff to indicated where we put the ammo.
Fucking MUTE.

"Very well," she said going back to sorting through her own stuff.

I came over to get a look at her stuff curious on what all she had that she was fussing over it all SO MUCH.
"WHATCHA GOT?!" I asked.

She jumped a bit and turn to us making A BIT OF distance from me to her. "Supplies. All you really need to know..." she says giving us ANOTHER ONE of those looks. "How old are you two?"

"I'm 18. Shit breath turned 17 recently. Hes a BIG BOY now."

"Teenagers..."

"Yes. I guess. FOR NOW! Not an OLD LADY yet like you," I teased. She looked... maybe in her early twenties? Not much older, but definitely older then me.

"Not by much" she teased back letting a bit of sass slip through before she BIT her lip and went back to her COLD BITCH self. "So explain this to me, you're proxies... but not proxies?"

"I want someone dead. My boss said NO. We said FUCK YOU. And now they are after us. I won't stop until that ASSHOLE and my LYING boss are dead. I have no idea why the STUPID MUTE is helping me. Same goals I assume."

"So... you're not a proxy anymore... but he still is... but you both separated from your cult?"

"Yes. Fuck them."

"What exactly is... the difference between you two then?"

"He blames the cult. I blame EVERYONE."

"... And you expect me to let you live?"

"Its not like I'm running around KILLING EVERYONE. Just, those that deserve it. One asshole so far... and some hollows."

"Proxies killing proxies?"

"That guy was a cockroach... we thought... he tried to kill us. He was PARANOID as fuck! We sent him out to sea to bleed to death with the FISHIES."

She looked up to Moth for confirmation. "I'M NOT FUCKING LYING!"

"So you are attacking..."

"Bad people, people who side with Fracture, and DUCKIE!"

"No civilian casualties?"

"Nope. Just some hollows, some proxies... that one STUPID FUCKING COCKROACH... and some frogs"

"Runners will die out eventually, mostly a lost cause. Already infected... What happens afterwards if you succeed in your revenge?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll take a vacation. Go RUNNING FOR MY LIFE in the Alaskan sun. I hear its nice up there."

"No more killing?"

"Unless they DESERVE it!"

"Hmm.... Perhaps then I'll save you both for last," she said turning her attention back to her stuff. "Decide then."

AFTER ALL THAT she was STILL FUCKING PLANNING to KILL ME. STUPID CUNT BITCH.

"Save him for last! YOU MADE A PROMISE!" I SCREAMED getting RIGHT THE FUCK in her face.

She froze up and looked me over for a moment before shrugging BRUSHING ME OFF like I was NOTHING. "We'll see. You're infected like the rest of them. My hopes are not high for your future."

"And you're not infected?"

"I am but killing myself in the middle of things takes away the point."

"Just keep your FUCKING PROMISE, okay?"

 She looked at me all confuseded. "I do not understand you."

"I get that, A LOT"

She gave me more funny looks before she finally pulled her bag over her shoulder and moved for the door.
"Well, our business here is concluded for now."

 "KEEP YOUR PROMISE," I yelled.

"That solely depends on you... I'll be watching you both."

Before she could disappear out the door Moth ran over and pulled her into a hug and them moves back over to his corner like the RIDICULOUS FUCKING CREEPER that he is.

She froze up until he finally let go and moved.

"Please... clarify?" she asked looking to me for an explanation on WHAT THE FUCK just happened.

"He hugs people. EVERYONE BUT ME! I think its a not talking thing."

"I wouldn't have taken him for one to do that... especially to someone that was ready to shoot him," she says looking into her bag. Think she might have been considering shooting him RIGHT FUCKING THEN.

"Hard to say what thoughts hide behind that STUPID FUCKING MASK"

"I do not think you're one to talk about masks..." she said giving me more CREEPY looks.

"Its not a mask... its pieces of... PIECES. Your one to talk... Blondie!"

"Except for the fact that I'm not blonde," she said taking on a SLY smirk. "Color blind, girl?"

"I... maybe! You... remind me of blonde."

"Oooh, not a good save. Continue believing what you will. I have a bus to wait for," she said disappearing out the door.

"Bye blondie! I'll miss you"

"Doubtful," she yelled back. And she was right. THAT BITCH IS CRAZY. Like, THE SCARY KIND.

As soon as she was out the door WE GRABBED OUR SHIT AND RAN FOR IT.

I looked back for a moment and noticed she could see us from the bus stop scrambling to leave.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK, RUN!" I yelled to Moth and we FUCKING BOOKED IT out the window.

And that is how I met Blondie. Fun as she was... kind of hoping that doesn't happen again.

Picasso ENTRY end.

Sword of Trent

BIG NEWS! We can finally spill the big secret. All it took was weeks of searching and a near FATAL injury, but our secret little side project is FINALLY at an end. I was excited to find out what I nearly died over.

That's right! I had no idea what it was we were after or what we were doing. You know why? BECAUSE I SPENT THE LAST FEW WEEKS FOLLOWING A STUPID FUCKING MUTE TO WHAT WAS VERY NEARLY MY FUCKING GRAVE.

Worth it. WORTH IT.

We found one of Duckie's little safe houses. I was surprised to find this one was actually a house. A little cabin in the woods.

It was ominous as FUCK. First off, place was rigged with traps. BEAR TRAPS!  Had to make slow, careful, and thorough sweeps across the ground to get to the actual cabin as not to LOSE OUR FUCKING FEET. I think we set off 3 bear traps walking in a straight line from the window.

Not sure where Duckie got a budget for this kind of shit. Is it possible to steal that many bear traps? SOMEONE would notice? Wouldn't they? WOULDN'T THEY?!

In any event, the cabin was fairly bare. Three book shelves, one against EVERY wall besides the one with the door. The shelves were FILLED WITH BOOKS. Each of them a diary. Rantings of various cockroachs and murders. People I assume died around Duckie?

Some of the books where a series of Diaries all belonging to one person. Each series ended the same way... at least as far as I was willing to check. A final entry in Duckie's shit handwriting. He signed each one 'Speaker for the Dead' and explained what happened.

A SENSELESS WASTE OF TIME. I mean, they're dead. WHOSE GONNA SEE IT. Stupid fucking asshole.

There was one other thing in the room. A toy chest. A FUCKING TOY CHEST. Goofy fuck.

Inside were three items. A book, a sword, and.... my brothers body.

OF ALL THE FUCKING THINGS TO STEAL. I... I didn't even know he had fucking took it.

I... didn't even bury him when he died... went STRAIGHT AFTER DUCKIE. Never looked back. Never really paid attention to what he was doing... just chased him from place to place...

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT... I .... didn't even bury him... How could I... FUCK...

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...

so... I took my brothers sword, because I had apparently mistaken another sword for it before because I'm THE WORST FUCKING SISTER EVER (Moth Edit: I noted that Duckie had put it somewhere here.), and the book, which turned out to be my brothers Diary, and we burned that STUPID FUCKING MAKE SHIFT CRYPT TO THE GROUND.

A proper burial, by fire.

...

Good-bye Trent, again. Please, wherever you are, do me one favor...

QUIT FUCKING LEAVING ME! QUIT FUCKING SCREAMING.

Exaggerated Reports of my Death

They are exaggerated.

Seriously, I'M NOT DEAD. So I lost a little bit of my Kool-Aid, so WHAT? The body makes more!

Like lots more! Just takes time. I feels LOADS better. I felt bad when I was low on Kool-Aid, and now that some time has passed and my body has made some more I feel fine. And my body will keep making more. Eventually I'll be ABLE TO DO STUFF, again.

Right now I can only do one handed things so I'm assuming I only have 50% of my Kool-Aid yet because its still not safe to use my other arm or make WIDER MOTIONS with that half of my body. Err... that corner really?

So I have like 75% if its just that one forth I can't use right?

See? Nothing to worry about. I'm getting BETTER all the time!

...

Moth seems to think I should talk about what happened. He left me a note telling me to before he left today.

I told him, "THAT'S FUCKING STUPID. Who would hear it? You? Why would I pander to some SOULLESS FUCKING MUTE. I'll just blog it."

He started growling. Felt on his forehead. LEFT LIKE A BITCH. I win. I always do.

...

Okay, so Moth was searching this hotel floor. It was another dead end, apparently, but he wanted clues or something? Somewhere to go from here that might have answers. Which is silly. We're following a 6 year old trail. TIME DESTROYS CLUES.

Now, in hindsight, I should have known we were about to get attacked. I've been getting sloppy. COMPLIANT.

Some police bitch came up and was asking people to leave one at a time. I didn't SEE her, but I heard her. First missed Red Flag, she skipped us.

Second flag came when I realized she missed only us. I thought to my self, "OH?! Alone? NAP TIME!"

So I stretched. I was getting ready to curl up on the floor. Let Moth do his stupid searching thing ON HIS FUCKING OWN.

I remember hearing a 'ping' sound from the glass behind me. Sudden, my should was ON FIRE! And GUSHING Kool-Aid.

I should have dropped then but I wasn't thinking.

I grabbed my shoulder and tried to keep the Kool-Aid in by bracing the back wound against the wall and pushing on the front which hurt like ALL FUCKING HELL. IT BURNED, AND STUNG, and the red was getting everywhere.

"M-Moth!" I called. He was already coming over, he heard it too. He took one look at me and the window behind me and dropped.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU-?!"

I didn't get to finish that. There was a noise...

'Click'. Like the sound of a trigger being pulled?

I finally dropped myself. I finally realized what was going on.

It wasn't hot anymore... things where starting to get cold. I was having a hard time moving....

'Click'

I threw all my weight with what little strength I could muster into one direction and watched as a bullet ripped through the glass again and cut right into the floor.

I don't know why it took me so long to realized I had been shot from behind... should have been faster... or something...

Moth scooped me up. Ran. One arm under me, one arm trying to keep pressure on my shoulder.

So much... Kool-Aid. I was too big... or he was too small. We weren't moving fast enough.

'Click'

"NO!!"

I kicked the wall hard. Threw us Moth off balance and we started to fall.

SCREAMS EVERYWHERE. FROM ME, THE BULLET, THE HALL, THE PORTAL, THE PATH, AND  the TREE.

Never heard the world scream so loud when I ripped a path portal open.

THE MONSTERS CAN HEAR IT. They were coming.

Moth quickly scooped me up once more. In his panic he started running. Random direction. I could hear them. Chasing us.

It was so dark. No more colors... or shapes... just blurs...

Moth stopped... must not be just behind us anymore.

More SCREAMS as I forced one last portal open... fell into the black...

Woke up in bed, stitched up... and cold.

Could barely move. I was so weak. I looked up at Moth hovering over me. He had passed out... hunch over me.

I did what anyone would have done. I LURCHED MY SELF high and headbutted him HARD in his STUPID FUCKING FACE and then screamed BLOODY FUCKING MURDER as my stitches ripped open.

And I've been recovering ever since.

See? No reason to be dead. Didn't lose all my Kool-Aid. Hell, that sniper only hit me ONCE! I'm tougher then that. It'd take 5 bullets minimum and AT LEAST 2 of those bullets would need to have been head shots.

I'm fine.

Picasso Entry End.

No Loose Lips

But sometimes shit just sinks, I guess.

They found us.

I'm assuming they found us with Trackers. Couldn't have been the blog this time, we were being careful for once. But we haven't been moving very far in our search and I guess they just eventually caught up to us. I suppose it doesn't help that Picasso keeps making a public spectacle of herself and has easily identifiable pieces of mask glued to her stupid fucking face.

It pains me to say so but we should have been using the path to create breaks in our trail or to just rush our travel time in general. But... I just... really do not want to go there. That place makes me want to peel away at my own flesh to stop my skin from crawling. It really just... fucks with my head in general. I can't concentrate when I go there. I keep forgetting where I was going when I'm in there...

But I see little alternative anymore. Not that it will help nearly as much right now since we've been searching out a finite area. If we have another incident, we'll have to abandon on search and resume regular running.

...

Hmm... I neglected to mention what happened. Picasso was shot in the shoulder. Sniper round.  I'm assuming. It came in through a window on the 8th floor.

Shes alive... but she shouldn't be. I had to hide her somewhere so she could recover in peace while I keep searching. Apparently she has been writing whenever she can to keep herself busy. Still rambling on about her time with Nee-Chan.

No fear of death. She doesn't even seem to grasp that she should be dead. She just keeps writing about her friend, like nothing happened...

Unfortunately I don't have time to write up an explanation of what exactly happened when she got shot but I'll get to that soon. For now I'll just fill the rest of this post with Picasso's ramblings.

I've edited this a little.

...

[Morning]

So we went to bed... YES. I remember that was what I was talking about. I curled up in the bed with Sis... Nee-Chan.  She was acting ALL KINDS of cute and shy. So nervous. I knew the moment she fell asleep because her heart FINALLY stopped racing. I was making her SO uncomfortable. It was a lot of fun. Never felt so... tolerated... she didn't YELL or GLARE or TAKE MY SHIT when I was doing something violent or goofy. She pretended to enjoy it. It was nice.

I... remember dreaming about... PUDDING. DELICIOUS PUDDING. It was very where in every flavor. And just when I thought I had seen and tasted all the different puddings... MORE PUDDING!

But then an ANOMALY appeared.  THE SWIRLY VORTEX! It was taking ALL the pudding. Then it took me too. I got pulling in head first. I hit the ground head first too. I opened my eyes to find pudding paradise was gone. ALL GONE.

I crawled black onto the bed. The blanket was no substitute for pudding... but it would HAVE TO do.

I closed my eyes and tried to relocate pudding land. I was locked back into this world by something better.

"He he. Good morning Twitch Girl," teased Nee-Chan.

"Good morning Nee-Sweetie," I grumbled out rubbing my eyes. She tried to hide a blush. ALWAYS so flustered.

"So... what are we gonna do today? I only have one day and I want to do lots of stuff!" she explained with a SURPRISING amount of energy for how early it was.

"Ummm...." I thought finally sitting up. "I don't know. What do you like? Tell me, TELL ME NOW!"

"Ummm... I don't know... Animes... like knives too..." she giggled. "And of course Slendy boy."

... HATE Daddy... EVERYTHING is his fault! My BROTHER and FRACTURE and the constant FUCKING NOISE, all of it is all his fault. Gods can do anything... He could have stopped ALL OF IT. He could fix it now. BUT HE DOESN'T. He lets it happen because he doesn't love me... HE LETS THE BAD THINGS IN.

"What do you like!?" she asked violently SNAPPING me back to earth.

I decided I should probably keep my grudges to myself... FOR NOW! Or... then. I've obvious stopped 'now'. But not 'then'. BACK TO THE FLASH BACK.

I had to speak fast with something cool, intelligent, and preferably accurate or my rage would leak out. 

"PAINTING!" I screamed, straight into her ear as a response.

Nailed it....

She didn't mind me screaming in her ear though. As always, she was SO TOLERANT. She didn't even complain. She smiled and giggled, pretended to be interested.

I wish I could have kept her and sent Moth back with Theta instead...

...

[Anime]

// Note to self,
//SUCK LESS! Upon reflection, that last segment contained FAARRR to many self-loathing notes and
//COPIOUS signs of weakness. FIX IT!
//
//Secondary note,
//Modify my admission of SEETHING HATRED for Daddy or OUTRIGHT remove it. Self analysis has
//revealed the admission will likely damage the disposition of potential proxy allies who may be sympathetic 
//to our plight.
//
//Third note,
//Moth is being a COMPLETE FUCKING ASS. He is insisting on greater radio silence so this segment
//needs to be attached to the former one. REMEMBER to write a little something to connect the segments.
//DON'T FUCKING FORGET

[Moth note: I couldn't be bothered to do any of that so I let this in here too and made it visible]

"Anime huh..." I thought to myself moving over to Moth's laptop. I know he keeps Japanese cartoon on its.

"Mmmmhmmm!" she responded as excited as ever!

"LIKE THIS?!" I declared turning the laptop to her.

She got SUPER flustered. She kept trying to say things but nothing came out and she turned AN ALL NEW color of red I hadn't see her use before. I think she might have stopped breathing or something.

"Yes...? No...? BREATH!!!" I yelled at her shaking her a bit to trying to snap her out of it.

"I-I DON'T KNOW!" she finally spit out. Never heard her yell like that before.

"You're SO ADORABLE in that shade of red!" I teased her.

"I-IDIOT!"

I could stop LAUGHING. It took me a minute to regain my FLAWLESS composure.

"Why don't you show me some of YOUR anime!" I smiled, trying to reassure her that everything was alright. You know, because IT WAS.

"I uh... W-Well... Okay..." she stammered out just BARELY starting to calm down.

She took the laptop and loaded up a website labeled 'Hulu'. Apparently they have a bunch of undubbed animes on there that haven't even made over to the states on official release. LAZY FUCKING JAPANESE.

We both sat down to watch. Lots of colors and sounds and things CONSTANTLY happening, at first at least.

Apparently the show was ''Madoka" or something along those lines?

"I think I remember some of these girl from MY anime website!" I declared excitedly.

"Shush! Just watch. It gets good soon!" said Nee-Chan rocking impatiently and energetically in her seat.

Kind of mean... BUT SHE WAS RIGHT! It got good. And then sad...

There was one that looked kind of like Nee-Chan, COMPLETE with BEAUTIFUL pink hair.

There was also this HORRIBLE BITCH with long red hair who acted all mean and tough and shit but was ALL SAD on the inside. I HATED HER. Don't be sad! FUCK EVERYONE ELSE. They can go die. You just be all that awesome and let the sadness GO FUCK ITSELF... nonexistent... anime person. TAKE THAT!

[Moth Note: It might interest you all to know that Picasso has long red hair that she is very proud of.]

I heaved a heavy sigh at the end resting against Nee-Chan for the supports. Animes are draining...

"SO... LONG..." I playfully whined.

"Yeah... but so good," she sniffled. I looking up to see her wiping away tears.

"I think my anime was better. It got a WAY happier response."

"W-Well y-yeah but-"

"You got ALL red and excited!" I teased interrupting her.

"Sh-Shut up! Idiot!"

//Fourth note: Write a connecting bridge from this segment to the next one. DON'T FORGET!

...

[Knives]

//Note: Write all of this when I'm feeling better and it doesn't take me 20 minutes to write out a sentence.

[Moth: She wrote the following shortly after some bed rest following her injury. She insisted on doing something. I edited a lot of this part. It was mostly grammatical and spelling errors. Everything was also originally in all capital letters for some reason.]

So the anime was over. It was good, despite the stupid fucking redhead's worthlessness.

I suggested we do knives next which sort of confused Sister Girl.

"Uh... What about them, exactly?"

"Doing them... you know. We did animes so now we should do knives."

And with that I pulled out my suitcase of knives.

//Note: Just realized, never did state Moth left during the anime. Write it into last segment when better.
//Won't make sense otherwise.

"Doing what?" she asked thoroughly confused.

"... Picking... your present! Yes. That."

That confused her more... for some reason. Ridiculous goof.

"Y-You sure?"

"Of course. Each one is a memory of a kill... or someone I've yet to kill. I want you to have one."

"I... there are so many. Which should I pick?"

"Any."

She got even more unsure and confused. Goof.

I finally chose one for her.

Two butterfly knives... complete with butterfly patterns and engravings. When you hold the two together, the art forms one big butterfly. Beautiful... perfect gift.

"Beautiful... they're perfect," she said taking them with a hug. She moved back. Played with them. Put'em away. "Thank you!"

"Welcome. Got them from a proxy. Serious butterfly theme. Think I threw her off a roof," I giggled.

//Note: Remove or Modify
So much happier then. Hurts now.

 "I love them" she beamed.

So happy...

...

[Painting/Slendy]

//Note to self:
//Be more careful. Ripping open stitches HURTS LIKE A BITCH and Moth is being EXTRA mean right
//now.

[Moth: This part wasn't written in all capitals and has a lot more of Picasso's 'flair'.]

Typing with one arm FUCKING SUCKS ASS.

Seriously.

So I gave s... Nee-Chan her butterflied butterfly knives. She was SO happy and ADORABLE.

"Lets do one of your things next," she giggled. "You mentioned painting."

"LOVE painting," I giggled back.

"You should paint something then!"

"Sounds FUN. But what should I paint?"

"Oh, oh! Draw Slendy boy!"

I worked hard to hide a cringe. I really did not want to glorify that ASSHOLE. But... I didn't want to start a fight over it.

"Sure..." I said as enthusiastically as possible.

So I pulled out my brush and some blood packs and got to work.

Whispered threats to my brush the whole time. "You BETTER fucking paint what I tell you to paint FOR ONCE you stupid sack of SHIT"

And sure enough... it didn't paint Daddy. The damn thing is just LUCKY it keeps painting more acceptable things.

"QUIT RUINING MY PAINTINGS!" I yelled at it about ready to smash the shit out of it against the wall.

"I-It looks fine to me, Twitch," said Nee-Chan in partial awe.

I looked up at it again. "IT'S NOT-" I started before I got my first real look at it.

It was Nee-Chan being hugged by a bunch of faceless figures of various forms and sizes.

"Huh..."

"What is it?"

"Looks like you... and a bunch of faceless FREAKS."

She blushed again and turned to hide a smile before looking back up at it. "I-I like it. No ones ever drawn me before..."

"Should have drawn in ANIME style," I growled down at my brush.

"Stop it! I love it. I wish I could take it home..." she said, both of us now regretting the fact that I painted it right onto the wall.

"I can draw this on paper for you!" I said pulling out my AWESOME sketch book.

"Oh no! Y-You don't have to do-"

"I INSIST!" I declared and got to work. I looked up a moment to see her shy smile. I could see she was worried about all the stuff I kept giving her. WASN'T GONNA STOP ME!

I heard Moth come back in while I was HARD AT WORK sketching. Looked like he brought in a bunch of supplies for travel. I tried to stay focused on the drawing.

Nee-Chan said something I didn't entirely catch and then went silent so I looked up and...

...

[Moth: I removed these paragraphs. They contain details about what we're up to. I used paper to communicate and we discussed our next move.]

...

...I looked back down at the sketch pad and just got back to work. Just... NEED TO FOCUS... Ignore it...

Took forever but I was FINALLY done.

"DONE!"

"It looks beautiful," she said as she looked it over. "I love the changes," she giggled blushing.

I added Daddy, Moth, and myself into the picture as 3 of the 10 figures hugging her.

"Good," I giggled and was suddenly pulled into a SURPRISE ATTACK... better known as a hug.

I could hear her stomach rumble.

"Oi..." she whined.

"I should fetch some food!" I declared getting up.

"No, no, no, no, no. I'll get it... You've done enough for me today."

"OH NO YOU DON'T! You're my guest. I'll get the food."

"I... I guess," she said forcing a smile. I could see I might be over doing it... or it could be that other thing...

Not that I remember that at that exact moment.

"Hows Arby's sound?"

"S-Sounds good," she said still sounding unsure about letting me handle this.

I gave her a reassuring smile and left to get us some food.

...

[Dinner]

// Delete most of this. Rewrite it. Lie. I don't want to make [Moth: Deleted].

[Moth: Still editing these. She's recovering fast but it still needs work. Plus some of this gets classified or mindless.]

When I came back I could see...

...

[Moth: She rambles for a bit here about how long it took her to come back. Edited it out.]

...

We sat quietly and ate. I wanted...

...

[Moth: Edit. More rambling. They eventually go off for a private conversation. Things go bad.]

...

...TRUTH!

"Fine,... BUT you are mine first."

"Wh-What?" she stammered out. I could see I was starting to scare her. GOOD.

"I COME FIRST! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!"

She couldn't find words. I slammed my hand hard to the mirror beside us.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

She nodded. Just... completely lost for words. I was ruining it. I could see that... BUT SHE FUCKING STARTED IT.

...

[Moth: Edit. They eventually come back. Both upset. Things are quiet and tense. They still curl up together. Once they get tired.]

...

I just closed my eyes... TRIED to sleep. I felt the weight of the bed shift. I felt familiar arms around me.

"Idiot," she said. It wasn't mean though. She was trying to be nice.

I hugged her arms and she clung tighter.

It was nice... no one has ever really... pretended to try that hard.

For a second I thought she might actually keep her promise.

All those horrible things I wanted to do... she didn't deserve it... not yet... maybe not ever...

I dreamt many dreams that night. Dreams where I re-punished all those who have deserved it over the years. Their delicious screams... it helped cement for me that... she shouldn't be among them...

...

[Morning]

//Note to self: Cut out the [Moth: Edit] and change the ending goodbye

[Moth: She managed to rip open all of her stitches in her sleep. This one needed a lot of work. And of course it had more classifieds in it.]

Things seemed better in the morning....

...

[Moth: Edit. Complains about herself and the awkwardness. Then there were more talks about sensitive information before it was finally time for Nee-Chan to go.]

...

Theta was at the door. IMPATIENT FUCKER stood there, waiting on her.

"You're BROKEN again..." I pouted.

"I-I'm gonna miss you..." she sobbed clinging onto me.

"I..." I started and hugged her back tight as I could... miss that shoulder strength now.

"I'LL MISS YOU TOO! B-But you'll see me again. I'm gonna kill Duckie. Then I won't EVER have to run again. We can see each other ALL the time after that... I promise."

She forced a smile. I did too.

I pulled Moth over and whispered in his ear... then we both gave her a kiss on the cheek. She turned red. Overwhelmed.

She started really sobbing now. She gave Moth a hug. A kiss on the cheek.

Then she came over and gave me another big hug and... a kiss. A real one.

I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYONE TEASES ME OVER THAT I WILL BEAT YOU TO DEATH IF IT COSTS ME MY ARM FOR GOOD!

She was trying... really really trying where others were scared or dismissive.

She hid her face. And then she turned and left. "Bye. I'm gonna miss you, Twitch girl!" she declared, still crying as she disappeared through the door.

I thought I had lost my words... but I WAS WRONG!

"You FUCKING BETTER Nee-Chan!" I yelled after her.

And she and Theta were gone...

Part of me hopes I never see them again.

Then things can always be... perfect...

...

-----------------
Final Moth Note
-----------------

I understand a lot of people recently died as a result of the aid we were given.

They're right... that was my fault and there isn't much I can say or do about it anymore.

I'm sorry...

Moth Out.