*The distortion dances with a shorter being made of the same material as itself. It has the appearance of a younger woman, maybe early twenties accept lacking a face. It sings softly to itself as it gently hold’s the false image of a long gone woman’s hands.*

sucks when you want to be heartless , but you know that’s not who you are .

Piss off I’m busy! I can’t go to Distortion Poker night!

. . .How about I give them a reason to fear me. I will show them exactly what they feared.

. . .No more of this game. I’m at my limit. The more I think. . .the more I realize that I hate all of you. Why pretend I care about any of these idiots? They are the reason she’s dead. The very people she told me to protect, didn’t bother to even look her way when she cried out for help.

. . .Do they even matter? Why care about these people? Always looking at me with fear and scorn. Why should I care about them?. . .What do you think?

Every waking moment I spend here I get angrier and angrier. I want to Kill her. I want her dead! WHERE IS SHE!? WHERE IS THAT MACHINE!? I HATE YOU! I’LL ALWAYS HATE YOU! DON’T MOCK ME YOU BASTARD! I’LL KILL YOU! I HATE YOU! COME AND FACE ME! I H A T E Y O U.

Oh I’m soooooo scared.

…Standing on tall windy areas and looking down on people is actually really fun. I like this new inhumanities.

Whoever is following me around while playing through patches of violet please stop. I am not like either Heathcliff.

*The beast stalks a mother and child throughout the streets of district ten’s Backstreets. They seem unaware of what is not far behind. It is filled with rage, and bloodlust, but most of all, it feels Envy. Envy over this child. How dare this woman cast her aside, How dare she have another child?*

Playin lego wif da grandchild.

Bored. Might stab void dream to death again. I wonder if it will “Baaa” at me while it struggles.

// This account along with all my other ones will be on hiatus for a while. It may be a few days, it may be never who knows.

@inhumanities.bsky.social *The floor of inhumanities grows darker. Heavy footsteps come from behind the librarian* Well. If it isn’t Agent Windsor. Or were you a Clerk? It’s hard to remember right now. You are one well guarded individual. *It throws a book to their feet*

That entire building. All of it’s occupants. Everything in it. All of it’s abnormalities. All of it’s librarians. All of it’s visitors. I will grant them peace once more. All of you. I will grant you all that final mercy.

Killing you violently soon.

I want my Maxine. I WANT MY MAXINE! WHY WONT SHE SPEAK TO ME ANYMORE!? WHERE IS SHE!? WHERE IS MY MAXINE!?

Stolen from other site

// Ahem. Locke.

THE WORLD IS MY CANVAS. I WILL TAKE UP MY BRUSH AND PAINT THE WORLD R E D

How sweet.

WOOOO! PRIDE MONTH! CELEBRATE HOW PRIDEFUL YOU ARE! YOU ARE A GOD AMONGST MEN!

…I miss her.

Dansa med oss🎵 klappa era händer🎵 Gör som vi gör, ta några steg åt vänster🎵 Lyssna och lär, 🎵 missa inte chansen Nu är vi här🎵 med Caramelldansen🎵

Hm. Interesting day I’m having. Alice is back to normal. Small and easily pushed around.

It’s always the same reaction when someone runs from me and I catch them. “This isn’t real!” “This is just a nightmare!” “Please let me wake up!” “You can’t be real!” The horror in their eyes. The denial. I consider it a mercy that I end it before they can realize that I am very real.

Kill you.

District got a lot quieter. Not many people prowl the streets anymore.

I dunno. It’s probably somewhere at the apartment.

I am still far too exhausted to do any lasting damage…

// In the future If I don’t know how to respond to something I’m going to ignore it

I don’t like caramel.

Touch me or get near me and I will paint your house with your corpse.

What? This is just a brick.

HAH!!!!!!!

I don’t know!? Stuff???

@godsendoffice.bsky.social YOU. PHLEGETHON IS DEAD BY MY HANDS. YOU WILL JOIN HIM NOW.

@godsendoffice.bsky.social I see you, you big bastard. You mildly inconvenienced me!

Hm…It appears that something of substance has finally happened. Maybe I should check things out. I might actually be entertained.

*Slow clapping* Bravo!

You don’t tell me what to do. I simply let them live because they weren’t a threat. And nothing else.

…Enough sitting around. I should actually do this. Get it over with.

I Couldn’t allow her to Stay. It was better if she moved on. I’m to far gone. Any moment now this small moment of sanity will fade, and it will be back.

If someone were to disturb my little ecosystem with malicious intent I will personally unmake them.

Help. There are enough animals using me as a heat lamp that I am unable to see.

They never tell you how beautiful it is out in the outskirts…Actual natural trees are out here…The snow falls white…Not grey and polluted. Life permeates everywhere. Cities of old taken over by plants. I observed a small rabbit huddled up against my now naturally warm body. It hasn’t left my side.

Another moment of clarity…I look back upon everything…It all feels…Hollow…You know. I always thought the way I felt was a product of my circumstances. That I just needed to be in a better place. Even when they did…The feelings of rage…Of pain. Of sorrow. Of agony…They didn’t go away…

@bloodmoonenforcers.bsky.social What do you want?…