09-16-2020, 03:45 AM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary’s bottom right eye slowly squinted shut. Then opened. She second guessed herself; she hadn’t intended for the thought virus to produce such a reaction. However, Rosemary didn’t feel guilty. And the not feeling guilty thing almost bothered her. Almost.
Aphra’s treatment of Vanye disquieted Rosemary’s mind. And the last person Rosemary had felt needed to sling a mental command to had been insane. Same as the second to last. Rosemary wanted to trust her gut judgement. But trusting herself was difficult.
“You do not look fine,” Rosemary said, factual-like. As though reading a line from a grimore.
She sighed. Her forked tail flicked the air. Simultaneously, she wanted to sling another thought virus and forget she’d thrown the first one. “Drink plenty of water when you get home. And sleep on your side.” She did not want to give this advice, but she felt obligated to. The cat was probably too drunk to remember, anyway.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Aphra’s treatment of Vanye disquieted Rosemary’s mind. And the last person Rosemary had felt needed to sling a mental command to had been insane. Same as the second to last. Rosemary wanted to trust her gut judgement. But trusting herself was difficult.
“You do not look fine,” Rosemary said, factual-like. As though reading a line from a grimore.
She sighed. Her forked tail flicked the air. Simultaneously, she wanted to sling another thought virus and forget she’d thrown the first one. “Drink plenty of water when you get home. And sleep on your side.” She did not want to give this advice, but she felt obligated to. The cat was probably too drunk to remember, anyway.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?