tvk | Dear Die-Ary #1 - Johnny C.

[The following message comes over the communicator shortly after the Dark Hour. The man's voice is harsh and quick, near the point of yammering, and it alternates between being incredibly quiet and being incredibly loud as he talks.]

It's slipping out oh Jesus fucking Christ it is slipping out. I didn't know I didn't mean to I fed it I fucking fed it do you hear me? I was keeping it away! I was keeping it inside! I didn't know it'd get out! Not after all the time-not after all I gave it! But the cracks had formed and they grew too wide and it slipped out I'm sorry I'm sorry I do horrible shit but oh fuck not this.

And it's like I thought it was. It's in the shadows. It's in the shadows and it is the shadows and it looks at you through the shadows. And it tried to kill me but I killed it! I KILLED IT!

I.....killed it?

I did. Something came out of me....something came out of me and I killed it what kind of fucking sense does that make? Of all the goddamn fucked up logic I've seen what fucking sense does that make? I mean I'm not new to killing things but what the hell was that? What is this?

If this is what hell is like it's worse than I thought.

[And he'll stop talking at that point.

If you're trying to wonder home after the Dark Hour tonight, feel free to find a very thin, undernourished looking man slinking around town. He wobbles occasionally, sometimes having to lean against a building to steady himself.

Go bug him?]

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[Kaiji isn't sure what to think. The guy looks like a mess, but is giving him attitude about the help.]

Stay out here long enough and you'll get your ass killed. Where did you think you were going to go, anyway?

Home. I need to get home.

[Even though it's becoming clearer and clearer that home is nowhere here.]

I can stop it if I get home.

Chances are you're pretty damn far from home. Your best bet is to get inside the hotel.

No. Do you have any idea what goes on in hotels? I mean maybe they look nice at first, but really? It just hides the kind of things that happen there. Fat, old politicians cavorting around with their fucking secretaries. Drug dealers living it up in safer spots if they have enough money.

Murder.

It's unsanitary, with all the shit that's left behind. I'd rather stay in the gutter.

[Well okay then]

I have no idea what the hell you're ranting about, but if you stay here in the gutter, then you will be the one murdered by those weird shadow monsters. And if you think I'm lying, then wait around for a few minutes and one will show up.

[He does take a look around as he talked. He didn't know how shadows found people - whether or not they could hear them or what. He just knew they didn't have long out here without one coming by.]

That's fucking fine with me. I'm happier with the shadows than I am with people.

[Man, he is just not a happy camper. First shadow things, then some kind of monster popping out of his head, and now some rude man babbling at him.

What a shitty way to start the afterlife.]

[He sighs.] Fine. I can't force ya. Enjoy getting eaten or whatever it is those things will do to you.

[Time for him to head back to the hotel.]

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