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Balcony Incident
Things to mention when I type this up:
- Black motel cat spotted; named Oz
- My injury and yet another instance of me fainting? At least note that Rorfu must have been the town’s medical practitioner
- If injury and fainting mentioned (really should be), note Sloan’s bandaging job while I was fainted
- Valentine boy suggesting the community center to read up on what we saw
- Rorfu and the sheriff are being followed far more adamantly than Sloan and I were, so they’re going out of their way to mislead their pursuer before finally circling back to town
- The “hints” to go to the woods
- it bled black on me
- Or do I mention it at all?
It burned but left me cold before I blacked out. However, whatever Sloan did while patching me up really worked wonders. He’s been dodgy about how he disposed of the black substance spattered all over the balcony and motel room, and I’ve seen him drop his smile when he doesn’t think I’m looking. I regret ever bringing him into this. It's just as Tallie said: I drag everybody who cares about me through the mud, and for what? For answers nobody cares about? And then I'm left alone once all is said and done.
Why should I even post anymore?
Reasons to keep posting
- I want to be a paranormal investigator (and this is NOT all in my head)
- my experiences are valuable to share and later reflect on
- I’m sharing the truth
- A public record exists if I die (until the site dies too)
I never saw myself growing old, but I can't let myself succumb to any of this. People care about me, and I may have put them in harm's way.
Surely people would cry for me
Who would REALLY care if I die
- Rorfu
- Rorfu's mom
- Sloan? Sloan. I shouldn’t question that. He's probably the only reason I'm alive.
- Tallie? Despite her cruelties, I still don't think she wanted to disown me alongside our "parents"
- Jeremiah might cry. He seems nice
- Fettuccine??
Reasons to stop posting
- I sound ridiculous to others
- Counter: This has never stopped me from telling the truth before. Why should I abide by the opinions of others if they don't know the half of what I'm experiencing?
- Bot harassment
- Counter: I've been harrassed by far worse than some cryptic bots. I'll just keep blocking them
- The only entities(?) reading my posts seem to wish harm
- Counter: If I could find some way to handle them, then they won't bother anyone else down the line. They might bother Rorfu. Sloan's already been put at risk, and yet he's still here.
- Counter: I want to investigate the paranormal, so I'm quite lucky such things are targeting me. This is what I was looking for. "Lucky" is quite the way to describe this
What else
- Mention how the anomalous creature that attacked us tonight called me Maz? This might make it all worse
- The person following Rorfu and Sheriff Kyle might just be after the town more than me, but what's the point in mentioning that as well?
I should be resting. Think saving the picture I took before fainting last night will be a good idea in case something happens to my phone
I don't know
I'm tired
Note to self: ⚠️GASHED AND BLOODY⚠️ leg in dropdown. Hard to look at without feeling lightheaded again.

ACTUAL Post Draft:
Last night was hello
I saw you, Maz, and the liar you keep as company, out on the balcony attached to your “motel” room.
At first, I was worried I would burn before seeing you.
However… the golden lamb cannot be everywhere at once. I bled him enough that he couldn’t intervene with our meeting. Though he has since been saved, it does not matter. I still got to see you.
And what have I to fear right now?
The worm is not in town. You met him. He's more of a monster than I am, Maz.
The gas station woman who keeps the rune journal is gone for the time being. The other human caster who helped the golden lamb would easily die to me.
The nurse who eats metal and the sheriff with warded bullets are conveniently away...
...The Hollowed never leaves his kitchen...
And I can easily outmaneuver the other threats. This became clear tonight as I watched the lamb spill his golden blood.
I'll let you take your time to come see me in the woods, Maz.
And you really should before you ever try to leave this town.
Your camera equipment is fascinating to play with. I don’t want you to forget what I look like, so I took a memento
For you
For you
For you
For you
And for you, too
I like you, you from beyond the Veil. I like your attention.
Maz can't see this part of the message I've left in her draft. This is just for you. Would you be able to hear me if I screamed your direction? I don't know.
I don't know what I am. I looked for any god to explain what I am, I looked for compassion, I looked for any answer I could tolerate besides that which supports that I am what shouldn't be.
I found acceptance in the V̵̳̮̇o̷̳̬͗i̵̖̺̍͝d̵̠̋̚. I bleed it. I breathe it.
Do you feel like you belong in your dimension, or are you an outsider like me?
You don't look like me, but your face is hard to comprehend... just like mine and my idol's. Can you morph yours to be more fathomable? I'll do the same for you.
Lo o k