All posts by Soot the dinosaur guy

Hey folks! I’ve decided to publish one final post to wrap things up on dinopedia, that way the series doesn’t end on what is practically a filler episode.

Before we begin this episode, this account is ARCHIVED, so nothing further will be posted on it. Crude will be moved likely to YouTube or Instagram. You can find a link to both in my user page!

I’ll also, as usual, will give a brief list of content warnings when it comes to themes you’ll find on posts there;

- Violence/Body-horror/Death

- Suggestive jokes or themes

- References towards suicide

- And other potentially sensitive content.

Without further ado, this will be one of the largest episodes so far, so I advise to sit back a bit!

do you know what counts?

the clocks hands creak

tick and wind

turn into a chorus of mocking

white noise to my ears

counting down your eventual loss

clicking every living second

i can not stand the sound of a clock

a ruler of the wall

ill have it transfixed by sundown

the sun wavers

it’s a beautiful thing, really

soaking in its rays

relaxing on a shore side.

he had beautiful eyes

other times it burns like a hells fire

clawing at your skin

melting it upon an array of crevices

your throat scorched

can’t remember your name

can’t remember where you came

ticking on

i think this clock is slightly off

i wish it’d shut up

the clock is a facade

a simple glance at a overwhelming structure

nets and roots strangling you

red is a color of the rim of this clock

i hate the color red.

it lies

it hurts

a lot

it stares you down

it burns

i hate this clock more than anyone in this room

maybe I hate the doctor more

he does not believe me

you do not believe me

nobody does

my skin is paler

my fingers curled

my eyes itch

why don’t you believe me?

what have I done?

JANUARY 2024

SASHA JOHNSON

That is not normal.

I’ve seen messed up things before, I don’t think there’s quite anything like this. It’s proportions change every moment, as uncertain as the shifting land around it. Like a cartoon, the side of its head has two eyes. One tilted in the wrong direction completely. But this thing is not a cartoon. It is very much there. The sky is a harsh red, the landscape and trees a complete black just like the creature itself. Every movement it makes is like a twitch. A stupid dream, it happens a lot, regardless of what I do. A dream.

This is very much real.

It is staring me down, everything moving and uncertain except it’s gaze. One of unbridled resent. It isn’t something obvious at all, yet you can feel it. Everything is influenced by it. It’s adorned with a beak, a scarily familiar sight nowadays.

The sentence was short, yet the words and voice too jumbled to properly make it out, “DOORWLKRD the way TRYTHgivemeHOPE.”

I padded closer to it, there was a harsh wind nearly blowing me over, “What are you?” There was no response except it going still, “Who are you?”

“LIFElftheTOTALCOMMUNIONlistentome,” It stepped downward as it shouted these words.

“I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to know why I am here.”

“WHYfunnyappleAREblooooop.”

I lifted up my hands, my claws unsheathed as it stood there on the edge of the rubble. Both of us were perfectly still, “Please.” The buzz of a light bulb could be heard despite the landscape. It continued to yell, narrowing its eyes.

“Why are you tormenting me like this?” The sentence was bitter and clear.

Clarity.

Clarity.

ANSWER.

“You’ve forgot who you answer to.”

“I helped you, and you get to help me, isn’t that wonderful?”

“It’s a trade off, you know. It’s not a scam, a trick, a lie. You can trust me. You always can.”

“Put your hand on the rim.”

“One finger on the trigger. Keep it steady.”

THE MAN IN RED.

Jeffery stared downward as the child fell to her knees, screaming. Lolip was a gullible person. An easy target. Another brick in the wall. It wasn’t his fault they brought children here, you know? It wasn’t his fault his hands slipped. He’d only done a half-lie, saying something was waiting here for her. He was a clean slate.

The other man glanced from the end of the hall. Jeffery grabbed the child’s shoulders, dragging her off towards the CRUDE. He didn’t have enough time for further preparations. That was surely understandable. There was no need for a dash to the disposal bin or incinerator when you had your own perfect supply of trash-compactors right here. After all, he was only purifying things. Freeing one more person from this hell. Jeffery stood at the top of the railing, dropping them down into the swarm far below. Another unfortunate disappearance.

He walked off towards the janitorial room, already having taken off his shirt. Was he in the wrong? Jeffery doubted it. Sure, it was a child, how horrible. But he was being a good guy here. He helped free another person, one more down the drain, so many more to go. A slow but steady process. Jeffery liked to think of himself as a protagonist, in a way. Going on an adventure to save everyone. Of course, that meant there would be some losses along the way. His actions were not influenced by any despise or hatred (for the most part), simply envy. Envy for a better place for everyone.

Jeffery slid on another red uniform, his old one stained with dirt and muck. A far worse fate awaited everyone else here, anyway. He was doing a favor. They’d never see that horrible day anymore. Furthermore, he was the one sacrificing everything, giving up his job rankings, his income, his safety, all to make sure everyone else was finally free. It was necessary.

He was doing what was right.

SEE HOW BRIGHT THE FIRE INSIDE OF US BURNS

“I CAN GIVE LIFE.”

“Where are you going, come back!” I shouted, following the animatronic down the winding halls. Its turns were sharp and sudden, the route it took unpredictable. I nearly ran into a wall several times trying to keep the pace. It finally began to slow. The doorway was dark, almost eerily so. I turned around. Every corner gave off the impression something had been following, watching. It had always been like this.

It finally proceeded forward, “I CAN GIVE LIFE.” The robot vanished into the darkness. I slid my hands on the sides of the walls, the cold, smooth texture tearing at my skin in a way. There was a feeling. A horribly wrong one. “FOLLOW,” it chirped again, a slightly more agitated tone.

“It’s too dark in there. I’ll slip on some random pile of shit,” I frowned, shivering as another wave of cold emitted from behind me, “I don’t see anything, anyway, we should look somewhere else!”

It slowly turned, the whirring echoing through the room, “YOU CAN HELP.”

I walked forward, cautiously making my way through the doorway. The ceiling seemed to shift as I walked forward. The animatronic was gone. I looked around by the entrance, but not even a faint glow could be seen, “Hello?” I stepped forward once more, and looked up.

JANUARY 2024

COLE MILLER

To be brutally honest, I don’t think many people care much about the dilemma around them anymore. People are dying, we’re running out of food, blackouts are becoming more and more frequent, and at least five patrols have resulted in a severe injury or loss in the last few days. Why should I be focused on one persons issues when we’ve got far worse to worry about? I mean, they are perfectly healthy, just delusional. Making up random shit like Jeffery did. I bet you the journal pages are what’s scaring him. I don’t know why, in his right mind, he’d choose to give the journal to some random teenager and think all would be fine. Some of that stuff is ‘personal’, to not go into too much depth, I’ve had to take a couple pages out. Technically the whole journal is personal. But there’s a couple pages about me, and I’d rather not have him read those.

Told him to stop worrying about stuff and just lay it back,that there was no real threat, and if he continued complaining I’d send him off to the doctor a second time. He hasn’t talked to me since, so I think I’m doing something right. Aside from normal business, we’ve had success again! A second signal managed to be sent out and received by someone. I’m hoping it’s not some random private pilot flying by, and rather someone who will actually do something about it. The last signal reached someone but that was about where it ended.

We might get out by the end of the year, or so I hope. That’s not exactly why I wrote this entry on the logs, however.

I might not give a hell about specific people, but things reach a point that they become concerning. Someone was found dead today in a old, tiny locker room, head bashed inward. It wouldn’t be anything abnormal, besides the fact that there was a bat near the scene. A bloodied one. I sent someone to the doctor, hopefully for a while.

Just in case, you know?

Hope for the best soon,

- COLETON MILLER.

Red is the color of my hands.

You don’t believe me.

I’ve been lost, for a while.

I have called your name.

Is this funny to you?

Am I funny to you?

Look how you laugh and mock me.

Reflect the words I cry and shout.

You wouldn’t try to believe me.

Standing there, all alone, taunting me.

All around me, gnashing teeth, anger and despise.

I can show it too.

I can feel.

Sometimes I feel as if I am slowly rotting.

Sometimes I feel happy and warm.

Sometimes I feel six hundred feet underground.

Sometimes I feel like laughing and smiling.

Robins are bold, swooping in to defend their nests.

You could be sitting right by, not a threat, and they’d strike.

Robins are bold until the fledglings fall.

Foxes are patient animals, too.

They’ll circle and circle, until the bird cries out.

The robins stop swooping, what’s the point anymore?

Its just another fledgling down the drain.

There’s always more within the nest.

CONTENT WARNING: This episode contains descriptions of body horror and sensitive topics.

1981

Jeffery rushed over into the woods, checking behind him before approaching Cole, “They’ve got the whole place on lockdown, I managed to get outside before they locked the front gates. What the fuck happened?”

“They lied to me. They lied to you, Jeffery. This isn’t a job opportunity, it’s a death trap,” he whispered, clutching his arm. Both were seated behind a large bush, the cover of the night concealing them near completely.

“Your a mess, take my coat. Your face is all cut up,” He slid off his work jacket, wiping a bit of the blood off, “I don’t need it right now anyway.”

Cole only stared forward, “I saw what they did to the other person there, I saw the graphs.”

He sat down in front of him, “Those are knife nicks,” Jeffery grabbed another sleeve and continued to wipe the sides of his head.

“This wasn’t about science. It never was.”

“Cole.”

“There were children there. Children. Nobody is human in their eyes.”

“Cole.”

“Everyone is under lock and key.”

“Cole, you need to listen to me.”

He paused for a moment, slowly turning, “What is it?”

“What did they do to you?”

WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?

WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?

2024

“I am me,” Soot stared into the bathroom mirror, lifting his hands up. Everything screamed wrong. Not screamed, screeched it. Like the call of an Anhinga, it was bitter and seemed to tear at the throat. Literally and figuratively, “I didn’t die there. I didn’t die now.” He looked up at the ceiling. It was a horrible feeling, maybe brought upon by guilt. There was nothing to be guilty of however, the emotion was far different. Everything was fine and intact. Life would go on. Things would stay the same. Over, and over, and over again. It came to him finally, rotting. Rotting like a living corpse.

Was it bad for him to wish he wasn’t ‘this fine’ in a way? It’d taken four days and he was back on his feet. Those injuries would leave you in a hospital for months, under the assumption that they were survivable. Soot died there, he knew that. What did he know?

How much had been lied about to him?

How much did he know, or make up, or simply believe?

He continued to look at the mirror in the dark, his own reflection whirling. The thoughts seemed blurry in the day. But Soot knew what he saw. It wasn’t as if anyone would believe him, of course, it was the perfect set to look like a crazy idiot. Leaving the bathroom, he glanced at a old waiting room. That wasn’t supposed to be there. Soot turned around and swung open the other door, only for the left terminal to stretch across on the other side. Terribly wrong, now.

Something stood alone on a wooden table. It was fairly small, around the size of his arm, with a glowing diamond-shaped mask. The hue it gave off was almost a pinkish color. Soot slowly walked towards it, trying to get a better look. It sprung forward, toppling down the table and nearly directly towards his chest. He screamed and stumbled backward knocking down a tiny stool.

“I CAN GIVE LIFE. YOU CAN HELP.”

2019

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2024

Sasha Johnson

“I wouldn’t hurt anyone important,” I said, watching the figure I recognized too well standing at the end of the hall, “You are disposable. You weren’t important. There was no reason for me or anyone else to care if you died. It’s just another to the ever-growing pile of corpses.”

His words managed to be a whisper of a croak and a shout at the same time, “That’s not true.”

I continued, stepping closer, “Someone would’ve stopped it if that were the case.” His fists curled and he moved backward.

“Leave me alone,” his voice became more like a sob now.

“Even if Jeffery hadn’t died from that, you would’ve died in some idiotic way anywho. Justice comes around eventually, it always does. It always will. You have hurt people.”

”That wasn’t my fault. You knew that.”

Many sparrows were perched on the columns, the usually racket-making birds silent. Their stares were intoxicating, irritating, and pathetic most of all. I snatched one off the edge, it screeched as I crushed its spine. Soot only stared forward with tears as its lifeless body dropped to the floor. He had nearly lunged forward, only held back by the threat of the things hoisted around him, “It’s one sparrow out of hundreds. The flock will never notice it gone after a day or so.”

”You’re a monster. A fucking monster,” he choked, looking down at the frail mangled bird.

I reached for another, twisting its wing. Others flew away, the chattering of the birds gradually growing louder. Another, its head stomped in. Another, impaled by the neck. Another. The birds calls were a long union scream. I plucked a sixth one, about to toss it to the ground. I felt something slam into my cheek. It toppled me over on impact and a boot wildly came flying down near my chest.

Soot stood there with his fists bloody. The birds songs became like buzzing.

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destroyed all I loved

“Maybe you are lost, I don’t recognize you. This place is dangerous, for a little bird! You need to move on,” Sasha stood by the Great Oak tree, watching it chirp and scream, “I don’t think I look like him at all. You don’t need to be afraid.”

It’s beak unhinged, and a mix of what appeared to be two voices was the only response she was given “LOCKED me I can see Through YOUR screen.”

“Maybe we have a bad connection, I’m sorry about that. Do you know who you are?” She said in a quieter tone, pacing back and forth.

“I’m not like the rest of them. I am very aware. You deserve to rot. Rot like they did.”

JANUARY 2024

Blair Moore

I sat outside of the treatment center on a small chair, rocking back and forth. I wasn’t allowed inside at all, not even in the waiting room. Cole only told me he’s still alive at the moment. My hands were still dirty, I hadn’t gotten a chance to wash them, or didn’t want to leave. The only thing I found besides a blocked off mess was the journal on the couch, tucked underneath it. I didn’t want to read it, it wasn’t the right thing to do. He told me not to unless shit went down, which in fairness it did, but he was still kicking for now.

I don’t know why nobody else was with him at the time of the stabbing. I don’t know why he wandered off from the bunker at all. I don’t know why his shoulder of all things is the most mangled. I wish I did.

After things stopped for a while, I thought it was getting better. Happier. There was nothing I could’ve done in the end, I guess. Which doesn’t make me feel much better. It was just a couple hours ago when he was asleep on a couch, perfectly fine. I knew there was someone else waiting, too. Had I been armed beyond a pocket knife, I would’ve carved her face off by now. As a kid, I was always told hate was a very strong word, that nobody ever meant it. I despise her. I despise what she did. I hate her.

As I look up at the ceiling, I pull out a small photograph. This one wasn’t an old picture I found in a bag or drawer, this was one I took just two days ago. The color was still fading in. I took it with the only working camera we had at the time, or at least allowed to use. It was a picture of the sky. There are millions of pictures of the sky out there, but this one was special, this one was different. I put it back into my pocket as carefully as I can.

I think it’s stupid to think that someone you knew for three months brings this much guilt. I’ve known people for years, it wasn’t like this. Time is slow, I guess.

Time is slow.

“JEFFERY’S JOURNAL” ENTRY

Sometimes I don’t know what to do with myself. I want to be helpful. I’ve always tried to be helpful. I couldn’t save Cole from the gas mask, I couldn’t save the man in the office block, I couldn’t save the girl who tried to climb the elevators. I couldn’t save anyone I’ve met. Not now. Not in the past.

I feel as if I am clinging onto something fucked up, a hope that will crush me further following it than giving up. But I still try.

Sometimes there’s things I wish I asked. Like why Jeffery and Cole had the same last names despite not being related, for example. If I asked that to Cole now, he’d get mad and go on some ramble about leaving things to rest.

Cole Miller and Jeffery Miller are the most basic names ever. I don’t know who would willingly have that last name, probably had something like ‘gaylord’ beforehand. Soot used to joke about them being married for the reason why they have such a shitty last name. I’m starting not to doubt it.

It’s getting late.

I don’t like to write in other peoples stuff, just to be clear, but he said I could write in this sometime if anything happened. I’m no good at writing, you know? I think I might start foaming at the mouth if I try and write anything longer than this.

MY WORDS WILL TEAR THROUGH THE AIR

Soot Blackshire, 2024.

ARC 1 EPILOGUE

I’m sorry I couldn’t stay for you.

I can hear buzzing, horrifyingly loud. Horrible, aching, repeated buzzing.

Do you believe me? Am I at fault?

I can’t be beat.

I tried so hard. I left something for you, too. You’ll never get a chance to see it.

It felt like a thousand knives.

I’m sorry I failed.

It hasn’t gone away. The rain is sharp on my skin like acid.

I do not bite, he said. He was a liar.

He tore me apart, my mind, my heart. A pen can hurt worse than word.

And he will always win. He will soak in the victory.

He will never feel the painful ending meant to doom him.

I’m sorry I hurt you.

You should know, I still don’t hate you.

After all you’ve done to me.

It’s funny, isn’t it?

I feel so horribly bitter, but I can’t hate anyone. It wasn’t your fault.

There is only one I resent, but I failed. I will die with that.

I’m sorry I became like him.

I swore never to be. I promised I’d never be a monster like he was.

And we are so much alike, despite everything I’ve done.

It aches me far more than how I lay here to know that.

I’m sorry I was never helpful.

My scripts always sucked, but they were funny, weren’t they?

I never could put up a fight, I was too scared, I always had to be brought to the treatment center.

Peoples time I wasted just to end up like this.

In the end, it was never for me to decide, I suppose.

I’m sorry for what is to come.

You bastard of a person.

It would be generous to call you human, literally and figuratively.

I hate you, with no remorse.

I am a liar. I do hate. I do feel.

Rot in hell, oversized house cat.

Any humanizing title would be lying further than I already have.

I’m sorry for not killing you sooner.

The sparrow sat atop a branch, chirping once again. Its voice echoed across the vast emptiness, “Here are some things you probably didn’t know about me.”

”My favorite dinosaur was Carnotaurus, unoriginal, I know. I found it while snooping through one of your books. There was a movie I watched about it as a kid! I loved that movie,” it sung, bouncing around, “I also loved pancakes a ton. Plain, or with syrup, I didn’t care! I would gobble those things up.”

The woman stood tensely, “Why are you telling me this?”

It tilted its head, “I liked singing, believe it or not. I was a huge fan of ocean animals. My favorite was the lionfish.” The air was still.

”I asked you a question, why are you telling me this?”

”I was terrified of birds. Still am sort of. Pretty ironic, is it not? Grackles and magpies always unsettled me as far as I remember.”

Sasha yelled this time, “Answer me.”

The sparrow fluttered down from the tree, “But you wouldn’t know any of this, would you?”

”I don’t understand.”

“You never understood.”

DEAD MAN WALKING.

ARC FINALE.

Content Warning: Major descriptions of gore/violence, references towards suicide, and other potentially sensitive topics.

Things are getting better.

DECEMBER 2024

Soot Blackshire?

I’m sorry I went alone.

I didn’t know the lights would go out.

I didn’t know she would find.

I could’ve expected it, though, right?

It was only a matter of time.

That comforts me a bit.

It wasn’t your fault, you wouldn’t have found me either way.

Nothing could be done.

A pair of glowing eyes and other various markings stood at the end of the hall, watching as I desperately hit her away with the crowbar. A snapdragon. They were supposed to help you. To keep people safe. To keep children safe. Here it stood, only staring forward as we fought. Was this funny to it?

I smacking her shoulder as she reeled back before flipping the crowbar around to the sharper side. A heavy cardboard box toppled from the top shelf and she swung with her fists again, narrowly avoiding tripping over the spilled contents. Swinging again, the crowbar instead hit one of the metal rods supporting the shelf, causing it to break off the main structure. It went toppling down blocking off the halls exit. Sasha ran for the lose metal pole,

snatching it and turning back. The first jut forward it I redirected with my arms. She fixed her grip on it, this time running for me. I dropped the crowbar in a panic.

My shoes squeaked on the tiled floor as I screamed, banging my fists against the door. As I attempted to reach down for the crowbar, Sasha made a final lunge. The metal pole jutted forward, I wildly swung with my arms, my legs gave out. Blood pooled through my coat, running between the tiles of the floor. She stood there, still, stiff. My hands shaking, I tried to reach for the handle. Every movement hurt. The slightest touch to the pole caused my whole body to sting far worse than it did already.

She lunged forward once more, jutting the pole further into my torso. I desperately reached forward, trying to get to the door. Blood pooling on my eyelashes made it impossible to see properly, the lights still flickering. Sasha grabbed my shoulders, dragging me over to the side of the aquatic bay. With a heave, she shoved me off the edge. I screamed, my whole body stinging. The waves brought less than relief, the burning only worsened. I could feel myself being tossed around by Snapdragons, I breached my head above the water, yelling for help again.

I managed to loosely grab the railing of the edge, heaving myself forward. I yelled in agony again, dragging myself onto the land. Sasha stepped back, her face more concerned than anything. “Please, Sasha, I’m sorry. Please.”

She hovered above me. Her gaze hardened again, before finally turning around, “I’m not.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a needle-like object, dirty and tucked away beside a locker. It looked as if it had been there a while. I snatched it, my vision clear enough to recognize it. A ‘health’ stimulant. I stared up for a while, trying to decide between my options.

I flicked the lid off, desperately stabbing it into my own shoulder several times. It only made me feel more numb. “Don’t leave me here, Sasha. Sasha. Don’t walk away. Please,” I sobbed, trying to reach for the door again slowly. She looked back once more, before walking off into the distance.

FEBUARY 2019

“Harry”

A woman dangled in the air as Harry approached the room. The Dial Ten office was still marked with the events that haunted its past. Torn floorboards, stains the janitors hadn’t found, weaponry torn to shreds. The ceiling was cracked and torn from all angles, as if something had spurted from it long ago. A radio still hissed in the corner of the room.

‘Burn it.’ The words carved into the walls still chilled him. He had seen this room time and time again, making sure nothing reconciled in this graveyard. They’d enclosed it, but all it took was one missed corner for the cycle to begin again. He felt guilty for what became of Xavier. What happened to them afterward? Where had he gone? Did he simply die when it happened? Harry hoped so. Any torment would be better than this.

He approached the incinerator slowly, lifting the large latch off. Small bits of the pile that had last been dumped inside still remained. Harry flicked the machine on again. He would never let this happen again. None of it should remain. The facility never learned its lesson, did it? Time after time, going bigger and better. Mutilating the human body until it was really ‘perfect’. Until it fit what they wanted.

Harry sat down in one of the chairs, breathing deeply. It still hurt to even walk into here. Even all these years, he hadn’t gotten the courage to look inside the old test chamber. He’d tried. A woman he knew tried, both of them did. Worked on everything to try and make things right again. She made herself ‘better’, maybe to get away from this hell. And the project was warped into every other, a horrible repeating cycle.

Over and over.

DEAD BODY SPOTTED.

A sharp red light blared into my face and I sat up quickly. Every movement I took seemed slow, miscalculated. Something small at the other side of the room chirped.

”What happened to you?”

I only blinked, “What?”

The silence was eerie, something robotic faintly whirred as it walked forward, “You look LIKE you got run over with a lawneater.” It was purely still, tilting the tiny head upward, “My VOICEBOX is mildly issued. Please move any complaints away.”

I laid back down, my head still managing to rock back and forth. The walls, the floor, it seemed to change every moment faintly. Everything lacked consistency, except for the thing in front of me. My stomach ached the most. Despite any attempt, I was unable to look downwards, only finding myself jolted back up again. I grabbed the rim of a wall and pulled myself into a corner.

my fingers twitch too much to write

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

“Accident, it was an accident,” he croaked, his neck bent backward, “I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone.” The room was crumbled on most sides, only a large mass emerging from the ceiling. A robotic arm stretched out, grabbing the persons head and lifting them into the air.

As they dangled, a massive limp jolted from the side, impaling them through the skull. It dropped the corpse towards the ground like a plaything, ”I can give LIFE.”

CONTENT WARNING: Descriptions of violence and stupid kids being stupid kids

APRIL 2008

Marlo grabbed the file book, frantically digging through it as the knocking began to accelerate. His radio wasn’t functioning, a sharp blaring sound being the only thing emitting from it. The door fell down. Marlo still dug through the file cabinet. Time. Time was all he needed.

He could hear the sound of a pistol cocked up against his head. Unable to turn around, he only stared forward, trying to get a glimpse of who it was in the glass ahead of him. The only thing he could spot was a red uniform, “I’m sorry, old fuck, you should know it was never anything personal.”

The man kicked the body under the table, tampering with the monitors in the room. He carefully removed the security footage after dismantling the camera within. The vents behind him shook, but he only gestured with his hand, and it stopped.

please don’t let it happen again and again and again and again

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I am blinded by your ignorance

my fingers are twisted and curled

I cough again, leaning against the wall.

Is this what you wanted?

I don’t know what counts.

But I trusted you.

My skin is faintly purple.

I wish I was actually rotting.

you did this to me

is the game over?

can I sleep?

you are twisted.

that’s all I remember.

“What have you done?” Jeffrey’s voice echoed out.

I slowly lowered the gun, staring at the mess below me. The persons face was mutilated, my grey coat stained a darker, far more crude color. Everything was shaking, as if every muscle were tensed. I turned to face him slowly, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

The man only shook his head, stepping forward, “Look at this mess you’ve made.” He grabbed the drenched sheets of paper out of the man’s hand, “You killed them. What have you done?”

I dropped the gun to the floor, shaking my head, my voice shaky, “I didn’t want to die. Please. It was an accident.” It was uncomfortably silent, the dim lighting making it hard to see into Jeffery’s eyes.

“You’ve fucked up. You’ve really screwed yourself over. Could’ve gotten an actual college degree. People ruin their lives doing stuff like this.”

”I’m sorry.”

“Apologies never got me anywhere, you know that? Help me get this ‘thing’ out of here, kid, then we speak.”

I won’t hurt you like he did. I’m not like him. We aren’t the same, I try my best.

ORKITS - A revelation in human recreation.

Findings sent to the facility department of recreation by Marcy Lark and ‘Harry’ Brown.

We, together, would like to introduce a more ethical way of creating original life. Though the method behind the Orkit, affectionately named by me and ‘Harry‘, do still require volunteers, we have managed to introduce healthy products capable of fully functioning without eyes or hinging jaws. Comparably friendly, they are largely based upon large extinct monitor lizards containing genomes from such.

In various tests ran, the following data was recorded;

• Fully capable of direction despite lacking sight

• Large aquatic capabilities

• Sensitive to human touch

• Docile behavior, though upon instigation, may remain aggressive for up to several days.

The full paper can be found on our staff files. We hope to further introduce creatures that can be easy to work with and require little harm to the brave volunteer.

I can make myself NEW.

NOVEMBER 2023

Soot Blackshire

I think things are looking up.

Cole claimed they got a signal. A small one, but regardless, a signal. Maybe they’ll dig us out of here eventually, he told me it takes a while and not to get my hopes up. I’ve been feeling less sick, which means less of Cole dragging me off, which means less boring sitting in a chair having a forced conversation with a stranger. They are huge liars, you know. Claim they won’t say anything and that you can trust them. Ironically, Jeffery was more trustworthy than a medical unit.

When I try to forget, sometimes I think of how much he specifies this is a journal in his entries. It’s kind of funny actually. Reminds me of a book series I used to read in middle school, though it’s getting hard to remember. I’ve been busy. Not work-wise, but I’ve been enjoying time by the aquatic bay. It’s fairly relaxing when the lights are on, sometimes Orkits will eat fruits if you toss some in the water. Cole tells me to keep an eye on the crooked gate. I found something cool, actually!

If you glimpse at the right time, you can see yellow markings reflecting off the water. ‘They’ don’t like fruit, I tried to hurtle some over and immediately ran back for the bunker.

Cole has been ripping out a couple of pages from the journal, he says he doesn’t want me reading some of those entries. I’d glimpsed at them while skimming over the journal, a lot of those had the dates jumbled and seemed plastered into that part. He’s been keeping them in his own backpack, and reads them when I’ve got my head turned. I find it kind of silly, but he says it’s nothing serious.

“I know what you did.”

The words echoed behind me as I walked through the water, the skies hue slowly shifting to a more red color the further I traveled. It was like a swamp, trees and grass obscuring the depth and what laid beyond. Once stagnant moss blew in the wind.

“I know what you did,” I turned around to face the emitter, looking upward. A sparrow perched on a branch. It continued to sing its song, “You know it too.”

The sky grew more red the closer I approached it, “Who are you?”

“I can feel it. I am rotting,” the tiny bird was on a low hanging branch.

The bird was blurry, despite the jutting appearance of the environment around it. As I got closer for a better look, the more disoriented it became. Only one thing remained consistent, it was a Sparrow. That seemed definite in my mind, no matter how much I shifted. An irritating, loud, obnoxious bird. A pest.

I kicked at it, and it fluttered upward, more were in the trees, yet it was the only one chirping, “I am not me.” The tree snapped, yet it remained standing in the air, “You have only yourself to blame.”

The sound of its arm snapping rang through my ears, the man only tilted his head watching it fall to the ground. It cried out, and a second jut to the neck made it still.