Fortifications Under a Barren Sentiment

There comes a time when it's too silly, or simple, or formulaic to just drive carefully through the confines of a narrow perspective.

So-so-sew much changes when there's another present self rumbling past idiosyncrasies.

This is why we can't be nice things.

-----Subject details a series of non-events in the personal landscape of a psychotic episode wherein images, lies, and confusion blur into a cacophony of experiential doubt.---

So one day you're driving down the road carrying a mad smile and a an exogenic migraine sensation that you're just not FUCKING having. Can't be helped, you reach up and remove it, the energetic form of it, like a thorn in your head. But you can't just remove it because it'll come right back, so you transform it into a mental image of a Paradox Spirit of rust moving 'backwards' through the rear-view mirror saying your name. And you forget about it.

And then one night much later, though perhaps in the exact spot you imagined it into being, it shows up.

-----Subject has no appreciation for subtlety. Or patience. -----

That kind of thing just doesn't happen. But neither do you usually see a Gray working as low-key security/authentication device at the local Walmart.

That was the same day all the people you follow on twitter for the humor seemed to be talking deep-covert sense instead of making bad jokes.

-----Subject seems aloof when not directly examining mental distortions. Recommend a full and thorough debriefing at the earliest possible opportunity.-----


Don't gather lotus on Wednesdays. Someone get this fool less coffee.

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The First Challenge

Following the first death (editor's note: death, lowercase: total loss of consciousness following an incident), something went terribly wrong with Child's life. Memories were lifted and shifted, some things happened before they should have, some things happened long after the cause. Child couldn't laugh so much no more. Child couldn't talk so well no more. Child couldn't understand so much the other people no more. No one cept the Mother. Some things happened. Father kicked the screen door in one night. Child thought it was heard that evening layin in bed, but Mother told him of it later. Not long then, Mother took Child to another place. A different place. Didn't feel too bad, but didn't feel too great neither.

Child didn't want to sleep in by self, couldn't explain the terror commin that night. Begged and pleaded to the Mother, but in the end, Child was left to abide. Something was commin. Something Child never knew before. Child didn't sleep normal no more. Was the first time Child felt an Other in the Dream. Might have been the first time Child dreamed. Couldn't remember. Didn't want to remember after.

Child felt himself being moved. Child felt the body sliding along the conveyer belt, a demonic machine with blades and grinders but... smooth and silent, no sound, but Child could feel it's vibration. Child could see The Marionettes come to the side. One Pink in the foreground, one Blue in the background. Blue slowly withdrew from sight. Child couldn't always see'm, they didn't move like people move. But Child felt them. Felt the left side and guts been torn and twisted, cut open and sewn back together wrong. Everything was wrong now. Child screamed and screamed but no words came out. Not till they's done. Then the scream came out, child woke in a panic'd sweat. Tears pouring from the floodgates. Mother came, held, and rocked together with Child, "Shhh, shhh, don't cry. Twas but a dream, child. Twas but a dream. And dreams ain't real." she implored. "But, but, but.." "They're not REAL, child. Come on. Come on. Calm down. Go back to sleep." "But what if...?" Mother rounded the corner, Child heard: "GO. TO. SLEEP."

More nightmares. In the dream Child tried to escape to the Aunt-Cousin's house, but the Mare paralyzed 'm, movement slowed, and struggling in an invisible cage, the Mare had it's fun. Got its fill, and left him back in the bed to scream some more. "GO! TOO! SLEEP!" from the other room, the room of the Mother and MOTHER. The Child was balling. Child couldn't understand. But Child obeyed, cause child was good. So the child ran and ran, back in the dreaming, this time didn't make it that far, just down to the living room, round'n the corner Child saw the MOTHER, sittin' knees folded underneath. Child groveled and begged at the knees of the MOTHER. "Please, please protect me mother. It can't get me when you're around!" MOTHER said 'Come, child. Know I won't always be around to protect you..' more words fade into a surrussus as she floated away faster than Mother ever did.

Soon as MOTHER was gone, BAM! Mare got Child right in the head, left side. Never saw it, but in the mind's eye Mare did it with a giant mallet. As the warm blood pooled under the head and around the cheek, they cackled with glee. Child stared with wide open eyes out the windows of the atrium, out into the bright daylight. Child was in the shadows though. Child knew they won't to be seen in the light.

Child woke again, shaking, scared, confused. Mother sighed as she ambled down the hallway to the threshold of the room. "Child, Go the fuck to sleep."

Child slept. Slept in peace this time, not for long though. And not very often. And not very well most ways.

To Be Continued