Damn

Sorry for not updating. I really am. You see, a little after I posted that last post, they decided to turn off our internet. It sucked so much. So Dia, sorry for not contacting you. Internet connection is a BITCH. It really is.

It won't even let me comment on other blogs, or that could be just the browser I am using.

Well, a couple of crazy things had happened. We had to go to another hotel, and it's not for the reasons you think. Um, Nate, he got mad at the manager and he punched the manager in the face. They were having some argument about the payment and such and Nate decided that he had enough, so he punched the manager. (Nate, I love you.) Then he got me and we got the hell out of there.

While I was at that old hotel, I walked around the town for a bit. Crazy shit just happened on one night. Seriously, I happened to see that Rake, some giant floating eye (I could feel it staring into my soul and judging me. For what, I don't know. I mean I stole some candy when I was little, and I'm stealing right now, but it's just food. It's a necessity.), some puppet-girl, and a small bluish boy. I have no idea why they were there in that abandoned warehouse, it was probably a meeting or something, but I got the fuck out of that area.

After that, I really don't know what happened. I was just back at the hotel, watching the television.

I wish I would stop zoning out so much. I also hope that me seeing those creatures won't mean that they're after me. I'm surprised the Rake didn't try to straight out murder me. 

I also wonder why it was looking judging me. It's not like I did anything terrible. I didn't!  Really! I didn't didn't didinl;'t didsn;'t dsoidn;tr do anuythindg bad.

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Another Meeting

 Nate answered the door yesterday. He looked tired. I mean tired. He had bags under his eyes and his gait was wobbly. He was shaking really bad. He said he was sorry for not answering the door but he has been really busy the past few days. I asked him what and he closed the door on my face. I did the only thing I could do. I waited outside until he came out.

He did. After half an hour. “Go home,” he said.

I refused. I had questions. I wanted answers, so I asked him about those creatures.

I'll try to write the conversation to the best of my abilities.

K: “What are they?”

N: “I don't know.”

K: “What can you tell me about them?”

N: “I don't even know what they are. How the hell can I tell you anything?”

K: “Try your best?”

N: “All I know is that there are doors appearing and whenever one opens the door there's this city. This fucking city. How the hell is that even possible? And Des-”

He looked like he was about to say something but he stopped himself. I wonder if something bad happened, so I didn't push it. I can get that information later.

N: “And there's this boy who followed me around, complaining about being cold and singing creepy tunes. Now are you happy with your new information?”

I didn't answer him. To say I was happy would be a lie. To say I was unhappy is another lie.

I just wanted information. That was all that mattered to me. That is all that matters. Information. I like to gather information. No, there are other things that matter. I think.

I know the Archive  has information, but I like other people's ideas?, facts?, whatever, on these creatures.

My life is pretty much mudane compared to the others. I just hope it stays that way.