Journal entry 1
My name is Mattias, just a normal villager of a shitty kingdom in a pretty normal world. If you are delusional enough or blind and deaf and paralyzed, in fact, just have every disorder you will be good.
So, apparently this is where humans go to die Or maybe not die I don't know. Honestly, I'm still trying to figure out if "horrors" is the polite term for whatever it is that keeps showing up and murdering everyone I know. They came into existence at the same time as mana, whatever the scholars would call it if they hadn't all already been eaten. Big, terrible, unknowable, and evil, that's what they are. And I apparently am next I know not a good way to go out .
Why do they exist? Does anyone know? Do they care about me? Will I die a virgin? Did I feed my sheep today? I don't don't think I ate my lunch today? Anyways I Definitely Do I care about them Well… I'd rather not be sliced into ribbons, so yes in a very personal way.
Speaking of ribbons: today I was stabbed. By some weirdo in white. Looked very clean. Smelled like silk. Tried to smile at me, too. I mean, really, who does that? I was like, "Well, this is it. Goodbye, cruel world. throught I'd at least get a girlfriend before dying ."
But then… there it was a horror. Doing the same thing I was: running, screaming internally, trying to survive. Except that girlfriend part don't even think they can do that can they is that how it works do they horror mum and Dad? Anyways unlike me, it wasn't screaming about me it was screaming about everything. Or maybe nothing. Whatever it was, I had a feeling it understood the rules better than I did.
So, naturally, I accepted my fate, closed my eyes, and waited to die. But nothing happened. The horror was just looking at me like a confused person, and then it spoke as any person would. I was dying in embarrassment and waited to bleed to death. After what felt like forever, the wound stopped bleeding.
The horror then, like a normal person, asked if I was okay. And, of course, I was I just got stabbed and run to a demon-lookalike. "Hey, my day is going great." (I was not okay—shocker I know) The horror then laughed and started walking away so I asked it politely WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING? It then gently punched me and told me to keep quiet (I was bleeding from the mouth).
As the horror and I discussed things like adults (I bit its tail and wasn't letting go) we agreed that it would help me if I became, in its words, "a slave that will do my bidding." Naturally, I told it I would rather die. Turns out, it was dying too, as it needed a proxy to continue existing in the normal world, and it didn't want to go back.
So, as any human would I used the fact that it needed help and I needed help, and I proposed that we go 50/50. It laughed at me. I told it we would both die. It realized this started crying, and then accepted that its only way to live was to help the poor dying guy. Then it entered me. (Sounds wrong I know.) Well, it entered my body and into my soul, as it said it was damaged and needed to get fixed. Apparently, the weirdo from earlier didn't just stab me, but also my soul.
After that, I was taken to what I can only call Hell, but that's a story for another time See you next time.