I... Am sore. Clean, but sore. And rather pleased to be using tiny font again. Seriously, just zoom if you can't read this small.
I'm alright. To put it briefly (longer version later) I ended up coming home the evening of my birthday. Heard a lot of racket, so I ran to the back of the property, grabbing an axe along the way. Found some woman standing about, Mr. Sunshine was unconscious and my doppelganger was... Just shredded open, her entire torso exposed and rearranged. I pretty much mauled the woman, and we tumbled around till I pinned her, axe raised and about to cleave her head in two. Well... That's one way to make first impressions in the flesh, eh Mystery?
So I hobbled around and we secured Mr. Sunshine, dragged off the body to deal with and yea. Mystery is staying at our super cereal new clubhouse with Mr. Sunshine and I'm changing the bandages on my injuries. Makeup isn't going to cover up all this shit, so... I'm at least happy my mess of a hair can block my face and neck enough, and it's not unusual for my family to see me like such. No idea how to explain the leg, but I can straighten up and tough it out the brief moments I pass by them. Least, I hope.
Anyways, we're safe, if not a bit sore and uneasy in the mind. I think with Mystery present I can feel a bit less stressed. Here's to hoping.
Have to figure out what to do with Mr. Sunshine too. After what the Executor dragged out of my mind I just don't know. I'm not going to kill him. I think I'm understanding now why he was that way before. I may not remember him yet, but I know enough to not abandon him. I'll bring the heart rocks he left tomorrow, and hopefully then I can get some answers. This guy... He's not some man tearing people apart. I think-I think he's still a kid, innocent inside, just grown and corrupted by Him. I spent a bit of my time just watching him sleep, without the hood, without the double masks. It's not ok.
I've been thinking about it since I left.
I'm going to protect him or die trying.
I won't fail you again.
Going to fix up some shit... I took the mask the Executor made for me. That he used on me. I keep looking at it, staring into the empty eyes. What he has done will not go without punishment. I have positioned myself on this side, to help those that need it. It does not mean I cannot, or will not bend my methods. Executor, we both have seen what this one is capable of doing, do not think I won't just because of the side I am upon. This goes for the Advocate too. Prosper, I know you're still nearby also, so this goes to you also.
I was tempted to encourage Victor, not that he would need it. Believe me though, I was tempted. I just felt that trash like you wasn't all that good for anyone. Still, I am glad he is safe, even if you are still alive.
Everyone, thank you for the support. I read over the things said... Especially when I sat down to read what the Executor posted. My honor is weird and minor, but I can honestly say I an honored to have you guys at my side.
Mystery, I am glad you are alright. And... I'm not apologizing about the whole "nearly cleaved my axe into your face" thing. Feh. You are comfy to sit on, though. Ha!
I need to start doing some catch up work, though. I'll be around for a short bit and all if you need me here or on Youtube.
Stay safe, dears,