You see 16 can be made from 10 and 6. One of rebirth, and one of well...a rather hellish thing. And so to reach 16 one must persist through it all...to reach a better place.

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Just started outlining the first fight or so. Its pretty cool.

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

Minute 1. The theme song is playing and my daughter is cheering while the characters are laughing. Why? No clue.

Minute 2. The episode title is "All uphill from here!", I have no idea what that means. Currently, the spiky dinosaur is talking to the hippo girl. Things seem fine...for now.

Minute 3. Its happened! What I feared, what I dreaded! The first...fart joke.

Minute 4. The spiky dinosaur keeps farting! My girl laughs and laughs while my mind crumbles!

Minute 5. My prayers for mercy are finally heard, the Hippo Girl has gone to a big apple with a doctor's lab coat...okay that's kinda funny.

Minute 6. No! It can't be! The Hippo Girl and the Doctor have decided to return to the farting spiky dinosaur with their horrid plan! They're going to keep making him fart...until there are no farts left!

Minute 7. An angel holds my hand, her smile giving me brief relief from the never-ending pain that is this...this...show! I whisper into her ears so my daughter can't hear "Please...free me."

Minute 8. The angel has returned to her demonic ways! Without a shred of mercy, she lets go of my hand and says "Sorry hun, it's your day."

Minute 9. The farts keep coming. My daughter's laughter is the only sense of joy I have left to hold onto in this miserable reality.

Minute 10. The spiky dinosaur is finally farting uphill! It must be the end, IT MUST BE!

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Minute 11. Every muscle in my body has seized up, trembling with a pain I've never known! This is a SPECIAL! It goes for 30 minutes!!!

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Minute 30. The...the spiky dinosaur has farted to the moon...in which the alien cheeze donuts used a fart ray to convert all his farts into an omega fart... that would push away the giant meteorite heading towards earth because of how stinky and smelly it was...

This knowledge...this curse...it can not be scraped from my mind. If I gain dementia, if I forget even my own wife or daughter...I'm sure to remember this.

This noise! This all-consuming noise! It's all around us! The puff, the woof, the swoooooOSHAIHAHAAHAHAH!

No more...no more...NO MOOREEEEEE!

Minute 45. My wife let me do butt stuff with her as a reward, I'm okay now.

(They both enjoy butt stuff and peg each other.)

I've laid on my bed and tried to understand what happened for so long. I keep prodding at the memory in search of an answer, but...I never delve into its full extent. I fear if I do it'll swallow me whole, and I'll never be myself again.

From what I can recall the first few minutes were spent in utter confusion. I'd have been less stunned if I woke up on the moon than what was unbuckling before me.

I remember his...her... it's hand. It guided me to my knees. Reassured me that nothing was wrong. That every girl should help her...her...

The final word is deep within the memory. It could be my parents, or siblings, or maybe...you. But...I know I'd need to step into the memory to know for sure. To uncover this shadowy figure. And...and I can't. It'll break me.

And isn't it better this way? To ignore it!? No need for all these talks and fights. We can just go back to normal. When things were okay!

...I've kept trying. Because everyone tells me I should. So I try to think of the date or where I was at or who I think it was but...

But I can't get any of it out! And mom and dad almost always cry because of it. I hate it! I hate this stupid fucking case!

Everyone is pushing it! Everyone wants to convict this person I don't want to remember! And everyone expects me to do it...in those big hallways with dozens of people and...and...

I just...

I just want to feel like myself again, to not feel used and broken.

You understand, don't you?

And...what should I do?

Rachel looked at the screen for what felt like hours. And with a shaky hand, pressed sent.

The final section! (Section.)

It'll be okay, the fire is over. Its the end of that...and this as well.