Your 26, your starting to grow old. And with age the want to have something nice to die with grows.

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

Its so hot where I am currently. It sucks lol. Struggling with writing time and writing speed as well, so yeah still no progress on the outline currently.

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

Today is my temporary birthday until the mission is complete. I decided to start it with the most enjoyable part of any of my days.

School.

Ms.Care (my favorite part of school) was nice as always. And like always she and Susan got into a big fight. Which ended with Susan getting detention and being laughed at by a few of our classmates as she flailed her arms around like a drunk monkey. So the usual.

What was unusual was what happened to my school uniform. The darn thing just vanished right off me! So I got stuck with some oversized hoody. Ugh, I hate it when that happens. And recently it's been happening a LOT!

Though...I guess that's technically a good thing.

Anyway, Susan-

Bang!

My diary shot off my hand and spun half a dozen times before slamming into my trash can. I sighed.

Professional Stranger25: "So...I can't have a diary Mrs.Instakill?"

Instakill?: "Not Mrs, Agent. Agent Instakill."

I turned to face Instakill. Black as the night, bald as the moon, sitting on my window with two guns at hand. Like me, her name was for utility only. Though I figured there were a few Instakill's before her. But I bet they were called something else or kept unnumbered.

After all, If she was...let's say Instakill 5 then everyone would know that 4 others had retired, or died, or gone mad! And that would make Instakill look fallible, mortal even. And then well...she wouldn't be Instakill at all at that point.

But my name? It worked in the opposite way. Its clever effects made me shutter as Instakill raised her gun. Brows furrowed at how long I was taking to answer.

Professional Stranger25: "Sorry...Agent Instakill. I...I thought my request for having a dairy was approved."

Instakill lowered her gun.

Agent Instakill: "Looked at, not approved. The council decided that it would give you too much of an identity."

Professional Stranger25: "Ah...I understand. And my other requests?"

Agent Instakill: "84 rejected, the others are still being inspected."

The infrastructure changes were always the first to be rejected. And Instakill hadn't mentioned anything approved. Which meant my 'home.' wasn't going to get any easier on the eyes any time soon.

I mean, I had a bed and bathroom. But nothing else, and the walls were barely any less white than the labs. I'd hoped I could've dirtied them with my hands...gotten some sort of pattern to look at. But Instakill made sure to repaint it frequently. And with both posters, stamps, arts, pictures, nails, crayons, and more rejected I was starting to run out of ideas on how to lively this place up.

Maybe I could-

Agent Instakill: "Where did you get this?"

Instakill had grabbed and raised my arm without me even noticing. I have no clue how she does that.

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I followed her gaze, and it landed on my pencil.

Professional Stranger25: "Oh uh...Betty let me borrow it in class."

Instakill raised her brows.

Agent Instakill: "To a stranger?"

Professional Stranger25: "She's...she's really nice."

She let go of my hand, and only now did I notice how much my arm hurt. Rubbing the red skin I realized it had been twisted. I looked at Instakill for answers but by then she'd somehow returned to her spot at the window. Now with my torn diary in her hands.

Her fingernails tapped onto the words 'Susan' and 'Ms.Care' in my diary.

Agent Instakill: "Don't make it a habit of keeping track of names. We don't know when you'll need to be clueless or not. Got it?"

I nodded.

Agent Instakill: "Good."

Unceremoniously Instakill tossed my diary out of the window. I winced as I waited for it to-

BAM!

... There goes another dream.

Agent Instakill: "Pencil. Now."

I tried to let go. I really did. But I just couldn't manage it. Even with Instakill's barrel pressing against the top of my head.

Agent Instakill: "So, is this the part where I kill you and am assigned to Professional Stranger26? All because of a...pencil?"

Professional Stranger25: "It's... it's my birthday. I-"

Agent Instakill: "You don't have a birthday! If any of you make it you'll have no temporal beginning or end. What you think is your birthday is nothing more than a temporary illusion! Or-"

The barrel pressed into my skin.

Agent Instakill: "Proof that you failed."

I closed my eyes, knowing that at any moment she'd shoot.

Agent Instakill: "...Your really doing this. Getting yourself killed over a pencil?"

Professional Stranger25: "I...I just...no one came to my party. And t-this is the first thing anyone's given me! I just...I just want to have something. p-Please! Please let me keep this! I want it, I want it so bad!"

I knew it was dumb. I'd seen all the other kids with way cooler stuff. And I wouldn't even be able to enjoy it if I died! But...but I really really wanted it! I want it! I want it! I WANT IT!

I want...to have something...anything.

I heard an animal-like groan, then felt the barrel slide off my head. I opened my eyes and spotted a magazine on my lap. My pencil was gone.

Agent Instakill: "Fine. You can have that. But we can't have you with the possessions of others. Risks creating a long-term connection. That magazine doesn't come from anyone though...no human at least."

My eyes widened as I flipped over and felt out the magazine's texture. No, MY magazine's texture. My very own!

I jumped for joy, not caring at how much my bed creaked or the sad look Instakill was giving me.

Oh, right! I'd forgotten the most important thing.

Gently placing the magazine on my bed I laid my hands on my legs and bent my back as much as I could.

Professional Stranger25: "t-Thank you very much!"

That's how the characters in Betty's cartoons did it, so I figured it was the proper way to show gratitude. Instakill scoffed though, did I do it wrong.

Agent Instakill: "Don't be foolish. I didn't do this out of any sort of kindness. You've just been lucky enough to survive longer than most. And wasting such an opportunity for the mission's success would doom us all."

Instakill's eyes were as narrowed as knives.

Agent Instakill: "The Fear Demon's duct tape seal is loosening as we speak. In fact... it's already begun moving its pawns."

Instakill looked south, to the forest. Her fingers rested on both her weapon's triggers.

Agent Instakill: "If you leave while I'm gone the government will find you, and we will kill you. Understood?"

I nodded while holding the magazine tightly to my chest. For a mere moment, the light finally touched Instakill's eyes as she looked at me.

Agent Instakill: "Today marks you as the only 'stranger' who has lived for 13 years. If you must have something, have that, pride in surviving."

Before I could say a single thing, Instakill vanished from sight.

...

But...knowing I wasn't just Professional Stranger25...but also the Stranger who'd lived the longest...it did make me feel a bit proud.

I leaned on my hard pillow, using the moon's light to see the images in the magazine.

It was porn. She gave me porn.

...

After reading half a dozen pages I realized I liked porn quite a bit.

It was a good gift. My first and perhaps only birthday gift.

The final section! (Section.)

The end of a chapter with a totally not mass murderer.