Well. Guess the plan to hang out with other humans is capoot.

My stomach’s full. I don’t like it. I want to throw up.

But is that going to change anything? No. No it won’t.

So I’ll just keep on keeping on like I always have. Well, preferably far away from other people. I don’t want to do that again.

Where’s Rocinante again? I don’t remember where he went. I don’t remember much of anything except, well, yeah.

Oh. There he is. I found him.

He’s in my stomach too.

…

I’m alone again. Alone with the red.

Suppose I’ll just go back home. Mom’s there. Even though I hate that spiteful little black hag, two’s a company partner. Two’s a company. Who knows? Maybe she’ll have learned to be a less black-hearted pile of sludge when I get back. Ya never know.

One-two. Up the ladder. Three-four. Through the manhole.

Hm? All the red people left. That’s weird. Did something shoo them away?

There’s something fluttering above me. It sounds weird… almost like some kinda goofy sparkle sparkle you would see in the ol’ Disney cartoons. Hehe, it’s a funny sound. Twinkletwinkletwinkletwinkle.

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Except the thing making that sound isn’t funny at all. Or pretty. Or even purdy. It’s a purple dove. Now that’s a color you don’t see often. Heck, that’s a color I’ve never even seen before! Wow, so that’s what purple looks like huh? It’s kinda majestic in a way—

𝕳𝖔𝖜 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘, 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗?

Huh? Who’s the mama? I don’t remember ever giving birth to a feathery big bundle of flesh like you. I’m not even old enough to be a mother!

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖘. 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖍. 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗.

Well, I don’t remember ever doing something like that! What are you even here for, anyway?

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍. 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖞. 𝕳𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖋𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑.

Who are you even talking about—

Oh. Him. Well, if you can even call that a him. The thing is more like an it if you ask me. A big, nasty, disgusting It.

𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗…

I don’t want to see it. It’s responsible for this whole mess in the first place. That thing can rot in Gehenna for all I care. Now shoo.

𝕴𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖍? 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊. 𝕺𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖘. 𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓. 𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙: 𝕺𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖜.

Hah. Persistent little bugger, are you?

But… I guess you’re right. My madness is starting to fade anyway. It’s about time I get a new dose.

Fine, lead the way chirpy. Once I get what I want, I’m leaving for good.