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The Koitern would not kill any who met his gaze, but none whose gaze he met could kill him.
February 18, 2026 at 1:20 AM
I just *really* don't want customers to have to look at that soulless, gaping grin of yours.
February 18, 2026 at 1:09 AM
(The one who wakes you up, the Housemaiden... What...)
(You can't... Remember... Her name...!!!)
(You can't, you can't, you--)
February 18, 2026 at 12:58 AM
All night, I am hearing, seeing things which are not there. I begin to believe in the impossible presence of ghosts.
February 18, 2026 at 12:47 AM
You can't even *think,* can you?
Everyone's just kind of... *pretending* you're a person.
It's good fun, isn't it?
But look at you...
You're not alive.
What are you DOING here?
WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO FOOL?
February 18, 2026 at 12:38 AM
Ladies and gents, this is the moment you've waited for.
Been searchin' in the dark, your sweat soakin' through the floor.
And buried in your bones, there's an ache that you can't ignore.
Takin' your breath, stealin' your mind.
And all that was real is left behind!
February 18, 2026 at 12:28 AM
'Cause you can do like you do, or you can do like me!
Stay in the cage, or you'll finally take the key!
Oh, damn, suddenly you're free to fly!
It'll take you to the other side!
February 18, 2026 at 12:17 AM
You hear the melody of pulsating flesh.
February 18, 2026 at 12:08 AM
And now, any friendship I could have had with her- June, I think it was-
There's no doubt I wrecked it after all the awful things I said.
After she tried so hard to be my friend.
February 17, 2026 at 11:57 PM
DO YOU LIKE HOW MY FACE DISINTEGRATES INTO CHALK?
February 17, 2026 at 11:48 PM
So, uh, the hell were you two doing?
"O-oh, u-um, n-nothing, Susie!"
"I was... I was just about to go home! U-umm... see you!"
...
Guess she's afraid of me again, huh...
February 17, 2026 at 11:37 PM
It is diary about my hatred of you people!
Im on volume 27!
"Am I in it?"

Yes
February 17, 2026 at 11:26 PM
THE EGGS WILL FILL YOUR VEINS
LET ME EXPLAIN, A SECOND'S PAIN GIVES WAY TO PLEASURES ONLY DREAMED OF

so kiss
ME
February 17, 2026 at 11:14 PM
It's bad, Rosa. You look like Edna from The Incredibles. I'm sorry, don't stab me.
"Sigh. My girlfriend Jocelyn's been practicing a bunch of different hairstyles on me, she's in cosmetology school."
Is she... passing?
"Honestly, I don't know."
February 17, 2026 at 11:00 PM
I'm just a normal person.
February 17, 2026 at 10:53 PM
You are bliss. Joy and understanding everywhere at once. Your soul threatens to fade away. 'I love you.'
You are agony. A numbing arm. A parched throat. An open wound. Your soul forced back into existence. 'I love you.'
February 17, 2026 at 10:42 PM
You hurtle towards the cabin door, but time seems to slow down the closer you get. In a moment, you're halfway there, and in two moments you're halfway there again. Halving the distance and halving the distance until the door feels almost within reach.
February 17, 2026 at 10:30 PM
Chill Haven has set. Starlight floods the landscape with shades of Violet. Mini wonders if G-Ma will miss the sight of Chill Haven more than she'll miss her.
February 17, 2026 at 10:20 PM
Tiny, Shining holes in the sky.
Delicate, perfect emptiness.
Black, growing absences of life.
Cold, swarming death.
And we shall become them.
February 17, 2026 at 10:12 PM
She finds a single hair tie. The detector must've picked up on the metal bond.
"UGHHH."
"Juvie doesn't have enough hair for this..."
"There's nothing on this beach they want and they hate ground-prizes anyway..."
Mini sniffles. She sits down in the sand.
"... And they hate me..."
February 17, 2026 at 10:00 PM
She skewers you.
February 17, 2026 at 9:49 PM
(But still. You're not stupid! You know what this is!)
(This is the "Hero loses faith" act.)
February 17, 2026 at 9:38 PM
Y'know, whenever I see someone like you: weak, small, afraid, and still alive? Well.
Bet a lot of folks died to get you here.
February 17, 2026 at 9:29 PM
Dave...
I lied to the others.
I couldn't bear to tell them.
I'm not gonna be able to join you guys.
February 17, 2026 at 9:17 PM
Miss Otterbourne is right. I love to talk. An audience. I am vain, you see.
I love people to hear me bring the solution to a crime and say "See, how clever is Hercule Poirot."
When all I want now, would give anything for... is one conversation with Bouc.
February 17, 2026 at 9:08 PM