FRIDAY
JUNE 3RD, 2011
(Great
Dodongo of the Congo)
6:23
PM
It’s sunny outside.
Not demented.
Red
sky.
Not demented.
Grass outside.
Not dog
guts.
Silence outside.
Not endless barking.
Oh god I’m
getting as far away from this rabbit hole as I can.
6:57
PM
Journal, I don’t like… I don’t like..
I hate
Dogscape.
I always hated the creepypasta; it was the only
creepypasta out there that touched upon every single one of my
goddamn primal fears.
It’s.. fucking.. dogs. Dog. Dogs
everywhere. Nothing but dogs. Not even proper dogs like you
know them. Just.. the whole planet, journal. The whole planet is
dogs. The whole planet is dog flesh, dog skin, dog fur, dog
bones, dog muscle, dog guts, dog eyes, dog mouths, dog tails, and
it’s alive. The whole planet is fucking alive. It
wants you to try to survive. It wants you to try and
fail, so you’ll melt into the fucking writhing mass. So you
will be accepted into the Dogscape.
And the ticks.
Oh
god.
Don’t even mention the ticks.
Just.. just
shut up, kay?
8:12
PM
I don’t know where the fuck I am anymore.
It’s
not beautiful out anymore.
It’s mountainous and rough. It’s
dirty and it’s grey and bland.
Am I still in France?
8:25
PM
Just passed a sign saying, I think, that the Spanish
border is nearby.
God, I fucking hope so.
9:51
PM
I miss Donnie. .__.
Donnie was so pretty, you know?
She was so pretty, so nice. So helpful. And she was a perfect match
for me.
I really liked her, journal. D:
Why does this kind
of thing have to happen? It’s like there is a God, but he
just wants to give me all the worst possible events.
9:53
PM
Lightning.
I wasn’t too far off, was I? >_>
9:57
PM
Rainless lightning, whoo.
10:14
PM
…okay, so I guess it was just that one random lightning
bolt.
And there’s that goddamn cawing again.
10:18
PM
Holy shit, I know the source of the cawing.
There’s
a huge flock of birds flying around these mountains. They’re
causing the cawing.
10:24
PM
…goddamn, the flock’s even bigger than I thought.
And
still, more and more birds enter from all directions.
They’re
forming a giant.. orb. Of swirling birds.
10:31
PM
It’s.. heh, it’s.. pretty big! It’s just getting
bigger and bigger an
GREAT DODONGO OF THE CONGO
THE BIRDS
ARE THE LIGHTNING
They’re flying out of the orb in
groups of hundreds, and at incredibly fast speeds.
The
mini-flocks first form some sort of arm, extending out of the
orb, then it detaches and the birds..
..there’s no easier way
to say it.
They fucking transform into lightning. Just
for a bit. Then when the lightning strikes, they fly away, moving too
fast to be properly recognized. Looks almost like rain.
I’m..
I’m gonna call them Thunderbirds. Like the TV series.
And now
I’m gonna fucking run.
11:00
PM
Okay, I’m hiding behind a street sign. The cawing’s
fading. I don’t think they were even actually trying to attack me.
o_o
It’s like.. it’s like I’m with the bad guys now. And
not the good guys.
Ohhhhh, I don’t want to be with the
bad guys! D: I want to be with Donnie. ._.
11:05
PM
On the upside, that sign said I’m now in Spain.
..so,
uh.. hola, journal.
11:11
PM
I wish I could be with Donnie. Or just.. I dunno. A
girl. I’m so comfortable around girls.
11:58
PM
I don’t intend on sleeping tonight, journal. I plan on
walking all night until I reach Berga.
..so I guess that’s
what I’ll do.
(Attached:
"That
night, I remember the new arrival wishing for something similar
around that time of night. Then she cried herself to sleep and the
Harlequin woke her up again and told her no sleeping allowed before
leaving and locking the door again. Life under her control was
pointless. Sometimes, now that it's over, I feel that the free life
is pointless too. It took my body a long time to get used to sleeping
again, and it took it even longer to get used to.. well, having my
own control. It'd been so long. I feel like I never stopped being a
puppet, just now I'm a puppet without a hand to move it. The clock
reads 11:11. I guess I should make a wish.")
(Attached,
flipped: "I
wish I could find the strings that control me so I'd have something
to hang myself with.")