I Think She'll Know

I still can't find her, and neither can I.  I'm still looking, though.


I love her.  I hope, through the weird teasing and stuff I did on these blogs, you people know that.  I love Jeanette.


I love Alison and Tara to, but, like, family, you know?  I wanted to be with Jeanette.  Wanted to be hers.


It...it's come for me, again.  It's sending more people...more things after me.  I don't know what I should do.  I don't know what I can do.  There used to be no blood on my hands.  I was the innocent one.  I talked a  big game of not being innocent, but I was.  The way it mattered.


Some would say it doesn't matter if a proxy dies, but I don't know.  I don't know how this thing is using them.  Maybe it's forcing them.  Maybe they don't get a say.


I don't know what it is.  What it looks like, how it acts.  Why it doesn't just come and take me like it did the others.  Maybe it's better I don't know.  Maybe that's what keeps me safe.


Anyway, I'm on the road.


There's a place on the East Coast that girls and boys have started getting flowers at.  And then...do I really need to explain the rest, at this point?  I'm headed there.


Jeanette and Alison aren't here.  Not even Tara.


If no one else is gonna hunt Ol' Smiley, guess it's gotta be me.

Less BS

My name is Alice Mason.  You might also know me as Chelsea Balisong.


I am all that's left.  I don't know what happened to anyone else.


All I know is that that stupid fucking boy shot himself in the head.  Or something.  I'm pretty sure he's dead.


Regardless, something came out of him.


And then everything went black, and when I came to, I was alone, in our hideout, with a tape that had that initial transcript on it.


People have come after me since.  I've been killing them.  I think they're proxies but, in my state, they could be police or girl scouts for all I know.


I haven't been able to find anyone.  There's been no fucking sign.  I'm alone, and there's something else out there now.  I think it's hunting me.  I think it has them.  Or maybe Smiley does.  Or one of the other couple dozen collect-em-all monsters of the week that are out there, somewhere.  I've honestly lost track on how boned we all are.  With so many monsters, you'd think someone would notice all the bodies, or people disappearing, or some fucking thing.


It's amazing Cracked.com doesn't have a list, top five people mysteriously killed by mysterious evil.

chimera

I am completely, 100% sane.

hydra

I still have trouble figuring out how it came to all of this.


Everything was going so well.


And now, we're all fucked.


Everything's gone wrong.


We lost.


Game over, man.  Game over.


I don't know where anyone is.  I'm all alone now, and I'm lost.


I miss them.  I wish they'd come back.  I wish I could find them.


But I can't.  They're gone.


They're not here, and I am alone.

janus

Unknown Male 1: Okay, open and clear!

Unknown Male 1: No contacts, sir.

Unknown Male 1: Sir!

Unknown Female 1: Sir? I think I found someone. Female.

Unknown Female 1: Ma’am?

Unknown Female 1: Would you like me to check, ma’am?

Unknown Female 1: No, ma’am. Just unconscious. I’ve tried to wake her, but...

Unknown Male 1: We have contact again, sir.

Unknown Male 1: There are two of them, ma’am.

Unknown Male 2: What are we supposed to do, open their fucking eyelids?

Unknown Male 1: One of them has an eyepatch, sir.

Unknown Male 1: Dark hair--

Unknown Male 1: Let me get a light on--

Unknown Male 2: What...what is that...

Unknown Female 1: Oh...oh god...I...I thought....

Unknown Male 3: Sir? Ma’am? We’ve lost contact. With...with everyone. Can you advise?

Unknown Male 3: Sir, please advise.

Unknown Male 3: Fuck this. We’re initiating evac. I want everyone out of this shithole ten seconds ago.

Unknown Female 2: Sir!

Unknown Male 3: Wait, hold on. Isn’t that...

Unknown Female 2: What...what happened to him?

Unknown Male 3: I’m not sticking--

And the rest is silence.

And in case you didn't realize it, I am not Jeanette.

steal flamingos and gnomes

from the dark side of the lawn

and we give them good homes

this is not an important post

q k4 > q qn2 > q qb

But chess code aside, I've found some....weird fucking things.

For one? I have no fucking clue when Smiley was locked away.

Seriously. Now that I'm actually looking for it? I can't find a single fucking place where its spree was interrupted. It wasn't as active as it is now...maybe it's stretching its fucking murder muscles, no fucking idea...but yeah. When did it get locked up? How or why?

Not finding a whole lotta first-hand accounts, but the signs are there if you know where to look--and trust me, by now, I better fucking know where to look.

Maybe it takes its vacation in teenagers' heads? Fucked if I know. I'll keep looking.

Meanwhile, the terrible fucking plan? It's actually working.

I know, I'm fucking shocked too.

But the way I see it, mission fucking accomplished in just a couple days.

they only want you when you're seventeen

when you're twenty one, you're no fun.

This is not an important post.