Deadly Subconscious

March,20th-2027

Dear me,

Whenever you find this, know that I’m sorry you have to deal with the aftermath of my actions. And please remember I have my reasons….

Sincerely- Subconscious

That’s it, that's all I get to try and figure out how I ended up here. And why I woke up covered in blood, who or what it belongs to, I have no idea—a string of odd occurrences that has been happening for months. I always seem to wake up to the results of whatever chaos I caused, with no recollection of what led me there… Just a letter. Usually signed off by—me? At least that’s what I’ve let myself believe. It’s the only constant in what’s happening, and it's become more comforting to think it’s me than to think of what else could cause something like…

As the scene of crimson blue, and what can only be assumed is, flesh-like textures finally registered, they stood in awe. “ I really overdid it this time.” There they were, standing in the middle of an unfamiliar field surrounded by what was left of….Well, whatever it was, is now nothing more than pools of blue-red thick liquid and what looks like molting muscle mass. “What are these?” A voice interrupted their questioning. “Those are very poorly made grim-copies,” Victoria said, walking out of the shadows. I looked around for the voice. Familiar in a calming but very foreign tone. I turned meeting her eyes, “Grim-copies?... the fuck does that mean!?” Victoria looked down at them, ”Language… what's your name, child?” – “Child?... do I look that small?”

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