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Day 1: Well, I might as well keep a journal as long as I'm stuck here. The name's Daniel Morton, and I'm a proud pure-blooded human and Society member, with no Pokégirl genetics in my family line at all. I was on an investigation mission in the Sydney Silent Zone, looking for potential resources when my team was attacked by... I don't know what it was, but it was big, it looked like Typhonna and it... it...
I can't even begin to describe what it did to my friends without throwing up. Suffice to say, they're dead, I'm not, and now I'm lost in the damn Sydney Silent Zone. I found this blank journal in the building I hid in while that shadow Typhonna thing was being horrible to my friends. I figured, hey, why not? If I get out, I can turn this into a book. If not... well, at least I'll leave some proof I was here.
Day 2: Woke up, looked around. Turns out my shelter is actually someone's house that they used to live in. The food in the fridge is still good and there's power for cooking. (I'm trying not to think about what magic is preserving the power and the food. I have no idea how long any of this has actually been here.)
Found a little music box in what I guess was the bedroom of a child. Played a cute little tune when I wound it. Nothing much of interest in the town, barring the fact that the previous owner had a plasma rifle. I think I lucked out on this one, 'cause ammo for my other guns is probably going to be pretty scarce, and run out quickly. Still, no reason to look good fortune in the mouth.
I scouted the area a little, staying out of full view of the windows. I think I had wandered into one of Sydney's suburbs when the Typhonna thing showed up. With luck, I'll be able to find more equipment and set up a perimeter before more of those monsters show up.
Day 3: The weirdest thing happened, but it's a good weird. I saw my first monsters other than a Typhonna thing, these weird, warped little kids that sorta jerked around as they walked down the street. The thing was, I didn't hear them at first. The music box I found started playing on its own, playing its cute little tune off-key.
I hid as they passed by, making sure all the doors were locked. They didn't seem to notice me, and they went off on their own.
That little music box... I think it's gonna save my ass more than once while I'm here.
Day 4: Saw a couple more of those monster kids again, as well as a pack of these weird skinless dog things wandering around. The music box played a different tune for them. I'm gonna have to memorize what the tunes mean, but I want to live through this. I'll deal with it.
I checked through the house again, and found, to my dismay, that there were no medical supplies. That just ain't gonna work for me, no sir. Fortunately, I saw that there was a hospital just a few blocks away, near the road leading to the main city.
Had to kill a couple of those weird kid things along the way. One of them yelled, letting out this horrible shriek that's gonna haunt me tonight, and it called some of those dog things. Fortunately, the fuckers can't climb. I got up a light pole onto a roof and picked them all off. Had to use the last of my assault rifle ammo, though.
Looking back, I feel stupid about it. I have the plasma rifle, I should have used that. I ended up having to ditch my assault rifle. I'll save the last rounds in my sidearms for emergencies.
Got to the hospital all right. There was this weird, creepy atmosphere throughout the place, though, like I was being watched constantly. A couple times I got so nervous that I ended up wasting a full plasma rifle clip shooting in a panic at something I thought was behind me.
I could swear I heard a voice each time, though. Brr.
Encountered something new, my music box playing this weird off-key tune that sounded vaguely porno-ish. There were these... female things. They were dressed in these... I guess you could call them slutty parodies of a nurse costume, and were actually kinda hot, except that from the nose up their heads were covered by this weird tumorous growth. They were all holding scalpels, syringes, and bonesaws, and kinda just wandering around. I avoided them as best I could, managing to collect some healing potions and first aid kits. Got back to the house with no incident, although I still swear I could hear someone following me.
I hate this place.
Day 5: Heard a knocking on the door of the bedroom I was sleeping in. Got to the door, but nothing was there. I tried to get to the door again, but this time there was a pounding at the door, like someone was trying to break it down. I hid behind the bed, aiming my rifle at the door, but the pounding just stopped suddenly.
I slowly went to the door, and looked outside. Nothing.
I checked all over the house twice over, and there was no sign that anyone had broken in. All of my doors were still locked, the barricades I had set up were still in place.
I didn't feel safe anymore, though. I packed up what supplies I could, using a backpack I found inside the child's bedroom, and left. Maybe there'll be something better in the city.
Day 6: Saw another survivor from my unit coming out of a sewer. I tried to get to him, but he was dragged back into the darkness by... something. I looked down, saw the creature staring up at me from the darkness where it was messily eating his corpse. It grinned at me.
Must find flashlight.
I saw a couple more of those female things, except they were dressed as cops. And one of them was heavily pregnant. I don't like to think about what things like that were knocked up with. I found out WHAT knocked them up quite quickly, though.
It looked like a very handsome man, just with horns, a tail, and bat wings. It was forcing itself on one of those female things. (I think it was forcing itself, anyway. The female things seem to just moan instead of actually talk.) When it was done, the female thing's belly started to swell. It backed off, and I saw the male thing had two dicks.
I snuck up behind it while it was rutting with the female thing and shot it point blank in the back with the plasma rifle just as it pulled out of her. Vaporized the male thing's chest, killed it instantly. Shot the female thing in the belly and head, too.
It's strangely unsatisfying to kill the female things. Maybe because of what I saw happening to it...
Day 7: I saw something very disturbing today.
I got into the city well enough, got some food out of a grocery store. (How the hell is the food staying fresh?) My music box warning system started playing the tune of the skinless dog things, but it soon after went into another tune that sounded hauntingly like the Purification Society's anthem.
This huge tiger thing showed up with the skinless dogs, as if it was leading them. It sniffed the air, as if it were looking for something, and then it's head split open, it's head FUCKING SPLIT OPEN, revealing a human head inside of it.
And then it called out for me by name.
The things in this city know my goddamn NAME!!!
I got out of there as quietly and quickly as I could. I didn't want to be there any longer. But as I ran, I heard an air raid siren going off. All around me, the place seemed to rot. Food that wasn't in my pack became moldy and disgusting. Clean floors became filthy and covered in blood. Plain wood became metal grating. And I could swear I heard the split face monster laughing...
I need to find a way out of this place, before I go insane or something kills me.
I can't even begin to describe what it did to my friends without throwing up. Suffice to say, they're dead, I'm not, and now I'm lost in the damn Sydney Silent Zone. I found this blank journal in the building I hid in while that shadow Typhonna thing was being horrible to my friends. I figured, hey, why not? If I get out, I can turn this into a book. If not... well, at least I'll leave some proof I was here.
Day 2: Woke up, looked around. Turns out my shelter is actually someone's house that they used to live in. The food in the fridge is still good and there's power for cooking. (I'm trying not to think about what magic is preserving the power and the food. I have no idea how long any of this has actually been here.)
Found a little music box in what I guess was the bedroom of a child. Played a cute little tune when I wound it. Nothing much of interest in the town, barring the fact that the previous owner had a plasma rifle. I think I lucked out on this one, 'cause ammo for my other guns is probably going to be pretty scarce, and run out quickly. Still, no reason to look good fortune in the mouth.
I scouted the area a little, staying out of full view of the windows. I think I had wandered into one of Sydney's suburbs when the Typhonna thing showed up. With luck, I'll be able to find more equipment and set up a perimeter before more of those monsters show up.
Day 3: The weirdest thing happened, but it's a good weird. I saw my first monsters other than a Typhonna thing, these weird, warped little kids that sorta jerked around as they walked down the street. The thing was, I didn't hear them at first. The music box I found started playing on its own, playing its cute little tune off-key.
I hid as they passed by, making sure all the doors were locked. They didn't seem to notice me, and they went off on their own.
That little music box... I think it's gonna save my ass more than once while I'm here.
Day 4: Saw a couple more of those monster kids again, as well as a pack of these weird skinless dog things wandering around. The music box played a different tune for them. I'm gonna have to memorize what the tunes mean, but I want to live through this. I'll deal with it.
I checked through the house again, and found, to my dismay, that there were no medical supplies. That just ain't gonna work for me, no sir. Fortunately, I saw that there was a hospital just a few blocks away, near the road leading to the main city.
Had to kill a couple of those weird kid things along the way. One of them yelled, letting out this horrible shriek that's gonna haunt me tonight, and it called some of those dog things. Fortunately, the fuckers can't climb. I got up a light pole onto a roof and picked them all off. Had to use the last of my assault rifle ammo, though.
Looking back, I feel stupid about it. I have the plasma rifle, I should have used that. I ended up having to ditch my assault rifle. I'll save the last rounds in my sidearms for emergencies.
Got to the hospital all right. There was this weird, creepy atmosphere throughout the place, though, like I was being watched constantly. A couple times I got so nervous that I ended up wasting a full plasma rifle clip shooting in a panic at something I thought was behind me.
I could swear I heard a voice each time, though. Brr.
Encountered something new, my music box playing this weird off-key tune that sounded vaguely porno-ish. There were these... female things. They were dressed in these... I guess you could call them slutty parodies of a nurse costume, and were actually kinda hot, except that from the nose up their heads were covered by this weird tumorous growth. They were all holding scalpels, syringes, and bonesaws, and kinda just wandering around. I avoided them as best I could, managing to collect some healing potions and first aid kits. Got back to the house with no incident, although I still swear I could hear someone following me.
I hate this place.
Day 5: Heard a knocking on the door of the bedroom I was sleeping in. Got to the door, but nothing was there. I tried to get to the door again, but this time there was a pounding at the door, like someone was trying to break it down. I hid behind the bed, aiming my rifle at the door, but the pounding just stopped suddenly.
I slowly went to the door, and looked outside. Nothing.
I checked all over the house twice over, and there was no sign that anyone had broken in. All of my doors were still locked, the barricades I had set up were still in place.
I didn't feel safe anymore, though. I packed up what supplies I could, using a backpack I found inside the child's bedroom, and left. Maybe there'll be something better in the city.
Day 6: Saw another survivor from my unit coming out of a sewer. I tried to get to him, but he was dragged back into the darkness by... something. I looked down, saw the creature staring up at me from the darkness where it was messily eating his corpse. It grinned at me.
Must find flashlight.
I saw a couple more of those female things, except they were dressed as cops. And one of them was heavily pregnant. I don't like to think about what things like that were knocked up with. I found out WHAT knocked them up quite quickly, though.
It looked like a very handsome man, just with horns, a tail, and bat wings. It was forcing itself on one of those female things. (I think it was forcing itself, anyway. The female things seem to just moan instead of actually talk.) When it was done, the female thing's belly started to swell. It backed off, and I saw the male thing had two dicks.
I snuck up behind it while it was rutting with the female thing and shot it point blank in the back with the plasma rifle just as it pulled out of her. Vaporized the male thing's chest, killed it instantly. Shot the female thing in the belly and head, too.
It's strangely unsatisfying to kill the female things. Maybe because of what I saw happening to it...
Day 7: I saw something very disturbing today.
I got into the city well enough, got some food out of a grocery store. (How the hell is the food staying fresh?) My music box warning system started playing the tune of the skinless dog things, but it soon after went into another tune that sounded hauntingly like the Purification Society's anthem.
This huge tiger thing showed up with the skinless dogs, as if it was leading them. It sniffed the air, as if it were looking for something, and then it's head split open, it's head FUCKING SPLIT OPEN, revealing a human head inside of it.
And then it called out for me by name.
The things in this city know my goddamn NAME!!!
I got out of there as quietly and quickly as I could. I didn't want to be there any longer. But as I ran, I heard an air raid siren going off. All around me, the place seemed to rot. Food that wasn't in my pack became moldy and disgusting. Clean floors became filthy and covered in blood. Plain wood became metal grating. And I could swear I heard the split face monster laughing...
I need to find a way out of this place, before I go insane or something kills me.
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Day 8: Found what I guess were lust dust grenades in the back of a tavern. Didn't really know how effective they'd be. Decided to keep them anyway, see if I could get the monsters to hump each other while I got away.
Everything just looks so wrong. There's blood and rust everywhere, and I keep hearing this horrible screaming in the back of my head. I... I joined the Purification Society because I thought that they were meant to keep humanity pure. But to know that they did this?
I don't even know what to think.
All the monsters are more aggressive, too. And it's like they're actively hunting for me.
I am SO GRATEFUL for the plasma rifle. I panicked and used up all my remaining bullets killing a couple of those male rapey monsters. Without the plasma rifle I would have been helpless against the skinless dogs and the split face monster that came later.
The air raid siren went off again, and the darkness, blood, and rust went away, turning back into the creepy mist world it was earlier. Thank the Gods.
Day 9: Made my way further into the city. Passed by a schoolhouse where a bunch of those creepy monster children were. There were also this plastic snake monster things that were tending to them, herding them around. I could have sworn I saw the plastic stapled to the human parts, but I was too frightened to get closer to see.
I saw another member of my unit wander into the schoolyard. I wanted to call out a warning to him, but it was too late. One of the creepy kids noticed him and screamed, drawing the attention of the plastic snake things. They... they started shedding plastic from their arms, which wrapped around him and started suffocating him.
I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I feel so damn helpless in this place. There's a feeling of oppression everywhere, making it difficult to breath at times.
I want to go home.
Day 10: Found a flashlight, thankfully, and some batteries. It was from the corpse of a Tamer who had a shatterwand with him. I took the shatterwand, too. I get the feeling you can never have enough weapons in this place. It still had some charge left, so that's something I guess.
Found a note on the guy's... well, what was left of his head, anyway, after he used the shatterwand on himself. It was a suicide note. He had apparently lost his entire harem to something he called a 'belly spider.' The note said that they 'belonged' to it now.
I may not like Tamers for polluting their bodies with Pokégirls rather than real, normal human women, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. Maybe... maybe if I find his harem I can mercy-kill them for him. Something about the way the note was phrased made me think his girls were currently suffering from a fate worse than death.
Nobody deserves to be trapped by this place.
Not even a Pokégirl.
Day 11: Found out what happened to the Tamer's harem a LEETLE too quickly for my taste.
I was making my way towards a grocery store when I first noticed it. The 'belly spider.' It had mechanical legs and a human female torso, sporting a massive belly that was bulging like it had six full-sized people in it. I tried tracking up, but I lost it quickly. It hadn't lost me, however.
I didn't even hear it coming. I got a warning tune from my music box, but it was so damn FAST. It grabbed me from above and started to stuff me head first up its cunt, saying stuff like 'mommy's here' and 'everything's going to be all right, my baby.'
Yeah, no.
Fortunately for me, the barrel of my plasma rifle also got stuffed in with me. I shoved it in further, putting the dynamo over my head, and started pulling the trigger desperately, emptying the 'clip' entirely. Thankfully, it was enough, and it caused the thing to let me go. It tried to run away, its stomach smoldering, but I quickly recharged the rifle and fired after it again, focusing on its head and chest. The bitch's belly tore open as it died, revealing six of what I guess were Pokégirls. Their skin (and in some cases, fur) had become gray and rotted-looking, like the female monsters I had seen randomly wandering around town. I had killed two of them inside the belly, and the others...
...the last four just seemed lost. The belly spider had did something to them, and they literally couldn't function without her. They just kept shaking the belly spider's body, trying to get her to wake up, whimpering pitifully. It was so sad, so pathetic, that I think even the most vicious hardliners in the Society would feel bad for them. I know I did...
I used the shatterwand to kill them, destroying their heads. Not exactly painless (sonic pulses HURT), but it was quick.
Why do I get the feeling those aren't the last mercy kills I'm gonna have to make before this is all over?
Day 12: Got ambushed by one of those female things, one dressed as a cop. She cornered me and tried to beat me to death with her nightstick, but I got that away from her. Not before she knocked away my shatterwand and plasma rifle, though. She tried to go for her gun, and I managed to hold her off.
...I don't know why I did it. Panic, I guess. I grabbed one of the Lust Dust grenades and tried to deck her with it, but I guess I accidentally triggered it. It went off in both our faces and we went from trying to kill each other to fucking like mad.
I feel disgusting. I actually did a 'Taming.' It doesn't matter that I couldn't help myself at the time, I just violated every precept of the Purification Society by fucking a nonhuman.
...Fuck, it doesn't matter. I'll deal with it later. Right now, I have to think about survival, and I think I gained an ally.
Something about fucking the female cop thing has made her become very affectionate. When one of those child monsters came up to me and tried to attack, she beat it to death and then acted concerned about me. She'll also do anything sexual I ask, too, including oral sex, anal, whatever.
It feels... weird.
I think I'll call her Donna.
Day 13: I'm starting to like Donna. She's very protective, and helped me get away when we came across one of those split-faced monsters and a pack of the skinless dogs again.
Plus, despite how creepy she is, and the fact that she can't talk outside of moaning, she's actually kinda hot. Pretty good figure, plus will spread her legs or suck me off whenever I ask her to. Is this what it's like owning a Pokégirl?
Eh, I don't know. I just know that Donna's been very useful to me.
And I may be imagining things, but it seems that she legitimately likes me, too.
All right, stop. Let's be realistic about this, Daniel. You don't know if you can take her out with your or not. Plus, there's the Society to consider. They'll want her dead. And you.
...So, yeah.
I think I'll keep her a secret from the Society for now. Keep the journal to myself. But I think they'd understand, right? Making an ally of a monster here so I can... y'know, live?
Day 14: Made our way further into the city. Passed a park where these giant doll things were 'playing' with a captured survivor from my group. And by playing, I mean batting him around like a cat with a mouse, pulling out his organs and using them as hats...
Y'know, kid stuff.
Hopefully the dripping sarcasm from that last sentence won't ruin the pages of this thing, heh.
Still, it's somewhat disheartening to see. Members of my group actually did survive the shadow Typhonna, only now they're just getting picked off one-by-one.
The siren went off again, and Donna became very nervous. As the world around us dissolved to rust and blood, she began herding me towards a building, becoming more and more scared the longer the siren went on. She forced me inside this old building, I guess it was a bank, and boy I'm glad she did now.
I saw a couple Pokégirls, one this cat thing with calico fur, the other a human-type swordswoman, I guess, running from this massive creature. It looked like a man, but it was huge, its feet warped and stumplike, a massive, pyramid-like helmet around its head. It was dragging around a massive hammer, everything it hit crumbling underneath it, and was covered in these horrible human-faced cockroaches.
It had taken a lot of damage, but I could tell that the girls were on their last legs. And I... I helped them.
The Purification Society is gonna have my head. But damn it, I want to LIVE. I fired my plasma rifle at the thing, and the bug things tried to swarm me as it focused on the two Pokégirls. Donna kept the bugs off me as I focused on fighting the big guy.
It went down, but not before killing the swordswoman. I honestly think the big guy would have killed me if it weren't on its last legs. That thing, battle damaged as it was, took fifteen full clips before falling, as well as the attacks of the two Pokégirls.
The calico catgirl seemed very glad to see me. I explained who I was and who I worked for, and her face fell a little, but she still seemed willing to travel with me.
And I quote: “You're a guy, you're real, and you've got a big gun. I'll take it.”
And yes, I Tamed her. It's just a temporary measure. Really.
I'm not collecting a harem, I just need allies, and Pokégirls make good ones for survival. I'd be alone in this place otherwise.
This is gonna take a LOT of explaining to the Purification Society. First one of the monsters in this place, and now a Pokégirl? An ENEMY?!
What the hell's the matter with me?
Everything just looks so wrong. There's blood and rust everywhere, and I keep hearing this horrible screaming in the back of my head. I... I joined the Purification Society because I thought that they were meant to keep humanity pure. But to know that they did this?
I don't even know what to think.
All the monsters are more aggressive, too. And it's like they're actively hunting for me.
I am SO GRATEFUL for the plasma rifle. I panicked and used up all my remaining bullets killing a couple of those male rapey monsters. Without the plasma rifle I would have been helpless against the skinless dogs and the split face monster that came later.
The air raid siren went off again, and the darkness, blood, and rust went away, turning back into the creepy mist world it was earlier. Thank the Gods.
Day 9: Made my way further into the city. Passed by a schoolhouse where a bunch of those creepy monster children were. There were also this plastic snake monster things that were tending to them, herding them around. I could have sworn I saw the plastic stapled to the human parts, but I was too frightened to get closer to see.
I saw another member of my unit wander into the schoolyard. I wanted to call out a warning to him, but it was too late. One of the creepy kids noticed him and screamed, drawing the attention of the plastic snake things. They... they started shedding plastic from their arms, which wrapped around him and started suffocating him.
I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I feel so damn helpless in this place. There's a feeling of oppression everywhere, making it difficult to breath at times.
I want to go home.
Day 10: Found a flashlight, thankfully, and some batteries. It was from the corpse of a Tamer who had a shatterwand with him. I took the shatterwand, too. I get the feeling you can never have enough weapons in this place. It still had some charge left, so that's something I guess.
Found a note on the guy's... well, what was left of his head, anyway, after he used the shatterwand on himself. It was a suicide note. He had apparently lost his entire harem to something he called a 'belly spider.' The note said that they 'belonged' to it now.
I may not like Tamers for polluting their bodies with Pokégirls rather than real, normal human women, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. Maybe... maybe if I find his harem I can mercy-kill them for him. Something about the way the note was phrased made me think his girls were currently suffering from a fate worse than death.
Nobody deserves to be trapped by this place.
Not even a Pokégirl.
Day 11: Found out what happened to the Tamer's harem a LEETLE too quickly for my taste.
I was making my way towards a grocery store when I first noticed it. The 'belly spider.' It had mechanical legs and a human female torso, sporting a massive belly that was bulging like it had six full-sized people in it. I tried tracking up, but I lost it quickly. It hadn't lost me, however.
I didn't even hear it coming. I got a warning tune from my music box, but it was so damn FAST. It grabbed me from above and started to stuff me head first up its cunt, saying stuff like 'mommy's here' and 'everything's going to be all right, my baby.'
Yeah, no.
Fortunately for me, the barrel of my plasma rifle also got stuffed in with me. I shoved it in further, putting the dynamo over my head, and started pulling the trigger desperately, emptying the 'clip' entirely. Thankfully, it was enough, and it caused the thing to let me go. It tried to run away, its stomach smoldering, but I quickly recharged the rifle and fired after it again, focusing on its head and chest. The bitch's belly tore open as it died, revealing six of what I guess were Pokégirls. Their skin (and in some cases, fur) had become gray and rotted-looking, like the female monsters I had seen randomly wandering around town. I had killed two of them inside the belly, and the others...
...the last four just seemed lost. The belly spider had did something to them, and they literally couldn't function without her. They just kept shaking the belly spider's body, trying to get her to wake up, whimpering pitifully. It was so sad, so pathetic, that I think even the most vicious hardliners in the Society would feel bad for them. I know I did...
I used the shatterwand to kill them, destroying their heads. Not exactly painless (sonic pulses HURT), but it was quick.
Why do I get the feeling those aren't the last mercy kills I'm gonna have to make before this is all over?
Day 12: Got ambushed by one of those female things, one dressed as a cop. She cornered me and tried to beat me to death with her nightstick, but I got that away from her. Not before she knocked away my shatterwand and plasma rifle, though. She tried to go for her gun, and I managed to hold her off.
...I don't know why I did it. Panic, I guess. I grabbed one of the Lust Dust grenades and tried to deck her with it, but I guess I accidentally triggered it. It went off in both our faces and we went from trying to kill each other to fucking like mad.
I feel disgusting. I actually did a 'Taming.' It doesn't matter that I couldn't help myself at the time, I just violated every precept of the Purification Society by fucking a nonhuman.
...Fuck, it doesn't matter. I'll deal with it later. Right now, I have to think about survival, and I think I gained an ally.
Something about fucking the female cop thing has made her become very affectionate. When one of those child monsters came up to me and tried to attack, she beat it to death and then acted concerned about me. She'll also do anything sexual I ask, too, including oral sex, anal, whatever.
It feels... weird.
I think I'll call her Donna.
Day 13: I'm starting to like Donna. She's very protective, and helped me get away when we came across one of those split-faced monsters and a pack of the skinless dogs again.
Plus, despite how creepy she is, and the fact that she can't talk outside of moaning, she's actually kinda hot. Pretty good figure, plus will spread her legs or suck me off whenever I ask her to. Is this what it's like owning a Pokégirl?
Eh, I don't know. I just know that Donna's been very useful to me.
And I may be imagining things, but it seems that she legitimately likes me, too.
All right, stop. Let's be realistic about this, Daniel. You don't know if you can take her out with your or not. Plus, there's the Society to consider. They'll want her dead. And you.
...So, yeah.
I think I'll keep her a secret from the Society for now. Keep the journal to myself. But I think they'd understand, right? Making an ally of a monster here so I can... y'know, live?
Day 14: Made our way further into the city. Passed a park where these giant doll things were 'playing' with a captured survivor from my group. And by playing, I mean batting him around like a cat with a mouse, pulling out his organs and using them as hats...
Y'know, kid stuff.
Hopefully the dripping sarcasm from that last sentence won't ruin the pages of this thing, heh.
Still, it's somewhat disheartening to see. Members of my group actually did survive the shadow Typhonna, only now they're just getting picked off one-by-one.
The siren went off again, and Donna became very nervous. As the world around us dissolved to rust and blood, she began herding me towards a building, becoming more and more scared the longer the siren went on. She forced me inside this old building, I guess it was a bank, and boy I'm glad she did now.
I saw a couple Pokégirls, one this cat thing with calico fur, the other a human-type swordswoman, I guess, running from this massive creature. It looked like a man, but it was huge, its feet warped and stumplike, a massive, pyramid-like helmet around its head. It was dragging around a massive hammer, everything it hit crumbling underneath it, and was covered in these horrible human-faced cockroaches.
It had taken a lot of damage, but I could tell that the girls were on their last legs. And I... I helped them.
The Purification Society is gonna have my head. But damn it, I want to LIVE. I fired my plasma rifle at the thing, and the bug things tried to swarm me as it focused on the two Pokégirls. Donna kept the bugs off me as I focused on fighting the big guy.
It went down, but not before killing the swordswoman. I honestly think the big guy would have killed me if it weren't on its last legs. That thing, battle damaged as it was, took fifteen full clips before falling, as well as the attacks of the two Pokégirls.
The calico catgirl seemed very glad to see me. I explained who I was and who I worked for, and her face fell a little, but she still seemed willing to travel with me.
And I quote: “You're a guy, you're real, and you've got a big gun. I'll take it.”
And yes, I Tamed her. It's just a temporary measure. Really.
I'm not collecting a harem, I just need allies, and Pokégirls make good ones for survival. I'd be alone in this place otherwise.
This is gonna take a LOT of explaining to the Purification Society. First one of the monsters in this place, and now a Pokégirl? An ENEMY?!
What the hell's the matter with me?
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Day 15: The Calico's name is Kendra Daniels. She's friendly enough, although the fact that I'm Purification Society has her acting somewhat standoffish.
Fine by me. The only reason I'm letting her travel with me is that I want to find a way out of this place alive, and having a Pokégirl increases my chances. As much as I hate it, I need both her and Donna right now.
Donna tried to attack her at first, but backed off when I told her to. She seemed very tense, although she relaxed a little when the siren went off once more and Creepy Bloody Insanity Land turned back into just Absurdly Creepy Land.
...Still, it's odd. It's easier with Donna. She's a monster from this place, and is pretty much a pet I can fuck. But Kendra seems... intelligent. She can keep up a conversation with me, is actually kind of funny. She told me about her family in the Independent Colony she lived in, about the college she was attending, her part-time job at a restaurant, some of the men that came to visit their primarily cat-type colony...
This isn't what I was taught by the Society.
Pokégirls are supposed to be inhuman. But Kendra... She talks and acts like a human woman. And the Independent Colonies... We were always told that they were places of debauchery and filth, immoral, inhuman acts taking place daily.
It sounds like a normal town, just full of women that need to have sex every so often. I didn't know that they had colleges, restaurants...
I'm understandably confused.
Got jumped by some demonic clown thing today. Kendra managed to kill it, and Donna helped us get away. Had Donna give me oral sex once we got to safety. I needed the chance to relax, and wasn't quite ready to try it with Kendra again.
I'm honestly surprised I'm still able to get it up in this place.
Day 16: Kendra and I talked a little today. The place we hid out in was fairly well supplied and had good high ground vantage points to observe potential threats. I'm really starting to like her, I think. And more and more just talking to her is making what the Society has taught me seem...
...I don't know, really. It's so confusing. I've grown up with this knowledge, these truths. But just being with Kendra is challenging everything I know.
We need to get out of here. I can't deal with this while we're inside this Hell the Society made.
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The Purification Society made this place. My people, humanity's defenders, made this Hell.
Fuck.
Day 17: Well, after yesterday's little personal revelation, I'm now undergoing the pleasant process of questioning everything I've ever known. NOT FUN.
I really wish Kendra wouldn't smile so damn much when I bring it up. Yeah, I realize it's amusing for a Pokégirl to see one of the 'terrorists' questioning themselves, but it isn't for me! At least Donna's not rubbing it in, so that's something at least.
Bah.
...We really do need to get out of here. A clown monster was right on top of Kendra as I woke up. The doors were all still barricaded and the windows were still locked and blocked off, so Donna couldn't have let it in. I distracted it with my plasma rifle long enough for Kendra and Donna to kill it, and we fled the area. As we left the room, we saw someone entering an elevator.
Like an idiot, I wanted to go too. Donna tried to stop me, but I ran for it. The door opened again, and I saw the survivor getting strangled by electrical wires from the ceiling, a doll monster in the elevator with him. The elevator door closed as the doll monster started to skin him...
I don't like this place. I really don't.
Kendra seemed visibly shaken by seeing it. I can't blame her, and she didn't want to talk about it later. We took the stairs to get out of the building, which were shaking and laughing at the three of us the entire time.
Day 18: Managed to get to safety. Kendra and I talked, and we definitely are going to try and find a way to get out of here. Maybe we can get to the harbor, get out that way? There have to be boats still. And from studies published about this creepy place, I know there are definitive borders you can cross to get out of the Silent Zone.
...This is going to sound strange, but I'm starting to become really fond of Donna. I hope we can take her with us when we leave, but I kinda doubt it.
We met one of the male rapey monsters on the way to our new safehouse, but Kendra smashed it in the crotch with the shatterwand, revving the thing up to full power.
...Its balls blew up.
Just... ow.
I could swear Donna was laughing.
Anyway, after disposing of the creature's body, we managed to get to our safehouse and fortify it. And... well, maybe it's just this place making me desperate for company, but I found myself starting to become aroused by being around Kendra.
It's not that she's not lovely. She's got a great figure, and is in good shape. She's got a nice, soft ass and plush breasts, and I'm not as put off by the fur, ears and tail as I thought it would be. She's more animalistic in appearance than some of her breed, which I'm told happens with animal-type Pokégirls, but still, there's this basic underlying humanity about her that makes the cat features just... window dressing.
Am I falling for her? I'm not sure...
She's become oddly clingy ever since the elevator.
Day 19: ...So I had sex with Kendra again. And Donna. And then I had them make out a little, give me a show.
This... this is kinda fun! I think... yeah, I think I'm gonna want to become a Tamer after this is over and we get out of here. I've only been an active member of the Society for a few months. I was assigned as a guard to a local official in the pureblood colonies, and hadn't ever killed anyone or anything.
And the only thing I knew of Pokégirls is what I was told by my parents and other colony elders. Meeting Kendra? Turned all of that to bullshit.
I'll turn in what I know to Down Under League authorities, try and get my license. I really think it'll do a lot of the people in my pureblood colony good to actually meet a Pokégirl.
Met no monsters and didn't have anything creepy happen today, so the three of us were able to relax and enjoy each other's company in the safehouse. Made love to my girls a few more times...
...did I just write 'my girls?' Oh geez, I really am starting to think like a Tamer.
The weirdest thing, though. Donna's belly was starting to swell out. ...Did I get her pregnant? Can that actually happen to creatures in this weird pocket dimension?
Day 20: Met someone new today. He seemed normal enough, but like Donna before I tamed her, he triggered a musical warning from the music box. He also had a bunch of the female monsters with him. He called himself the Scientist, and was glad to see me, glad to see someone truly alive and sane in this place.
He gave me information on the monsters I had seen. Apparently, Donna is something called a Fel Maiden, and yes, I did get her pregnant. With a Dread Child, one of those kid monsters I had seen from time to time, which I'd have to kill shortly after it was born, as they don't acknowledge their fathers and are born full-size.
...That sucks.
He also told me that I couldn't take Donna out with me, that she was a part of this place as much as he was.
That sucks even more. I've gotten very fond of Donna by this point, and don't want to lose her. I think Kendra was starting to like her too. Donna didn't seem to show any reaction when I told her she wouldn't be able to come with us, so I don't know how she feels on this, if she can feel anything on it at all.
He also gave me a warning that I was approaching the lair of a powerful creature, and to be careful. He turned to leave, but he and his girls suddenly ran back inside, telling us to hide. We all did so, and BOY HOWDY am I glad we did. A Shadow Typhonna tromped by. It stopped RIGHT IN FRONT of our safehouse for a few minutes. I couldn't see its face, only its feet, but it was among the most nerve-wracking minutes of my life. I was so afraid it would rip the roof off and find us...
It's said that Typhonna is the only thing the Legendaries truly feared, the only thing they have nightmares about.
GEE I WONDER WHY.
The Typhonna thing moved on, thank every God and Goddess that has ever been worshipped by man, and the Scientist left again, apologizing for the trouble. He and his collection of Fel Maidens all left, leaving just Kendra, Donna, and I.
We REALLY have to get out of here.
I have this weird sense of dread about tomorrow. It took me a minute to realize why, but when I did...
On the seventh day of the past two weeks, the siren went off, and something horrible happened.
Shit...
Day 21: Didn't get much sleep. Too worried about 'Siren Day.'
I was very right to worry.
We left the safehouse, and approached the train tracks. I figured that we could probably follow them down to the harbor. We began walking down the tracks, encountering only some Husk Hounds and Dread Children. As we got to the next station, though, we had to jump off the tracks quickly, as a train was coming.
...Damn us all, we forgot the Scientist's warning, and we got onto the train when it stopped.
We didn't realize our mistake until after Kendra noticed that we had passed the harbor station without stopping or slowing down. And then the siren went off, the train turning into a rusty, bloody nightmare. It was only then that I remembered the Scientist's warning about the Conductor.
The Conductor was apparently a ghost of a heroic man who tried to help Pokégirls and their families and Tamers escape the slaughter the Purification Society was bringing down upon the place (As if I needed another reason to abandon the organization.) He had been captured and tortured, dragged along his own train tracks by his own train until his body fell apart. Since then he had been haunting the train tracks in both Sydney and, if the reports were true, Novosibirsk.
And like fools, the three of us had blundered right into his lair.
We weren't far from the conductor's car, thankfully, so we started to make our way towards it. Fel Maidens and these new creatures called Bimorphas, which looked like a man and woman nailed together with the man's arms mutated into clubs, appeared to attack us, but with my rifle and shatterwand, Donna's gun, and Kendra's powers, we managed to get through them and get to the car without taking too much damage.
It was when we tried to fight the Conductor that everything went bad.
For one thing, he was strong. His body had train parts wielded to it, so when he punched, it was with a metal armored fist. Plus, he could breath fire, making a train whistle sound each time. He kept driving us back, pushing us away from his car.
And then...
Donna grabbed me and kissed me passionately. I didn't realize until later that it was a goodbye kiss.
She grabbed the shatterwand and charged the Conductor as he was breathing fire. She didn't seem to notice the pain from the flames that engulfed her and burned away her flesh, and jammed the shatterwand right into the Conductor's mouth and turned it on to full. The Conductor tried to pull it out, but Donna pushed the wand in further, tackling him and pushing him back into the engine room. We heard the distinctive sound of a head exploding, the train slowing down as the one commanding it died...
...and Donna came out, covered in burns from head to toe, the shatterwand broken from overuse, a smile on her face. I went to her, catching her as she collapsed. All either of us could do was watch her die. I was out of medical supplies and Kendra didn't have healing powers, so we couldn't save the one who saved us.
Was it because she had come to love me? Was it because she was the ghost of a cop, as her outfit suggested? I don't know. But this Fel Maiden had sacrificed herself for me.
Me, a member of the group responsible for making the Sydney Silent Zone.
I've never hated myself more than I did when I saw Donna die in my arms...
Fine by me. The only reason I'm letting her travel with me is that I want to find a way out of this place alive, and having a Pokégirl increases my chances. As much as I hate it, I need both her and Donna right now.
Donna tried to attack her at first, but backed off when I told her to. She seemed very tense, although she relaxed a little when the siren went off once more and Creepy Bloody Insanity Land turned back into just Absurdly Creepy Land.
...Still, it's odd. It's easier with Donna. She's a monster from this place, and is pretty much a pet I can fuck. But Kendra seems... intelligent. She can keep up a conversation with me, is actually kind of funny. She told me about her family in the Independent Colony she lived in, about the college she was attending, her part-time job at a restaurant, some of the men that came to visit their primarily cat-type colony...
This isn't what I was taught by the Society.
Pokégirls are supposed to be inhuman. But Kendra... She talks and acts like a human woman. And the Independent Colonies... We were always told that they were places of debauchery and filth, immoral, inhuman acts taking place daily.
It sounds like a normal town, just full of women that need to have sex every so often. I didn't know that they had colleges, restaurants...
I'm understandably confused.
Got jumped by some demonic clown thing today. Kendra managed to kill it, and Donna helped us get away. Had Donna give me oral sex once we got to safety. I needed the chance to relax, and wasn't quite ready to try it with Kendra again.
I'm honestly surprised I'm still able to get it up in this place.
Day 16: Kendra and I talked a little today. The place we hid out in was fairly well supplied and had good high ground vantage points to observe potential threats. I'm really starting to like her, I think. And more and more just talking to her is making what the Society has taught me seem...
...I don't know, really. It's so confusing. I've grown up with this knowledge, these truths. But just being with Kendra is challenging everything I know.
We need to get out of here. I can't deal with this while we're inside this Hell the Society made.
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The Purification Society made this place. My people, humanity's defenders, made this Hell.
Fuck.
Day 17: Well, after yesterday's little personal revelation, I'm now undergoing the pleasant process of questioning everything I've ever known. NOT FUN.
I really wish Kendra wouldn't smile so damn much when I bring it up. Yeah, I realize it's amusing for a Pokégirl to see one of the 'terrorists' questioning themselves, but it isn't for me! At least Donna's not rubbing it in, so that's something at least.
Bah.
...We really do need to get out of here. A clown monster was right on top of Kendra as I woke up. The doors were all still barricaded and the windows were still locked and blocked off, so Donna couldn't have let it in. I distracted it with my plasma rifle long enough for Kendra and Donna to kill it, and we fled the area. As we left the room, we saw someone entering an elevator.
Like an idiot, I wanted to go too. Donna tried to stop me, but I ran for it. The door opened again, and I saw the survivor getting strangled by electrical wires from the ceiling, a doll monster in the elevator with him. The elevator door closed as the doll monster started to skin him...
I don't like this place. I really don't.
Kendra seemed visibly shaken by seeing it. I can't blame her, and she didn't want to talk about it later. We took the stairs to get out of the building, which were shaking and laughing at the three of us the entire time.
Day 18: Managed to get to safety. Kendra and I talked, and we definitely are going to try and find a way to get out of here. Maybe we can get to the harbor, get out that way? There have to be boats still. And from studies published about this creepy place, I know there are definitive borders you can cross to get out of the Silent Zone.
...This is going to sound strange, but I'm starting to become really fond of Donna. I hope we can take her with us when we leave, but I kinda doubt it.
We met one of the male rapey monsters on the way to our new safehouse, but Kendra smashed it in the crotch with the shatterwand, revving the thing up to full power.
...Its balls blew up.
Just... ow.
I could swear Donna was laughing.
Anyway, after disposing of the creature's body, we managed to get to our safehouse and fortify it. And... well, maybe it's just this place making me desperate for company, but I found myself starting to become aroused by being around Kendra.
It's not that she's not lovely. She's got a great figure, and is in good shape. She's got a nice, soft ass and plush breasts, and I'm not as put off by the fur, ears and tail as I thought it would be. She's more animalistic in appearance than some of her breed, which I'm told happens with animal-type Pokégirls, but still, there's this basic underlying humanity about her that makes the cat features just... window dressing.
Am I falling for her? I'm not sure...
She's become oddly clingy ever since the elevator.
Day 19: ...So I had sex with Kendra again. And Donna. And then I had them make out a little, give me a show.
This... this is kinda fun! I think... yeah, I think I'm gonna want to become a Tamer after this is over and we get out of here. I've only been an active member of the Society for a few months. I was assigned as a guard to a local official in the pureblood colonies, and hadn't ever killed anyone or anything.
And the only thing I knew of Pokégirls is what I was told by my parents and other colony elders. Meeting Kendra? Turned all of that to bullshit.
I'll turn in what I know to Down Under League authorities, try and get my license. I really think it'll do a lot of the people in my pureblood colony good to actually meet a Pokégirl.
Met no monsters and didn't have anything creepy happen today, so the three of us were able to relax and enjoy each other's company in the safehouse. Made love to my girls a few more times...
...did I just write 'my girls?' Oh geez, I really am starting to think like a Tamer.
The weirdest thing, though. Donna's belly was starting to swell out. ...Did I get her pregnant? Can that actually happen to creatures in this weird pocket dimension?
Day 20: Met someone new today. He seemed normal enough, but like Donna before I tamed her, he triggered a musical warning from the music box. He also had a bunch of the female monsters with him. He called himself the Scientist, and was glad to see me, glad to see someone truly alive and sane in this place.
He gave me information on the monsters I had seen. Apparently, Donna is something called a Fel Maiden, and yes, I did get her pregnant. With a Dread Child, one of those kid monsters I had seen from time to time, which I'd have to kill shortly after it was born, as they don't acknowledge their fathers and are born full-size.
...That sucks.
He also told me that I couldn't take Donna out with me, that she was a part of this place as much as he was.
That sucks even more. I've gotten very fond of Donna by this point, and don't want to lose her. I think Kendra was starting to like her too. Donna didn't seem to show any reaction when I told her she wouldn't be able to come with us, so I don't know how she feels on this, if she can feel anything on it at all.
He also gave me a warning that I was approaching the lair of a powerful creature, and to be careful. He turned to leave, but he and his girls suddenly ran back inside, telling us to hide. We all did so, and BOY HOWDY am I glad we did. A Shadow Typhonna tromped by. It stopped RIGHT IN FRONT of our safehouse for a few minutes. I couldn't see its face, only its feet, but it was among the most nerve-wracking minutes of my life. I was so afraid it would rip the roof off and find us...
It's said that Typhonna is the only thing the Legendaries truly feared, the only thing they have nightmares about.
GEE I WONDER WHY.
The Typhonna thing moved on, thank every God and Goddess that has ever been worshipped by man, and the Scientist left again, apologizing for the trouble. He and his collection of Fel Maidens all left, leaving just Kendra, Donna, and I.
We REALLY have to get out of here.
I have this weird sense of dread about tomorrow. It took me a minute to realize why, but when I did...
On the seventh day of the past two weeks, the siren went off, and something horrible happened.
Shit...
Day 21: Didn't get much sleep. Too worried about 'Siren Day.'
I was very right to worry.
We left the safehouse, and approached the train tracks. I figured that we could probably follow them down to the harbor. We began walking down the tracks, encountering only some Husk Hounds and Dread Children. As we got to the next station, though, we had to jump off the tracks quickly, as a train was coming.
...Damn us all, we forgot the Scientist's warning, and we got onto the train when it stopped.
We didn't realize our mistake until after Kendra noticed that we had passed the harbor station without stopping or slowing down. And then the siren went off, the train turning into a rusty, bloody nightmare. It was only then that I remembered the Scientist's warning about the Conductor.
The Conductor was apparently a ghost of a heroic man who tried to help Pokégirls and their families and Tamers escape the slaughter the Purification Society was bringing down upon the place (As if I needed another reason to abandon the organization.) He had been captured and tortured, dragged along his own train tracks by his own train until his body fell apart. Since then he had been haunting the train tracks in both Sydney and, if the reports were true, Novosibirsk.
And like fools, the three of us had blundered right into his lair.
We weren't far from the conductor's car, thankfully, so we started to make our way towards it. Fel Maidens and these new creatures called Bimorphas, which looked like a man and woman nailed together with the man's arms mutated into clubs, appeared to attack us, but with my rifle and shatterwand, Donna's gun, and Kendra's powers, we managed to get through them and get to the car without taking too much damage.
It was when we tried to fight the Conductor that everything went bad.
For one thing, he was strong. His body had train parts wielded to it, so when he punched, it was with a metal armored fist. Plus, he could breath fire, making a train whistle sound each time. He kept driving us back, pushing us away from his car.
And then...
Donna grabbed me and kissed me passionately. I didn't realize until later that it was a goodbye kiss.
She grabbed the shatterwand and charged the Conductor as he was breathing fire. She didn't seem to notice the pain from the flames that engulfed her and burned away her flesh, and jammed the shatterwand right into the Conductor's mouth and turned it on to full. The Conductor tried to pull it out, but Donna pushed the wand in further, tackling him and pushing him back into the engine room. We heard the distinctive sound of a head exploding, the train slowing down as the one commanding it died...
...and Donna came out, covered in burns from head to toe, the shatterwand broken from overuse, a smile on her face. I went to her, catching her as she collapsed. All either of us could do was watch her die. I was out of medical supplies and Kendra didn't have healing powers, so we couldn't save the one who saved us.
Was it because she had come to love me? Was it because she was the ghost of a cop, as her outfit suggested? I don't know. But this Fel Maiden had sacrificed herself for me.
Me, a member of the group responsible for making the Sydney Silent Zone.
I've never hated myself more than I did when I saw Donna die in my arms...
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Day 22: ...I still can't believe it. I know that Donna was just a ghost that was a part of this place, but... I'd grown to like her. And that kiss...
I hate this place. I want to go home.
We got out when the train stopped yesterday and walked to the nearest station, heading down just long enough to bury Donna's body in the grassy field around the station, leaving the remains of the shatterwand stuck in the ground as a marker. We were on the other side of the city, far from the harbor. We ended up just sleeping in the station, and thankfully nothing bothered us. Kendra refused to be more than a few feet away from me, and when we weren't traveling, spent her time clinging to me.
Can't blame her, didn't want to stop her. It was... comforting. Comforting to have her around, to have someone real to cling to.
I don't think I can kill Fel Maidens anymore.
Day 23: Siren went off yesterday and turned everything back to normal, just like always. Forgot to mention that yesterday. Found a new safehouse in a convenience store, stocked up on food and medical supplies.
Some Fel Maidens wandered by, all dressed like mail carriers. We stayed out of their way. One of them got grabbed by an Amnion, one of those belly spiders, but we were too far away to do anything about it. A Dollface, one of the doll monsters I mentioned before, got into the store, but Kendra managed to kill it.
Damn things are creepy. They never stop giggling, even as they're being beaten to death by a pissed-off Calico.
We made love in the back room. I think... Maybe it's just this place making me hungry for companionship, but I really think I'm starting to fall for her. If nothing else, I don't know what I'd do without her.
Day 24: OKAY. Not staying in apartment buildings any longer than necessary. Too many doors for spirits to knock on, mirrors for faces to appear in, other cliché jump scare horror shit.
Having to hide from a Punisher didn't help. Especially when a voice started whispering in our ears, asking if this was really that safe a place to hide.
Going a day without sleep in this place doesn't hurt, right? Heheh...
Yeah. I don't say it nearly enough, but I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE.
Day 25: ...Very bizarre thing happened today. Kendra and I managed to get a little sleep, but when we woke up, we found ourselves surrounded by ten of every monster we had encountered up to this point, save for Punishers, the Conductor, Shadow Typhonnas, the Scientist, and whatever it was that lurked in the total shadows. Really glad none of any of those were there, in hindsight.
I thought they were going to kill us, but they just... stared at us. They just stared at us intently, as if we were the most interesting thing in the world. We tried to run, but they just followed us, keeping pace with us, keeping up their intense stares, dodging whatever attacks we threw at them or pulling their fellow monsters out of the way.
We got out of the apartment, with all of them still staring at us. I don't know who broke first, me or Kendra, but we ended up screaming at them, begging them to leave us alone, demanding to know what they wanted.
And then, one by one, each monster began to smile.
It was one of the most terrifying things I had ever seen.
I blinked... and they all disappeared, replaced by a Shadow Typhonna. I screamed, falling over and blinking again.
The Shadow Typhonna was gone. But the creature's laughter was echoing over the entire Silent Zone for hours.
Is this what my ancestors heard during the Titan War? That horrible, horrible laughter?
Day 26: Getting close to Siren Day, and Kendra's getting nervous. She's become clingier than usual, very protective, practically slaughtering any monster that comes near that she's able to. My music box barely has a chance to go off before she's killing them or dragging me to safety.
She hesitates when she sees a Fel Maiden dressed as a cop and drags me off instead of killing me, even though she outmatches them greatly.
I wish she'd tell me what's wrong, but she refuses to.
Day 27: Found a church today. Used to be Catholic, from the looks of it. We saw some new monsters, Burning Maidens, I think they were called. These nuns that were on fire constantly. They got twitchy when we got close, and I thought they were going to attack.
Fortunately, this time I remembered the damn warning about the monster. I assured them we meant no harm, and the Burning Maidens let us go inside to rest.
Nothing else interesting happened, save for the fact that I just realized I've been here for almost a month. I've survived in this hell for almost a month.
Maybe Kendra and I can get out of here.
Day 28: Siren Day. Our weekly trip into the creepy part of Hell. And one of the worst parts about it was the waiting for it. Although honestly, compared to what happened at the end, the waiting was almost pleasant...
For a while it seemed that nothing would happen. And then we passed the prison.
We remembered what the Scientist told us about that particular prison. About how its warden was subjected to especially cruel tortures for trying to hide families inside the prison, the warden becoming an especially powerful ghost called the Imprisoned One.
We had absolutely no intention of going inside the prison. Really, we didn't.
But then we saw a damn Punisher coming in every direction, swarms of their fucking human-faced cockroaches swirling about their legs. We had no choice but to go into the Imprisoned One's prison.
As soon as we went into the main building, the door slammed shut behind us and locked.
And then the siren went off.
The already grim, grimy prison became dirtier, the walls peeling away to reveal metal and hissing steam pipes, all covered in rust. The lights became dirty, muddled.
And then the alarms went off.
I say this without shame that I pissed myself in fear right then and there. Because after the alarms went off, this horrific, inhuman roar echoed throughout the entire building. Thankfully, Kendra had enough presence of mind to get us moving, and quickly. We ran through the building, trying every exit we could find, looking for keys, frantically searching through offices. We backtracked whenever we heard the sound of metal scraping on metal getting closer, avoided any flashlight lights we saw.
And then we went into the main prison block.
I just... the screaming, the constant, horrible screaming, plus the alarm still going off... it was horrible. From every cell, the sound of people and Pokégirls screaming and begging for mercy echoed throughout the room, deafening us. Both Kendra and I fell to our knees, clinging to each other, trying to block out the sound.
And then the Imprisoned One dropped down right in front of us.
He was a massive, hulking brute. His head was covered by an iron mask, only his eyes showing, blood leaking constantly from the mask over his fancy suit, which was torn, tattered, and filthy. His wrists and ankles had heavy metal rings pierced in them, which were attached to heavy, weighted chains. His hands were also bound close together by handcuffs, a flashlight in one hand, a crowbar in the other. I tried to bring my plasma rifle to bear, but it just swatted it out of my hands with the crowbar. Kendra tried to attack, but it knocked her down with another powerful swing. I could hear her ribs cracking underneath the blow.
I could have sworn this was it, that we were done. The Imprisoned One was raising his crowbar to finish us off. But then something distracted him. It turned, and I looked behind him, the two of us seeing a man in a helmeted Purification Society uniform firing away at him with a plasma cannon. And I also saw the ring of keys in the Imprisoned One's pocket. As it roared, focusing its attention on the survivor with the cannon, I quickly reached over and grabbed the thing's keys. I helped Kendra up and we both ran for it, trying to ignore the sounds of the survivor being slaughtered.
We got to an exit and I began fiddling with the keys to try and unlock it. As I got it open, though, the head of the survivor that the Imprisoned One had been fighting dropped down in front of us, the head rolling out of its helmet. When I saw the face...
...It was my face.
The severed head had MY FACE ON IT!!!
I barely remember what happened after that. Kendra dragged me out of the prison, and we ended up taking refuge inside a pharmacy. When I got my senses back, she had bandaged both herself and I. And she told me that this wasn't the first time she had seen me 'die.' She told me that the survivor being slaughtered by the Dollface in the elevator had my face too.
And even as she said it, I began remembering every other survivor I had seen. The first day it had definitely been people other than me that were dying, but ever since then...
…as I remembered... all of the survivors I had seen killed...
They ALL had my face!!!
I have been seeing myself get killed over and over again!!!
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PLACE!?!?
I hate this place. I want to go home.
We got out when the train stopped yesterday and walked to the nearest station, heading down just long enough to bury Donna's body in the grassy field around the station, leaving the remains of the shatterwand stuck in the ground as a marker. We were on the other side of the city, far from the harbor. We ended up just sleeping in the station, and thankfully nothing bothered us. Kendra refused to be more than a few feet away from me, and when we weren't traveling, spent her time clinging to me.
Can't blame her, didn't want to stop her. It was... comforting. Comforting to have her around, to have someone real to cling to.
I don't think I can kill Fel Maidens anymore.
Day 23: Siren went off yesterday and turned everything back to normal, just like always. Forgot to mention that yesterday. Found a new safehouse in a convenience store, stocked up on food and medical supplies.
Some Fel Maidens wandered by, all dressed like mail carriers. We stayed out of their way. One of them got grabbed by an Amnion, one of those belly spiders, but we were too far away to do anything about it. A Dollface, one of the doll monsters I mentioned before, got into the store, but Kendra managed to kill it.
Damn things are creepy. They never stop giggling, even as they're being beaten to death by a pissed-off Calico.
We made love in the back room. I think... Maybe it's just this place making me hungry for companionship, but I really think I'm starting to fall for her. If nothing else, I don't know what I'd do without her.
Day 24: OKAY. Not staying in apartment buildings any longer than necessary. Too many doors for spirits to knock on, mirrors for faces to appear in, other cliché jump scare horror shit.
Having to hide from a Punisher didn't help. Especially when a voice started whispering in our ears, asking if this was really that safe a place to hide.
Going a day without sleep in this place doesn't hurt, right? Heheh...
Yeah. I don't say it nearly enough, but I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE.
Day 25: ...Very bizarre thing happened today. Kendra and I managed to get a little sleep, but when we woke up, we found ourselves surrounded by ten of every monster we had encountered up to this point, save for Punishers, the Conductor, Shadow Typhonnas, the Scientist, and whatever it was that lurked in the total shadows. Really glad none of any of those were there, in hindsight.
I thought they were going to kill us, but they just... stared at us. They just stared at us intently, as if we were the most interesting thing in the world. We tried to run, but they just followed us, keeping pace with us, keeping up their intense stares, dodging whatever attacks we threw at them or pulling their fellow monsters out of the way.
We got out of the apartment, with all of them still staring at us. I don't know who broke first, me or Kendra, but we ended up screaming at them, begging them to leave us alone, demanding to know what they wanted.
And then, one by one, each monster began to smile.
It was one of the most terrifying things I had ever seen.
I blinked... and they all disappeared, replaced by a Shadow Typhonna. I screamed, falling over and blinking again.
The Shadow Typhonna was gone. But the creature's laughter was echoing over the entire Silent Zone for hours.
Is this what my ancestors heard during the Titan War? That horrible, horrible laughter?
Day 26: Getting close to Siren Day, and Kendra's getting nervous. She's become clingier than usual, very protective, practically slaughtering any monster that comes near that she's able to. My music box barely has a chance to go off before she's killing them or dragging me to safety.
She hesitates when she sees a Fel Maiden dressed as a cop and drags me off instead of killing me, even though she outmatches them greatly.
I wish she'd tell me what's wrong, but she refuses to.
Day 27: Found a church today. Used to be Catholic, from the looks of it. We saw some new monsters, Burning Maidens, I think they were called. These nuns that were on fire constantly. They got twitchy when we got close, and I thought they were going to attack.
Fortunately, this time I remembered the damn warning about the monster. I assured them we meant no harm, and the Burning Maidens let us go inside to rest.
Nothing else interesting happened, save for the fact that I just realized I've been here for almost a month. I've survived in this hell for almost a month.
Maybe Kendra and I can get out of here.
Day 28: Siren Day. Our weekly trip into the creepy part of Hell. And one of the worst parts about it was the waiting for it. Although honestly, compared to what happened at the end, the waiting was almost pleasant...
For a while it seemed that nothing would happen. And then we passed the prison.
We remembered what the Scientist told us about that particular prison. About how its warden was subjected to especially cruel tortures for trying to hide families inside the prison, the warden becoming an especially powerful ghost called the Imprisoned One.
We had absolutely no intention of going inside the prison. Really, we didn't.
But then we saw a damn Punisher coming in every direction, swarms of their fucking human-faced cockroaches swirling about their legs. We had no choice but to go into the Imprisoned One's prison.
As soon as we went into the main building, the door slammed shut behind us and locked.
And then the siren went off.
The already grim, grimy prison became dirtier, the walls peeling away to reveal metal and hissing steam pipes, all covered in rust. The lights became dirty, muddled.
And then the alarms went off.
I say this without shame that I pissed myself in fear right then and there. Because after the alarms went off, this horrific, inhuman roar echoed throughout the entire building. Thankfully, Kendra had enough presence of mind to get us moving, and quickly. We ran through the building, trying every exit we could find, looking for keys, frantically searching through offices. We backtracked whenever we heard the sound of metal scraping on metal getting closer, avoided any flashlight lights we saw.
And then we went into the main prison block.
I just... the screaming, the constant, horrible screaming, plus the alarm still going off... it was horrible. From every cell, the sound of people and Pokégirls screaming and begging for mercy echoed throughout the room, deafening us. Both Kendra and I fell to our knees, clinging to each other, trying to block out the sound.
And then the Imprisoned One dropped down right in front of us.
He was a massive, hulking brute. His head was covered by an iron mask, only his eyes showing, blood leaking constantly from the mask over his fancy suit, which was torn, tattered, and filthy. His wrists and ankles had heavy metal rings pierced in them, which were attached to heavy, weighted chains. His hands were also bound close together by handcuffs, a flashlight in one hand, a crowbar in the other. I tried to bring my plasma rifle to bear, but it just swatted it out of my hands with the crowbar. Kendra tried to attack, but it knocked her down with another powerful swing. I could hear her ribs cracking underneath the blow.
I could have sworn this was it, that we were done. The Imprisoned One was raising his crowbar to finish us off. But then something distracted him. It turned, and I looked behind him, the two of us seeing a man in a helmeted Purification Society uniform firing away at him with a plasma cannon. And I also saw the ring of keys in the Imprisoned One's pocket. As it roared, focusing its attention on the survivor with the cannon, I quickly reached over and grabbed the thing's keys. I helped Kendra up and we both ran for it, trying to ignore the sounds of the survivor being slaughtered.
We got to an exit and I began fiddling with the keys to try and unlock it. As I got it open, though, the head of the survivor that the Imprisoned One had been fighting dropped down in front of us, the head rolling out of its helmet. When I saw the face...
...It was my face.
The severed head had MY FACE ON IT!!!
I barely remember what happened after that. Kendra dragged me out of the prison, and we ended up taking refuge inside a pharmacy. When I got my senses back, she had bandaged both herself and I. And she told me that this wasn't the first time she had seen me 'die.' She told me that the survivor being slaughtered by the Dollface in the elevator had my face too.
And even as she said it, I began remembering every other survivor I had seen. The first day it had definitely been people other than me that were dying, but ever since then...
…as I remembered... all of the survivors I had seen killed...
They ALL had my face!!!
I have been seeing myself get killed over and over again!!!
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PLACE!?!?
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Day 29: Siren went off again, things went back to normal, or at least close enough in this hellhole. And while we're on the subject, WHAT THE FUCK!?
Why have I been seeing myself getting killed over and over?
Why have I not noticed until now?!
This is...
I don't...
No. No. NO!!
It means nothing. This place is playing tricks on me. That's ALL!
Kendra agrees with me. Yep. This place is just playing tricks on me.
Day 30: Something about this place seems to realize that I'm starting to notice that it's fucking with me. The number of jump scares this place has been inflicting on us is increasing. And I'm not talking about the cheesy cliché ooga booga scary picture jump scares you find on the internet. I'm talking real, honest to god, fucking scary shit JUMPING OUT AT US and disappearing an instant later.
I do not say this enough. I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE.
I'm not gonna let it get to me, though. I'm gonna get out of here. I won't let Donna's sacrifice be in vain.
I'm tough. I've lasted this long, and now I've got a beautiful woman on my arm. Yeah, she's tougher than me, but that's not the point. I'm still a badass. I've still killed monsters in this place. Hell, today I broke a Dread Child's neck with my bear hands!
I'll get out of here. I will! NOTHING WILL STOP ME!!
I have to get out of here.
Day 31: It just occurred to me that I've survived in this place a month. I AM A GOD.
Day 32: Yeah, shouldn't have wrote that yesterday. Woke up to a bevy of Monster Clowns laughing hysterically at me, passing around my journal and laughing at the last entry. Kendra found a fire axe somewhere and used it to decapitate all of me and get us out of here.
...I think I wrote that sentence wrong. Not sure how, though. I can't tell...
Kendra... Oh my beautiful Calico goddess, meeting you has been such a blessing. I've decided I'll help LEAD any missions against the Purification Society if we get out of here.
Tamers had the right idea all along. Sukebe may not have started out as humanity's friend, but for giving us these goddesses, we owe him so much. Despite all my hubris from yesterday, I know I wouldn't have gotten this far without her help. I know it's crazy, and it's probably just the copius amounts of fear and mental trauma talking, but I'm going to ask her to marry me once we get out of here.
And I know we're going to get out of here.
I know we are.
Day 33: WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO ESCAPE?
YOU ARE HOME NOW
YOU BELONG HERE
YOU BELONG TO US
Day 34: I didn't write anything yesterday. I swear I didn't. But Kendra swears she saw me writing that fucking entry yesterday, giggling like a loon.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
Something is wrong. I'm starting to have blank memory periods. I was walking down the street with Kendra, looking for a new safehouse, and the next thing I know, I'm in the safehouse with Kendra and she has claw marks on her face. And what's worse, she seemed afraid of me.
NOWHERE IS SAFE
We'll get through this. I know we will.
NO YOU WON'T
We just have to believe in ourselves, and maybe find a big fucking gun or twelve.
IF WE LET YOU FIND ONE AGAIN
Siren Day is tomorrow. I can see the harbor from where we are.
SAILING SAILING, OVER THE SEA OF BLOOD
ALL THE KING'S HORSES, DROWNED WITHIN THE FLOOD
Tomorrow, we're making a straight shot for the harbor and not stopping for anything.
YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND WHICH OF US IS THE JUGGERNAUT HERE
YOU WILL LEARN
Don't worry, Kendra. You'll see your family again. I'm going to make sure of that. I promise.
HIGHLY UNLIKELY
Day 35: She's dead.
Kendra is dead. And it's my fault.
I should have remembered the warnings about her. I should have listened to the Scientist more closely. But because I didn't, because I forgot what he said and guessed wrong, Kendra is dead. What that horrible thing did to her, I just...
Maybe I should start from the beginning.
When I saw the 'additions' to yesterday's entry, I knew I had been having the memory gaps again. And something had been writing for me with my own hand.
HI!
I became more determined than ever to get out of there. I had no idea how badly our 'straight shot' would go off-course. We started running down the street as soon as we had woken up and eaten. And almost immediately we were assailed.
A pair of Incubi appeared and went after Kendra. We managed to lose them and tried to get back on course, but a Splitface Beast and a full pack of Husk Hounds showed up, forcing us to head for high ground and hide until they got bored and left. The instant we got back to the street, however, the siren went off again, and the world turned from just plain creepy and evil to metallic and horrifying again.
We tried to keep running. We really tried. But things just kept showing up! Fel Maidens in army gear with assault weapons, a parade of dancing Mad Clowns, Asphyxias chasing down Dollfaces that had kidnapped some Dread Children, Amnions skittering about the buildings... it was insane!
And then we heard the Punisher coming.
I say heard rather than saw, because the instant we heard that too damn familiar sound of metal being dragged along the ground, we ducked into the nearest alleyway and hid in a dumpster. We waited until the sound of scraping metal and chittering hellroaches was long gone before we got out of the dumpster. We started to get out, when we noticed the crying woman.
She was laying just below our dumpster, curled into a fetal position and sobbing. Her body had been through hell, her womanhood, eyes, and ears sewn up. It was a wonder she was still alive, I thought.
Like I fool, I failed to remember the Scientist's description of her. As Kendra and I got out, I accidentally fell, causing the lid of the dumpster to slam shut. It startled the crying woman out of her sobbing, causing her to look straight at us. She attacked with blinding speed, tackling me to the ground and breaking one of my arms.
Kendra tried to attack it. All that did was cause the woman, whom I finally recognized as the Broken Woman, an Ingenue who had undergone an especially cruel, bone-breaking, body mutilating torture in life, to focus on her instead. She began to twist Kendra, breaking her bones one by one. Her shrieks got louder and louder as the Broken Woman broke her, folding her in on herself.
I...
I ran.
I didn't know what else I could do. I had no weapons, no powers, and the Broken Woman was one of those absurdly powerful one of a kind monsters that exist in this place. I left Kendra, trying to tune out her pleas for help, trying to ignore her begging me to come back, even though I know her dying cries will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I left her to die.
Oh gods, forgive me...
I'm a coward. And now I'm alone.
YOU'RE NEVER ALONE, DANNY. WE'RE ALWAYS HERE. WATCHING.
Why have I been seeing myself getting killed over and over?
Why have I not noticed until now?!
This is...
I don't...
No. No. NO!!
It means nothing. This place is playing tricks on me. That's ALL!
Kendra agrees with me. Yep. This place is just playing tricks on me.
Day 30: Something about this place seems to realize that I'm starting to notice that it's fucking with me. The number of jump scares this place has been inflicting on us is increasing. And I'm not talking about the cheesy cliché ooga booga scary picture jump scares you find on the internet. I'm talking real, honest to god, fucking scary shit JUMPING OUT AT US and disappearing an instant later.
I do not say this enough. I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE.
I'm not gonna let it get to me, though. I'm gonna get out of here. I won't let Donna's sacrifice be in vain.
I'm tough. I've lasted this long, and now I've got a beautiful woman on my arm. Yeah, she's tougher than me, but that's not the point. I'm still a badass. I've still killed monsters in this place. Hell, today I broke a Dread Child's neck with my bear hands!
I'll get out of here. I will! NOTHING WILL STOP ME!!
I have to get out of here.
Day 31: It just occurred to me that I've survived in this place a month. I AM A GOD.
Day 32: Yeah, shouldn't have wrote that yesterday. Woke up to a bevy of Monster Clowns laughing hysterically at me, passing around my journal and laughing at the last entry. Kendra found a fire axe somewhere and used it to decapitate all of me and get us out of here.
...I think I wrote that sentence wrong. Not sure how, though. I can't tell...
Kendra... Oh my beautiful Calico goddess, meeting you has been such a blessing. I've decided I'll help LEAD any missions against the Purification Society if we get out of here.
Tamers had the right idea all along. Sukebe may not have started out as humanity's friend, but for giving us these goddesses, we owe him so much. Despite all my hubris from yesterday, I know I wouldn't have gotten this far without her help. I know it's crazy, and it's probably just the copius amounts of fear and mental trauma talking, but I'm going to ask her to marry me once we get out of here.
And I know we're going to get out of here.
I know we are.
Day 33: WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO ESCAPE?
YOU ARE HOME NOW
YOU BELONG HERE
YOU BELONG TO US
Day 34: I didn't write anything yesterday. I swear I didn't. But Kendra swears she saw me writing that fucking entry yesterday, giggling like a loon.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
Something is wrong. I'm starting to have blank memory periods. I was walking down the street with Kendra, looking for a new safehouse, and the next thing I know, I'm in the safehouse with Kendra and she has claw marks on her face. And what's worse, she seemed afraid of me.
NOWHERE IS SAFE
We'll get through this. I know we will.
NO YOU WON'T
We just have to believe in ourselves, and maybe find a big fucking gun or twelve.
IF WE LET YOU FIND ONE AGAIN
Siren Day is tomorrow. I can see the harbor from where we are.
SAILING SAILING, OVER THE SEA OF BLOOD
ALL THE KING'S HORSES, DROWNED WITHIN THE FLOOD
Tomorrow, we're making a straight shot for the harbor and not stopping for anything.
YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND WHICH OF US IS THE JUGGERNAUT HERE
YOU WILL LEARN
Don't worry, Kendra. You'll see your family again. I'm going to make sure of that. I promise.
HIGHLY UNLIKELY
Day 35: She's dead.
Kendra is dead. And it's my fault.
I should have remembered the warnings about her. I should have listened to the Scientist more closely. But because I didn't, because I forgot what he said and guessed wrong, Kendra is dead. What that horrible thing did to her, I just...
Maybe I should start from the beginning.
When I saw the 'additions' to yesterday's entry, I knew I had been having the memory gaps again. And something had been writing for me with my own hand.
HI!
I became more determined than ever to get out of there. I had no idea how badly our 'straight shot' would go off-course. We started running down the street as soon as we had woken up and eaten. And almost immediately we were assailed.
A pair of Incubi appeared and went after Kendra. We managed to lose them and tried to get back on course, but a Splitface Beast and a full pack of Husk Hounds showed up, forcing us to head for high ground and hide until they got bored and left. The instant we got back to the street, however, the siren went off again, and the world turned from just plain creepy and evil to metallic and horrifying again.
We tried to keep running. We really tried. But things just kept showing up! Fel Maidens in army gear with assault weapons, a parade of dancing Mad Clowns, Asphyxias chasing down Dollfaces that had kidnapped some Dread Children, Amnions skittering about the buildings... it was insane!
And then we heard the Punisher coming.
I say heard rather than saw, because the instant we heard that too damn familiar sound of metal being dragged along the ground, we ducked into the nearest alleyway and hid in a dumpster. We waited until the sound of scraping metal and chittering hellroaches was long gone before we got out of the dumpster. We started to get out, when we noticed the crying woman.
She was laying just below our dumpster, curled into a fetal position and sobbing. Her body had been through hell, her womanhood, eyes, and ears sewn up. It was a wonder she was still alive, I thought.
Like I fool, I failed to remember the Scientist's description of her. As Kendra and I got out, I accidentally fell, causing the lid of the dumpster to slam shut. It startled the crying woman out of her sobbing, causing her to look straight at us. She attacked with blinding speed, tackling me to the ground and breaking one of my arms.
Kendra tried to attack it. All that did was cause the woman, whom I finally recognized as the Broken Woman, an Ingenue who had undergone an especially cruel, bone-breaking, body mutilating torture in life, to focus on her instead. She began to twist Kendra, breaking her bones one by one. Her shrieks got louder and louder as the Broken Woman broke her, folding her in on herself.
I...
I ran.
I didn't know what else I could do. I had no weapons, no powers, and the Broken Woman was one of those absurdly powerful one of a kind monsters that exist in this place. I left Kendra, trying to tune out her pleas for help, trying to ignore her begging me to come back, even though I know her dying cries will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I left her to die.
Oh gods, forgive me...
I'm a coward. And now I'm alone.
YOU'RE NEVER ALONE, DANNY. WE'RE ALWAYS HERE. WATCHING.
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Day 36: DANNY'S HAVING A BAD DAY RIGHT NOW. HE'LL BE BACK TOMORROW.
Day 37: Everything's going wrong. I keep hearing this laughter, like a woman's giggling in my ear, every few minutes. But when I turn around, there's nothing there. I feel hands touching me, but when I turn, all I see is shadows moving around.
Got attacked by an Asphyxia today. I defended myself from a pair of Dread Children, and the thing took offense, leaping down and attacking. I ran from her, but it began wrapping me in plastic. It probably would have killed me, but an Amnion attacked it and tried to stuff it up her snatch. As the two fought, I pulled the plastic off of me (thankfully just a layer around my arms, not enough to stop me from pulling free in an adrenaline fueled panic) and ran off. I didn't really care who one, I just wanted to get away.
I think about her all the time. Everything she told me about her home, her family. And I miss her all the more. Damn me for a coward. And damn the Purification Society for making this horrible place.
And damn me again for joining them.
Day 38: I have to keep moving. I know that now. If I can get out of here, then Donna and Kendra won't have died for nothing. These damn monsters... I can get away from them. I know I can. I just have to get to the harbor and esacpe
Day 39: A Punisher found me. God help me, a Punisher found me. I think I've gotten away from him for now, but things just keep getting worse.
I stumbled into an office building, trying to get away, but I couldn't get away, I just kept hearing that damn SCRAPING, why won't it LEAVE ME ALONE, please just LEAVE ME ALONE, just WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALONE, DANIEL!?
Handwriting shifted. Shifted to her handwriting. Now she's haunting me.
Just like everything else in this place.
Oh Kendra, please forgive me I DIED SCREAMING, DANIEL! SO WILL YOU!
Everything's going wrong. I just want to get out of this horrible place. I want to go home. I swear, I'll abandon the Society and turn them into League authorities. I'll lead raids on their compounds. Please, just let me go home.
I CAN NEVER GO HOME, DANIEL! AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!
Day 40: Didn't sleep last night. Couldn't sleep. Punisher chasing me constantly. BIG motherfucker. Wields an axe. Head wrapped in a big metal mask, shaped like a globe. Slow, but each swing is a deathblow. Took down a Splitface and a Dollface in one swing. Ruptured an Amnion's belly and killed what was inside in one hit.
The problem was, what was inside was me. I saw my own corpse come out of that Amnion's belly.
Saw more of me as I was running from the Punisher. Saw myself getting torn apart by Husk Hounds. Saw Dollfaces ripping out and playing with my organs. Saw an Incubus ripping me in half. Saw myself getting speared through the head by a Splitface. Saw myself getting beaten to death by Fel Maidens. Saw Dread Children swarming me and tearing me apart. Saw a Monster Clown bite me, which caused me to laugh myself to death. Saw myself nursing from an Amnion's breast. Saw myself getting wrapped in plastic by an Asphyxia. Saw myself getting pummeled to death by a Bimorpha. Saw a shadow thing drag me into the darkness. Saw Burning Maidens incinerating me. Saw the Conductor dragging me along by his train. Saw the Imprisoned One beating me to death with his crowbar. Saw the Broken Women twisting me into bloody shapes.
Am I real? Or am I just another vision of Daniel Morton, one that's destined to be killed by a Punisher?
I'm honestly not sure at the moment. I just know that I just saw one of those damn devilroaches, and I think I hear the sound of metal scraping on metal. I have to get out of here.
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SAYS WHO?
Day 42: I understand everything now.
The Sydney Silent Zone? It's a gateway to Hell. And I've been sent here to be punished.
It's only what I deserve, after all.
The Punisher caught up with me yesterday. Hit me with the hilt of the axe, knocking me out completely. I woke up on stage, on the big theater that Sydney used to be famous for. Surrounding the stage were these hooded things, things in robes with their faces hidden. They stared at me for a long moment before disappearing when I blinked.
And then the theater ghosts appeared. They dragged me backstage, and I felt myself compelled to obey. Ghosts taking the shape of actors and stage hands appeared, and my body started moving on its own. I put on a costume, let makeup be applied, and went out on stage, compelled by some unknown force to perform. I was aware, perfectly aware, but my body was acting on its own. Literally.
It was Sweeney Todd.
The show we performed, I mean.
And I was the starring role. I did pretty good, I guess. But the thing was? Every actor I 'killed' on stage I actually killed, digging the razor into their throats and tearing it open, or throwing them into the oven in the case of the actress playing Mrs. Lovette. And something inside my head knew, just knew, that each one I killed was someone who had died during the Sydney Massacre. And innocent victim of the Purification Society.
My people.
We had an audience as we performed. Every monster I had encountered in the Silent Zone was there. The Conductor, Broken Woman, and Imprisoned One were in a VIP box, and Punishers, including the one who had captured me, sat in the front row. All of them watched intently as I committed murder after murder, applauding after the musical numbers.
I'm not sure, but I think I saw Kendra sitting amongst the Fel Maidens. Does that mean she was fake? Or is she going to become one of them?
...It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.
At the end of the show, when Sweeney was supposed to die, I switched roles. I blinked, and I was suddenly wearing Toby's costume, moving towards Sweeney as he sang his last, sad song. I tore open the actor's throat, and played out the show to the last, my body turning the meat grinder, speaking in a mad, twitchy voice as the police came down
The curtains closed, and then opened again, all the actors, led by me, coming out to sing the final number of the show. All of the dead actors were there, their throats still torn open, Mrs. Lovette still burning, her flesh burned to the skeleton.
All of the monsters stood up and applauded, the Husk Hounds howling happily, as if they had enjoyed the show as much as the humanoid monsters. Those that had voices cheered and whistled for us as we took bows. And as the cast came down to mingle with the audience, they all disappeared, monsters and actors both.
And by body was my own again, the costume and makeup vanishing from my body.
All those innocents killed. And for what? To tell Mao Shin Mao to go fuck herself?
Bah. Useless.
This hell is what everyone in the Purification Society deserves.
This is what I deserve.
I accept that now.
I can see a Shadow Typhonna looming over me even as I write this. I see her horrible, horrible smile.
And I am not afraid. I know what she's come to do to me. And I am not afraid. I welcome it. It's what I deserve.
Donna. I wish I could have taken you away from this place.
Kendra Daniels. If you were ever actually real, then I'm sorry you were ever stuck here. You didn't deserve to die like that. You didn't deserve to have me betray you like that.
My name is Daniel Morton. I am a member of the Purification Society. And I
PERHAPS YOU WILL SEE ME AGAIN
Day 37: Everything's going wrong. I keep hearing this laughter, like a woman's giggling in my ear, every few minutes. But when I turn around, there's nothing there. I feel hands touching me, but when I turn, all I see is shadows moving around.
Got attacked by an Asphyxia today. I defended myself from a pair of Dread Children, and the thing took offense, leaping down and attacking. I ran from her, but it began wrapping me in plastic. It probably would have killed me, but an Amnion attacked it and tried to stuff it up her snatch. As the two fought, I pulled the plastic off of me (thankfully just a layer around my arms, not enough to stop me from pulling free in an adrenaline fueled panic) and ran off. I didn't really care who one, I just wanted to get away.
I think about her all the time. Everything she told me about her home, her family. And I miss her all the more. Damn me for a coward. And damn the Purification Society for making this horrible place.
And damn me again for joining them.
Day 38: I have to keep moving. I know that now. If I can get out of here, then Donna and Kendra won't have died for nothing. These damn monsters... I can get away from them. I know I can. I just have to get to the harbor and esacpe
Day 39: A Punisher found me. God help me, a Punisher found me. I think I've gotten away from him for now, but things just keep getting worse.
I stumbled into an office building, trying to get away, but I couldn't get away, I just kept hearing that damn SCRAPING, why won't it LEAVE ME ALONE, please just LEAVE ME ALONE, just WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALONE, DANIEL!?
Handwriting shifted. Shifted to her handwriting. Now she's haunting me.
Just like everything else in this place.
Oh Kendra, please forgive me I DIED SCREAMING, DANIEL! SO WILL YOU!
Everything's going wrong. I just want to get out of this horrible place. I want to go home. I swear, I'll abandon the Society and turn them into League authorities. I'll lead raids on their compounds. Please, just let me go home.
I CAN NEVER GO HOME, DANIEL! AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!
Day 40: Didn't sleep last night. Couldn't sleep. Punisher chasing me constantly. BIG motherfucker. Wields an axe. Head wrapped in a big metal mask, shaped like a globe. Slow, but each swing is a deathblow. Took down a Splitface and a Dollface in one swing. Ruptured an Amnion's belly and killed what was inside in one hit.
The problem was, what was inside was me. I saw my own corpse come out of that Amnion's belly.
Saw more of me as I was running from the Punisher. Saw myself getting torn apart by Husk Hounds. Saw Dollfaces ripping out and playing with my organs. Saw an Incubus ripping me in half. Saw myself getting speared through the head by a Splitface. Saw myself getting beaten to death by Fel Maidens. Saw Dread Children swarming me and tearing me apart. Saw a Monster Clown bite me, which caused me to laugh myself to death. Saw myself nursing from an Amnion's breast. Saw myself getting wrapped in plastic by an Asphyxia. Saw myself getting pummeled to death by a Bimorpha. Saw a shadow thing drag me into the darkness. Saw Burning Maidens incinerating me. Saw the Conductor dragging me along by his train. Saw the Imprisoned One beating me to death with his crowbar. Saw the Broken Women twisting me into bloody shapes.
Am I real? Or am I just another vision of Daniel Morton, one that's destined to be killed by a Punisher?
I'm honestly not sure at the moment. I just know that I just saw one of those damn devilroaches, and I think I hear the sound of metal scraping on metal. I have to get out of here.
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SAYS WHO?
Day 42: I understand everything now.
The Sydney Silent Zone? It's a gateway to Hell. And I've been sent here to be punished.
It's only what I deserve, after all.
The Punisher caught up with me yesterday. Hit me with the hilt of the axe, knocking me out completely. I woke up on stage, on the big theater that Sydney used to be famous for. Surrounding the stage were these hooded things, things in robes with their faces hidden. They stared at me for a long moment before disappearing when I blinked.
And then the theater ghosts appeared. They dragged me backstage, and I felt myself compelled to obey. Ghosts taking the shape of actors and stage hands appeared, and my body started moving on its own. I put on a costume, let makeup be applied, and went out on stage, compelled by some unknown force to perform. I was aware, perfectly aware, but my body was acting on its own. Literally.
It was Sweeney Todd.
The show we performed, I mean.
And I was the starring role. I did pretty good, I guess. But the thing was? Every actor I 'killed' on stage I actually killed, digging the razor into their throats and tearing it open, or throwing them into the oven in the case of the actress playing Mrs. Lovette. And something inside my head knew, just knew, that each one I killed was someone who had died during the Sydney Massacre. And innocent victim of the Purification Society.
My people.
We had an audience as we performed. Every monster I had encountered in the Silent Zone was there. The Conductor, Broken Woman, and Imprisoned One were in a VIP box, and Punishers, including the one who had captured me, sat in the front row. All of them watched intently as I committed murder after murder, applauding after the musical numbers.
I'm not sure, but I think I saw Kendra sitting amongst the Fel Maidens. Does that mean she was fake? Or is she going to become one of them?
...It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now.
At the end of the show, when Sweeney was supposed to die, I switched roles. I blinked, and I was suddenly wearing Toby's costume, moving towards Sweeney as he sang his last, sad song. I tore open the actor's throat, and played out the show to the last, my body turning the meat grinder, speaking in a mad, twitchy voice as the police came down
The curtains closed, and then opened again, all the actors, led by me, coming out to sing the final number of the show. All of the dead actors were there, their throats still torn open, Mrs. Lovette still burning, her flesh burned to the skeleton.
All of the monsters stood up and applauded, the Husk Hounds howling happily, as if they had enjoyed the show as much as the humanoid monsters. Those that had voices cheered and whistled for us as we took bows. And as the cast came down to mingle with the audience, they all disappeared, monsters and actors both.
And by body was my own again, the costume and makeup vanishing from my body.
All those innocents killed. And for what? To tell Mao Shin Mao to go fuck herself?
Bah. Useless.
This hell is what everyone in the Purification Society deserves.
This is what I deserve.
I accept that now.
I can see a Shadow Typhonna looming over me even as I write this. I see her horrible, horrible smile.
And I am not afraid. I know what she's come to do to me. And I am not afraid. I welcome it. It's what I deserve.
Donna. I wish I could have taken you away from this place.
Kendra Daniels. If you were ever actually real, then I'm sorry you were ever stuck here. You didn't deserve to die like that. You didn't deserve to have me betray you like that.
My name is Daniel Morton. I am a member of the Purification Society. And I
PERHAPS YOU WILL SEE ME AGAIN
Spoiler: show
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Epilogue...
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“That'll sober a girl up in an instant,” Orochi said, chugging the bottle of sake she had with her as the one reading the journal read the last line.
“And that's it,” Baba Yaga said in a harsh, mannish croak. The stout, ugly woman with the large, beak-like nose sat at the base of her chicken-legged hut, handing the journal to the sixteen Legendary Prime Pokégirls gathered around her. “The last part that I could tell was written by the kid trailed off and was smudged with blood. That last sentence was written by something else.
Cocooner was the first to take the journal, looking it over and frowning. Elohim, normally proud and stoic, was shivering fearfully, her wings partially curled around herself. Her halo was dim, as was the glow in her eyes, her arms crossed protectively.
“It's her...” Elohim said, her normally loud voice a fearful whisper. “I can still feel her horrid presence. Those last words are hers...”
Death shook her head. “It can't be...” she said. “I could tell if that horror were alive again.”
Mainframe nodded. “Confirmed. Typhonna, slain via spell that tore her body apart, killing Sukebe in the process,” she said, calling up her files. “My database would learn instantly if I needed to edit her record.”
“Then how the hell do you explain it?” Macavity said from her perch on Elohim's broad shoulders. “This is beyond even chaos...”
Chronos frowned. “Typhonna is one who defied time and space,” she said. “The fact that her shadows are present in the Silent Zones at all is testament to that. Among other testaments...” She turned a cautious eye to the figure next to Mainframe, her body seemingly swallowing the light around her.
Abyss shook her head, clinging to Mainframe. “No. She's not my mommy. And if she is, I want nothing to do with her...” she said, Mainframe wrapping an arm around her and casting a glare at Chronos.
“Why did you bring us this journal, Baba Yaga?” Tiamat demanded, the massive, five-headed dragon Pokégirl glaring at the crone.
“And where did you even get it?” Menhit asked, nervously clenching and unclenching her fists.
“Was passing through Australia,” Baba Yaga said. “Looking for place to put the new Monsters Echidna had given birth to. Came near the Silent Zone by accident.”
The Legendaries all scowled at the mention of their sister, who had chosen to remain in Baba Yaga's hut instead of coming out to greet them. They decided to let it go for now.
Baba Yaga, not noticing their expressions, continued. “Saw a Fel Maiden standing just outside its outermost borders, one that ran up to me and put the journal in my hands before walking back into the Zone,” she said, hopping up to her hut. “She was dressed like a cop, and had one of those nametag stickers on her chest.” She turned to enter her hut. “The nametag sticker had the name 'Donna' written on it.”
Baba Yaga went into her hut, leaving the stunned Legendaries behind as the hut walked away. The other Legendaries looked expectantly at Cocooner, the insectile Pokégirl stroking her chin thoughtfully.
“Your call, sister,” War said, pawing the ground nervously with her front hoof. “What should be done with the journal?”
Cocooner thought for a moment, and sighed. “Death. Your Library has rooms only you can access, correct?”
The pale, centauric Pokégirl nodded. “Indeed. Seven rooms with seven seals each, protections that put even the Lockdown Foundation's strongest SCP protocols to shame,” she said.
Cocooner nodded, handing her the journal. “Were it not for that last line, written by one of Typhonna's Shadows, I would think it best that his story be put on display. But because of that last line, there could be a panic that arises should the wrong person start making assumptions about what it means. I hate to do it. The chance for research into the effects the Silent Zone has on a subject's mind would be invaluable. Plus, it would be the decent thing to do to let his story be told. But we cannot let any possible hint of Typhonna returning be let out. The journal has to be hidden.”
The other Legendaries looked at each other uneasily. Death, however, nodded. “I understand,” she said, taking the journal and putting it into a pocket in her cloak. “Daniel Morton will be remembered, but only by us.”
Cocooner sighed. “All right... That's it, everyone. Let's get out of here before someone we don't want to see us notices us.”
The Legendaries went their separate ways, Macavity leaving with Elohim, trying to comfort the terrified angel, Abyss leaving with Mainframe.
Only Death remained. She looked over the journal again, reading each entry, and sighed, hugging it.
“I am truly sorry, Daniel. I only hope you can find some small measure of peace...” Death said, vanishing in a swirl of mist.
Epilogue...
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
“That'll sober a girl up in an instant,” Orochi said, chugging the bottle of sake she had with her as the one reading the journal read the last line.
“And that's it,” Baba Yaga said in a harsh, mannish croak. The stout, ugly woman with the large, beak-like nose sat at the base of her chicken-legged hut, handing the journal to the sixteen Legendary Prime Pokégirls gathered around her. “The last part that I could tell was written by the kid trailed off and was smudged with blood. That last sentence was written by something else.
Cocooner was the first to take the journal, looking it over and frowning. Elohim, normally proud and stoic, was shivering fearfully, her wings partially curled around herself. Her halo was dim, as was the glow in her eyes, her arms crossed protectively.
“It's her...” Elohim said, her normally loud voice a fearful whisper. “I can still feel her horrid presence. Those last words are hers...”
Death shook her head. “It can't be...” she said. “I could tell if that horror were alive again.”
Mainframe nodded. “Confirmed. Typhonna, slain via spell that tore her body apart, killing Sukebe in the process,” she said, calling up her files. “My database would learn instantly if I needed to edit her record.”
“Then how the hell do you explain it?” Macavity said from her perch on Elohim's broad shoulders. “This is beyond even chaos...”
Chronos frowned. “Typhonna is one who defied time and space,” she said. “The fact that her shadows are present in the Silent Zones at all is testament to that. Among other testaments...” She turned a cautious eye to the figure next to Mainframe, her body seemingly swallowing the light around her.
Abyss shook her head, clinging to Mainframe. “No. She's not my mommy. And if she is, I want nothing to do with her...” she said, Mainframe wrapping an arm around her and casting a glare at Chronos.
“Why did you bring us this journal, Baba Yaga?” Tiamat demanded, the massive, five-headed dragon Pokégirl glaring at the crone.
“And where did you even get it?” Menhit asked, nervously clenching and unclenching her fists.
“Was passing through Australia,” Baba Yaga said. “Looking for place to put the new Monsters Echidna had given birth to. Came near the Silent Zone by accident.”
The Legendaries all scowled at the mention of their sister, who had chosen to remain in Baba Yaga's hut instead of coming out to greet them. They decided to let it go for now.
Baba Yaga, not noticing their expressions, continued. “Saw a Fel Maiden standing just outside its outermost borders, one that ran up to me and put the journal in my hands before walking back into the Zone,” she said, hopping up to her hut. “She was dressed like a cop, and had one of those nametag stickers on her chest.” She turned to enter her hut. “The nametag sticker had the name 'Donna' written on it.”
Baba Yaga went into her hut, leaving the stunned Legendaries behind as the hut walked away. The other Legendaries looked expectantly at Cocooner, the insectile Pokégirl stroking her chin thoughtfully.
“Your call, sister,” War said, pawing the ground nervously with her front hoof. “What should be done with the journal?”
Cocooner thought for a moment, and sighed. “Death. Your Library has rooms only you can access, correct?”
The pale, centauric Pokégirl nodded. “Indeed. Seven rooms with seven seals each, protections that put even the Lockdown Foundation's strongest SCP protocols to shame,” she said.
Cocooner nodded, handing her the journal. “Were it not for that last line, written by one of Typhonna's Shadows, I would think it best that his story be put on display. But because of that last line, there could be a panic that arises should the wrong person start making assumptions about what it means. I hate to do it. The chance for research into the effects the Silent Zone has on a subject's mind would be invaluable. Plus, it would be the decent thing to do to let his story be told. But we cannot let any possible hint of Typhonna returning be let out. The journal has to be hidden.”
The other Legendaries looked at each other uneasily. Death, however, nodded. “I understand,” she said, taking the journal and putting it into a pocket in her cloak. “Daniel Morton will be remembered, but only by us.”
Cocooner sighed. “All right... That's it, everyone. Let's get out of here before someone we don't want to see us notices us.”
The Legendaries went their separate ways, Macavity leaving with Elohim, trying to comfort the terrified angel, Abyss leaving with Mainframe.
Only Death remained. She looked over the journal again, reading each entry, and sighed, hugging it.
“I am truly sorry, Daniel. I only hope you can find some small measure of peace...” Death said, vanishing in a swirl of mist.
