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ENTERING LOG… SLIMECICLE…
[ Laughing as I quietly teleported to get away from the cluttered noise around me, nothing could’ve prepared me. Stepping away from the nauseating waystone, I looked upon Mariana’s house before me, the black material reflecting in the sunlight. Its beauty, prominent when compared to the miserable shacks I’ve built. It’s been a while since I’ve been here.
The smile fading from my face as I turned and felt as if something were off.
Something was wrong.
Taking slow steps closer to the glinting glass doors, there was a metallic scent in the air. Despite the code steadily taking my senses, this was a scent I could smell as strongly and as easily as before. Which came as a shock to me.
Remembering and glancing at the large statue in memorial of my daughter’s deaths, it cast its shadow only a few blocks away from my feet. The statue of my daughter reminded me of the reason I had actually come back here. JuanaFlippa hadn’t shown up today.
Now I was curious. Being able to smell this one specific scent? My daughter not showing up today? The intense vibrations, agitated, in my code riddled limbs? The unexplainable feeling of dread in my stomach as I gaze upon the building?
I stumbled on my feet. The code, plastered against and rapidly replacing what was once my arms, shoulders, and eye, jolted heavily and I felt my very limbs rip themselves from their sockets for only a moment. My r̵͙͠ä̴̿s̷͂͝h̶̭̾ (rash) must’ve been flaring up again.
What does the universe know that I don’t.
Continuing into the house, everything fell quiet. The soft mechanical whirr of my rash, for once, silenced.
The lights were off as I stepped inside. It was strangely eerie for such a beautiful day. The curtains were closed and the windows were open, allowing a slight breeze to enter. Does Mariana really leave his house this way? I couldn’t even see the slime on my shoulder in this darkness if I tried.
I felt my hands around the wall looking for a way to turn on the lights. Well, I tried. By now I could barely feel anything in my hands at all. It was simply a lingering feeling of static. Failing to find a light source I decided to just continue and find the origin of the weird feelings.
The metallic scent was much stronger now. The strongest scent I had experienced since the code started taking away my ability to smell. I plugged my nose to shield myself from the putrid stench.
Taking a couple more steps in the darkness I began to hear distant voices as my vision clouded with thick static. Voices that I was just barely out of reach from. The whispers grew in quantity as I continued, attempting to find my way up the stairs to Mariana and Flippa’s bedroom. My head pounded as the voices grew just slightly louder, although still out of reach. I knew the infection on my face was getting worse.
Whatever was causing all of this, it must be bad.
Feeling my way onto the stairs I began the climb up. Whatever was creating this peculiar circumstance was up here, I knew it.
Finally reaching the top stair, the static in my limbs became a roar of nausea throughout the entirety of my being. I once again felt the pain of my parts dislocating, this time rapid and longer.
In contrast to the pitch darkness on the first floor, the balcony spread daylight throughout the entire second floor. Now being able to see, I froze. It was still deathly quiet. The voices had stopped and the only sound was the wind outside.
Taking a moment to adjust to the light, it only took one glance.
The floor had pooled with a deep crimson glistening red.
A…
Familiar red…
Laced with the slight glowing effect of binary I was sure that I could see.
I stepped further into the room, my muscles unbelievably stiff, my face blank, and my thoughts nonexistent.
Rounding the corner towards the soaked floor I saw. I saw what was causing the distress within my very makings.
The body of my daughter sat motionless before me.
JuanaFlippa.
I just stood there. Tense. Thoughtless. Blank. My vision blurred, nothing felt real. But I now realize, this was the most real I would ever feel from then on.
Laying in her respective bed, was the lifeless corpse of my only daughter. A sword stuck out of her chest like a parasite eating away at her body. Tucked in neatly, blood soaked everything it could. Several flies had already gathered and now danced around mockingly.
It only took a few moments to register what had happened. I felt hot tears coat my face as I collapsed to my knees in silence.
Her eyes were open. The look that remained on her face was one of pleading, one of fear.
Only a Ḿ̷̽O̶͝͠N̶̛͝Ș̶͊T̵̽̉Ë̵́̃R̷͋ (monster) would do something like this.
I felt my fists clench as I sobbed much more violently. My face contorted into what could only be described as pure rage.
No.
It isn’t possible.
She can’t be dead, not a fourth time.
I just got her back. I JUST got her back!
The remaining silence was immediately broken by the whispers, now louder than ever. The whirring of my code grew and pounded against my eardrums. I let out a gut wrenching scream as I curled closer to myself. The snot ran down my face as I cried like never before.
I sat there.
And I screamed.
And I cried.
As my brain fogged over with the cacophony of sounds that filled my ears, all consciousness seemed to fade away, all that was left of me was static. I seemed to stare at myself from an outside view. Who knows how long I sat there.
There was no way in hell my daughter was gone. Just the other day we were picking flowers without a care in the world, I would’ve never expected this.
I heard, over the noise provided by my very soul, my own laughter began to crescendo. I laughed at those who thought I didn’t know my daughter when I saw her. Everyone, even Mariana, I was sure believed JuanaFlippa was a code.
But I knew true to myself that she wasn’t. That was my daughter. And she was murdered in cold blood.
Whoever killed her would meet their end, and I would make sure of it.
My hands still covered my face. I unsteadily stood from my pitiful position on the floor in front of her bed. I felt a smile crawl up my face through the grief, every muscle within my being trembled with anger. I staggered and caught myself on her fragile bed frame.
Tears flowed, snot ran, laughter continued. But I wanted revenge.
The smile on my face, wide, I began to pick. I picked pieces of slime directly from my skin, my corrupted fingernails breaking the flesh and spreading their binary.
Throwing the bits of slime off of my hands and into the surrounding room, I began to destroy myself. My slime-altered blood coated my body as I broke myself apart, slime ball by slime ball. I couldn’t handle the sheer agony my very soul was experiencing.
I couldn’t feel anymore. Everything was simply… Q̷̌̕ṳ̸̅i̷̾̅ḛ̶̚t̷͌̽ (Quiet)
Nobody murders my daughter without receiving hell. And this time? My execution won’t fail.
Eventually I knelt from exhaustion, my skin bloodied and torn. I faded in and out of consciousness as I stared at my daughter’s corpse. All that was left was my tears as I realized I never got to say goodbye.
I felt my eyes close as I finally collapsed on the blood soaked floor.
I can’t have lost her again. ] ENDING LOG…