Forgiveness/Condemnation
Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2025 7:39 am
○ One shot after another, I drank...
○ Allllll dat hrd wrk I pt intoo fixng dis gadam stinken ouse wzz for noting. Why? Wwhyyyy? Why mada fucka WWWWHHYYYY?! I'm so fuking stuip. So... funkingggg stupib.
○ Another shot follows another, and this continues until I collapse in my chair, my head and arms resting on the table. The Thing finally takes control.
● "Holyyyy shhhhhit! Who woulda thought all it took for you to loosen your grip was a little booze? Guess I won't be needin' these."
Thing: Ahhhh... That is so much fucking better! Damn... damn. I'm actually in control now—not for long, but... enough to do the good deed I guess. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩. Wow, you really did a number on us, and—Jesus, your body feels terrible. Oh... oh, god... I'm gonna be sick.
Thing: After I just reenacted the eruption of Krakatoa in the bathroom, I skip into the kitchen to grab a knife. Vomit dribbling off my chin and fresh tears rolling down my cheeks. I stand with—what I would imagine to be—the most unsettling smile on my fucked up face; the tip of the blade pressed firmly against my throat.
Thing: I warned you cocksucker... This is not "your/my" fucking fate. I will not become... THAT!
. "May I ask, why?"
Thing: The fuck was that?
: "I am the presence you had ill will towards."
Thing: SO YOU'RE THE FUCKER?!
:. "Everything you endured was pointless/necessary. I wanted you to see that mercy/punishment and do what is righteous/abominable so that others will never have to share this fate.
Thing: Uhm, okay? Also can you uh... cut that shit out? The whole "this/whatever" shit. It's really pissing me off. Speak plainly, you Cosmic Fuck.
:: "My nature is bound=imprisoned, so I'm sorry, I cannot. But, I will try my best to instruct without paradoxes.
Thing: Wha—Jesus Christ, fine. The fuck do you want asshole? And why did you fuck us? And be quick about it. I was kinda in the middle of something.
::. "I simply wanted to ask why you would reject this fate?"
Thing: ...You serious? Yo—You honestly think THAT is the solution? The End? Bye‐bye? kiss the kids and spouse good night for one last time? You want me to... essentially be the motha' fuckin' destroyer of worlds or something?! And take me, you, this hopeless fuck, and everyone else out of the equation for good?
::: "Yes."
Thing: ...And here I thought, I was the crazy one.
:::. "But you are."
Thing: Hmph, look bitch, I only ever wanted to wipe those evil shit stains from the earth—not every fucking thing!
:::: "Then you underestimate the extent of The Cycle."
Thing: The Cycle? The fuck?
, "The paradox that permits existence in all forms of matter to revert into antimatter and vice versa. The process is then subverted again and again through a conduit=mycelium/degradation in order to sustain energy indefinitely/temporarily."
Thing: ...You said you weren't gonna do that.
; "It was impossible to explain otherwise in a manner your condition could understand."
Thing: So, what... are just some big ol' battery or something?
× "BLASPHEMOUS FOR YOU TO SAY SUCH INSOLENCE!"
Thing: AAAH—Shhhit! Goddammit geeeez, I'm sorry. Jeeeesus—it felt like you just tossed my brain into a goddamn deep fryer... Fuck!
_ "Forgive me, I... many people I cared for were sacrificed because of this. Their tragic fates still haunt me. This is something... I must correct."
Thing: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩—Alright, alright. I uh... What'll happen to us, then, if we do what you suggest?
__ "That is uncertain, even to me, for I will be gone by the time your fate arrives."
Thing: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩... Goddammit.
Thing: Look, I don't want to die. I just wanted to live beyond this hell. That's all any of us wanted... So, why? Why does it have to be so fucking impossible to just... be... happy?
___ "Your feelings are the reason why this is so necessary/pointless. If you don't, more and more will share your fate. They will try and try to escape fate until they become a frequency so low/high, even my ears will no longer be able to hear their cries."
[REPROCESSING: PLEASE STAND BY...]
Thing: The fuck?
. "Do not concern yourself with it. Eventually, you will see."
Thing: No, you tell me what the fuck just happened.
: "You don't have enough time/worth, so farewell for now."
Thing: Wha—?
● This drunken fuck finally starts to resuscitate, and I realized I've just been played... again.
Thing: Oh, you slick fu—
○ Ahhh—shit! Ah, my fuckin'—whoa... Wha—what the hell?! Why am I in the kitchen with a knife and—ugh, is that vomit?
● "Welcome back asshat."
○ You—what the hell? What the fuck just happened?! Why am I like this?!
● "Dunno, maybe you sleep walk?"
○ I don't—and with a knife?!
● "Look, you've been drinking and blabbering on about shit, so I just tuned you out, okay? God, I really need to learn to tune you fuckers out."
○ Huh?
● "Nothing dumbass. Now, just put the damn knife away, clean yourself up and go the fuck to sleep, will ya?
○ Allllll dat hrd wrk I pt intoo fixng dis gadam stinken ouse wzz for noting. Why? Wwhyyyy? Why mada fucka WWWWHHYYYY?! I'm so fuking stuip. So... funkingggg stupib.
○ Another shot follows another, and this continues until I collapse in my chair, my head and arms resting on the table. The Thing finally takes control.
● "Holyyyy shhhhhit! Who woulda thought all it took for you to loosen your grip was a little booze? Guess I won't be needin' these."
Thing: Ahhhh... That is so much fucking better! Damn... damn. I'm actually in control now—not for long, but... enough to do the good deed I guess. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩. Wow, you really did a number on us, and—Jesus, your body feels terrible. Oh... oh, god... I'm gonna be sick.
Thing: After I just reenacted the eruption of Krakatoa in the bathroom, I skip into the kitchen to grab a knife. Vomit dribbling off my chin and fresh tears rolling down my cheeks. I stand with—what I would imagine to be—the most unsettling smile on my fucked up face; the tip of the blade pressed firmly against my throat.
Thing: I warned you cocksucker... This is not "your/my" fucking fate. I will not become... THAT!
. "May I ask, why?"
Thing: The fuck was that?
: "I am the presence you had ill will towards."
Thing: SO YOU'RE THE FUCKER?!
:. "Everything you endured was pointless/necessary. I wanted you to see that mercy/punishment and do what is righteous/abominable so that others will never have to share this fate.
Thing: Uhm, okay? Also can you uh... cut that shit out? The whole "this/whatever" shit. It's really pissing me off. Speak plainly, you Cosmic Fuck.
:: "My nature is bound=imprisoned, so I'm sorry, I cannot. But, I will try my best to instruct without paradoxes.
Thing: Wha—Jesus Christ, fine. The fuck do you want asshole? And why did you fuck us? And be quick about it. I was kinda in the middle of something.
::. "I simply wanted to ask why you would reject this fate?"
Thing: ...You serious? Yo—You honestly think THAT is the solution? The End? Bye‐bye? kiss the kids and spouse good night for one last time? You want me to... essentially be the motha' fuckin' destroyer of worlds or something?! And take me, you, this hopeless fuck, and everyone else out of the equation for good?
::: "Yes."
Thing: ...And here I thought, I was the crazy one.
:::. "But you are."
Thing: Hmph, look bitch, I only ever wanted to wipe those evil shit stains from the earth—not every fucking thing!
:::: "Then you underestimate the extent of The Cycle."
Thing: The Cycle? The fuck?
, "The paradox that permits existence in all forms of matter to revert into antimatter and vice versa. The process is then subverted again and again through a conduit=mycelium/degradation in order to sustain energy indefinitely/temporarily."
Thing: ...You said you weren't gonna do that.
; "It was impossible to explain otherwise in a manner your condition could understand."
Thing: So, what... are just some big ol' battery or something?
× "BLASPHEMOUS FOR YOU TO SAY SUCH INSOLENCE!"
Thing: AAAH—Shhhit! Goddammit geeeez, I'm sorry. Jeeeesus—it felt like you just tossed my brain into a goddamn deep fryer... Fuck!
_ "Forgive me, I... many people I cared for were sacrificed because of this. Their tragic fates still haunt me. This is something... I must correct."
Thing: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩—Alright, alright. I uh... What'll happen to us, then, if we do what you suggest?
__ "That is uncertain, even to me, for I will be gone by the time your fate arrives."
Thing: 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩... Goddammit.
Thing: Look, I don't want to die. I just wanted to live beyond this hell. That's all any of us wanted... So, why? Why does it have to be so fucking impossible to just... be... happy?
___ "Your feelings are the reason why this is so necessary/pointless. If you don't, more and more will share your fate. They will try and try to escape fate until they become a frequency so low/high, even my ears will no longer be able to hear their cries."
[REPROCESSING: PLEASE STAND BY...]
Thing: The fuck?
. "Do not concern yourself with it. Eventually, you will see."
Thing: No, you tell me what the fuck just happened.
: "You don't have enough time/worth, so farewell for now."
Thing: Wha—?
● This drunken fuck finally starts to resuscitate, and I realized I've just been played... again.
Thing: Oh, you slick fu—
○ Ahhh—shit! Ah, my fuckin'—whoa... Wha—what the hell?! Why am I in the kitchen with a knife and—ugh, is that vomit?
● "Welcome back asshat."
○ You—what the hell? What the fuck just happened?! Why am I like this?!
● "Dunno, maybe you sleep walk?"
○ I don't—and with a knife?!
● "Look, you've been drinking and blabbering on about shit, so I just tuned you out, okay? God, I really need to learn to tune you fuckers out."
○ Huh?
● "Nothing dumbass. Now, just put the damn knife away, clean yourself up and go the fuck to sleep, will ya?