first of many || written

[jthm]

Dear DIEary,

I remember getting shot in the face, now I'm in some disney castle. I mean I know heaven is supposed to be a happy place but I didn't think god would base it off dineyland. But here's the clincher DIEary, I don't think I died. You're supposed to feel calmer and all the shit right?

I don't feel it.

People here are watching me, staring, judging. I don't know what to feel.

I met a flying egg that called itself the easter bunny. Another fucking voice trying to control me? No guns to be found in the disney castle.

I need another way out.

Comments

Dictated - Just assume that they've met and had terse introductions and the like, lol

[kid_apocalypse]

I know how it feels to be judged, to have people look at you and not really see you. It feels terrible, but...no one around here's gonna judge you. We're all a little weird, in our own ways.

Anyway, there's really no way to leave. A lot of people have tried, but the castle keeps us here until it thinks it's our time to go.

Written.

[jimfromit]

[Ah another person fluent in crazy.]

So what you're basically asking here is...is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy?

[no_ghost]

Hey just think, you got a free trip to Disney! Isn't that every kid's dream?

[jthm]

Oh I do have a soft spot for that song. But yeah that's pretty much the gist of it. I get shot in the face and I end in disney land. So I wanna know what exactly's happening here.

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

[jthm]

Not mine.

[jimfromit]

It seemed rather fitting.

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.

Welcome to castle Paradisa...not quite as dull as disneyland but still tedious.

[jthm]

Paradisa? I hardly consider this a paradise. But then it's better than living in a tiny house with a wall monster. Just wish I was able to bring along my toys...

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

[jimfromit]

Toys?

Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.

[jthm]

Guns, knives, hooks...my bomb making kit...toys.

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

[jimfromit]

Aw now that sounds like my kind of playtime.

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,

[no_ghost]

Okay, granted, not mine either but someone out there is sure to be envious of your situation!

[jthm]

I highly doubt anyone would be envious of me.

[jthm]

Really now? Not many people agree with my methods. But I suppose I'll just have to make do with a pen and a kitchen knife or something. Not the most interesting killing tools though...maybe I could find a kazoo...

Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

[jimfromit]

You sir…sound like an artist.

Maybe it would be neighbourly if some kind soul kept an eye out for potential killing materials for you in the near future?

[Not the assault rifle he got from Mr Saxophone of course...Christ Jim’s not that much of a slut he gives it away on a first date.]


Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.

[jthm]

Oh kind and wonderful stranger, I can kill a man with just about anything I could get my hands on.
But it would be a shame to turn down such a beautiful offer.

Just wish you'd buy me dinner first.

Anyway the wind blows...

[no_ghost]

Wow, you're a positive ray of sunshine aren't you?!

[jthm]

Forever and always