socializing is WEIRD || forever written

[jthm]

Dear DIEary,

The task for today was to be social. Go around the castle and the gardens, talk to people, make new friends, attempt not to kill anyone and the like.

Which was more bullshit than anything.

Seriously, I lived my whole life without friends, I don't need them now. Man this suddenly reminds me of the time that one kid tried to befriend me and ended up with his intestines pulled out. True story.

But while I'm at it, I might as well outline the people who actually caught my eye.

There was a little girl named Matilda who was playing in the gardens. She reminds me of Squee so she shall be my new Squee. But since she's a girl, I'll call her Squeak.

Hurt her and I will personally pour liquid drain cleaner drown your throat then skin you and turn your bones into wall decor.

Understood? Great.

Now on to nail bunny, sans nail. He's like, that weird voice of reason that, apparently, gives out free chocolates. I didn't get chocolate but whatever.
I like this new bunny. Sucks that I can't see him though.
I mean how the fuck am I going to nail him to the wall if I can't even see him.

Guh, all of the frustrations.

Whatever.

Oh! There's also this one guy who I sing duets with. A truly classy man in my opinions but I don't really know his name so...

Is he a dream?

Everyone left the castle to do some shit that I don't really care about. But they still won't let me shove rats into the blender.

I wish for a Cherry Brain Freezie.

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[jimfromit]

You'll be surprised how many people have asked that about me.

Oh but we could tell each other our names new friend...but then that special air of mystery would be gone forever. :-(

[jthm]

Me tell you my name?

Dinner first <3

[jimfromit]

[He weighs up the idea...he likes Johnny. They seem to have the same sense of humour...which in Paradisa was rare.

So why not?]

Name a time and place and I'm all yours. :-)

[jthm]

7 pm. Ballroom.

[jimfromit]

It's a date.

[So he'll be there on time as always in his black suit and sitting at a table.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...

Kiddo-

[Wow how do you even START?]

You can't nail me to the wall.

[jthm]

...Super glue?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

No! I'm not being stuck to the wall by any means!

[jthm]

Aw..

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I don't know why you're so bloody obsessed to nailing me to the wall anyway.

oh wow I just saw this now ;;;;;

[jthm]

Because it'll remind me of home.

lmao it's ok

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...A bunny nailed to a wall reminds you of home?

[jthm]

among other things, yes.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

What other things?

[jthm]

blood. A LOT of blood.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...

You know, I was expecting that. But I'm still surprised.

[jthm]

you probably wouldn't understand...

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Try me.

[jthm]

I don't know if I want to. My story isn't something I could just say with ease...and not on this stupid magical dieary that everyone could read.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Neither is mine. But there are filters, too.

[Filtered to this guy]

Like this. Now only you can read this.

[jthm]

Hm...

I kill people.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...What sort of people?

[jthm]

I'm not really picky. Mostly people who deserve to die but sometimes I'd kill random people who piss me off too...

anything to keep my bloody wall...bloody.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...

And you keep the wall bloody because?

[He's getting a touch worried now, yup]

[jthm]

Because if I don't, the monster behind it would get out and I don't really know what would happen after that.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[WELL]

There's no way to placate it otherwise? Like going to a butchers?

[jthm]

You know I never thought of that...but it just won't feel the same.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

It's better than killing people though.

[jthm]

I'm an artist, you know. Killing is my way of expressing myself since my art went into the shit hole years ago.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Killing people isn't an art, kid. You do it if you have to, not to express any...creativity out of it.

[jthm]

I kill people so that the monster behind my wall doesn't escape. But that doesn't mean I can't do it with an artistic flare.

At least nail bunny didn't judge me...

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

No offence but nail bunny sounded very dead.

[jthm]

Oh he was very much, very dead. But he still talked to me a lot...made me feel human.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...Huh. [Kid you have so many issues, where does he even start]

What did he tell you about the...blood?

[jthm]

Actually, he'd never ask me to kill anyone. Nailbunny was my "voice of reason", my dead jiminy cricket, the only thing keeping me sane.

And it sucks that he's not here...

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...Then you'll just have to have a new one here.

But I'm not going to be nailed to anything, you hear?

[jthm]

...Johnny.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...Johnny?

[jthm]

You want to be my new conscience right? Might as well know my name.

Just don't tell anyone else or I swear I'll turn you into a coat.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...Then I consider it an honour.

[He chuckles] I'd like to see you try. But I won't tell anyone. I know secrets, they're important.

[jthm]

Good to know.

I can't have people knowing who I am, not yet anyway.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Why all the secrecy?

[jthm]

When your hobby is killing people, that last thing you want is to have the survivors know your name.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Ah, so you do/i> have survivors.

[jthm]

A few, yes.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

That's good to know.