Trust Issues

I love how Wayward and Kenny (Links direct you to the posts that relate to their stay here) trust me and yet don't at the same time. They should love a log while unless the Fears decide to just end the chase or if they let their guard down and get killed.

Anyway, it's now dawned on them that I am not going to kill them, or outright if they think I am going to kill them at all. I haven't cooked, but set them to cook. That way they don't have to fear poison and they can learn to use some of the camping gear I got them. Wayward has to carry more fuel for the cookers, as I assume she would use them for other purposes.

Anyway, reading their blogs, I feel confused whether or not to leave a comment... I mean, we are in the same house. So I'll just say out in the open here on my blog. Kenny and Wayward, I have all the information you would need in paper and in an ebook format for you. You can have them after the interviews. Yes, I'm also interviewing you too, Wayward. After the exchange, you can ask questions of me.

I think that's everything... Just shoot me email or comments otherwise.

OH! I forgot something important.

INSANITY is here too. Not here here, thank fully, but by his blog and my first hand knowledge, he will kill you.

If you see a 23 year old with a slight accent that wears a trenchcoat (A current thing, he also wears cloaks, jackets and hoodies) and has a tomahawk. May or may not have a mask on, but if not, be wary. Brown hair and brown eyes with a plain face that you would pass over without noting. Oh, if unmasked, awfully polite. I have a new found love for polite gentlemen and would actually consider going straight for Mitch if he weren't so fucked with the Fears.

I wonder if INSANITY is meeting up with Daisy Chain... since he said he was going to see The Wooden Doll and she is mostly in the Screaming Tower, where Daisy Chain is...

Oh god, the issues that will arise.

Explanations

Okay, just a little message for you all.

If I need to explain something on Insanation or on here, don't fret to ask. Also, if you need to contact me, my email is on my profile...

I don't like explaining anything on Insanation because well.... INSANITY scares the shit out of me.

Also, as a multi-Fear proxy, I like to say that I enjoy serving the Blind Man. So long I take a tome to fill memories with or drop off a full tome (which is kinda hard to do when you can't control the skill... I just walk around for a day and sometime later the tome would be full. Only the timing is horrible, as in if I need it, I can't use it and when talking with people and they suddenly forget their childhood.... well.... it's awkward.) and he doesn't care where I am going or what I am doing...  hence why I am in this world and no one is trying to stop me or ask what I am doing... yet.

Oh, and if Emily's rudely written post on me before doesn't make sense, I serve Sir Slender (Every time I call him that, he nods, so why not call him that all the time?)  Jack Frost (Who just "plays" with me and thanks to him, can survive the cold, cause well, I haven't died yet in near freezing temperature and my body has actually conditioned to it... or what ever actually happened to allow me to not be cold.), The Blind Man (who hasn't taken my memories yet...), the Smiling Man (He gives me red roses... on  a scale of 1 to 10, how deeply scared should I be because I am a lesbian and really don't hope that a male Fear wants me in that way...), the Manufactured Newborn (Who gives me an itch to change my wardrobe to completely Steam Punk... and stole my phone and gave me a bone watch which I "lost" on the way to Dogscape) and The Vision... Because seeing the future in my sleep is so fun when I have no idea why I keep seeing Grayskins... Are they allies, enemies or me, Mitch and Em in the future? I have no idea, a fortune teller woul probably bring better results, and most of them are fakes.

I am so useless at being a servant... I mean, why am I a multi-Fear proxy and yet am given shitty skills? I can't control my memory theft, I was not given any useful combat skills or abilities, see the future when I sleep but it's entirely vague and I can travel between worlds... top that with my good looks, incredible memory that everyone loved and hated (I miss my normal friends... but they all got killed...) and had my lightbulb moments, I'm pretty much useless to Fears because I am just witness pretty much because most of their work is "Kill this" or "Destroy that" and INSANITY and sanity can handle that solo. Hell, Emily gets jobs, and all I get to do is sit around like a fucking idiot who has no fucking clue what they are to do.


Okay, I calmed down now... Anyway, I'm taken it upon myself to act now, and surprisingly it might go without a hitch... assuming this worlds Fears don't decide to fuck with me and those I am dealing with will trust me.

Than again, would you trust me in person? A 23 year old who will never get to be a reporter on TV?

Anyway, I will leave it here. Headache is starting to feel like a giant conga party of Dying Man in my head. Yes, my sense of humor is horrible, sue me. Later all.

OH OH OH, and I got your email Knight, but will respond when I don't have a killer head ache. I got told to update Insanation and decided to post on here and yeah... my headache hates me for it. I'll write that theory for you later. Feel free to post up more Documents until then.

Oh hey, I arrived! I hate buses. -.-

Oh

So... Blair died.

I'm shocked that such a strong person can actually die but the likes of Daisy Chain, and INSANITY for that matter, can break ideas and prove you wrong.

And I feel sorry for sanity, who also liked Blair. INSANITY has been gloating and keeps making comments about finding Daisy Chain and sharing wine with her. Emily kicked him in the shins and before she or I can react, INSANITY slapped her.

"Just because sanity won't hurt a girl, doesn't mean I won't. I would have killed you after the Wooden Girl was done with you if it werent for sanity needing something to distract himself with."

The poor girl loves sanity but with INSANITY in possession, and for a long time too, I predict her poor little heart will break. I hate the Red Cap for tempering with such a poor child. Making poor Emily more receptive to the Red Cap's charm that Mitch's body has.

Hopefully we can get home soon. Or Dimensional Bleeding does us a favor and take us home forcefully for us.

And I wonder why Leola Hood is talking about a Robert when she was with Scape and Grant. And INSANITY's post on Insanation and his current calculation look has me worried.

So many worries and sadness in the world of late. The only good news I can at least think of is Sarah, Lois, Will and Arthur surviving Vincent's attack. But then I think of the baby and I'm sad again.

Fucking hell, why doesn't someone have something GOOD to post about?

Emily Allenby

Emily and I are staying in the house we found as sanity goes out to scout the area and grab more food, as Emily and I don't trust it. Well, INSANITY dislikes it and sanity would rather eat worms and bugs than eat dog flesh, but he is a dog person. Emily? She doesn't want to it eat it unless she has no choice. I think she is a dog person too...

Anyway, we alone and she was getting bored from doing some maths on her tablet (She was really bored of the books she had on the thing and her games too) and so she asked about what I did before I was a proxy. studying to be a reporter, I remembered the conversation well, so here is a quick transcript:

Em - So, where did you study and what did you want to do?
Me - I was studying Journalism in Monash Uni. Do you know that place?
Em - Maybe. Universities are in different places but with the same name, so I have no idea.
Me - I just noticed this, but you're awfully mature for your age.
Em - ....


At this point I pulled my laptop up, got this all done and told Em that I wanted to interview her, get her story.

The poor thing, her blond hair in twin ponytails today, her green eyes close to tears and her lips were trembling. She is about to speak about her past possibly for the first time... and she agrees that I can post this all afterwards.

Here, I'll let her write down why she want's to share her story.


Emily -
While we were at home, the wooden girl monster would make me a puppet. I could not do anything, other than do as she wanted me too. All the things I said before on posts and comments, I'm sorry. Since we left and Lyron has been looking after me, I think I should tell everyone why daddy was mean to me, because like Mitch said in his first post, he hurt me a lot.


Okay, She wanted to write more but the poor thing is in tears. I'll just transcribe for her as she tells me. And after hearing her story, I added this here but I didn't force this one her. She wanted to tell someone, and she wanted it on here, for her own reasons. She won't tell.

"When I was eight, Mummy died. Daddy would always drink after that. One day, I think a month after Mummy left, I dropped the beer bottles I was putting away for Daddy. He started yelling at me. And then he hit me. Every time I did something wrong, he would hit me. Then one time he got really really drunk, and then he came into my room and woke me up. He pulled me out of my bed, bent me over and then I thought he was going to hit me again, because he was trying to undo his belt. He hits me with it, sometimes. This time he didn't hit me, but pulled his pant's down."

She stopped there and won't say much through her tears. I shall finish her story for her from what I learnt from her over these few days (or is it weeks? Time flies over me now, I've lost my sense for it).

She suffered  three years of this abuse. She never left the house since the abuse started, her father had moved them to an old house in the middle of now where. She just vanished from records, from what I gathered. Her father wasn't stupid enough to not use protection, thankfully. A week before she met Mitch, her life went from Hell to the Pits of Hell. The Wooden Girl decided she wanted to conduct things. And then she was lost in a city, which we all know now as The Empty City. Later on, the Wooden Girl picked her up and made her dance for sanity and oh god Emily and I are bawling tears. Im hugging her as I type this.

This story was Emily Allenby and how the Fears traded her life in Hell for a far more dangerous one.. I hope for her sake we find her a home away from home so she doesn't have to deal with this again.

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I know that wasn't really an interview, but still, Emily's story... I'm scared for her. I'm scared for you runners, both human and proxy. Yes. Even the proxies that are hurt. I feel sorry for you all. I just hope that one day, I can get your stories, and share them for you as I learn with you, laugh with you and cry with you. I just hope They let us do so.

After this business in Dogscape, and we find our way back through the many Doors/rifts/rips (It looks like a Door, but INSANITY and sanity say the other and Emily thinks we are all insane, even the Dying Man) back to our world (I would break down if we got lost and ended up in an alternate reality) , I'm going to be taking a little break from Australia. Heck, sure I'm made what I am just to cull the Aussie runners, but surely I should be able to contact other people overseas.

There is something I want to do, a little back story of mine that needs to be finished.

So yeah... I think that's enough from me now... both Emily and myself have something off our chests now... Her story and my worries. I'll post anything else important that INSANITY can't know here, so check Insanation of Sanity (I really need to inquire further on such a name for a blog.) for updates.

And if you are reading this INSANITY... well actually I can't do shit all to you, even if I could fight, I know you will use sanity against me. Just don't kick the wounded, please. If you read this, I beg you leave them alone.

With that, I leave you my lovely readers.

P.S. I love not having to sign comments and posts anymore.

Lion Puns, because I can.

Made myself a blog because I can't exactly use Insanation of Sanity as a vent and keeping logs of my activities there will get my ass on one of INSANITY's torture tables/pits/rooms/ect.

Anyway, yes, I made this blog and used Lion puns because lion sounds like Lyron and it's ironic since I am so fucking useless at combat. sanity offered to help train me but getting my ass kicked by Emily 10 times in a roll hurt my ego more than my already bruised and sore body.

But yes, don't expect many puns now. I just wanted to be funny and will likely regret this blog for using the puns.