No News Is Bad News

I wish I had something to report. The source my former host sent me to was a giant bust. Not only had he never heard of anyone being trapped like Sam, but he went on to try to persuade me that thinking his predicament is true is actually just a psychological side effect of exposure to the monster.

I'm not crazy, and I'm not delusional. I attempted to get out of there in a hurry, but I ran into a little snag in the form of the source deciding that I needed to be contained 'for my own protection'. He also took that opportunity to confiscate Sam's laptop and my staff. Bastard tried to take Jill away too, but she attacked him when he tried to get her away.

That probably saved my life, to be honest. The guy kept coming in to poke and prod at me, trying to figure out why the monster had left me alone for so long. That was when I discovered that my former host hadn't realized what his 'old friend' had been up to lately. Apparently he'd fallen in with another monster. He'd come in wearing robes and do increasingly screwed up things-ranging from giving me a full physical to slicing off the scarred over symbol on my shoulder and putting it under a microscope.

Occasionally he'd come in with Sam's laptop and let me get online to comment on things so that nobody realized I was missing. He'd watch over my shoulder so I couldn't reach out for help or anything.


And then he came in with rope and told me he was cutting me open, and that I would probably survive the procedure. I signaled Jill to attack and we managed to overpower him and escape. As tempted as I was to lock him into the room I'd been kept in, I knew no one would find him and let him out in time.

But, we're out again, and running like hell. My only lead was a bust. I don't know where to go next.

Nice Try

I'm back on the road now. It feels a little strange after a couple months spent living in a real place, and a steady one. But after years and years on the street, I'm a little surprised I got used to having a bed so quickly. I guess that's how it goes, though. If it weren't for Sam, being homeless would feel like nothing more than a bad dream.

I don't want that to happen, so it's for the best that I'm on the road again, headed to parts unknown. I left three days ago, my former host had someone attempt to smuggle me out and send me on my way.  Unsurprisingly, I was followed. Three of what I assume must have been hollowed but could have been others like Moth, I suppose, tailed me for a few hours. When the car stopped, they ambushed me. They weren't particularly challenging to deal with, I had Jill and my broom handle, so between the two of us I managed to knock them out and ditch them. I'm sure I know who sent them.

I'm safe and sound and well away from my tails. Next stop will be something a bit more useful.

No luck

I can't find anything about this anywhere. It would help if I knew where to start, but aside from blogs, which are so contradictory as to be completely worthless, I can't find anywhere to look into this stuff. My Host has made noises about pointing me in the right direction-but that'll mean leaving, and once I've left it will probably be way too dangerous for me to come back for quite a while, and I have to admit that the thought doesn't appeal to me at all.

Still, I'll do anything to help Sam. So I'll probably hit the road soon. Jill's trained well enough I trust she'll stick by my side. I guess I'm going to go follow this lead.

Sam

I know what I'm doing. I had another dream about Sam last night. They're not just dreams, though I really should have been able to guess that, considering he warned me about the Monster.

The Monster has him trapped, somehow. I'm not sure if he's still alive or if his spirit is what's trapped. Either way, I have to help him. I just don't know how yet.

All Quiet on the Western Front

I wish I had more to say, lately, but everything has been so quiet that the most interesting thing I have to report is what I had for dinner last night. Since Picasso has left, there's been not even the slightest hint of trouble. My Host doesn't know quite what to make of it, and honestly, neither do I.

It's been quite a while since I've seen any sign of the monster. A couple months, in fact. And since then, nothing. Everything I've read and been told says that it's extremely unusual. I don't know what to think.

I don't know how monsters work, but I do know how people work. And if it were a person doing this, I'd think they wanted to scare me off but didn't care enough to bother with me. There's been a lot of cheap scare tactics like having people hunt me down and attack me, but not bother to try to seriously harm me.

So maybe it just wanted to scare me off. Maybe it's just gotten bored, and will come back and kill me later. I don't know. I don't think there really is a way to know. But I feel like I should make use of this time to do something worthwhile while I can. I just have to figure out what that should be.

Safety

By the time my last post went up, Picasso was in all actuality already evacuated from the house. At this point, no one but her and possibly Moth knows where she is. I'm not giving you another go at attacking her, Fracture.

She's my friend, and I will defend her as such. 

It's pretty quiet around here with just our host around in addition to myself-a big change from the shouting and chaos of Picasso's visit. But it's not all bad. I've got the dog, whom I've named Jill, to train. She's pretty smart, and is taking to it very well. She follows me around like a shadow these days.

And of course I have to start working on my next move. I can't stay here forever, as nice as it is. I'll have to get moving soon.

Minor Emergency

Our host is probably getting very fed up with the two of us at present. He now has some really nasty bloodstains on  his carpet and furniture to deal with in addition to all the other chaos. I seem to have forgotten that as much as I enjoy her company, Picasso is still a bit... unstable, I guess would be the best way to put it.

So when she saw that I'd inadvertently given away her location as being here with me, she flipped out. Smashed Sam's laptop, came raging in attacking me and calling me a traitor. She was convinced that I was working for Fracture, that I'd sold her out, and that I wanted her dead. Nothing our host or I could say could convince her of the truth. Despite our best efforts and our host's indignation, she tore open a portal to the Path right in the middle of the common area.

That was almost the end of my dealings with Picasso (at least positive dealings). Fracture is a clever bastard, however, and there was an ambush waiting for her. A few minutes later she popped back in, bleeding heavily and clearly out of commission again. She collapsed to the floor, much to my alarm.

Despite our host's protests that she could bleed to death for almost bringing Fracture's people in here, I got her patched up again, and she's recovering while we try to figure out how to get her out of here without her getting attacked. I don't know how well she'd do in her current state.