[Yeah, she's just... going to keep staring really hard into the treetops. They're still barren... but it's better than having to look Envy in the eye and see what's accompanying that tightness in his words.]
Stanley.
His name was Stanley.
I don't think I ever knew him back when I was actually in the cult. He would've been... older. Like a teenager. We wouldn'tve interacted, at the time.
But in the years I was gone... I guess he got obsessed enough that even the other cultists wanted him put away... nobody wanted to hear his creepy bullshit.
But... when all the shit went down, and I had to go back... I don't know how he found out about me, about who I'd become... He'd already spent years building up this fucking... fantasy world where we were lovers, and by the time I actually showed up...
The whole TIME, he was following me, leaving notes and little dolls, writing about all the shit he wanted to do. And telling me-- ME-- how much I wanted him to do it! Telling me all this shit about me that he MADE UP, that he was making up for YEARS, the whole time I was growing up.
I couldn't see him, didn't know where he was, but he-- he had to have been close, because his notes got more and more detailed, like we were carrying on a conversation, and they'd reference things I was doing...
It was-- he wrote me a fucking POEM about how he wanted to chew my lips off and gouge out my eyes while I screamed and cried, and the way he described it was like a fucking PORNO! He used the word 'obscenely'!
Oh, my god!
Why the fuck would anyone do that?!
[As frequently happened, her voice had unknowingly been rising in volume as she spoke, and that last exclamation actually caused several Pidgeys to go whirring off out of the tree she'd been staring at. She clicks her jaws shut, realizing just how loud she'd gotten.]
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Stanley.
His name was Stanley.
I don't think I ever knew him back when I was actually in the cult. He would've been... older. Like a teenager. We wouldn'tve interacted, at the time.
But in the years I was gone... I guess he got obsessed enough that even the other cultists wanted him put away... nobody wanted to hear his creepy bullshit.
But... when all the shit went down, and I had to go back... I don't know how he found out about me, about who I'd become... He'd already spent years building up this fucking... fantasy world where we were lovers, and by the time I actually showed up...
The whole TIME, he was following me, leaving notes and little dolls, writing about all the shit he wanted to do. And telling me-- ME-- how much I wanted him to do it! Telling me all this shit about me that he MADE UP, that he was making up for YEARS, the whole time I was growing up.
I couldn't see him, didn't know where he was, but he-- he had to have been close, because his notes got more and more detailed, like we were carrying on a conversation, and they'd reference things I was doing...
It was-- he wrote me a fucking POEM about how he wanted to chew my lips off and gouge out my eyes while I screamed and cried, and the way he described it was like a fucking PORNO! He used the word 'obscenely'!
Oh, my god!
Why the fuck would anyone do that?!
[As frequently happened, her voice had unknowingly been rising in volume as she spoke, and that last exclamation actually caused several Pidgeys to go whirring off out of the tree she'd been staring at. She clicks her jaws shut, realizing just how loud she'd gotten.]