《Project [Mensis]》 Chapter 1: Is this working? Okay, so how exactly do I make a blog? Never made one before, but I guess I¡¯ll treat it like a diary. Only ever tried making a diary once, but otherwise I¡¯m lost¡­ Gods above, what am I even doing right now? Writing a blog, Seriously? Just what has my life come to¡­ My name is¡­ well nevermind, it''s best if you don''t know my name anyway. I¡¯ll be changing it eventually, any suggestions? But, onto writing the actual blog. The ONE day we finally get a big client in the shop with their mysterious artifact, my coworker comes along and starts touching everything while I''m still working! I swear, that [naughty word] was trying to screw me over by messing with the artifact while I was inspecting it! And you know the worst part? After he spent all that time prancing around messing with my stuff, the [naughty word] thing blew up in my face cause of that [naughty word]! If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. No naughty words! -?????????????????? ?????? Next thing I know, I''m blamed for the explosion, I get laid off, and the next thing I know, doctors are saying I got mana radiation from the blast?! Like what, are you now going to tell me I have cancer now too? It didn¡¯t help that their immediate treatment didn''t work, ¡®cause of course there just wasn¡¯t a simple fix¡­ then, they just sent me home without even doing anything besides the checkup, who does that?! And now I¡¯m here, making this blog or whatever for no real reason, cause I just so happen to get this random app on my phone with no warning. Saying crap like "Make your first blog post. Join hundreds. Gain rewards." Yeah, cause of course this isn''t some kinda scam or virus. But screw it, my life just crumbled down around me, so why not? Great. I have no idea how to post this. Alright mysterious app thingy, I¡¯ve made my blog or whatever. Can I get my rewards now? Depends. - ?????????????????? ????? Chapter 2: this is working. Day two of writing this blog thing, and I still don¡¯t know how the [Naughty Word] it got onto my phone in the first place, but whatever. No news about any kind of [Naughty Word] reward, but there is a new option on the menu: the shop. It shows my views and favorites as currency; what even are those? Maybe they are something people reading my blog are able to give? Hopefully, the future me will have the answers... who still needs a name. Today, I tried looking up some names. I searched through some baby name lists, but nothing clicked. I¡¯ll keep looking though. Also, when I went to look at my previous blog post, it said I¡¯d gained 46 views and 3 favorites, so I¡¯m assuming that''s what the currency meant. I wonder if people have to pay money to give them; Speaking of currency, I really need to find a new job now that I¡¯ve been fired. I''ve never really had a chance to think about what career I want to go into since I managed to get into magic item appraisal, though I guess now I¡¯ll have the opportunity to do so. For anyone who¡¯s wondering about my old job, it was an endless grind; every day I¡¯d get new clients who¡¯d bring me their items. All of which they have zero clue about. So then we have to make certain they didn¡¯t just bring some common [Naughty Word] to us without knowing any better. If it isn¡¯t anything common (though 99% of the time it is), then we start the actual process of identifying it. It always felt like opening up a present, you never knew what you were going to get¡ªsomething only spoken of in legends or some pretty normal, uncommon loot. The best part of it all was always the commission fee we¡¯d get from the rarer items. I¡¯m going to miss that job, honestly. Do you enjoy making more work for me? Say another naughty word. I dare you. -?????????????????? ?????? Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. Sorry if that bored anyone, but I must still be attached to my old job. Maybe I could find another employer, although my reputation has been ruined, which means there¡¯s a fat chance of that happening. Honestly, I want to go with an old dream of mine and become a dungeon delver. And not just any dungeon delver, but one of the best. Everyone¡¯s always called me a bit bloodthirsty. So I may as well lean into it, right? It¡¯s going to take the majority of my savings to do so, though, considering how pricy the equipment can be. Maybe this app¡¯s rewards can help? I saw in the shop that they offered actual money in exchange for follows and favorites. Even if I managed to get all the equipment necessary, I¡¯d have to find an org. Which, if you didn¡¯t already know, are formed of veteran dungeon delvers and experienced merchants who sell off the cores and loot. They also have a monopoly on access to any dungeons (so you have to join if you want access). Everyone I¡¯ve read about always complains about the upper management of orgs but surely it can¡¯t be all that bad, right? The job does make them a ton of money from the vital mana cores. Tomorrow, I¡¯ll head over to the headquarters of an org to see their requirements. If any of you guys have any suggestions, feel free. Another thing¡ªthis is really random¡ªbut this morning during my routine, I was brushing my hair like normal, and a ton of hair came out? It has me stressed, but maybe it¡¯s a one-time occurrence. I¡¯ve heard some really good things about hair creams for this type of stuff, so I¡¯m thinking about looking into that. Another medicine I¡¯ve heard good things about is Derumine; it¡¯s pretty new but comes in pill form and stops most hair loss, along with a whole host of other cosmetic things. This blog''s chapter is mostly done now, I think, but I did want to ask some questions to everyone who¡¯s reading. Does anyone know what those weird architect messages were? I only really noticed them after having already posted the blog. I¡¯m guessing that they must¡¯ve gotten added in after I hit submit. And also, I¡¯m still looking for a name, everyone, so if you have any ideas, just comment below. You all have a good night. Chapter 3: Day 3 Hey everyone, this is my third day doing a blog post in a row now. I didn¡¯t really do much today except go to the store. This morning I was brushing my hair again, and even more of it fell out compared to yesterday. Hopefully these derumine pills work, as if they don¡¯t, I¡¯ll have to find something else, which would screw me as I¡¯m probably going to be losing more hair. Also, earlier, I finally figured out the details of the shop after converting one of the ¡®favorites¡¯ into ¡®views¡¯ to buy some bitgold. Afterwards, I claimed it from my inventory, and then... there it was in my digital BitGold wallet? I, of course, tried using my usual arcane magic to analyze my phone, but there wasn¡¯t anything out of the ordinary according to my spells, so I doubt bringing it to another specialist to analyze will do much. Well, as I¡¯m not really one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially since these credits will go a long way towards helping me with my finances, I think I¡¯ll just continue to blog for these rewards. Although maybe you all already know how the reward system works as you¡¯ve been on the app a long time, I want to show the new shop feature I got visually. Here it is in landscape. Honestly? It looks really suspicious and like it was made in 10 minutes, but I won¡¯t question that. I¡¯m also going to ignore the options other than "1K views" and "BitGold", mainly because they all seem a little like... nonsense. But after I converted one of the favorites into 10 bitgold, I managed to sell them online for the current going rate of 25 C per bitgold, which is a decent addition to my savings but not very much overall. And If you didn¡¯t already know, bitgold is a decently new online currency that¡¯s been making some small waves, although I doubt it will get much traction. Kinda confused about what exactly the mention of "Subject [Arc]" meant as well. Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. What? 10 minutes? Bitch. Huh? What do you mean ¡®it¡¯s recording?¡¯ -?????????????????? ?????? Another thing: there¡¯s apparently an inventory as well in the app? I must¡¯ve missed it the last time I checked. Unsure about it, but it somehow knows my assets, which is weird, especially considering how it should be impossible to divine private stock holdings as well as bank account amounts due to the incredibly advanced and secure magical protections put in place for customer security. Here it is. Onto other important topics than the shop and inventory. I¡¯ve finally made my decision; I¡¯ll head to an org tomorrow to check out the requirements and do my best to sign up. Hopefully, everything goes well! Should be easy enough once I get all of the equipment needed. Earlier today I changed my fitness routine to adapt, as before all I had to do at work was sit around and sometimes cast spells. Probably going to have to go to the library tomorrow for some new spells as well since all my current ones are focused around my previous job and self-defense. Well, that¡¯s it for today! Hope that you all enjoyed the blog. Maybe there will be new features like the shop in the future. Oh yeah, I¡¯m going to need a name to give the org recruiters, won¡¯t I? Guess I¡¯ll see if I can find any in time; maybe I¡¯ll just give them the weird pseudonym that the app gave me, Arc," for now until I find an actual name. Good night. I¡¯m going to pass out in bed now. Chapter 4: Day 4 through 6 Hey, its been a bit. A couple things have happened during the days I haven¡¯t posted. I¡¯m gonna go through everything that has happened. I figured out earlier today that I can make polls on RoyalRoad. I am going to ask you all if you prefer this format, or the daily one. About the shop; I think I am going to start saving my views for emergencies. A lot of the things in the shop cost a lot of views and I am pretty sure I cannot transfer my Credits back into views. About the Architects. Well, they don¡¯t seem too bad. So far we have Fox, Wolf, Bread, Cat, Orca, and Stingray. It looks like an animal theme but I am not sure how bread fits in. Fox seems to be deranged. It scares me a bit considering the supremely powerful entity threatened to do something if I said another bad word. I have no idea what he would do but it probably is not something I want. Stingray seems kinda analytical, I can respect that i guess. Not sure if Wolf or Fox is scarier, on one hand, fox doesn¡¯t seem to be able to take things seriously, on the other hand, wolf sees me as an experiment. At least Bread seems harmless. Cats make me think they picked up Shakespeare from some alternate dimension. Not sure how to feel about that. One thing to note is that I cannot see what the Architects say until after I post the chapter online. I know I posted about the shop last time but there are some further things I should note about it. Some of the options in the shop are completely illogical and have no business existing. A cure-all? Completely ridiculous. The immortality likely has a dark twist on it for it to only cost a bit more than the cure-all. Out of all of the options, the massacre option has me the most worried. ¡°Kill every human in an area besides Subject [Arc]. needs to be calibrated.¡± It honestly terrifies me how this is even remotely acceptable in the eyes of these ¡®Architects.¡¯ Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. On another note, Derumine, the medicine I have been taking, has been incredibly helpful and I have anymore problems with my hair. My skin feels healthier as well. None of the spells from anyone I have gone to see have done anything to actually tell me what I have and it is incredibly frustrating having to deal with this [Naughty Word]. Although I look better than I ever have, I''m definitely happy about that. Screw up again and I am testing out that massacre button. -?????????????????? ?????? There is one thing I need to work on before getting into dungeon delving that I haven¡¯t already talked about. Combat magic. I need more attack and defense magic. The only spells I can use in combat are Arcane Bolt and Arcane Shield. Anyway, I am going to see what I can do to get more spells but that''s it for the last couple days. Chapter 5: Arc’s Analysis Journal Item: my personal cell phone, or more specifically, an app on my phone. Element: unknown, likely space, or multiple elements Creator: unknown; ¡®Architect¡¯ figures seem likely. Description: The app appeared on my personal cell phone. I ran both Enchantment Analysis and Element Analysis spells on it and received no results. appears like any other app until I press it. The home screen has a spot for me to post my blogs, a shop, an inventory, and likely more things that I do not have access to. The app Architects, as they call themselves, Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. There are six Architects who have spoken so far. Architect Wolf seems to be very serious. Fox seems to overreact but is playful most of the time. Cat seems to try to be helpful but speaks like an old poet. Stingray seems to work from behind the scenes, assisting when necessary. Bread seems to be playful and silly without the same threats as Fox. Bread seems to be the only one breaking the animal theme. Could Bread be the leader? Not enough information. Going off the personalities, it is unlikely that this group is full of researchers. I have no doubts that they are running an experiment, but I refuse to believe they have Architects that would ¡®taint¡¯ the results by threatening me. Chapter 6: Day 7-9 Hey again, not a lot has happened the last couple days. I''m sticking to the 3 day format unless something important happens. My hair is still healthy thanks to the medicine. One thing to note though is that my skin started falling off as well before I took this week''s dose. Scared the daylight out of me. Recently I bought a grimoire on Arcane combat magic and have been trying to improve my spellwork. Arcane Bolt is now quite a bit more powerful, almost hitting the next rank too. I guess I should describe the ranks of spells. The lowest is Apprentice, followed by Journeyman, then Mastery and Grandmastery. If you improve your spell beyond Grandmastery it just becomes a new spell. I was pretty close to reaching that with my analysis spell but I no longer have the career to go with the spell so I can¡¯t really do anything with it anymore. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. Another thing, I never described my appearance to you guys. Although, somehow, there is a drawing of a picture of me on the cover of the blog. I have no idea how the Architects got the picture and made it into a drawing but it doesn¡¯t really matter. What does matter is that Architect Fox got a hold of my analysis notebook. That is not something I posted thank you very much. I seem to recall Fox not liking swearing. [Naughty Word] you. Wow. That''s petty. -?????????????????? ?????? Anyway, I am living on my savings until I can get all my offensive and defensive magic up to par with other delvers. I also need to have some enchanted gear and maybe a focus to be accepted into an Org. I should be able to finally delve in five or six days. That is all that has happened over the last couple days. Chapter 7: Requesting Assistance [E?????????????????????????????R?????????????????????R???????????????O???????R???????????????] [DIMENSIONAL TETHER BREAKING] [Detecting glitches. . .] [One glitch found] [Requesting Architect assistance. . .] [Architect FOX selected] What in the world -?????????????????? ?????? [Dimensional tether has snapped, requesting assistance. . .] Elaborate -?????????????????? ?????? [timeline unstable, details unaccounted for on spatial tether] Oh, um, reallocate resources from Subject [Arc]¡¯s mental stability guarantee to time continuation. -?????????????????? ?????? Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. [Rerouting resources. . .] [Resources allocated] [Dimensional tether fixed] [Analyzing possible consequences] [Potential results detected Mental breakdown of Subject [Arc] World timeline errors] Don¡¯t worry about it, I¡¯m sure it will be fine. -?????????????????? ?????? [Acknowledged] [Requesting second opinion from an Architect] I am an architect. -?????????????????? ?????? [Correcting. . .] [Requesting second opinion from a reliable Architect] :( -?????????????????? ?????? Do not fret, I can take care of it -?????????????????? ????? [acknowledged] [Loading error report. . . ] [Report Archived] [Thank you for your assistance] Chapter 8: Arc’s Analysis Journal pt. 2 Event: Spatial Tether Breaking Description: I went to post my next blog, and I felt something strain in my heart. I thought it was whatever illness I have, and whatever it might be, I¡¯m still not sure. I went to start typing up my next blog post, and I read the conversation log between Fox, Cat, and¡ªI am unsure what to call it¡ªthe system. The app? Anyway, it looks like they screwed something up in regards to time management. I am now 100% sure that my blogs are posting to another dimension. One thing that concerns me is the fact that they stabilized my mental health. It concerns me even more that they no longer have it. A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Notes: The first issue I have with this is that there is a possibility for glitches at all. This is my life on the line; I want no part in something that may kill me. Not like you have a choice. -?????????????????? ?????? The second issue is with Architect Fox: he has no sense of responsibility. Actually, I have no idea about the gender of any of the architects, but that doesn¡¯t change my point. Fox, in response to the system (?) telling him that I would have a mental breakdown and there would be world-wide timeline errors, responded with "Don¡¯t worry about it." Even the system thinks Fox is unreliable. Why would a group of people have their overseer be this unreasonable? Chapter 9: Day 10-13 I have a backlog of chapters, and some big things have happened recently. First of all, I cannot eat anymore. I have an appetite, but nothing is going through. I went to a hospital, but the useless fucks used a medium-level healing spell, and the pains came back an hour later. It hurts. A lot. I somehow, being better than the overworked doctors, went to a pharmacy and got nutrient supplements that I can inject into my bloodstream so I can still get nutrients. On another note, my hair and skin have been healthy for the past couple days. I¡¯ll let that one slide... -?????????????????? ?????? On a non-medical note, there is a cool concert coming up from a band I have been following for a while. They made some sick songs, and I¡¯m thinking of buying some tickets to see them. They used to operate out of Riviera City. Considering you all are from another dimension, you all would not know about the incident with the city. A couple years ago, everyone in the city died, and no one has any real idea about how it happened. Of course, there were guesses, but they didn¡¯t have any evidence behind them. Anyway, the band I was talking about used to operate out of that city, but they were on tour in Atlanta, so they got pretty lucky. If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. The medical stuff has been pretty stressful, so I decided to go to a cat caf¨¦. It was incredibly relaxing with a bunch of cats while sitting on a couch with a glass of water. While I was there, I also set up an interview with an organization so I could finally start dungeoneering if I got accepted. Chapter 10: Day 14 Back again. I bought tickets for that concert I was talking about, and it was as good as I thought it was going to be. Surprisingly, there wasn¡¯t as much security as there should have been, but then again, nothing happened, so maybe it just wasn¡¯t visible. Anyway, I had a great time, and they even handed out glow sticks for everyone to swing around in the air. On another note, the tickets didn¡¯t cost that much; actually, they were rather cheap, surprisingly for a band as popular as they are. On the way home, I took a couple short cuts. I felt off a couple times and got out of there as soon as possible. I heard a lot of footsteps behind me at one point and sprinted out of there after using the Arcane Hands spell to knock over something in a side alley to my left. I have no idea what could have happened, but I am glad I didn¡¯t give it a chance. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I am writing this because tonight I can¡¯t sleep. Nothing I do is working beyond maybe taking some sleeping medicine I do not have. Even if I did have the medicine, I don¡¯t think I would take it because I am not sure if I would wake up. My stomach hurts. Badly. If I try to brush my hair, it comes off in globs. I think this is because I missed today''s medicine dosage while I was at the concert. It hurts like hell, but I can handle it until the medicine kicks in and I can calm down enough to sleep. Chapter 11: Day 15 It turns out that I was probably right about the back alleys being suspicious as hell. I went to take a walk and saw a ton of cops patrolling the area, and a few were putting up missing person posters. Some girl about my age apparently got kidnapped last night. Absolutely terrifying stuff right there. It is harrowing to think that that could have been me if I had screwed up my spell or run any slower. I had to end my walk early due to pain in my stomach. I went home right after that because the physical pain combined with the sheer mental stress of almost having been kidnapped or killed was too much. I took another dosage of medicine as soon as I got home, so it should be getting better eventually. For now, though, I don¡¯t think I can handle the pain. It feels like my skin is melting off my body. I feel everything; whatever this sickness is, it hasn¡¯t touched my nervous system. My throat burns after the hours spent in the bathroom, throwing up the contents of my rotting stomach. Any clothes that have rough seams or are made out of rough fabric make me feel like I am burning alive. Pieces of it peel away with the slightest touch, revealing raw, oozing flesh underneath. The pain of my skin separating from my body is a whole new level of torment. Simple tasks like moving or even blinking have become hell on earth. I feel the flesh of my eyelids peel away as I blink, and the dead skin falls into my eyes. My stomach feels like it''s being twisted and torn from the inside out. The waves of nausea and vomiting hit me with unrelenting force, leaving me drained and weak. The once familiar tastes and smells of food are now triggers for an overwhelming urge to retch, yet my stomach can''t seem to rid itself of the acidic bile that has taken over my insides. This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. I put on the softest clothes I could find and hobbled over to the closest drug store I could find. I bought all the pain medicine I could. Holding the bag in my hands hurt quite a bit, and I am pretty sure some of my skin got left on it. On the way home, I, painfully, I might add, opened the medicine box and downed two pills without checking the dosage. I checked after, and I only took a bit more than necessary, but the pain was already starting to cool down, so I should be fine to finally sleep. Chapter 12: Day 16 last night was the worst. i didnt even know that part of my head could ache it was so bad. I dreamed of so many sounds i could barely hear and could never find. felt like i was drowning. My head is going slower than usual, i think it is from all the new medicines. i don¡¯t think i can be bothered to edit anything either with the state im in. Oh that''s hilarious she¡¯s high as hell. -?????????????????? ?????? if you wanted to know, this is the list of pills i¡¯m on right now. After last nights fiasco, I have no intention of forgetting my medicine again. so i''m writing it here so i don¡¯t forget. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. a lot of these are things i have to breathe in, and they all smell like death warmed over i think the worst ones are the injections, i have to manually do the injection myself and if i dont take it soon after i take the skin and hair stuff then the needle takes a bunch of skin with it on the way out. i was walking along the street earlier and i saw a new bakery open up. it was amazing, the delicious aroma of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, it made my mouth water at the mere thought of eating them. too bad I can¡¯t fucking eat. min¡¯s grand bakery, i think the sign said. You type like shit when you''re high XD, I cannot wait until you see this once you''re sobered up. -?????????????????? ?????? the pain relief medicine is supposed to last six hours, but I have to take it every three because of the sheer amount of pain i am in. i learnt that the hard way earlier when the slow ache from my stomach kicked in early. I am worried about the pharmacy preventing me from getting them again. I would be so fucked if they think i am buying it to support an addiction or something. they make me feel funny in the head and i dont think i like it very much. i hate this. i just want to not hurt. is that so wrong? Chapter 13: Day 17 My head has cleared up a bit since yesterday. I do not want to talk about the chapter I posted yesterday outside of a few details. As I have mentioned before, I can only read the Architect''s notes after the chapter has been posted. Fox obviously knew I would regret posting that chapter in its entirety and had the capability to stop me, so why would he allow me to go through with this? An even better point is that Fox has obviously edited some of my writing before, such as when he censored "naughty words." Why couldn¡¯t he have just edited that for me as well? Oh wait, he¡¯s a dick, that''s why. No naughty wor¡ªyou know what? I don¡¯t even care anymore. -?????????????????? ?????? On another note, I ran out of a few of the medicines I needed. Luckily, I managed to order some more online this time instead of having to go to the pharmacy. Last week, I was checking through the different things on the app, and I wrongfully assumed the tags were just a mistake and ignored them. This was, considering the events of two nights ago, obviously a mistake. I highlighted the tags that concern me, as I rightfully am due to my life being described as horror and containing gore and traumatizing content. The part that worries me most is those tags and warnings; they have been here since the beginning. It kind of makes me think that the architects knew what was coming. Why do you think you were selected? -?????????????????? ?????? This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. On another note, I have a story to tell today. I was feeling a bit better (not really, but it was the thought that counted), so I went out to the park this morning for some fresh (and bread-scented, mmm) air. No one else was there except for this one kid practicing his wind magic. It was funny to watch him try and play at being some hero and check how the wind made his makeshift cape billow majestically in the lake¡¯s reflection. Then he lost control of his mana, and the cape slapped his face like a wet fish. It hurt to laugh, but I didn¡¯t care. I used to do that when I was little. I didn¡¯t have wind magic, but I could make stuff glow with my arcane mana. I had a lot of fun tricking the other kids into thinking I had some legendary weapon and had been chosen to save the world. Nowadays, I just use it to highlight spots on artifacts that shouldn¡¯t be touched when analyzing them (thanks, coworker, for touching everything anyway). Still, I never stopped improving that trick, and it turned out that it was finally useful today. When I was about to leave, a cloaked figure rushed the kid and tried to pick him up. He was attempting to cast some kind of spell with shadow mana, and the kid was exhausted both ways and was still resting from all of the practice he did. So I made my move. I shouted at him and used my little arcane trick to make the umbrella in my hand look like a shining beacon. I pulled out all the stops for the transformation¡ªI made a show of the drawing of power from the surroundings, the blinding color change, and even the effect the air had when I swung it around. It''s not like it would actually do any damage, though, and he didn¡¯t know that. Thankfully, whoever it was got spooked real bad by my "Arcane Trick" (patent pending, copyright reserved), and I could hear people shouting behind me as well. Someone else¡¯s well-timed spell from behind me made him drop the kid, and the cloaked person fled down the street. That¡¯s about it for my part; I didn¡¯t have any energy left to chase him off after that. I¡¯ll just take a double dose before I go to sleep to offset the pain from earlier. What could go wrong? ¡­At least the kid wasn¡¯t hurt; he just cried a little until another lady offered some pastries from Min¡¯s to calm him down. I went home after everything looked okay. At least someone else got to try those buns after something like that. Chapter 14: helpmehelpmehelpme ihatemyself mymindcantmoveitsmovingmymindmycantmovemybodymymindcantmovemybodyismoving theshadowsaregrowingtheshadowsareeviltheshadowsareenemies myheartisbeatingsoquicklyandbleedingmylungsarecoatedinbloodrecedingreplenishedbythedrugs iamnotaheroineedtobesavediamnotaheroaprincessavillainihateiwanttobesavediwanttobesaved thecolorsthecolorswontstop whyisitcalledhorroristhiswhatitmeans willmybodybecomeamonsteragainstme mybodyiskillingmefromtheinsidemybodyisdeadwhileimstillalive icheckedsawmybodywithmymagicandicanseemyselfdiepiecebypiece icanseemybodyrot Icanseemybodyrot helpmehelpmehelpme icanseemybodyrot Icanseemybodyrot help makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop thetinypiecesofmethatlooksolonelyandsadandsickfromsomethingicannotsee makeitstop ma Now that Subject Arc has dropped her phone, I, being the mature responsible person, will now turn on voice recording! -?????????????????? ?????? I feel ants in my skin. Oh wait. What skin? Oh no, what the fuck is that? The walls. The walls. What is happening to the walls? No, no, please... It''s not real; it can''t be real... Shadows, crawling, whispering¡ªwhy won''t they stop? Get away, get away. The walls are breathing, alive; they''re watching. Something''s crawling inside me, under my skin. I can''t feel my own body. It''s closing in on me, the walls, the ceiling, everything squeezing... The colors, they bleed into each other, a swirling, mocking whirlpool... Is that... is that a hand? Fingers reaching out, but there''s no one there... Voices, so many voices They''re screaming. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Crawling, crawling, something''s crawling on my skin, beneath it... No, no, I can''t look, can''t bear to look... The pain, it''s everywhere Make it stop, please, make it stop, I''ll do anything, just make it stop¡­ Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. (Subject [Arc] screaming) His fault, it''s all their fault! Why did they do this to me? Why did they have to ruin everything? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why couldn''t they just leave me alone? The colors, oh, those wicked colors, they''re their doing, their creation. It''s all their fault. They''re laughing, mocking me, whispering secrets I can''t decipher. The walls, they''re closing in, pressing against me, and it''s all because of them! I can''t breathe. I can''t breathe. I can''t breathe (repeated banging) Oh god, oh god, it''s happening! I can see it, writhing on the ground, a grotesque, bloody mess. I can hear them, voices, laughter, mocking me, blaming me! It''s their fault, it''s their fault that I''m like this, trapped in this waking horror. My world is disintegrating, unraveling, like a sick joke. I can''t escape, can''t run, can''t hide from the madness that''s consuming me. It''s all... it''s all too much, too much to bear, and I''m lost in this nightmare, and it won''t stop, it won''t stop! My face, my face is melting! The pain, it''s burning, like acid, like fire, like my own flesh betraying me. (Subject [Arc] screaming) it''s mocking me! Stupid fucking mirror. Let''s see how you like it. (mirror shattering) Blood, it''s everywhere, but it''s not red, it''s black. Why? Why? Why? Why is my blood black? My hand. My¡­ hand. What hand? Where is my hand? it won''t stop. it won''t stop! No. No. No. I can feel it, deep inside, something''s rotting, rotting away. It''s eating me from the inside out. a decay that won''t stop. My skin, it''s peeling, sloughing off in chunks. It''s not me, it can''t be me! I''m falling apart, falling into the abyss. The abyss. The abyss. The abyss? Is that where they are? It''s their fault! All of it! I can''t escape, can''t run, can''t hide. I''m lost. Lost. Lost. There''s no exit, no relief! It''s too much, too much to bear. I¡¯m lost. I¡¯m lost. I¡¯m lost. I¡¯m lost. Why? Why? Why? (Subject [Arc] screaming) (Subject [Arc] screaming) (Subject [Arc] screaming) Glass. Glass everywhere. My feet. Inside? Outside? What. what. What. help me. Help me.I can''t run, can''t escape, can''t get away from the glass. It''s their fault, all their fault! Darkness. Can''t fight it anymore, can''t... Everything''s fading. Colors melting together, and the walls twisting. I''m so tired, so, so tired. The pain. It''s not slipping. It hurts. The pain. Please take the pain. I''m falling. Falling. Falling. Falling. Falling. Can''t hold on. Can''t hold on. Can''t hold on. Help me. Help me. (Loud thud) And~ that''s a wrap. I should probably do something before another Architect figures out about all this. -?????????????????? ??????
Alright, let¡¯s see. Analyze the cause of the breakdown -?????????????????? ?????? [Detecting problems. . .] [problem found] [Subject [Arc] suffering from lethal levels of drug poisoning] Overdose? Alright, why couldn¡¯t you prevent it? -?????????????????? ?????? [Resources were allocated away from mental stability] Definitely not my fault. -?????????????????? ?????? [. . . ] [Requesting another Architect to solve issue] Request denied. -?????????????????? ?????? [Requesting Architect FOX to solve problem] Request accepted. Reallocate more resources from cross-dimensional timeline stability to mental stability guarantee, myself and 0RC4 will personally handle time issues. -?????????????????? ?????? [Acknowledged] [Rerouting resources. . .] [Resources allocated] [Problem archived] [Thank you, please don¡¯t come again] Sassy little fucker. -?????????????????? ??????