Taking a break from my routine to post on the blog. Cecil gave me the password for some reason. Im not totally sure why, maybe he just wants to give me a way to vent. I dont really vent by typing, but i feel like posting right now anyways.
So Cecil didnt really finish the story. Thats okay I think, maybe the rest of the night isnt totally worth telling about. Nobody died so i guess thats what matters. Thats Cecils job to make hypotheses and stuff like that, not mine. That Delivery Boy seems really familiar. Probably Nick idk. Fuck Nick. He needs to listen to time. Little brother is older than me it doesn’t even make sense. He needs to sit his ass down someday and realize all the bullshit hes making for everyone.
Actually, you know what, maybe it wasnt Nick. Nick doesnt have the mental capacity to negotiate with dangerous people.
Cecil saw me typing and laughed his stupid little laugh. He told me to “properly introduce” myself. i think thats stupid, he doesnt want me disclosing anything that might give away their identities, so why even ask me to do something like that? Echh, then again, I guess my identity isnt too secret. thanks for the discretionary alias, dumbass.
Anywhore….hi. I am Joseph Alisto. I am seventeen years of age, give or take. My body is about nineteen years old or so. I am missing my spleen. I still have a bruise on my forehead. I talked to a mask once, and things like to look at me when Im not quite aware of the fact. Life is stupid. This town is stupid. I officially do not exist, thanks to Cecil. I am fascinating, for some reason. I think the governments just stupid or something.like theyll tell me that im fascinating and important and stuff, and then theyll shoot at me or inject me with some experimental chemicals or something, i dunno. Shit like that.. Fuckin stupid. Thats how I lost my spleen.
Emerald says my hair looks like a hornet nest, but i dont really care. i dont may attention to that stuff, it just seems irrational and just sorta whatever.
Im a little late to the party apparently. Emerald and Cecil and a couple other people who Im not allowed to mention have been bunkered down here for way longer than i have.
Cecil stopped me right there. Apparently hes monitoring me or something. What a fuckin weirdo. He didnt even invite me in for dinner when we met, and now hes treating me like Im a close colleague or something.