CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
SQUIDINATOR
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He didn't eat the girl. Not yet. He put her to bed after the ink attack. She was okay. She'd just been stunned. A normal person would have died. What was it about her? Now she was sleeping. He decided to go out. To his special place.
The girl woke to see him leaving the house. She had not really beend sleeping. She had let him put her to bed. She had been scared. She hadn't know what effect the squid ink would have on her. It turned out it just felt gross. He hadn't even cleaned it off her. She'd take a shower later. For now she wanted to follow him. She quickly got out of the house and went out. She could see a trail of his ink on the ground. He'd still been leaking it from the attack. She followed the ink. Followed...into the wood. She didn't care what happened to her anymore. She had to know. She had to know secrets about him.
She found him sitting in a clearing in the woods, reading a laptop. She had not expected that, of all things. There was a shallow hole in the ground next to him. She hid behind a tree and watched him. He was reading for a long time. And then he seemed to get upset and almost smashed the laptop against the ground. But he stopped himself. Then he buried the laptop in the shallow hole. He got up, but he didn't come towards her. He walked deeper into the woods. What else did he have in there? The girl wanted to know, but she wanted to know what was on that laptop more. She dug it out and opened it up.
There were several folders. Some full of images of female celebrities. Mostly teenagers. Maybe some teen boy's laptop. Why did the Squidinator want it? There were documents too. She checked recently viewed items list. One document was there. She opened it.
It was a load of nonsense.
"I hate myself but I don't really because I'm not enough of a "self" to feel proper human hatred, I am a body photocopy of a person, missing so many key details, just fuzzy around the edges, fuzzy on the inside, nothing but a fuzzy slow brain and it won't unfuzz, never fucking unfuzz, it's unfished, it's just a concept of a brain, a sketch, a fucking idea, not even capable of forming ideas, not capabled of forming sentences, it can barely get through words, can barely remember letters, can barely remember it's a fuckdamn brain, can barely think, doesn't exist, then it tries so hard that it argues itself into nonexistence, argues away everything it almost feels, everything it grasps at, can't hold onto anything, isn't enough, isn't capable, can't change, can't grow, don't give it fucking advice because that advice is for proper brains not fucking one percent of a brain like this brain, but it's not even retarded, it's aware of what it is, that's the worst part, that it is capable of knowing, that that knowing part is trapped inside the prison of inadequacy, that it can't ever break out, that there's nothing to breka out of, just a sea of nothing, sea of fuckidnasglagkljaglkjghfljighfljighfljgf lig FUACDK SDGKIagfkdajigfjiagf hji rgliljigfljikf cna't dtgldjlskc this ist he furthers Iv'e got ttttne hahhahhah neot evne real don't dflasgfj lgfldontgos ojust give up stuop thinking just give up give in give in you are nothn9ingERFGfiiiiiii..."
It went on and on. She sat it down again in the hole then heard something. She looked up. The Squidinator was there, holding a dead cat.
"The cat died," he said. He tossed it away. He stared at her for a long time. "You read it."
"Why do you have some guy's laptop?" she asked.
"Some guy's..."
"I don't understand...it can't be yours!?" she said, a horrible realisation setting in.
"It's not the Squidinator's," he said.
"You talked about how you never liked being human...is this who you were before?"
"You think that person is pathetic," he said.
"I don't...I don't know that person, I..." suddenly she was scared again. She knew what probably no one else knew. She knew some of the history of the human the Squidinator had been. How much longer would he let her live with that knowledge.
"It wasn't even my cat," he said, not even listening to her. "NOT EVEN MINE."
"I'll leave you alone," she said, standing up. "Really, I'll forget everything..."
"Who are you?" he laughed. "WHO ARE YOU?"
"I don't know what you mean," she said. She thought about it and sighed. "My name is Lisa."
"Lisa...I...hahahaha," he started laughing. "I knew. I always knew."
"I don't understand any of this!" She was crying now. "What does my name mean to you?"
"YOU MADE ME," he said.
TO BE SQUIDTINUED
___________________
He didn't eat the girl. Not yet. He put her to bed after the ink attack. She was okay. She'd just been stunned. A normal person would have died. What was it about her? Now she was sleeping. He decided to go out. To his special place.
The girl woke to see him leaving the house. She had not really beend sleeping. She had let him put her to bed. She had been scared. She hadn't know what effect the squid ink would have on her. It turned out it just felt gross. He hadn't even cleaned it off her. She'd take a shower later. For now she wanted to follow him. She quickly got out of the house and went out. She could see a trail of his ink on the ground. He'd still been leaking it from the attack. She followed the ink. Followed...into the wood. She didn't care what happened to her anymore. She had to know. She had to know secrets about him.
She found him sitting in a clearing in the woods, reading a laptop. She had not expected that, of all things. There was a shallow hole in the ground next to him. She hid behind a tree and watched him. He was reading for a long time. And then he seemed to get upset and almost smashed the laptop against the ground. But he stopped himself. Then he buried the laptop in the shallow hole. He got up, but he didn't come towards her. He walked deeper into the woods. What else did he have in there? The girl wanted to know, but she wanted to know what was on that laptop more. She dug it out and opened it up.
There were several folders. Some full of images of female celebrities. Mostly teenagers. Maybe some teen boy's laptop. Why did the Squidinator want it? There were documents too. She checked recently viewed items list. One document was there. She opened it.
It was a load of nonsense.
"I hate myself but I don't really because I'm not enough of a "self" to feel proper human hatred, I am a body photocopy of a person, missing so many key details, just fuzzy around the edges, fuzzy on the inside, nothing but a fuzzy slow brain and it won't unfuzz, never fucking unfuzz, it's unfished, it's just a concept of a brain, a sketch, a fucking idea, not even capable of forming ideas, not capabled of forming sentences, it can barely get through words, can barely remember letters, can barely remember it's a fuckdamn brain, can barely think, doesn't exist, then it tries so hard that it argues itself into nonexistence, argues away everything it almost feels, everything it grasps at, can't hold onto anything, isn't enough, isn't capable, can't change, can't grow, don't give it fucking advice because that advice is for proper brains not fucking one percent of a brain like this brain, but it's not even retarded, it's aware of what it is, that's the worst part, that it is capable of knowing, that that knowing part is trapped inside the prison of inadequacy, that it can't ever break out, that there's nothing to breka out of, just a sea of nothing, sea of fuckidnasglagkljaglkjghfljighfljighfljgf lig FUACDK SDGKIagfkdajigfjiagf hji rgliljigfljikf cna't dtgldjlskc this ist he furthers Iv'e got ttttne hahhahhah neot evne real don't dflasgfj lgfldontgos ojust give up stuop thinking just give up give in give in you are nothn9ingERFGfiiiiiii..."
It went on and on. She sat it down again in the hole then heard something. She looked up. The Squidinator was there, holding a dead cat.
"The cat died," he said. He tossed it away. He stared at her for a long time. "You read it."
"Why do you have some guy's laptop?" she asked.
"Some guy's..."
"I don't understand...it can't be yours!?" she said, a horrible realisation setting in.
"It's not the Squidinator's," he said.
"You talked about how you never liked being human...is this who you were before?"
"You think that person is pathetic," he said.
"I don't...I don't know that person, I..." suddenly she was scared again. She knew what probably no one else knew. She knew some of the history of the human the Squidinator had been. How much longer would he let her live with that knowledge.
"It wasn't even my cat," he said, not even listening to her. "NOT EVEN MINE."
"I'll leave you alone," she said, standing up. "Really, I'll forget everything..."
"Who are you?" he laughed. "WHO ARE YOU?"
"I don't know what you mean," she said. She thought about it and sighed. "My name is Lisa."
"Lisa...I...hahahaha," he started laughing. "I knew. I always knew."
"I don't understand any of this!" She was crying now. "What does my name mean to you?"
"YOU MADE ME," he said.
TO BE SQUIDTINUED