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dear ~~diary~~ ~~voices in my head~~ ~~satan~~ ghost of henry david thoreau,

karson says i'm hallucinating but i got your message with the ouiji board! i'm glad to know i'm not crazy, just haunted :) by the way, big fan of Walden! i'm sorry for that time in 4th grade i called you a pussy for only spending 2 years at the cabin. i was going through a rough time. as you know i've hit a rough patch once again but it's not so bad. i have family, i have goals, and soon i'll have a community. its actually an okay city. ~~i got a new furcadia account~~

but i'm sure you don't want to hear the rambling of a gushing fangirl! i have a lot i could tell you about my own endeavors and ~~how i've tried~~ ways in which i've traveled down the path you've tread, but i believe actions speak louder than words. you'll see. i've been hearing rumors about this company in town that's been messing with the water. thundercorp. i've been googling how to ~~----~~

sorry karson is snooping i will finish your summoning circle tomorrow. please do not possess uncle jack. you'll probably die of TB all over again.

♥ ♥ ♥ love,
kiki

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[ KNOCKING ON UR DOOR ]

Kiki, what the fuck are you doing? I hear you shuffling around in there like some sort of honey badger snooping for eggs. I don't even fucking know if honey badgers eat eggs, but-- [ KNOCK KNOCK ] It's almost time for dinner, you asshole!

NOTHING! And honey badgers do eat eggs! And snakes! And hyenas! And poachers and Western tourists who want to defile the land and raze it until there is nothing left but the ashes of colonialism!

[ Stuffing the journal under the three legged dog. Yes this is a flawless hiding place.

She opens the door a crack and thinks that maybe she needs to install one of those little chain locks you see in old hotels. ]

Okay, thanks for the heads-up. Jerk.

[ Which would be a suitable comeback except she's kinda grinning. ]

...You're acting suspicious. [ STARE and... wedging foot in the door like a particularly persistent salesman ]

Did you steal more animals? Do you have Crab in there?

You're acting paranoid. [ Nudging that door against Karson's foot as a polite-but-firm hint to remove it. ]

Honestly Karson, I know we haven't seen each other in years, but if these past couple days of awkward forced family time have taught you anything, surely it's that I would never hide animals! ...I would very proudly make them members of this family.

But no, I don't know where Crab is. He kept trying to hump Moose so I had to separate them. You might want to give Crab the talk.

Crab is a paragon of purity-- he would never. You should teach Moose some proper manners; I swear to god, if that dog breaks Crab's heart, you will never hear the end of it.

[ trying to just.... push into the room.... a lil bit ]

[ pushing a little harder on the door........ ]

He's a down-on-his luck pup from an abusive home! He's sensitive. You need to make sure Crab understands boundaries and consent.

That doesn't excuse him for trying to corrupt my little gentleman. [ OUTRIGHT SHOVING HIS ARM AND HALF HIS TORSO INTO THE ROOM ]

What are you up to?!

Excuse you that's victim blaming--!

[ Try as she might, it's almost impossible to shove Karson out the door now. Frantically she glances to the journal (still safe). Gotta think fast.

...Desperate times call for desperate measures. ]

I'M HAVING MY PERIOD IN HERE QUICK YOU NEED TO GET OUT.

[ She's never lived with guys so she doesn't actually know if this will put him off enough to work. ]

[ SCREAMS ]

OH MY FUCKING GOD I'M SO SORRY I'LL NEVER COME IN HERE AGAIN HOLY SHIT-- [ he is gone he is going he is leaving this place and he will never return ]

[ 20 minutes later ]

this isn't your period.

and its not a hallucination either LIKE YOU TOLD ME

jerk.

...but if it helps i wasn't lying either so :(

do you want me to go out and buy you pads and shit or are you set?

[ Okay despite herself that sentiment pretty much alleviates her anger. Being a dick and make you think you're talking to ghosts <<<<<<< offering to go down the feminine care aisle. ]

no i'm okay but thank you for the offer i appreciate it :)

so...

what now?

i mean with this. writing thing. magic numbers. what now with this?

ugh, i was trying to keep you off here.
this shit is dangerous.
super dangerous.
super ridiculous notfun dangerous.
like i have a friend who might possibly be dead right now dangerous.
and i don't want you involved.

so, please
please please please
just.
forget the number.
never write it down on anything ever again.
and just
go do your crazy animal thing.
please?

[ She bites her lip, tapping her pen against the notebook for a minute before responding. ]

i think whatever this is it's a little too late, karson.
i was part of it before i started writing.
stopping it now or ignoring it won't make it suddenly go away. it'll only keep me in the dark and make me more vulnerable to whatever dangers there are.
at least this way i can keep on top of it and... i don't know. make friends? allies? ghosts?

besides i'm pretty sure my "crazy animal thing" has already put me in harm's way. probably permanently.
my LIFE is danger. ;)
if i die i will die for REVOLUTION

& no i'm not talking about rEVOLution

i'll be dying for the rEVOLution.
you can keep your REVOLUTIONs to yourself.
potentially without dying.
please without dying.

i mean, ugh, i guess you can network.
just
don't give out your name or address-- INTERNET SAFETY.
you never know who's a creep out there.
there are so many creeps.

and
ugh i might as well tell you now.
you might want to sit down for this one:
THERE ARE TALKING ANIMALS ON THIS NETWORK.

[ She wants to tell Karson that she's one of those people who's more afraid of people IRL finding her on the internet than the other way around, but two problems with that 1) Karson is an IRL person, 2) he is nosy enough that he would find her and he can't see her fanfictions noooooo. ]

whatever you say! i'm a very good judge of character.

[ no not at all ]

even if i find a creep i'll ju

[ wait no

must stop writing

WHAT DID HE JUST TYPE. ]

[ Wherever you are in the house Karson, you can hear Kiki's feet thundering down the halls to find you, throwing doors open. When she finds him, her wild eyes fix on him like she's trying to freeze him with her gaze. The manic grin and white-knuckled grip on her journal aren't promising signs either. ]

TALKING ANIMALS?!

[ It comes out as a screech. The screech of a hawk about to throw a goat off of a cliff ]

[ As she throws open the door, Karson throws open the window. As the first syllables of "talking animals!?!?!" comes out of her mouth, he is diving for safety, taking off down the street, not stopping until he's at least three blocks away.

bye cousin ]

SHES FAMILY.
I HAVE THIS OBLIGATION.

you are ridic adorable when you're all duty bound

next time i see you, i'm going to vomit on your shittyass pseudo-gangster shoes.

you realize i wear converse right
you know
the shoes that are made of cloth and have no soles

that's what gansters wear right

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