The Grove: The Doctor and The Attourney pt 2


May 25th 2015- I don’t even know what’s going on….

Yes! That is now my header for today’s great clusterfuck of events! One thing lead to another which lead to another and now… and now Joshua is being held in protective custody. No one will tell me anything, not even Steve. I kept pushing the question on Steve and all he could tell me is I don’t know… One minute my brother was in his room, as fine as he can be in this shitty situation. Then the next he is being taken out on the gurney through a pair of double doors which automatically lock whenever someone has walked through them. There are cops and people in white coats everywhere… they took Steve into the double doors too. He struggled. I couldn’t help him. I got up and fell flat on my face. Flat on my face. My ears are ringing and everything is fuzzy.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening………

I need help. I think they gave me something…. The monster of blackness is near…. it took my parents and now it’s going to take me. I feel its hollowed eyes on me. I can see its wide toothy grin with serrated yellow and brown teeth. I can feel its breath on my face. I can feel it looming over my shoulders… this heaviness… I don’t know how much time I have left. I write this as a way to find calm but god dammit it’s not working. The cops and people in white coats are starting to close in around me with syringes and handcuffs… arms drawn. They should just kill me too…. I want to die. Free me from the monster of blackness… save me. save me. svea em. sven ma. me svea. save. me. 


Nymph: Wiping out the Mauraders

tumblr_mkx0t5gi9m1rrsjf4o1_500I stayed in the crampt cottage overnight and it has given me time to really think… lets see… hrm-hee I need to formulate a new plan so I can rebuild my home, restore what was mine, and lastly, live in peace and quiet. 

Unfortunately I can no longer give my trust to the human species. Searching for companionship through humans is no longer a wise thing for me to partake in. They are far too dangerous, destructive, and are the epitomy of pure-er malevolence. Not even little children can be trusted. They must be destroyed. Wiped from the whole plan of existance. 

However… I must say… Humans make delightfully good meals. Oh hrm huh, excuse me! I’m slobbering in delight at the thought… yes, yes. After I meticulously skinned the man who lived in that small cottage, I ate his eternal organs and my good god they were delicious… Human organs taste better than skinned rabbits, raccoons, squirrels, bear, fish eyes, frogs, and deer.

I realize now that solitude is not such a bad thing afterall. I can now relate to the forest critters now. I now know why they run away from men. This could also be why I could not find any simple Nymphs much like myself. Maybe they’re all dead because of… NO! Get-get-get-get-get that thought out of my head! They’re now trying to brainwash me… what a shame…

With that, here is my plan… step 1: return to the forest, step 2: rebuild and restore my home, step 3: devour all muaraders (all humans as well as anyone who gets in my way), step 4: find my Nymph bretheren. Before I depart, I found something that might help protect me on my journey, perhaps even scare away muarders who wish to get in my way. Oh yes, yes, yes… a disguise to lure them in for a meal or two wouldn’t hurt… or perhaps for other things… oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssssss… The Nymphy human scarecrow. 

Tee-Heehee! I found an old wicker basket, raggedy clothing and Oh! REAL human hair that leftover from that vile human in the cottage. Ohhhhh yes, yes, yes… perfect. Hrm-hee!

Hm… I have the feeling I’m being watched and I’m not even a mile into the desolate forest. It’s making an odd squeaking sound. Is it a mouse? Rat? Rabbit? Dying bird? No… it sounds like something even better, and I know exactly where it is! Hahaha… just my day… couldn’t get any more perfect than this. Yessssssss….


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The Nymph: Finding What Was Lost

0ee413b053150f22a7d0e25afd1c4fa1So… that anonymous trip to the human’s house went quite well I must say.

I found that he was one of the vile marauders that came and destroyed my lovely abode within the dark trees.

Well… belongings are belongings right? They can be replaced if needed be.

I’ll build a home in a much more secluded location…

Secluded… freestanding… mine…. away from those sick fucks.

Those sick fucks…. they disassembled my home branch by branch, stone by stone, stole and destroyed my possessions, and burnt all of what made me, me to a crisp. 

Hey… I had a tendency to maybe uh… go along with instinct of wanting blood more than company… Maybe… *hic*… I wanted more than just company just despite the fact I was so lonely.

You know I do enjoy the furry ones in the forest, but there is only so much I can do with them.

I catch them and they try to run, then they die… rejection leads to consequences, get eaten… well I have to eat from time to time, or eventually make a lovely piece for my abode. But here’s the thing about humans… you can do all kinds of stuff with them! 

Sure, they may still run, but most of the time they’re here to stay because they are just so easy to fool and catch. They live a lot longer than some of the furry ones… hell, I’ve had some stay alive with me for years and years… but only if I choose for them to. 

Plus, humans have all of these interesting objects that furry ones do not. Clothes for one thing and some of them wear these weird looking garments in their hair, fingers, toes, necks, or other parts of the body. Some of them even carry these things with interesting looking containers that remind me of the skins of the furry ones. 

Well… I collected a lot of those over the years. They grow more and more unique as time goes one! I love my rare finds and treasures. Oh! I almost forgot to mention that my find with the vile marauder turned out to be a wise investment. I know how to make slings for over my shoulder that I can use to carry whatever treasures I may find. The pelt of a human is not too shabby to use when making these slings…. 

Not too shabby at all….


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