An untitled Journal
I don't know what's wrong with me... I did it again... I killed someone... or rather my bad luck did. And it felt... great.
It started like this: I was busy taking care of the Master of the house, I went to the other room just to settle down, and there was this strange person with a really big hammer. I will admit I was a little scared, uh, uh, um, they were just there to give me another job... And to be quite frank, I wanted another one. So soon after the last...
I met a couple of new people this time. I guess it's often you don't see the same people.
There was this person with a very heavy American accent? I didn't like them all too much; they were aggressive, very straight to the point, I guess, which I suppose is great for this job? Maybe? They just were very racist against fae folk? Fae-cist? OH, and I learnt he's gay though. Fun. Totally gay.... Very gay... Very, very gay. I think they were taking a sneak peek at one of those Yaoi books, but maybe that was just my imagination? I guess they weren't all too bad.
Uh, then there was this strange robot maid thing? They were kind of rude as well? So full of insults, I didn't hang around them much, but when I did, I tried not to talk. It was awkward. I played Mattaton's theme in front of them using a violin thingy, because it was funny though! I don't think they got that reference haha...
OKAY, okay, last person: someone called Raine, fun name, very fun name— I do not know anything about them, apart from they can transform into this weird, creepy, eldrich, kinda weird, centipede thingy? I wasn't around them that much, didn't even see where they were for the whole job, but hey? I'm happy they are okay.
UM, I guess I have to talk about that thing now huh? They... Just died. I did that thing you know? Where I make things unlucky? And then well, someone got really unlucky... I don't know what's wrong with me...
I just did it knowing they would get hurt, another little bit of me wanting them to go... and then soon afterwards, I did it again? With someone else. I wanted them to go... And... I didn't see it happen, but it did. I tried again, without thinking of it, and they got away, I was... Disappointed?
I don't want to become a monster, but I feel like these jobs... Are making me into one.
Is this what Dad meant? I need answers.