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Tired, my God I feel so fucking tired and that wasn’t just because of the days I gone without sleeping. As I stumble down in my chair, my hands hitting my knees, I feel them not just the Signal Tower’s tower flesh cutting deep into my back but also many tv cables from the trashed tvs from the Pale City connecting to my spine.
I can feel them, wiggling around in my back, connecting with my spine and sucking out my powers at a slow rate like a spider draining her prey of their lifeforce. Or the Lady with her shadow powers.
Miss Lady, my Emiko, my love. Raine, my dearest daughter, my little helper. Mono, my son, my sweetest child. I felt my body straightened and tears slowly pricked at my eyes. They formed into big drops before dripping down my gaunt and dulled cheeks.
I would’ve attempted to wipe them away, but it was pointless as regardless of me bringing a finger up to wipe them away, they would keep on coming. My God, I miss my wife, I miss my children, I miss my entire family back at the Maw and the life I had back then.
Where I wasn’t a prisoner to this Signal Tower, where I was free and in the comfort of my wife, my sweet children and my home. It was a rusted, old, metal water-filled home loaded with small cute orphans, but it was still my home and I wouldn’t give it up for anything else in this world.
However something went wrong in our world, the Signal Tower was built and our peaceful lives were disturbed in what felt like seconds. I don’t fully know what the hell happened as everything had become a blur at that point. The only thing I know is I became a prisoner to the Signal Tower, my wife is stuck at the Maw, destined to be murdered by another girl wearing my daughter’s raincoat, Six. My daughter escaped in a hot air balloon to the Nest only to die later and my son…had been destined to become me, the new Thin Man.
The Tower has become so attached to my son that it crafted this whole cycle just to keep him in this place forever and inflict as much pain on my family and the others in this world as possible. I grinded my teeth as a ball of anger welled up in my chest before it vanished as quickly as it came, my head dropped into my hands.
I let out a soft sigh of sadness as the tears continued to slip down my cheeks, as much as my other emotions were almost gone, I still felt a touch of sympathy in my chest. Of course the Tower couldn’t just stop with my family, it had to take the rest of the world with it and inflict as much pain on them as the rest of us and force them to do things no one in this world should have to. Things that make me angry to think about.
I heaved and stumped down in the chair, it didn’t matter anymore, nothing did anymore because regardless, the Cycle will continue and the Viewers will die as well as the Pale City until something good will happen and we can cut the strings on us all. But will that happen? No, not even the flap of a butterfly’s wing…or will it?