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The diary of a lost soul

Summary:

You didn't trusted this cat lady, she wasn't even trying to hide the fact she wasn't a damn human.
After this thing contorted its body, and you shot her obviously, you saw something inside her skirt while you were putting the corpse inside the bag.

Her skirt had pockets and inside there was a small notebook, inside a plastic bag.
You opened it and inside it was written "Property of:" the name was scratched out. Maybe this is her diary.
She is already dead so, why not read it?

Notes:

The name of the orange cat in the game files is "Naperdish" it would mean something like "Farty", that's why the name is funny.

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You didn't trusted this cat lady, she wasn't even trying to hide the fact she wasn't a damn human.
After this thing contorted its body, and you shot her obviously, you saw something inside her skirt while you were putting the corpse inside the bag.

Her skirt had pockets and inside there was a small notebook, inside a plastic bag.
You opened it and inside it was written "Property of:" the name was scratched out. Maybe this is her diary.
She is already dead so, why not read it?
You began to read the first entry, she had a neat handwriting.


Diary entry #1

I have a weird feeling lately as if a lot of bad things are going to happen so that's why picked up this notebook, I had to get these things out of my chest, but, my friends would probably think I am crazy.

Today I went to my ballet classes and I had fun (and foot pain) as usual, I placed my things inside the backpack and walked out of the classroom, there is a lot of plants, trees, bushes around, which is beautiful to me, I enjoy watching the bumblebees lay in the flowers or the birds chipping, there is always peaceful sounds but, even when today was a sunny day, everything was dead silent.
I thought that it was only because I took more time to pack up my things and my classmates were already gone, but nature was also silent.
Trees and grass still, birds completely quiet, there weren't any bees buzzing although there was a beehive nearby.
Just silence, the air felt thick and my heart started racing and I didn't knew why.

Then I saw it, in between the trees a really tall shadow, a tall thing, it looked like a human, but wrong.
It had two legs, two arms, one head, a human shape but too long. I couldn't tell what other features it had but somehow i knew it noticed me.
Grass creaking, it was walking towards me, I managed to move my body and run with all my strength.
I didn't knew where I was running but I had to get out of there.

I may or may not looked crazy to others but I finally reached home.
It's been 5 hours since then. And I still feel a bit frightened, but I am trying to convince myself it was my imagination. I hope I am right about it.

Night Night!


The first entry has an adorable little cat drawn with some hearts on the bottom of the page.
You continue reading.


Diary entry #2

Four days have passed since the last entry.
I have gotten mysterious dreams, normally my dreams don't make sense but these days it is as if my mind is trying to tell me something.
I dreamt that it is a sunny day, while I was walking on the street I began to notice that it's too sunny, it's too hot, the trees, grass and people are burning. Then i noticed i am burning too. Afterwards I woke up, it's always the same dream with the same ending.

Today I went to the store to buy some groceries and when I was walking home, an orange cat started to follow me. I opened the front door and it followed me too.
No collar, no anything, the cat let me pet it and it was really friendly.
It is kind of ugly but I kept it, I named it "Naperdish", it's funny.

Night Night!


"Naperdish"? Was that the name of the cat? You feel childish because you chuckled by that name.


Diary entry #3

Some days have passed, I forgot how many. Since i adopted Naperdish I feel tingling inside my ears, when i think a fly landed on my ear or something like that and I try to squish it, there is nothing there.
I get a mild migraine and i feel dizzy sometimes, I take ibuprofen for it but it seems worthless.

Yesterday I met a cute bald guy when I was eating at the Cafe. He just sat on the same table as mine and started a conversation with me.
I thought it was weird at first but I liked him; it was love at first sight. After two hours he told me he had to go, before he could out of the door just like that I stopped him and asked for his number.
He gave it to me.
I felt happy.

Night Night!


At the bottom of the page there is a drawing of a bald guy with hearts around him.
He looks familiar; perhaps that's a drawing of the prophet who sometimes comes to your door.


Diary entry #4

I forgot about this journal for a few weeks, but I have some news.
I am dating the guy who was mentioned in the last entry. He is so perfect because he has the three things i want in a guy: funny, cute and romantic.

But there is something weird about him, I don't know what but I just feel I him. I had more dreams that don't seem to be only dreams since I am with him, it's almost like they are prophetic.
When waking up you think "oh, that was a dream", but when i wake up I think "was it a dream?".
In my dreams everything keeps burning but i don't get burnt; and she keeps talking to me.
I don't remember who is she and what she tells me when I wake up but inside my dream I understand, I understand that it is coming.

Night Night!


"Who is "she"?" You ask to yourself
The next and final entry doesn't have a handwriting as neat as the other ones, but still understandble.


Diary entry #5

The weather is hotter yet hotter. It was adviced by the news to don't get out of your home.
I am sad because I couldn't hang out with my boyfriend lately.
I am alone with my Kitty.

The tingle inside my brain has turned into voices whispering, then it turned into voices yelling and screaming at me.
My head hurts, I want them to
They keep telling me to go outside to meet her.
Kitty telling me the same thing.
She is so beautiful, I can see her beauty radiating through the curtains.
I remember her name now.
Death.



You close the diary.
You don't know how to feel about this.