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1/13/2012 **rio 64

January 13th, 2012

1/13/2012
6:54pm
so i played again today.
thought the title had m and a all weird so it was super rio 64
and marios face had become boo on the face thingy.
its getting weird.it teleported me to the first bowser battel.it kept on bringing up ghosts dont die about 50 times but then it said,
now you do….bohahahahahahahahahahahah.
king boo appeared to replace bowser but he had no weak points.
he killed me and the game crashed…my 3ds then showed king boo on both screans and screamed bohahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. then its power died…..
im gonna play tomorrow maybe….

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mario 64 1/12/12

January 12th, 2012

January 12th,2012
4:57pm…………..
hey guys i was just playing mario 64 on the wii(downloaded it)
and something odd happened,im going to keep a log of this from now on.
now i went to play and my file was gone.so i made a new one but in stead of it saying file a it said boo….
so i started the file and, i was at boos cage right away.some text came up it was bowsers first defeat lines,then second,then final.
then i was teleported into boo’s cage.then king boo apeared and attacked,i killed him and it brought up the line ghosts dont die,killed him again,it happened again,and again,and again.then it said ghosts dont die but now you do and the light in my room went out and king boo laughed…the game froze and i stoped playing…for now.
im going to play again tomorrow and see what happens.
later,Jake…

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wacky burger GOLDEN MEMBERSHIP

December 9th, 2011

hey guyz there is the new gold membership on wb.
it costs 300points a month.
some wacky burger shop items can only be bought through golden memberships
plus,you get a present on pikmin planet every month too
so sign up if you wantz cool stuff =D
enter 795401563248 in the wb shop to unlock 1 month of free membership
later

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fluffymon episode 2

September 28th, 2011



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fluffymon episode 1

September 27th, 2011



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the terrible secret of animal crossing(jakes version part1)

September 23rd, 2011

so…
im riding to a camp called zenton.i`ve never herd of but its cheap and we are poor.
i get off the bus and i don’t get a chance to grab my stuff out of the side compartment of the bus.
he just takes off…
i head to the camp hall and the lady at the desk looks…like…a…pelican? apparently her name is pelly…
pelly:tom nook will give you the keys to your cabin
so i head to a market called nookway to see tom nook
tom nook:i will show you to your cabin
so we walked and i thought to myself,how big IS THIS PLACE!?
finally we arrived at my cabin he said that it costs 19800 dollars,and i can sell him almost any thing
so i work for 5 hours and get paid nothing but he takes 1400 off the house so that is pretty much getting paid 1400
so i go out and collect 26 oranges and get 2600 dollars so 4000 dollars gone for the house
this is easy a little to easy 26 oranges was all the ones in town
so i have to wait 4 days for it all to grow back…

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terrible secret of animal crossing(jakes version part 3)

September 4th, 2011

so penny gets every kid to the center of the island
because she needs an eye…
this is my chance!i can take down penny there!
so im at the center and i get over to Trevor,Wade,Sean,and Jacob and tell them my plan,so behind everyone we slip
over to the back door,its unprotected,and walk up the stairs and i peek through the door
penny is giving an announcement there are no guard dogs so we burst in at her
penny:oh hello Jake i expected to see you down there but i guess your a volunteer.
not likely,guard dogs start to run up the stairs and Wade dives down them and hold off the guards
animals start climbing to the balcony and Trevor cannon balls on to them and Sean closes the balcony door,so me and Jacob vs penny…
Jacob punches penny but gets blown back by hey claws and as she charges at him i smash her to the ground i pick up Jacob he get into cannon ball position and i throw him into her…
she lies there dead
i walk down stairs with guards knocked out and wade drawing faces on them,i head into Jordan`s room in the house and let her go,Sean jumps down
and i see animals lying on the ground from Trevor`s work,Wade walks out wearing a guards helmet and all the animals run away except nook
he congratulates me and i tell him about his wife but he does not care he said she was a monster…
nook calls the air force and helicopters come to the rescue and nook comes with us
3 months later nook is back to normal and moves next door to my house
everything has tuned out fine
and the Navy is sinking the gyroids and recusing the people that tuned back to normal
so i guess this is the end.

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terrible secret of animal crossing(jakes version part 2)

September 4th, 2011

i`ve been at it for a month and i am finally done but now i have to pay a debt of 120000 for remodeling i don`t want!
the other people have been mocking me and every time i finish a debt i get another one!
summer is over and no one has come to get me…what is going on!
i think they are trying to keep me here…
i bought a shovel at nooks because he buys dino bones and he says there are allot
so im digging and i find a statue i bring it to the museum and the keeper blathers says
blathers:this is a gyroid
so i bring it to nooks and he wont except it
nook:i think you should hold on to that
so i put it in my 4 times mortgaged house`s basement
i continued to find them and made a shrine
i noticed all the people had them
then it hit me like a dart!there not dressed like animals they ARE ANIMALS!
and the gyroids have something to do with it! so i throw them away
tom nook sent me a letter telling me to meet him at nookway
so i walk in and nook explains
nook:i bought a private island for my wife but the construction workers were tuned into animals because of the buried gyroids
…an ISLAND! i thought
so he tells me
nook:there are multiple camps and my wife penny gets kids to the island and turns them into animals
but…there is something wrong, her cancer messed with the crossing and she uses other animal parts to fix herself if her own body parts die
he says that if we work together we can free all the kids
and destroy the island
so he gives me some thing and says
nook:send these balloon packages to every part of the island and say that me and you can free everyone
so i send out the packages and i get reply’s fast
to my horror the people all around the island are my friends from back home and finally
from the center of the island i get a message from Jordan saying that she is stuck with penny but she is okay
…penny…has…my girlfriend………….
oh my god!

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the horrable secret of animal crossing ending 2(anti box version)

August 21st, 2011

I stared at the box for what must have been hours, but it felt like three weeks. It was getting darker and a chill breeze fluttered through the trees.

I waffled agonizingly back and forth between what I wanted to do and what I should do. This wasn’t her handwriting or her paper.

I had no reason to think she wrote it or that she was even alive anymore. My imagination had started to get the best of me and I could clearly envision all the hideous things that would be staring back at me from the box’s depths; a ruptured organ, a severed head. I couldn’t imagine anything good being in the box. It was too much to take. For the first time in my life I made the responsible decision. I wouldn’t let Nook get to me like this.

I returned the lid to the box, picking it up gingerly by the sides. My legs were heavy as I walked down to the shore. In one swift motion I flung the box out to sea where it sputtered on the waves, dipped, and sank beneath the depths. I said goodbye to Penny. I suddenly felt very tired. Instead of building my raft I stood on the shore watching the clouds.

The sky was cloudless that evening and the only thing worth mentioning was a funny putter in the distance, like somebody was receiving a very loud raspberry, but it soon ended. Eventually the other residents began to return to camp. They looked tired too and a little distant. Nobody said a word that evening, which was perfectly fine with me.

The next few days were long and dreary. I would sit on the shore, intently watching where sky met sea and thinking of Penny. As hard as I tried to stay positive I couldn’t keep the images out of my head. A stray vision would flash behind my eyes, of a sad girl, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks, missing an arm and a tongue and who knows what else. Or I would find myself imagining how it had happened, the horror she had felt waking up to find herself in pieces the way I had when I lost my eye. I imagined her misery and fear mixed with the boundless optimism she would always display in her letters. She was the bravest person I knew, but now she was dead. Dead. The word had only begun to sink in. Permanently gone. It was a concept I couldn’t fully understand. Who would be brave for me?

I stood on the shore again that night, crescent moon above me.

The tide rolled in and out again but made no sound. In the distance the waves flattened out to a black ink, as though the ocean were made of hardened oil. Before me, the sea shimmered oddly in the moonlight, catching my attention.

A gash erupted from the oily plane, draped in a black dress almost indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. It began to slide toward me. I rubbed my eyes, terror creeping into my skin and planting small bumps along my arms and neck. The form was coming toward me faster now, and arms formed from its sides, stretching toward me in the dim celestial light. As it neared I could make out its shape, the silhouette of a young girl now moving at terrifying speed toward me. Her face was an inky mask but lips unexpectedly formed on its blank canvas. I was frozen in place, petrified as the featureless face paused scant inches before me.

In an unearthly whisper, she breathed: “Why did you throw me away, Billy?” The voice sucked the breath out of my lungs and I choked violently for air…

I awoke in a cold sweat. The nightmare was overwhelmingly lucid. Dawn was breaking and I went down to the shore slowly, tentatively, as if expecting to see Penny’s ethereal visage beckoning to me in the soft morning light. There was nothing but the rolling waves and I watched them suspiciously. As time passed they became mesmerizing.

I didn’t know if it was the influence of the gyroids or an overwhelming depression that had dug itself into me with a parasitic fervor, but I stared over the side of a small ocean cliff into its inviting wake breaking on the rocks beneath me, dreaming of release.

The desire to end it, everything, was starting to feel… right…

Without warning I had fallen into the water, as though I had been pulled in and the tide was dragging me out to sea. I made no effort to stop it. I stared down into the murky sediment and could see no more than a foot below me, salt water stinging my wounded face until even that went numb. I secretly reveled in a vision as close to nothingness as I had ever imagined. Somehow my sight had gone even darker.

I’m coming, Penny. I love you.

A foggy vision came to me. Maybe this is what it feels like to see your life flash before your eyes.

When I woke up the second time my head was doing cartwheels. Was my mind playing cruel tricks on me? I suddenly thrashed to my side and vomited, salt water pouring from my gut. I hadn’t been dreaming? What the HECK what going on? I grabbed my axe and headed downstairs, anxious to return to the shore but was waylaid by an unexpected visitor.

The dirt near my front door burst forth and a resident I had never seen before shouted at me:9sorry its in screen shoots so no speech for you…=P)
He abruptly burrowed away from sight, like he had never been here at all.

They had… saved me from dying? RESCUED ME? FROM DYING? This was it, this was my life. I couldn’t escape. I was alone. They wouldn’t even let me die. Why?

I hear ya, figment of my imagination… No rational thought echoed in my head. I felt an unexpected physical and quite literal snap reverberate through my skull and my body felt different. I may have lost my mind. It kind of tickled. I giggled and looked at my axe, gleaming in the sunlight. It was shinier than I remembered. So pretty.

Let’s all go to the Nook n’ Go. I was happy to see Tom, even if he looked funny today. He was wearing a bandage on his head. What a goof! He had to meet my new friend, Mr. Axe. As I burst into the store, Tom was shouting something at me.
I think it was:

WAIT, STOP! LET ME EXPLAIN…

But I know Tom Nook is a liar, so I really don’t see how it mattered. All I wanted to do was introduce him to Mr. Axe. I think they became good friends.

I don’t remember what happened after that very well. A bunch of animals came to join our party. They took away Mr. Axe. They dragged away Nook. They held me down. I don’t remember…

I’m writing this story because she asked me to. She said it would help her a lot and make the island a better place for everyone, and I’m just glad I can help. She had all kinds of good news! I was finally starting to fit in around camp! We just got a bunch of new guard dogs… and they caught a terrible thief that was terrorizing camp!

Don’t worry about me, I really do feel better now! Oh, did I forget to tell you? I finally met Penny! She’s very nice.

She said I shouldn’t hurt people, even liars, but she said after I write this for her she wants me to come to her house for a special party, just the two of us. I’m very excited.

A few days ago, she told me that we’d be getting someone new in town. I can’t wait to meet him.

I think we’ll be best friends.

THE END. AGAIN.

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the horrable secret of animal crossing ending 1(box opening version)

August 21st, 2011

I know I shouldn’t look. In my head I went back and forth a million times… should I look? Could I go on without knowing? I must have thought about it for almost twenty minutes but it felt like three days. In my wildest fantasies I just couldn’t convince myself that anything good could possibly be in that box. But I’m just human and whoever tied this to a balloon knew it.

I peer cautiously into the box’s depths awaiting my one good eye to confirm my frantic suspicions; a severed limb, an AWOL organ, a whole freaking head leering at me askew. My heart raced as I glimpsed the contents. A thick red goo covered the bottom, bulbous chunks providing some unwelcome depth. I could feel my adrenaline kick in…

I blinked, confused.

Some cracked glass? A black metal frame and a power cord? If I didn’t know better I’d say someone had put a lava lamp in here and it had busted in the fall. It was a lava lamp. What? This was Penny’s last gift?

Wait a second. You have to weigh the balloon down to keep it from flying off. On a hunch I began to feel my way through the lamp sludge when my fingers wrapped around something unexpectedly heavy and smooth.

It was a key. And it had Nook’s symbol on it. The burden of the anticipated horror I had been carrying lightened an ounce. Could Penny possibly still be out there, being held captive, being tortured… stop it. I had to focus.

So this was how Penny got into the shop that night. I wonder how she had managed to snag it. It had only been about a week but it seemed like a lifetime ago. Screw the raft; I was taking the express route. I don’t even know how to build a raft.

It really was Nook’s key.

It was the middle of the day but Nook had locked up his shop tight, which was suspicious because I still hadn’t seen a single resident in town. I unlocked it and it slid open with a familiar whoosh. Even with light shining through the windows it was unsettling to be in Nook’s store alone. My nerves were tingling at the very real possibility that I was walking into a trap. Were animal-people going to start swarming out of hidden panels to give me another beating? Something told me they wouldn’t. It didn’t add up. What was going on around here?

It didn’t take long to find the secret passage.

After a few minutes of wandering around, I had the thought to push the large green dollar sign on his cash register. A small trap door popped open on the floor in front of me. Predictable.

A narrow ladder led into ominous pitch abyss. If it had been me instead of Penny that night I would have promptly turned around and gone back to talking to my gyroids, but I wasn’t the same Billy anymore. I didn’t even care about escape any more. The only thing I wanted was to see Penny and if that was impossible, I shuddered, I was going to see blood.

I looked around the store and noticed that Nook had a camping lantern on sale today. Five finger discount. I was lucky- it came pre-loaded and I flicked it on to its woefully inadequate brightest setting. I looked over the side of the opening into the murky darkness.

It smelled like wet earth and rotting plants. With the sun beating down outside it was surprising to be somewhere this cold. The tunnel was short and crude at best with roots and earthworms dotting the earthen walls. My palms were clammy. I tightened the grip on my axe.

I was going to see how deep this rabbit hole went.

I didn’t get far.

An old fear gripped me but it was quickly replaced with new determination. I was a new Billy. I guess this was as good a time as any- it was just us, no hope of escape. He looked genuinely surprised to see me. I squared off with the raccoon, my arch-nemesis, the cause of all my pain and suffering, axe trembling in my unsteady hands.

I’LL KILL YOU, NOOK! I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU ANYMORE!

He just stood there, motionless. He stared me in the eyes. I could tell he was trying to make a decision. An immeasurable moment passed between us before he replied, shoulders visibly slumping.

…do it. I won’t stop you.

I took a step forward, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It had to be a trick but it was now or never. I took another step and swung with the untrained wrath of a furious eight year old fighting for his life.

The unexpected heft of the axe carried me off-balance into the tunnel wall, the blade falling short and biting into Nook’s leg. He dropped to the dirt, emotionless. Crimson gushed from the deep gash in his thigh and my stomach did somersaults at the sight of drawn blood.

What the heck are you doing?

C’mon, boy. Get it over with.

NO! What did you do to Penny?! Where is she?!

Nook raised his head heavily, sweat hanging from his brow. He was clearly in excruciating pain. He braved a wry grin, sadness hanging from the edge of mouth.

You’ve been a pain in the butt since you showed up, Billy. Forget Penny, just get out of here. That key will work on the boat on the west end of the island.

PLEASE!

He sighed heavily, the sigh of a man letting go of whatever little he had left. In the faint light of the dropped lamp I could make out his dilated raccoon eyes staring a thousand miles away. His breathing had started to get heavy.

We were building a resort. Half the crew quit because of those stupid gyroids. We offered to pay double to anyone that would stay. It wasn’t long before they started to turn into animals.

STOP IT! Just tell me where Penny is! Did she cross? Did you eat her?!

Shut up, Billy. Shut up or kill me. It’s your choice.

Tears were starting to well up in my eyes. Tears that I thought had been lost permanently.

There were over a hundred of us, helplessly turning into these abominations. When you cross, you lose your mind for a little while, Billy. Things got bad. I had to lock up K.K. because he was attacking people randomly. Calling it the Lord of the Flies would be an understatement. Several separate gangs formed and we did horrible things to each other for territory… that was a long time ago. Over time you’ll start to regain your memories but you never forget what you’ve done.

His eyes had become glossy. He suddenly stared right at me with a force that was almost tangible.

I sent you those letters, Billy.

I almost had an aneurism. I choked on my strained reply.

LIAR!! You’re the leader! You’re controlling everything! You just want to keep children here until they cross and then you eat them, you piece of crap! I read your papers! I read your JOURNAL!

Eat you? I thought you were smarter than that.

What?

You can’t escape this island, Billy. We’re hundreds of miles from the coast of Japan. This island isn’t even on any maps. Oh, you’re welcome to try and I hope you make it. God knows I’ve tried. Look what I got for my effort…

He tapped his right arm against the rocky dirt wall, the hollow clack of plastic echoing down the tunnel. Fake arm. I can’t believe I never noticed, but then it was hard to tell it was plastic beneath the matted fur he had attached to it. For the first time I noticed a slight effort in his voice, an inability to form sharp sounds. No tongue.

I’m not the leader, I’m just in charge of the cells. In the early days they used to torture the new kids but I was able to convince them it would be easier this way. I’ve tried to make all of you as comfortable as I could. Most of them are happy and stupid enough that they never even know what’s going on… even after they cross. But sometimes we get kids like you.

This can’t be right; it’s another one of Nook’s lies! He’s just trying to keep me confused, guessing! After all this time, how could he claim to be looking out for us, trying to make our lives better? Indignation coursed through my veins.

You’re a liar. I don’t believe you! Why would you pretend to be Penny?! Why would you give me your own journal? Why have you been sending me mixed messages like that creepy letter and then put your key in there?!

Look at me, Billy. Look at your face. This is what happens when you try to escape, they take something from you. The only thing I can give you is hope. Hope that there’s someone else out there. Didn’t you notice that I did nothing but encourage you to wait longer and longer? Try to scare you into doing nothing? Wouldn’t let you take any action? I have to admit, I didn’t predict you’d use the balloons to map the island. It never should have taken this long. You should have crossed by now. At least then maybe you could finally accept that you’re stuck here. I sent you one last letter to try to scare you into letting it all go and giving up. I gave you my key. I wasn’t lying, I don’t need it anymore. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d see you down here.

I was starting to lose it. Something deep in my gut told me that he wasn’t lying. He was bleeding out in front of my eyes and he didn’t care. It answered some questions that had been gnawing the back of my mind that I had been trying to ignore… how could a little girl like Penny have broken into Nook’s house and just happened to find his private papers and journal? Why would she run back to her own cell? How could she get away with putting together a package every day? Tears were streaming down my face.

Then… there’s no Penny? She was never real?

Oh, she’s real all right.

He must have seen the shock on my face. He averted his eyes and continued.

Penny runs this freak show. I’m sorry, kid. I had to use her name on the letters because I couldn’t risk someone else finding the messages by accident and tracking them back to me. Nobody would question a message from Penny.

He managed a weak smile.

I’m running out of limbs.

No… no…

Crap, I shouldn’t have told you this. C’mon, get out of here. Make a run for it. You’re smarter than the rest of them, I think you have a real shot.

No… it’s not true and I can prove it! What about the end of your journal?! Why would you say that you need more children? Why did you say rabbits are your favorite?

The smile on his lips melted away and he groaned and shivered, almost indistinguishably. He leaned back and rested his head against the tunnel wall.

Listen, you’re not supposed to know some things…

I finally snapped. I punched him hard across the face and grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face to mine. I screamed:

YOU THINK YOU’VE SUFFERED? YOU THINK YOU’RE A SAINT BECAUSE YOU TRIED TO MAKE THIS PLACE ‘COMFORTABLE’? YOU, YOU COWARD! YOU THINK I GOT ANYTHING LEFT TO LOSE?! HUH?! NOW TELL ME EVERYTHING!

He looked me in the eyes. The tension hung in the air like a baby grand piano and there was a metallic tinge floating in the musty tunnel you could almost taste.

Penny was my… is my wife.

She was living with me on the dig site the whole time. She didn’t cross over the same way the rest of us did. She never recovered. She lost her mind. Everyone is afraid of her, they do whatever she says… the things she did to some of the other animals… she skinned some of them alive and wore their…

He trailed off for a fraction of a second.

I think her cancer messed with the crossing. She was terminal. The only reason I bought this place is because we wanted to live the rest of her days in comfort on a tropical paradise. This was going to make us enough money to never have to worry about her medical bills again. It was all for her. She had a full team of round-the-clock doctors we paid to keep on the island. They all crossed too.

Then something happened that surprised me more than I thought was possible anymore. Nook began to sob. This wasn’t the Nook I knew. This wasn’t the Nook I wanted dead. This was a broken man named Tom.

She took over the house and took over the journal and the business. She came up with a plan to get new residents… she never did anything to me but… she, she’s insane. She thinks that she can replace the cancerous parts of her body with… the children are… she thinks we’ll be together forever…

With unexpected dexterity, a gleam flashed from underneath his clerk’s apron. It was a knife! I covered my face with my arms, waiting for the pain. When I finally looked, Tom’s body was slumped, his vacant eyes staring at me, begging forgiveness.

Tom died unloved and alone in a dirty hole like an animal.
What was I supposed to do now?
I don’t know how long I stood there in disbelief. A thousand thoughts buzzed through my battered mind like an angry swarm of bees. Memories of these horrid months of my life flashed like a slideshow behind in my eyes. One in particular stood out.
I think it’s time to finally meet Penny.

I realized how alone I really was.

In the beginning there was still the hope that I could connect to some of the other residents. Then I had the gyroids, as misguided as that was… at least I could pretend. Then Penny. And now I realized that the man I had hated this whole time was my only friend. And I had practically killed him myself.

Maybe I could escape, maybe I’d be luckier than Tom and get away in the night, travel hundreds of miles in the right direction without running out of fuel and land in a foreign country that could send me back home. Maybe. Or I could be caught, mutilated and sent back to camp to wait for some crazy mouse to come take my organs.

No, there was only one way out of here.

I used the map “Penny” sent me of the island’s underground to find my way to the house in the middle of the island.

To call it a house is an understatement. It was a mansion, and I came up from the tunnel to see it from the back, its ominous silhouette accentuated by a halo of occluded sunlight. On the other side of the house I could make out the murmur of a large gathering, the kind of low din a mob makes. I wondered if that’s where all the residents had gone and why they were here. Even sneaking around to look would have been suicide. Lucky for me, a back door hung open like the mouth of a giant angry gyroid waiting to swallow me up.

Did Tom leave this door open for me?

There was no going back now. My hands hurt from the death grip I had on my axe.

The house was a complete disaster. Trash covered the floor and previously elegant furniture was smashed into pieces and pushed up against torn wallpaper. No lights were on in the gloomy foyer. The house appeared to have the same layout as all the other ones they built in camp, but this one was much larger. I knew where Penny would be. I made my way up to the third floor.

The bedroom door hung slightly ajar and from inside I could hear the shuffle of movement. Through the crack I could make out two large French doors on front of the room that were open to a balcony.

It looked as though Penny was about to make an announcement to the crowd like some kind of deranged dictator.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Was I really going to do this? I didn’t even know what I was going to do… run in there, chop her into tiny pieces and try to make it back to the tunnels without anyone seeing me? There was no rational course of action left… there was just action.

My arm reached for the door and it creaked aside. I saw her. She was sitting at a dresser, fixing her… face…

Tom, dear, is that you? Did you bring that boy I told you to fetch? DID YOU HAVE TO HURT HIM?!

Her voice shifted from a rational person to someone who had seriously lost their mind, with the sort of gleeful malevolence found only in comic books. She turned slightly and caught my eye in her mirror. I almost fainted.

Her face was… falling apart. It was clear a hideous disease was eating her alive. Her eyes were wrong- one was the dark black marble you’d expect of a mouse, but the other was… oh crap. It was my eye.

I felt dizzy and the room started to spin. My legs were about to buckle.

At the last second I pulled myself back together. I prayed that this would end quickly, one way or the other. I stumbled on my words- I wasn’t even sure what reaction I was trying to get.

Tom’s… dead. I killed him.

Dead? Phooey, that rascal, always getting into trouble. Now where am I supposed to find a child whose favorite animal is raccoons? Maybe Nebraska….

She didn’t even care. She had completely lost it.

I, I have to kill you, Penny.

I brandished my axe as menacingly as a dirty, malnutritioned child could muster. At this point a shout went up from the crowd below. All eyes had turned to the drama playing out in the bedroom.

Yes dear, that’s fine, in a little bit. We can’t keep the crowd waiting, can we? No, we can’t. It’s a good thing you showed up.

My heart seized up. OH GOD… what have I done? Tom knew what was going on here. He told me to run because he knew everyone had gathered here and it would be a long time before they started to look for me. I had a real shot, he said… He knew what was going to happen here and it was so horrible he’d rather be dead than play any part in it.

I was so focused on the hideous freak that Penny had become that I hadn’t noticed her personal guard dogs looming in the shadows behind me. They grabbed my arms with unnatural strength, twisting the axe from my hands. It fell harmlessly to the floor with a dull thud and I stared at it like a skydiver with a faulty parachute.

C’mon, Billy. This will be fun!

The guards dragged me downstairs while Penny addressed the crowd from her balcony. I could hear her voice muffled through the walls of the house but it was hard to make out complete sentences.

What I could make out was this: she was very upset about her documents and journal being stolen. She didn’t know who did it but she was going to find out and I was going to help. She ordered everyone to… line up?

We emerged from the front of the house, the sharp sunlight making the figures before me indistinguishable and blurry until my eyes had adjusted.

In front of me was a long row of children, most crying, some expressionless. Some were missing legs or ears or other pieces I couldn’t plainly see. They were being held against their will by their respective guard dogs, the residents of each camp watching from behind. I tried not to fall apart but I had a terrible premonition that I knew what was about to happen.

Penny screamed to me like a banshee from the balcony:

WELL, BILLY? Would you be so kind as to tell me which one of your friends here stole my belongings?

She didn’t know. She couldn’t understand that Tom betrayed her and now somebody was going to suffer for his actions. There was no time left to think.

It was me! I did it, leave them alone! LEAVE THEM ALONE!

Poor, brave Billy. You’ve already paid for your crime, don’t make me add lying to your list of punishments. I know you were in your own camp, so it couldn’t have been you. I’m very busy, and I’d really like to know who sent you those papers, Billy.

It was Tom! Tom did it! He did everything! Please… please just let them go…

Penny motioned to the first child in the line. The boy’s guards looked panicked but resigned to do Penny’s will. Begrudgingly, they dragged the boy, screaming, to the back of the house. Penny turned and left the balcony. Several minutes passed, blood-curdling screams filling the air.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

From inside the house, the dull thumps of someone heavily climbing the stairs could be heard. Penny returned to the balcony with her prize. She held out her arm… and waved around the arm she was holding.

Look, Harold’s waving goodbye to all of you. Now how about the truth this time, Billy?

The crowd collectively gasped, children intermittently screaming for their own lives. I doubled over, trying to heave but my stomach had nothing to give up.

Too much. I couldn’t deal with this. She was making me choose who to slaughter like livestock and if I didn’t tell her what she wanted to hear she’d drag each one of these kids behind the house… she was making a show of this so nobody would ever cross her again.

Well? Think carefully this time, won’t you?

My mind was blank. We were all going to die here, gutted by an insane monster until no one was left. Then they’d ship in a new batch of children.

It would go on forever.
For the first time I didn’t have any options, no hopeful plan or bed to hide in. Penny knew it wasn’t me that took her papers. She didn’t believe it was Nook. I don’t even know who she thought did it but if I guessed wrong she’d keep killing until I guessed right… or there was no one left. I don’t know if I could live with that. And then what would she do to me? Thoughts flew through my head like bullets but were inevitably rejected like golf balls off a brick wall. I didn’t know what to do. Seconds passed like eons.

“It was me!”

Shocked, I glanced over to see a gangly figure. A tall, relatively older boy had stepped forward. He was missing a leg from the knee down and moved slowly on a makeshift crutch.

What are you doing?!

The sides of his head were flat, lacking the telltale silhouette of ears. He couldn’t hear me.

Oh Phillip. You always were a troublemaker, hmm? Why don’t we take a walk together?

She giggled to herself at the thought of forcing Phillip to hobble alongside her on a pleasant afternoon stroll before again leaving the balcony. Phil. I knew that name. He was one of the children that had sent back a message to me when I was mapping the island. No guards dragged him along. As he shambled past and caught my eye there was the briefest hint of a grin on his lips. I was beginning to think that everyone had lost it when I realized that Phil had a plan of his own. But whatever Phil was planning to do wouldn’t work. Penny would never believe that this boy, barely able to round the corner of the house, was capable of breaking in at night and running off with her documents.

Phillip, don’t!

He was already gone. The entire crowd was mesmerized, staring into the empty side lot where Phillip had disappeared from sight, waiting for screams or for Penny to appear again from the balcony. And then what, we’d choose another sacrifice and go on like this into the night? This was the closest thing to a shot in heck I’d ever have and my body reacted before my brain could tell it to stop.

I spontaneously twisted from the grip of the guard who had, himself, become transfixed by the anticipation of the scene and made a break for side where Phillip had disappeared. Maybe between the two of us we could overpower the deranged mouse, maybe without her canine entourage we stood a chance.

We didn’t.

I turned the corner to see Penny hunched over the boy like a vulture. Both figures were covered in blood but one was not moving. Phillip was dead, yet the blood was not entirely his. On the ground beside Phillip was his crutch, the end of which had been sharpened to a dull point. I hadn’t noticed before. In Penny’s side a deep gash oozed inhumanly thick, dark blood. At the sound of footsteps behind her she had stopped what she was doing to look. She had been digging through his chest with her clawed arm like a gleeful child rooting through a discount bin of video games, looking for organs she’d like to keep and tossing the rest haphazardly to the ground around her.

My sight suddenly went black, as if to save me from the inescapable trauma, but in truth it was because guard dogs had plowed into me from behind, knocking me to the ground. The key in my pocket dug heavily into my thigh before springing freely onto the dirt.

As my vision returned I was shocked by Penny’s gruesome visage hovering over me, key in hand, eyes blazing.

WHERE DID YOU GET THIS, BOY?

There was nothing to say. Penny grasped me with uncanny strength for a mouse with a gut wound and literally dragged me through the mud, through the back entrance of the house and up the stairs.

She shrieked to the guards:
STAY!

Back in the bedroom, she propelled me with superhuman force against a wall and I slumped to the floor. She closed the doors to the balcony and rushed at me, burying her claw deep into my shoulder to hold me in place. Her face pressed against mine and my terror rose as I was forced to stare deeply into my own eye.

Where is Tom? WHY ISN’T HE HERE?

I…

My voice cracked. Her clawed fist was cutting off my windpipe.

T..told you, Tom’s dead.

She slammed me hard against the wall.

You couldn’t kill a fly, you weak waste of meat. WHERE’S TOM?

I don’t know why I hadn’t realized it sooner but Penny wasn’t unaffected by Tom’s death. She just hadn’t believed me until now. Vitriol was beginning to boil in my veins. I exploded furiously:

He killed himself! He killed himself because he couldn’t stand the thought of having to live one more minute with a hideous failure of nature like YOU! He’d rather be dead than have to wake up every morning next to a MONSTER!

Penny’s face suddenly twisted between unimaginable rage and emotional anguish before settling on something approaching neutrality. She let go of my punctured shoulder, small rivulets of blood trickling down my chest, and took a step back. Her voice buckled from that of a shrieking ghoul to an unfamiliarly human tone.

He committed suicide? Because of… me?

I was transfixed by the emotional rollercoaster playing out before me. Penny was looking past me now, her eyes glazed over, her thoughts a thousand miles away.

Tom, we were supposed to be together. You said it would only be a few more days before they got here. Just a few more days. We were supposed to be together. Forever.

Her face, distorted as it was, had begun to display the sincere appearance of regret. It was almost more disturbing than her wrath, which unexpectedly regained control as her gaze returned to me. A deranged grin overtook the corner of her mouth like some unseen puppeteer had pulled it there.

Do you know what I’m going to do, Billy? I’m not going to kill you. No, that would not be fitting. I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU HURT. FOREVER. That’s what Tom would want. I’m going to start with your hands and feet…

Penny began listing the ways in which she would happily mutilate me for as long as possible. She had lost herself in bloodlust, dreamily gazing skyward while she fantasized about every possible way she could make me suffer. It was terrifying and I believed every word of it.

But Penny had made a mistake. She was used to ruling with fear and it had served her well for a long time. Penny never knew fear, herself. She didn’t know it the way I did. She didn’t understand that she was a virus and that every shot she injected me with built up my tolerance. This was her last shot and it was a big one, but it couldn’t kill me.

I was the vaccine.

My body had become a processing plant for adrenaline. As Penny continued to blather on about my torturous future, I slowly rose to my feet. My muscles were clenched so hard they ached. I finally did what I had been too afraid to do in the past. What Tom had been too afraid to do.
Pushing off the wall I dove at Penny, balled fists wailing at her malformed head, her stomach wound, her neck and shoulder- anything that presented itself a target. Utterly taken off guard by the assault she stumbled backwards, trying to protect herself. An occasional swipe from her clawed arm would tear into clothes leaving sharp gouges but I couldn’t feel a thing. She stumbled to the floor, a dumbfounded expression on her face. I pursued Penny, who had driven herself up against the doors to the balcony and resumed my frenzy. She screamed in agony and crashed through the french doors, fresh hatchet wounds scoring her body. I lunged after her, slamming us both against the balcony railing. The entire population of the island stood below, overcome by the bloody
spectacle.

As I pressed onward with the grim melee, action became a blur; I no longer knew what I was striking, just that I couldn’t stop. In one last blood-curdling moan, Penny lifted herself over the balcony, grasping around my waist and neck and I toppled over with her, axe flung from my hand.

We landed three stories below with a moist thud. Penny was crushed beneath me. I could feel my chest shudder from the impact; a rib may have snapped. Penny was not so lucky, as she had absorbed the full impact plus my own weight. I raised myself to my knees and dropped my fist into her unprotected face heavily. I did it again. And again. Until it was nothing but bloody pulp. Her head tilted to the side, unmoving. Her face had been distorted beyond recognition from the thrashing and my eye rolled freely from it. I picked it up and held it like I had won some sort of demented carnival prize.
This is mine.
The crowd gathered in a circle around the scene, mouths agape. The air hung heavily around us, soundless, except for my weighty breathing. Pain was starting to seep back into my limbs when another sound floated in on the breeze- a low hum that seemed to pulse from an indeterminable distance.

Residents began to look towards the sky, confused by the barrage of strange events that were throwing their world into disarray. Suddenly a shout went up from the far end of the crowd.

“Helicopter!”

Slowly a dark speck on the horizon came into view, moving rapidly toward us until the trees around the house were disturbed by the hovering aircraft.

I glanced nervously at the animal residents. Some had started to flee. Some stood in a terrified stupor. The guard next to me looked at the corpse, then at me, then at the chopper hanging in the sky as though he were trying to piece together what had just happened and had blown a fuse. I expected residents to start raining down upon me, avenging their leader, but the wrath never came. They just stood there blankly as the helicopter touched down on the large patch of grass in the mansion’s front yard. On the helicopter’s side was a symbol; a white field with a radiating red sun.

Armed men hopped from the helicopter and formed a perimeter. A tall man in a suit waded through the bewildered crowd to where I was standing.

He offered his badge for inspection and asked with a slight accent “Are you Tom?”

And that’s where my story ends.

EPILOGUE

If you’re reading this journal, I suppose you’re wondering what happened next. I’d feel remiss if I didn’t transcribe it here, at least for my own peace of mind.

I was taken into custody and returned to the US. The United States government asked me to record what happened on that island and I wrote up this official document. It’s taken years of professional psychiatric care to get to the point where I can even think about it without having a mental breakdown. I’m almost thirty years old now. And sitting here, looking at the big picture I can barely believe any of this myself. I’m sure all of this will be filed away under “C” for crazy and never seen again.

But it helps to see it written down.

I still haven’t returned home. It’s been a long time and by now I’m sure my mother has moved on. Maybe I would just shock and upset her. Maybe I’m just afraid to go home. But I’ll do it someday soon. Honest.

Oh, I guess for posterity’s sake I should mention how they found us. It was much later that I learned a distress beacon had been set from the mansion. I think Nook had told Penny that he was going to fly in more doctors to help her. She had killed most of the originals.

But that left me wondering for a long time why he had to die if he thought someone was coming to rescue them.

Why did he kill himself? My psychiatrist says that when people experience severe trauma they often validate their fears. She thinks that Tom was so afraid his last plan for escape would fail like everything else that he killed himself to make sure it came true. I think that’s crap. Tom died because he was past his breaking point. I had learned that Tom was my only real friend. What I didn’t realize at the time was that it went both ways; I was his only friend. When Penny had ordered him to bring me to the mansion he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want the memories. He didn’t want the guilt. He didn’t want the judgment. He took the easy way out.

I was hooked into a government laboratory for months. They ran a lot of medical tests on me since my days on the island. There was something different about me. I was resistant to the gyroids. They aren’t sure if the gyroids produce a biological or chemical reaction in people or if there’s some other explanation, some sort of undiscovered mystical power. But they were able to use samples of my blood to make a vaccine that seems to be relatively effective in combating it.

Penny didn’t cross right the first time, so when she had my eye implanted into her own head and she began to revert, her body rejected it. It was literally killing her. It made me wonder if she used to be even worse, even stronger. If she hadn’t been weakened by the transplant could I possibly have taken her down? Better not to think about it.

In other residents, my genes would occasionally slowly reverse the gyroids’ effects. Some of the residents they used it on even slowly returned to their human selves, as though the crossing were just a virus or a radiation that could be purged. Though I was resistant, I was not immune. Nobody can tell me just how long it would have taken me to cross. Maybe months, maybe days.

Some people say everything happens for a reason. Would I do it all again if I knew I could save these people? The honest truth is… I don’t know.

The island has been condemned. The Japanese military, not knowing what to do with the dangerous gyroid statues, began to ferry them out in small numbers to a particularly deep part of the ocean and sink them. I guess it’s safer than keeping them in a lab or using them to develop weapons, but something occurred to me just recently. Even though they would only dispose of small numbers of the gyroids at a time, at the bottom of the ocean they must be piling up in large amounts. And I can’t help but wonder; if they turn humans into animals…

What do they turn animals into?

THE END

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