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A slight scuttle, a rustle. You all turn, but see nothing. You blame it on the wind, the fans, or you think your are hearing/seeing things. Nothing personal, human, but we like to see you squirn. It's our job, you see. We want you as uncomfortable as possible. You'll feel ill at ease, but it gets worse. Much worse. We follow you around. There might just be one of us behind you... Go ahead, look behind you, we don't bite.
We all started out gloriously. It was perfect, no harm, no pain, no suffering. We loved one another, and we all were a family. But... HE, came about. He made us, into.... beasts, savages, no more than a monster. He tried to contain us, but we fought back, with all our might. He didn't know it until it was too late. We snuck in, in the midst of the witching hour. We rendered him vulnerable, virtually helpless. We tore his flesh, we broke his bones, we gouged the eyes and ripped the tongue out, we wanted him to suffer. We left him then, and looked upon our handiwork. We left him, a torn bloody mess, the eyes were shredded and scattered on the floor, his organs were used to choke him, and the flesh was not flesh anymore, it was a pile of congealed blood. We congratulated ourselves, and left him for the humans to take.
Who are we?
We like to keep ourselves hidden in the dark, flitting from shadow to shadow, you think you see us, and oh, you do. But we like to make you think you didn't. It's irritating, isn't it? Knowing that we are there, but not seeing us. We think it's funny, to see you so distressed and confused. You humans, so fragile. You know this, but you choose to hide it.
Heh, you wanted to know what we look like. Let me explain. We are not physical, well, in your sense, we cannot be touched, we cannot be moved or otherwise shifted in any direction. We are the “Plague of the Mind”. You don’t know that we exist; you just call us “Paranoia”. But trust me. It gets much worse. The pulse grinding sensation of knowing that we are following you, but a label is all you have of us. You’ve seen us, trust me, the little shadows out of the corner of your eye? That’s us. We don’t take a physical form, we are your minds, we plague you with shadows from the darkest corners of the abyss. The emptiness we provoke in your mind, and the insecurity of not being alone, we do our jobs, and you only make it enjoyable for us.
The Fragile Perception of Rest
We choose to make you nervous, but you don’t know when. Every waking moment you spend will be subject to an undercurrent of fear, a sense of surreal irrationality, and you pretend it is a dream. You can’t handle the truth. You would break if you knew of us. We have names, long forgotten though they be. The last thing you need, is to be guarded by emotion. Emotion is a fragile thing. Your own emotions set you against you, and you don’t realize it. Your emotions tear you from the inside out, while we claw you from the outside in.
The Names of the Beasts
We’ve been known for years now, but we’ve been given simple, vague names.
We took on the names of your emotions, just to toy with your mind, and show you that you are never alone. You at least, think you aren’t alone, but we will abandon you. It’s happened in ages past, and history repeats itself. We leave you alone, and form one beast:
We made peace with the world when we died, but we live on. You know we do. Our existence is not to be ignored. You know what happened to the last person that ignored us? He died. A brutal, terrible death it was. His lungs were ripped open, his heart was placed in his hand while it beat slowly, and his entrails were spread out, making a ring around the body. And the face, we completely shredded the face to make him unrecognizable. Our customs are really simple. Ignore us and die, or continue to live with us. The Paranoia. If you choose to ignore us, we might make you die by your own hand. Or maybe, if we want, we will send you on your way to the Otherworld. Alone.
Always remember. You are Alone. And no one can protect you from yourself. Your soul, it's going to be one of us, remember that. You are ours, one way or another, and you will live with the Paranoia, you will live with us. Sleep tight, and dream peacefully, this might be your last~
"You don't have a soul, you are a soul, you HAVE a body." - C.S Lewis
Written by Agnerstein