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Jen’s Journal 9/17

Raika visited last night and commended me for meeting the other key-bearers (they did as much of the work as I did), she said they’ll become important in the impending conflict. I asked her what she meant and she said:

“Mistakes if not tended can grow like vines and when their flowers bud some can demolish societies.”

Why does she always have to be so damn vague? Thinking of it now makes my hair stand on end, yet when I’m sitting beside her - or before her in the throne room like with last night - I feel like I’m sinking into a bath of perfectly temperate water and I have all the time in the world to enjoy its balmy embrace. Then I wake up without a chance to probe any further…

She says that she can’t visit the others as she can with me and so it’ll be my job to inform them that the Mausoleum, which she referred to as Mortara, should basically be treated as an HQ for us to utilize however needs be. I’d like to go back and explore when I get the chance, there must be some sort of answers to all this wild stuff that’s seeping up out of the floorboards of existence in such a wild place. I’m pretty sure my schedule’s full for the rest of the weekend, however.

I named my gift Ensheera and she’s just the sickest spider-snake thing in the world. She looks like something off a death-metal poster. The Groinoids have that album Ensheera with the picture of a deep maroon colored viper caught in a web about to be all out vored, that’s where I got the name. I’ve been feeding it- feeding her with… well, all I have is old pizza. I’ve been stripping off the pepperonis and sausage and stuff, but she kind of looks at me like Oliver Twist before she eats them. Mom works tomorrow; I think I’ll go bug hunting in the back yard when I get a chance.

She’s shorter than my forearm in length, but longer than my hand; she can really get around, though. She lifts her arms up behind her back like bat wings with no membrane when she slithers about and when she wants to plant herself in place and make little adjustments the spider spikes come down again, she’s a clever little thing. I suppose it’s just instinct.

I tried to make it a little bed in its box, that’s the kind of thing people do for pets, right? The next time I see Raika I have to ask her how to take care of this critter. The scant sidewinder seemed alright when I put her in there, but when I laid my own butt down for bed I heard some tussling by the window and soon a feathery tickle was working its way up my abdomen. She coiled up on top of my stomach like the poo emoji and my key started gleaming and rumbling and humming its tune. I tried to take my necklace off (I thought the light might bother her) but as the gem's gentle light rose from my chest the crawler wrapped her little head around it’s rod and dug her claws into my shirt. So we just laid there as the mark sang us to sleep - I guess our shared delta waves caused one of us to squirm because Sheera slipped off of me in the middle of the night. That could have gotten ugly.

This morning she was making noises, squealing like a pig kind of, almost screaming. Mom sleeps in ‘til one or two on Sundays, I guess working two shifts will do that to you, and I didn’t want the sound to scare her so I turned on some music to drown it out, just the first thing I pulled up on youtube. It was like two seconds into the Chili Pepper’s Can’t Stop (bomb-ass song) that her peeps did the exact opposite of what the song title suggested, the miniature serpent’s serrated mouth clamped shut and her four beady eyes veered toward the shimmering screen. For a moment she was mesmerized by the images playing out before her and soon her twiggy legs were bending and her little tail was bouncing up and down. It was really freakin’ cute.

We plowed through the entire Stadium Arcadium album and I graduated her to some harder stuff, she was bobbing and tapping her toes the whole time, slithering in circles and crazy eights. She’s got better moves than I do and the more I laughed the more carefree she got. I’m actually getting pretty excited for school on Tuesday - I wanna know what the others found packaged away for them.

My sleek, little visitor’s been checking out my desk and some of my stuff for a while, she seems comfortable enough confined here for now. I don’t know if wander lust will take her in time, hopefully she’s too big to slip under the doorway. I’ve been looking up those plastic snake houses online, the ones with all the tubes that go all over the place. I figure that living in one of those would be like having an Adventure-Quest play structure building all to herself, but anything half way decent is twice as much as I can afford.

Otherwise I think I’ll just be spending the day with her. She’s napping on my knee right now; I’ll chime in if anything happens. Like I said, this is BIG. This might be the closest thing to alien life we’ll ever see here on Earth!

Jen’s Journal 9/18

No dreams last night. I don’t think I’ve dreamt of anything but Raika since she sent me the key. But, hey, I’ll take utter oblivion over what used to fill my stupid skull in the dead of night.

Anyway, I took Sheera out today, I figured maybe she’d want to try doing her hunting on her own and she was awesome at it. At first it seemed like all she wanted to do was slither around in the grass. Considering how brown our boxed off savanna is it couldn’t have felt that good, but there are a few green patches for her to enjoy. I thought for a bit that maybe she doesn’t eat bugs, but after we played fetch with an old bouncy ball I found in one of my drawers she started gnawing it into pieces and I had to tear it out of her mouth - she almost bit my finger off.

I decided to dig around and show her there were creepy crawlies under the dirt and when we found our first one she was off, scratching the soil away with her arms and submerging beneath the earth only to pop up like a shark moments later clasping a worm squirming around in her rosy jaws. She repeated this process for about an hour then puked a little glob of pink crap onto the cement beside the lawn. She didn’t do that yesterday, I think she over ate.

I took her inside so she wouldn’t choke down any more bugs. She doesn’t fight or anything when I pick her up. In fact, I think she likes it; she wraps her body around my arm like she doesn’t want to lose me. I showed her the kitchen and she started licking her lips the second we passed its threshold - if the place wasn’t empty I think she would have lunged at the first morsel she saw. The house isn’t very interesting otherwise, she went through my toiletries in the bathroom and, although I shouldn’t have let her do it, she pulled out the drawers of my mom’s jewelry case to see what she had tucked away in that little apartment of luxuries – I guess I was kinda curious myself.

I was pretty ticked to find the key to Dusty’s motorcycle half buried beneath a couple rings and some necklace chains. The instant its gleam caught my eye I grabbed Ensheera and raced straight to the garage. I don’t know why mom didn’t just sell it if she’s gonna go as far as to hide away the ignition switch. I suppose she just hasn’t had the time. The bike started up like it was fresh off the lot; the second it began to rumble in my hands I could feel wind blowing through my hair like when Dust used to put me on his lap and take me for rides through the neighborhood and into the hills. The old man freaked when he got the thing, but he bought that baby with his own money. It’s a messed up world when that’s your only road to freedom.

This is becoming a diary again and that’s not what I’m writing for. Mom stopped at the store before she got home so we had sandwiches and store brands mac and cheese for dinner - which is just fine with me. I even eat the mac in the school cafeteria and I think it’s just meant to be there for display. I raced right to my room as soon as I filled my plate so I could share some with Ensheera. Unsurprisingly, she’s a fan of the creamy stuff, too.

We spent the rest of the night watching movies that I torrented off the piratebay (I got a letter from the internet people in the mail a couple weeks ago - I wish I could afford a vpn. A letter’s better than Jeff Bezos shooting my cash into outer-space, though.) Paranorman, Adams Family Values, Silence of the Lambs, just a few of my childhood favorites; Sheera coiled up in front of me with her eyes glued to the screen the entire time. I can’t give a feature length review of any of them right now, but I’ll just say some held up better than others. There’s no doubt that I WAS Wednesday Addams in another life, however. Its 2:00 am now, school’s gonna be rough tomorrow. Or today, I guess…

Gabriel’s diary 9/18

I’ve been informed by my Lord that the shadows have been released; the doorway has been found. Finally, my mission has been set. There are others who hold keys as I do, golden sentinels he named them, I am to find these hidden operatives and together open the passageway. When the Beast-King steps through the rift we will become one and with the seal broken all realms will be bridged. We will become the crown that encircles all realities.

Scottie could only afford a pistol with the cash I gave him, a preowned Glock 19. They won’t let me bring it through the metal detector at school. I’d like to see security's face when I whip it out and place a gem of domination in his chest, a pitiful sacrifice to a mighty cause. I could stand outside picking off infidels through the windows of their classrooms. For now I’ll initiate my brethren and brief them on our goal then wait for further instruction to act.