CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"What do you mean I made you?" asked Lisa after a long pause. The Squidinator looked like he was struggling not to release ink all over her again.
"I didn't know...it wasn't that you told me your name...it was your honesty or something...it made me remember," he said.
"Did we know each other?" she asked. Surely not, but then how could she possibly know? He had a fucking squid head.
"You didn't know me," he said. "I knew you...knew of you. Sort of. We lived in the same area. Sometimes I'd walk past you or behind you...I mean I'd see you about. That's all..."
"Behind me," she said. He hadn't meant to say that part. "You...used to follow me around?" She vaguely remembered creepy guys looking at her from time to time. But not one in particular.
"It wasn't all the time! No. I didn't follow you, not really. I just saw you around...I thought you were pretty. That's not a crime."
"I never said it was. And you didn't remember me until now?"
"My memories are still foggy. But stuff is coming back...about. About my lowest point."
"Did you try to do something to me?" she asked. What was he getting at?
"NO! I would never hurt you...or anyone! No! I just saw you sometimes, I liked you...I used to think your name was Emma."
"Why?"
"I heard a guy talking to you once...I was just, uhh, around the corner. I heard him say Emma. I started calling you Emma in my head after that."
"My brother's girlfriend was called Emma," she said, after thinking for a moment. She hadn't thought about Emma since before the world had changed. She'd barely thought about her brother either.
"I probably knew at first that it wasn't your name, I just used it in my head...anyway, like I said I didn't see you often. Until...one week. Near the end. I saw you three times in that week."
"Did you have a good wank over me?" she spat out. He didn't respond. It was obvious he had.
"There's more," he said. "I walked on dirt paths near where we lived...I don't know if you ever walked there. Honestly, you'd only been on those paths once that I remembered...I wasn't trying to make you see it."
"See what," she said.
"I wrote 'EMMA IS SEX' on the ground one day," he said. "With a stone. Just scratched it in...I don't even know why. I just wanted to."
She started backing away from him again. "Why would you want me to read that?"
"I JUST SAID I DIDN'T," he said. "It wasn't a place I'd see you walk on...just close by...I JUST WANTED TO."
"You're fucking sick. Or just...pathetic." What was he? Just some wanker stalker?
"I felt ashamed," he said. "I remember thinking I should feel ashamed, anyway. That was...well...it was afater that that I..."
Ink came spurting out of him again. He'd confessed so much he couldn't control himself. It was more ink than the last time, but she was standing further back. He couldn't see as it poured down. His eyes were cloudly. He wiped it away...she was gone, again. He'd scared her away. He'd just wanted her to understand.
He sat down by the laptop hole and opened it up. He opened his Diary document. He'd been avoiding looking at it. He looked at once of the last entrie.
"Wrote 'EMMA IS SEX' on the ground today. Got a big hard on while I did it. I should have done it on the ground where I knew she'd walk over it and read it. Maybe next time. Hahaha. Wanked over it twice already." He read it out loud. How pathetic he had been. She was right to run...but she was back again.
"People come to you," she said, standing far back from him, half behind a tree. "People who worship you. Women. Do you ever have sex with them, Squidinator? These powerless worshippers? Do you ever...rape them?"
He opened his mouth to reply.
"I didn't know...it wasn't that you told me your name...it was your honesty or something...it made me remember," he said.
"Did we know each other?" she asked. Surely not, but then how could she possibly know? He had a fucking squid head.
"You didn't know me," he said. "I knew you...knew of you. Sort of. We lived in the same area. Sometimes I'd walk past you or behind you...I mean I'd see you about. That's all..."
"Behind me," she said. He hadn't meant to say that part. "You...used to follow me around?" She vaguely remembered creepy guys looking at her from time to time. But not one in particular.
"It wasn't all the time! No. I didn't follow you, not really. I just saw you around...I thought you were pretty. That's not a crime."
"I never said it was. And you didn't remember me until now?"
"My memories are still foggy. But stuff is coming back...about. About my lowest point."
"Did you try to do something to me?" she asked. What was he getting at?
"NO! I would never hurt you...or anyone! No! I just saw you sometimes, I liked you...I used to think your name was Emma."
"Why?"
"I heard a guy talking to you once...I was just, uhh, around the corner. I heard him say Emma. I started calling you Emma in my head after that."
"My brother's girlfriend was called Emma," she said, after thinking for a moment. She hadn't thought about Emma since before the world had changed. She'd barely thought about her brother either.
"I probably knew at first that it wasn't your name, I just used it in my head...anyway, like I said I didn't see you often. Until...one week. Near the end. I saw you three times in that week."
"Did you have a good wank over me?" she spat out. He didn't respond. It was obvious he had.
"There's more," he said. "I walked on dirt paths near where we lived...I don't know if you ever walked there. Honestly, you'd only been on those paths once that I remembered...I wasn't trying to make you see it."
"See what," she said.
"I wrote 'EMMA IS SEX' on the ground one day," he said. "With a stone. Just scratched it in...I don't even know why. I just wanted to."
She started backing away from him again. "Why would you want me to read that?"
"I JUST SAID I DIDN'T," he said. "It wasn't a place I'd see you walk on...just close by...I JUST WANTED TO."
"You're fucking sick. Or just...pathetic." What was he? Just some wanker stalker?
"I felt ashamed," he said. "I remember thinking I should feel ashamed, anyway. That was...well...it was afater that that I..."
Ink came spurting out of him again. He'd confessed so much he couldn't control himself. It was more ink than the last time, but she was standing further back. He couldn't see as it poured down. His eyes were cloudly. He wiped it away...she was gone, again. He'd scared her away. He'd just wanted her to understand.
He sat down by the laptop hole and opened it up. He opened his Diary document. He'd been avoiding looking at it. He looked at once of the last entrie.
"Wrote 'EMMA IS SEX' on the ground today. Got a big hard on while I did it. I should have done it on the ground where I knew she'd walk over it and read it. Maybe next time. Hahaha. Wanked over it twice already." He read it out loud. How pathetic he had been. She was right to run...but she was back again.
"People come to you," she said, standing far back from him, half behind a tree. "People who worship you. Women. Do you ever have sex with them, Squidinator? These powerless worshippers? Do you ever...rape them?"
He opened his mouth to reply.