Inside the Belly of the Beast

And the days fly by, and they are duller each day. Of course, finding a bloodied book definitely made my day, but that is really all that it did: made my day.

I need something to stimulate my senses. Anything. A death. An overdose. Whatever works best for everyone. But mostly for me.

In new news, more psychotic doctors, and even more psychotic patients have begun to arrive here at this most wonderful, and exotic BARREN WASTELAND.

Also, the library needs to be updated. It's fill mostly with children's stories, and while it is pleasant to revisit some tales told to you at night, I'd much rather read stories more appropriate. Is it so hard to find "The Prince" by Machiavelli. I'd even take "Il Principe" if you cannot find a suitable translation.

But really. New doctors, more drugs, more crazy people in this quaint little building.

Joy.

Now really,a book inside of a book? I must admit, however, that the smaller book is by far the better of the two.

Blood always gets my own boiling. Though for all the heightened expectation, the entries are rather boring.

But oh, Doctor Audley? Miss Ebony? Perhaps you'd like to tell me a bit about the last entry.

It mentions you, both of you, in not so friendly terms. But really, all I want to do now is figure out how to get down to the lower levels of this building.

Dear little child, who is now long gone (thought you never really know, hm?), where oh where did you hide that key?

I must say, the hand print on the back is a gorgeous work of art. If, you of course, have a macabre sense of humor.

And he's talking again. And again, and again, and again, must you tempt me with killing this insignificant waste of air!?

...hn.

I suppose I could be a guide to Hell. I've certainly sent enough people there already. And Mr. Hayter? I'm holding you to that idea of hand-to-hand. The thought is certainly one that I am enjoying immensely.

I must admit, the fear, paranoia, and general hysteria over some simple sheets of bloodied paper is letting me have a good laugh or two. Really, humans are just so humerous.

But for the love of all that is still worth something in this place, please let me kill him. I am only asking once. And I am never saying please again.

Touch me once, doctor, and I will snap your fingers like twigs. And oh, Mr. Hayter? I have it on some authority that you are someone I am supposed to talk to.

So, then. Let's have a little chat then, shall we?

Quod aiunt ut meek vadum inhert orbis terrarum. Ego reputo ut est a recubo of teres inhonestus. Illic est haud via ut vos quod vestri pitiful indulgeo parumper victus proprius would umquam sceptrum orbis terrarum. Is mos tantum exsisto ego , quod ego tantum , ut mos take imperium.

Ego mos consurgo quod trucido quisquam in meus via.

Ita is est orator , ita is est paro in calx.

Having fun, Mr. Hayter?

Oh....and writing on the walls? Well, I'm certainly enjoying the smell.

Idiotic humans. Of course something would happen, where as the doors would be locked ALL NIGHT. The ones who live in with me are insane...considering where we are, I should not be...well, I am not really surprised.

More like bored. Threatening people with instilling thoughts of harm into their heads becomes tiresome after awhile. Threats of sedation won't stop me either, nurse.

But security guards disappearing? A pity the door was locked, there was a...friend...I would have liked to pay a visit to.

Though...I had a nightmare. That means I slept last night. I rarely dream, and I rarely sleep long enough to dream.

Even my dreams are nightmares.

The human in my room won't shut up. He keeps...talking to himself, moving around and muttering.

I want it to stop. Now. Or else there will be consequences to his actions.

MAKE HIM STOP! NOW!

I also will not be taking these...pills. You cannot make me.

I will kill you all.

{ooc: He's talking about Ryou fyi xD}

Woke up this morning in a strange bed, in a strange room, with strange walls, strange floor, strange ceiling.

I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION FOR WHAT IS--Wait. What...my sword...no, this can’t...be...

Where is my amulet? I AM GOING TO KILL THE FIRST PERSON I SEE. Get me the hell out of here. Now. I WILL SLAY YOU, YOU HUMAN SCUM.