Welcome Home Party? For Me?
Got home way earlier today. Would have posted then, but I had a lot of 'fun.' So, I get home, open the window so my magnificent Rake-creature-sentry-watchdog-stalker-thing (I'll explain why I will no longer use the nickname 'kitty') can come and go as she pleases, and start unpacking. I saw a note on my bedside table, it was in Jack's handwriting, so I ignored it. I wish I hadn't.
I decided to take a cat-nap, as long car rides always tire me out. I woke up to a proxy (actually Hallowed, because he had that blank look) holding a knife and standing in my doorway. I went out the window and onto the roof, naturally. My house is two-floored, and the garage's roof is right under my window. It's pretty flat, so it's like a balcony. Well, Mr. Proxy
is was fast, he was right behind me. And a lot stringer than he looked. To be honest, with you guys, I should've grabbed a weapon, but he looked like he hadn't eaten any food for weeks! Note to self: if a proxy looks weak, he isn't.
So, he managed to tackle me and hold me down. He sent the knife right into my heart, the entire blade. I kept trying to push him off, but he kept on stabbing. After a short while, I realized I was done for, and proceeded to pass out from blood loss. Next thing I know, I wake up. The sun was lower, so I had been out for a few hours. I was covered in blood (and what looks like azoth from him). The roof was covered with blood. And I was alive. On examination, the spots where the knife went in are now only tiny scratches that will heal in a few days. I should be dead, as that was a lot of blood.
I'm assuming that I lived because of the universe's inability to 'decide' on my existence. So, universe, if you can read, thank you. Your slowness saved my life. Oh yeah, the proxy died. When my magnificent Rake-creature-sentry-watchdog-stalker-thing saw him attacking my lifeless body, she must have decided to attack. I'm no longer going to call her 'Kitty' because, when I woke up, I heard a crunching sound. Those of you who have weak stomachs should skip to the next paragraph. You were warned. She was eating the proxy. The crunching was one of his bones, in her mouth was an arm. So, she is never going to be called 'Kitty' by me ever again.
I read Jack's note afterword. Apparently, his business trip was to visit future me. The future me, told him about the event which took place. Jack tried to warn me with the note. He also explained partially why I'm alive. The short version: Universe says I exist-While I am alive, I then died. Then, Universe says I don't exist-But I'm dead and the roof's covered in my blood and there's a dead proxy who tried to kill me, since I didn't exist that second half was not true. Then the universe says I exist, and (for some unexplainable reason,) decided to let me live. I think I earned today's headache.
That's all for now, everyone. If anything else crops up, I'll post it in the comment section.