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===== [[include component:preview text=Not here. Not alone together.]] ===== [[include :scp-wiki:theme:basalt darkmode=a]] [[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] Does it ever get less strange? What the hell are we even doing if normal becomes increasingly //unnormal//? An empty journal with a hermeneutic cognitohazard. And exokin… essoki… whatever the hell that word is. We don't deal with that. And yet, they put me and Joan on it. Joan! Her addiction. My depression. Vwoop. Sucked right out of our heads like dust to a vacuum. Doesn't ease anything. What else did it take? Not that anyone cares. Not the Foundation. Definitely not the skip. Just new toys for it to play with. What's the Foundation thinking? We both hid it, but it's the Foundation. They know. They always know. At least they took my advice after she went MIA. Burned the damn thing. Empty progress on an empty journal. Good riddance. Think it only existed to fill itself with bullshit. Didn't care about what it took or who it hurt. Just me, me, me. I guess that's what journals are for. Ah... Here we are. Why the hell do they have me collecting her things anyway? Sorting through scraps that'll never recreate the person. Wasn't the skip punishment enough? What's next? "Oh, Harper, we're reassigninging you to Surrealistics. Figured you could use a break from your broken mind." Yeah, Surrealistics, that'll do it. Can't break mush right? Eh… Alright Joan. Let's see what's left of you. As expected, sparse but specific. Not a thing of you in here, but perfectly organized. Pictures… Makeup… Good God Joan, you organize your receipts alphabetically? Did you ever give yourself time to relax? Alright shoes, lab coat with, of course, 3 different colored pens. Box in the corner. Hmmm. That's really it, huh? Well let's open this up and have a look. Contact info. Some notes on conprocs for other skips. Huh. Cafeteria schedules going up to, Jesus Joan, just eat or don't. It's not that complicated. Hold on, what's this? Ah... finally, something of you. Always did like to doodle. Abstract shapes. Animals. Well that's certainly, //embellishing// 4666. Joan, you dirty minded... Sorry. Never really know a person. What else? Oh my… Must have been early on. Last time I saw that chessboard was initial testing. Caught my good side at least. That's um... I'm keeping this. Thank you Joan. Alright, is that every… oh? Can't leave anything behind. Hmmm. This looks familiar. God, you even fold paper like an equation. Where did you get this Joan? No. No you didn't. Why would you take...? Ah Christ, what's it say? > I am not here, not alone anyway. > > There's something else not here with me. It leaves and comes back, but I stay. I don't know what it is, but when it returns I'm relieved. > > I don't like it. It keeps me not here. We don't talk and it never comes near me. But I know it keeps me not here. > > It's a game. One where you play against the pieces, but the board is still in the box. What is any of this? > > There's no score, but I know I'm losing. I've lost before. I don't know if I've ever won. Not here anyway. > > But my only option is play. Whatever is not here with me decides the game and I blindly fight the pieces. I'm tired of not here. What is here? What is there? > > I guess I am still not here. Not alone together. Shit. [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box]] [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box-end]]