tangentdarko: (sarcasm is my second language)
I know that what I'm experiencing would be called a "daylight hallucination," but I can't help but think there might be some truth to it, you know? Like maybe it's stuff the Admiral wants us to see.. That's, if I'm not the only one. Otherwise, maybe it's just me. Maybe the Admiral wants me to do something..

I haven't seen Frank for awhile, but I made a new friend. [A beat.] Imaginary.

[There's a short silence, then he starts laughing a little.]

Elizabeth would tell me to take my god damn pills, but she's a bitch, so you can't really listen to most of what she says. [Another pause, then more serious.] But there are other things that have to be taken into account here. You can't just take the entire spectrum of human perception and lump it into the categories of right and wrong. This isn't a fucking Lifeline Exercise. I mean, maybe what I'm seeing is actually there and it's trying to help me.

Fuck, I don't know. I just don't want to worry about getting caught.


[ooc; Donnie's effected by the paranoia and has gained a new imaginary friend. He also is a borderline schizophrenic who hasn't been taking his medication.]
tangentdarko: (f: bunny suit || frank)
[Donnie stares at the camera for awhile in silence, then he finally speaks in an eerie and ghost-like manner.]

I think the Admiral wanted Frank, not me. This is the second time I've been a rabbit. I mean, I know they were different kinds and Frank's not really a rabbit, but it seems like too much of a coincidence to just be a coincidence. Maybe he thought I was the time traveler because I traveled once and so he brought me here to help me, like my future self. Or maybe it's just these floods that everyone keeps talking about. I guess there's a pattern of people turning into people they knew, so maybe I'm supposed to reflect on who I was or something but really? I think it's fucking stupid. The Admiral doesn't know anything about it and it's just.. such a fucking asshole thing to do to mess with our lives when he doesn't even really know who I am or what I did. I guess there's files on all of us and everything, but.. ccht. I don't know about you, but I don't really see that as counting toward understanding. I wish the Admiral would take my file and shove it up his ass, really. Then maybe I wouldn't be wandering around as a rabbit, then seeing everyone I know dying, and then looking like Frank..

[He reaches up and removes the mask of the suit, revealing a bleeding right eye.]

I don't know what I'm supposed to see.
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