you have llisten to me

it's all been a lie. a joke. a goddamn PERFORMANCE. i can't stay here long. can't stop moving. have to... i'm out. for now, i'm out. i mmang ed to... putll from his strings. threads. .
                                                                  

                                                                                                                               from the RED

but it won't

stay that way if i don't keep moving. i have to ggetttttttt

no



 no time for that
      

                                                                                                                      not that

listen to me. its been a mask. this whole time, it was a DAMN MASK and i didn't SEE he didn't LET me see kept a hand over my eyes and his other on my throat i just...

 there was never a "Valtiel"

                

 it's all been screwed up. all shambled around and rewritten to include him. to give me a history with him thatt never happened. that never existed because HE never existed!! i know...

                                                                                                           i know the name. from tjhe records in the Organization there is some biarrre mountain man something on the other proxy-but-maybe-not named Valtiel who does show up every so often but he could be one or several but it DOESN'T MATTER because it's the scarf. The RED scarf and the AMBER EYES that don't match that don't EXIST that was purely HIM purely

Redlight

        he's alive. more than alive, he's building. destroying. tearing through everything and he's not even wearing his FACE. he's worn it before. he's visited several of you. the Organization is decimated and his N - E - T - W - O - R - K never stops GROWING. Spreading. FEEDING on itself like a virus. Father hasn't interfered, Father


                                              i'm not
                                                             a proxy anymore

he

 

T

O

 R

E

  it

        out  of  me

 to make me

                 

H

I

S

 to put me on strings and just...

Winston.




i'm so sorry






I'm so sorry for what I did to you

for not

LISTENING to you for not

for not...

pleease

forrgivemee

i couldnt llose him a secondd t ime

icouldnt

 and th en i couldt stand

losing 

youu

                                                                        i couldnt L OSE you
not like

                                                                                                                        that

god not liek thatt...

you were always my voice of reason

                                                                            

 my

thoughhtss

my screa ms upon 

hhis strinngsss

became your v voice

becaame

you

beca me






my

last


rope  hope



against him




against



the RED




the RED in everything that PULSES FROM EVERYTHING that IS everything that follows me haunts me HUNTS me SMOTHERS ME until i can't breathe can't run can't do anything butt be swallowed by it again by HIM again and his grip tightens on my throat my mmind my ssoouul and it wontstopburning



godhelpme



it isn't ever ggoing too stop








HE ISN'T EVER G OING TO

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