He was reflecting upon the recent things he had done. He had murdered a man, no, not a man, Gareth was much lower than man. He was dirt. Filth. He had saved two children from those labs. He had helped end the labs once and for all.
He had also been unable to save the man he had spent so much time with in that cell. Otto Greskn. Kean and Meinuelp's father.
Parsnip turned in his bed to look over at the bookshelf with tired eyes. The bookshelf appeared to be stuffed with nothing but books. Some of the books had blank pages, for they were not books, but empty journals. For the first time in his life, he decided to start writing. He told himself it was an exercise to keep the mind sharp. In all actuality he needed to vent. Somehow. He lifted a journal from it's shelf, grabbed a pen, and began writing.
"I've never done a thing like this before, aside from exercises in the education of my youth.
This recent turn of events has been, to say the least, troubling.
One evening I had left my room, I cannot quite recall the reason as to why. I heard voices coming from Greskn's room that I did not recognize. Far too many voices. I stopped and listened for a moment before revealing my presence. I opened the door to find quite the array of people. Kean was not there, instead there were many people in labcoats, a woman, a black haired man with mousy features, and one more. I would soon learn his name was Gareth. He looked to me with those disgusting eyes as I entered. He would not tell me what was going on. I pushed, and still received no answer. Fearing for Greskn, I resorted to using one of my grenades to force the man into telling me. The mousy man seemed to be some sort of assistant. He took the unconscious woman and fled, along with Gareth. The rotten cowards left their own men to die in the blast. I refuse to feel guilt for those who work for Gareth, however.
I gave chase. Gareth screamed at his assistant to get to 'the car'. He then turned on me with what seemed to be syringes? I released a second grenade and continued after the assistant. This car would lead me to where I needed to go I figured. Upon reaching the front yard, I readied a third grenade and took the assistant and the woman as hostages. Gareth then agreed to show me where Kean was.
He told me I would not like what I was going to see.
He was correct."
(( The rest will be added in my way of summarizing, as I don't have the time to write so much out. Sorry. ;A; ))









I mean.
....
Of course not
"I just thought I'd get you something nice to make up for how badly I've been treating you. Hope you'll like it.
~ Crosser"
How do you do?
Yes, yes I am.
May I ask who you are?
He paused only for a moment before laughing.
My apologies, I should have introduced my self sooner, yes? I am known by Hesperos.
He extends to Parsnip his bizarrely proportioned hand and a pleasant smile.
"Hi. Just letting you know that the walking filth is back home. We need to talk sometime, when you aren't too busy. Also..I hope my son hasn't caused you or anyone else some trouble after our last encounter with him. If it makes you feel better, I'm going to discipline him with my fists.
~ Crosser Jones"
-He neatly folded the letter and shoved it under Parsnip's door-
Although that event with that one man with the scars still bothered her.
Not because of what actually happened... but because she'd forgotten his name.
Jeez, what was it... Bartboy?
((I wanted to write something in return for your comments for a while now, but couldn't come up with anything other than this. ;A; Sorry~!))
He would be quite disappointed if he knew she couldn't remember her name.
(( Don't be sorry! xD ))
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