Ranking most to less important inductees year by year!
I'll like to do something interesting regarding the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame & it's gonna be ranking the most to less important inductees year by year. I'll be doing this based on influence, innovation, cultural impact, critical acclaim etc. Note: I'm gonna be focusing on the performers so others in Musical Influence & Excellence would not be included. So here's the rankings.
1986:

1. Chuck Berry
2. Elvis Presley
3. James Brown
4. Little Richard
5. Ray Charles
6. Sam Cooke
7. Buddy Holly
8. Fats Domino
9. The Everly Brothers
10. Jerry Lee Lewis

1987:

1. Aretha Franklin
2. Muddy Waters
3. Marvin Gaye
4. Bo Diddley
5. Smokey Robinson
6. BB King
7. Roy Orbison
8. Carl Perkins
9. Jackie Wilson
10. Bill Haley
11. Ricky Nelson
12. Eddie Cochran
13. Big Joe Turner
14. The Coasters
15. Clyde McPhatter

1988:

1. The Beatles
2. Bob Dylan
3. The Beach Boys
4. The Supremes
5. The Drifters

1989:

1. The Rolling Stones
2. Stevie Wonder
3. The Temptations
4. Otis Redding
5. Dion

1990:

1. The Who
2. The Kinks
3. Simon & Garfunkel
4. The Four Tops
5. The Platters
6. Hank Ballard
7. The Four Seasons
8. Bobby Darin

1991:

1. The Byrds
2. Ike & Tina Turner
3. Wilson Pickett
4. John Lee Hooker
5. The Impressions
6. Jimmy Reed
7. Lavern Baker

1992:

1. The Jimi Hendrix Experience
2. Johnny Cash
3. The Yardbirds
4. The Isley Brothers
5. Booker T. & The M.G.'s
6. Sam & Dave
7. Bobby "Blue" Bland

1993:

1. Sly & The Family Stone
2. The Doors
3. Van Morrison
4. Cream
5. Etta James
6. Creedence Clearwater Revival
7. Ruth Brown
8. Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers

1994:

1. Bob Marley
2. John Lennon
3. Elton John
4. The Band
5. The Grateful Dead
6. Rod Stewart
7. The Animals
8. Duane Eddy

1995:

1. Led Zeppelin
2. Neil Young
3. Frank Zappa
4. Janis Joplin
5. Al Green
6. The Allman Brothers Band
7. Martha & The Vandellas

1996:

1. The Velvet Underground
2. Pink Floyd
3. David Bowie
4. The Shirelles
5. Jefferson Airplane
6. Gladys Knight & The Pips
7. Little Willie John

1997:

1. Joni Mitchell
2. Parliament - Funkadelic
3. The Bee Gees
4. The Jackson 5
5. Crosby, Stills & Nash
6. Buffalo Springfield
7. The (Young) Rascals

1998:

1. Eagles
2. Fleetwood Mac
3. Santana
4. Gene Vincent
5. The Mamas & The Papas
6. Lloyd Price

1999:

1. Bruce Springsteen
2. Curtis Mayfield
3. Billy Joel
4. Dusty Springfield
5. Paul McCartney
6. The Staple Singers
7. Del Shannon

2000:

1. Eric Clapton
2. James Taylor
3. Earth, Wind & Fire
4. Bonnie Raitt
5. The Moonglows
6. The 'Lovin Spoonful

2001:

1. Michael Jackson
2. Queen
3. Aerosmith
4. Steely Dan
5. Paul Simon
6. Solomon Burke
7. The Flamingos
8. Ritchie Valens

2002:

1. Ramones
2. Talking Heads
3. Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers
4. Isaac Hayes
5. Brenda Lee
6. Gene Pitney

2003:

1. The Clash
2. The Police
3. AC/DC
4. Elvis Costello & The Attractions
5. Righteous Brothers

2004:

1. Prince
2. George Harrison
3. ZZ Top
4. Traffic
5. Bob Seger
6. Jackson Browne
7. The Dells

2005:

1. U2
2. Buddy Guy
3. The Pretenders
4. The O'Jays
5. Percy Sledge

2006:

1. Miles Davis
2. Black Sabbath
3. Sex Pistols
4. Lynyrd Skynyrd
5. Blondie

2007:

1. R.E.M
2. Patti Smith
3. Van Halen
4. Grandmaster Flash & Furious Five
5. The Ronettes

2008:

1. Madonna
2. Leonard Cohen
3. John Mellencamp
4. The Ventures
5. DC5

2009:

1. Run - DMC
2. Metallica
3. Bobby Womack
4. Little Anthony & The Imperials
5. Jeff Beck

2010:

1. The Stooges
2. ABBA
3. Genesis
4. Jimmy Cliff
5. The Hollies

2011:

1. Tom Waits
2. Alice Cooper
3. Neil Diamond
4. Dr. John
5. Darlene Love

2012:

1. Beastie Boys
2. Guns N' Roses
3. RHCP
4. Donovan
5. Small Faces/Faces
6. Laura Nyro

2013:

1. Public Enemy
2. Donna Summer
3. Albert King
4. Rush
5. Randy Newman
6. Heart

2014:

1. Nirvana
2. Peter Gabriel
3. Hall & Oates
4. Linda Ronstadt
5. Kiss
6. Cat Stevens/Yusuf Islam

2015:

1. Green Day
2. Lou Reed
3. SRV & Double Trouble
4. Bill Withers
5. Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
6. The Paul Butterfield Blues Band

2016:

1. N.W.A
2. Deep Purple
3. Cheap Trick
4. Chicago
5. Steve Miller

2017:

1. Tupac Shakur
2. Pearl Jam
3. Joan Baez
4. Yes
5. ELO
6. Journey

2018:

1. Nina Simone
2. The Cars
3. Dire Straits
4. The Moody Blues
5. Bon Jovi

2019:

1. Radiohead
2. Janet Jackson
3. The Cure
4. Roxy Music
5. Def Leppard
6. The Zombies
7. Stevie Nicks

2020:

1. Whitney Houston
2. Nine Inch Nails
3. The Notorious B.I.G
4. Depeche Mode
5. T. Rex
6. The Doobie Brothers

2021:

1. Jay - Z
2. Tina Turner
3. Foo Fighters
4. The Go - Go's
5. Todd Rundgren
6. Carole King

2022:

1. Eminem
2. Dolly Parton
3. Eurythmics
4. Duran Duran
5. Pat Benatar
6. Lionel Richie
7. Carly Simon

2023:

1. Willie Nelson
2. Kate Bush
3. Missy Elliott
4. The Spinners
5. RATM
6. George Michael
7. Sheryl Crow

2024:

1. A Tribe Called Quest
2. Mary J. Blige
3. Ozzy Osbourne
4. Kool & The Gang
5. Cher
6. Dave Matthews Band
7. Peter Frampton
8. Foreigner

More misery bird? More misery bird. Really miserymaxxing with these fics I have going, but hey, this one is not that miserable actually! Krekos is back and ready to be dense and downcast, but maybe not quite miserable? Read and see!
Big thank you to NoP community for being great and supportive of my endeavors!
Also, obviously, big thanks to SpacePaladin15 for creating this universe and allowing fanfiction well to flow free!
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Memory transcription subject: Krekos, Krakotl Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: May 6th, 2137
I stare at the foul creature before me. Normally staring at something directly head on like that would be too predatory for me to do, but after nearly dying of bread yesterday, I didn’t feel patient enough to be gentle. The creature stared right back, though in a much more natural, prey-like way, tilting its head slightly as it looked back at me with one eye and let out a long bwok.
“Are you doing this now? Really?”, I ask, knowing full well it cannot respond.
Well, it can, if another bwok it made is any indication. Of course, translators aren’t yet advanced enough to translate non-sapient speech, but the intention behind sound is intuitively clear. It’s telling me to back off. Well, I tried the diplomatic approach at least.
Raising my wing I begin sliding the bird out of its nest, careful to keep any delicate joints out of its reach. It started clucking in upset indignation, struggling back and even trying to peck at me, but after realizing that I will not relent, it hopped out of the box and rushed out of the cattle house, revealing a single dead egg in the nesting box.
With relief, I finally pick up the last egg and head back to leave them at the house. Turns out that while Reginald didn’t forget to both lock them up yesterday and let them out today, he did neglect feeding them both times, as well as collecting the harvest. So when I was driven back here in early morning, the first thing I did was making sure they were taken care of. I can’t say the horrid birds looked in any way hungry, but the moment I poured the feeding grain for them, they attacked it with more viciousness than I’d expect of an actual predator. And yet only thirteen were present at the feeding, as the one that’s usually the target of flock’s ire remained in the cattle house yet again, Reginald leaving it to it, being unaware of its undesirable habit of trying to hatch dead eggs.
With eggs delivered, I flew my way to my usual spot atop the cattle house and could finally relax. The loner beast first made its way to feast on the scraps of the grain that other birds already all have had their fill of, so I wasn’t too concerned. Instead I tried to reflect on the morning I had so far.
Waking up at the hospital did make me momentarily panic before I remembered the precluding events. Not that I could properly panic, feeling the most starved I’ve been my whole life, and too weak to try flying out of the window. Thankfully, the breakfast they provided was actually well made with krakotl needs in mind, algae soup alongside a few slices of bread, this time without any horrid human ideas like putting eggs in there. Eggs! Turns out they put eggs in some kinds of bread! That’s how I got sick! Eggs! The thought of what I consumed even now made me queasy, and it definitely made breakfast a much less appetizing affair than it would have been without that knowledge, but back then the hunger won over the disgust.
Lena did keep her promise and came to pick me up extra early. Her being a staff member at the hospital gave her some extra privilege, I assume, hence why I was released without any forms needing to be filled out personally. She did have important business today too, which probably explained the earlyness and urgency of her driving me back to her house.
That did not mean I escaped her ire, however. While I couldn’t pinpoint anything to identify the man, as Bob was apparently a common name, that offered me bread, we did come to understanding that he was likely either unaware of the nutritional contents of it, or of extent to which the Cure-induced allergy would be affecting a krakotl. Yet, Lena seemed much angrier at me for failing to take any precautions. Turns out that was the purpose of medicinal injectors, epipens as humans call them, that were provided to me. I was supposed to have them on me in case I accidentally ingested contaminated food. Nobody told me that, I was just handed them back when I first received the necessities at the refugee camp and I had no clue what they were for. Then she also berated me for eating random food from strangers and ignoring bad flavors. Turns out that brioche bread isn’t actually bitter at all, and that was my body reacting to an allergen in it. Reaction that I unwisely elected to ignore, to further ire of my host. By the end, several new rules of my stay here were made, including not eating things I don’t know and always having at least one epipen on me. Thankfully, these rules would be ones I’d start following even without them being established, so I won’t have to concern myself with being kicked out over accidentally breaking them.
As if following the rules will be enough to make them like you.
Trying to distract myself from thoughts of yesterday’s incident, I focused my attention on the flock. All birds accounted for, so at least I knew that my absence did not result in the predator coming to snatch one of them. I do not wish to insult my hosts, but Reginald is far from most attentive people in matters unrelated to his job, and I am not sure the birds were watched at all while I was out. Speaking of, my scannings of surrounding treelines revealed no sign of the predator today. Perhaps it departed to hunt elsewhere, or maybe it ventured too close to a more populated area and exterminators dealt with it.
Actually, did human exterminators work similar to Federation ones? I knew for a fact they had them, although they seemed like a market of private organizations if advertisements are anything to judge by. Still, what methods do they use? I know humans oppose fire, and do not believe in predatory taint, but surely they have measures to protect themselves? They are, by self-admission, far from the best natural predator, and I doubt Earth’s non-sapient predators would just leave humans be. Maybe I should call one of those human exterminator agencies and call them in to deal with that predator? I haven’t told Lena or Reginald about it, as I didn’t want to bother them, but it could pose a serious threat to the cattle, but maybe that’s the way I could resolve it without involving them?
I have not done nearly as much research into human culture and lifestyle as I should have, considering that I’ve lived on Earth for over half a year now, but the sheer width of the topic always overwhelmed me the moment I opened internet search app to the point where I just closed it right away.
And you expect to start studying again with that attitude? You’ll flunk out even from this primitive predator education course.
Extra loud call from the flock made me refocus my attention on them, but it was nothing. Just the loner getting pecked extra hard and lashing out against assailants, causing a small aimless stampede as all the birds ran around in circles, puffing up at one another. The assailants now looked a lot more like victims. I could understand those birds more than I could humans at least. The loner bird is clearly an odd one out. It’s the only one repeatedly trying to hatch unfertilized eggs it lays, and it seems to always avoid the rest of the flock. Humans may deny the existence of Predator Disease, but they can’t deny that prey and predator both can and will sometimes behave in unnatural ways that may threaten the herd's safety. Or pack’s, in case of humans. Birds must know on instinctual level that the loner’s behavior is unnatural and are attempting to combat the Predator Disease on instinctual level. And since that is natural, I still will not interfere in this, unless the loner bird actually becomes a threat to others or will start getting too injured. The first time I attempted to pick one of the birds up was the only time for a good reason, as I have learned their viciousness all too well.
DING-DING
The sudden loud ring startled me enough that I nearly tumbled off the roof. Who would be coming over now? Lena and Reginald have left together and shouldn’t be back until afternoon, and they’d never use the bell. That means someone must be here for them. But wouldn’t they warn anyone to not come over? Especially with their plans for today.
With nobody to answer these questions, I had no choice but to go and discover the answer myself, flying up and over the house, towards the entrance gate. The moment I passed the house roof, I already saw a familiar silhouette. It was the human child from a few days ago.
Thankfully, Lena’s insistence on me carrying an epipen at all times meant I also carried my satchel at all times too, so I didn’t have to go grabbing my holopad, and took it out. But before I could even launch the translator TTS app to type out a greeting, the child was already hopping in place with excitement.
“Mr. Krekos! Hi! I came over to visit!”, she exclaimed, showing off her teeth in an unnerving expression of human joy. I simply tried to avoid that and focused on the pad, typing out my response.
“Hello, Rosie. Why are you here?”
The question was genuine, as the child was not carrying any more of that honey substance from last time.
“I just came over to visit you! Is that okay? Are Mr. and Ms. Vince okay with it?”
Visit... me? Why? While I was confused, I did instinctively type out a reply.
“They did tell me visitors are allowed as long as there’s no trouble when I first moved in.”
And before I could type a followup message asking her why she’s here, she already let out a joyous roar and ran past me.
“Can I see the chickens?”, she asked, and not waiting for an answer, rushed past the house and towards the cattle yard.
“Wait! You’ll scare them!”, I yell after her, but of course without a translator she can’t understand me as she runs like she already knows where to go.
And indeed she has, quickly rushing up to the open field where the birds were grazing. Thankfully she didn’t start chasing them, instead just approaching the flock from a distance and swaying in place, watching them with what I assume was some sort of predatory excitement at the sight of prey. Maybe that’s where the contained hunting instinct of human children showed themselves? In chasing small birds? I was still more subdued, considering she stopped shy of causing a small stampede, but still.
“Grandpa used to take me with him! He helped watch this farm until Mr. and Ms. Vince moved in. I like chickens! I think they’re cute.”, the child told me innocently as she kept swaying and watching as the beasts grazed upon insects of the pasture.
That revelation was... interesting. I suppose it makes sense that between the original owner of this land dying in the bombings and Lena and Reginald moving in, it would be unattended. With nobody to feed and watch over those things, they would be long dead for sure. And it was Rosie’s grandfather... Speaking of. I typed out my words.
“Does your grandfather know you’re here?”
She seemed to get a weird look as she stopped her excited swaying, fiddling with her hands instead. Looks like I asked the correct question.
“...he knows I am out visiting neighbors.”
That did not answer my question. I squinted at the human child, and she dipped her head as she continued.
“...he doesn’t know I’m here specifically. Or that an alien even lives here...”, she explained, her tone suddenly more sullen.
I couldn’t help but squint at that, and it appears that my expression was readable enough that even a human could see the suspicion, as she continued.
“I’m sorry... But if I told grandpa, he’d tell me I’m forbidden from talking to you, like he forbade me from talking to hedgehog people in town... But I want to talk to you! You’re nice and you’re a space bird!”
The child was actually working around the rules established by her guardian to come see me. I don’t know if I should be glad or concerned. Clearly, the man is anti-alien in his opinions, and I’d rather that kind of man not know about how close he lives to one. At the same time, I’d rather not encourage a child for lying to their guardian in order to meet a stranger they know they aren’t allowed to interact with... So I just took the middle path with my next message.
“I see. What did you want to talk to me about then?”, TTS speaks for me.
Her stiffened body language disappears, replaced again with earlier excitement.
“I wanna know more about space! And aliens! It’s all so cool but grandpa says it’s all dangerous because mom and dad died. But it’s not! The hedgehog people were nice, and you’re nice too!”
I wasn’t sure about that logic, but my self-preservation told me I shouldn’t try convincing her to go confessing. Instead I focused more on her chosen topic.
“I am not sure I am the best person to ask about space. I am not a scientist or traveler.”
“But you’re from there! You know way more than me. I don’t even know what you are called. And there’s gotta be cool things out in space!”
I let out a sigh. I suppose it’s childlike curiosity at its finest. So unfamiliar with mundane that it is a wonder. I remember being like that about becoming a doctor.
And then you let your teacher die.
I quickly tapped on the pad.
“Okay, I can answer questions, but I may not know everything.”
The noise that came out of the girl was like a squeal of a panicked dossur as she started hopping and spinning in place.
“Yes! Yes! Thank you, Mr. Krekos!” Sudden movement did cause me to recoil a bit, which in turn caused her to cease her happy flailing and adjust her little dress. “I dunno where to start though... Hm... What are you?”
...for all my trepidation about not knowing answers, I should have anticipated that the questions she asks will be rather age-appropriate and on the same level as we learn in our first school classes. At least I won’t disappoint her then.
“I am from a species called ‘krakotl’. We’re avians, as is obvious. Our home is...” dead, gone, reduced to glass and ash by our own hubris “...was Nishtal. A beautiful planet...”
Thankfully she did not question my hesitant pause. Instead she just nodded along.
“What about the hedgehog people? I already know venlil, but they’re the only ones I know name of.”
Hedgehog people in town she mentioned earlier. The only species I could think of that could be seen there would be the gojid. I have no clue what hedgehogs are, but probably some creature with visible similarity to them.
“They are called ‘gojid’, and they’re from gojid Cradle. Both of our species are... well, used to be known for our might and protecting other species of Federation.”
I am not sure if that’s something to brag about, considering... everything. But I didn’t want this child to get brought down with depressing regrets of our species. Let her know something nicer instead. She clearly lost a lot, but there’s still joy left in her. I wouldn’t want to be the one to ruin that.
“Cool! What about other people? I wanna know more!”
And so I went on, telling her about various species, although I mostly focused on ones in this new human-led union, only mentioning kolshians and farsul beyond that. It’s weird explaining to a child what a tilfish or a harchen looks like, but thankfully my holopad isn’t just a method of communicating with implant-less children. With access to interstellar web, I could easily pull up pictures of various alien species to show to her, even if she struggled to believe that some of them were even sapient purely based off of looks. With how varied species in Federation are, and how some of us admittedly aren’t too far physiologically from our more primal ancestors.
Among other topics, she asked me to tell her interesting things, which I didn’t know much of. I told her about Venlil Prime’s tidally locked status, a rarity among habitable planets, much less homeworlds for species. I told her about the unique architecture of Mileau, designed to accommodate both species of regular size and dossur themselves. I told her about Colia medical academies, some of the most beautiful medical facilities in the galaxy.
I wish I was more well-travelled, but I just wasn’t. My whole life, I never left Nishtal until the extermination fleet took me despite my protests. That may have been what saved my life...
Not that I, of all people, deserved it...
“Hey! Stop that!”
I flinched as I heard the child yell, but quickly realized that it wasn’t directed at me. Instead, Rosie was rushing down towards the chicken flock, breaking up the fight in which the loner was being pecked by a few larger chickens. As the human child approached, the birds stopped their infighting and scattered in different directions, crowing in loud panic and discontent. On instinct, I found myself rushing towards the child, forgetting about translation entirely.
“What are you doing?! Don’t touch them!”
I didn’t want her to hurt the cattle accidentally, and I didn’t want her to get hurt by the angry birds in return. But, it seems like the moment the birds scattered, she was satisfied with her actions and turned back to me, wearing another one of her happy smiles.
“Sorry, Mr. Krekos, I just saw chickens being mean. Bad chickens.” She explained.
I was baffled. Why would she interfere like that? When I tried that back when I was just starting, that got me pecked! But with her, the birds just scattered. What if they pecked her?
I took the pad out again and started typing quickly.
“That was dangerous. Why did you do that? What if they attacked you? Why are you even interfering in their natural dynamics?”, questions flowed out of my pad with an artificial human voice.
The girl simply giggled.
“They’re chickens! They aren’t dangerous. They don’t peck that painful and I’ve been scratched worse before. And I have to stop it because bullying is wrong.”
Then she actually noticed that the one that was being attacked wandered close. She casually approached it from behind, the blind spot and just reached down and grabbed it, picking the bird up. I was ready to rush to help the bird when...
“Mwah! There, all better.”
She did a human ‘kiss’ on the back of the cattle bird’s neck before releasing it, the surprise of it causing it to rush off. I knew what kisses were, I’ve seen enough of them between Lena and Reginald, but I believed they were gestures of intimate affection, not... what was even that?
It seems Rosie noticed my confusion as she explained.
“You gotta kiss it so it heals better! That’s what mom taught me.” The child displayed that smile of hers shamelessly. With how much I was being exposed to it, it almost wasn’t unnerving anymore. Still, it was interesting to learn that kisses are seen as something that helps wounds. I guess some species do have saliva with mild antiseptic properties, wouldn’t be too out there to assume humans are the same. And if that’s the case, maybe that’s how the kissing tradition started? Exchange of protective fluid between lovers?
“I see. I did not know that.” I responded before letting my puffed feathers relax. Okay, this whole ‘watching a human child’ thing is turning out to somehow be even more stressful than I expected at first.
“Wait, Mr. Krekos, what time is it?” She suddenly asked, looking up at the sky.
“It’s nearly twelve.” I respond, holopad having a convenient clock for local time.
“Oh no! I need to be home soon! Was nice seeing you Mr. Krekos gotta go bye!”
Before I had even a chance at typing out an answer or my own goodbye, the child sprinted away and back towards the entrance. I had to take flight just to keep up, and even then she just turned around, waved her arm at me and then kept sprinting down the road after leaving the gate. I simply offered a small wave of a wing back before locking the gate again. I suppose it is hard to keep track of time without a device or clock nearby...
Well, at least I had the usual peace and quiet now. And learned a bit more about the creatures I was in charge of. I should really try to deal with my aversion to looking things up on the human internet...
Just as I was about to head back out towards the yard, I heard a loud car horn, a familiar one, getting my attention. Lena’s car. There they were, signaling me, probably having spotted me at the gate from afar. Deciding to make use of my presence here, and hoping to avoid needing to explain that I had a surprise visitor earlier, I went ahead and opened the large gate, allowing the car to enter.
Once it was parked in the usual space, the doors opened and three people came out. Lena and Reginald were both looking a bit disheveled, but their faces carried these smiles that seemed wider than ever before. And third person... Was a stranger. A human I knew of, but never actually met. As he exited the car, a large bag in one hand, he just stared at me, standing in the front yard...
“...okay, I expected many things when I was told you guys housed a refugee, but not this.”
Oh no. Oh no, he was not one of the ones that was willing to overlook an invader that partook in bombing of his planet being allowed to walk free, of course, Lena and Reginald were the weird ones like that, doesn’t mean their son won’t be... I felt the panic rising as I realized I’d need to return to the camp. Why was I upset about that? This was supposed to just have been a way to make money, but now I have a free education program. Do I need to stay? No, but... Why?! Why do I not want to leave?
“Ken, you said it’s going to be alright no matter what it is, right? Wanted us to keep it a surprise to meet a new friend?” Lena’s voice. She should have told him, that’d give me time to prepare why didn’t they give me time why.
“No, no problems, just, really surprised, that’s all... uh... hey, buddy, you okay? You’re really... trembly.”
He was approaching me, and instinct took over as I recoiled, before stuttering out my answer.
“I-I’m fine...”
...thankfully translators don’t translate voice cracks. I hope, at least...
“Hey, relax... I have no problem with you being a krakotl, I just didn’t think...” He looks over at Lena and Reginald. “Calm down... I can wear my visor if you want?”
Right. Those things humans use to hide their scary faces from us.
“I... I’m good...”
Why would it last? It almost felt good after all.
There was some emotion I struggled to read on the young human’s face, as he sighed and shook his head.
“I screwed this up, I’m sorry. Let... Let me try again.” He straightened out, and adjusted his clothing, before slowly approaching me and giving me a small smile, no teeth showing. “Hello. My name is Kenneth Vince and I'm son of Lena and Reginald Vince. I was told you’re a refugee they took in to help out. It’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
That... snapped me out of it. Right... He was... not upset at my existence. He was just very surprised that Lena and Reginald weren’t. That’s a reasonable thing to be surprised about, considering I was surprised about it to this day. I tried to compose myself as I responded.
“My name is Krekos. I live here as... hired help with the cattle. It’s... nice to meet you?”
The smile on Kenneth’s face widens, though he still refrains from showing his teeth. Instead, he extends a hand towards me. A handshake is a human gesture that I found far from comfortable, but I didn’t want to give him a reason to change his mind on acceptability of my existence, so I took it with a wingclaw. He gently took it and held for a few seconds before letting go and sighing again, turning to his parents.
“You know, I always thought you guys would be empty nesters, but I never thought it’d be that literal.”
That got all three of them laughing, as I just tilted my head in confusion. I was fairly sure there were no empty nests in the house until after I adjusted the attic room for my own accommodations. Still, I took the laughter as a sign that the tense moment had fully passed and let my ruffled feathers slowly rest.
“Let’s head inside. Krekos, we’re having dinner, you’re welcome to join us.” Reginald said, picking up Kenneth’s bag. I tilted my head a little and he followed up with elaboration. “We will be having meat... But there’s still going to be stuff you can eat too. It’s a celebration, so I prepared a bit of everything.”
“Dad, you shouldn’t have!” Kenneth responded with embarrassment.
“None of that! Our son returned from the war, alive and a hero, and we can have a celebration. Krekos, I know you’re still... uncertain about meat so you don’t—”
“I’ll join.”
Wait, who said that? And why did they say that in my voice?
Wait, that was me. Why did I say that?
“That’s great to hear! I’ve got some nice steamed broccoli and some vegetarian fried rice as sides that you’ll enjoy!” Reginald smiled at me and I felt myself shrinking into my feathers. That the humans didn’t notice at least, proceeding into the house instead.
Well, looks like I signed my warrant. At least my bag and my epipen were on me in case something at the table triggers the allergy again. Would be rather unfortunate to have it happen two days in a row.
And that’s how, in just ten or so minutes, I found myself sitting at the dining perch, while humans took seats in chairs, all consuming chunks of roasted flesh and somehow managing to also stuff pieces of equally roasted plants in, and converse with one another. You wouldn’t be able to tell on first look, but despite their mouths being relatively small, especially for a predator, it seems they compensate for it by having those be near bottomless in both hunger and small talk.
I am not sure how I managed to shift my focus away from them consuming animal matter in front of me, however vat grown it might have been, and onto their conversation instead, but I succeeded. I suppose that was just part of me going native around predators. Soon, I’ll be the one feasting along with them before I know it, and snacking on those epipens to not die of it.
Like you could ever be on the same level as humans.
“So, Fahl? That’s where you were sent after the Battle of Earth?” Lena asked.
“Yeah. From what I heard, we got a light posting compared to guys at Sillis or Mileau. The most I had to deal with was some exterminator insurgents.”
That’s right. Since harchen participated in the Extermination Fleet, they were one of those who were occupied by humans during the war. It makes sense that there was at least some ground resistance.
“Honestly, the worst thing out there was the heat. Not the flamethrower kind, the climate. The place was so damn dry and hot. At least exterminators you could subdue or evade. Not so much with the scorching sun!”
I couldn’t resist a small chuckle at the idea of a predator being more afraid of hot weather than flamethrowers as I slowly pecked at the vegetables on my plate. Thankfully it was set far enough aside from any meat dishes that no contamination should occur, but I was still examining pieces before putting them in my mouth just in case.
Seems like reacting was a mistake though, as that brought Kenneth’s attention onto me. He finished chewing latest piece of flesh and pointed a fork at me.
“So, Krekos... Where are you from? Cradle was my guess, but I do know there were refugees from other places like Sillis too.”
That’s a weird question. Isn’t it kind of to be expected for a krakotl to be from our actual homeworld?”
“I’m from Nishtal.”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” Kenneth chuckled, tossing a piece of broccoli into his mouth and swallowing before continuing, “I meant, where did you live? I kind of assumed you were born there, but it’s not like Nishtal had a chance to send refugees out, and if they did, this is the last place they’d be.”
Oh... I caught concerned looks of Lena and Reginald, looking between me and Kenneth from both sides. Not only did they not make him aware that I was a krakotl, they also neglected to mention just how I came by my refugee status... Which was just a legal workaround to grant me asylum without unnecessary complications or establishing undesirable precedent. Legally, I may be a refugee, but practically... I am a defector. Lena and Reginald know that, I told them my story before. And while they were weirdly accepting, Kenneth... Fought extermination fleet here on Earth. Personally.
Still, I wasn’t about to lie. It took a few moments and gathering mental strength to steel myself, and averting my eyes, focusing on the plate of warm vegetables in front of me rather than the human’s anticipating stare before I answered.
“I did live on Nishtal. I... I came with the extermination fleet.” I responded, doing my best to avoid looking at him. I did not want to witness his reaction, for some reason the thought of seeing it weighed heavy on my mind.
“Oh.”
The response was simple, and had no followup. There was no more clinking of cutlery against plates, or chewing. The only thing hanging in the air of the kitchen was silence, weighing down on me. It dragged on and on... until it just got so unbearable I couldn’t take it.
“I-I’m full... Thank you for the meal.” I quickly said, hopping off the perch and stepping out of the kitchen, quickly making my way to the yard and taking flight.
Fresh air of the outside and rush of it as I flew up and gained speed... I missed that. I knew it’s not safe to just fly over other people’s territory, so I corrected my course into doing large sweeping circles over the cattle yard and simply let my wings carry me.
Flying away from any danger is the only thing I’m good for anyway. The only thing I ever do.
I closed my eyes. With them closed and not focusing on my angle it feels like I’m actually flying away from all the troubles. Away from humans who barely tolerate my existence, away from gojid who see me as worse than a predator, away from Earth and all its incorrigible customs, away from horrid cattle, away from constant memories...
Flying feels nice. It may be a bit harder than it was home, but it’s still possible. I heard that on Venlil Prime or Mileau it’s much harder. But here? Just an extra flap of wings for every few paces and you’re just fine, free to soar the skies...
Alone. With no one to ever share it with me again.
Slowly I let my eyes open back to the bleak reality. Greenery of surrounding pastures and woods, bright blue skies and farmhouses dotted about here and there greeted me. I lowered my gaze down, focusing on what’s below. There they were, fourteen brown and black dots spread around the enclosed portion of the farm territory. I am not sure how much time I’ve spent flying in circles and trying to forget things but my wings were feeling a tad sore. Then as I just began slow descent, in same circular motion, I noticed that one of the birds, a familiar one, was being chased by several others. Recounting the morning, I tried putting the knowledge to action, and shifted direction of descent, swooping down. To my surprise, that actually worked, as the moment I got close to the ground, the cattle birds all got much louder and scattered in all directions, including the loner. Who, at least this time, got off unharmed. I suppose such pathetic flightless creatures would fear a flying one much more than they would when I just run up to them...
Swooping at them from the sky like a predator to intimidate them into behaving... Like an arxur warden.
With the fight preemptively broken up, I flutter up to the roof of the cattle house, to my usual position and rested my wings. I didn’t see any movement from the direction of the house, so I suppose the family is still busy unpacking. Since Kenneth joined the military just before the Battle of Earth, and Lena and Reginald only moved here after their actual house in city of New York got destroyed, it’d be the first time the human is seeing what is basically his new home. There was a room set aside for him since before I even moved in, and while there is also a guest room... That one did not have a large enough window to fit through, which did not feel comfortable. So when I asked for a space with a bigger window they only had an attic to offer. They seemed uncomfortable letting me live in a tiny room with slanted roof, but I found such space more comforting than I would have a large room with a window not large enough to fit even one fully spread wing through.
I wonder if Kenneth will need as much renovation as I did? The house is built for humans, but he never lived there before. Will he need to buy a more comfortable bed? Getting a proper nesting setup in place of a bed took a bit of effort, but I figured something out. Human sheets were comfortable enough for such, and sitting perches were thankfully not that hard to get thanks to help from the refugee administration. Maybe that’s the things that Lena went to buy yesterday? Kenneth’s preferred room decor?
I looked up to the sky to see the sun beginning to dim. I am not sure if it was me flying that long, or me losing track of time in my thoughts again, but the sun was beginning to set. I began my usual chores, putting out an evening meal and water for the beasts, and while they feasted, ate some myself. I was a bit hungry, having not properly finished lunch and about to skip dinner, but after the earlier conversation, I’d really rather avoid giving them the opportunity to talk to me.
After the birds had their fill, and by that I mean they emptied the tray as they always do, I let out the call, and they started funneling into the cattle house. The lonely straggler being first to go and hop into its nesting box. I bet tomorrow I will have trouble with getting her out of there again...
I took the moment to gather some eggs the birds left over course of the day, and once that was over and all of them were accounted for, I closed it up. When I flew down over to the house, there wasn’t anyone by the back door thankfully, so I just left eggs there, returned the basket, and returned to my room through the window.
Well, at least I didn’t get nearly killed today... That’s nice I guess?
I was about to check my holopad when there was a knock on the door. I approached and opened it to see... Kenneth. Standing in the doorway.
“Uh, hi, Krekos. I just, uh... Wanted to apologize again. I really wish mom and dad told me everything ahead of time... I just want you to know, I have no problems with you whatsoever, yeah? It’s just. Surprising, I guess, to hear all that. I didn’t think there were any defectors from the fleet at all... Just. Uh, please don’t worry about me?” He offered me a small smile, showing his canines before quickly correcting himself and doing a closed-lip one. “I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories or make you feel unwelcome.”
I had to take a moment to contemplate his words. Was Lena and Reginald’s weirdness hereditary? He almost reminded me of how Reginald talked to me early on, with constant stumbling over the words, as well as constant reassurances that he is fine with me being here. Couple that with failing to avoid predatory mannerisms like eye contact and smiles like Lena tends to and you get this human. But most importantly and least understandably, there was the general fact of him and them just... welcoming me. I couldn’t understand why. I should be one sorry to them.
“N-No, it’s fine... I’m sorry for... intruding on you and your family.”
“No, no, dude, you’re fine! I mean, hell, I was considering entering one of those exchange programs before the bombings happened, and even after, well, I did my best at Fahl to be the perfect friendly soldier just there to make sure no more bombs drop on my home and not kill or conquer anyone. And then mom told me your story, and I can’t believe it... Just... If you have any issues, feel free to tell me. I’m not one of those racist pricks that are too pussy to even call themselves HF anymore because they know they’ll get their teeth knocked. I get that there aren't good or bad species, just people. And you seem like a decent guy if mom and dad’s judgment is to be trusted.” His smile widened, though it was clear from tension on his face that he had to take conscious effort to keep teeth hidden. “So, what I said earlier stands. Friends, right?”
He extends hand forward, for a second time today. I wasn’t sure if I knew this human long enough to call him a friend... Any human really. But it also seems like human definition of ‘friends’ is anyone they’re cordial and peaceful with. Which is weird. You’d think translators would properly use ‘acquaintance’ for that.
Still... We will be living in the same house now. I can’t just say no, and... I can’t come up with a reason to say no. Even him being a predator and a human is not something I could really say I object to, considering how... mundane that became to me over my time here.
So, with naught on my mind but acceptance of the situation, I extended my wing and grasped his hand with my claw. This time he actually gripped it tightly and moved it up and down, as I saw other humans do occasionally.
“Yeah... I guess that’d be for the best.” I responded, shrugging off the hesitation. Fresh start for a third time, I guess?
The human grinned, forgetting to hide his teeth entirely, but I was ready for it somehow and avoided outwardly reacting.
“Cool! Anyway, I’ll try to get some shuteye early, I couldn’t sleep on the overnight flight home. See ya!”
And with that he left. Well... That meeting went well I suppose?
I returned to my nest and picked up my holopad, returning to what I was doing. And there it was, something I awaited every day. A notification that I was messaged on mailing app. Opening the letter revealed the schedule for the study program. Which... only had one day marked on it. And a note that the rest of it will be figured out ‘as we go from there’. So it’s not a schedule, it’s just a mark for the day of the first meeting.
While a bit underwhelming, it was still exciting. It would be an all-alien class so I wouldn’t have to deal with humans’ incomprehensibility nearly as much, and it would allow me to finally return to pursuing what I actually dreamt of. Even if I wasn’t entirely sure that was precisely what I wanted after everything that happened, it was at least something for me to move towards.
...just two days until start. I wonder if there’s some required reading to prepare?
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I first started noticing that something was wrong around 3 months ago. At the time, I was working from home and would usually light a scented candle while I worked, which usually helped me relax and stay focused on my work. I would usually burn through a candle a week, but over time, the candles started to take less time to fully burn up. At first, I thought that this was because of a change in ingredients the company that made the candles used, but the problem persisted after I switched candle brands, which I once again blamed on the candle manufacturers.
I kept this belief for another week until the first incident. While getting up from my computer desk, which faces away from the candle, to take a quick bathroom break, I caught a glimpse of the lit candle. A two-inch layer of molten wax rested on another three-inch layer of solid wax, the wicks rising out at first and being somewhat visible through the molten layer, finally breaking the surface and being slowly burned away. The flames flickered as I swung the door open and walked out of the room. When I returned 10 minutes later, the molten layer was gone, and the wicks had been shortened so that the flames rested right above the solid layer of the wax. At first, I thought that the glass jar that contained the candle was leaking, but after a short inspection, I was only able to find two small drops of candle wax that had solidified right next to the candle on the bedside table. I still had 2 hours of work left to do, but I was too lost in thought and was unable to do any work for the rest of the day.
Every night before I go to sleep, I like to read for at least 30 minutes, and while reading, I usually light a candle. Around 4 days later, I had mostly forgotten about the incident and went back to using candles. Due to my naivety, it returned.
I fell asleep while reading with a candle lit on my bedside table. I woke up to loud slurping noises. As I opened my eyes, the brightness of the light I had not turned off almost blinded me. As my eyes tried to readjust to the light and focus on what was in front of me, I saw a somewhat humanoid dark gray to light blue blur that contrasted with the white paint on the walls behind it. Another gray line stretched from the shape's head to the candle on my bedside table. I could feel my heart skip five consecutive beats. I opened my mouth and tried to force out a scream for help, but the pressure I applied to my throat was way beyond what it was able to handle, leading me to only produce a light wheezing sound. I tried to sit up or to at least prop myself up, but my muscles failed me. Trying to push myself up with my arms felt impossible. As I stared at the figure that had suddenly appeared in my room, my eyes finally managed to focus, making it possible for me to see the intruder who was now staring at me. The figure was a man at least 7 feet tall, fully naked; he looked bloated; his eyes were bloodshot and looked like they would pop out of their sockets; at any point, his skin was a grayish light blue.
HIS LIPS
His lips extended from his mouth like an elephant's trunk, which had been split in half. The lips extended from the man's face to the candle; the flames had been put out. He was using his lips as a makeshift straw, slowly sucking up all the molten wax from the candle, which had fully liquified while I was asleep. I laid in bed, unable to move, unable to scream for help, staring until he emptied the jar. His lips retracted back to his face, the molten wax solidifying on their tips and cracking, flakes of wax falling off the man's lips and falling to the floor. The man grinned, staring at me. The ridges and gaps between the teeth were filled in with wax, making it impossible to make out where one tooth ended and the next one began. The man opened the door he was standing next to, but instead of walking out of the room, he stepped behind it. His face peered at me from above the door, and then once again, like he had done to drink the wax, the man puckered his lips, which stretched from his mouth and floated to me. I shook and tried to roll over away from him. I wanted to get up and run, but my fear had taken over my body. Tears flowed from my eyes. He kissed me on the cheek, leaving flakes of wax and light moisture. He retracted his lips and lowered his head behind the door.
I don't remember falling asleep, but when I woke up, I saw the empty glass jar, which at one point contained the candle. Even though I had hoped that what had happened was a dream, it wasn't. I still had flakes of wax on my cheek, and on my bedroom floor, the wax in the jar had disappeared. I called the police, but they were unable to find anyone in my apartment; they also could not find any evidence of a break-in.
After the break-in, I started looking for a new apartment to move to, thinking that the man was tied to the building I was in, but even though I had thrown out all of my candles, I could not stomach spending another hour in my apartment, constantly looking over my shoulder or walking around with my back pressed up against the wall to not allow it to creep up on me. Thankfully, my friend Emma was able to let me stay over at her apartment while I looked for a new one for myself.
Me and Emma have been friends since we were 8, and we've been there to support each other when times get rough. This isn’t the first time I've had to stay over at her house for an extended amount of time; in fact, I have had to stay over at Emma’s as many times as she has had to stay over at my apartment, whether it was because of evictions after losing a job, breakups, or a candle wax drinking squatter. I didn't even know if it was human. I mean, sure, it looked like one, but human lips are not supposed to do what his did, and somehow it didn't have a reaction to molten wax being poured down its esophagus. I didn't tell Emma about what happened—the details at least—I just told her that a man had broken into my house and was watching me sleep. The only people I told the truth to were my therapist and the cops, and all of them disregarded what I told them as my mind making things up after a traumatic event.
For a while, I believed what they said—I mean, why wouldn’t I?—but then I started seeing him again. For a few days, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me again like it had done during the night of the incident. For split seconds out of the corner of my eye, I would see the outline of a tall, bloated figure. At first, they were hours apart, but after a while, it became constant. He was standing in each room I passed, in every single dark corner I glanced past, and then he spoke.
“FeeD MeEeee”
It stood in the kitchen, peering over from a small gap between the fridge and the sink, where the trash can that had been knocked over onto its side usually stood. His voice was raspy, and every word that came out of his mouth was distorted as if he were gargling water, but still, I could somehow clearly make out each word he said from over 15 feet away.
“Please just leave me alone I… why are you following me?”
I shouted at the figure, the same fear that had taken over my body during the night I saw him for the first time paralyzing me, making it impossible for me to move anything other than my eyes, eyelids, and mouth.
“i’M sTarviNg, I nEEd You To FeEd ME”
It replied again. Now, stepping out from behind the fridge, he stepped directly onto a rotten banana. Its mushy brown content’s seeping out of the peel under the pressure of his decomposing foot, which was covered in scabs, and took up the same grayish light blue color as the rest of his body. He mostly looked the same; his bloodshot eyes bulged from their sockets, but now his tongue was swollen. It peeked out from between his bloated, cracked gray lips; it stared at me, waiting for an answer.
“Ok, I’ll.. I’ll feed you, but please just... leave me alone.”
I replied, the tone of my voice shifting into high-pitched squeals with every quick breath I took. He looked satisfied by my response. He somehow squeezed his bloated body back into the gap that was at least four times smaller than him. After peering over at me from above the fridge, he bent over backwards, his spine releasing a series of sickening cracks until he was fully obscured by the fridge, and then he vanished.
Still barely in control of my body, I limped over to the couch tucked away in the back corner of the living room, it took me at least 10 minutes to steady my breathing and 20 more to fully regain control of my body again but as soon as I did I ran out the house and to the nearest store, during the 15-minute walk he stared at me through dark windows and the backs of cars, peered out at me from gaps between leaves in the trees and bushes, he even followed me into the store staring at me from the middle of deserted isles before disappearing right before my eyes were able to fully catch him, once I finally got the candles I randomly picked four off of the shelves and rushed to the self checkout.
When I arrived home, I had 2 hours before Emma got off work. I didn't want to feed it while she was home, and I didn't want her to see it. I pulled out two of the candles from the black plastic bag and placed them on the kitchen table, the first a light blue candle named “Garden Rain” and the second a red candle named “Juicy Watermelon." I pulled out a lighter from one of the drawers Emma used after her stove stopped lighting on its own and lit each of the 6 wicks on the candles. As soon as I started seeing the wax melt under the heat of the burning wicks, I dropped the lighter onto the table next to the candles and ran out of the room. I could not stomach seeing that thing again; even just thinking about it made me shudder and hyperventilate. The paralyzing fear that seeing him caused me made me want to vomit.
At least 30 minutes later I started to hear it drink even though the living room and kitchen were separated by a wall, even though I had closed the door I could still hear what at first started as slurping sounds which were followed up by loud gulps, then it stopped, and once again 30 minutes later it started drinking, as the slurping started once again I heard the door to the apartment crack open, it was Emma, as she stepped through the door I saw her carrying two large brown paper bags of groceries in her hands, she was headed to the kitchen.
“Hey let me grab those for you”
I said running over to her, my voice shaking.
“Oh, thanks. Are you… okay, you look scared?”
My eyes shot wide open in a mixture of fear and surprise. I said the first thing that came to mind.
“Yeah just umm… I didn't expect you to come home so early and I got a bit spooked”
“shit sorry, I know I should have called you, work let me off early today,”
I started to turn away from her walking to the kitchen.
Trying to keep her away from the kitchen I told her to wait for me in the living room because I wanted to talk to her about something. I didn't know what I would talk to her about but that was a problem for future me to resolve, somehow it worked.
“What's that sound?”
She called out to me while walking towards the living room couch. It took me a few seconds to come up with an excuse.
“I think it’s the sink, or the pipes at least”
I opened the door to the kitchen with my eyes closed at first hesitant to look knowing what would be greeting me. slowly prying my eyes open I started to see its outline, my muscles started to lose strength as the details of the man came into my view, I felt the grocery bags start to slip from my arms, my knees buckled, face first I fell onto the kitchen floor scattering the groceries all over the floor, I mixture of a light scream and a yelp escaped from my mouth as my body made contact with the floor, Emma concerned for my safety ran into the kitchen, she didn't scream, using all of the strength and mobility I had left in my muscles I rolled over expecting to see her face drenched in terror, her body frozen still unable to move just like my body had done the first time that I saw him, but Emma looked concerned, the man was gone, she crouched down beside me.
“Oh my god are you ok? What happened?”
I looked around observing my surroundings.
“I um… I… I tripped on the little thing at the bottom of the doorframe”
I finally managed to blurt out another excuse, not being able to remember what the name of a door sill was. I started to sit up using a part of the energy that had returned to my body, pain pulsed through my chest and arms, Emma looked at me with a concerned face.
“You've been acting really weird since I got home, are you sure you're ok?”
“Yeah… I think I’m just having one of those days you know”
The confusion on Emma’s face said that she didn’t know and to be honest I didn't either, I guess my luck of pulling random excuses out of my ass ran out, Emma thought that she triggered some sort of PTSD response after barging into the house unannounced at first apologizing then trying to change the subject to stop my trembling which I was still unsuccessfully trying to hide from her.
“Did you buy candles?”
Emma asked picking the groceries apart from the garbage that spilled out the can that the man had knocked over, placing them on the table next to the now half-empty glass jars, the flames flickered above the inch or so of molten wax the man was unable to finish drinking.
“Yeah I’ve been struggling with work lately, they usually help me focus”
“Huh Interesting combination you’ve got going on here”
She looked at me and smiled slightly, I smiled back and chuckled to seem normal.
“Yeah even I don't know what I was trying to accomplish here, to be honest”
I tried to help Emma clean up the spilled groceries but she did not let me, she told me that I needed to recover like I had been in a car crash instead of having taken a little tumble. After a few seconds of silence, Emma spoke again.
“Anyway, what did you want to talk to me about earlier?”
A quick jolt of stress shot through my body, in a jumbled mess of lies and fear I had forgotten what I had told Emma, I sat there in silence for a few seconds unable to come up with an excuse
“I…umm… I don’t remember, it wasn't anything serious though”
“Damn did you hit your head too?”
She said once again proudly smiling at her joke.
At this point Emma picked up the last bag of potato chips from the floor and placed it on the table, then she opened the fridge and started loading the groceries into it.
“Anyway I gotta go get back to work’’
I blurted out after a few more seconds of awkward silence.
“Alright well good luck”
I walked over into the living room and sat down in front of my workstation, which now consisted of a laptop sitting on a small foldable TV tray that had just barely enough room left on it to fit a small USB mouse.
The last thing I remember, before I fell asleep, was me mindlessly scrolling through apartment listings while Emma watched a random 90’s horror movie I’m positive only had a budget of $500.
I woke up with a light stinging pain shooting through my dry throat, and a dim hissing sound caused by thousands of water drops striking the ground outside filled the room. I pressed the spacebar on my laptop, the brightness of the screen blinding me temporarily, after taking a few seconds to let my eyes readjust I managed to make out the time, 3:45 AM. A strong smell I was unable to make out the origin of assaulted my nostrils. Lavender.
The smell hitting my nose had the same effect on me that I would expect smelling salts would have on a weightlifter right before they set a world record. Before I knew it my legs were moving on their own at an almost uncontrollable pace, fighting back against my mind which was telling them to slow down after years of being used to navigating both mine and Emma’s apartment as steadily as possible to not bother the neighbors.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity I stood before Emma’s bedroom door, a faint, yellow, pulsating light radiated from a lamp and snuck out of a small gap between the door and the doorframe, reluctantly I pushed my left hand up against the door, my right hand grasping onto the door frame for a sense of stability, once the door was fully agape I scanned the inside of the room my heart skipping a beat for every humanoid shadow cast up onto the wall by the lights from the wicks which were set ablaze and were being slowly burnt away.
I walked into Emma’s room and made my way over to her bedside table to put out the candle, as I stepped closer towards her, her face became more defined, I could finally make out her features, she was awake, but no she could not have been, even though her eyes were wide open they never blinked, she didn't even move slightly, as I moved closer I finally managed to fully make out the expression of pure terror on her face, her mouth wide agape as if she was about to release a deafening screach, but she could not have, a single drop of solidified wax dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and clung to her cheek, my eyes traced the cream colored path back towards her mouth, first up her cheek then between the corner of her mouth and finally behind her teeth, there instead of her tongue or the roof of her mouth I saw a wall of wax which had filled in the entirety of her mouth.
I fell to my knees and hunched forward supporting my body weight with my arms, I was too late, I resisted the urge to vomit and got back up onto my feet, a mixture of tears and snot slid down my face and onto my lips, shaking now I slowly started limping over towards my phone which I had left on the couch next to where I had awoken just minutes before, just minutes before my life was destroyed because of my lies if I had just told Emma what I had gone through, if I had just told her what had happened on the night of the incident which now seemed trivial, even if she thought that I was crazy, I know that she would have complied just to make me feel comfortable.
It took me at least 30 seconds of repeated attempts to stabilize my hands enough to properly dial 911. “Someone broke into my apartment and hurt my friend” was the only reasonable explanation I could come up with that would not get the operator to hang up on me thinking that this was a prank call.
I sat there in the living room for an agonizing 10 minutes, crying, my sadness slowly transformed into anger towards myself, and my mind raced thinking of all the lies I’d told, I kept thinking that if I had just told her the truth she would not have been laying there in her bed, her body bloated, “every single orifice has signs of forced penetration and has been filled with what seems to be candle wax” is what was written on her autopsy report.
For a few days I was the main suspect in Emma’s murder, but due to the almost unstoppable crying and the unresponsive state that I was in when the police arrived, mixed with the lack of evidence of me having a way to produce 30 pounds of candle wax led to me being released out of police custody, but because I was the main suspect I was not told any details about what had fully happened to Emma, for days all I had to work off of was the image of her face frozen in terror, and a short glance I caught of her bloated body as she was being carted out on a stretcher.
I recounted every single word of our last conversations over and over again until they became permanently etched into my brain.
Emma’s parents originally wanted to cremate her, as that is what she had somewhat jokingly asked for whenever the topic of funerals came up, well she had joked about wanting to have had unpopped popcorn shoved down her throat before she was sent off to “scare the shit out of the guy cremating me” but due to all the wax which would have been impossible to get out of her body they were forced to bury her.
A few days before Emma’s funeral her body disappeared.
After Emma’s death, her parents took me into their home, after reading the autopsy reports and seeing her corpse they had thrown out every single candle they owned which made their home the safest choice I had, still, this did not stop me from buying a machete and keeping it under my bed, just in case.
I was laying on the bed in their guest bedroom The day that the police informed Emma’s parents about her disappearance, the bedroom is right above the front porch of the house, at first I heard them ring the doorbell which was followed up by 3 powerful knocks on the door, for about a minute I laid there on the bed listening to muffled voices exchanging distorted words I was barely able to make out which slowly transformed into distorted weeps, curious I lifted myself up from the bed, made my way over to the window and carefully lifted the bottom panel making Shure to not make too much noise, the distorted muffled sounds started forming into coherent words “We checked the security footage but the only strange thing we could see was a 5 second time jump” one of the officers spoke in a serious and almost monotone voice “which meant that the security guard who was the only person in the building had to climb down 2 flights of stairs walk through a 40 foot long hallway and then drag her body back up stairs and out of the building in 5 seconds” Emma’s mom let out yelp “ but don’t worry ma'am that’s actually good news because we know that her corpse is still somewhere within the building and was probably brought to the wrong floor by an intern, we’ve already warned all of the staff at the hospital to keep an eye out, and we also sent 5 officers to search the hospital”
I could not believe what I was hearing, my breathing quickened, but this time instead of fear I felt anger, that fucker stole her corpse and was probably in the weird separate plane of existence he always went back to after terrorizing me, cutting off chunks of her body, melting her, and drinking her.
I closed the window Emma’s mom's cries once again turned into a muffled rumble which was only possible to make out if you knew what to look for, I took a few steps back away from the window planning to lay back down, not wanting to bother Emma’s parents. I bumped into something, not something, someone, its fleshy towering form as solid as a wall sent me tumbling forward, I knew it was him, he had returned to take me too, to stretch his swollen cracked lips, push them down my esophagus, fill my lungs and stomach with wax. But despite all of that this time I was not scared, I was angry, and I was not going to stand there in terror like I had the last time I saw him.
I fell forward onto my knees my face missing the window sill just by mere inches, I put my hands onto the floor, lifted one of my knees, and rotated 180 degrees now facing the monster, to the right of him pushed up against the wall was the bed, light from the sun reflected off of the metallic button which kept my machete in it’s sheathe, the man started to stretch his lips, they were moving towards me, waving a wiggling through the air like a snake slithering towards me.
I dove towards the bed one of my feet pushing off of the floor and the other pushing against the wall which creaked under the pressure applied to it, I flew for a few moments before slamming down onto the carpet and sliding forward, the heat generated by my skin brushing against the carpet released a sharp stinging pain throughout my body, my outstretched arm landed just a few inches short of the machete, I quickly bent my arms, pushing my body up and crawled towards the machete. my fingers wrapped around the handle I spun around, my back pushed up against the bedside table, once again facing the man, he was still facing the window but his lips faced me and were just a few feet away from me, for what felt like minutes but was most likely no longer than a second, I struggled to hook my finger under the strap securing the machete into its sheath, as the lips inched towards me the man started producing gurgling noises, he was regurgitation wax.
I finally pulled the machete out of its sheath, I swung the blade at the man's lips, the blade was not met with any resistance as it sliced through the man’s lips which landed on the carpeted floor with an audible thud, the man did not have a physical reaction to my counter-attack, his lips kept creeping towards me, once again I slashed at the lips, still no reaction, I repeated this at least 3 more times.
I wanted to kill him, I wanted to take revenge for what he had done to Emma, but fighting back was pointless. I realized that no matter how much I tried to hurt it, I could not kill him, I could not get rid of him.
My rage dissipated and a mixture of fear and sadness crept in, and soon took over my body, I screamed for help, I screamed in fear, in agony, tears streamed down my face as the man's lips finally reached my face, he wasn’t met with any resistance as his lips snuck between mine, pried my jaw open and finally started to slide down my esophagus.
I heard the cops run up the stairs, they started banging on the door asking if I was okay only to have been met with muffled screams, hot wax started to pour down inside of me, the stinging pain of the heat made me want to plunge the machete which I had dropped onto the ground next to me into my stomach to create a gaping wound that the wax would hopefully funnel out of, the texture of the man's slippery, oily lips matched with the poison like flavor of the wax caused me to start gagging, I felt my insides bulging like at any moment my intestines would have been filled to the point where they would pop, I wanted to vomit, the drain myself of the filth I was filled with, but his lips had plugged my throat not allowing anything to get out.
Hearing my muffled screams the cops started kicking the door down, the man retracted his lips, the suction aided my attempts at cleansing my insides, I got onto my hands and knees streams of molten wax pouring out of me, solidifying on the the carpet, with another loud thud the door swung open slamming into the wall, the man was gone.
That’s the last thing I remember before I passed out, but according to one of the doctors who was in the ambulance that brought me to the hospital, I was still semi-responsive during the first 10 minutes of the ride to the hospital.
Approximately 13.4 pounds of wax were removed from my body, the doctors said that I was in a critical condition and some of them did not expect me to make it.
One of the officers who was there the day the man attacked me took a report of what had happened to me, due to the unmistakable evidence of what had happened to both me and Emma, and the fact that this was the 3rd instance of me reporting something like this the police finally started investigating who this man might have been.
Around a month later I was discharged from the hospital and once again have been staying in the living room of Emma’s parent's house.
I’ve been seeing the man again, candles were not allowed in the hospital I stayed at, which means that he’s probably very hungry, he’s close to attacking me again, I know it, he wants to finish what he started and I don't know if I have the power to fight back, I’m not sure if defeating him is even possible, I’m tired.
I’ve been seeing Emma too, her bloated, reanimated corpse often appears to be standing next to the man. If I let him take me will I get to join them? I’ve tried asking but they don’t answer, they just stare, I can’t keep living in constant fear, always looking over my shoulder, I miss Emma.

(Reposting this over here since JoJo is a very frequently posted franchise over here also cause I want more people to see it since I spent like 3 hours going through the art book, getting scans, setting up Imgur posts, and writing this all up.)
So recently on my trip to another state, I was able to get my hands on the recently translated and officially release JoJo 6251 and wanted to go through the entire things character encyclopedia to find anything worth while posting about for those looking for scans/evidence for their scaling. This is my first time ever attempting something like this and I’m just using my phone so I apologize if some of the scans are blurry or not cropped the best. I’ll be ordering this by what concepts/character are being talked about, not part by part, so feel free to skip around to what you find interesting.
Hamon and Hamon users:
Descriptions of hamon having the same energy as the sun, along with life energy, along with being stated to primarily work on living beings. this is backed up further in the frequently used terms section where it also goes into detail about how hamon’s capabilities seemingly have limitless potential, a statement in straizo’s section also adds onto the effectiveness on living beings claim.
Hamon at its absolute peak can see fate and future deaths, this should be applicable to characters like Ultimate Lifeform Kars as well.
Hamon also seems to have the ability to “restore humanity” in the undead.
Hamon is described as making cells going “haywire”
Once Joseph’s hamon training is done, he is described as having abilities “second to none” and due to it he was able to beat Esidisi, Wamuu, and even the ultimate being Kars
Elaboration on what the Red Stone is, being described as a “ray of light”
Its main section is where it gets interesting, being described as reflecting light millions of times in itself before launching it out in a singular condensed point could affect how you calc it but I’m not calcer so…
Vampires, Zombies, Pillarmen, and perfected beings
The stone mask is described as drawing out the wearer’s “undiscovered abilities”
DIO’s regeneration is described as “Even if you split him in two, he will regenerate in the blink of an eye” and that he’ll “go on living forever as long as hamon doesn’t dissolve his brain”
Pillarmen’s bodies are compared to rubber, along with strength and abilities beyond imaging.
Explanation on Wamuu’s Divine Sandstorm
Once being the ultimate lifeform, Kars is described as “unstoppably powerful.”*
Random tidbits on what the ULF gives along with regeneration and DNA statements along with more backing this up once kars becomes the ULF
ULF is described as being immune to hamon, which should include its various haxes
Stands in general
Described as being made of life energy and controlled by their users strength of their users psyche and fighting instincts. Along with this stand users attracted other stand users
Prediction type stands are described as “following their directions should lead to victory in battle” this is backed up later by what statements in Thoth’s proper entry says
Star Platinum, The World, and Crazy Diamond
Star Platinum is described as being the number one stand due to various combined factors and also that it’s timestop will ”continue to expand this power”
However crazy diamond is said to be comparable if not stronger in strength, but lesser in accuracy
But The World has consistently more statements saying it is the strongest and fastest stand along with this it’s timestop will continually expand as DIO’s head gets used to Jonathan’s body
Silver Chariot
Outright said to easily strike light speed targets
It exchanges defense for more speed when removing its armor
Emperor
Described as not that quick, and built to close range fights, however, since it’s bullets are apart of the stand, it allows Hol Horse to manipulate their trajectory
Judgement, range, and potential consequences for cacling
Judgement is described as possibly having the largest scale out of any stand(part 3)
This would include stands like Geb, and The Lovers along with The Sun which has its own very impressive range and calc
Like I’ve said before I’m not a expect or a calcer at all, but I’d be interested to see at least how this could affect star platinum’s inhaling feat.
Joseph’s still got it
Joseph is described as being in his prime still in Part 3
Various random stands and users
Tower Of Gray is faster than Star Platinum
Hierophant Green’s emerald splash can even harm Star Platinum badly
Hanged man is referred to as Light speed and needing “a very fast attack speed” for any attacker
Red Hot Chili Pepper’s abilities are referred to as rivaling Crazy Diamonds however it’s to note that he had to amp himself up to get to that point, also when in the wires he’s described as “near Lightspeed”
The Hand is said to be “fairly slow”
More explanation on how Heaven’s Door works
Both Bug Eatens are described as highly intelligent
And that’s everything I found interesting enough to be worth posting, hope you found some use from this post.

So recently on my trip to another state, I was able to get my hands on the recently translated and officially release JoJo 6251 and wanted to go through the entire things character encyclopedia to find anything worth while posting about for those looking for scans/evidence for their scaling. This is my first time ever attempting something like this and I’m just using my phone so I apologize if some of the scans are blurry or not cropped the best. I’ll be ordering this by what concepts/character are being talked about, not part by part, so feel free to skip around to what you find interesting.
Hamon and Hamon users:
Descriptions of hamon having the same energy as the sun, along with life energy, along with being stated to primarily work on living beings. this is backed up further in the frequently used terms section where it also goes into detail about how hamon’s capabilities seemingly have limitless potential, a statement in straizo’s section also adds onto the effectiveness on living beings claim.
Hamon at its absolute peak can see fate and future deaths, this should be applicable to characters like Ultimate Lifeform Kars as well.
Hamon also seems to have the ability to “restore humanity” in the undead.
Hamon is described as making cells going “haywire”
Once Joseph’s hamon training is done, he is described as having abilities “second to none” and due to it he was able to beat Esidisi, Wamuu, and even the ultimate being Kars
Elaboration on what the Red Stone is, being described as a “ray of light”
Its main section is where it gets interesting, being described as reflecting light millions of times in itself before launching it out in a singular condensed point could affect how you calc it but I’m not calcer so…
Vampires, Zombies, Pillarmen, and perfected beings
The stone mask is described as drawing out the wearer’s “undiscovered abilities”
DIO’s regeneration is described as “Even if you split him in two, he will regenerate in the blink of an eye” and that he’ll “go on living forever as long as hamon doesn’t dissolve his brain”
Pillarmen’s bodies are compared to rubber, along with strength and abilities beyond imaging.
Explanation on Wamuu’s Divine Sandstorm
Once being the ultimate lifeform, Kars is described as “unstoppably powerful.”*
Random tidbits on what the ULF gives along with regeneration and DNA statements along with more backing this up once kars becomes the ULF
ULF is described as being immune to hamon, which should include its various haxes
Stands in general
Described as being made of life energy and controlled by their users strength of their users psyche and fighting instincts. Along with this stand users attracted other stand users
Prediction type stands are described as “following their directions should lead to victory in battle” this is backed up later by what statements in Thoth’s proper entry says
Star Platinum, The World, and Crazy Diamond
Star Platinum is described as being the number one stand due to various combined factors and also that it’s timestop will ”continue to expand this power”
However crazy diamond is said to be comparable if not stronger in strength, but lesser in accuracy
But The World has consistently more statements saying it is the strongest and fastest stand along with this it’s timestop will continually expand as DIO’s head gets used to Jonathan’s body
Silver Chariot
Outright said to easily strike light speed targets
It exchanges defense for more speed when removing its armor
Emperor
Described as not that quick, and built to close range fights, however, since it’s bullets are apart of the stand, it allows Hol Horse to manipulate their trajectory
Judgement, range, and potential consequences for cacling
Judgement is described as possibly having the largest scale out of any stand(part 3)
This would include stands like Geb, and The Lovers along with The Sun which has its own very impressive range and calc
Like I’ve said before I’m not a expect or a calcer at all, but I’d be interested to see at least how this could affect star platinum’s inhaling feat.
Joseph’s still got it
Joseph is described as being in his prime still in Part 3
Various random stands and users
Tower Of Gray is faster than Star Platinum
Hierophant Green’s emerald splash can even harm Star Platinum badly
Hanged man is referred to as Light speed and needing “a very fast attack speed” for any attacker
Red Hot Chili Pepper’s abilities are referred to as rivaling Crazy Diamonds however it’s to note that he had to amp himself up to get to that point, also when in the wires he’s described as “near Lightspeed”
The Hand is said to be “fairly slow”
More explanation on how Heaven’s Door works
Both Bug Eatens are described as highly intelligent
And that’s everything I found interesting enough to be worth posting, hope you found some use from this post.

So few months ago and 2 days ago i had water leakin from my visor clip. I made a post about it around the time of the leak here if you wanna check the backlogs. Anyway. Got the headliner out. N found out alot of info about them rivnuts for the airdam is wrong. Ry the car guy is decent on his intel but hes like a learn while filming kinda guy. Case in point he said 2 of the front rivnuts were out in the open. N 2 were under the structural tubing above the windshield. No all 4 are there. Behind that tubing. And as stuck as mine were ya gotta use vice grips. But theres no hole to use vice grips. Brace yourself (pun intended) legit had to use a hole saw to drill a hole on that brace er body frame er wate er you call it to fit vice grips to grip on the rivnut. Btw in nissans great wisdom (because things never fail and you dont need it easy to get go anything because you wont need to get to it ever) they decided to tape the 3rd brake light wire and interior light wire to the headliner. Btw whose wise ass idea was it to use rivnuts anyway when a simple nut n bolt will do anyway like on every other car part? I love nissan but this was a mistake. They should make a recall on the rivnuts since technically it can be a safety issue with rust n mold n electrical hasards and is such a common issue. And for every recall if it takes a long time give a z or gtr as a rental. Fkn bs. Oh n btw its 2 rivnuts i had to drill holes for. Driver side too. Hope i dont get in a rollover. 👍

Contexte ☁️
Bonsoir, en général, je ne traine pas trop sur Reddit par manque de temps, mais j'avais vu cette communauté lors de mon dernier passage et je me suis dit que ça serait bien de me livrer un peu aussi même si je ne sais pas trop comment aborder la chose, c'est assez lourd et giga long, donc je vais faire en sorte de bien raconter mon histoire.
Donc en gros moi, c'est Mathieu, j'ai "que" 22 ans et j'ai déjà vécu beaucoup de choses qui m'ont mis dans un état plus que misérable aujourd'hui, entre les chagrins d'amours, les décès, le harcèlement scolaire étant plus jeune, je me suis tout pris dans la gueule.
Pourtant, je ne suis pas à plaindre, j'avais une famille normale, pas de parents violents ni alcooliques, mais malgré tout j'ai eu une adolescence désastreuse, diagnostiqué dépressif en 2015, j'étais tout le temps seul au collège et j'avais très peu d'amis plus quasi aucun soutien affectif (aucune copine, aucun animal de compagnie, etc) donc je me suis très vite enfermé dans les réseaux sociaux sur internet, je me suis fait des potes virtuels à tout-va et j'ai eu mes premières copines à distance sauf qu'évidemment je ne pouvais pas ressentir les faits d'une vraie relation.
Amours ❤️
Je passe outre les premiers crush que j'ai eu étant enfant/début collège, car je ne me suis pris que des râteaux.
Je n'ai pu voir ma première copine Chloë qu'une seule fois en 2017 durant toute notre relation, parce que c'était de la distance (elle était de Normandie et moi de Provence) et ça restera le plus beau jour de ma vie, en vérité j'ai fait du mal à Chloë parce que je n'allais déjà pas bien à l'époque, mais j'étais trop impulsif et jaloux, aujourd'hui je n'ai que les yeux pour pleurer, on est sortis ensemble de mars 2017 à septembre 2018, mais à cause de la distance et du fait qu'elle était trop évasive on s'est quittés pour des broutilles et ça me fait mal même six ans après, j'ai pleuré de nombreuses fois en regardant des anciennes conversations ou photos, c'était la seule fille de ma vie qui pouvait me faire sourire après une journée moisie.
Ma deuxième copine Sophie, je n'ai pu la voir que deux semaines au total en 2021 avant qu'elle ne me brise le cœur totalement, on est sortis ensemble à distance d'octobre 2018 à juin 2022 et je pense que c'est le destin qui m'a fait payer pour tout le mal que j'ai fait à Chloë, car Sophie me rejetait toute sa haine alors que j'essayais de ne pas faire les mêmes erreurs que ma première relation, au final elle a retrouvé un copain en moins d'un mois et au mois de décembre est revenue vers moi pour me terminer à base de "Mon copain est le meilleur, on 🔞 tout le temps, il m'a soigné de ma dépression, il est meilleur que toi, t'as servi à rien" ce qui m'a juste ruiné le peu de confiance en moi que j'avais, j'ai commencé à boire et je suis tombé dans l'alcoolisme à cause de ça, j'ai un énorme sentiment de vide et de haine depuis.
Ça me détruit à petit feu, car depuis toujours, je dois voir les autres être heureux, supporter la solitude et les remarques du genre.
"T'as pas besoin d'avoir une copine pour vivre" (De la part de ceux qui sont en couple) "Ça va t'arriver un jour" (De la part de ceux qui sont en couple aussi) "Il faut que tu passes à autre chose" (De ceux qui n'ont pas de traumatismes)
"Pourquoi t'as que des relations à distance ?" (Alors que je n'ai eu quelqu'un qui est tombé amoureux de moi IRL)
J'ai l'impression que c'est une malédiction éternelle de vivre comme ça, je voulais juste être heureux à la base, je pleure quand je vois des gens s'embrasser ou parler de leurs dates, c'est devenue comme une allergie, j'ai même essayé ces conneries d'applications de rencontres, j'ai faillit y croire l'année dernière mais faux espoir quand je suis retombé sur des manipulatrices avides encore une fois dont un date foireux.
Amitié et famille 👥
Comme je l'ai cité plus haut, j'ai eu très peu d'amis IRL, souvent perdus de vue ou alors des trahisons, le seul vrai ami que j'ai toujours depuis 2007 est mon meilleur ami Anthony, on s'est souvent embrouillés, mais on est encore là plus de 16 ans après, et le reste de mes amis d'aujourd'hui c'est encore du virtuel. On avait une team de copains sur internet entre 2015 et 2021 qui était très importante pour moi, car elle me permettait d'aller mieux, il y avait Chloë plus tous mes copains d'époque, on s'amusait sur plein de jeux comme Garry's Mod, Minecraft, CS:GO à la grande époque, mais sauf que suite à des embrouilles, les 3/4 sont juste partis aujourd'hui et cette team est dissoute, on ajoute à ça le fait que je me suis fait hack mon compte Discord en 2021 et que j'ai perdu tout ce que j'avais, ça m'a juste pourri mentalement et même encore aujourd'hui car ça reste une partie de mes souvenirs. Pourtant j'ai essayé de sortir, rencontrer du monde réel, aller dans des conventions, des bars, j'ai dépensé des centaines d'euros en voyages, mais rien n'y fait, les gens changent, la nouvelle génération et les mentalités ne sont plus les mêmes, c'est infernal, car rien ne change, tout empire.
Mais plus je grandis et plus je me rends compte que mes idéaux ne correspondent à personne, j'aurais voulu avoir un groupe d'amis, être un peu plus sociable, mais j'avais jamais personne pour faire des soirées, personne pour faire des sorties dans des parcs comme tout le monde faisait, je n'étais jamais invité aux anniversaires, ma mère m'interdisait de laisser les quelques potes que j'avais dormir à la maison alors que ma sœur oui, de toute façon avec ma mère ça ne s'est jamais bien passé et on en est même en très mauvais termes depuis des années, je ne suis pas le fils qu'elle voulait, car origines créoles et je lui fais honte parce que je ne suis pas comme "eux", elle ne veut juste pas le dire.
Hormis mon père qui est encore en vie, mais complètement malheureux, les seules personnes que j'aimais vraiment dans ma famille sont mortes, ma grand-mère est morte à 81 ans d'un accident en 2016, mon tonton est mort à 59 ans l'année dernière d'une crise cardiaque inattendue et comme si ça ne suffisait pas deux semaines après j'ai l'un de mes meilleurs amis qui est mort d'une maladie à 18 ans.
Ces trois-là m'ont tous aidé d'une manière : Ma grand-mère m'aidait à débuter dans la vie et m'a accompagné de ma naissance à mon adolescence, je me souviens de ces piques-niques de 2006 à 2009 ou alors les repas organisés le soir avec toute ma famille. Mon tonton me donnait tous les conseils pour avancer dans la vie et c'est grâce à lui que j'avais pu voir Chloë. Il m'avait accompagné ce jour et m'observait de loin pour voir comme j'étais heureux, c'était tellement rare, il me disait de ne jamais abandonner. Et mon meilleur ami, bien que distant des fois, était quand même là pour moi quand j'allais mal, et puis on rigolait bien, je pense que je suis encore le seul de son groupe d'amis à encore y penser.
J'y pense tous les jours et ça me fait de plus en plus mal, je ne peux juste pas oublier la douleur.
Travail et vie aujourd'hui ⏰
Honnêtement j'ai raté mes études, car je ne savais pas quoi faire et qu'on m'a mis dans un lycée de racailles, je n'ai aucun diplôme, je peine à trouver du travail, j'ai fait deux formations inutiles qui ne m'ont rien rapporté puis j'ai bossé à McDonald's en sacrifiant ma santé mentale (j'habite dans un petit village depuis 2004 donc c'est très dur de s'en sortir), j'ai même bougé à Gap début 2023 pendent 3 mois chez une ancienne amie et j'avais bossé à Action sauf que ça se passait super mal, non seulement cette amie était une manipulatrice perverse narcissique et puis la manageuse du Action me prenait pour l'esclave de service avec sa collègue donc ça n'hésitait pas pour me crier dessus et parler dans mon dos, je rentrais le soir en pleurant tout seul et mon "amie" n'en avait rien à foutre, elle préférait m'utiliser pour acheter de la bouffe, utiliser mon pc pour jouer avec ses potes et se foutre de ma gueule.
Aujourd'hui, je suis à découvert, j'ai droit à aucune aide financière, je galère pour avoir le permis (que j'ai encore raté l'autre jour ce qui m'a foutu dans la merde et m'a fait encore pleurer et tomber en crise d'angoisse) je me lance dans un service civique en déchetterie qui ne me plait pas du tout, mais c'est le seul truc qui m'accepte donc je suis obligé de prendre.
Conclusion 🤍
En bref voilà un peu l'état de ma vie, j'écris beaucoup sur des notes pour moi-même donc c'est pour ça que ce pavé est propre je pense, la solitude est en train de me tuer, j'aimerais juste donner de l'affection à quelqu'un ou en recevoir, car je ne veux pas finir ma vie seul, chaque jour je me réveille avec la boule au ventre et chaque nuit je m'endors avec des terreurs nocturnes et les crises d'angoisses sont quotidiennes, je peux pleurer d'un coup sans pression puisque mon cerveau va penser à des souvenirs, j'ai vu des psychologues, mais ça ne réglera jamais mes soucis.
J'avais des rêves, fonder un groupe de musique, vivre avec une personne que j'aime.. mais rien de tout ça ne sera réel pas vrai ?
J'ai plusieurs fois essayé de mettre fin à mes jours, depuis 2018 ma vie est devenue un enfer quotidien et j'ai juste perdu espoir.

From what's shown in the show we see:
The Bookie (his first kill where he makes his bones)
Febby, The Rat in Maine
Chucky Signore, with the fish gun
Matthew Bevilaqua, at least he got his (diet) soft drink of choice
Big Puss, who haunted him as billy bass
Ralph, who was his first kill in almost two seasons
That Animal Blundetto
Chrissy, who should have covered that beak better
Coco, it's said that he's alive at the end, but considering Tone left him as a toothless shopping cart from here on out, I don't think he would've lived much longer
That's a total of eight, considering how generally abrasive and violent T is shown to be, I doubt the twenty something year gap had zero murders from the big guy. I think it's reasonable to assume that the show didn't show every bit of his life and he could have conceivably killed people but said hits weren't explicitly shown.
The best evidence for this I think is the last part of season six, it's clear from the start that he was trying to do less of the fighting himself and his comment to Gloria about the older gorilla having done its fighting already so it just has to jaw at its opponents now seems to show his mindset for the mid part of the show. Notably he doesn't kill anyone in season three (on screen at least) and only goes after Ralph after pretty much everyone wanted him gone and later his cousin to salvage the situation and preserve the rest of the family. By the end of season six though, he becomes far more active and arguably the most frontline he's been since the start of the show beating Coco, killing Chrissy and generally becoming more energized than any other point in the series.
The other mobsters wouldn't have been scared of him if they didn't know he posed a real threat at any moment, we see Phil even look scared of him in that chase despite how brutal Phil is when he attacks other people, even though he's just the leader of this pygmy thing down in Jersey. Not to mention his connections probably had to be earned in blood, the Russians, his corrupt FBI people, his corrupt local cops, the judges and people he brought onside, the Civil Rights activist guy who was really working for him, regardless of blood his cousin over in Italy had to have had some reason for working with him aside from fancy cars and she didn't even get to sleep with him (her own second cousin turning her down had to be quite the low blow) so he probably had to take care of some people in the states for her.
He also seems quite comfortable killing and brutally killing at that, he has his whole 'we are soldiers' thing too but looking at the sheer joy in his eyes when he's beating people or killing them so who knows he might have 30-50 people he's killed by the time everything is said and done which is an extremely high amount. Perhaps it's not that high when one considers that arguably half his killings in the show weren't something he intended to do until the moment they happened, he didn't go to Ralph's house thinking he'd kill him, he was paranoid about Chrissy but wasn't going to kill him until the crash mixed with Chris being high and seeing the tree branch where his daughter would've been, all the other kills had either a lot of deliberation or preparation. That's with Tone as an established leader though, who knows what all he'd be tasked to do as an underling.
He would have been working under his father for a fair portion of this time which couldn't have been peaceful.
I know enough with the preambles, frankly the whole thing has me depressed and ashamed

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Je vais me présenter sous mon nom d'utilisateur car je préfère garder mon anonymat. Je m' "appelle" Ailon, et les faits que je vais vous raconter se déroulent il y a deux ans.
Petite précision avant que je ne commence : j'ai fait toutes mes années d'école en Belgique. Donc j'utiliserais peut-être des termes belges que les Français ne comprendront pas, car je ne connais pas leurs termes équivalents en France. Donc désolée d'avance, si c'est le cas !
Maintenant que cela est dit, je vais passer à mon histoire.
Pour vous planter le décor, j'étais dans ma cinquième année de secondaire. Et il faut savoir que cette année n'a pas été l'une des plus joyeuses : beaucoup de personnes de ma famille, du moins du côté de ma mère, sont décédées en très peu de temps. Pour le moment, peut-être que cette information vous semble inutile, mais vous allez comprendre plus tard pourquoi je les précise maintenant.
J'avais choisi comme option d'études "Latin-Grec", et je m'y plaisais énormément ! Mes professeurs étaient géniaux, il y avait une bonne entente entre eux et ma classe, et je m'entendais assez bien avec tout le monde. En quatrième année, nous devions normalement avoir des voyages en lien avec nos options : pour "latin" un voyage à Rome, et pour "grec" un voyage à Athènes. Cependant, à cause du Covid-19, tous nos voyages ont été annulés. Nous étions tou.te.s déçu.e.s car nous les attendions avec impatience.
Mais l'année de ces événements, mon professeur de grec préparait un voyage en Grèce avec ces quatrièmes années. Et il se trouvait qu'il restait quelques places pour ce voyage. Alors cinq amies et moi (car oui, nous n'étions que des filles à avoir accepté) avions sauté sur l'occasion, et nous avions gagné un voyage de cinq jours pour Athènes.
Au départ, tout se passe à merveille. Nous profitions de la ville, nous visitions les endroits iconiques, ... Bref un voyage scolaire génial, et des plus classiques ! Mais la nuit du troisième jour, tout ne s'est pas passé comme prévu...
Pour simplifier les choses, je vais vous donner une brève description de la chambre, dans laquelle trois de mes amies et moi logions. Déjà, il fallait y avoir une carte pour y entrer. Sans celle-ci, impossible d'accéder à l'intérieur de la chambre. Ensuite, elle était assez petite. À droite se trouvaient les lits : le mien était dans le coin au fond, un autre lit était à ma gauche, et les deux derniers étaient les plus proches de la porte d'entrée. Et à gauche de la chambre, il y avait un gros meuble en bois avec un miroir au-dessus. Il se situait pile en face du lit à ma gauche.
Nous étions donc durant la nuit du troisième jour. Je me suis réveillée en plein milieu de la nuit, il devait être dans les 2 ou 3 heures du matin. Je commence à ouvrir les yeux, encore un peu dans les vapes. Et devant le meuble, j'aperçois une silhouette et en même temps la lumière d'écran d'un téléphone. Première pensée : je pensais que c'était l'une de mes amies qui faisait une insomnie, et qui était donc sur son téléphone. Je savais que cela pouvait leur arriver, donc je ne me suis pas inquiétée de prime abord.
Cependant, plus je me réveillais, plus je me rendais compte... que la silhouette ne ressemblait PAS DU TOUT à celle d'une de mes amies. Elle avait plutôt une allure masculine. Elle atteignait facilement le haut du miroir. Et sur elle, elle portait un gilet dont la capuche cachait sa tête. Et je distinguais aisément qu'elle avait ses mains dans les poches de son haut. Et la personne (qui semblait donc être un homme) fixait le téléphone allumé.
Et au moment où je me suis faite cette réflexion, où j'avais compris qu'il ne s'agissait pas d'une de mes amies, l'inconnu tourne légèrement sa tête vers moi. Prise de panique, je prends une décision de froussarde : je fais semblant que j'étais encore endormie, mais que je m'étais juste retournée dans mon sommeil. Je bouge énormément en dormant, je me suis donc dite que c'était crédible. J'étais maintenant dos à la personne, et j'essayais au plus possible d'être crédible.
Mais je me posais mille questions : comment est-il rentré ? Qu'est-ce qu'il veut ? Est-il venu uniquement pour voler, ou est-il venu pour autre chose ? Pendant un instant, j'ai hésité à réveiller mon amie à ma gauche. Mais je me suis également faite cette réflexion : "Et s'il est armé ?". J'ai donc vite abandonné l'idée d'appeler quelqu'un, préférant jouer le jeu de l'endormie. Sur le coup, je me fichais qu'il vole mon téléphone, mon argent, ... La seule chose que je souhaitais est qu'il parte au plus vite.
Au bout de plusieurs minutes, je n'ai plus entendu aucun bruit. Je me suis retournée, encore une fois comme si j'étais endormie, et j'ai entrouvert mes yeux pour savoir s'il était parti ou non. Malheureusement, il était toujours dans notre chambre. Mais pire encore, et ce qui m'a glacé le sang en une seconde, c'est qu'il était maintenant au bout de mon lit. Il se tenait debout, la tête penchée sur sa droite. Comme s'il savait que j'allais me retourner, et qu'il voulait vérifier si j'étais réellement réveillée ou non.
Je n'ai alors plus du tout bougé de toute la nuit. Plusieurs fois, dans le couloir, j'ai entendu des bruits de pas. Plusieurs fois, j'ai donc pensé qu'il était sans doute parti. Mais je n'avais plus le cran de vérifier : j'avais trop peur qu'il m'observe encore, ou qu'il se passe quelque chose de pire. Je suis donc restée figée dans mon lit. Je n'osais plus bouger. Et bien que j'essayais de paraître crédible, je pense que n'importe qui aurait compris que je ne dormais pas réellement. Mais je m'en fichais : j'étais trop prise par la peur qu'il fasse quelque chose, à moi ou à mes amies. Des larmes commençaient à couler de mes yeux, mais je tentais de ne pas céder à la panique.
Je ne me suis plus endormie, et je n'ai plus bougé jusqu'à ce que l'alarme de mon téléphone ne retentisse. J'avais ensuite raconté aux autres ce qui m'était arrivé. Au début, elles l'avaient plutôt pris à la rigolade. Mais une fois la nuit venue, elles étaient aussi apeurées que moi. Nous avions ainsi passé une nuit blanche, refusant de fermer l'oeil de la nuit. Nous avions même envoyé un message à l'une des professeurs présents à notre voyage, pour la prévenir de ce qu'il m'était arrivée la nuit précédente. Mais elle n'avait pas su y faire grand chose, si ce n'est nous dire de l'avertir s'il se passait quelque chose.
Évidemment, il ne s'est rien produit durant la dernière nuit. Heureusement, me diriez-vous ? En soi, oui. Mais je n'arrivais pas à comprendre ce qu'il s'était passé la nuit passée. Nous avions d'abord pensé de manière "rationnelle", disant que l'unique moyen de rentrer était que l'intrus possède la carte de notre chambre. Mais rapidement, la voie du paranormal nous a traversé l'esprit. Et rappelez-vous, je vous avais dit que j'avais perdu pas mal de personnes de ma famille, durant cette année-ci. J'ai donc pensé qu'il s'agissait de mon oncle, ou bien de mon grand-père, paternel.
Et après plusieurs événements étranges, que je raconterai peut-être dans un autre post, j'ai décidé d'en parler à ma mère. Elle m'a alors raconté qu'elle aussi, étant petite, elle avait déjà eu une expérience dans ce style. On en avait donc discuté pendant un moment, avant que ma mère n'aille voir un chaman. Alors, en plus d'avoir placé un médaillon de la Vierge sous mon coussin, elle a reçu une espèce de petit rituel (rien de bizarre, c'était vraiment un truc minime) que je devais faire pour que cela s'arrête.
Et comme de fait, après l'avoir fait, je n'ai plus vécu d'événements pareils à Athènes, ou bien pareils à ceux d'après. Encore maintenant, je n'ai plus rien eu. Et à l'heure d'aujourd'hui, quand cela nous arrive d'en parler à nouveau, les autres filles l'appellent "le gars d'Athènes". Mais sans être effrayées... Plus comme si elles se foutaient de moi et de ma réaction terrifiée au réveil. Cela me fait d'ailleurs un peu mal, car cet épisode m'a laissé des séquelles. Je n'arrive tout simplement plus à dormir dans le noir complet. Auparavant, j'avais aussi peur du noir. Néanmoins, j'avais réussi à vaincre cette peur. Mais après cette expérience, et les suivantes, je n'ai plus jamais été à l'aise d'être dans le noir complet. Encore maintenant, j'ai toujours besoin d'une source de lumière. Sans elle, je deviens terrorisée. Et dans le pire des cas, cela m'arrive de faire des crises de paranoïa et de panique.
Beaucoup de personnes m'ont aussi demandé si, en réalité, je n'avais pas été victime d'une terreur nocturne. Mais moi-même, je ne parviens pas à savoir ce qu'il s'est passé. Je continue de penser avec la mentalité "paranormale", mais je pense que tout le reste de mes proches a placé cet épisode dans la catégorie "terreur nocturne".
Au final, je n'ai toujours pas d'explication sur ce qu'il s'est passé ce jour-là. Et je pense bien que cela restera une question sans réponses.
Eh voilà ! C'est la fin de mon histoire, qui est (je pense) déjà assez longue haha ! Je posterai peut-être futurement les autres expériences qui me sont arrivées...
Merci à vous tou.te.s d'avoir lu mon post, et portez-vous bien !

Hey all,
This may be a pretty lengthy post. At this point, I’m posting to get the support of others (or the pushback to know I’m in the wrong) because I’m tired of the biased answers my parents and everyone else are giving me, and I need an outside perspective.
I wanted to ask for advice regarding a topic that's really been nagging me. My old friend and I are on a call right now just talking things through, and as someone who was honestly hurt real bad I need to ask for advice about what to do. I can't really talk to anyone else in my personal life about it, as my parents would likely try to make the decision for me
I [16M] was best friends with J [16M] for over 12 years. According to my mother, we met at 2-3 years old when we were at preschool and got along very well, and he was invited to my 5th birthday party. There are so many specific memories I could bring up, which I could never stop writing about, but we grew up together. He was my only friend growing up, being born with a speech impediment that has since been corrected and the label that comes with it. We went through periods where we talked nearly every day and periods where we talked once every couple of months. But we made a lot of memories, and each time it’s as if we never stopped talking.
We created things together, spent holidays like Christmas, Thanksgiving, and New Years hanging out together, pulling all-nighters. And these are less than 0.1% of all our total memories. It was honestly the most amazing friendship I’ve ever had and will likely ever have, unfortunately.
November 2022 was the two year anniversary of a small Roblox game I created. He had been recording and making videos for the longest time, and I had just released a video to celebrate, which he seemed to be impressed by. Again, it was as if we never stopped talking, but from that period on it was every single day. We had never talked that much, spending weekends together and doing amazing stuff. We even streamed together on YouTube to raise money for charity as part of the Thanksmas event. And he’s in a lot of my videos and other creations.
We pulled each other through hard times. High school, as you can guess, is where romantic relationships begin developing. Whenever I needed advice, he was there, and vice versa. I helped him get through a toxic girlfriend he had, and he found love again.
The only thing that really bothered me was that I was the one who introduced him to ChatGPT, which is an amazing tool if I’m being honest. I’m not mad about that, I’m mad that on my 15th birthday, which I believe is a milestone if I’m not mistaken, he didn’t take the time to write just TWO words “Happy Birthday” that would have been enough, and instead used ChatGPT to generate a birthday card, just smack dab copied and pasted. I brushed it off though, as it wasn’t too big of a deal honestly and only stands out now that the events that transpired have taken place.
This new girl he had, we’ll call S. S is an extremely manipulative girl, very good at it I’ll admit, but our mutual friends at the time, L, C, and K picked up on that, as well as myself. I consistently tried to warn him, but it was no use, and he was beginning to change to the point that it was irritating me to new levels. It’s important to note he confided in me about how unhappy he was yet he stayed and acted as if everything was normal, and appeared upset when I brought up the times he told me he was upset about everything.
Eventually, it got to the point that was all we talked about. S. It was so damn annoying. We couldn’t even have normal conversations anymore. And I wasn’t the only one, as C and I talked about it occasionally.
August 23, 2023. The day my world changed forever. He told me to screenshot messages containing him confiding in me, and send it to her privately. I did so, and she posted it to a group chat containing J, herself, K, C, and myself, and just started berating him. It’s important to note I had previously let her off the hook for insulting my mom, which I never do at all. It’s important to know that I’m not forgiving at all, and when I do forgive, it’s pretty rare. Although I can’t be sure, I believe it may be tied to the fact I used to be so forgiving to the point I allowed people to walk over me in elementary and middle school, and I never will allow that again.
The stuff she said, honestly, if she were not a girl (I would never hit a woman) and she were next to me, I would have knocked out her teeth. Although my mother and I argue from time to time, one thing I cannot deny is that she went through absolute torture to keep me alive when she was pregnant with me, and now I’m a fully healthy young teenager.
So I just started releasing everything, telling her how I felt about her hurting the people I care about and trying to play victim. It’s important to note she used J as a rebound from an ex she was clearly not over (you don’t compare exes 24/7 in a new relationship, guys!) and I previously was not going to call this out at J’s request. However, after she started going after my friends, I just said I would do it. J threatened to block me as a way to deter me (which actually solidified my decision to do it) and it was at that moment I just felt the switch of brotherly love and care (he was practically my brother) turn off in my mind. I could not believe he would threaten to do that for a girl he had been dating even shorter than the amount of time since the summer started, after well over a decade.
He blocked me on Discord after I challenged him to see if he would really follow through or take back what he said, and when I say I blocked him on everything, I mean EVERYTHING. If he tried to reach out to me through even Gmail, I wouldn’t know because it would go straight to my spam folder.
I didn’t know much, but what I did know was that he tried to reach out to me twice through mutual friends, asking for forgiveness. I learned through K what the deal was, at J’s request. A week later, S’s mother found out, and although I will not say specifics, let me just say that I’m not even sure if I can legally say anything without landing myself in a courtroom to testify.
I got a video in my YouTube recommendation tab in November (one of my comments on his videos got over 50 likes or something) about him returning to YouTube and addressing “everything.” I was interested, so I watched the entire thing, and I was surprised that a good third or so of the video was about me. I learned that he was fine the week after because this girl spoke to him (which really says a lot in my opinion) and only after his life went downhill did he realize what he did. He expressed how bad he felt about it, how he missed me, and how it’s worse because he feels like he could have fixed it, as (he claims to have lost me, not the other way around) he didn’t lose me to something like a car accident, or cancer, or some killer disease, and he was essentially pleading with those watching that he lost to reach out to talk about it. I ALMOST reached out, as he said we didn’t have to be friends, but I didn’t at the time.
Now, life has gone by at its normal pace. It was very hard living with it every single day. It's been about nine months since it happened, and we finally talked about the entire thing tonight. The thing is, I really do want to forgive him, but I'm just so anxious. I haven't healed, I'll admit, from what happened and I don't think I ever will. I see a beautiful future, but I'm also really scared that something worse could possibly happen in the future.
I wanted to ask, what would you do? If you were me in this situation, would you try to fix everything, or just leave it in the past?