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January 13th
I’d spent the day worrying about my first concert. This whole tour has had my skin crawl, if I can even call it skin, for such a long while. I love Sarge so much, but I just can’t fathom how he manages all this stuff. I mean, he’s a detective, he’s the owner of a bakery, and he’s opted to be my manager. He says it’s all just time management stuff, but I’ve tried managing my time, and I cannot get anywhere near what he’s capable of. It’s inhuman…. I mean, yeah, he’s a werewolf, but somehow that doesn’t seem to sway him. He talks with such diction and poise that I feel he could convince the world he was human.
But I suppose that’s not the reason why I’m writing. I had been so worried about my concert, because I looked… off… but in reality, people seemed to be okay with the idea of it. At least, they’re okay with the idea I made up – it’s my costume that I’m gonna wear constantly. They bought it, at least, but it feels weird to lie about it. I spent my entire life, for however long that was, lying about being a jacket. It was a secret Sarge and I shared, then we shared it with Xenon, then we shared it with the mainframe – granted it was on accident. But now, I’m lying about being a jacket that’s worn by a robot named Choomb.
The person who drove me to the hotel, their name is Sam, actually showed up to the concert, even after I told them about my ‘costume’ and that I wasn’t human. I thought they would have been too busy, but they did show up. I even asked them if they broke the silence that had me scared. They said they didn’t know. The way they worded it, though, sounded like they did.
Since Sam and Reese had the night off, they offered to treat me to some food at their favorite restaurant. I was flattered, certainly. The idea of eating food again would be wonderful, but Choomb can’t digest anything, so I wouldn’t be able to eat it anyway. Music, however, I can do. I decided to go with them just to enjoy the music while chatting. The two were very kind.
They asked me how long I’d be in town, and I said I was there for a few more days. I told them my manager’, who’s really just Sarge, told me to go to the Lackington’s Aquarium on the final day. It’s a place I could actually go to see real life sharks.
But, I suppose, that isn’t the point of this journal either…. Sarge told me to write in the journal because of this, so I’m doing it. Honestly, it feels better to just write down my experiences….
Sam and Reese had invited me to a nice lookout spot that would show the concert venue from afar. Beautiful lighting from the stadium would light up the clouds to be a deep blue hue. I figured I’d tag along, just to experience it.
There was a band that was playing. I can’t remember the name. Gig Masters or something? I don’t know. But, we went to that lookout point. Sure enough, the scene was beautiful…. While the two of them were enjoying the view and cuddling each other, I decided to walk around a bit. The night air was great, and I enjoyed not having to worry about a cultist idiot following me or the threat of a robot apocalypse.
How wrong was I to assume?
I tripped over something. When I looked down, I saw it was a tape recorder. At least, that’s what Sam told me it was. They said to rewind it and then press the play button, but don’t press the record button. I’m going to write out word-for-word what it said, because I have it here with me right now…
I just don’t know what it’s supposed to mean. My hands feel shaky with the anticipation of listening to it again. I kinda feel I want to throw up, but I know I can’t. I don’t have a stomach.
“Ninety-four… something. Something. Something. I dunno. I’ve lost count. I’ve lost count since Patty passed. She was the only one I knew who could keep track of time, and she’s gone. Gone. GONE. GONE!
“I wanted so desperately for this all to be a dream, or some sort of lucid nightmare… but it isn’t. It can’t be. People have told me they’ve seen it. They’ve seen this pure aspect of death incarnate. But why are they all so calm? It’s coming closer. It’s GETTING closer. I can already hear the screams – oh, so many screams. Thousands of people around me, fearfully running, flitting about what’s left of their meaningless lives as this thing approaches. It’s coming. It’s coming for us all.”
I dunno what this next part is saying, journal, because it’s so muddled with weird noises. There’s like a deep rumble that just drowns out most of the words, so bear with me.
“I *rumble* it! I *rumble*-ing KNEW IT! IT’S THERE! RIGHT T-*rumble* Everyone sees it now! IT’S HERE! IT’S HERE! The *static* thing followed me from Ertimie. WHY?!”
“If anyone is listening… anyone out there… after this apocalypse, after the ball of fire burns all our corpses to ash, listen well. It can end. It can be stopped. What matters is the warning. Then, maybe, someone will do something. Someone WILL SAVE U- *I think this is an explosion*. G*screaming loudly and blowing out the volume levels* IT! AH! STOP! IT *screaming* IT *screaming* ! IT’S COMING! IT SEES ME! IT’S COMING TO WHERE I AM! OH G*static* …….
I couldn’t help but stare at Sam and Reese in horrified confusion. I asked them if this was a joke, but they looked as terrified as I was.
I called Sarge immediately. I told him about the recording. He said he could look into it, probably forward it to Xenon, too. Though Sarge is a paranormal investigator, he is logical. He said if I immediately assume the worst, then it will only make me think illogically. He said to take it with a grain of salt. Assume it was a part of someone’s story-based scavenger hunt. The model of the tape recorder seemed old. It was from the nineties, he said. If whatever was happening had happened, why was there no news about it?
I’m glad Sarge is level-headed about it all. I’d be going insane if it wasn’t for him. I just feel bad for Sam and Reese. I’ve dealt with an apocalypse or two, but that’s because I can handle it. I’m not human… and now, I’m a robot. Those two probably just experienced something traumatic. Sarge told me to let him talk to them. He did. I don’t know what he said, but it seemed to calm the two down a bit.
I just hope everything will be okay. I want to know what this tape recorder was doing here, but I want to enjoy what I can of my tour. I’m not a detective. This is Sarge’s category of expertise.
Maybe it isn’t even something to worry about, I suppose. But, no matter how I look at it, the fear will always be ebbing at the back of my mind…. What is “it”?
This cover art is for the song, Heat Abnormal. It's very open-ended what the song is supposed to mean, but my interpretation may've gone very dark. All the same, I really loved making this one. Take a look at it on Youtube to see it animated!
Heat Abnormal - Chomby 83114
Chomby/Art/Story (C)
Juntarhenogu Me
I’d spent the day worrying about my first concert. This whole tour has had my skin crawl, if I can even call it skin, for such a long while. I love Sarge so much, but I just can’t fathom how he manages all this stuff. I mean, he’s a detective, he’s the owner of a bakery, and he’s opted to be my manager. He says it’s all just time management stuff, but I’ve tried managing my time, and I cannot get anywhere near what he’s capable of. It’s inhuman…. I mean, yeah, he’s a werewolf, but somehow that doesn’t seem to sway him. He talks with such diction and poise that I feel he could convince the world he was human.
But I suppose that’s not the reason why I’m writing. I had been so worried about my concert, because I looked… off… but in reality, people seemed to be okay with the idea of it. At least, they’re okay with the idea I made up – it’s my costume that I’m gonna wear constantly. They bought it, at least, but it feels weird to lie about it. I spent my entire life, for however long that was, lying about being a jacket. It was a secret Sarge and I shared, then we shared it with Xenon, then we shared it with the mainframe – granted it was on accident. But now, I’m lying about being a jacket that’s worn by a robot named Choomb.
The person who drove me to the hotel, their name is Sam, actually showed up to the concert, even after I told them about my ‘costume’ and that I wasn’t human. I thought they would have been too busy, but they did show up. I even asked them if they broke the silence that had me scared. They said they didn’t know. The way they worded it, though, sounded like they did.
Since Sam and Reese had the night off, they offered to treat me to some food at their favorite restaurant. I was flattered, certainly. The idea of eating food again would be wonderful, but Choomb can’t digest anything, so I wouldn’t be able to eat it anyway. Music, however, I can do. I decided to go with them just to enjoy the music while chatting. The two were very kind.
They asked me how long I’d be in town, and I said I was there for a few more days. I told them my manager’, who’s really just Sarge, told me to go to the Lackington’s Aquarium on the final day. It’s a place I could actually go to see real life sharks.
But, I suppose, that isn’t the point of this journal either…. Sarge told me to write in the journal because of this, so I’m doing it. Honestly, it feels better to just write down my experiences….
Sam and Reese had invited me to a nice lookout spot that would show the concert venue from afar. Beautiful lighting from the stadium would light up the clouds to be a deep blue hue. I figured I’d tag along, just to experience it.
There was a band that was playing. I can’t remember the name. Gig Masters or something? I don’t know. But, we went to that lookout point. Sure enough, the scene was beautiful…. While the two of them were enjoying the view and cuddling each other, I decided to walk around a bit. The night air was great, and I enjoyed not having to worry about a cultist idiot following me or the threat of a robot apocalypse.
How wrong was I to assume?
I tripped over something. When I looked down, I saw it was a tape recorder. At least, that’s what Sam told me it was. They said to rewind it and then press the play button, but don’t press the record button. I’m going to write out word-for-word what it said, because I have it here with me right now…
I just don’t know what it’s supposed to mean. My hands feel shaky with the anticipation of listening to it again. I kinda feel I want to throw up, but I know I can’t. I don’t have a stomach.
“Ninety-four… something. Something. Something. I dunno. I’ve lost count. I’ve lost count since Patty passed. She was the only one I knew who could keep track of time, and she’s gone. Gone. GONE. GONE!
“I wanted so desperately for this all to be a dream, or some sort of lucid nightmare… but it isn’t. It can’t be. People have told me they’ve seen it. They’ve seen this pure aspect of death incarnate. But why are they all so calm? It’s coming closer. It’s GETTING closer. I can already hear the screams – oh, so many screams. Thousands of people around me, fearfully running, flitting about what’s left of their meaningless lives as this thing approaches. It’s coming. It’s coming for us all.”
I dunno what this next part is saying, journal, because it’s so muddled with weird noises. There’s like a deep rumble that just drowns out most of the words, so bear with me.
“I *rumble* it! I *rumble*-ing KNEW IT! IT’S THERE! RIGHT T-*rumble* Everyone sees it now! IT’S HERE! IT’S HERE! The *static* thing followed me from Ertimie. WHY?!”
“If anyone is listening… anyone out there… after this apocalypse, after the ball of fire burns all our corpses to ash, listen well. It can end. It can be stopped. What matters is the warning. Then, maybe, someone will do something. Someone WILL SAVE U- *I think this is an explosion*. G*screaming loudly and blowing out the volume levels* IT! AH! STOP! IT *screaming* IT *screaming* ! IT’S COMING! IT SEES ME! IT’S COMING TO WHERE I AM! OH G*static* …….
I couldn’t help but stare at Sam and Reese in horrified confusion. I asked them if this was a joke, but they looked as terrified as I was.
I called Sarge immediately. I told him about the recording. He said he could look into it, probably forward it to Xenon, too. Though Sarge is a paranormal investigator, he is logical. He said if I immediately assume the worst, then it will only make me think illogically. He said to take it with a grain of salt. Assume it was a part of someone’s story-based scavenger hunt. The model of the tape recorder seemed old. It was from the nineties, he said. If whatever was happening had happened, why was there no news about it?
I’m glad Sarge is level-headed about it all. I’d be going insane if it wasn’t for him. I just feel bad for Sam and Reese. I’ve dealt with an apocalypse or two, but that’s because I can handle it. I’m not human… and now, I’m a robot. Those two probably just experienced something traumatic. Sarge told me to let him talk to them. He did. I don’t know what he said, but it seemed to calm the two down a bit.
I just hope everything will be okay. I want to know what this tape recorder was doing here, but I want to enjoy what I can of my tour. I’m not a detective. This is Sarge’s category of expertise.
Maybe it isn’t even something to worry about, I suppose. But, no matter how I look at it, the fear will always be ebbing at the back of my mind…. What is “it”?
This cover art is for the song, Heat Abnormal. It's very open-ended what the song is supposed to mean, but my interpretation may've gone very dark. All the same, I really loved making this one. Take a look at it on Youtube to see it animated!
Heat Abnormal - Chomby 83114
Chomby/Art/Story (C)
Juntarhenogu Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Exotic (Other)
Size 2400 x 1350px
File Size 1.06 MB
Listed in Folders
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