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In the recent chapters, there was something I found a little strange between Sunny and Cassie, when they were talking in Bastion. This:

(Sunny to Cassie)
«Haven't you heard, Saint Cassia? Knowledge is the origin of power. At least that was what the Demon of Fate thought, and I'm inclined to agree. Ah… but it is also the heaviest thing in the world. So not everyone is strong enough to hold it.»
She (Cassie) turned her head sharply, but Sunny simply continued in a carefree tone:
Chapter 1646

Specifically, the part about Cassie's reaction. At the time, I thought it was because Sunny's words resonated with her experience as a seer, that knowledge is heavy and all that, but still... it felt a bit weird. Cassie is a character, in my opinion, who isn't very expressive with her emotions and tends to hide them. Sure, she can be surprised or embarrassed at times, but there's always a good reason. Here, it didn't seem to me that Sunny's words were important enough to provoke such a strong reaction.
I didn't go any further at the time, I thought it was a bit odd, but I didn't think too much about it. It wasn't until recently that I thought about it again, and wondered if there might be a reference that I hadn't understood, if those words ‘knowledge is the heaviest thing in the world’ hadn't been said before. I did a bit of research... and this is what I found.
I don't know if there's anything significant behind it, or if it's just a coincidence. I thought it would be interesting to talk about it, at the very least.
Here we go :
The most obvious connection would be a very old conversation between Cassie to Sunny. And when I say old, I mean very old.

(Cassie to Sunny)
"You probably don't know. How could you know? But knowledge… knowledge can be really heavy. It can be as heavy as the heaviest thing in the world*."*
Chapter 56

A few points to note. First of all, these words are important enough to give a chapter a name. Chapter 56 is indeed called ‘The Heaviest Thing in the World’.
Secondly, it corresponds to a major turning point in the story, the moment when Cassie reveals her vision to Sunny and Nephys, during the Forgotten Shore arc. And I mean THE vision, the one that will later cause her to betray Sunny.
After that, Cassie didn't talk about it again, not with the same words anyway. But Sunny started using them too, showing just how much of an impact Cassie's words had on him...

While she (Cassie) was walking over, Sunny couldn't help but think back to a conversation he had with her in the distant past. Back then, Cassie had told him that knowledge could be the heaviest thing in the world.
Chapter 212

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This was the truth he had chosen to hide from, even if it meant losing his mind. The final and most unbearable reason for why he had spent months alone in the Dark City, hunting monsters and slowly turning into one of them. How does one come to terms with the knowledge that, one day, they will have to kill the person they care for the most? …Knowledge, indeed, was the heaviest thing in the world.
Chapter 344

(there is also another time these words would appear, when Sunny talk about the mad prince, but this post is long enough already, and I don’t think this is very important here)
So… Is it just a coincidence? Am I reading too much into it? Perhaps. I'd like to think Sunny did it on purpose, that he chose the exact same words Cassie said to him all those years ago. I like to think that Cassie's reaction is because she recognizes them. Of course, she doesn't remember the conversation she had with Sunny at the time, but she could notice how close those words are to her own feelings. But maybe I'm wrong and there's nothing behind it.
Anyway, I just wanted to share this with you. I hope you find it as interesting as I do.

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Throwaway account for obvious reasons.
I've always liked this girl since 2019 from our high school class, we both shared the same interest and hobby so we naturally clicked as good friends. I jokingly confessed to her one night as I was bored and had nothing to do, and she was very flustered then but rejected it.
Everything was proceeding normal, then fast forward 5 years later I enrolled onto college and was living in my school dorm and met her there too. Our bro energy kicked off again and we hung out more frequently than ever before. I still have feelings for her, but at that moment I saw her as more of a bro of mine. When I told her that her roommate looked cute and asked if I could talk with her more often, she happily told me she'd be our wingman and help us with matchmaking.
A few days afterward, we came back from dinner and was chilling and chatting in this open dining area of a closed building. Halfway throughout our conversation, she asked if she could sit on my lap.
I was all confused during that time, but I agreed. She sat on top of me and we both stared at each other, and asked if I've ever tongue kissed someone. I obviously answered no, and she showed me how. She felt something sticking her and asked if we should go to the bathroom.
We took each other's virginity soon afterwards, and she confessed she did this because she always liked me after I jokingly confessed that night, and took matters onto her hand that night because I was beginning to set sight on another girl, her roommate. On July 19th, we became a couple.
We became the happiest and most lovey dovey couple in our school's dorm for a while, even the security guards and kitchen cooks recognize us. A lot of things happened during our 2 years, but long story short she developed a panic attack after an altercation with our former friends. I called and rushed her to a clinic soon afterwards. She got angry at me because I called her family about this, and she didn't want her family to know this.
I did not know this until we started dating but, she currently lives with her brother, her aunt (stepmother), uncle and aunt's daughter (her sister). Her biological father was an immigrant working alone in Australia and separated with her biological mother at a young age. She's had suicidal tendencies and never vented any problems to her family, as they've scolded her once when she did. Her siblings tend to bully her too.
During the course of our relationship, I tried to guide her to a sense of normalcy in things as it's not something she had experienced due to the way it is in her family. I put on his funny guy persona to try and make her laugh and cheer up more. All was well until December of next year, we were in a call after I wasn't around to play this mobile game with her due to my pilling assignments, and she told me I was irresponsible and cried profusely about how I did not keep our promises and hung up. I checked up on her and she said it's something she'll work on herself alone. She ghosted me for a week and wanted to break up afterwards.
During that time, from my POV she wants to break up over a video game and I obviously got very upset with her. We argued for a while and she blocked me from all socials like Whatsapp, Instagram, Steam and Twitter. I was extreme confused and felt so unfair during that time. But she reached out 6 months later asking for a small talk as closure. I asked her what is wrong this whole time and she told me the following, that:
She apologizes for being a terrible person and kept me in the dark and told nothing for the past 6 months. I asked what happened and she told me it was due to her studying and working the entire time and not having time for herself, causing stress to build up and explode. She also said she is bad at communicating and admit it was her fault. She mentioned how she wants me to be a certain way so that I could be the perfect boyfriend in her eyes. I told her I am willing to change if that is how she wants it, but she told me changes in a relationship is bad. I asked her why not change the ways that she is communicating her feelings, but she simply said she is stubborn and again, changes are bad. When I asked her what she was doing for the past half year, she replied with nothing, as in doing anything but resolve the current issue.
Despite this, we both ended up on neutral terms and remained as friends. But I messaged her a few days afterward on mundane things like healthcare items and she's ghosted me for another month. When I finally asked why she's been ghosting me, her friend called me through her Whatsapp and threatened me with a "stalker case" police report, and to never speak with her or her families again.
A friend of ours tried to reach out and ask to see if she's okay but she instead wrote on her Instagram story on "don't pretend like you care", alluding to our friend although she did not put their name in the story.
I am still shaken, I felt like I was treated so unfairly and poorly. No explanation as to anything for half a year, and being threatened with police action.
I've hit rock bottom at this point, and I really don't know what to do.
tl;dr: my girlfriend broke up with me due to her own issues, blocked me for 6 months without an explanation, came back with questionable answers but remained neutral, then blocked me and her friend threatened me with police action if i ever show up again.

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When I was 4 years old, my parents (21 at the time) broke up and my father left without even a goodbye to me. My mother was in a very dark place for a year, she worked in a shitty retail shop, making us living paycheck to paycheck. I was about 6 years old when my mom met Mic (fake name/around 23 at the time). Mic was a nice guy, at least he never judged the appearance of our "home". He'd come by almost every evening with spaghetti meatballs for the three of us. It's one of the nicest memories of my life. Even though Mic was an ordinary office worker, my mother loved him with all her heart. They got married just after 8 months of dating, there was no wedding ceremony but I just know they loved eachother enough so nothing really mattered. After our financial situation got better since Mic's parents offered to help, they had a child. Stacy. Stace is a precious girl, she's the only thing I truly love from the bottom of my heart... I turned 20 last year december and my mother was fighting her stage 2 terminal cancer. She was doing well in chemotherapy until something quite personal happened that negatively impacted her high spirit making her conditions worsen and worsen. 23 days ago. She became a beautiful angel, leaving us behind. My step-dad was devastated but then he turned to me. I'm a blonde girl with light brown eyes just like my mother. I think he saw her in me so he politely asked if I would like to have a dinner with him to talk about what we've been feeling lately... One thing led to another. I was woken up by the scream from my 12 years old sister. Mic was in the living room covering his face with his hands. Everyone found out. Now all my relatives are calling and driving to our home, going down on both of us. I don't know what to do anymore. Please help me out of this situation.

Hi everyone,
I hope this post is accepted. I've been talking to a close person for months on an app (not WhatsApp or Facebook). We decided to move our conversation to WhatsApp and delete the previous app afterward. However, when I tried to register her phone number on WhatsApp, it seemed to work, but I couldn't find her in my contact list. When I went back to the original app, she had already deleted her account and our conversation.
Please, if anyone can help me find her, or if you know her, contact her for me. She probably thinks I have her phone number and don't want to talk to her, which is not true. Her name is Maria, she's a 3rd-year medical student in Montevideo, and she has two older brothers (one or both are doctors).
Any help would mean a lot to me, and I would really appreciate it.
Thank you.

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The frigid wind whipped across Marko's face as he trudged through the knee-deep snow. His numb fingers clutching the straps of his backpack. The storm had hit three days ago, and he was no closer to finding shelter than when he'd started. His food supplies were dwindling. The cold was seeping into his bones like a relentless, icy specter.
"Should've listened to the weatherman," Marko muttered, his chapped lips going numb. He squinted against the blinding white landscape, searching for any sign of life. Any glimmer of hope.
As he pushed forward, his mind wandered to the events that had led him here. The hiking trip had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. It was a chance to escape the suffocating reality of his failing marriage and dead-end job. He'd packed light, assuming he'd be back in a few days. Now, as the storm raged on, he realized the gravity of his mistake.
A dark shape appeared on the horizon, breaking the monotony of the endless white. Marko's heart leaped, and he quickened his pace. He ignored the burning in his lungs and the numbness in his limbs. As he drew closer, the shape resolved into a small, dilapidated cabin. The roof sagging under the weight of the snow.
Marko stumbled to the door, his hands shaking as he fumbled with the latch. To his surprise, it opened, revealing a dusty interior cast in shadow. He stepped inside, grateful for the reprieve from the biting wind.
The cabin was sparse, with a single room containing a rickety table, a chair, and a small fireplace. Marko dropped his backpack and moved to the fireplace. His eyes widened when he saw the pile of dry firewood stacked beside it.
"Hello?" he called out, his voice hoarse from disuse. "Is anyone here?"
Silence answered him, broken only by the howling of the wind outside. Marko shrugged and set to work building a fire, his fingers clumsy and uncooperative. After several attempts, a small flame flickered to life, casting a warm glow across the room.
As the fire grew, Marko's gaze fell on the table, where a piece of paper lay, weighted down by a small, rusted key. He picked up the note, his brow furrowing as he read the words scrawled in a shaky hand: "You'll need this. Trust me."
Marko turned the key over in his palm, a sense of unease growing in the pit of his stomach. He glanced around the cabin, aware of how isolated he was. Miles from civilization in a raging blizzard.
A soft scratching sound drew his attention to the far wall, where a small door was set into the wood. Marko approached it, the key heavy in his hand. He fitted it into the lock, and with a soft click, the door swung open, revealing a narrow passageway.
Marko hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. The passage was dark, the air heavy with the scent of earth and decay. Every instinct screamed at him to turn back, to barricade the door and wait out the storm. But something else, a whisper in the back of his mind, urged him forward.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the passage, the darkness enveloping him like a shroud. The tunnel seemed to go on forever, twisting and turning like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree. Marko's breathing echoed in the confined space. It mingled with the soft drip of water and the scurrying of unseen creatures.
As he was about to turn back, the passage opened into a small chamber, lit by a flickering torch set into the wall. In the center of the room stood a stone pedestal, upon which rested a small, ornate box.
Marko approached the pedestal, his hand trembling as he reached for the box. As his fingers brushed the cool metal, a voice spoke from the shadows, making him whirl around in surprise.
"I wondered when you'd arrive," the voice said, low and rasping. A figure stepped into the light, an old man with a long, white beard and piercing blue eyes. "I've been waiting for you, Marko."
Marko stared at the man, his mind reeling. "How do you know my name?" he asked.
The old man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know many things," he said, moving to stand beside Marko. "I know why you're here, and I know what you seek."
He gestured to the box, his gnarled fingers brushing the intricate carvings. "This box contains the key to your survival," he said, his voice taking on a grave tone. "The path ahead is treacherous, filled with trials that will test your mind, body, and spirit."
Marko swallowed hard, his mouth dry. "What kind of trials?" he asked, his voice trembling.
The old man shook his head, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I cannot say," he replied, his voice soft. "But know this, Marko. The choices you make from this moment on will determine not only your fate but the fate of all those you hold dear."
With that, the old man stepped back, fading into the shadows as if he had never been there at all. Marko stood alone in the chamber, the box heavy in his hands. The weight of the old man's words settling on his shoulders like a burden.
He took a deep breath and opened the box, his heart pounding in his chest. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, lay a small, golden compass, its needle spinning. Marko lifted it from the box, feeling a strange warmth emanating from the metal.
As he watched, the needle slowed, coming to rest on a single point. North. The direction of home, of safety, of all the things he had left behind.
Marko closed his eyes, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. He knew the path ahead would be difficult, that the trials the old man spoke of would push him to his limits. But he also knew that he had no choice but to face them head-on. Fight for his survival and for the chance to make things right.
With a determined nod, Marko slipped the compass into his pocket. He turned back to the passage, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The storm outside raged on. Inside, a flicker of hope burned bright, guiding him forward into the unknown.

(At Hazbin Hotel, the cat is sleeping at the sofa, until it hears a hammer sound and sees Charles at a stair in the front of a banner above the entrance door saying "Happy First Week, Miss Pentious")
Charles: That looks perfect! (Screams excitedly) I am so excited that Miss Pentious is staying at the hotel!
Vagner: Um, Pentious was just trying to take over the city with her weird steampunk bullshit a few days ago.
Charles: Well, I haven't seen her try to pull any of that here.
(The cat runs from Miss Pentious pushing a giant ray gun)
Vagner: What the hell is that?!
Miss Pentious: Oh, hello, purple male. It's my new invention: the Skin Flayer 11,000! I'm really looking forward to shooting the other residents.
Charles: What? Why?
Miss Pentious: Everyone is being too nice. Obviously it must be a lie. I can sense they're planning to kill me. But when? How? I must be prepared! Ooh, the new parts of my machines are here!
(Two boys enter the hotel with a bunch of box in a cart)
Oddie: Sign here, please. (Gives a clipboard and pen to Miss Pentious, she signs it and give it back) Thank you for your business. Enjoy your Carmine purchase.
Vagner: Carmine? As in Carmillo Carmine? You are buying parts from an overlord?
Miss Pentious: Uh, of course. He's the top weapons dealer in Hell.
Vagner: Okay, well, that stops right now. (Gets the kart with the boxes from Miss Pentious)
Miss Pentious: Hey!
Vagner: You absolutely cannot build weapons in this hotel! No one is trying to kill you. People are being nice beacause they they want you to feel welcome.
(Miss Pentious looks at the bar Hisky and Angela give her the middle finger and Niffter smiles and laughs creepily to her)
Miss Pentious: I have my doubts.
Vagner: Well it's true. You have to trust us.
Miss Pentious: But I don't.
Charles: Well, why don't we focus on that for today's activities?
Vagner: Not before we lay some ground rules: no more building weapons, no more plotting against the other guests and you need to get rid of these things.
(One of the Egg Girls shoots a laser at the roof and breaks it)
Vagner: Ah! What did I just say? What did I just say?
Miss Pentious: What? Not my little Egg Girls! They do my evil bidding for my.
Vagner: Do you want to stay here and redeem yourself?
Miss Pentious: Yes?
Vagner: Then, no more eggs!
Miss Pentious: Alright, eggies. You've got to go. I (Sniffs) can't keep you anymore.
Egg Girl #1: Okay, boss!
Miss Pentious: No, don't resist, this is how it has to be.
(The egg girls follow Vagner and Miss Pentious cries sterically with Charles patting her)
(Alice is seen eating a dead deer with fork and knife in a table in the middle of a swamp)
Vagner: Alice!
(The screen moves showing the swamp in a room and Vagner at the door)
Alice: Do you mind? I'm in the middle of breakfast.
Vagner: Pentious' eggs are all over the place and I need you to get rid of them.
Alice: Oh! Well, in that case, I'd be delighted to!
Vagner: Humanely!
Alice: Um. Well, that's a lot less fun. But I suppose I can take care of that on my outing today. (Leaves her room)
Vagner: Great! (See the dead deer) Oh, this is disgusting.
(At the looby)
Charles: Hi, guys! Thanks for coming! It's been brought to our attention that there maybe a littleeeeeeeee tension at the hotel!
(Miss Pentious grabs Niffter and prepares to shoot him, but Vagner gets her gun)
Vagner: Tension that can be counterproductive to what we're trying to do here.
Charles: We think that this group could really benefit from...(Jumps in front of a lighthing background) Trust exercises!
Vagner: Trust exercises! Oh, shit! (Falls butt down on the ground and Charles gets him up)
Charles: Vagner, we rehearse this. (Sighs) We're doing trust exercises!
Hisky: So, um, what's with the whole, uh...This?
(A stage is seen behind Vagner and Charles)
Hisky: I'm not about to put on some show for these fuckings chumps!
Angela: Oh, I will! (Puts her legs in Hisky's) But it's cash up first. And I know that one afford me.
Miss Pentious: Gross! I'd think of it, spider!
Vagner: Right, let's get started. Charles?
Charles: Actually, I thought maybe you could take the lead on this one. I trust everyone, so maybe you'd know better about how to build it properly.
Vagner: What? Uh, I don't know I'm qualified to...
Charles: Oh, come on! It'll be easy, I'm sure you can handle this.
Vagner: Yeah, um, sure. I can handle this, no problem. (Inhales) Alright, so we are starting with trust falls! Each of you are going to share something vulnerable about yourself and then fall backwards while the rest lf the group catches you, got it? Who wants to go first?
Charles: Ooh! Ooh! Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me!
Vagner: Alright, get on up there!
(Charles gets in the stage)
Charles: I...I love you guys. Like, really love you! (Turns around, falls backwards and Vagner catches him)
Vagner: Got you!
Charles: That...Felt...Good! Angela, why don't go next?
Angela: Fine! (Goes to the stage)
Vagner: This time everyone needs to catch her, okay? Unless you want me to hurt you!
Angela: Well, something about myself, huh? Well, how about this? I love to lick...
Hisky: I swear to fuck if you say pussies!
Angela: Lollipops, ya sicko! Get your head head of the gutter! (Falls backwards and Hisky catches her) But ya know? Pussies, too. (Hisky drops her) Ahh! Alright, new girl, you're up.
(A spotlight shines on Miss Pentious)
Miss Pentious: I don't want to leave without my minions! Nobody catch me. (Falls backwards and Vagner, Charlie and Hisky catch her) Damn it!
Vagner: That's great. Wow, you're slimy. Good job. Uh, Niffter? (Niffter runs runs past him and gets in the stage)
Niffter: Sometimes, I kill father bugs in front of their children as a warning to others! (Falls from the stage, everyone backs away and he falls face down in the ground) Yay! Pain! (Gets up, goes to the stage, falls and repeats it) Hehe, pain!
(Charles and Vagner walk away)
Charles: I don't think this really working the way we hoped. Maybe, we should...
Vagner: Honey, you have to trust me here. I got this, okay? I'll figure something out.
Angela: If you're in the market for some ideas, I got just the thing for some trust building.
Vagner: (Sighs) What do you have in mind?
(In the town, Alice is seen walking with the Egg Girls)
Egg Girl #1: Oh, boy! What's the plan, boss?
Egg Girl #2: I like your suit.
Egg Girl #3: What are the antlers for?
Egg Girl #4: Can I touch your staff thing?
Egg Girl #5: Are those your ears or is it your hair? I can't tell.
(A tall woman appears in front of Alice)
Zestia: Hark, Alice. How fare thee this day?
Egg Girl #1: Who's that boss? Want me to ruff her up for ya?
Alice: Follow in silence if you value your shells! Greetins, Zestia!
Sinner #1: Ahh! Holy shit! (Falls backwards)
Zestia: Ah, the weather did become fine this day!
Sinner #2: Oh! Uh-oh! (Hides in the garbage)
Alice: Indeed! Looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon!
(A demon screams, covers her in gas and combustes her in flames)n
Zestia: If our luck doth hold. I do reveal in the screams. How art thou? (Walks with Alice) It's been an ages since thou hath graced us with thy presence. Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to...Holy arms.
Alice: (Laughs) Oh, I just took a well earned sabatical, nothing serious. Though is fun to keep everyone on their toes. Ha ha!
Zestia: (Chuckles) There too hath been rumor of thy involvement with the prince and his flight of fancy. Tell me, how does thou fall in such folly?
Alice: That is for me to know. But please, do guess, I'd love to hear the theories!
Zestia: (Chuckles) T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alice. Thou hath been naught but an enigma since thy manifested in this realm.
Alice: Coming from someone as ancient as you I take that as quite the complement!
(They walk into an alley, pass through a security cam and Alice statics it, the girls get in an elevator and Alice prevents the egg girls from entering with her staff)
Alice: No, no. I have a very important task for you: stay here and guard the front until I return.
(The Egg Girls salute Alice, the elevator closes and goes up)
Egg Girl #1: Oh, look, Frankie is up there!
Egg Girl #2: We have names?
(In the top the building, the elevator doors open and Zestial, Alice and Frankie get out of it, Frankie sees a blck eyes man and a blue skull woman saluting and a dinosaur guy come ou of an elevator and all of them enter a room with a table and chairs and Frankie hides behind Alice, the black eyes man see her, she waves at him and he smiles showing his teeth and she hides scared, and a man appears at the end of the table with the delivery boys from later)
Carmillo: Welcome, Hell's sovereign overlords. I invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with a new extermination schedul. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact. (See Zestia sitting at his side) Zestia, so good to see you my friend.
Zestia: Encanted as always, Carmillo.
Carmillo: Alice?
Alice: Yes, I know, I've been absent some time. I'm sure you've all been wondering.
Carmillo: Not really. But welcome back in ay case. (Snaps fingers and Oddie gives him a clipboard) This year's extermination was brutal. Far more even than years past. We have assessed that about 16% of the population was lost. With the Angelic Legions returning twice as quickly, I think is prudent that we...
(Veener quicks the door and everyone looks at him)
Veener: (At the phone) Yes, I've got it handled, Vix. Are you doubting me? Really? Me? That's what I thought. Ha ha ha! Yes, I know, they're all a joke. (Laughs) Thank you, Vee. (Kisses) Kisses, darling!
Carmillo: Nice of you to join us, Veener. Will your colleagues be joining?
Veener: No. They have better shit to do than to listen to an old windbag that thinks he's tough shit. I'm here to represent.
Carmillo: Charming. (Veener puts a poop filter on him) So, as I was saying, we need to discuss...
(Veener raises and shakes his hand)
Carmillo: Yes?
Veener: On the subject of discussion. (Throws an angel head in the table)
(Everyone gasps)
Alice: Ooh! Tasty!
Carmillo: Where did you get this?
Veener: We found it during the extermination day. If these holy rollers can be killed, the game has changed. We can take the fight to them. The girls and I have come up with a full assault plan...
(Everyone hears sipping noises, and look at Zestia drinking tea loudly and she puts the cup in the table)
Zestia: If it be true thee and thy colleagues desire to war, with such meagre proof. Thou art far more foolish than I be thought.
Veener: (Scoffs) "Meagre proof"? It's a dead fucking exorcist! I'd say that's pretty fucking definitive! You're going blind, old woman?
Zestia: We know not how this perished. Mayhaps it was not by a demon's hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing might, they purge all of Hell for ding an uprising.
(Everyone mutters in agreement and Veener looks to Carmillo worried)
Veener: Oh! I get it. So grandma is too pussy to fight, so I guess there's no point, right?
(Zestia gets angry)
Veener: Oh, what's the matter, fossil? To senile to make a real power grab for...
Carmillo: (Singing) You better show some respect! Check your behavior! No one speaks too Zestia that way! Did you expect us to sir baxk and rake your insolent brazen display?
Veener: Haha! (Singing) You've got it twisted! I'm not the one who needs a attitude! Maybe you missed it, but I'm that #Bitch and I will do nothing else then what I please! Woo! I'm the backbone of the Vees! Mad that I acted respectless? Well, it's 'cause no one could respect this. Sorry group attendin', since when are overlords too scared to fight? You're long past trendin'. Sorry, bae, but I ain't swipin' right. You lost your relevance.
Zestia: We can't act without more intelligence!
Veener: Ugh, no wonder I'm so respectless. I could eat you lot for breakfast. You and the Vees are inane and uninformed, Smug wannabes, who don't heed when you've been warned!
Veener: Oops! Did I strike a nerve? 'Cause when I brought out the angel's head, couldn't help but observe that your wrinkled face was turning red! And why are you avoidin' war? That's what the guns you sell are for. Thanks to my being respectless. One thing I'm starting to suspect is. You know why this angel's headless. Do you have a disclosure?
Carmillo: This meeting's over!
(Everyone stare at the boys)
Alice: That was a productive meeting!
Veener: (Normal) Hmmph, fine. Safe travel back to nursing home, fuckers! Kiss my ass! Hahaha! (Leaves the room)
Zeezo: What the hell? We literally just got here.
Oddie: Father?
(Carmillo walks away and Zestia follows him and everyone else leaves the room almost staping on Frankie, and Alice see Zestia and Carmilla enter another room)
Alice: Well, that's interesting. You little egg creature. I have a job for you.
Frankie: Oh, yes, boss.
Alice: Follow them.
(Frankie salutes and enters the other room, back to Vagner, Charles and Angela)
Vagner: Angela! What the actual fuck?!
(They're seem in a sex dungeon)
Angela: No activity requires more trust them BDSM, baby. No bond stronger than those formed through bondage. That's their motto. (Points to a poster)
Charles: Angela, love the enthusiasm. But umm, uh...Hmmmm...
Vagner: What makes you think anyone would be into this?
(Hisky purrs with a mister messaging her)
Hisky: Ya know, I...I don't hate this.
(Niffter appears holding a stick)
Niffter: I'm ready to punish some bad girls. (Giggles)
Hisky: Uhh...Nevermind, I-I'm out. (Gets up and walks away)
(Misters surround Charles)
Charles: (Laughs uncomfortably) Okay, hello there. Hi. Um. Hm...(Vagner drags him away)
Vagner: Ugh, can't fucking believe I let you drag us here, Angela. This is disgusting.
Charles: It's no big deal, Vagner. You know, maybe I can just help, uh...
Vagner: No. I told you could trust me. And I'm not gonna let you down. I just need to teach them the way I was taught.
(In a tower roof)
Charles: This is how you learn to trust people?!
(A lot of demons are seen fighting in a bettlefield)
Vagner: (In drill sergeant style) There is nothing stronger than a trust between comrades and arms. Buckle up, buttercups, because today you boys become men! You...(Grabs Miss Pentious)
Miss Pentious: Wait, wait! I can't fight without my minions...(Vagner throws her off the building)
Vagner:...Are gonna survive together! Miss Pentious: AAAAAAHHH!
(Vagner turns to Angela)
Vagner: And you...
Angela: Don't you even think about it...
Vagner: Are make this hotel work! (Vagner throws grabs and throws Angela off the building)
Angela: AAAAAAHHH!
Niffter: (Excitedly) My turn, my turn!
(Hisky get out of the roof, Vagner grabs Niffter, but Charles catches him)
Charles: Vagner, no!
Vagner: This is the only way they'll learn, Charles.
Charles: No, it's not. There are other ways. It just take time.
Vagner: Time we don't have. How many exterminations will have to gone by before these idiots get their shit together? How many times we have to watch your people be killed before we make headway?
Charles: Vagner...
Vagner: I took charge today and it all went sideways. I'm suppose to make your dreams a reality. I'm suppose to protect you. I'm suppose to never fail you. (Leans on the edge of the terrace)
Angela: I blame you for this you crazy bitch!
Charles: You didn't fail me, Vagner...You're not...
Vagner: If I can't help you, what's the point of me?
Charles: (Gasps) Vagner, don't say that! You do so much! It's...
Vagner: I'm sorry. I'd like to be alone for a minute.
(Charles turns away from Vagner and see Angela grabbing Miss Pentious in her back getting in the roof and Angela throws Pentious in the ground)
Angela: Made it.
Charles: Let's go home, guys.
Angela: Ugh! I just walked up all those stairs. (Grabs Miss Pentious and pulls her following Charles)
(In Carmillo's office, he pulls himself a drink)
Carmillo: Ay, que barbaridad. (Drinks from a bottle)
Zestia: Carmillo, what troubles thou? Loosing thy composure is unlike thee.
Carmillo: (Sighs) It's nothing, Zestia. Really.
Zestia: The felled angel...'Twas by thy hand, was it not?
Carmillo: Let's not talk abou it. (Walks away)
Clarence: Dad, maybe she should know.
Carmillo: Nobody should know. (Sits in his desk) I did what to do. I am not discussing this. (Zestia puts her hand in his shoulder)
Zestia: (Singing) What weighs on your soul, old friend? I implore you to share the load. If it was thou who slew the angel, why not let your strength be known?
Carmillo: (Singing) I always thought, that I would keep blood off my face. But when that thing attacked, I had to act, to cross that line and keep them safe. But if anyone knew, then all of Hell would rise to war and who's to say who'd survive the fray? I might lose the ones that I was killing for! So I! I'll be your keeper! (Hugs his sons) Do whatever it takes! I'll make the mistakes! I'll keep you safe and keep this secret!
(Meanwhile, Vagner climbs the outside of the hotel)
Vagner: (Singing) When I saw your face, you made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place and it felt so good to be understood. But there's so much I wished that I could say. So I...I'll be your armor, do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes, I'll spend my life being your partner.
Carmillo: And I don't know what we might face, But I know I can't replace you so I'll do anything to save you!
Vagner: And I will try to make your dreams come true!
Vagner and Carmillo: Whatever we go through. I know I....
Carmillo: I'll be your keeper
Vagner: I'll be your armor!
Carmillo and Vagner: Whatever it takes!
Carmillo: I'll make the mistakes!
Vagner: I'll make the mistakes!
Carmillo and Vagner: Whatever it takes!
(Meanwhile, some of the Egg Girls are dumpster diving)
Egg Girl #3: Ooohh. This smells like fun. Ooh, I love garbage.
(Frankie get out of the elevator and Alice stops her)
Alice: So, what did you hear?
Frankie: First, the old woman w-was all "you're not yourself, you're the one who killed the angel" a-a-and the he was all (Singing) Whatever it takes!
Alice: And then what was that last thing?
Frankie: He killed the angel?
Alice: Interesting. Let's keep this between us, shall we?
Frankie: You got it, boss!
(At the hotel, Vagner finds Charles at the hotel)
Vagner: Hey.
Charles: Hey.
Vagner: I'm sorry I got so crazy today.
Charles: No, no, I'm sorry. I'm put pressure on you. We work as a team. I guess I just thought all this would be easier, but we'll figure it out...Together. I mean, look what your exercise did for them.
(In the sitting room below everyone is laughing)
Angela: And then when that buff girl started beating the shit outta you.
Miss Pentious: Ha ha! Yeah, with the desmembered arm. Yes, that, was, particularly unpleasent.
Niffter: He he. I liked that part.
Hisky: Well hey, at least you can take a beating like a champ. You did okay, new kid.
Miss Pentious: Really? Oh, well, I suppose I did get into a little of the old rough and tumblr today. (Laughs) And, uh...Thank you for pullinh me out of there. (Angela staps her back)
(Everyone laugh and giggle, the girls stop, but Niffter keeps laughing manically)
Vagner: Well, how about that?
(Alice returns)
Vagner: Alice. Failed to get rid of the eggs, I see.
Alice: Yes, well, the little monsters prove to be rather useful.
Vagner: Why don't you give them back to Pentious?
Miss Pentious: Really?
Vagner: Yeah. After today, I guess I can trust you with them. But seriously, no more weapons.
Miss Pentious: Ahhhh! (Hugs the Egg Girls) My eggs! Yeah. Oh, it's so good to have you back. Now go clean my quarters this instant!
Charles: Maybe things will move faster than you think.
(In Pentious' room)
Miss Pentious: Ah! How was your day with Alastor, my minions?
Frankie: It was awesome, boss. I went to this meeting and there was a knife guy, an old lady and a dinosaur.
Miss Pentious: Umm. That's nice.
Frnkie: And the knife guy killed an angel. And I was not suppose to be talking about it.
Miss Pentious: Oh, I'm so sure and maybe you'll meet martians tomorrow. Bit now it's time to sleep. Good night, Eggies. (The egg women sleep over her and they all go to sleep)
(The end credits start playing)

I (f39) and my husband (m40) have been together for 20 years and we generally have a pretty good relationship. We live in a one-bedroom apartment in a small complex (the Bayou) just outside of town in Baton Rouge. I work as an AP clerk at a small insurance company and my husband is the deli manager at a grocery store (not Albertsons but about that size).
Anyway, we were having dinner one night at our small metal dining room table. The AC wasn’t keeping up again and we were both kind of hot and tired from the day. We were eating some almost-expired Cajun salad he had gotten at a discount (one of the perks of his job!) and he gets a real sour look on his face. “Got a bad piece of gator?“ I asked, I knew it wasn’t that but I was just trolling him a little. I’ve known him long enough to know he only gets that look on his face after talking to some customer about politics while they’re buying a couple of pounds crawfish etoufee or he reads something on Reddit (it was the second thing).
No, he says, and starts rambling on about women cheating and DNA tests and making sure the children are his. I put my fork down and looked at him because this was kind of incoherent, even for him. “Cleteus,” (not his real name), “what are you on about? We don’t have kids, what, would we DNA test the dogs? I hate to tell you but I’m not their mom, and I hope you’re not their dad.” Our dogs Crawdad and Gator (their real names) just looked up for a second and then put their heads down because they were hot, too.
“Brandee” (not my real name), he says and his face is getting a little red, “you know what I mean! You know how women are!“ And this is where he takes it to 11 to press his point, “I mean if I ever came home and found you in bed with another man, I’d shoot you both, grab my bug out bag and disappear to a country with no extradition before the blood was dry. You know I have a bug out bag!”
I should have just let the hurricane pass, but it was hot, and the whole thing was just so stupid and I had had enough. “I don’t know how women are! Is that something you read on Reddit, or did you make that up yourself?“ He sputtered a little bit and I pressed the point, “how would you get to one of these magical no extradition countries? Just go to the airport and buy a plane ticket? You don’t even have a passport, let alone a visa, how would that work? And you keep talking about your bug out bag, I want to see what’s in it.”
[As a note, if you live along the coast, a bug out bag isn’t a bad idea. Tropical storms and hurricanes can be really bad and last year was the drought and we had wild fires! So having some essentials in a bag if you have to leave quickly is a good idea.]
Clete went and pulled his bug out bag from under our bed. It was a camouflage “tactical” backpack he had picked up at Walmart. He set it in the center of the table. I had never really thought about what was in it, but I was curious now so I opened the bag up. Cletus started to protest but just watched as I pulled out the clothes from the top. There were couple of worn t-shirts and a pair of jeans that definitely didn’t fit him anymore. Underneath the clothes was an old promotional first aid kit from my work that was from 2008 and an envelope with a dollar and a couple of quarters in it. He said there had been more money in it, but he’d borrowed it out when he needed money for beer.
There was some more stuff like random dried food packs (beets! And all very expired), a couple bottles of yellowish looking water, an old rusty pocket knife, some rope? It was all pretty anti-climactic. But there was one box still at the bottom of the bag. When I pulled it out he tried to grab it out of my hands, but I kept it away from him and opened the plastic lid. It was Yu-Gi-Oh cards, and not even the good ones! Just doubles of the mids from his collection. “You have Yu-Gi-Oh cards in your bug out bag?“
I couldn’t hold it in anymore and started laughing so hard I had to sit down.
Then Clete did grab the box out of my hand and put everything back in the bag. And then he put the bag back under the bed and played Minecraft or Roblox or whatever for the rest of the night. He’s been kind of cool to me this week.
So, AITAH for laughing at his bug out bag?
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Backstory: I (43f) and my sister (38f) have been close our whole lives. Enter her husband, we will call him Psycho, (39m). They met at work, and I am responsible for their relationship, I suggested they would be cute together, and she ran with it. They went from dating to married in a matter of 2 WEEKS!! He immediately moved in with her, and my mom, uncle, grandma and my niece (8f, her daughter from a previous relationship). Almost immediately he started to change and show his narcissistic, controlling, conniving, dishonest ways. He repeatedly stole things, one of the first being a starter for my moms car. She bought one new, he returned it, kept the money and went to a junkyard to get a used one that didn’t even end up working!! This was the point I said enough, I was done with him, AND her until she left him. I wanted him out of my families home, the sooner the better. My mom ended up having him evicted after he stole money from all 3 of their accounts, he was also arrested for CDV against my sister for choking her and hitting her and for illegal possession of a FIREARM. My sister said she was DONE and getting a divorce. He was in jail for awhile because he had warrants for child support. Turns out, the whole time he was in jail she was using my families bank accounts to talk to him on the jail phone. Eventually he was released and literally the day he was, she was back with him. My mom refused to let him come back into her home so he lived in his truck at campsites etc. She would often disappear only to text me here and there about him hurting and abusing her. This went on for awhile. Psycho AGAIN stole money out of my families bank accounts, that my mother had recently had to completely change. Another warrant was issued and he ended up going back to jail for the 2nd CDV charge against my sister. He was in jail for a few months, again we found out that my sister had been talking to him on the jail phone on my families dime the whole time. He ended up bonding out of jail, my sister dropped the charges and she somehow convinced my mom to let him MOVE BACK IN!! This was right before the holidays last year (2023). I explained to my mom that I would not be bringing my family, (husband, 2 daughters and 2 sons), to her home while that Psycho was living there. This caused a lot of friction between me and my mom. Thanksgiving passed, then came December when my 92 yr old grandma passed away. My mom was upset that I wouldn’t budge on allowing my kids to come over there so she wasn’t speaking to me. I found out my grandmother was in the hospital on Facebook. Thankfully I was able to go and say goodbye to her, she passed away peacefully the next morning. Christmas came and went, still no word from my mom or sister. I did have my niece over occasionally who would tell us how much she hated her stepdad and how awful things were at home. She would cry and try to run away when she had to go back. Through a mutual friend of mine and my mothers, I found out that things were steadily getting worse. Psycho was starting to get physical again with my sister, constantly arguing and fighting with her. March 26th comes, and I get a phone call from my sisters friend. My mom had passed away. She had a heart attack, and died instantly. My heart was literally broken. I hadn’t spoken to my mom since before Thanksgiving, all because of that MF’r. It took awhile to get back to feeling somewhat “normal” after that, I am still struggling with depression. I did speak to my sister, but it’s not the same anymore. I don’t think it ever will be. Right after my mom passed away my sister and Psycho had a huge fight. He got in my Uncles face, almost put his hands on him, but didn’t. He ended up leaving for a couple days. He came back and almost immediately started fighting with my sister. It wasn’t long before it went way too far. He ended up hitting my sister straight across her face with a 2x4. Knocked one of her teeth loose, beat her all over and also hit my sister’s friend with the 2x4 for trying to stop him. He took off. Cops were called, but this time THEY brought the charges on him because of what they had witnessed, (blood all over the wall, my sisters face, her friends head, and the fact this ALL HAPPENED in front of my 8yr old niece!!!!!!) So basically she can’t dismiss these charges, the state is pressing them. He ran for about a week, and was finally found and arrested. He is currently still there. He has a 25k bond for 4 different charges and both of them have a NO-CONTACT order. Finally, to my dilemma. Currently, my Uncle, is the only person paying any bills at their home. He is on SSI and has a very limited income, barely enough to pay the mortgage + electric & water bills. My sister does not work and considers her EBT her rent payment, which BTW does not include my uncle. My mom and grandma had always handled the bills, so this is all new to my Uncle and I have been doing my best to help him. I took him to his bank the other week, and we found out that my sister had been using cash app to send herself and her friends money, and also found more jail call charges. The bank lady helped him shut his accounts down and restart them with new account numbers, and a new debit card. I told my Uncle under no circumstances was he to let my sister have his debit card or account numbers. He promised me he wouldn’t. Now, the first has rolled around, new set of bills are coming due and I am getting ready to help him with his bills. I have a bad feeling that when I take him to the bank we will find out that she has somehow found a way into his accounts. I know for a 100% fact that she has been talking on the phone to Psycho. Just so we are clear, I have 0 problem sending her to jail for stealing from my uncle. She is an adult and if she wants to continue to talk with that psychopath, she needs to pay for it, not my disabled uncle. I would really appreciate any advice. Am I the a-hole?

Hopefully this doesn’t go against community rules, but I just wanted to drop a quick plug for a store that I visited in Chicago called Perfume Aura. They have 3 locations in northern Illinois and 2 in SE WI. They are a mall discounter, they didn’t have much in the way of Lataffa, but had a good collection of Armaf and other popular clones. Tons that I could sample that I’ve been wanting to get my nose on for years. They also had a lot of designer colognes (they only carried ones that supply on discount…so no Blue de Chanel for me :( …).
I picked up a bottle of Ari by Ariana Grande for my tween daughter for about 15% over what I could find at on fragrancex but like 40% less than retail. I also picked up a bottle of black tie by Michal Malulululu (or as I understand it, he is referred to as “He Who Must Not Be Named” or “Lord Voldemort” on this subreddit) for my dad for $60.
Overall the 20ish year old working there was super helpful and professional. Hard to find people in retail that care about their jobs nowadays. My only complaint is that he referred to Acqua Di Gio as a classic scent and then I felt old since it came out when I was in college and when I think of classic scent I think of Royal Copenhagen…
Anyways, just hoping this could help direct people to a place where they could try before they buy as they are rare in my neck of the woods. I apologize if this goes against rules, feel free to delete if that is the case. I will admit that I did not take the time to read the community rules.

So yesterday was my cousins graduation along with a lot of friends of mine it was late on the day it started at 7 and it didn’t end until around 10ish.
While we were leaving I got left behind cause I saw an old friend of mine and we chatted up. So when I headed outside I was texting my mom when I heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw it was exes mom. I didn’t have a problem with her but me and her son had a pretty bad breakup.
The rest of her family also saw me.
I have this bad habit of charming the whole family. It’s a blessing and a curse. The only person that it didn’t work is was is racist grandmother who wasn’t happy to see me. I guess for context I’m black his family is white.
I stayed nearby them since they were under a lamp light and my stepdad was coming to get me so I’m not walking in the dark.
However he wasn’t quick enough cause my Ex arrived before him. His family celebrated him of course just kinda stood there awkwardly waiting for my dad. That’s when Ex said my name and smiled as he reached to hug me. I took a big step back and held my arm up in defense.
I don’t understand why he’s acting. Like that until his auntie was like. “Give your boyfriend a hug”
I assumed he didn’t tell his extended family we broken up which explained their super friendly attitude with me still.
I shook my hair and said we broken up a while ago and they seemed okay with it and asked if I wanted to take pictures. My ex seemed excited but respectfully rejected multiple times despite their insistence.
My ex looked upset I said no which made made me a little annoyed, However my stepdad arrived and I told him and he agreed it was weird to ask me to join I told my mom who said I rude and that it was his big day and I should have sucked it up. “It’s just a couple of pictures it won’t kill you. “ Some other relatives sided with my mom but it faded out when my cousin arrived and all the attention rightfully when to our graduate of the year.
My mom brought it up again in the morning. She doesn’t know the reason why we broke up so she still really liked my ex and his family.
I just wanted to double check that I wasn’t being rude or anything I know it was his big day hug still pretended to be a happy girlfriend after what he did seemed nearly impossible.

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That's the job I work at. For privacy reasons, I won't say the name of the company.
The pay is decent, the hours are flexible, and I get uniforms on the house and meals. Yes, I do have to deal with all kinds of infested homes: from termites to roaches to bees, and even 'intruders' like racoons, foxes, once even a snake. It can be dangerous, but I take my precautions.
I can also take phone duty if I'm feeling particularly lazy. Like last week. Don't imagine we're working non-stop: we rarely get any calls. Not a lot of incidents happen around here, in this village.
Last week, however, I had three calls, which was interesting enough by itself, because I rarely get this much activity. Three calls also meant that I had to go do ground duty, because we didn't have enough personal for three interventions in one day.
The first call happened at around 6PM.
"Hello, this is XXX Exterminators, where the safety of your home is our priority. How can I help you today?"
Hi, yeah, my name is Emily and I think there's something in my ceiling.
"Hi, Emily! Could you describe the issue with a bit more details? What kind of noises are you hearing, any signs of anything living up there... anything like that can help a lot."
Okay, um... so I've been hearing these faint scratches, like rats? The scratches started yesterday, around midnight, and at first I thought it was the rain, you know... the way you can hear each individual drop fall on the roof of your house... Then I imagined it must've been the birds, but I ended up realizing it was coming from the attic, because I, uh, I heard the scratches... like... coming from right above me. And I thought something had gotten into the house - I live next to Helene-
"Right, so the gas station. Which one, exactly? The one you pass by going to Kaden or the other one down the road to the bridge?"
No, the one down the road. To the bridge, right next to the creek. My house is the blue one right when the town starts. I don't have any neighbors. It's Pollen Street no. 3. So, you know, I'm afraid something got into the house from the forest. It wouldn't be the first time. I just hope this time, it isn't a snake. But snakes don't scratch like that.
"Are you hearing the scratches now?"
They're really faint, but persistent. Could be rats.
*"*Okay, Emily! We'll be on our way soon."
Thank you.
I sent the team over there, but they couldn't find anything out of place. No insects, no animals. No rats.
The next call came around 10PM.
"Hello, this is XXX Exterminators, where the safety of your home is our priority. How can I help you today?"
Hello. I keep hearing these scratches and thuds coming from the ceiling, and I think it moves to the walls. I'm not sure, though, but there's definitely something in there.
"Could you describe the issue with a bit more details? Anything like that can help a lot."
The noises started like three hours ago. At first, I thought it was the pipes, but they're too... rhythmic. Like footsteps or more like something dragging its limbs through the walls. I don't understand and I can't identify the animal. It sounds big. This is an old house, and it's relatively easy to dig through it. I've never heard anything like it.
"Where is it, right now?"
I can't hear anything right now. I don't know where it went.
"Could you tell us your address?"
Pollen Street no. 7.
My stomach tensed. Could it be a coincidence? Maybe some raccoon was making its way through homes...
"All right, thank you. We'll be on our way!"
I sent the team to the location, and was left alone with Andrew, a coworker. The night had fallen and I hated night interventions, so I hoped the phone wouldn't ring again until they came back. Honestly, I was pretty relaxed. There wasn't such a high chance that I'd get any other calls for the day-
Riiiiiiing.
I lifted my head from the lasagna. Me and Andrew stared at each other.
Riiiiiiing.
It had been... what, like 30 minutes since the last call? The fuck?
Andrew raised his shoulders. I stood up and lifted the receptor.
"This is... um, XXX Exterminators. How can I help you?" I mumbled.
There was a pause on the other line, then heavy breathing.
"Sir? ... Madam? Are you okay? What happened?"
It fucking dragged something into the house.
"What do you mean? Who dragged what? Sir, be more precise."
Andrew's eyes widened. "What?" he whispered.
I shook my head and motioned to him to be quiet.
"Sir, what's going on?"
Something broke into my, my house. But there's two of them. Two... DISTINCT... bodies. Not a raccoon. Not a bird. No, and at first I thought there were two alive things, but as I listened more I realized one of them was... dragging the other. Across my attic. On my fucking ceiling. I don't even know how it got there... I ain't heard anything like climbing on the house... Like it just landed on the roof then dug down to the attic. I don't know.
"... Right."
No, I'm not done. I got scared shitless, because I thought it was a person at first. It sounded big enough to be a person. I was like, shit, it's a murderer, but that was until I heard it... eating.
*"*Eating? What do you mean?"
Andrew frowned. The fuck? he mouthed.
Yeah. I can hear this heavy thing eating right above me, and I hear the floorboard of the attic creaking. I'm afraid it's gonna come down. The thing is dragging something... heavy. Fucking hell... please just come. I wanted to call 911, but I know it's not human.
"All right. I will send someone right away. Address and name, please?"
"Who are you gonna send?" Andrew asked. "There's just us-"
Finnick Gallen. Pollen Street no. 11
Fuck me.
"Okay. Sir, we'll be on our way."
After I hung up, a moment of silence followed, where me and Andrew just stood there, perplexed.
"You know it's us that have to go there, right?" Andrew asked.
"I'd really rather not."
"Then call Walt. Ask him if they're finished there. Are the houses close to each other?"
"All three calls came from the same street. Pollen Street. Near the forest."
"Fuuck. Yeah, call them."
I dialed Walt's number. It took a while for him to pick up.
"Hi! Walt? You done there? Cause I got another call..."
"Liam, there was no one in that house."
My hand was shaking on the receptor. "What do you mean?"
"There was no creature, no person, nothing. However, the scene is rather... interesting. I'm afraid we'll be busy here for a while."
"Why?"
"The windows are broken. Furniture destroyed. The attic is covered in scratches and broken wood. And there's the blood... it's fresh. I don't know what happened here, but we need to find your caller. And the intruder. We're searching the property."
"Right." I responded, my mouth dry.
The third call had mentioned something dragging something else...
We need to find your caller.
I think I knew where he was.
I had never been so afraid. As me and Andrew put on our uniforms, I couldn't help but wonder if I should get the police involved. This was no snake, no fox, no bear. The most frustrating thing was that I didn't know what it was.
We took a deep breath and drove into the night.
Reached our destination pretty fast. I know what you'll say: if the houses' numbers were so close, why couldn't Walt just take a look at number 11 too? Well, the numbers were really far apart. This area wasn't so populated.
I reached this cabin with its lights on. We hesitated, then got out of the car and knocked on the door.
I got an instant response - Finnick opened, pale and shaking. "I am so, so glad you came."
I was used to clients being afraid. Finnick, however, was deeply shaken. His eyes were glossy and his movements irregular - he sensed the same thing I had, that something sinister was going on, but we couldn't quite label it out. I tried to remain calm.
"Sir, you can wait in the car if you want."
He didn't need to be told twice. Me and Andrew made our way upstairs, to the master bedroom.
The house looked pretty normal. Nothing out of place, and nothing broken like on number 7. The bedroom had old, creaking furniture and floors - it was undeniable that something was in the ceiling. I could hear the sound of something being torn apart, and scratching. So much scratching. The ceiling was old too, consisting in some slabs. Andrew and I took out our equipment, gathering our courage to go inside the attic.
Had the slabs always had this... red tint? I raised my hand and felt them - they were humid and smelled like metal.
"Andrew, get your gun."
Pulling the attic stairs down, I tried to be as quiet as possible. I didn't want to make our presence known.
As silent as we tried to be, the stairs creaked obnoxiously and I closed my eyes. Fuck.
The sounds upstairs stopped.
"Okay, you go first." I told Andrew.
"Fuck you", he responded, then disappeared into the darkness.
I heard his footsteps, then a loud, echoing scream that turned into an inhuman wail. My first instinct was to crouch and stay on the ground, with my hands on my ears. Then, I heard two gunshots and Andrew cursing.
More gunshots followed. Then, glass breaking and something batting its wings and wailing. The voice was not human, but had some inflexions of a woman - it made my skin crawl.
The attic window was broken, and the thing had flown away. I don't know why, but I pulled away the curtain to the bedroom and looked outside, for any signs of what it could have been.
When Andrew came back down, he was crying. I had never seen him cry.
"I saw it... I saw it... I saw hell, Liam. I looked right at it. I saw it happen."
The sweet smell from the attic made me gag. I put on my mask and went upstairs, leaving Andrew frozen, staring into a corner.
The light didn't work, so I had to use my flashlight. The floor was humid and darkened in blood, and the smell lingered, putrid and overwhelming. I couldn't understand at first what I was seeing, and at first it had no impact on me. I didn't realize I was staring at what would turn out to be the second caller.
I have never dealt with gore, so my head didn't know how to take it. I guess I knew in some sort of way that that inflated shape was supposed to be the head, and what was above it were the limbs... the stomach lay somewhere farther, and the torso was dug into. I was in shock, and the images just didn't seem real. Above the body, it had carved something on the wooden wall. Some symbol.
My face felt numb. Remaining in the same position, I made a call.
"Hey, Walt?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you guys done there?"
"Are you ok? You sound... weird."
"Yeah, um..." I blinked a few times, then cleared my voice. "Are you done there?"
"We didn't find anything. Did you guys do the other intervention?"
"Oh, yeah. We did."
"And?"
"We found the caller. Not all of him, though. And the thing is gone now. Probably resting."
"What?"
"Yeah. You might want to come."
Since then, I have been giving interviews non-stop. Asked to describe the three calls and our interventions. The creature. I told them everything.
Well, almost everything.
That night, I had looked through the window as an instinct.
I don't know why. You know how the most horrible things have a way of drawing you in.
Pulled the curtain, placed my face close to the window. I hadn't heard it fly away yet. I should have waited for it to leave.
In the darkness, I saw two eyes shimmering a few inches from mine, two eyes that looked so human, I almost thought it was my reflection I was seeing. Except, well, they were upside down, and the other parts of the face had been kind of carved into the flesh, with blood drained skin sort of stretched over them. Behind the head, large wings, made the same way. It turned its head so it wasn't upside down anymore, but the body remained exactly the same. I felt it had wanted to see me better.
Then, it pressed its forehead onto the glass. Fear paralyzed me, but I remained still. I hadn't known it had a mouth until then, when it smiled. It had no teeth, just more skin - not even gums, not even a tongue.
Then, it flew away. The rest of its body was stretched out, the limbs curved and molded from the grey flesh. I watched it disappear into the night, leaving nothing but a bloody stain on the window, where it's forehead had been.
I didn't get a lot of sleep after that. I was hesitant to return to the job, but I had no better option.
It has been exactly a week since then. As I am typing this, it is almost midnight, and I got a call earlier.
"Hello, this is XXX Exterminators, where the safety of your home is our priority. How can I help you today?"
There is something in my ceiling, scratching-
*"*Address?"
You didn't even let me finish! Pollen Street, no. 13-
*"*Ma'am, get out. Just leave. Trust me."
What?
"Yeah, fuck no we ain't helping you with that. It's beyond us. That shit needs a priest."
Are you kidding?
*"*Nope."
As I hang up, I know we can't run from that forever.
And there's this other thing I know.
My address is Hamney Lane no. 34. Right across from Pollen Street.

The frigid wind whipped across Marko's face as he trudged through the knee-deep snow. His numb fingers clutching the straps of his backpack. The storm had hit three days ago, and he was no closer to finding shelter than when he'd started. His food supplies were dwindling. The cold was seeping into his bones like a relentless, icy specter.
"Should've listened to the weatherman," Marko muttered, his chapped lips going numb. He squinted against the blinding white landscape, searching for any sign of life. Any glimmer of hope.
As he pushed forward, his mind wandered to the events that had led him here. The hiking trip had been a spur-of-the-moment decision. It was a chance to escape the suffocating reality of his failing marriage and dead-end job. He'd packed light, assuming he'd be back in a few days. Now, as the storm raged on, he realized the gravity of his mistake.
A dark shape appeared on the horizon, breaking the monotony of the endless white. Marko's heart leaped, and he quickened his pace. He ignored the burning in his lungs and the numbness in his limbs. As he drew closer, the shape resolved into a small, dilapidated cabin. The roof sagging under the weight of the snow.
Marko stumbled to the door, his hands shaking as he fumbled with the latch. To his surprise, it opened, revealing a dusty interior cast in shadow. He stepped inside, grateful for the reprieve from the biting wind.
The cabin was sparse, with a single room containing a rickety table, a chair, and a small fireplace. Marko dropped his backpack and moved to the fireplace. His eyes widened when he saw the pile of dry firewood stacked beside it.
"Hello?" he called out, his voice hoarse from disuse. "Is anyone here?"
Silence answered him, broken only by the howling of the wind outside. Marko shrugged and set to work building a fire, his fingers clumsy and uncooperative. After several attempts, a small flame flickered to life, casting a warm glow across the room.
As the fire grew, Marko's gaze fell on the table, where a piece of paper lay, weighted down by a small, rusted key. He picked up the note, his brow furrowing as he read the words scrawled in a shaky hand: "You'll need this. Trust me."
Marko turned the key over in his palm, a sense of unease growing in the pit of his stomach. He glanced around the cabin, aware of how isolated he was. Miles from civilization in a raging blizzard.
A soft scratching sound drew his attention to the far wall, where a small door was set into the wood. Marko approached it, the key heavy in his hand. He fitted it into the lock, and with a soft click, the door swung open, revealing a narrow passageway.
Marko hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. The passage was dark, the air heavy with the scent of earth and decay. Every instinct screamed at him to turn back, to barricade the door and wait out the storm. But something else, a whisper in the back of his mind, urged him forward.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the passage, the darkness enveloping him like a shroud. The tunnel seemed to go on forever, twisting and turning like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree. Marko's breathing echoed in the confined space. It mingled with the soft drip of water and the scurrying of unseen creatures.
As he was about to turn back, the passage opened into a small chamber, lit by a flickering torch set into the wall. In the center of the room stood a stone pedestal, upon which rested a small, ornate box.
Marko approached the pedestal, his hand trembling as he reached for the box. As his fingers brushed the cool metal, a voice spoke from the shadows, making him whirl around in surprise.
"I wondered when you'd arrive," the voice said, low and rasping. A figure stepped into the light, an old man with a long, white beard and piercing blue eyes. "I've been waiting for you, Marko."
Marko stared at the man, his mind reeling. "How do you know my name?" he asked.
The old man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I know many things," he said, moving to stand beside Marko. "I know why you're here, and I know what you seek."
He gestured to the box, his gnarled fingers brushing the intricate carvings. "This box contains the key to your survival," he said, his voice taking on a grave tone. "The path ahead is treacherous, filled with trials that will test your mind, body, and spirit."
Marko swallowed hard, his mouth dry. "What kind of trials?" he asked, his voice trembling.
The old man shook his head, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "I cannot say," he replied, his voice soft. "But know this, Marko. The choices you make from this moment on will determine not only your fate but the fate of all those you hold dear."
With that, the old man stepped back, fading into the shadows as if he had never been there at all. Marko stood alone in the chamber, the box heavy in his hands. The weight of the old man's words settling on his shoulders like a burden.
He took a deep breath and opened the box, his heart pounding in his chest. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, lay a small, golden compass, its needle spinning. Marko lifted it from the box, feeling a strange warmth emanating from the metal.
As he watched, the needle slowed, coming to rest on a single point. North. The direction of home, of safety, of all the things he had left behind.
Marko closed his eyes, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. He knew the path ahead would be difficult, that the trials the old man spoke of would push him to his limits. But he also knew that he had no choice but to face them head-on. Fight for his survival and for the chance to make things right.
With a determined nod, Marko slipped the compass into his pocket. He turned back to the passage, ready to face whatever lay ahead. The storm outside raged on. Inside, a flicker of hope burned bright, guiding him forward into the unknown.

I know this post might be a trigger read but I’ve seen a few posts and I wanted to share my experience because when you’re diagnosed with OCD, and particularly this theme, you assume that every thought you have aboot your partner is OCD, but in my case it wasn’t. It can be easy to ignore very real red flags within their behaviour when you’ve got this label. I was diagnosed with ROCD in January 2023 triggered by the period of from HELL, so I went on the Deppo injection but it didn’t stop the fire in my brain, but it deffo helped the mood swings during my monthly cycle so I am still on this injection. My thoughts of my partner were around Harm, attraction and breaking up, it was like my brain latched on to every little thing and I was complusing every day. Most of my compulsions were mental. A lot of my thoughts happened during sex, and letd just say my body rejected him but I later found out why, my partner of 2 years cheated on me with two different women last year, one of them was a full blown affair. For awhile there, I did ignore the emotional abuse, and the signs that he was cheating and I passed it off as just my ROCD. All I’m saying is that we can really ignore their behaviour and internalise it as our own mental illness. Please don’t be like me, notice the signs.don’t label all of it as ROCD
My particular signs -
1) My body would reject my partner during sex, like I would close up. I also didn’t feel interested in sex and I believe this ti be a mix of my injection and my body knowing what was happening before me.
2) We would communicate on the same issue of him not prioritising me, always cancelling on me, not seeing me for two weeks at a time and I would cry and he would promise to do better but didn’t.

1. DREAMS. I know this one’s gonna trigger people but every time.. every time I’ve dreamed about my partner cheating… it happened. I had multiple dreams. He would refer to this girl as “river.” Someone he played GTA RP with, and he would talk about her all the time, I only know her real name from a dream, I social media stalked and found her.
   
2. He distanced himself from me. Talked to me Less and less. He also ignored me over Christmas because he was with her. He took my name out of his bio and privated our relationship status on Facebook and when I confronted him, he said he was making his profile more professional. A day later he deactivated his account and went on a social media cleanse.”
   
3. My pattern usually involved then writing a huge paragraph about how they aren’t breaking up with me, but they need space because of their mental health. Typically after that if find out about the other woman.
   

Context: 22F, Asian which I feel like could be the reason why he feels like it’s okay to be rude to me/that I’m a pushover. He’s nice to me when there’s other guards around but the complete opposite when it’s just the two of us.
Moved into this apartment complex in Manchester a couple months ago and there’s a system which when you want to take your meter readings you have to go ask the concierge the day before and the security guards do it for you overnight and you check it at the concierge again the morning after.
I’ve never had a problem with other receptionists or guards there but there’s this one guy who always gives me loads of shit for not speaking up. Every time I go down there he would mimic me speaking and tell me I wasn’t loud enough, and that I was just whispering. Now I don’t mind repeating myself but it was his rude snobbish attitude that’s been pissing me off, he gets me to repeat the same sentence for over 5 times for him which I’m sure by the second or third time he would’ve definitely have heard me cuz I would raise my voice gradually every time and there’s just no way he couldn’t hear when I could even hear my voice echoing in the lobby.
And this morning when I went down to get my meter readings I just decided I had to put an end to this cuz I’ve had enough, so I just told him everyone else could hear me except him, to which he responded by he’s 67 years old and his ears are old. Then he just continued mimicking me speaking which is just super childish behaviour but definitely worked cuz I was pissed off after. And the whole time he was complaining I wasn’t loud enough he was playing YouTube on full volume and after I confronted him about it he just straight up ignored me and continued watching his videos.
I couldn’t google the name of the security/concierge company so I’m checking with my landlord about it - but aside from filing a complaint is there anything I could do? I’m not super familiar with uk law but I really wouldn’t mind spending a bit on this just to get this man removed cuz I’ve really had enough of the bullying.

I grew up in the early 2000s, and I vaguely remember a tv show I used to love as a kid. It was a show about a bunch of puppet kids who lived in a house with an old puppet man. I vaguely remember him having the 'cartoon old man' haircut (bald in the middle, hair on the sides), and a northern english accent.
I don't think I ever saw the show on tv, but I did have it on video tape. The kids would do different activities, and I remember an episode where the old man was teaching the kids how to play dominoes, and I think he sang a song about 'coloured dominoes'? I think they painted pictures in the same episode.
I've been wracking my brain trying to think of the name of it, and scouring the internet. Can anybody else remember this show, or is this some kind of weird fever dream I had???