[u][b]part one: pennies in payphones[/b][/u] [i]I am the rage, that bit which screams out through someone else. Each day struggling to wake up. Sometimes I make up new names and use them later on. It's a skill everyone needs. One of those things that can keep you alive. It gets boring being just one person at a time. Gotta keep things interesting.[/i] [spoiler][i]WORK appears to be where I found it last time. The store sits and stares at me with its painted walls, simply classified in my world as WORK. WORK = Job. Job = hours out of most of my days that is spent without any real thought. Things matter briefly, then gets shuffled away once I wake up as me after WORK is done. At least here the coworkers are as[/i] [i]f[/i][b]u[/b][i]cked[/i] [i]up as me, or at least pretend to be. I'm never quite sure when they say things like "you're scaring me". Anyways so it's been busy at WORK lately. Well ok maybe not busy, just becoming less easy to ignore. Makes me want to let go. You know, selling everything and just getting down to the basics. I'm tired of the shit that gets in the way when I try to walk through a room. I want a wand to point at it and make it disappear, and one of my bank accounts to be credited for it. Someone should get working on that. I play too much Sims. Regardless, I blink an afternoon away at WORK. Don't sit me by the emergency exit; I'm not interested in that I thought to myself. I've filled out all the forms they told me, signing my fake name over and over again. I practiced writing it the night before. The bank chick doesn't look too swift anyways so I'm sure it won't matter. She's yapping on about something stupid, and I'm smiling at her like I give a shit. So now I have another bank account. It doesn't have very much in it, but there it is nonetheless. The Temptation tries to enter my thoughts but I'm too quick and deflect them. Damn kid is the Temptation. Taunting me really and just generally trying to make my head go silly. The Neighbor was by today but it was 'all good'. He doesn't know that I don't want to see him every morning, but he brings coffee so I'm trapped. The -blam!- Neighbor hasn't been around lately, probably because she knows I hate her. I left her a letter about it a few days ago. -blam!- Neighbor reminds me of the Crazy Lady that Jay says lives in his building. His Crazy Lady paces out front of the building, putting pennies in the payphone. There's got to be a reason in her head for this but no one else knows it. Pennies in payphones. That's what it comes down to sometimes. Why can't you just use another persons body to go have fun for awhile… then slip into your again when you're done. Someone should get working on that too. Last night I was upset. Maybe disappointed. Either way, the Temptation was to blame. I existed in my own private hell for a few hours, seething with rage towards the selfishness of the world around me. They had all visited briefly but left because I was there. They claimed it was late, that they had things to do, but I know they left because they hated me. They were only there to show me that they had lives and I didn't. Well good for them, I'm glad. I get home and discover my cat has pissed on my bed. Of course she has, I haven't cleaned out the kitty litter in hours. I beg for forgiveness and wash my piss-stained sheets. The cat purrs happily in the corner, knowing I'm whipped. -blam!- left the cat here when she left. Seems only fitting really. My fridge is empty. I thought I had bought food yesterday, but I probably dreamt it. Last night I had dreamt I was that other person again and woke up sweating. I count my bankbooks to calm myself down. They're shiny. There is so much in those little books. Lines, small text, and watermarks. They fit nicely in my pockets. I have no faith in any of it, but it keeps them distracted for a while. It's time for sleep deprivation. I have arranged to have some time away from WORK so I can stay up. Two weeks should be enough. I have the feeling that it's beginning to get to me, all this pretending all the time. The Temptation had to be dealt with, only one way to end it. I was ready for the whole thing, and I've been practicing each day the night before. Each moment of every day is planned out beforehand so I don't screw things up. Pretending to be someone else isn't so hard, as long as you remember what is you and what is what you're pretending to be. Those Hello My Name Is tags do wonders. They're so shiny. I forget my name sometimes, but that's what the homework is about. I almost know the seven wonders of the ancient world by heart. The puppet show seemed to go on for hours. Sure I liked the frog puppet, but Mr. Shark was a complete let down, utterly unbelievable. I protested his arrival on the scene until I was told to leave again. At least I made the kids cry, especially that fat one with the Mickey Mouse t-shirt. Serves them right for giving me some red sugar water. Bread is something we all need to have to soak up messes in the bathroom. I have to get my bread from that store that makes it. The guy there is always there. I think he's a robot. A bread-making robot. "Well holy shit" he said shaking his head. As if he even knew what I was talking about, which he didn't. He was pretending to know so I distracted him with some fancy footwork and raced out of there. I certainly didn't have time to explain it all to him. Damn puppets and bread-making robots are trying to bring my sanity to an end. They won't be happy until I'm hugging myself in a padded room.[/i][/spoiler] [spoiler]I am not the author of this story. I am simply the messenger spreading Insanity for your general amusement and viewing pleasure. [i]Story credit: by DC — Edited/Updated by JCP of TheInsaneDomain, Spreading Insanity Since 1996![/i][/spoiler] [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/250254054?sort=0&page=0]Any moment—Part One (continued)[/url]