Second Stage of Grief: Anger

SHUT
THE
FUCK
UP

They're whispering to me. Whatever the FUCK these things are. They..they keep telling me to kill myself or..or kill someone else, they keep telling me it will releeaseme doitdoitdoitdoitdoit

set me freee from this hell

fuck..why do i feel so fucking..drunk.

im gonna go lie down

-p

A Lead

The voices are persistent. Yet, true to their word, I have a rather solid lead on finding Phoenix. I don't know whether these voices are a manifestation of my subconscious, and I have some mental illness or something, or if some unknown entity, or entities, are telling me these forbidden secrets.

Well, either way, I'm going to investigate this new lead. Wish me luck.

Khronos

First Stage of Grief: Denial and Isolation

No.

No.

This cannot be happening.

This has got to be some sort of fucking nightmare or..or..a prank or..

I don't even know.

As I type this, I am looking around my own bedroom. Or what LOOKS like my own bedroom. If I open the door, it just shows a brick wall.

I have to be dreaming this, I have to wake up..wake up..

My mind is a complete mess.

Perhaps if I withdraw, isolate myself from everything. Maybe that would be for the best.
pleasehelpme

-P

Trapped in Myself

I can hear voices ever so often, telling me that they can help me in my search for Phoenix. I think this is stressing me a lot more than I would've expected.

Or maybe I'm going insane.

Only time will tell.  But, whichever it is, I can't give up on him.

Khronos

your determination amuses us

When Hell Freezes Over

They're twisting my words. I feel like I can't type anything without these fuckers telling the truth
changing everything I say.

I don't even notice my surroundings anymore. I just sit here, waiting for Khronos or anybody to come, anybody to find me. But I see even he's having problems as of late.

This is for the record: We are not crazy. We are professionals in a strange career. Except i'm not even sure if I believe that anymore.

I noticed some sort of peephole in this bedroom door. Gonna go check it out and maybe report my findings.

-Phoenix

The Search Continues

I've continued the search for Phoenix, despite my being let go from my job.  It's been significantly more difficult without access to his employer's resources, but I won't let that stop me.

I haven't had a hallucination since the incident a few days ago, which I'm pretty happy about, since it means I'm not mentally sick, which will make the search easier.

Anyhow, the search continues.

Khronos.

or so you think

not a game

there is no point in fighting us
we are everywhere
we are nowhere
we are the sounds underneath your bed at night
we are the whispers in your ear
we are the urges in your mind

we are not an entity


he is trapped in our web

Help me, someone..anyone

They're twisting my words. I can't even write anything anymore without whatever the fucking hell this thing is replacing my posts.

-Phoenix

Out of the Asylum

The asylum staff determined that I am not crazy, nor do I have any form of mental illness, though they said that my hallucination was similar to schizophrenia.  Luckily, I am perfectly sane, and, despite my being fired, will continue the search for Phoenix.  Wish me luck.

Khronos

schizophrenia would be a blessing compared to what we'll do

You Are (Not) Alone

So..woke up staring at yet another unfamiliar ceiling.

This place doesn't even have any doors or windows, but hey, it has a kitchen. And this room. And that appears to be it.

Khronos, the microchips should still be working. I've decided i'm not going to sleep. I'm going to stay up for as long as possible, see if that helps you track me down.

Please find me. I need someone.

-Phoenix

It's sweet how pathetic your struggles are, agent

Can't Trust My Eyes

I had an incredibly vivid hallucination earlier.  It was of a Shoggoth, straight out of Lovecraftian mythology.  I know it was a hallucination, as Shoggoths don't exist, however I feel a prevalent sense of fear and confusion as to why I saw what I did.  I have, to my knowledge, no mental illness at all, and as such, such a hallucination has a grave implication.

So, naturally, when I brought it up with a coworker, I was swiftly fired and referred to a psychiatrist.  Suffice it to say, I may be committed to an asylum, which will remain unnamed so as to avoid being tracked, until I am either diagnosed with a mental illness or pronounced well.

Khronos

sight is what your mind is forced to see

Panic and a Plea

Okay, fuck the reports thing, this isn't a professional case anymore.

I woke up and the house has just..completely changed. So either i'm being dragged about to different locations or..have you guys seen the movie Cube? Yeah, it's like that. And..i'm frightened. Not just because I might be in danger and i'm trapped in some sort of eldritch location but I worry for Khronos.

Seriously, I think something's happened to him.


Khronos, please..if you can read this, get back to me ASAP. I'm gonna go check my surroundings again and see where I am this time.

With confusion, fear and most of all, respect
Phoenix

There is no escape from your personal hell

Inconsistency and Fraying Nerves

So far, we've had no luck with the microchips. The given location is unnervingly inconsistent, so it would seem that whoever is behind this is moving him around rather rapidly, or there's something more sinister and incomprehensible going on.

Well, we'll keep at it and hope something useful comes up. Whoever did this will be caught, and shown just what happens when someone has the gall to fuck with us.

Khronos

nightmares grow as sanity breaks

Report #001 - Trapped

I can't get out.

I literally just woke up about half an hour ago, and decided to check the outside of this house again, as I did last night. However, I noticed that the door was locked, strangely, there was no keyhole. 

This house does not contain any windows, either. However, I like to look at the positive side of things. At the very least, this will make the house easier to find, right? 

I only hope that Khronos is having any kind of luck with those damn microchips. 

Till next time

With fear, some optimism, and most of all, respect

Phoenix

Confined to the Other Side

I suppose an introduction is in order. Name's Khronos, and Phoenix is a coworker of mine. Just as he did, I refuse to go into detail about our line of work, so don't get your hopes up.

I've seen that he's been taken somewhere. The microchips should help, glad he had them implanted.

Anyhow, we'll begin our search soon.

Khronos

Unspoken Whispers

I guess you could call this a greetings post.

My name is Phoenix. Or, at least, that is what I like to be called.

Last night I woke up with a pounding headache. I was drugged. This much I know.

I have found myself in a most dire situation. This place I am trapped in..there appears to be no escape. When I first looked outside the window, all I could see was long curtains of thick, grey fog. I looked around this house that I have woken up in before going outside to examine the location. I do not appear to be in any city, or indeed, country that I am aware of. My phone is dead and the only thing I have for any form of contact is this PC. At least I won't be bored for the next god-knows how many hours..or days.

I figured that it's worth mentioning that I work for a top secret organization. I will not disclose any more information than this for privacy's sake. (and so I don't get my ass fired) The reason I am sharing this here is because I believe that someone may want me dead, and therefore they've trapped me in what appears to be some cheap Silent Hill knock-off.

I shall report my findings later.

If anyone from the organization sees this, please, I insist you get in touch with me either through my blog or PM..whatever.

And now, since my head hurts, I am going to get some rest. Here's hoping I don't have nightmares

With confusion and most of all, respect
Phoenix