Jenn

"So... you wanted to talk to me?" said Jenn. She and I were sitting in her office. She'd poured us both drinks. She'd already had a few, albeit not before double- and triple-checking for bugs hidden in the office.
I nodded. "I'm getting worried about you. You've been really hard on yourself lately. You've been so busy working that we haven't gotten the chance to speak to you about anything else in... weeks at least."
She looked up from her drink. "My friend got killed by a robot monster and yours got put in jail. I'd say it's reasonable to become a bit of a workaholic."
"Actually... that's what I wanted to talk about," I said. "Leo and I don't think it's right that Robin was placed in ARC custody."
Jenn rolled her eyes. "You think I don't know that? ARC hasn't done anything 'right' since we started. The A section of a list of things we've done wrong in the past few months would be a hundred pages long. Hell, the apostrophe section is probably a couple pages too." She took another drink, then finally spoke. "So... what, we're gonna do something about it?"
"That's why we came here," I said.
"Your reasons just keep getting better and better." She noticed me glaring at her. "Sorry. Go on."
"Well," I continued, "we had... something of an idea. We think we could find a way to get her out. Either we make a deal with some outside organization, or we do it ourselves. We haven't exactly had much luck asking the higher-ups nicely."
Jenn considered. "Outside involvement means less loyalty, but also less chance of a personal vendetta. Might sell our information to the highest bidder, but might not be as likely to stab us in the back for stealing a stapler. It's a toss-up, as far as I'm concerned. Of course, either way, we need to figure out who we're dealing with exactly. Anyone in mind?"
"If we're exclusively working with insiders, we'll want your team to be involved. You're trained in combat and stealth."
Jenn nodded. "Me, I'm more of a researcher, but I can still hold my own in a scrap. Damn shame about that fight with the KRAKEN assholes, with Daisy getting an eye clawed out and her face scratched up." She sighed. "Yeah. Damn shame about Daisy."

I backdated this post to about when it would've happened- sometime in December 2019. Hard to say when, exactly. Time's hard nowadays, and it's not because I'm having fun.

Robin encaged

Leo and I visited Robin at lunch yesterday. We brought her some food. The guards felt the need to look through it before they let me give it to her, like I was going to hide a lockpick in her mashed potatoes or something. Christ almighty.

The conversation that came after was awkward, like most of my chats with Robin these days. She used to be so carefree. Now... well, now she's got the end of the world to think about, and the thought's been drilled into her head that it's her fault.

I can't say I blame her for feeling unhappy.

On an unrelated note, nobody at ARC reads this blog. They don't know it exists, actually.

I'm starting to get a bit of an idea.

Modernism

Leo and I have been so goddamn busy lately. Where did our lives go? We were just two stupid kids, and then everything turned into a nightmare.

But I guess that's not true, is it? Leo was hunted by the Manufactured Newborn long before I met him. The only thing that kept him safe was the presence of the shadiest Men in Black ripoffs around. I guess this world's just rotten all the way through. Time to throw it out, right?

...Well, that's not really right either.

Honestly, I'm just trying to figure out how to combine "things suck so much right now" and "things used to suck so much" in a way that results in any sort of positive worldview.

Where Seattle used to be

It's not a secret that ARC realizes that the forest showed up when the Newborn died. Still, nobody is willing to admit it. It's too tenuous a connection. Bullshit. I realize correlation doesn't always imply causality, but it's not like this happens often enough that we can just write it off as a coincidence. Plus, in the Sumerian translations, it mentioned at least once that there was a forest at war with a tower of wires. I don't think that's a coincidence either.

Leo's taken to calling it the Emerald Web. Got kind of a nice ring to it, I guess, even if it's a bit cutesy for the forest that destroyed Seattle.

The Forest

On our way into KRAKEN headquarters, Locke got taken by the wires the Newborn had summoned. I never knew him that well, but... well. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Jenn seemed freaked out, more than I've ever seen her before, but she kept going. Robin was with us, and she seemed just as tense.

I think Robin was starting to feel... I don't know. Irrational. Panicked. Overwhelmed. Long story short, someone from AMU dropped a strange dagger made of wood on our way into the basement of KRAKEN's compound.

Robin tried stabbing the Newborn with the dagger. The Newborn stopped shifting around and consuming everything. It just howled, and then it started to sprout horrible, thorny roots from where Robin had stabbed it. The Newborn's wires started growing fragile and snapping, the ones that hadn't already been crushed by the roots, anyways.

Naturally, we all turned tail and ran as fast as we could. We got outside to see that the roots were quickly overtaking the tower, causing it to crumble and grow crooked, destroying everything the Newborn had made of it in the Newborn's brief time in our reality.

Seattle is just gone, by the way. The Forest has basically overtaken the entire city. It's gone wild overnight, like a Ghibli movie on a bad trip.

Jenn says the guys over at STAB are looking into it, but obviously we're not. It's not like we have the money for hazmat suits, and even if we did, there's not much reason to think they'd help against whatever that plant is. I'm almost surprised STAB is sending anyone in themselves, but I guess they've got enough people on the payroll for some of them to be expendable.

I know that got dark, but these are dark times. An entire city is gone because of my friend.

But I don't know how much of it was her fault. We were all under stress back in Seattle. It was a chaotic mess back there.

We were stressed. Now we're just scared.

The raid

Alright, that was... interesting.

I'm alive. That's point one. I'm alive, Leo's alive, Robin's alive, Jenn's alive. We're all doing about as well as could be reasonably expected. Probably better. But that's just us. It's not true of everyone.

First of all, we ended up having to team up with AMU. That was Jenn's idea. Well, technically Jenn asked AMU what they were doing there, and when it became clear that AMU was trying to stop KRAKEN like we were, she suggested the two groups team up. At that point, we were joined by AMU forces, those being three squads of what they called Martyrs. Those were the same types of people as the ones who had raided the ARC base back before Leo and I joined. They were also the non-KRAKEN people Jenn had reported seeing at Solville, the place KRAKEN had hidden the books they stole from AMU.

Boy, that's a lot of acronyms.

Anyways, after that, one of the AMU cars was sent in. I think it was armored or reinforced somehow, because even after KRAKEN started firing at it, it just plowed through. KRAKEN decided to get serious and brought out a helicopter. Where the hell did they get a helicopter?

One way or another, a lightning bolt struck the helicopter out of nowhere, causing it to crash into a Martyr with an omega symbol on his hoodie. He didn't survive.

We did what we could, but it wasn't enough.

We heard a rumble from the earth. Tendrils of metal and flesh and bone erupted from the building.

We had failed. I had failed. I should've done more to help, but it was too late by then.

The Newborn had arrived. The golden age had come.

KRAKEN headquarters

We've arrived at Seattle.

We're waiting on the signal to raid KRAKEN headquarters. I don't really know why there's anything more to it than just going in and getting things done, if we're going to do anything.

Maybe that's just nerves talking, though. Right now, I'm really anxious to get in, get things done, and get out. And by "get things done," I mean "beat the shit out of some monsters."

Seattle

Will and Adrian, the KRAKEN members we captured at the raid a while back, told us something interesting. Apparently, KRAKEN has moved their books to Seattle. AMU is planning on going there, as is a Newborn servant named Genome and someone ARC thinks could be involved called Kareena.

 

Speaking of Genome, they've stated that Seattle is where KRAKEN is going to summon the Newborn. I don't see any reason to trust them, and neither does the rest of ARC, but considering how many people are headed there, we're planning on sending several people there just to make sure things don't go totally to hell. Myself included, despite the fact that I've mostly been assisting Jenn with research and logging so far.

 

Not sure why. I guess Leo, Robin, and I have, admittedly, glommed onto Jenn's team- or, rather, Locke's team. See, Jenn doesn't work alone, despite coming off for all the world like she would (I say this affectionately). Rather, she's part of an ARC task force made up of her, Daisy, Jameson Wells, Samuel Navarre, and their leader, William Locke, who for whatever reason everyone just calls Locke. Jenn and Daisy seem to have taken to us, at any rate.

 

So, yeah. I guess we're just... going along because they are. 

An addendum

I didn't mention this earlier, because I've been really busy, but our local headquarters were raided by Archivists shortly before Leo and I joined. They took one of the books that KRAKEN had stolen from the AMU, lending further credence to our belief that AMU is a front for the Archive. Fortunately, we still have one of the other books, a translation of a series of Sumerian tablets related to the Fears' presence in ancient Mesopotamia. We don't know what KRAKEN would have wanted with either of the books we'd gotten from KRAKEN, since both of them were volumes of Sumerian translations... or rather, we didn't until we asked them. As it turns out, this is part of their stupid scheme to summon the Newborn. Figures.

We still don't know what KRAKEN is planning to do to actually summon the Newborn. Do a little dance, put on a talent show, something like that. The problem is, this also means we have no idea how to stop it, or whether it will work. This means there's a slightly-higher-than-zero chance that they may actually succeed in summoning the Newborn's true form, and we won't know how to stop them.

Great.

Good news and bad news

You may have noticed I haven't posted in a while. That's because I got a job. So did Leo, for that matter.

You only get one guess as to where.

We'd discussed the possibility before. Neither of us had never really liked the idea of joining ARC, as you may have guessed. That changed when the KRAKEN agents explained just what they're planning on doing with the Newborn and the books. Evidently, they're trying to summon the Newborn's true form.

I know that sounds both evil and ill-advised, and it is, but that's why we joined ARC and not them. From the sounds of it, KRAKEN essentially believe that there was once a golden age where the Fears ruled over humanity as gods, and we worshiped them as such. They believe that the only way to return us to that state is to thrust us into it by forcing us to confront our inability to deal with the Fears, and that we'll accept our new masters with open arms. They think they can force us to return to some sort of imaginary Eden, but I've got news for them. The only difference between before and after Eve ate that apple was that she realized how naked she was.

More good news? I'm getting suspicious now

ARC has hired Robin as a full-time agent, courtesy of the same person who got them to pay attention to the Newborn watch. I've already given her my congratulations in person, but congrats, Robin!

Good news

Yes, you read that right, good news. What a welcome change of pace.

ARC has finally made some headway. From the sounds of it, a member of ARC named Jenn Pittman has gotten ARC to finally pay attention to KRAKEN and the Newborn, so they sent some people to find KRAKEN. They found and captured the two KRAKEN agents we had encountered earlier. Apparently, they're a Nest named Wiliam Paine and a Willing Doll named Adrian Sarkos. The Nest is capable of summoning birds with lightning powers, while the other is a voluntary servant of the Wooden Girl, a living puppet that can control people with invisible strings. She lives in a place called the Screaming Tower, where Adrian took the Newborn.

Apparently, after that, KRAKEN hid in a church, where they were under attack by what ARC thinks was the Archive, and more specifically, AMU. KRAKEN had transferred ownership of the Newborn to another branch, but were entrusted with two of the books they'd stolen. This particular branch was in possession of both volumes of Translations of Ancient Sumerian Tablets, which were stolen from AMU. ARC has those now, and they're keeping the KRAKEN agents they captured in custody.

The only thing that went wrong is that they didn't get the Newborn. Which means it's still out there.

Positive thoughts, though, right?

O, tempora! O, mores!

I wish I could be more help in dealing with what's happening right now, but I'm just a college student, and ARC has made it clear that they want me out of their hair. As far as they're concerned, I'm just a casualty waiting to happen, and in the event they need to ask about something for one reason or another, they can always just email or text me. I check pretty often; it's a good habit, and it's not like I've got much else to do.

So, instead, I took a visit to my childhood home, back in Michigan. My parents still live there, even though it's honestly a little too big for two people who don't have guests over a lot. It was my dad's childhood home, too, though, so I guess it makes sense. Nostalgia is a powerful thing.

And that takes me to my next point. See, while I was there, near the end of my trip, Dad gave me something I kind of wish he hadn't. It was my great-grandpa's journal. He apologized for telling me the watch was the only thing he'd left behind, but that it was time for me to know the truth. See, I'd told Mom and Dad I sold the watch because I wanted to get it over with instead of telling them whenever they came over next, and they didn't want me to feel bad about getting rid of the watch. So despite my growing suspicion about what Dad was saying, I opened up the journal and read it.

When I said I never knew my great-grandpa, I was more right than I ever realized. He wasn't a good man. He was very deeply hateful, actually. I'm sure you can imagine who he hated, given when he lived. I guess I don't know what I expected.

I thanked Dad for telling me the truth and gave him back the journal. I'm back in Washington now.

I still feel sick from seeing what he wrote in that journal. I didn't know you could be betrayed by someone who died before you were born until now, but I guess you learn something new every day.

Know the enemy of thy enemy

Leo and I have been texting a bit lately. He said I could publish the results for posterity.

- Me: So, I've been wondering about ARC...

- Leo: Okay

- Me: So, first of all, why didn't they pay more attention when they thought I had one of those monsters in my watch?

- Leo: You mean the Manufactured Newborn? Newborn larvae usually leave for the Towering Realm after they absorb some materials

- Me: What does that even mean?

- Leo: What that means is, the hive mind that controls your watch usually has its larvae leave for the home dimension, where its true form is

Basically, if ARC thinks you might possibly have one of them in its larval form, and you don't give it to them right away, they can just consider it a messy situation in the making

- Me: "A messy situation?" Isn't this "Newborn" supposed to be really brutal?

- Leo: Ordinarily yes, although for some reason your watch didn't seem to get the memo

- Me: But they didn't care about the possibility that it really would be part of the Newborn?

- Leo: They were busy, and like I said it would usually just suck some stuff up and return to its own world

That's why I don't really like ARC

They *prioritize.*

- Me: So you're saying they were willing to have an unknown amount of my neighborhood get totally demolished by a monster because they were busy?

- Leo: Pretty much

Here's the real kicker, you know what they were busy with?

- Me: Do I want to?

- Leo: I can tell you if you do

- Me: Okay, I'll bite... what is it?

- Leo: They think AMU is a front for another cult

The Archive, they're called

They obsessively collect materials related to the Fears

- Me: The Fears? That sounds... ominous.

- Leo: I keep forgetting how little I've told you yet >_>

Those are monsters, like the Manufactured Newborn, that some people think are embodiments of fear itself

- Me: …

- Leo: The Newborn is the Fear of the Future

- Me: That makes a lot of sense, actually...

So wait, why did you say ARC was trustworthy if they'd let me die because they were busy investigating some cult?

- Leo: Well, once you're in with them, you're in, right?

So, if you're just going to go over and give them this watch, they don't mind, they may as well take it and see what they can do to get rid of it

But if you don't give them the watch, no point in trying to pry it from you, right?

- Me: ...Oh.

- Leo: Anyway it's not like the government is funding ARC very much, like that agent guy said
They already have STAB, after all
- Me: STAB?
- Leo: Yeah, the Supernatural Threat Analysis Bureau
Anyways, this is also the deal with my relationship with Robin
We used to be dating until she joined ARC a few years ago
- Me: Oh, she's that Robin? Huh... that makes a lot of sense, actually.
- Leo: Yeah, I never told you why we broke up because it's so Fear-related
- Me: Yeah... hm.
What do you think KRAKEN want with the watch, anyways?
- Leo: I don't know
And that's what scares me.

I need sleep

So at this point, I've gone back to my apartment. I'm currently trying to figure out what KRAKEN might have wanted the watch for, since ARC wasn't informed enough on them to be very useful when I asked them. As near as we can tell, the most likely scenario is that they want to use the watch as a sort of icon of worship, since they worship monsters like it. Still, I'm worried they might also have other goals, like using it to attack people, or that there's some sort of deeper plan to it all.

...I need sleep. Maybe I'll take some melatonin and read what I can of my Shelley collection before I fall asleep, or something.

KRAKEN

The other night, I asked Leo for more information regarding ARC before we met up with them. He'd already told me a bit more than I've posted on here, but I'll just summarize all of it right here. Essentially, ARC is a group which deals with the paranormal (or the "anomalous," as they call it). They generally do so through being very secretive, while simultaneously trying to help people with supernatural problems by telling them what's going on and dealing with threats as directly as they can. I imagine it's a tricky balancing act, and one that explains why they were willing to contact me (albeit under a pseudonym, of which they apparently have many) rather than just leaving me be.

According to Leo, ARC is basically trustworthy, and will dispose of the watch as safely and completely as possible. I am going to take Leo's word for it, given how much more experience with them he's had than I have.

After that, we went to the meeting spot we'd arranged with Robin, taking the box with us. It was hefty, but I didn't mind, since we were taking it there to rid ourselves of that watch, and Leo helped carry it. 

"Hey, Leo," Robin said. She was short and chubby, with red hair in a messy ponytail and three black huggie earrings in each ear, and dressed in a Duran Duran T-shirt, jean shorts, and sneakers. She turned to me. "So. You're Addie, then, yeah?"

I nodded.

"Sick."

With that, she took us to ARC headquarters and showed us to the meeting room.

"There aren't as many higher-ups as advertised, unfortunately," Robin said when we got there. "Sorry about that. We're really busy investigating something right now, and this is more of a side project, really..."
The agent, a very tall, somewhat broadly built woman in a suit, with long, dark brown hair tied back into a high ponytail, cleared her throat and turned to me. "Hey, kid. I'm Daisy Krenson. I wish I could pay you for the box, but I can't confirm that it contains what you say it does. That said, if you don't mind, we could always take it off your hands for free." 

Leo and I handed it over. I would have paid her to take the thing that impersonated my great-grandpa's watch, if I were more certain ARC could deal with it properly.

Then Daisy heard a knock at the door. She went over and asked who it was, but rather than answering, the person at the door just opened it with a crowbar.

There were two intruders. One of them was a large, scarred man who wore a dirty brown coat, while the other, much skinnier than his partner, wore glasses and a tan jacket.
 
The man in the coat drew a knife and made a cut on his arm. A bird crawled out, which I... definitely wouldn't have expected before the past few months, and flew towards Robin. She threw a knife at it, piercing it and knocking it out of the air.

"Who the hell are you, anyways?" the big guy demanded.
Robin laughed. "I'm an intern."

Meanwhile, the skinny guy was wrestling unsuccessfully with Daisy, but the big guy shoved the skinny guy away to personally slam Daisy's head into the wall. Daisy retaliated by kicking his legs out from under him.

I glanced at Leo. His eyes were wide, and he was still.

Seeing how overwhelmed Leo was, I finally asked, "What's going on here?"
"Well," Daisy said before punching the skinny guy, "We're under attack."
I looked around frantically. I had no idea what to do. I did, however, notice that the intruders had been moving towards the box, or at least trying to. At about that same time, the skinny guy recovered and dove towards the box. I tried to stop him, but once he had gotten his hands on it, he opened some sort of portal and walked through, taking the box with him. His muscular friend scrambled away from the commotion and went in behind him, adding, "KRAKEN is victorious!"

The four of us were now in varying stages of recuperation from what had just happened. Sourly, Robin said, "For once, he's right."
"...KRAKEN?" I asked.
"Yeah, they're this group of nobodies. They're basically demon-worshiping fascists with superpowers."
"Officially speaking, they're a group of servants to various anomalies who share an unknown goal and work together to accomplish it. But, uh, Robin's explanation works just as well," Daisy said. "I'm surprised they were able to either evade or incapacitate our security well enough to get in. Though we do suffer from a lack of funding, more than our Midwest pals..."
"Well," Leo said, "either way, we got totally screwed over by KRAKEN, they took the box and headed off for the Screaming Tower... what the hell just happened?"
Robin replied, "We don't know much about KRAKEN, but we know they're very bad at their job. Not anymore, it would seem."
"And now we're trying to stop them?" Leo asked.
"And they're trying to stop us."

I still have no idea what's happening, but suffice it to say that I'm as confused and horrified as you might expect from an ordinary person after that series of events. Worst of all, I have no idea what KRAKEN could possibly want with that watch.

Robin

Robin texted Leo back. Here's how the conversation went:
- Leo: Hey, just wanted to check if this phone number is still in use by Robin Bayle. If not, no worries.

About a day later... evidently either Robin doesn't check her phone much or she gets a lot of notifications:

- Robin: leo??
- Leo: Yep

- Robin: heard about your friend addie, she ok?
- Leo: For now, yeah
So you know what's going on with her? Could you get in contact with your higher-ups or something?
- Robin: prolly
idk if they'll pay any attention to me but they already had some guys talk to her so ig they actually care about that case, lol
oh btw do you still hate me?
- Leo: Can this wait, please?
- Robin: ok sorry
anyway yeah i'll see what i can do

A few hours later...
- Robin: yo
so i got you guys a meeting with the big guys at 7 pm today
- Leo: Thanks
- Robin: np

After that, she told us where to meet her so she could take us to headquarters. For now, we wait.

The watch

I had Leo over earlier today to tell him what's going on.

"I stepped on the watch, but it fused back together. It crawled back into the box, almost like it was scared, so I shut it and locked it. I'm just... not sure what's going on. Ever."
"You broke it, huh? Good on you. But if it didn't stay broken... well, did ARC tell you how to contact them?"
"No."
"Figures. They show up at your apartment without providing any concrete evidence that the watch is dangerous, but that's your one chance to chat, and if you don't believe them at first, that's your only opportunity to pawn this thing off on them, sorry, no refunds... wait." His eyes widened. "I do have one friend in ARC. She's an intern named Robin, I knew her before she joined. Maybe I can get you two in contact. Although... I haven't seen her since she joined, and we kinda left off on a bad note..." He scratched his chin. "Well, I can brave that particular nightmare scenario if it means the two of us don't get torn apart by a monster living in your watch."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it."

He texted Robin's number to see if it was still hers, or if ARC had her change her contact information. Now we're just waiting for a response.

I finally did it

I finally took the watch out of the box. I took some photos of it for the sake of the memories. I set it gently on the ground. Then I stepped on it, hard.

Except when it broke, it just fused back together, grew several tiny mechanical legs, and crawled back into the box.

I shut the lid on the box and chained it back up. No point letting it get out again.

I should talk to Leo.

The Greatest Generation

My great-grandpa served in the Navy in World War 2. He got captured and killed by members of the Japanese Navy. It was a respectable way to go, even if it was tragic. They were one of the most powerful navies in the world back then- in fact, aside from Britain, the only other navy that good was our own.

They killed him even though he had a wife at home. He didn't even know she was pregnant yet.

The idea that the watch could be some sort of monster just waiting to break out is honestly sickening. I don't want to destroy it, though. It's one of the only things he left behind. It's the only one we still have around.

I don't know what I'm waiting for. For Leo and those suited guys to come out and say "surprise, it was all one big joke, and you're an idiot for believing us for one second?" I guess it has to be something like that.

The books' contents

I checked with the library people. Some of the stolen books seemed like they might have been related to the monster Leo was talking about, but unfortunately, none of them seemed to have extra copies at the library, and it was really hard to find them online. In other words, it's all but impossible to say what their exact contents might have been.

Still, I think I believe Leo. At least, I believe he thinks what he's telling me is true. He's never lied to me before.

My life is a nightmare

Leo came over today. He seemed really shaken.

"I'm really sorry," he said after he got settled in. "But I have to tell you this. Your great-grandpa's watch... it's... I don't know. I really wanted to tell you earlier, but I was worried I was wrong, and... God. You have no idea how worried I've been lately..." He sighed and took a drink of coffee. His hands stopped shaking quite as much. "It's like... this watch, right, it's not actually a watch. More like an egg. An egg for this monster."
I was confused and scared. Understandably so, I would say. "What? What are you talking about?"
"It's going to hatch at some point, if it is what I think it is. It's going to come out of that watch and it's going to try to get out of the box you put it in and it's going to..." He paused to take a drink of coffee again. "It's going to take everything around it and turn it into part of itself."
"How do you know this?"
"It used to hunt me. And if that watch is what I think it is, it's going to hunt you too."
"I thought you said it was an egg. How did it hunt you if it hasn't hatched yet?"
He sighed. "You've heard of the idea of a hive mind, right?"
"Like something with multiple bodies...? Oh. Oh, no."
"Exactly. And you know those books that went missing?"
"Not really, no."
"Well, every last one of them has to do with the thing inside that watch."
"...Oh."
"And as to how you dealt with the watch? I don't know if it'll work. It might just make the box part of itself. It'll take whatever it can get, but it likes metal."
"Do we have to destroy it?"
"Either that, or give it to ARC. I don't know if you'd be able to destroy it. It might be better to get them to take care of it. They're professionals."
"ARC?"
"I forgot you didn't know yet... Anomaly Research and Combat. They called themselves Aegis when they asked you about the watch."
"...Anomaly? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Like monsters, and things from other worlds, and... that kind of thing."
"So they're like the Men in Black?"
"Yes."

I don't really have any idea what's going on. I just really hope this is some sort of elaborate joke. But if it is, Leo is a much better actor than I ever realized.

More stolen books

Just read the post title, honestly. More books got stolen from the school library. Sucks a lot, but I don't really know if there's anything to be done on my end.

Honesty, there are some weird books at AMU's library. I don't usually pay much attention to it, but AMU is best-known for cryptozoology, parapsychology, and the like. Accordingly, they keep books like The Tower of Wires by L. Bite and volumes I and II of Translations of Ancient Sumerian tablets by Dr. C. Eiffel, all of which were stolen.

I'm kind of on-the-fence about the whole supernatural thing, personally. I've always felt like there was something out there, but it's hard to say what.

Romanticism

So, I've mentioned in a few posts that I'm a college student. More specifically, I'm a postgraduate at Alexandria Memorias University, studying Romantic literature. Actually, I met Leo in one of our shared classes.

Incidentally, nothing's happened with the watch. I'm getting really wary about that whole thing.

My friend Leo

So, one of my closest friends, Leo, came over recently.

It took about ten minutes before he addressed the elephant in the room.

"Sooooo," he said. "What's with the box?"

"That is an excellent question."

I told him about the watch situation, though I made it clear I didn't entirely trust Aegis. One way or another, he seemed really agitated when I started explaining things.

"What's wrong?" I eventually asked.
"It's not enough," he said under his breath. At least, I think that's what he said.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. It's nothing."

I don't think it was nothing.

The library

So apparently some kids broke into the library at my college last night. They weren’t very destructive, and the only thing missing afterwards was some sort of obscure religious text. More weird things happening around here, it would seem.

Incidentally, out of sheer paranoia, I visited a hardware store and put the watch in a chained-up metal box in my basement, as per Aegis' suggestion. I know it's probably nothing, just some weirdos with nothing better to do, but the thought that something was wrong with that watch kind of wormed its way into my head for some reason, and the only way I was able to get it out was to do what Aegis suggested. I mean, it's not like I have to keep it there forever, or anything like that.

(You can only imagine the look on the clerk's face when I bought this stuff and realized I hadn't come up with a valid excuse for a skinny university student to want to buy a metal crate and heavy chains. I forget, but I think I said it was for "leaky pipes," as if that makes any sense.)

Point is, I don’t really like the thought of destroying the watch in case the Aegis people were just messing with me. It was my great-grandpa’s, after all, even if I never knew him.

My great-grandpa's watch

I’m a little freaked-out.

I inherited a watch from my great-grandfather. Recently, two men in suits showed up at my door who wanted to know about the watch. It's... hard to describe them. They honestly looked completely generic. I don't know how exactly to put it, but it was like they'd deliberately made it so they had no distinguishing features. I think one of them had black hair, maybe? The other might've had glasses. It's hard to say.

They asked if I would be willing to give or sell it to them. I told them I wasn’t interested. After that, they told me they were called Aegis, and said that if I wasn’t going to give them the watch, I should destroy it, or at the very least keep it somewhere secure, like a metal box wrapped in chains. And they said I shouldn’t just throw it away or dump it outside.

I have no idea what's going on. Pranksters, maybe?