Ha, well! I did warn you what would happen when you got jinxed. Now you've got to suffer the consequences of getting love-bombed every single day. Think you can make it out alive?
Breaking things tends to be my pastime.
Love, X.
P.S. And I never thought I'd get a hot chick like you, and here we are.
Yeah, you are definitely with the worst possible girl. You know, writing you like this got me thinking about something. Something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but shit keeps getting in the way. It's an ancient topic. Interested?
It's about Hairy. Or Harry. I overheard your big blowup with him when he decided to declare his dying love for Sleep. How much do you hate him now because of that? Touchy subject, I get it. I know how she makes you feel. Trust me, I feel it.
But I guess a girl is a little curious about if someone throws herself at her; if it's really a big done deal for you no matter what.
[ Reading Jinx's letter had made her stomach drop, and now she's all nerves. ]
Jinx,
I don't hate Harry. I think he's pathetic and he's weak. I do hate Sleep, though, and anyone who associates or intentionally worships her is walking on thin ice with me. [ She'd never admit it, but there are a few people she'd even give some small pass to. For a time, anyway. ]
Woah, someone got jumpy after they read my letter. Don't worry, Blondie, I'm not. The big wig missed her shot with me, and there are no do-overs.
Guess the bone head just reminds me of my people, you know? They believed in Janna even though she was a big phony, but I also understood why. Shit was tough and they needed something or someone to believe in to keep going, to keep living because they had nothing else.
So I guess, I don't know, I get why Hairy is the way he is. Maybe he'll snap out of it, maybe he won't. The world is a mystery!!
I get why people could believe in some being that might give them hope, but we can see with our own goddamn eyes what Sleep has done to this world. Why would anyone believe in a being who has destroyed a whole world? Billions dead because of her. I can't understand why anyone would look at Sleep and see something to believe in.
You know, when I told Harry that she was the reason the world was the way it was, he accused me of not caring if Sleep could get better. He didn't care what she'd done. Not to this planet. Probably won't care that she intends to take over his the same way. He said all this shit, and then accused me of getting off on my hatred. All because I hate her for a reason. A good fucking reason.
Why would anyone want to side with her? What does she offer anyone but pain? Is false hope better than the truth?
[ the letter arrives in a snail's pace. maybe she's writing a lot and has a lot to say, but actually it's because she's pensiveβ her thoughts are barreling and hesitant.
jinx doesn't want to write this, it'll align with what sleep had told her. the harsh truth, the truth she's been running from. ]
Sharon,
Maybe they're siding with her, seeing and believing in her the same way you are with me. I've done a lot of the same things, you know. I've killed over a dozen Enforcers, and not all of them were just single people. Some were moms and dads. Kids who are orphaned because I killed their parents. When my sis asked if I felt any remorse for what I've done, and I just laughed.
I've ruined lives, I've hurt, I've terrorized, I've kidnapped, and tortured. And trust me, Cait and all of Topside believe I bring nothing but pain, and I should rot in a cell, get the chair, or swing. Because I'm the reason why their lives had all gone to shit. And they're half right about that. They don't think there's a good bone in my body, they don't think I can change or be better.
But I had followers, I had fans, I've had people who believe in me, and here you are. I'm not trying to make you like Sleep or whatever. I hate her in own way.
I guess what I'm getting at is, maybe Sleep is their Jinx to them, you know? So try not to hate those people too hard, you can lose yourself that way. Having all that TNT anger, I mean. You've always been hot when you're mad, but I don't want to lose you in the smoke of it.
[ her handwriting is sharp and erratic. notably, she's beginning to keep a tight hold on her emotions, holding them back from their connection. ]
Sleep isn't their Jinx. You two are nothing alike. Not even close. Not even with all the people you've killed, not with all your fans, or people that are willing to give you a second, or third, or fourth fucking chance. The amount of pain you've caused people is a drop in the bucket compared to what she's done and what she's willing to do.
She is an infection. A disease. And she wishes to spread. To our worlds.
And people like them will get her what she wants because they're blind. If you lose me, it'll be because Sleep won.
Careful. You're going to make me jealous with all that "rawr" you have for her. Okay, that was bad, sorry! I know we're having a serious talk right now, but geez, your handwriting is getting harder for me to read. I had to read this twice! Maybe ease up on the pen? :P
That's why I blow things up, Toots. Better buildings than my guts. Unfortunately, all the dopes in this town will scream like a baby if I let out my true passion. So I kill instead.
Want me to make you a life size puppet? Someone you can strangle, smash, rip, bite, and torture whenever you feel especially spicy?
That's sweet of you, Bluebell, but I don't think that'd help me much. I usually just make my own rage room. I pick a place in the city, away from where I know most people live, and just go to town on a room. Like when we busted up those dishes.
I can get as loud as I want, scream until I'm hoarse. I do it until I'm too exhausted to continue, and it usually helps.
I let Silco in last month. Granted, I abandoned it after. The whole point of a secret rage room is that it's a secret.
But I'd let you in, too. If you needed it. Rage rooms only last until everything inside is destroyed so they never last too long. I start a new one just about every month.
Ooo, the lucky dog. But no, it's okay, Sharon. Really. It's your thing, you know? Just like with me holding myself up in my apartment alone and being surrounded by metal scratches some of my itches. Just promise me one little thing.
If you somehow hurt yourself in those secret rage rooms on accident, let me know, okay? I don't mean scraps or minor cuts. Just the big ones. So I can swoop in and drool on you or lick you all better.
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a written letter.
We both know it wouldn't take much. Sometimes, I think we can't be in the same room without... You know. I like Rabbit. Cute.
What a heartbreaker.
Love
SDS
Ps: Never thought I'd be looking forward to something like that, but...
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Ha, well! I did warn you what would happen when you got jinxed. Now you've got to suffer the consequences of getting love-bombed every single day. Think you can make it out alive?
Breaking things tends to be my pastime.
Love,
X.
P.S. And I never thought I'd get a hot chick like you, and here we are.
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Maybe, maybe not, but I think there are worse ways to go out.
Oh? Am I with a bad girl?
Love
Sharon
ps You realize you're hot, right?
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Yeah, you are definitely with the worst possible girl. You know, writing you like this got me thinking about something. Something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but shit keeps getting in the way. It's an ancient topic. Interested?
Love,
X.
P.S. Sometimes. :P
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Nah, she's the best to me. [ No ifs, ands, or buts. ] Yeah, I'm interested.
Love
Sharon
ps. ALL the time, dummy.
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It's about Hairy. Or Harry. I overheard your big blowup with him when he decided to declare his dying love for Sleep. How much do you hate him now because of that? Touchy subject, I get it. I know how she makes you feel. Trust me, I feel it.
But I guess a girl is a little curious about if someone throws herself at her; if it's really a big done deal for you no matter what.
Love,
X.
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Jinx,
I don't hate Harry. I think he's pathetic and he's weak. I do hate Sleep, though, and anyone who associates or intentionally worships her is walking on thin ice with me. [ She'd never admit it, but there are a few people she'd even give some small pass to. For a time, anyway. ]
Are you thinking about going to her?
Do you want to?
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Woah, someone got jumpy after they read my letter. Don't worry, Blondie, I'm not. The big wig missed her shot with me, and there are no do-overs.
Guess the bone head just reminds me of my people, you know? They believed in Janna even though she was a big phony, but I also understood why. Shit was tough and they needed something or someone to believe in to keep going, to keep living because they had nothing else.
So I guess, I don't know, I get why Hairy is the way he is. Maybe he'll snap out of it, maybe he won't. The world is a mystery!!
a written letter.
I get why people could believe in some being that might give them hope, but we can see with our own goddamn eyes what Sleep has done to this world. Why would anyone believe in a being who has destroyed a whole world? Billions dead because of her. I can't understand why anyone would look at Sleep and see something to believe in.
You know, when I told Harry that she was the reason the world was the way it was, he accused me of not caring if Sleep could get better. He didn't care what she'd done. Not to this planet. Probably won't care that she intends to take over his the same way. He said all this shit, and then accused me of getting off on my hatred. All because I hate her for a reason. A good fucking reason.
Why would anyone want to side with her? What does she offer anyone but pain? Is false hope better than the truth?
[ Sorry, babe, your girlfriend is struggling. ]
a written letter.
jinx doesn't want to write this, it'll align with what sleep had told her. the harsh truth, the truth she's been running from. ]
Sharon,
Maybe they're siding with her, seeing and believing in her the same way you are with me. I've done a lot of the same things, you know. I've killed over a dozen Enforcers, and not all of them were just single people. Some were moms and dads. Kids who are orphaned because I killed their parents. When my sis asked if I felt any remorse for what I've done, and I just laughed.
I've ruined lives, I've hurt, I've terrorized, I've kidnapped, and tortured. And trust me, Cait and all of Topside believe I bring nothing but pain, and I should rot in a cell, get the chair, or swing. Because I'm the reason why their lives had all gone to shit. And they're half right about that. They don't think there's a good bone in my body, they don't think I can change or be better.
But I had followers, I had fans, I've had people who believe in me, and here you are. I'm not trying to make you like Sleep or whatever. I hate her in own way.
I guess what I'm getting at is, maybe Sleep is their Jinx to them, you know? So try not to hate those people too hard, you can lose yourself that way. Having all that TNT anger, I mean. You've always been hot when you're mad, but I don't want to lose you in the smoke of it.
Love,
X.
a written letter.
Sleep isn't their Jinx. You two are nothing alike. Not even close. Not even with all the people you've killed, not with all your fans, or people that are willing to give you a second, or third, or fourth fucking chance. The amount of pain you've caused people is a drop in the bucket compared to what she's done and what she's willing to do.
She is an infection. A disease. And she wishes to spread. To our worlds.
And people like them will get her what she wants because they're blind. If you lose me, it'll be because Sleep won.
a written letter.
Careful. You're going to make me jealous with all that "rawr" you have for her. Okay, that was bad, sorry! I know we're having a serious talk right now, but geez, your handwriting is getting harder for me to read. I had to read this twice! Maybe ease up on the pen? :P
Sign, the girl who's fighting for your love,
X.
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Sorry.
Love
Sharon
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that almost warrants a balled up and toss the letter in the trash. but jinx doesn't, she'll write back, and tries to be a little more understanding. ]
It's okay.
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it's not. ]
I can't control it. The anger, the hatred. When I think about Sleep, it's like something in me gets swallowed up. It makes my heart hurt.
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Want me to make you a life size puppet? Someone you can strangle, smash, rip, bite, and torture whenever you feel especially spicy?
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I can get as loud as I want, scream until I'm hoarse. I do it until I'm too exhausted to continue, and it usually helps.
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No, I get it. We all need our privacy.
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But I'd let you in, too. If you needed it. Rage rooms only last until everything inside is destroyed so they never last too long. I start a new one just about every month.
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If you somehow hurt yourself in those secret rage rooms on accident, let me know, okay? I don't mean scraps or minor cuts. Just the big ones. So I can swoop in and drool on you or lick you all better.
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But I promise. Even if I'm not the one who gets hurt and doesn't tell anyone. ;)
I love you.
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I love you, too.
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