Today I woke up to Scruff licking my face. I suddenly sat up and he was so excited to see me that he kept running in and out of my room as fast as he could until he finally launched himself onto my bed and licked me all morning.
I am so happy Iktomi, there is no love so pure and honest as that of a dog. Did I ever tell you that he is a German Shepherd and Border Collie mix? Haha he is always trying to herd and protect me simultaneously.
I was going to search again for the door but will do that tomorrow. Today I just want to spend with Scruff
So the Scientypes are not too happy with the appearance of Scruff into their controlled environment. In fact they are quite disturbed by it. To Kumiko the appearance of Scruff has washed away much of the gloom and fear she feels within this place. It marks a turning point for her where she shifts and begins to see that which is most important to her.
We sent Mr Zippers to you before and today we are sending a boy to keep you company. His name is Milkdrop as he is a... peculiar pale boy as you will see. He may be a bit odd but he should be able to help you find the door.
Please do as he says... if it seems sensible? Ah now we take risks to test things.
We don't know how your dog managed to get there, nor the Rabbits for that matter. They tell me this... process... is new and has a few things to sort out. We think it would be best for you to stay away from Scruff and the Rabbits as well as anything else you encounter there that we didn't send purposely.
I should let you know that we have been sending over things that convert well. Hmm how to explain. The Robo insects for example, their nature allows them to be translated... ah it's not important and I really am not sure this is a topic I am allowed to speak about anyway. This is a very serious matter Kumiko, please find the door soon.
|Imogen sewing her pigeon disguise|
|Kumiko discovers her mothers sewing room|
I went upstairs today and found myself as I used to be. I saw myself hiding and fearful in one room and in another it was a different sort of me. It was my sensual side that I hide, but I could see all the little hooks trying to pull me, control me or expose me. The pressures from all sides to be this way or that.
In another room I found my mother's sewing machine and as I turned there behind me was Mr Zippers… but changed horribly. He was like a caricature of combined toys trying to gain my trust. He had tried to incorporate a jack in the box from my childhood but also possessed hooks that were tied to his paws.
He unzipped his mouth and told me the hooks would keep us together and hurt only a moment. I screamed and suddenly Scruff was there and they fought. Scruff was unstoppable and tore Mr Zippers into pieces, his parts strewn around the room.
I don't know what happened to Mr Zippers here, but he became warped and somehow manipulated.
You used to say "I" in your letters Iktomi, yet now you always say "we" but you don't mean me and you.
Who is looking over your shoulder?
|The death of Mr Zippers|