This is Pocky again. I realize this blog needs another update due to the awakening of a certain Mr. Welldone and the following assumptions that our dear Nukey will be around to challenge and troll those who claim to be mysterious entities.
Unfortunately, tomorrow is Christmas, and for those of you who may not remember, or were not here previously, Christmas is the most interesting time of year for us all. Mostly for Nukey, however.
He’s currently absent, but seeing as I am his transcriptionist, perhaps I can give you the update myself.
A few days ago I found Nukey after he’d been missing for roughly a week laying in a large metal trash container. Those huge square ones you find in alleys and what not. The poor sod was white as a sheet and shivering and barely even conscious, so his lacky Soupy and I dragged him back to his condo downtown. He was light though; likely because he hadn’t eaten in days.
When we got him there I knew he’d need a bath of some sort, due to being covered in blood and other questionable filth. I expected the sudden submersion into his large marble bath full of water to awaken his senses a bit, but I didn’t expect it to scare the living daylights out of him the way it did.
Immediately he began to shriek and thrash and attack us, until Soupy and I had to hold him down by all four of his limbs and scrub the blood and dried heroin from his body, while he screamed for his mother and cried. He didn’t calm down for hours, even when I tried to pacify him with a bottle of liquor, and just kept shouting that there was a woman with him in the water and that she was going to drag him to hell. He was hyperventilating so much I was afraid he was going to suffocate.
Finally after we drained the water and dragged him to his bed he stopped screaming, but I think it was just because he’d worn his voice out by then, and at that point he curled up into a ball and wept for god knows how long, as I passed out long before morning.
When I did wake up, however, he was gone again, but there was a trail of black feathers and blood leading into the foyer.
He vanished again, and I still haven’t found him, although I’m very worried, as it is very cold and snowy outside. I shall keep you all updated, however, and if anyone does spot him, I do hope they take him in until the end of December when he should obliterate his brain cells with drugs and alcohol until he finally passes out and forgets whatever nightmares are tormenting him.
-Pocky, signing off.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Categories: Uncategorized . Tags: bath, blood, December, feathers, heroin, mother, nightmares, nukey, snowy . Author: Nukey . Comments: 4 Comments