A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

The next day at coffee, I visited the spawn chamber again. Though some parts of the story remained untold, I was not interested in telling them. Her story ended, however vaguely. I wanted to know what they talked about at the meeting of all the beings in Rebecca’s universe. I wondered just how many of the video messages she left for me, but the laptop was an immortal object of the room, like the size of it and place in space. The best course of action was to call out phrases and words that might trigger those video messages. This made me wonder if Rebecca, or more possibly Crimmy, recorded any sexual videos for me. It had to have crossed her mind, though I chose to try something else first. “Did you leave because you were angry at me?” I asked, but nothing played. Maybe that was too complex. “You left.” With that, she appeared on the screen alone with a serious look. “I know you’ll try to blame yourself for my departure, but stop being so selfish,” she said. “It wasn’t Finn’s idea or...

I arrived at the library on the following Monday to find Rebecca sitting atop a bookshelf, overlooking the library. It took me a second to realize that it wasn’t really Rebecca but Shadowbecca. Dividing herself was a slippery slope to actually splitting her mind like me. She could create versions of herself to make certain things easier, but the danger came from the clones becoming self-realized. I decided to test the reality of these copies. I floated up and sat next to Shadowbecca. “Do you speak, or did Rebecca make you mute to make sure you could stealth around?” I asked, but no response came. Minutes passed as I waited for Rebecca to run in and force me between her legs to mingle our beasts, but nothing occurred. I drifted off into a memory of Tiarto’s story and pondered how I could bring him to the world stage. “I can speak,” Shadowbecca said, focusing me back to the library. I looked around, but it was just the two of us. What was Rebecca doing that was so important that she di...

When I came back the next day, Rebecca was sitting in the library at the desk while feeding Finn the mouse some snacks. I hesitated creating a form. She wanted me to relive past insanity and tell her of the mistakes I’ve made when dealing with Finn’s development. Granted, Finn arrived into my mind knowing full well what he was. He had influence over my mind, and thus exposed my thoughts when I talked to him in the story. I sat drinking coffee again, with Rebecca’s notebook, and the first notebook of Finnelgamin. What could this accomplish? “Jack?” Rebecca asked of the room. Perhaps she timed when I’d be back based on the time my work started. For all she knew, I was stuck in the commute, or didn’t have time to write with her this morning. As if to respond to my thoughts, she met my eyes so sure of herself that I had to check I was still invisible. “I know that you’re already here. It’s this kind of electric feeling in the air I’ve felt once or twice when I was alone. At first, I just ...