Oct the Thirteenth – Untitled Bigfoot Project (134/224)

Oct the Thirteenth

Quite frankly, I’m appalled. I just wrote the most fucked up thing I have ever written. I thought the bigfoots’ nesting ground with the forest bride in the middle was bad, but… but then I kept digging, kept exploring the story which came to me from somewhere else. And then I learned.

Oh god, did I ever learn.

There are no female bigfoots, there are only “the creatures” and the forest bride, and they dance with the forest bride. Every morning the biggest and strongest dances with the forest bride, and then maybe the others do too, but… good Christ, part of me hopes nobody reads this book. It’s so fucking gruesome, I almost can’t help but laugh. It’s not a healthy laughter, though. It’s definitely a dissociative laughter. I didn’t make this up, the idea just came to me. Yeah, totally buddy. Uh-huh. Cripes, ‘man. I really don’t know where it came from… eugh. Tori’s going to have some serious fucking questions for me, I can tell you that much.

Although, I sort of have to admit, in a way it fits the book. Like, The Face of Fear is kind of remotely about how fear is just this ugly thing that goes away when you face it, and the bigfoots are supposed to be, like, the anthropomorphisation of fear, although the more I write about them the more they just seem like the most terrible thing you can imagine. So I guess, in a way, they are the embodiment of fear… or, actually, yeah, that’s kind of perfect. They’re the embodiment of not true fear, but the feeling of fear, that horrible nasty feeling that seems like it cannot possibly be overcome, that seems to be the end of all things, y’know? They should be horrible and gruesome, to really get the point across… right?

Oh Journal, if only you could read what I wrote. Good Christ, you’d never let me write in you again.

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I’m not done writing yet, I feel like I need to keep going just to get the taste of the forest bride’s dancing out of my mouth. Good god it was awful, I almost can’t stop laughing. I just needed to step away for a second. I’m’a go back now.

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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Long days and pleasant nights~

This has been the next journal entry from Untitled Bigfoot Project. Here is everything you need to know about it:

Untitled Bigfoot Project

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