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WELCOME, ALEXANDER ARDOYLE.

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CASE ID 77054118965054

STATUS: ACTIVE

CRIMINAL DETAILS:

NAME: VENUS BLUDAY

AGE: 1108 YRS.

SEX: N/A

BLOOD TYPE: A-

SPECIES: HOMO SAPIEN SAPIEN

DESCRIPTION: Rosy. Sandy blond hair. Pale. Taller than previously reported (approx. 5'10"). Thin, approx. 145 pounds. Pale pink clothing. Long bangs.

CASE DETAILS:

SUSPECT ORIGINALLY MADE CONTACT WITH VASSALS OF ID #00000000000003 (SEE PG. 3 FOR DETAILS) SOMETIME IN BETWEEN 5/5/25 AND 10/24/25. SUSPECT IS BELIEVED TO HAVE BEEN TRICKED OR CONVINCED TO ATTEMPT TO SUMMON ID #00000000000000003. WHILE ATTEMPT FAILED, SUSPECT IS BELIEVED TO BE IN POSSESSION OF POWERFUL ARTIFACT TAKING FORM OF MIRROR (CASE ID #0000889655553309).

SUSPECT CONTINUES TO GO OFF GRID FROM 10/24/25 UNTIL 5/16/26. PSYCHIC HIGH SCHOOL TO BE THOROUGHLY INVESTIGATED AND PIPELINES MUST BE INSPECTED. SUSPECT MENTIONED A LABYRINTH IN PREVIOUS LETTERS TO SCHOOL. INVESTIGATE SCHOOL FOR MAZE-LIKE STRUCTURES.

FOR AGENT SAFETY, REMAIN ON OBSERVATION PROTOCOL. SUSPECT CONSIDERED NON THREATENING, HOWEVER OTHERWORLDLY PROTECTION MAY BE PRESENT.

Whatever happens, do not let him come back to this world. I'm talking to you, reader. Whoever you are. He will bring upon Armageddon. Do. Not. Let. Them. Summon. Him.

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Hello folks, the coveted double post is immanent. Washaa! Kablooey!

Ahem, excuse me. To @Madeline Moss, I wish I could help you, believe me, I do. I cannot say I recall any changes as of late. If there's anything you need, feel free to shoot a letter my way. Trust me, I'll see it. Don't worry, I won't post the contents of your letter here. It seemed far too personal.

On another note, I was hoping somebody on staff could assist me. A desperately needed expansion is needed to my watchtower. You see, there are simply too many letters for me to hold in my little bitty tower now. If one could be so generous as to, erm, "hit me up" as they say, about possible expansions, you know where to find me.

Speaking of which, people have been sending letters in bulk in order to increase their odds of me seeing it. While clever, this only clogs my queue further. From now on, unless it is an absolute emergency, every letter you send must be unique in some way.

Yeesh, I should get more organized.

Unfortunately, my sweet sweet goldfish has passed away. He might have been super vicious, actually, but I don't know what he was trying to say in between all the psychic attacks being thrown my way.

Anyways, the mail man was not happy with how many letters I had to toss. Gave me an earful outside the door about wasting paper and how my enterprise (that's the word he used) costs the school thousands. Load of baloney, I say.

On another note, I've been taking a break from my more...occult interests. I wish not to speak anymore on it, lest the being in my head comes back.

Finally, and this is the most important thing, can we please stop messing with the net of time. If time is a bug net, what you are all doing with this temporal stuff is poking a knife into it. Eventually, you'll all fall through. Your mind will rend in two. Your soul will become millions, then fuse into one, over and over. Your body will span the universe and at the same time nowhere at all. You will melt, and become one with the underlying fabric of reality. Basically, it will not be pleasant. So don't wail for death if that happens. I warned you.

Fun fact:

There are only 3 frequencies that can be heard by the anti-matter beings. I would tell you what they are, but they are too dangerous to talk about.


With tons of love

V the poet.

Yeesh, been quite a while, eh?

Don't fear, my dear readers, for you shall all receive letters soon!

Yes, the letters you've been receiving from me the past few months are unfortunately fake. I know, boohoo. Don't cry to me though.

That's why, to prevent mischievous fakers from taking my identity, every letter and post will be followed by a fun fact.

Here's an example:

Bees perform elaborate dancing rituals to communicate amongst each other.

Pretty cool, eh?

(For the record, not all of these facts may be true. Please don't fact check me, or I will send a mindflayer to dismantle your existence.)

I need a quick second to gather my bearings. Expect an influx of posts soon, probably two or three a day, for a bit.

Today's letter comes from Robert R.

Robert says:

"WHY HELLO, V THE POET! Ahem, sorry, needed to clear my throat.

V, my question for you is, where have you been? Also, how tall are you? If I'm taller than you you have to send me a picture of you! Okay bye!

-Robert R"

What an...eccentric letter. (Clear your throat...really?) Well, to answer your first question, I went on a brief retreat to the tenebral dimension to greater hone my knowledge in an attempt to gain omnipotence. Seeing as I have no clue what happened during my leave, it's clear it did not, in fact, work. For the second question, I am between the size of a baby and the planet ART-78X. Hope this gives you a helpful clue to this gripping issue.

I will discuss a very important matter in my next post, so please stay tuned.

Hello, hello again, and farewell,

V the Poet.

No new entries because nothing really interesting has happened. I'm just resting, writing, and enjoying my summer.

I'll keep you all updated, though


-V the poet

Coming from a family that is very social, it was nice to finally get to be alone at this school. For once, all is quiet, at least where I live, and I don't have to exhaust my self socializing.

Still, it was almost a relief when I got a knock on my door today. I thought it was the mailman, but it was just Sean giving me my book back.

I can't say we're friends, but we're definitely acquaintances. I sometimes feel like I'm wasting away, atrophy eating my muscles and leaving nothing but a husk behind. But I'm beginning to realize I have quite a few aquaintences at psyhigh. It actually feels nice, knowing I have a small social circle, even if I never go out.

Orion ranch was relaxing, and a very productive vacation for me, I must say. I wrote tens of thousands of letters while I was there, all while getting some much needed sun and air. A real weight lifted off my shoulders. Feels good.

Seems like summer session started a while ago. I have no summer classes, but the new faces mean more letters than ever before. I'm lucky I love doing what I do. Weird I'm going into sophomore year soon. I remember being a kid.

I.... remember a lot of things. The mirror, it calls to me. I can't stop looking at it. I now know the faces I see are my past lives. Seems I was isolated in those lives too. Its enchanting, but terrifying, gazing at my many reflections. Am I possessed? Cursed? Would Abselsius do such a thing?

I suppose if I can think about it, I'm not being controlled. Summer boredom, unfortunately, has hit hard. I had a pretty good idea for a story, about a boy with supreme psychic abilities navigating life in junior high along with an interesting group of friends, but that idea was already taken by two different Japanese people.


-V the Poet

Time flies, huh


I'll try to slow it down next time, ok?

I'm sorry

And once again, he steps into the ring!


The crowd goes wild!!! It's V the Poet!!!


Man, that was an awesome dream.


I'm back though.

Hey

Been a bit

Finals for psyhigh are taking a toll on me


But hey

Its not all bad


I still have Abselsius

I quickly assemble the candles, gently placing them around the runic symbol painted on the floor. I go around the circle of candles, seven in total, quickly flicking them on using a spell I mutter under my breath.

I've done this a hundred times already. While I do this, my brain swirls with possibilities. I have to choose my questions very carefully. It'll be a whole week before I can try again. I shuffle towards my bag, rummaging through the many pockets of loose paper to find it.

Bingo. The mirror. When I feel it, a chill runs up my fingertips. I carefully pull it out, looking at it. The mirrors handle is beautiful, encrusted with a myriad of small, sparkling gem stones that glimmer in the night. The mirror itself is perfectly reflecting my face right now. I look dirty, like I was just in a fight. Terrible hair day, I suppose.

I tilt the mirror slightly, adjusting my grip to hold it more securely. To drop this would destroy everything I've worked for. When I tilt it, the reflection changes, almost seamless in the glow of twilight. It shows a younger version of me. Not too much younger, maybe two or three years back. My hair isn't nearly as long, or as messy. I get lost in the reflection, and I tilt it some more. I skip many many years. I'm no longer myself, but a past life of mine. I see a girl, a tall, sweet girl, one forced to smile and laugh due to the trauma she was forced to endure. I know much about her. I tilt it more, I see a boy, not to dissimilar to me. They are gaunt, their eyes sinking to the bottoms of the earth. I know much of them too. I tilt it even more, I can barely see the reflection now. I can just barely make out the tired but bright eyes of the third figure. They are blond, short, and full of life, despite their exhaustion. This one...I know little of.

I grit my teeth as I look away from what I have lost. No use thinking about that now. I need to summon him. I look at myself, the present version of myself again. This time, I'm in the middle of the rune. I chant a chant I've said so many times I could say it in my sleep.

When I finish the chant, the world around me fades away, a shrewd darkness eating my reality from under me. I feel cold, but also burning and tingling, as this darkness feeds it's way through me. My head. My heart. My throat. My body. It churns through me, causing me to radiate sensations. No pain. No pleasure. Just sensation of pure chaos. I have to force myself to stare at the dark, to disregard my mortal fears and thoughts, and do what my body screams not to do. I can't feel the ground under me. In fact, I can't feel my legs. My life is nearly fading away as I try with all my human willpower to not join the darkness. And then, I see him.

I see Abselsius' eyes glaring back at mine. All struggle immediately fades. The darkness is no longer a force of opposition, as Abselsius is controlling it. I relax, easing my muscles as the chaos wraps around me. And then I stare back at Abselsius. I once felt great fear looking at him. But not anymore. I have never seen his true form, but I have seen small bits. He appears to take the form of some kind of enormous beast. I can't say what it is, as I've only ever seen small bits for mere fractions of seconds. I see his eyes now, his body fully hidden, and I find comfort in them. For a few moments, nothing happens.

And then Abselsius speaks. "STATE YOUR PURPOSE, MORTAL" his voice booms, causing small vibrations to ring through my body. He speaks with power and confidence. Despite his large, imposing eyes, he cannot see me yet. I know this.

"It's me. Your follower. I'm here, just like I said I'd be."

"AH, ITS YOU, MORTAL. ASK YOUR QUESTIONS, WHILE IM STILL AMUSED."

"Okay...so, I isolated myself, as you asked me to do. I got 7 candles as well, and your Mirror, the one that lets me see the past, present, and future. Why aren't we together yet?"

"MORTAL, YOU SURELY MUST JEST. YOU NEED THE CANDLES OF SEVEN HUES, FOUND IN THE MAZE OF THE UNDERWORLD. YOU ONLY HAVE A FRACTION OF MY MIRROR AS WELL. YOU HAVE NOT COMPLETED THE RITUAL, THE ONE THAT WILL UNITE YOU AND I ONCE AND FOR ALL. YOU ARE FAR FROM DONE."

"What....why didn't you tell me that??"

"YOU NEVER ASKED, MORTAL. A SEVERE MISTAKE ON YOUR PART."

"...if I do this, we WILL actually be united forever, right?

"NEED I REMIND YOU WHY IM DOING THIS? I MADE A PROMISE TO YOU. WHILE IT MAY BE OUT OF LOVE FOR YOU, IT IS OUT OF OBLIGATION THAT I MUST ASSIST YOU. AND WHILE OUR BOND IS CLOSE, NO MORTAL HAS EVER WISHED TO UNITE WITH ME IN THE SPIRIT REALM. SO YES, MORTAL. WE WILL."

"but...you must share some affection to me, right?" I'm in despair. My heart nearly broke because of his last words. I need confirmation, or else I won't be able to continue going.

"I WOULD NOT HAVE MADE THAT PROMISE, HAD I NOT A BOND WITH YOU MORTAL."

Crap, I wasted a bunch of questions. Only two left. "So...where can I find this maze, and the mirror?"

"I CANNOT SIMPLY TELL YOU WHERE THE ARE, BUT THEY ARE NEAR, MORTAL. NEAR THE PLACE WHERE THE YOUTH LEARN THE FORBIDDEN MAGICKS. WHERE YOU ATTEND."

Very nice, one last question.

"...Why do you feel a bond with me?"

"IT IS NOT YOU, MORTAL. NOT THIS VERSION OF YOU. IT IS THE LIVES YOU ONCE LIVED I BOND WITH. YOU ARE MERELY A CONGLOMERATION OF ALL MY PREVIOUS MORTAL BONDS, NOW WITH A NEW ENERGY MIXED IN. I MUST GO, MY TIES TO THIS REALM GROW WEAK. SEEK THE MAZE, VENUS BLUDAY, AND WE SHALL SOON SPEAK AGAIN."

The moment he finishes saying this, everything goes back to normal. My body jolts in surprise. I question, but relish, his words.

I have a mission. Find the candles. Find the mirror. Become one with Abselsius.

What could go wrong?

I missed it.

I can't believe I missed it.

I jolt awake. I was trying to nod off, experiencing an exhausting day of paperwork and other boring junk. I was thinking. Thinking. Nothing but thinking. All I could do was think. About my life. About my failures. I'm not sure why I thought about it. I try to forget. Forget that day. But that's when I remembered it. I forgot that it was yesterday. I immediately shouted, my voice slightly cracking as my eyes nearly explode out from their sockets. My eyes begin to burn as my messy hair irritates my iris. I feel an incredible rage, but also fear, sadness, guilt. I am panting. Gasping for air. I latch onto the sheet, frantically whipping my head around, as if there's anything I could do. After the initial burst of emotion, I felt a sense of worthlessness. Almost self-pity. There's no way I could sleep now. I slowly dragged myself out of my covers, feeling like hundreds of pounds of metal as I rip them off my body. I'm sweaty, cold, as if I had a night terror. I'm calming down. My heart rate is slowing down, beating slowly, rhythmically. I plant my feet in the ground, and take a few hobbled steps towards the window. I'm wearing a baggy tee and some sweats. I forgot to change into sleeping clothes. I grip the railing on the patio, the stainless steel causing chills in my back. I look out. The Ranch is darker, now, the suns setting a few hours ago. I look down, and I gaze upon the wide open pastures, full of small dots. Little specks of livestock. Little green spots of trees. The planet is flat, so I can see for miles. The moons hang overhead, faintly illuminating the large blue planet in the reaches of space. There are a few, dim lights below, barely visible from where I am. It is silent, but I know down there, unseen bugs are chirping their songs in the grass.

If only I brought it. It might have counted. But it's too late. I go back to my bed, specifically to the small nightstand next to it. On it, my phone is sitting, charging as it always is. I grab it, wrenching it from its port and unlocking it, the bright digital light slightly blurring my vision. Instead of going to my journal, as I usually do, I go to the camera roll. I tap on the various folders and collections of photos, intently looking for the ones I'm searching for. I found them. Im scrolling now. Looking at her. Her eyes. Her face. Her smile.

She's at our old home. She's holding a book, the title not visible. The velvety red cover contrasting perfectly with her bright green eyes. She's smiling, grinning. She's happy. It's her birthday. I gave her a book. It was a long time ago, and many memories are lost. It was yesterday. Her birthday was yesterday. And I missed it. I keep scrolling. Now she's at the beach, a beautiful sunset and bright blue waves behind her. Now she's in a tent, which she set up herself. A lantern lights up her face, which is smeared in dirt. Now she's. Nevermind. I scrolled too far. I immediately throw my phone away, a weak thud sounding from the opposite wall. I slam my fists on the bed. I'm tearing up. I miss her. I miss people.

It's not fair. It's not fair that I have to be alone. Nothing can replace her. My loneliness eats me whole.