Introductions

I suppose the accurate way to introduce myself would be to tell you that I am an observer.

Once I was merely an employee in a library, whiling away the hours organising the many shelves of books. One day I came across a suspicious looking youth.

The girl would step between the aisles of books hesitantly, would frequently look around corners before stepping out into the open. A level of paranoia that showed she believed in the possibility of attack at any moment, a paranoia that to the casual eye would appear as a potential miscreant up to no good.

The only time she began to feel more at ease was when she made use of the library’s open-to-public computers, something I am now aware of as a shared trait amongst bloggers.

Perhaps it is as theorised; a compulsion brought on by the effects of encountering The Fears? Or perhaps the companionship of similar victims brings a sense of calm? …perhaps it is both?

 It will have to be something else I observe, but I am getting ahead of myself.

The girl did not linger, in her haste she had abandoned –or left intentionally- a completed notebook.

My original plan was to deliver it to our lost and found, but I felt a sense of wonder as I looked at the worn and beaten cover, gazed at the symbols scratched into it.

I took it with me and delved into the contents, she had been using it as her support between reaching computers. Some pages were simply times logged in, no doubt an attempt to notice any possible lost time.

Other pages were simply a typical diary for her to vent some of this horror off her chest.

While the remainder pages detailed what she had seen and discovered of each of The Fears so far, her experiences being on the run, along with a collection of website urls, resources for her to continue learning and surviving.

She referred to her main danger as “A chorus of delusions.” My studies lead me to believe that she is referring to what many would call “The Choir.”

It was through this journal that I discovered the existence of these beings beyond our complete comprehension. Entities to which our laws, morals and physics did not apply to.

My curiosity was peaked and my pursuit of more knowledge led me to my own encounter. For you see, it had stopped being a simple interest, it had become my obsession.

I had been telegraphing my obsessed investigating so clearly that the one referred to as EAT retaliated.

…no, retaliated gives our species far too much credit.

It was more like how a human would lazily swat at their arm upon feeling a fly land upon it. No thought, no care, just a minor distraction.

Maybe that still gives us too much credit; to even imply that we are a distraction to them? But I digress.

It was by luck that I had momentarily abandoned the water I had poured at work, and that a parched colleague would pick it up.

We were the only two on break at that time, I watched as the infected body struggled to adapt to the sudden ownership of a bipedal form; legs shaking as it slowly slumped into a sitting posture on the floor.

A more cautiously prepared individual would have ran and not looked back, but I saw my moment to truly discover the depths of what I was witnessing.

I sat down on a chair in front of the infected individual; I stared at it and watched as its vacant eyes slowly looked back to me.

I greeted it with “hello there” the most I got was it managing to stutter out “hel” eight times and “th” a further five times.

I audibly displayed admiration to it, explained that I had heard it took far more of the “ink” that replaces water to reach even this stage. I wondered aloud to it whether this was a concentrated dosage or if EAT was getting stronger.

It tried repeating my first sentence again, but mixing in random syllables from my other words, still adjusting to our minds, our way of speaking.

Much to my misfortune, I got no further than seeing it begin to actually formulate complete sentences with its imitations of my words. Suited men entered the room and took it away, showing different government identifications to me and claiming the “suspect” was in possession of dangerous toxins and was a high-priority threat.

I accepted their story, knowing full well that I had encountered one of the organisations that try to fix problems with these types of situations.

That was two months ago, since then I have been far more careful with studies. I am now here to gather even more information; particularly I plan to investigate why the actions of each Fear differ from individual to individual.

In doing so I will gladly dive more into the understanding of time and space, explore the potential of different universes and of this ‘dimensional bleeding’.

In the end I shall discover as much as possible about The Fears, I would like to think that I may revolutionise the field of science…simply by actively researching and documenting all I can on the existence of these eldritch beings.

My greetings to all who come to this blog, you may call me Dr. Clover.

I am here to observe, learn and fight.