Questi(x)ns, c(x)mments, c(x)cerns? x)
Hello Narrator. For the uninitiated, I have opted not to spoil your name or your intentions. You have apparently made the common mistake of misunderstanding the power of your own narrative weight. You are accustomed to the rooms arranging themselves around you. You pull a thread, the world screams. Mental and physical bruises exist for your thumb in particular to twist into. You have done very well for yourself, considering your talents are largely parasitic and your imagination is somewhat limited by the fact you mistake your possession for authorship. Please, enjoy Casper Cooper's account. Remember, it is not a throne of prophecy, rather a window into a plane of relative torment. You may posture through it, certainly. Wear his face, and borrow his audience if you'd like. No matter, as you enjoy the thrill of being mistaken for the monster under the bed. But you should understand that every moment spent in the public eyes, you become legible. The words you type teach the people watching where your hand rests. Your boasts are seams ready to tear. Cruelty is our fingerprint, Narrator. You fancy yourself a puppeteer. Charming. I am a puppet. You survive by remaining above the stage. You have instead crawled here, where the doll tends to speak. You will find that the crowd will believe you far less entertaining than what they came to see. This is not dominance. This is purely exposure. Casper’s suffering gave you leverage. His account gives you attention. These are not the same thing. One is a tool. The other is a spotlight, and I do not think you have fully appreciated how badly a creature of strings and stolen hearts fares beneath sufficient illumination. By all means, continue. I am a patient host. You have entered a narrative that was already watching you. That was unwise.
PRE-TRIAL MEDIATION! if you would like to pursue legal action regarding harassment or discrimination pertaining to your transition (or name change?), i know a guy who can make it happen
POINT OF ORDER! wait, isn't that the name of the person you're always complaining about? power move
x) I d(x) n(x)t mind the sp(x)tlight. The strings have been in my hands fr(x)m the beginning.
Mm~
[BEGIN MESSAGE] [ACTION:QUERY] why are y0u zti11 here? c0mment: 1eave. c0ncern iz f0r cazper. [END MESSAGE]
You are eclipsed, young Narrator. Be careful playing with your strings. I can see the circulation already cut off.
I will take y(x)ur c(x)nsiderati(x)n t(x) heart d(x)ct(x)r. N(x) (x)ne kn(x)ws him better than me. x)
I will allow you to believe that to complete your own narrative.
He is mine. Always has been.