Eddie's Been Sending Me Messages

I guess I haven't felt so great this week. The whole crux thing is still bothering me. I think the worst part of it is... I kind of miss him. I know... It doesn't make sense. But there is a soft side to Eddie that I just can't get out of my mind. I might even invite him to stay with me for a while.

I compiled some of his texts for you to look at. I just want you to see what I am dealing with:

Do you think I enjoyed the things I did to you? I was broken inside! I can't help what my body does. It never listens to the mind. The mind is all love and flowers and pancakes. SO MANY PANCAKES! But the body just wants to hurt and destroy. I'm trying so hard to keep it under control but... Come on... Just don't ignore me like this.

I loved the name you gave me. Eddie... Eddie, Eddie, Eddie! It's so cute. I always wanted a name other than the other thing. Who cares what it was. I wanna be Eddie now. I wanna be your Eddie. I love you.

Do you think I would still be sexy if I was dead? Like... what if I was not like gored too much or anything. Like if just enough blood came out and I was laying there naked and with my eyes open. Would you still wanna fuck me? You once said that you loved my eyes. What if my eyes were just looking at nothing... because I was dead? What do you think? Should I kill myself?

Please ignore the last bunch of messages about killing myself. I was just trying to rationalize a reason to use the new razor blades I got. I thought I was buying chewing gum. The boxes look exactly the same. I fucking wasted my money!\

If I DID kill myself, would you be sad and miss me? If not, can I have like 3 bucks for this pack of razor blades?

Sorry, I gave up and killed myself. I have no idea how I am even writing this. (Because I am dead. Dead people can't write things.)

False alarm. Not actually dead. Tried to slit wrists with chewing gum. Apparently it was gum all along. Derp.

Gawd! I miss you! I never loved anyone like you before. I promise that, if you come back, I will only hurt you a little. I'll find the softest brick in my brick collection and bash you in the face with it.

Tried to soften brick in dryer with softener sheets. Dryer broke. Plz help. Cannot afford a new one.

Good news! I dropped the dryer off at the repair agency! There was nobody there though. I left it there. Don't worry. Brick much softer now. Only mild to severe head trauma. Gawd I hate you.

I love you again! I put the brick in a pillow!

I just want butt sex today. Please come back over. Bring your dryer. I can't remember where I dropped off my broken one. I'll play you with butt sex. Thanks.

I'm crying so hard right now. Are you ever going to talk to me again? You know I can't help being crazy, right? I'm a crux. It's just a racial trait. All the bad things that I talk about doing is my stupid and confused way of saying I love you! Please don't leave me here. It's scary here. I'm all alone with MYSELF! HE FUCKED UP MY DRYER AND DROVE OFF WITH IT! FUCK!

Please call me soon. Imma blow my brains out. Bye.

Bang. Kidding. Please call.

Fapped too hard. Dick fell off. Please call.

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So that was the last one I got. I'm a bit heartbroken. I don't know what to do. Maybe I should call back. Maybe I'll do it soon. There's just something about the way he talks to me that... pulls on my heartstrings.

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The Crux and Baphomet's Response

I had an interesting week. I was very pleased (sort of) to spend time with a very unusual creature that I had never heard of. His species is referred to as a crux, and as he informed me, his entire race is completely insane. I ended up spending a total of two days with him (Wednesday and Thursday).

My friend, the crux, is a bit hard to explain. His fur was pink but had white stripes that ran across his legs, muzzle, and tail. His face resembles that of a canine but had a curl at the tips of his ears. Crux's also have a very long and round prehensile tail with the stripes going all the way to the tip. This seems to be the most prominent feature of any crux.

I cannot forget how I was first introduced to him. I told him my name and he replied, "Hi there. My name is Crux. I am a crux. You can call me Bob." I then asked him what his actual name was and he replied, "What name do you think it should be?"

I told him that I liked Bob just fine, which for some reason made him sad. I asked him what was wrong, and he said, "Why don't you want to name me?"

I then asked a question that I ended up regretting: "What happens if I give you a name?"

"Then I will hate you and do everything I can to make you suffer... but, if you don't, I will be very sad and cry a lot. Please don't make me cry."

And so... unfortunately... I called him Eddie. And as promised, he ended up hating me. It was all really confusing. Apparently Eddie was his real name (so he says), and I got punched in the face. It really hurt too and I am still suffering from it. [Sorry for not explaining myself, Miss Silky. I communicate better through my blog.]

However, the next couple of days were filled with a lot of rape play. I enjoyed that part of it. Eddie liked to mumble a lot of crazy stuff in between ramming himself into my ass. I spent much of this time collared and chained to a wall inside his bedroom. There was one amusing moment where it appeared as if Bob was fighting with Eddie. He punched himself in the face a few times and even asked me for help.

I spent a few hours awkwardly trying to get him to stop crying. He told me that Bob was always hounding him about how ugly he was, and I had to convince him that he was actually very pretty. Honestly, I was pretty frightened through much of this... but there was also a thrill to it.

On the last day, he wanted to do something very weird. He rigged up my head so that I had to suck on his dick without being able to pull off. He literally made me suck him off while he read every single word of my new book Vox Deus out loud. It took hours and hours and hours, almost the entire day. Vox Deus is over 500 pages long. During this time, I had to drink down an unthinkable amount of cum. He orgasmed a lot. I'm still trembling about the whole thing as I write this.

When it was all over, He let me go with hugs and kisses. He was acting like a girl and being all cute and touchy-feely. I didn't know how to take it. I got out as soon as I could and went home to cry. I cried for like an hour. He's been sending me text messages. No words. Just a lot of little hearts. But after all that, I do... somehow... kind of... miss him.

Anyways, back to reality. I got a response from Baphomet after the Quentin interview from last week. I promised to post it here on this blog. This may later turn into a full interview with him which will totally make my day if it happens. Anyways, here it is:

Fascinating interview. Fascinating lore. I extend a peaceful invitation to Quentin to come meet with me at The Tailhole Club. Clothing optional. Sex optional. Everything optional. Let us meet and talk. I am deeply interested in you, Quentin. Let us come together and exchange wisdom under a black light.

And so ends his response. As I wrote this, I got a message from Eddie/Bob. He's angry at me for leaving and is threatening to come kill me. A moment later he apologized. I'm considering if I should call the police. But then... maybe this is just normal for a crux. I don't know what to do. Getting a bit depressed about it.

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My Interview with Quentin

I recently got my interview with the green fox known as Quentin. It was one of the most fascinating and eye-opening conversations I have ever had. That's really all I want to say. I'll let the interview speak for itself. Enjoy!

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Buddy Tippet: All right. I first want to thank you for actually doing this with me. I've pretty much been nervous about it all week. But I think I am now prepared and ready to go. Mister Quentin [Last name omitted per request], I am going to go over 6 main points in this interview followed by a brief discussion for each. I'll try to keep the whole thing brief as I know your time is valuable. So, once again, thanks for doing this with me.

Quentin: I would like to request that you keep my last name out of the interview. I recognize there is likely only one green fox named Quentin in Scritch City, but leaving out the last name at least puts some work onto any internet sleuths seeking to harass or bother me.

BT: I've already made the edit. If there is anything else you wish omitted, I shall happily comply as long as the interview remains legible. Are you ready to begin?

Q: Yes. I believe that is the only piece of identifying information that needed to be held back.

BT: Not very much is known about you so far, other than your occasional appearances at the Railroad Club. Is there anything you want to reveal about your position within the Scritch City community?

Q: I am working under the supervision of Miss Silky. [...]

BT: So you are working directly under Miss Silky? Some might call that a high honor. She is a well-loved and highly respected person within Scritch City. May I ask how you two met? No need to get too specific. Just give us the gist.

Q: As you are aware, I arrived in this reality from Railroad Towers around the same time you did. My point of arrival was on her property, in a secure facility. I was then arrested for trespassing, and learned who owned the building. I sent Miss Silky a message about where I had shown up, and it piqued her interest sufficiently to drop the charges. I was invited to meet her shortly afterward.

BT: Yes, and I think my next question ties well into what you just told me. Regardless of what you and I consider to be the truth, I've been told that you are originally from Scritch City, but your opening statement rather suggests you are from this alternate universe. Can you tell me what you know of the place called Railroad Towers?

Q: Sadly, Railroad Towers no longer exists. An entity, possibly its creator destroyed it. I, and several others, including yourself were permitted to avoid destruction. This entity destroyed Railroad Towers because of a conflict I and Baphomet were involved in. The universe we call Railroad Towers was of course, far more than the Railroad Towers building, however the relevant events of your blog and my history occurred there. I had moved into the building allowing my mother to retire with me.

BT: That's interesting. I have no memory of Railroad Towers being destroyed. I kind of remember something from it, but a lot of it feels like a dream. Yet there is no denying that the blogs I wrote there seem to still be a part of an account written within the timeline of Scritch City. It was like I wrote them while I was here even though none of it made any sense within the context of this world. But I digress, the last thing I remember was being eaten by something underneath a bed. What was it like in your final moments in Railroad Towers?

Q: Anxious. I woke up with my girlfriend only to see the darkness of oblivion creeping out from the walls, swallowing everything. I brought the few people I could along with me to the safe place. For some time I wondered if we were actually safe, as it seemed as though I was floating in the darkness of uncreation for a time before arriving here.

BT: Really this is extremely fascinating. It's like meeting [a] brother I never knew I had. I have been obsessed about where I came from or if Railroad Towers was even real. Perhaps we can discuss the topic more deeply soon, but I am going to move on to my next point. Is there something in life that you are looking for specifically?

Q: I suppose this answer can be defined either as specific, or vague. I am seeking stability.

BT: Can I ask for a little elaboration?

Q: Of course. Multiple events across the span of time between my stay in Railroad Towers, and now in Scritch City have dramatically altered my perspective of the order of reality. My previous ignorance of this information, and impotence led to the destruction of Railroad Towers. I intend to be neither ignorant, nor impotent going forward.

BT: That seems to me to be a noble goal. May I ask what your plans for the future are? In generalized terms such as business, pleasure, or both?

Q: I am involved in the development of several prototype products that will be coming to market relatively soon. As for pleasure, I am a recent adherent of The Fairy Ermine, and wish to explore that relationship through relations with others.

BT: Oh, I hear you there. I don't know if you are aware, but I wrote a fairy tale about her in one of my books, b.t. Sorry for the shameless plug there. I had to do it. Anyways, that is good that you seem to be on track for things. There are two more points I want to cover before we end the interview.  I'm just curious. What exactly is your beef with Baphomet?

Q: In your blog "The Strange and Otherworldly Dresden" you encountered, and made a deal with Dresden. So did I. At the time I was in a desperate situation, and I was ignorant of the consequences. I had been tricked. Baphomet was Dresden's agent, and was a tool for springing this trap on me. I have not encountered Dresden in Scritch City, at least, not yet. However I can only suspect that if Baphomet is here, Dresden must be involved.

This deal eventually created a cascade of events that the entity [I] mentioned before could not ignore, and thus chose to end the conflict without resolution, and destroyed Railroad Towers. As far as I am concerned, Dresden and Baphomet are guilty of the destruction of my origin universe. They know I will not allow them to get away with that.

BT: But do you really think that this is the same Baphomet you knew from Railroad Towers?

Q: I have examined the two possibilities and came to the following conclusion: If he is not, let it be up to him to make the next move and seek reconciliation of the matter.

BT: I'll leave it at that then. The last question you may or not wish to participate in, but I figured I'd go ahead and approve it for the session. Do you have any final statements or perhaps a question for me? I want it give you the opportunity to express yourself to the fullest.

Q: I do have one final statement. I have been contacted by the person that you have spoken to through text mentioned in "The Mystery Interview and a New Book!" It is my hope that he approaches me soon. I am very eager to see him again.

Off the record, I am fine with having another interview in the future, provided you allow me to have some privacy, and don't talk about me in your blog without my consent.

BT: I will respect your wishes. Thank you very much, Mister Quentin. Hope you have a good day.

Q: You as well, have a good one.

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Green Fox News and Book Update

I have been given permission to interview the green fox. I will be releasing his name in a statement he sent to me last week. I am, to say the least, a bit uncomfortable now. The statement he gave was riddled with so many accusations and filled with such strong ire that I questioned whether or not I should release it at all. But I think I may have locked myself into a situation that will burst uncontrollably if I fail to intervene in some way. This statement needs to come out with some context to go with it. Additionally, I shall have my interview shortly and can perhaps expound upon this situation.

I talked to Miss Silk about this before I made the ultimate decision to release. She is a very thoughtful person in matters like these. She explained that the green fox (soon to be named) had made the call to identify himself and his agenda, and that it should be his right to do so. And as I had offered to make his statements public, I bear some of the responsibility. I agree.

The release of this statement could very well stir up trouble in Scritch City. I am aware of this. Miss Silky is aware of this. So we are all going into this knowing full and well what the results will be. This green fox is obviously newsworthy. I sensed it. Miss Silky confirmed it. He deserves to have his say, and I shall now give it to him.

The following is the opening statement given to me to be displayed on this blog prior to our official interview:

I would like to explain my situation, as I am sure the readers have pieced together a significant amount of information themselves. Yes, my name is Quentin. I am the same Quentin mentioned by name in the "Hello There~" blog. At the time I was approached by Buddy Tippet, I was not aware that Baphomet existed in Scritch City, however I was suspicious of the possibility that other potential threats were lurking around. I believed at the time the best means of protecting myself would be to deny the interview. In the "Scritch City at a Glance" blog, I learned that Baphomet was in fact in Scritch City. This revelation has required a change in my strategy.

The ramifications of this information are as follows:
Baphomet knows of the blog, as seen in "Hello There~"
Baphomet could easily piece together my identity based on "Sadly Denied"
Therefore Baphomet knows who I am.
Baphomet knows Miss Silky. 
Baphomet knows what goes on in West Scritch City.
Baphomet has not encountered me in his territory, nor received any reports of me living within it.
Therefore Baphomet knows I am in East Scritch City.
Baphomet knows my personality. 
Therefore Baphomet knows my intentions. (The audience can likely assume it as well.)

I know that Baphomet knows who I am.
I know that Baphomet can determine with little effort where I live.
I know that Baphomet knows I am not one to forgive him.
I know that Baphomet knows I am not the gullible person I was before.
I know that Baphomet knows that he lacks a connection to me.
I know that Baphomet does not control Miss Silky.
I know that Baphomet knows that Miss Silky has me under her control.

We shall see who Fate favors.

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Now that we know the identity of the green fox, that being Quentin, I wish to extend an invitation to Baphomet to speak on his behalf. I am very willing to receive either an interview or a statement that I can post on his behalf. I only ask that everyone in this somewhat tense situation remains calm. I don't want an incident.

I shall also be available, if necessary, to speak about my former blogs, which were written during my time in Railroad Towers. I know this all seems a bit confusing, but it is my hope that some clarity can be found in all of this. I can be contacted through this blog or through Miss Silky by way of the Railroad Club. Let's keep it civil.

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In the interest of promoting my writing endeavors, I wanted to take a moment to talk a little bit about my newest book Vox Deus. This is the longest book I have ever published. It is exactly 100 chapters and filled to the brim with every sexual kink I thought I could get away with. The world of Corium is based upon the concept of masters and slaves, where sex and hedonism is their way of life. I poured a lot of my naughtiness into the writing of this book. I hope you will give it a try.

You can find information on Vox Deus below. I shall also post a cover for you, but, like last time, it probably won't render properly. Not sure why my blogging software keeps doing that. Anyways, more to come next week. Cheers.

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