Thursday, October 27, 2022

Vixxie Tales #9

I'm so sorry about that huge blackout for blogs. I had no actual way to write any. Surly's laptop broke. Well, broke is a bad word for it. It was completely destroyed from what looked like bullets. It didn't even turn on anymore.

Surly spent a lot of time trying to get parts of it out. The information was still in there, but it was all mangled up. I stood by him the whole time and helped like a nurse during a complicated surgery. He was very grumpy during this whole time, complaining that he had places he needed to be. And sometimes he would just leave anyways. I would just sit here looking at a broken laptop while completely alone. I never knew how kind of addicted I had gotten to using it while he was away.

I think some of my self-imposed hypnosis has worn off. I spent a lot of time playing games with Clara. Little sight games. Guessing games. It was all very simple, but it helped me pass the time. Clara doesn't actually seem to get bored. She can just sit very still and do nothing for a very long time. It's uncanny. I could never do that.

Surly is definitely going through a rough time, but there is this strange determination that has been building along side of it. He's not really depressed anymore. He's pushing back against whatever pushed him first. And he's angry. Not at me. No, he loves me. He even loves Clara. But something has really been trying to get at him. Whoever it was also destroyed his laptop.

Oh, and he has fixed the laptop. It's kind of messed up, but he said he will get it looking good at new very soon. I asked him if he wanted to take back the blogs, but he told me to just keep making them for a little while longer.

Isn't this a strange thing to think about? Surly is God. He is the actual God of all the worlds he created, yet the people within his world sometimes hate him or want to control him. Surly once told me that they almost succeeded because, at the time, he was extremely confused about who and what he was. Apparently it was the advent of me and my universe that made him finally figure out his identity.

I get the impression that there are really terrible people out there who hate him. They wish he had never existed. They would lock him away forever if they could, and they may be trying. Surly isn't like the guy he used to be. He's a much stronger and sometimes angry God. They don't understand what they are dealing with anymore. There's a passion there now. Though he may often be grumpy, he seems unstoppable right now.

I love Surly so much. I can't even explain it. I don't have the words. It's beyond words. I absolutely love him, and I want him to win out on everything. I want him to put those horrible people in their place. I long for the day that he walks through that door, looks me in the eyes, and says, "Everything is good."

I'll try and keep the blogs going. The laptop is really in a terrible state right now, but he told me he'll do his best to keep it working. And someday, he'll come back. He'll be the one at the keyboard. And you can talk to him again. Thank you so much for waiting.