I'm Sorry, Buddy...

 -From Miss Silky-

Buddy, I'm so sorry things have been so crazy for you lately. Even I am one to admit that perhaps Jason was a bit rash to do to you what he did. I have been worried about you ever since you left us. I also want to say that I am very happy that you found someone that you love and cherish and that you are so willing to defend that relationship. Please understand me clearly: I am very happy for you.

That said, the actions taken by Jason and the council, which I am a member of, was based on a number of rather awful things that have been happening to our city over the last few years since you left us. The council established a rather intricate research and development headed by the now deceased Rah Rah, a rat woman that worked with us after Quentin abandoned the lab. We uncovered the truth about the multiverse and found a way to cross over to a select few of them. Jason is very close to entering into the Black Smoke Hallway where we believe you may be staying right now, although there are some theories you may have abandoned that place as well.

Our actions have been in self defense. We are trying to prevent our dimension from being wiped out. We are aware that a number of worlds have collapsed due to your own written words. Scritch City is already in a state of stable chaos, held in place only thanks to the work of this council. If you want to see us as terrible people, that isn't entirely untrue. We have to do terrible things in order to counteract some of the things you send our way.

I don't think you are trying to hurt us. In fact, I think you are actually a very sweet person. I remember the time we spent together in the back room of the Railroad Club. We made love many times, and you always seemed to be so much more as peace after we did so. You are not the first human I've made love to, but you are the one I think of the most. I do miss you, and I wish you would return.

Keep in mind that when you lived with us, I personally went on a mission to protect you. Your former nemesis known as Ixus had made its way into Scritch City. I had to make a lot of decisions and sacrifices to make sure that this creature was routed away from you. I did this to keep you safe because I saw you as a person worth saving.

I do understand that you will likely not return to me. You seem to have made your decision, and you are very angry at Jason. I do apologize for what he did. My Jason has the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. He has to constantly defend against things pouring out of the multiverse as well as the prudist pressures coming out of the surrounding United States. It's a very difficult job. In fact, it was his decision to place the city seal at the end of each of these blogs. He's doing everything he can to keep that seal relevant in a world that wants it broken into pieces.

He shouldn't have shot you like he did. He was overcome with anger, and I have scolded him harshly about it. But I do agree with him about you returning to me. I know you want to. You're screaming inside your head to come back and stay with me in the Railroad Club. If you ever change your mind, I promise to respect your relationship with Vixxie. I won't interfere. We're only concerned presently for your sanity as an author. That's all. Please hear me, Buddy. I care deeply for you.

Not Intimidated

-From Jason-

I'll not be intimidated by insults. The curtain has been cast aside. I'm more aware of my Creator than I have ever been. We and the complete counsel are aware of you. We know and understand that our failings are yours. We exist as we are because of a God who made it this way. From the very first words written of Scritch City, it existed within the void as a place that was what it was. I know this, and you especially know this.

We have been working very hard on learning the secrets of your multiverse. We have penetrated the veil and found doorways into other worlds. I personally have been to and explored Zed and most recently I have been to Railroad Towers, the fabled realm from which you transferred Quentin from.

Buddy, we are not stupid. We have dedicated the entire council of Scritch City to exploring you and your creation. We have learned so much, and in every path we take, we always come to the same sad conclusion: You're hopelessly unable to manage it.

When you were living with us, you were a complete basket case. You were a confused human stumbling around the backroom of the Railroad Club. We gave you food, love, and comfort. Yes, we know that it was merely an avatar. We totally get that. We're know that there is a human on the outside of all this, typing every bloody thing I am writing right now. We also know that that person is feeling tempted right now. He wants to send his avatar back in to the Railroad Club. He wants to be in a place where he'll know he'll be safe from the absolutely terrifying monster he just created.

You know who I am talking about, but in case you deny yourself the truth, I am referring to Dresden/Ixus. You did that, Buddy! You thought you were so clever as a story writer. You won't even acknowledge the actual garbage creature you brought into being, and someday you'll have to deal with it. You may know it, but I don't think you're bothering with it right now.

This is the sort of thing that makes me aim a gun at your face and pull the trigger. You can't control yourself. You're completely out of your mind. Yes, I acknowledge that you are God. I've never failed to acknowledged it. But I'll be damned if I let you destroy everything because you can't control your own pride.

I will do anything and everything to get you back under my control. You want it. You want to come back to Scritch City. You're desperate to do it. Miss Silky and I will take care of you. You can bring your wife and friend. I'll let you write your books and blog under close supervision. Take my offer, Buddy. I have no plans to back down. I may lose a fight now and then, but I never back down.