Thursday, September 18, 2025

Vixxie Tales #18

I'm so sorry for not working on this blog. Things have been happening, and I've had to deal with them. I've also been getting kind of sick. Something's wrong with me. I can't help but come to the conclusion it has something to do with Buddy being missing. That said, we have a pretty good idea where he is, although we aren't sure why he is there.

We are back in Scritch City. We abandoned Crossroads Academy, being sure it was safe to do so. Scritch City is still active and strangely normal. It's like things have been reset. I've taken up residence back at the Tailhole club which is also a sort of base of operations in dealing with the Buddy situation.

After his encounter with Sixus, Buddy has, for reasons I don't fully understand, trapped himself in some sort of pocket universe. Although he is clearly the God of this world, he doesn't seem to be aware of who he really is. He is just living out a normal life oblivious to his past and his actual power.

Risto has been the only person who has been able to physically penetrate into this realm and has actually made contact with him, however, Buddy is not acknowledging anything Risto is trying to explain to him. This puts the jackal in danger, because he is unsure what imaginative powers Buddy can enact on him if he choses to retaliate. Buddy does have the ability of erasure if he so choses. We aren't sure if he would be willing to completely delete the idea of Risto if the jackal chose to push too far.

Charlie has managed to make contact by phone, but this had no meaningful result to it either. He is worried about his father, and there is simply nothing I can do for him at this moment in time.

Although unable to enter Buddy's strange universe, Leeto has managed to make contact in a way, yet he has little control over the actions of his counterpart. This contact has also seemingly been disconnected for the time being, so no hope there.

Although I still am embodied with the spirit of my Creator, I am beginning to lose touch with myself. I am still writing and working as hard as I can to bring my husband back, but I just cannot get a grasp of what is wrong with me. There are moments where I don't even feel like myself anymore. I don't feel like a fox. The name Vixxie doesn't even seem right anymore. I have a small inkling of what this may be... but it's not something I want to think about.

For now, we are working constantly to get Buddy back into his proper position. I don't know how things will turn out. I'm scared, but I still hope for the best. Once again, so sorry for the long pause. If you only knew what we were all going through for Buddy...