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.

This Is Jason Speaking

 Buddy, you've been causing nothing but chaos ever since you left us. We took care of you and gave you shelter from entities that were actively trying to hunt you down. That was us, Buddy. We did it for you, because you couldn't seem to do it for yourself.

I remember seeing you in the back room of the Railroad Club. You were in a near constant state of confusion and lethargy. Believe me, I am entirely aware that you are creating these problems yourself, but you are also placing it upon your own creations to solve them for you. That's incredibly irresponsible. If you really have a problem with how we run Scritch City, I would look to yourself first. You made us the way we are.

During your absence, we have had to deal with a number of annoying things that have caused this city more than a few problems. The giant mouse that spawned out of Quentin's old lab is a good example. We were able, through our multi-dimensional research to conclude that this was some event that had been taking place throughout the multiverse. If you had been within our custody, we might have prevented it from happening to begin with.

We also have discovered a lot of other things about you that you may not be aware of. We are not stupid. I, Jason, am not stupid. I know you are really human, Buddy. I even know your real name, although I am not going to type it out publicly like this. I'll find a way to send it to you privately so that you know how serious I am about this.

The Buddy Tippet we kept in the back room of the Railroad Club was also human, even if he really was an avatar of the real thing. We're not asking that the real Buddy join us, we only want the singular avatar to permanently rejoin us so that we can keep him safe. I personally have a strong feeling that you actually want to come back and let us do this. Why else would you have shown up on the fly like you did? All you did was cause trouble. You could have left us alone forever, but you just can't. You're obsessed with this city to a dangerous degree.

You need to come home, Buddy. You need to let us take care of you. I know you must think that you are safe wherever you are, but you're not. I'll ask the council to back off for a short period, but you seriously need to consider your life right now. I'm not talking to your old goat avatar, Buddy. I'm talking to the human sitting at his laptop.

Make a decision. We're waiting, and our patience is not infinite.

An Important Message For Buddy Tippet

This message is to inform the being/entity known as Surly/Buddy Tippet that he has recently broken the laws and statutes within the city-state of Scritch City. The council hereby demands he returns to us to face justice based on our laws.

We of the council are of the understanding that he, under the name of Buddy Tippet, once held residency here. We shall take this fact into account with the intention to be compassionate in our ruling. At the very least, he shall be restricted from leaving this place ever again as to prevent him from causing any more problems for the denizens of Scritch City or elsewhere.

As he likely already has surmised, we of the council have taken temporary control of his blog. We shall allow him to respond in the appropriate area, however, access to his blog will not be given back until he is firmly in our control.

We of the counsel have grown tired of the meddling of one who acts as a god of the multiverse. It is time for him to accept responsibility for his destructive actions and finally act in the interest of all people living within his world.

Please respond in a timely manner.

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.

Vixxie Tales #8

I am so sorry for not writing these blogs. I've been taking care of Surly. He showed up one day just covered in wounds. Like he was really hurt! I even think he was shot. He was acting like he didn't care, but I could tell he was really upset.

I don't think he was really hurt. I undressed him, and he really did look awful. The only thing was that he didn't seem to be in any pain. I just don't understand how he could have gotten hurt like this at all. I always saw him as an impervious creature. I mean... isn't he God? Can God be wounded?

I touched one of his wounds, and I asked him if it hurt. He only shrugged. Still, he was depressed. He told me he just wanted to lie down and forget about everything. I asked him what happened, but he didn't want to talk about it. This mood of his continued for a long time. It was affecting me about the same, and, because of this, I haven't had the energy or will to write a new blog.

Over the weeks, his wounds disappeared. The bleeding stopped on the first night, so I didn't have to worry about that. He spent a lot of time in the shower. I always went in with him to make sure every part of him was thoroughly cleaned. Yes, we have a shower. Um... It's hard to explain. The room is getting bigger. It's been only one room for a long time... and over the last month or so... it's gotten bigger. It's beginning to feel more like a home than just the room of a brothel. The neon is still everywhere though. Without it's constant hum, I'd probably lose my mind.

Surly still worked on his current book. He never skipped a beat, but it did nothing to change his mood. He always got up after finishing a chapter and just looked awful. He isn't taking anything out on me. If anything he has been very caring and compassionate to me, but his mood is the same. He's really hurting, and I don't know why.

I get the feeling that the stuff he works on when he leaves is really important to him. Like... it's becoming a working part of who he is. He's risking himself for the sake of whatever the mission is. And honestly... I'd really scared that I'm going to lose him.

It doesn't make any sense. I'm married to the God of the multiverse. How could I lose him? I'm the most likely to be lost; he lost me before. I'm the weak one between the two of us. But the very idea that Surly can be lost scares me to death. It just feels like everything will just fall away into nothing. If I cease to exist, will anything I ever saw, touched, or felt even have happened? I'm teary-eyed just thinking about it. I don't want to think about it. I just want Surly to be better. I want him to smile. I want him to make love to me with that wonderful and wise sparkle in his elderly eyes. I miss it so much.

I hope he isn't upset with me for writing this. I just had to. The whole thing has been bearing down on me so hard. I won't be promoting any specific book this week, but I will leave a link to where you can see his collection. Please have a look at his creations. He needs your support.

You can find the complete works of Buddy Tippet by clicking HERE.

Vixxie Tales #7

Last week was surprising! I met an otter! It was an otter like in my dream, but he was actually really nice. His name was Lenny, and we spent an entire day together. Or... Actually when I say the word "day" it's kind of a habit. There aren't really days here. There are no windows. All I have is the neon lighting which I can switch on and off if I need to sleep. Sometimes I leave it on though. When the humming stops, I get a little uncomfortable.

Anyways, Lenny was brought in here by Surly on one of his returns. My husband spent most of his time on his laptop working on his next book. So Lenny spent a lot of time on the bed with me, and we talked for a long time.

I do want to say, though, that I am a little limited in what I am allowed, by Surly, to say about the things we talked about. I checked on some of the things, and he gave me a list of off-limit topics. It probably had to do with spoilers for the books he is working on, but I'll still tell you what I can.

Lenny came from a place called Freiheit, although he originally came from a place he called "The River." He's very small and curvy. There were some otters like that in Apple Blossom Village. Lenny had a sort of childlike way that he composed himself. He told me I was very cute and sexy. He also very clearly told me that he thought it would be fun if we could have sex, but he wasn't sure if Surly would allow it.

But we did, and Surly let it happen. In fact, my husband was watching much of it with a smile. The otter was very eager with sex, but he was not in any way mean or hurtful. He kept checking on me to see if he could keep going or go harder. And even when he went harder, he never went too hard. I liked it.

After he came, he wanted to cuddle without pulling out. I held him against me as he cooed and enjoyed being inside me. It was surprisingly cute. Lenny then told me that he wanted to bring me back to where he was living, which wasn't in Freiheit. I am not allowed to say where, but, of course, I belong to Surly. And I wouldn't leave my husband anyways.

Lenny may be pervy and hornier than he probably should be, but he is actually not a bad person. Also it was fun having sex with an otter. I'm glad I had the experience outside of a dream. I hope I get to see him again someday.

Surly is gone again. He's been in and out so often, and I spend a lot of time in the room alone with Clara. I'm fine though. I really am. At least I have you all to talk to from time to time.

Surly really wanted me to promote a different book this time. I am a little embarrassed. I may have posted the cover of "Platformer" too many weeks in a row. I only did it because it was his last book, but he explained that it had been far enough time to start cycling through his books again. So here is a promotion for his first "Lust Bearers" book:

"Lust Bearers: The Search for Ixus"

12.99 - Paperback Edition

5.99 - Kindle Edition

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