God Fucking Damn it

Just.... Urrrrph. Fuck. FUUUUUUUCK.

That smug selfish two faced son of a bitch. I'd-.... HRRRMPH. Fucking bullshit.

For once in my life, I find I might very well kill something.

Fuck.

Just... fuck man.

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Hey there! Surprise Jack Attack! Hahahaha.

Fracture's like... off throwing a fit or something... I don't know for sure actually. Could be off crying into a pillow. Whatever it is Fuck Face does when hes really upset. My money is on the tantrum though though. His pasty pale ass was fuming. I thought the compound might light on fire or something! You know, the parts of the compound that aren't perpetually on fire. I wonder if those would just go out then?

Although that wouldn't be a tantrum at that point. That'd just mean his lazy ass moved the fires.

Regardless there have been no unintentional fires, but once again I find that surprising because that fucker is pissed.

So he asked me to report what happened.

I was there for it after all. I got to torture Devil. Its what I was doing when she came clean.

She couldn't die in the loop. Every time she did, she'd wake up the next day and we'd start the process back over again.

What I did over this time was take a torch and slowly roast away at a part of her body. I would usually start with the far end of an extremity and work my way inwards. For example, I would start with a hand and eventually get to the torso before I moved on to another limb.

The process was, as I already stated, first burning a part of her until it turned black. Then I would take out the knife and start cutting away at the black until I found pink or red again. Then I would resume the burning. I would do this until I got to the bone. Then I would move to the other side of the limb and burn that down to the bone. Work my way up the bone. And when there was no flesh left on it, I would break the bone away. Assuming I even had to at that point.

She got through the first day of this screaming and crying before she bit through her own tongue and prematurely killed herself. I had only just removed her hand the day following when she finally gave in. I suppose its one thing to die for a cause. Its another thing to keep dying for a cause.

At the end of the day, repetition really is the best torture.

The conversation when something like this:

"No! NO NO NO NO NO!" And then she screamed as I broke her charred hand away and took a torch to the end of the limb to make sure she wouldn't bleed out.

She started babbling after that. "N-No... no no no no no. No more... no... NO MORE!" She started to scream again as I took the knife out once more to start carving away the black charred flesh.

"Wait," said Facture, holding up a hand like hes a fucking Jedi with mind fuck powers. The whole gesture made me want to keep going out of spite but I stopped anyways. Last thing I need is to end up strapped to a table like Devil with that fucker Maggot taking a torch to me for my disobedience.

"Who is behind this? The rake? Have you been hearing whispers? The wooden girl? Have you been threatened with a life on strings? Possibly the intrusion? Is there a massive millipede living in my fucking ventilation system?!"

"I-I already told you... S-Sloth did. H-He wants to see Duckie put to re-"

"BULLSHIT! Sloth's a cleaver little snake in the grass but his dumb ass can barely get two words out at you without you sucker punching him. You expect me to believe you two had a convincing little heart to heart where you talked you into helping him kill YOUR brother? The only reason you're here?"

"I-Its tr-"

"Stop lying to me...!" He said. The words were followed with a heavy sigh. Devil was panicked. She looked conflicted.

"Jack, go ah-"

"N-No no no no no no! Pl-Please!"

"Then tell me!"

She took a deep breath and clenched her remaining first. The crying and sobbing stopped and she slowly worked herself into a glare. A death glare. One she leveled at Fracture.

"Fine. You want to know?"

"Cut the fucking theatrics and just tell me!"

To that, she huffed. "You're precious Fath-"

Before she could finish that thought, she started seizing. Her eyes rolled back and she started vomiting black goo uncontrollably. In quantities far greater than would could feasibly fit into the human stomach... or lungs for that matter. Possible in all of the digestive system! It was a lot. I give it 10 on the vomit scale out of a possible 5. Wicked shit.

I was all tough and brave though this. I didn't even flinch [This isn't true.]. Fracture, however, jumped and yelped like a frightened child.

Terror melted away to understanding. Understanding gave way to rage. I'm told this is how most people function to virtually any new information but I've definitely not see the rage hit these levels of extreme before.

He was so fucking mad.

I can only conclude that since the goo wasn't EAT's ink or Red Cap blood stuff, that the gunk is ichor. Which would mean Father did that to her to silence her... funnily enough, giving himself up in the process.

Devil, fortunately enough, did wake up this morning. We have her tied down but the torture is done... for now.

She seems hesitant to talk now but she might try again if pressed. Vomiting goo seems like an easier death than slowly being burned and cut away after all.

Fracture's in no mood to press her though. We'll let you know whats on the up when he calms his mad ass down.

Until then I think I'm gonna go rub shit in Maggot's bed. He's off training under David Banks with some ginger bitch named M or something.

Apparently, my referring to her as that during the briefing is why Maggot was sent instead of me. I think I'm the one that got the better end of that deal though. I got to torture someone. Maggot's stuck out there babysitting a particularly pampered runner and an old man.

Definitely feels like I won.

Jack out.