Hatchetfield.

Little Watcher In His World

Dear diary,

Today was no good. No good at all.

"Munchkin, could you come here for a second?" My father's voice called out to me. I noticed he didn't even use my name, I doubt he cared enough to remember it. I remember a shiver ran down my spine when I heard him. I learned quickly that if my father wanted me, it wasn't for anything good.

"Coming, dad.." I mumbled, trudging around the corner to face him. I was scared, so scared. I know my dad is abusive towards my older siblings. I figured this out when my older brother, Wiggog Y'wrath, came back black and blue a few days ago. I remember thinking about if that's what he did to my siblings, what would he do to me?

I think Pokotho knows it too, he looked scared when he saw what happened to Wiggog. I saw it in his face. I've been able to see a lot of things lately. I know what happened to Wiggog, too. I know what dad is capable of now. The others don't, though. Nibblenephim, T'noy Karaxis, Webblin... they're all clueless. They don't know what I know. They don't know what I know.

When I reached my father, he stared at me lovingly. Not really, of course. I saw through his mask, in reality, he stared in disgust at the monster he's created. I think he knows that I know, because he's been treating me differently as of late.

"Come closer." He demanded, making sure I knew that it wasn't a question. I was scared. I stepped forward a few steps. He looked frustrated with me.

"I don't have time for games, Munchkin. Come closer." He demanded again, this time sounding far more serious. I took two tiny, shaky steps forward. I was too scared to go any closer than that. Big mistake.

He reached out and grabbed me by the arm, twisting it uncomfortably and yanking me forward. I wanted to scream, I really did. But that would've only made it worse. That's what happened to Wiggog. I stayed silent for my own safety.

I think he would've been proud of me if he knew.

"I told you I don't have time for games, child. You will respect me and you will obey me, no matter what it takes." He glared at me, and I felt my eye get hot and watery. "You don't wanna end up like him, do you?"

I quickly shook my head no and wiped at my eye, I didn't wanna end up like my brother. I really didn't wanna end up like my brother. "Good. Lovely." He smiled softly at me, which confused me. Why would he smile after hurting and threatening his own child? Pokotho would probably tell me that "He'll tell me when I'm older", a phrase he liked to use often.

Dad told me that I was his favorite, which I knew was a lie. I saw through all his lies. He didn't like me or any of my siblings. We were his little disgusting monsters that he made to do his bidding and spread chaos, that was it.

He was the Lord of Chaos, after all. I knew that was all he wanted us for. He didn't view us as his kids, he didn't even view us as family. Just his henchmen.

.. I wonder why he'd lie to my face if he knew I could see right through them.

I was too scared to tell him that, though. I didn't wanna end up like Wiggog. He let go of my arm, and asked me to go fetch Pokotho for him. I felt sorry for him. If that was what he did to me, what did he have in store for Pokotho?

I left shortly after. I had questions, I still have them now actually. Why was he so cruel to us? What did he want with Pokotho? Why did he lie to me? I suppose the answers will come with time...

I hope Pokotho is okay.

Dear Diary,

It got worse. It got so much worse.

Wiggog snapped at dad during a family meeting and that was a mistake. That was a very.. gruesome mistake. I saw what happened. It was brutal. Far more brutal than what you would've expected. Not your typical slap on the wrist or anything the mortals do, no no.

It's been a while now, not long enough for him to recover or any of us to mentally recover, but.. the uncomfortable long silence feels like it's lasted for years.

Maybe it has. Time runs differently here.

I tried talking to my siblings earlier. I couldn't read Pokotho's face. Whenever I tried asking him things, he'd groan and look away from me. Not ignoring, but his reaction told me he didn't want to be bothered. He looked far more tired and frustrated than normal, of course, but also sad and worried. Pokotho's never sad.. or worried. We're gods in the making, we aren't sad or worried, no. We're cruel, heartless monsters that reign terror upon the mortal realm.. It freaks me out. Kinda. Nothing really freaks me out anymore.

Is that normal?

Nibblenephim's been pestering Pokotho about Wiggog for the past few hours. He hasn't seen anything of what happened to him due to his lack of eyes (he ate them), but he obviously knows something's wrong. He heard Wiggog's screams of pain and hurt when Father punished him... we all did. Pokotho hasn't answered.

T'noy Karaxis has been nervously fiddling with his box ever since it happened. I haven't said anything to him. I never really talk to him. He's probably- no, definitely insane.

Then there's Webblin.. She doesn't talk much, but I know she's just as scared as the rest of us. I can see it in her face. She's horrified.

We watched our older brother get brutally attacked and beaten by our own dad, of course we'd all be in rough condition. Some worse than others, of course. I knew this was bound to happen.

Wiggog has been gone for a while now. And, call it wishful thinking, but I really hope he's being treated for his injuries.. I hope he's okay.

Is that naive of me?

Dear Diary,

Wiggog is home now. He hasn't said a word to any of us.

Nibblenephim continues to pester him about what happened. I can tell he's getting annoyed by it. Pokotho's steadily getting more and more stressed as time goes on, Webblin's starting to worry about him. T'noy has been oddly quiet since Wiggog got home. Too quiet. I don't like it.

The house is the quietest it's been in eons.

It's unsettling. But it seems like Pokotho enjoys it. He's always liked the quiet. The only thing he likes more is the sound of his own voice.

He calls himself 'The Singular Voice' sometimes, whatever that means.

I don't like the quiet though. It freaks me out. Dad just tells me to get over it. But dad also isn't a very good dad, so I stopped listening to him. If he knew, he'd probably hurt me. I don't wanna get hurt. So I never told anyone. Is that bad? To hide things?

Oh well. Maybe he just needs to get over it.

Unlike most of our siblings, T'noy has kept Nibblenephim company, even if it's just him bothering Nibblenephim.

I don't get it.

Why would anyone want to be around T'noy? Sure, he's our brother, but Pokotho has said a million times that even though we're his siblings, he doesn't like us. Being siblings doesn't mean we care for eachother, we're not supposed to. That's what Wiggog says.

Eventually, we'll be separated. That's what I think, atleast. First it'll be Wiggog who leaves, then Pokotho.. then Webblin, me, and finally T'noy. Wiggog says he can't wait for the day he finally gets to leave us. Pokotho agrees.

Ow.

I'm getting off track. Wiggog has been staring blankly at the wall for awhile now, and Nibblenephim's started to bug me. He wants to know what I'm doing. I wish he'd leave me alone. I understand Pokotho's pain.

I'd wanna leave as soon as I could too if this is what I had to deal

with everyday.