My Remedy

Okay, so...apparently 28 Days Later has another sequel set to come out later next year. Just saw the trailer on YouTube. I'm honestly kinda torn between excitement and confusion. Excitement because the trailer was really well done and I very much enjoyed the original movie and comic, but confusion because this third movie takes place 28 years after the first. And I'm not sure how literally anyone who was infected during the first two Rage outbreaks would still be alive after all that time. Guess I'll wait and see, then.

Laughing Jack Poem:
          FNAF: Remedy Trials.
          
          "Old friend, it's great to see you. Can't you tell me where I am? You thought I was imaginary, but now you're starting to understand. We don't belong among these humans. And buddy, that's just fine with me. Our antics during your youth were child's play. This time, I'm setting out to make history. Such lovely games we'll play, overcoming anything than comes our way. We finally get to feed the flames our past happily lit. Drive whoever tries opposing us insane, can't evolve without a fair amount of pain. And maybe we'll enjoy it just a little bit. Turn the crank, pay a visit to the circus. Make a plan using what's under the surface. Let's begin. We'll make the widow wish her family stayed gone. Henry's deadly sin. By the time I'm done, she'll know for sure her husband's race has been run. Oh, this should be fun."

Sarah Emily Poem:
          FNAF: Remedy Trials.
          
          "Miracle. That's what they said when I got to keep my baby girl. But what's in Momma's head, it's not so wonderful. Grief stays with you for quite a while. I've forgotten how to love my surviving child. I couldn't care for or consol. My heart was reduced to a hole. Every night, my daughter cried while I felt so indifferent. My friends all tried to help but they were ignorant. Henry's sister was the only one who cared to hear, the reason I was dying to dissappear. And escape the living Hell of being strong for someone else. Sun still shining. Children smiling. But every effort I make proves a disgrace. More victims vanishing without a trace. Friends deceiving. Parents grieving. Me and my husband's dream has failed at every turn. Our family's legacy destined to burn. No emotion, I've been left broken. Now my daughter needs what I can't be. And that guilt would kill, my blood would spill, if only I could still feel."

Poem Announcement:
          
          Hi again, guys. Just wanted to let you know my next poem will be about Sarah Emily. It's going to focus on her negative feelings toward both Charlie and Fazbear Entertainment after the deaths of Sammy and Henry while also shedding light on why she decides to leave Charlie alone with Aunt Jen in this universe. As you might be able to guess, the tone of this one is gonna be depressing as all living shit.

Random Question:
          
          I've been bing-watching Dead By Daylight videos for the past couple days that center around stuff like the motivations of the killers and survivors, the context behind them being chosen by the Entity and what their long-term reactions to being forced into the trials might be. I've also come across a few discussions and fan concepts that involve Springtrap being brought into the game. I'm not sure how likely of an outcome is, but it's sparked a couple questions I thought might be fun to discuss with others here:
          
          1: What do you guys think Springtrap would think about the Entity and his own situation after being chosen to hunt down the survivors?
          
          2: What would his "Mori" be?
          
          3: What would he most likelihood spend his time doing outside the Entity's trials?

Alastor Poem:
          Hazbin Hotel.
          
          "Streets filled with blood. Black and red. Dreams and hearts that missed God's love are cold and dead. Pentagram City, it thrives on misery, this is what our past lives have damned us to. No meaning, no other reason, the only soul who's hoping for more would be you. You have a dream you wish to tell. And it's quite laughable, but honestly, what the Hell. Now please excuse my sudden interest, saw your fiasco and had to visit. Boredom has rendered my work soulless, but this idea feels fresh, albeit hopeless. Radio Demon, it's a pleasure. Sign it twice just for better measure. Less than noble are my intentions, but I'll still assist your hotel's 'ascension'. I'll afford you my recourses. I've made many deals and got many sources. With the flow of time, I'll see your potential. If only you weren't so sentimental. If you want to feel alive, we could set the world alight. There's much more you could be if only you'd join me. We'd make an unforgettable team. We could make the forces of Heaven scream. Such an outcome seems unlikely, but we'll see in a while. Either way dear, don't forget, you'll never maintain full control without a smile."

Happy Thanksgiving, yall!
          Who wants to cut the turkey?

My Next Poem Idea:
          
          Hey guys. Just wanted to let you guys know my next poem won't have anything to do with my crossover. I've decided I'd like to make one about Alastor from Hazbin Hotel. The more I dig into the show itself, the more I...dislike it's execution. The writing for most characters and the logistics of their situation could've been much better. But Alastor still holds my interest. Mostly for his morbidly theatrical presence and the mystery around his goals. He honestly feels kind of wasted on the HH universe. The guy could make one Hell of a compelling anti-hero type of character in a series with better writing. Anyway, my next poem will probably focus on the Radio Demon's attitude toward those around him and basic details about his former life.

The first half of my Homelander fanfic.
          I just published "Part One:" of my story "Homelander Burns:". https://www.wattpad.com/1496536101?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Lovell2004

Slenderman Poem:
          FNAF: Remedy Trials.
          
          "I'm looking at you when you think you're safe. When you're all alone. What's a lone child to do when they hear a voice that's not their own? Off in the forest with moonlight flooding through. You hear my whispers, know you'll be missing soon. These children that wander through the trees. So close, but I'll seldom let them survive the night. If you escape me, I'll stalk you from your dreams. Until all that remains is what's left of your dying minds. I'll pull you under, no one's coming to drag you back through. My hidden teeth will make you bleed when I get ahold of you. The innocence of kids makes them perfect to pursue. Yet some outrun me, so using my slaves will have to do. You try to stop me, then my faceless form pulls you beneath. This cursed town, it drags you down and maybe then you'll see. Humanity's place was always being hunted and scared. No matter where you run, no matter where you hide, your species won't escape this nightmare."