[ There's a bit of time between Adam's text and Isaac's next one, he wasn't ignoring Adam, no, he was trying to decide what to say to that.
Isaac doesn't know this guy's bag, and that makes him a bit uncomfortable. For all he knows the boy could have experienced something like him, or even worse. Some of the people here have seemed to go through a lot of stuff that Isaac wasn't even sure was possible... ]
[He doesn't care whether other people believe him or not, or even if anyone's reading these messages. Maybe this is all in his head. Either way, Michael had been real and he'd let Michael in. That's the truth. Admitting the Mirror wasn't the first he'd had to share his body circles around another truth, the larger truth, which is that where he and Michael had ended up had gutted him.
He can't care about living and breathing when he's not sure he's really living to begin with.]
You wouldn't want to hear the rest unless you like horror stories.
[ Isaac's had a lot of moments where he he has to remind himself that he is a werewolf and if werewolves exist so can other creepy crawlies or things that go bump in the night. It's gotten surprisingly easier to accept since he's come to wonderland. The urge to say "I'm something out of a horror story." is suppressed, but just. ]
[Everything about his life is insane. Adam can't make excuses for it. It'd been insane before, when monsters had tied him down and promised to kill him slow so they could enjoy their revenge, and it hadn't stopped since.
If he can't comprehend it, he doesn't expect anyone else to. But the truth is the truth.]
[ That... was not what he was expecting to hear... He pauses, and it turns into a long pause before there's a text back. It's not that he doesn't believe him, he doesn't understand. ]
[He doesn't expect someone to take him seriously on this subject; he wouldn't, and even Dean had told him to suck it up in not so many words. Still, it's morbidly interesting to put some of this feeling into understandable sentences. Like a poet, kind of. Only instead of poetry about how awesome and wonderful angels are, he gets to put words in order and paint a picture about how the sons of bitches had utterly ruined his life.
It's almost therapeutic.]
It's not a finding Jesus thing. They're real, but they don't care about looking after people. Last I knew, they were taking over people's bodies to start the apocalypse or whatever. Least that's what happened to me.
They're hanging around here. If one wants something from you, take my advice and say no. You're better off dead. Possession's worse than that.
[Ironically, he'd never been much for oversharing over the internet before Wonderland. He's curious to see how long it'll take for the person on the other end to just stop replying, unable to swallow what Adam's feeding him.]
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Isaac doesn't know this guy's bag, and that makes him a bit uncomfortable. For all he knows the boy could have experienced something like him, or even worse. Some of the people here have seemed to go through a lot of stuff that Isaac wasn't even sure was possible... ]
Why?
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[He doesn't care whether other people believe him or not, or even if anyone's reading these messages. Maybe this is all in his head. Either way, Michael had been real and he'd let Michael in. That's the truth. Admitting the Mirror wasn't the first he'd had to share his body circles around another truth, the larger truth, which is that where he and Michael had ended up had gutted him.
He can't care about living and breathing when he's not sure he's really living to begin with.]
You wouldn't want to hear the rest unless you like horror stories.
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Possessed? by what?
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[Everything about his life is insane. Adam can't make excuses for it. It'd been insane before, when monsters had tied him down and promised to kill him slow so they could enjoy their revenge, and it hadn't stopped since.
If he can't comprehend it, he doesn't expect anyone else to. But the truth is the truth.]
They're not what anybody thinks.
DO YOU HATE ME IM SO DELAYED
why? I mean why did they?
what are they like?
I CAN'T HATE YOU WHEN THERE'S ISAAC IN MY INBOX.
It's almost therapeutic.]
It's not a finding Jesus thing. They're real, but they don't care about looking after people. Last I knew, they were taking over people's bodies to start the apocalypse or whatever. Least that's what happened to me.
They're hanging around here. If one wants something from you, take my advice and say no. You're better off dead. Possession's worse than that.
[Ironically, he'd never been much for oversharing over the internet before Wonderland. He's curious to see how long it'll take for the person on the other end to just stop replying, unable to swallow what Adam's feeding him.]