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That face… that tasty face.. Tasty… itchy…

Document in the FOR SOF folder. The document discusses the outbreak of the VSPR-37 pandemic, which occurred in 2037. It has strong ties to the song Dear Diary

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Scott’s Diary

October 28, 2037

Dear Diary,

I don’t know what’s going on, but something’s up. Feeling like actual; shit. Oskar won’t stop barking, and I’m pretty sure the TV is bust. Seems like every channel is playing the same news story, it’s sending me insane. What’s even crazier-earlier, somebody bit me, BIT ME.

Ceto has always been a sketch head, but he’s clearly dipping way too much into his own stash now. I’m going to have to look for another hookup. I know, I know, I said I was clean. But it’s just Nexies. I would never have managed to handle all my extra ciric without them.

Between Advanced Neuro and Bio-DM, I was drowning. And his stuff is next level, like he was getting it straight from the source. No brain buzz, barely any twitch. But now I’ve got cold sweats, and my vision is starting to blur.

Is the fallout kicking in already? Or did I catch something off that waster!? Surely not…I tried to clean the bite mark, but it keeps oozing this nasty, yellowish fluid…

What a fucking day.

October 29, 2037

Dear Diary,

I can’t believe I’m actually going to take a day off school. Haven’t missed one since 4th grade. I know that’s a pretty nerdy flex, but I don’t give a shit.

The world’s gonna know my name-even if it kills me. But..I gotta be real..there’s no way I can go. I’m fucked. I’m sure it’s just the fallout but I’m low key scared I’ve caught this flu this TV keeps banging on about.

I feel kinda itchy, kinda like there’s bugs under my skin. My reflection is so grey, my eyes are sunken, like, even more than usual. My thoughts are all fuzzy…It’s like I’m forgetting who I am…Selene keeps coming to my mind…wish I could see her, but she can’t see me like this. Everything’s like a fever dream…

To make things worse, the dog’s gone rabid. Barking at me like he hates me. Wish he would shut the fuck up, he’s doing my head in. Fuck, how long have I been in my room? Where’s Mum? I’m fading in and out. Don’t know where I’ve been. I feel so hungry. When did I last eat? The itching is unbearable. I just scratched myself so hard I drew blood.

What the hell is happening?

October 30, 2037

Deer Dary,

can barele rite this, thots slipping away, like sand thru fingrs. Sky is fallin. Hunger is unberable. all i fink about is food, but everyfing mak me sik.

Need meet…fresh…Selen…mis u. wan to see her 1 last time, but scare of wat i do. her face is only thing that stil mek sense. her tasty face…

Ned to mek dog quiet….to loud.. virus…eatin away my humanity. Can feel it.

VSPr not just dizeeseee; it’s a curse. My moon, I wish I told u. Mayb u already nu…but now, please .. stay away from me.

October 31 2037

Dear Diary,

dog stop barkin. Probably coz I ate hiz face. Tasty, itchy. TV say ther no more human race. Sad my hole existence been a waste. taste sweet, but gots fur between my teef.

Cant rite anymore…run…

It 3:16. Mouth taste like corpse….wait..sum1 knocking on my door…no…it cant be…That face…that tasty face…Tasty…itchy…

(Transcription made by @elliecoptaaa on discord)

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