Project

3.2: The Messages

"Fuck, *yet.

"Anyways, nice to see that you read the messages, and I'm glad I was able to stop you from sending anything, as it would have been a complete waste of time.

"Soz for the attitude, just kinda realised I spent most of my time this summer creating a waste of space. Don't worry about it, I'll break out like I usually do hopefully." Questioner then brought about another query, "What did they mean by usually?"

Will thought about it for a second, and then cautiously replied, "I believe it was because they had been in scenarios like this before, and always broke out of it by putting on a mask with a smile." 抖阴社区r wrote, and then Will continued. It was at this point that Will had seen the messages and replied, and thus the conversation went back and forth.

"Dude why is it every time you message me you are asking me to do something, why not just talk?" Questioner looked at Will. "What? They were always asking me to do something!" He then continued.

"??"

"How are you?"

"I'm alright I guess, I just don't want ya to worry about me is all, and there was this entire thing called 'The Revelation', and then that went down the drain, and then I sent those which probably makes you concerned for my well-being, completely ruining the main directive that I have (not to make you guys worry about me), and thus enter the entire apology thing and god I am talking too much."

This time Questioner had many answers, whilst 抖阴社区r still noticed the robotic attitude that Project kept with consistently in these messages, "What did he mean by, 'The Revelation'?" Will could only reply with, "Something to do with telling us who they were. They never showed us it, I actually believe they never wrote the damn thing." The messages still continued below.

"OK."

"And yeah, that's really it. I'm just confused and being an idiot and an ass for making you worry about a guy like me. And this is why I don't talk in conversations."

"Jeez you sound like my girlfriend." Will then remembered how the storm brought the anxious message from his wife, saying how she will be unable to get home thanks to it.

"??"

"She's always making herself seem weak, but she isn't and you aren't either."

"Dude, you're awesome, you're funny, and you're smart, brave, kind, cool, cheerful, and loved/loving. Me? I can't even compare to that."

This is where Will's attitude had suddenly changed, which surprised 抖阴社区r, but Questioner could already see why.

"Stop now."

"Why?"

"Because you're beating yourself up."

"If you think that's me beating myself up, then boy you haven't even met me."

"Stop OK."

"If I stop, then what would I do? I'm made to serve. To help. Whether I get harmed in the process, then it doesn't matter as long as you guys are good. You are the bigger picture, as is Thomas, Danielle, Wynter, Spencer. You all have issues and need help to get through them, whether that means destroying my mental image, or beating myself up, it doesn't matter as long as you guys can live a better life." Questioner saw the insanity in the messages, but also saw sincerity. They were being truthful in what they said, but it sounded so insane, so convoluted and upsetting, that anyone would wish for it to be a lie. 抖阴社区r broke through Questioner's bubble, and asked Will, "So, would you say this message contradicts what Project was like in person?"

Will looked at him, almost offended, "Of course not! Project was this selfless person! It's just that they seem to think of them-self as a lesser being compared to us. That's why I couldn't listen to him any longer." Will said as he read one of the final messages he sent: