A Slithering Voice Log

## S1E0.4 - (Session 0) Before ΜΟΠ Rager

Log Date: February 27, 2021 Error: Time not set.

[Begin Recording]

"Is this thing working? I swear to--How does my mom find these things?"

[End Recording - to be played back to her, but she had to enter her password to go back to create a new entry]

[Resume Recording]

(Low voice) "Alright. This is no different than scaring a few jocks out of partying in Carter Hall at 4 in the morning. Agh, can't be too hard."

"This is what I get for telling my mom that I have no time to write in a journal as the therapist had asked. If you are wondering, this little metal snake, *at least I think it is metal,* is a voice log. Won't playback anything unless I give it a voice-recognized password. I kinda admit it is pretty cool and it looks neat on the side of my bed. Perhaps, I should hide it. Well, considering a bunch of figurines I have on the shelf. It will look like a tree in the forest here."

"Where should I start? It's been two months since I moved to this apartment. The first few nights were odd. It was quiet. . .

Which is usually fine with me, but I guess I got used to the bustle of Carter Hall. I almost missed yelling at the frat boys to stop messing up the girl's movie night and having everyone at my back. I kinda....yes, I missed my roommates. More than I want to admit. At least, they didn't feel too sour over the idea of me moving out. It seems like I left on good terms, at least I hope. I didn't come clean with either of them about what I was.

The upside is I have this place to myself for now. The OHSN provided one where some of the rooms, particularly the bedroom slightly more climate-controlled so I can keep warm during the winter months. They asked if I needed special mirrors, but I told them that's not necessary. That part of the mythology is Hollywood bullshit.

"Oh, I guess this recording has no idea who I am...and that's fine. You don't need to know. All you would learn about me is--"

(A loud piano-like ringtone plays in the background)

*"Hello?...No, I'm planning on studying before bed--Could you get someone else to--Fuckin hell, fine. I told you I'm no good at these kinds of things."*

(Silence)

"I'll cut this log short. Mu Omicron Pi is having a rager and a friend wants me to come. Honestly, it's not my thing and I'm just doing this to be nice, I guess. At least, it's an excuse to look nice.

(muttering) "*....fuckin Sebastian. That twit is going to get me roped into something I can't climb out one day."* [After 5 minutes of silence outside of pulling clothes and walking, the recording ends automatically]

## S1E2 - Time For The Show

Log Date: March 4. 2021 7:12pm
[Begin recording]

"Remember the last log? You know, I might have voiced out that idiot was going to tie me up in something? I guess I should have been a damn gambler because I was right, and I hate it."

"I should start with this rant first. Barry, stop being a piece of shit because I won't come to another study group this weekend. Calling me a lousy student while you beg me to hold your hand? Fuck off, seriously, especially since I'm only of the people who don't mind trying hard for real and bumping the grading curve so high you'll fall off, along with your high horse. Seriously, I was holding back to be nice."

"Now, I found out that Sebastian put me down for SGA president nomination. Before you ask, I was an SGA liaison for the Health Club on occasions and went to some of the meetings, but I didn't think that would allow me to be nominated. What kind of words did that twit give the president to consider the idea? Don't ask me, I wasn't around to hear them or stop him.

And I found out in the worst way, apparently, Elliott Quist approached me during my study group like I had something to do with it. I was strongly close to wringing that boy's neck for this, but he explained that he did it because her or their ideas for the SGA and security on campus might be a problem. Which I would have been fine with, but I just wished he talked to me more on the matter, not after a party when we were both out of it. I might be inclined to help him, but I swear if he does another piece shit like this again...

Well, I find that I couldn't back down from the idea. Something about the way, Elliott marched in the study hall and put a student out there over something. There was something wrong with the whole scene. For one, that's not SGA official job, especially not a junior officer.

Then, Elliott bragged about how she will support the compost project if she gets elected. Something in me snapped. Seriously? I know really well how hard Burgundy working to get that project through the current SGA. She has been there for how long and she dared to make a promise like that. I won't repeat what I said to them, not now. I don't want her to be head of the student body and determining the fate of several groups, no amount of kissing skills will make me change my mind.

So my outburst probably sealed my fate. I'm going to have to visit the SGA tomorrow to do the official stuff for real this time. Sebastian, you annoying shit, you're going to pay hard for this one if I become president.

[A text message notification]

*Who is this? Wait this twity looked familiar...*

[End of recording]

## S1E4 - (Steaming in the Snow - Side B)

Log Date: March 6. 2021 10:12pm

[Begin Recording]

Today will be a short one. That's a good sign from me. Didi insisted that I go to the springs with her today, and I'm thankful. This week was a mess and I fear the campaigning, once it starts, will tax on my nerves. I was in such a bad mood that I forgot to even mind myself to bring swimwear for the springs. Didn't seem to be a problem with her that she....damn, she's hot.

I couldn't help myself. I can blame it on stress, maybe nerves, but I was the one who made the first move and kiss her...during a splash fight. I didn't know what I was thinking there. The girl is strong as hell, and I had no way of pulling myself free and just...reacted.

The events that followed were...magical and a lot of fun.

Afterward, I had finally fessed up on what I was to her. It was only fair since I know what kind of creature she was. Honestly, her reaction was beautiful and taunting me. I kinda wanted to keep her like that a while and well...I was slipping in a good way.

I believe we're still good friends, just have some extra with that friendship. I bet she's a good cuddler too.

I think that's all I will say on this.

It was a good day and that's all you're getting.

[End of Recording]

## S1E7 - Sneaky Link(edIn)

**Content Warnings: Scenes of strong mental anguish, strong language, past trauma, and murderous intent.**

Log Date: March 10. 2021 7:04pm
[Begin recording - Set non-password]

Hi,

Well, the first round of midterms is done. I’m happy with myself for my efforts. I’m pretty sure I passed and probably overdid it on bumping the grading curve in chemistry too high.

That’s because I’m not happy. I’m actually pretty pissed off

I thought I got past this. I thought got away from people threatening or disregarding my existence because I existed….

I thought I find a place that I can be safe, and I finally felt like finally I was loved, cared for, and safe!

(A loud crash sound can be heard)

\*panting\*...Every garden has its snakes...

For anyone who somehow found a way to listen to this if anyone finds this, know that there is something very wrong with Elliot Quist and a certain group of people. At first, I thought the tattoo was just some runic fangirl shit! However, I just witness someone with the same tattoo manhandle someone, and supernaturally smoke came from the guy’s coat arm. In broad fucking daylight! In fuckin job fair no less!

I did what I did to help the kid because it was the right thing to do

But then they threaten me….as if they know what I am. I don’t think they do. I was very fucking careful and creature by the curse isn’t something one can just fucking figure out unless I show them!

I don’t know who they are but my existence is threatened...I can’t deal with this anymore, n-not like before. I can’t have i--Not like before...not like them..

(a loud sobbing…)

*N-not like how I was...*

(the sound of crying continues for a long ten minutes)

…

You know what? I like it here. I like a lot of people here and probably more I have yet to meet. I loathe whoever seeking to disrupt that, with a fiery passion. One horrible thing about myself is that I don’t LIKE being threatened. I hate when those I care about are being threatened. What's more, is that....

...That I enjoy destroying them,

It's nearing that it’s time to make that known . . and in a way that anyone becoming my enemy can understand and turn their gaze when I glare at them....however, I'm fine if they see my eyes and freeze forever

I admit that being SGA was because I rather not have someone I have a bad feeling about that person becoming president. However, if they’re associate with something that threatens anyone I like and love….

(A series of loud hissing that increases in volume)

(in a darker, serious) *They can become stone and dust to me. I will destroy them whether by my power or my cunning. I’m not running again...not now, or ever. I’ll become something that would protect those regardless of their species as a president, and even it means I have to go through darker length and cunning to do so.*

...I’m going to requires some allies…

….and information.

(The hissing fades as she leaves the room, leaving the recording to end due to timed out.)

## S1 Extra #1 - If Love was type of magic...it would be illusion

**Content Warning: Mental angst and probably other things I didn't catch. You were warned.**

Log Date: March 18. 2021 11:30 pm

[Begin Recording]

It's been a while since I have done one of these logs...That's because I have been traveling the states on and off this week. My personal theorist said that learning and experiencing new things would help with my aspect of life. Well, I don't know about that, but at least the stops and lone road trips were relaxing. Met this nice couple at a bar that I stopped at. They seem good together, willing to take a knife for each other.

I mean...literally. I was the one who called 911 that night.

Honestly, I had told my therapist about it and they had the gall to ask how I felt about it and what I thought compelled her to take a knife for her. I felt like they were expecting me to say love, but their expectations fell off the mark. So much so that I asked them to call the session short, but they went into a long lecture about the types of love. They expect me to figure how each is part of my life. Half of my mind wants to fire them.

You think it's strange that I decided to go to therapy this evening. Well, you're right. It is, but it felt like it was needed. After all, it's been five years since it happened. The road trip and being in and off-campus was to keep me distracted from that fact. Five years ago since what happened made me thought that certain kinds of love were just a crumbling lie.

I have recovered from the trauma, but I know I'm still scared and scarred. No one can see it, and I don't let them. I know that certain loves aren't a lie. My friendship with Burgundy, Didi, and ugh Sebastian, for example, is a type of love that I thought I could never be engaged with again. It's a small start to healing, but the damage runs deep.

It's harder to push beyond that point, but I do try. When I meet new people, try to get to know them, I thought, maybe they would want me for me or be. . .but I stop there, I think it's because I don't want to let someone I have no backup plan again in my life...not since that day where my own childhood betrayed me for a quick buck or glory. Since then, I have always been on guard against anyone else trying to huddle towards me...I'm always keeping my cunning and wits, treating them as a piece of the chessboard, gauging their faces, and if they're not to the condition I would like, I tolerate them, I respect their space, keep a neutral form of *agape,* but never got further than that. I think it's fun to see them realized that I'm a person that can't be tamed or theirs, and if they try to push the matter outside of my safe level...well, I guess my curse does have a stop button.

I never did talk about the full details about 'that night' This is going to be a long log. I think I have enough memor--

[Iva's phone buzzed with a text message]

*Pratty is a perfect example of someone I want to leave me alone before I...*

<<You wouldn't see, but Iva scroll down further on older messages, including one from Didi>>

*...I see...it's done....goddamnit.*

I guess the matter is resolved, though it doesn't make me any happier...

I guess you were wondering what I could be talking about. A girl being pursued by monsters until she was turned into one? I wouldn't be involved until two of my friends were scared out of their wits over it. It was hard to see a brave one like one of them, too scared to go to her dorm, but too conflicted over what she was instructed to do.

And me? Well, I couldn't give her a straight answer right then. The best I could do is do my best to make sure she rested and less stressed about it. It's the most I could do. Hearing the idea of a monster hunter or killer on campus was disturbing enough, I think those words and I think back to the time where my own childhood friend held me, prisoner, at gunpoint.

The one thing I did do is decide to confront this person myself. I knew how to instantly solved the problem then and there.

However, I couldn't follow through with it. I decided to hear her case instead. I sympathized with her fate, but I could not do so for her answer to the problem. Because of that, I decided not to do what I had intended if I found her answers to be undesirable, but I was in no position to take a stand between both sides. I did tell her how selfish and cruel she was being to all those creatures she killed because I'm a monster who has to...I'm always that monster.

Five years ago, I had people who remember that I was human for over 10 years of my life. Then they find out that I'm to be a monster at a certain people, a monster of legend. I watched my act of friendship and kindness was meet with an easy way to trap me and capture me. If they needed my blood, I would have given it to them, but seems like they wanted the whole damn river than a bottle. I'm starting to agree with my mother on things with humans.

I think it's getting easier to talk about this and this scares me.

Anyways...

In the end, I decided not to aid either of them directly. Honestly, I was hoping for a peaceful acceptance, but not everyone thinks with logic rather than emotion. In my opinion, getting turned into a werewolf is the least bad thing to get converted. The creatures that I know about from my mother's teaching could convert her would have been a lot worse. There was my first transformation...my 16th birthday was a complete nightmare of pain. However, this is my cold logic talking. That logic that wants both parties to win, but I know that's impossible. I can tell by this text that Didi lost more. I should probably talk with her. I know in her heart she didn't want to hurt her...and I wish there was a way for me to resolve it. However, I'm a foreigner with little structure, my mother's cosmetic brand to my name, and a powerful spirit of self-confidence. Don't expect me to move mountains with that yet, as I am now.

I should continue the previous conversation. [Luci is hissing in the background]

Love...is the body of water in the desert to me. A lot of them are mirages, and I'm a person who been out there long enough to see the difference and sometimes, stop giving a shit about how nice it would be to find that big oasis. I will protect my findings, those little jewels I do find. I think because of that, I will always be the cold logical monster, the one who prefers control and pursues her own interests...because in my eyes, everyone's a selfish fuck and I can't enjoy my life trying to entertain all their desires. Don't expect me to. A few people ever did that for me, and even less would show me that they're doing it for my gain and not their own game. I find helping others and myself with my logic and sound reasoning, but passion and true love are concepts my mind has lost a taste for. Because if I fell in love again and lost, I think I would hurt everyone, even those little connections that I had to allow my mind to have again.

I'm kinda tired...I think that's a bit of a rant that I will ask myself next I play this. Probably not talking mindfully right now.

[Recording ended, after a thud from which she had hit the statuette with her tail as she goes to sleep.]

## S1E13 - Sugar Magnolia

Log Date: March 19. 2021 6:12pm

[Began recording]

Today left me in a strangely good mood...well, not completely, but better than most of this week.

The suggestion by a friend in the jewelry shop..firey little vixen, especially if you count that twists in her hairstyle are on fire. She's literally a hot head...smoking hairstyle and all....okay, I need to stop now.

Anyways, she suggested a botanical garden park that wasn't far from here. Great place to clear my head, She told me. Honestly, I was surprised that she actually talked to me today. Usually, she spends hours in her workshop or need deep in her classes to care. She actually kept rambling for hours as if something was bothering her, so I finally asked her. She was having issues with her little sister tha--well, I will say no more. I'll say she had to let out some stea--Oh goddammit. What is wrong with me today?

It was my luck that I ran into Hellfires during my reprieve. I had meaning to talk to them about certain issues that I won't say in this voice log. Another person who has established an interest in supporting me was also with the leader, and they were...well, honestly, I was wondering when those two will...Looks like there will be peace for now.

My impression of Hellfires is good right now. One of them somehow managed to drive off that bitchface Quist in record time, and in a way that took even me a lot of restraint to not break into a peal of laughter, and I have a mountain of restraint.

More so, since we brought up the topic that we have bigger problems. I thought them my intentions which I hope was simple. I planned on winning cleanly, and get rid of them systematically. However, I know there will be some instances where we need to not be so clean about it, but that's a part of the chapter that won't be written for a while.

In the end, I have a nice alliance as a powerful resource and also a source of personal intel. *Everyone spills something at a coffee shop, even stuff they are not supposed to talk about it.*

In the end, I had a pleasant last day of Spring Break, even had a fun hot makeout in the trees with a young lady I met while in the gardens. She was so cute and smelled of spirit and forest... I broke my restraints for her for some reason.

Now that I think about it, some of my inhibitions broke during that picnic, more than I would have been comfortable with. I wonder if one of them had something to do with it? I'm pretty sure. I have plans to talk with them again.
[End Recording]

## S1E10 - Tricks of the Light

Log Date: March 23. 2021 Time: 9:28pm

[Began recording]

Everyone gets on me about working too hard. it's annoying..

Well, they don't get that I didn't have a student government from where I'm from and the last thing I want to do after I get elected is to be a dense figurehead to someone else in SGA. I owe too many people to do something that half-assed. Someone even told me to watch..'anime?' I'm like, really?

Honestly, some of these rules and processes annoy the hell out of me. No wonder why they can't get things done. I feel like my first movement would be to simply, and adjust how we can get beneficial policies rolling out. Part of that would me I would have to go to the board of directors and inform them that our voice should have a strong impact than previously.

Believe me, I don't plan on being nice about it.

Well, okay...I did let myself took too hard. First, there was the team meeting on Sunday where I announced Xander into my campaigning team as campaign manager. Then I have been getting myself acquainted with all the material about all the policies and board of directors information. That long study session took the rest of the day or until my consciousness was non-existent. My brain didn't even register a giant ass wolf jumping on my balcony a couple of days ago. Luckily, I know that giant ass wolf. It was nice that she treated me that night.

*A shuffling of sheets and pillows and a sudden impact of a body on a mattress with recorder being handled roughly*

I guess I should talk about it today, I decided to go to the movies. It was on a whim and I was hoping that a sensual romance would help me...well, think about actually....never mind. I

Saw Arsling off the corner of my eye, but I felt now is not the time to talk, considering what I almost wanted to do. I just wished that the outcome of all this would have been a lot cleaner. My words to Arsling were intended to sway her to peaceful cooperation. I didn't want to see her down that path...There was a vision that she would have been turned by something else terrible, and everyone she loved would have been caught in the crossfire. It was a dream...there was no way to explain it.

I will say this...I did disagree with Didi about the part that the one to be turned needs to not know it's coming. I feel like because of that education is why things happened as they did. Sadly, I have my own battles to fight and have no time to question werewolves' lore and politics.

In the movie, there was actually a sex scene that felt like nothing...It was slapped in and just out there. I wasn't even impressed because I had no real attachment to the characters. Even someone else shared my opinion on the matter, a bit more expert critique coming from them. Honestly, I was quite impressed.

I know who they were, and I had an inkling that their intent was a form of power-play, honestly, it's hard to tell with that one.. I hope they know that even if I humor their approaches even once or twice, they can't control me even if they get me to bed with them. I just hope they figure it out before I have to enlighten them. I'm pretty sure that won't be the last I see of them with this.

Did get to call Quist out on her bullshit. How silly this person was to hide that she was watching the same film and passed it off like she was being a golden rule lawyer. Honestly, she makes me sick with that. I'll admit that she was a good kisser, but she was also too safe by then and she is now.

*Though, I'm that also makes me very worried. . .I hope I'm ready for whenever they make their move.* Everything is rolling in my favor, and that's concerning....and I have yet to be wrong on these things.

For once, can I just be wrong and say that they'll let me win without any violence or foul play?

*Probably not.*

[End Recording]

## S1E## - On the Ropes

Log Date: March 28. 2021 Time: 7:28pm

[Began recording]

So this evening, I had to talk to Xander about the nature of his work, but I was gentle with it. At least, I hope I was. He didn't need to introduce me like he did today. I don't want to come off to anyone as a higher state than I am. Personally, I would let my words do the dictating.
Though, he's earnest and commits to whatever set his mind to, that while it frustrates me at times, it's admirable. I feel happy to help Tamzen way back, and I hope they're going to be happy to and lovely dangerous...not to me, I can hope.
I'll admit, the trip to the Rope course was fun at the best. One of my classmates was there. I admit I ended coming off cold to her towards the end, but I was freaking out since I nearly fell and demorph in front of everyone. I was in no mood to have fun with her and came off roughly. I'll have to apologize to her.

The log exercise was a show to watch. I did a lot of the plank holding and passing since I'm pretty confident on my upper body. We had a few hiccups though. Xander was having a hard time finding his footing and I was wondering if it has anything to do with the finals or me. Colby seems so grumpy about the whole thing, though, with Rhys, they were super cute together....don't blame them for ditching for whatever adventure in the woods.
I'm just happy that I didn't twist my ankle today, so a win is still a win. I'm tired, so I'll cut this short.

[End Recording]

## S1E19 - Dancin’ in the Ruins

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