#themagnusarchivesfictive

[kinmusics]

We would like to sincerely apologize for the long wait on requests. College and moving out have certainly been a doozy! Unfortunately, with the fall semester starting up soon, I can't promise requests will get much faster. As a little bit of compensation, here's another headmate playlist, this time an Eye/Web Jonathin Sims! - Mod Sundrop

1. Private Eyes - Lenachka

2. Don't Get Caught - ApAngryPiggy

3. Entomologists - Ghost and Pals

4. I Need to Know - Anthony Warral

5. Christmas Kids - Roar

6. Dream (Outro from Calamity) - Chonny Jash

7. Without You - Ursine Vulpine

8. Never Meant to Know - Chonny Jash

[the-magnus-archives-institute]

There is something so.... odd. About being Michael but not.

I'm Michael but at the same time different. I don't feel like a new person, but I do. I'm not separate in the sense that there's two Michaels. It's like I'm Michael Shelley again, but truly Michael Shelley. No distortion attached. There have been times in the past similar to this, but there has always still been the distortion there, even just slightly.

I don't know if I prefer this or not. It just feels... wrong. This is not what we are meant to be. I don't think I like it. Maybe my feelings will change in the morning. They say not to trust your thoughts late at night anyway. - Michael

[the-magnus-archives-institute]

I've started to remember more what it was like working for Gertrude and being Michael Shelley. I remember getting stuck in the hallways and panicking, trying desperately to find a way out. None of it made sense, but I didn't fully understand up until that point why. I just wanted to help and be helped. Gertrude wasn't a bad boss until... that... honestly. She was cold, but she'd appreciated the work I did, I could tell it in the little things. I tried to be as helpful as I could to ease the burden of Archivist off of her shoulders, and I like to think I succeeded. Oh well - Michael

[the-magnus-archives-institute]

Being such an out-there fictive of Chonny Jash is WILD to me. especially with the memories I do have.

I am putting this under a read more even if it's not that long since the memories get a bit graphic! Warning for talk of eye things and yknow The Corruption - Pamela (He/him)

I never worked for the institute, I can immediately cross that off. I did interact with them a little later down the line, similar to Jane and the other avatars. I'd been made an avatar years before by someone. They'd kidnapped me, i think they were working with multiple people? I remember them holding me down almost-starfish style as I fought to break free, but there were too many people. The ringleader of the group came up to me, looked into my panicked and terrified eyes for a few seconds at most, and proceeded to get to work.

They gouged out my left eye, not taking any care about the damage they could cause. All that mattered was creating a- a hole.

I remember screaming and feeling the pop of my eye finally getting torn out and blood pouring down the side of my face. They took something- a knife maybe? To the skin around there to make the hole proper. Not wasting a second, the ringleader then grabbed this.... chunk. I remember how it looked exactly. Of honeycomb. It was still dripping honey and had clearly been recently broken off of a beehive. And then he grabbed my head and shoved the honeycomb into the hole where my eye had been. The torches flames in a circle still bright as ever.

And then they waited. I didn't know what they were waiting for, but they just stood there, staring. The people holding me down were waiting and watching too. All i could focus on was the blinding pain as I sobbed. I think I eventually just passed out and they deemed it a failure so they packed up and left.

I woke up, and the torches were out. The pain was mostly gone at that point. I reached up to where the honeycomb had been shoved in and poked it. I felt it shift, it wasnt rooted in its spot, and a wave of agony ran over me. So I sighed, wiped my face of tears, picked myself up, and walked out of that forest. On the way out, I found myself focusing more and more on the little things around me, specifically the insects and the worms.

I walked back into the city in the back of a neighborhood that had houses whose backs faced the forest. I think I might've lived in there? And I just.... went home. Obviously, I couldn't go back into society like this, but I didn't want to go through the procedure to get the honeycomb removed. I had enough food anyway to drift around my apartment for those last few months. I think I tried working on some music during that time? I remember trying to figure out something on my electric guitar. Because the honeycomb was so unstable for the first while I just wrapped it up in bandages, especially in case it bled.

It was about a month in I felt the honeycomb and realized it had taken root in a way? And it was merging with my skin. It was growing.

I admittedly panicked, i was worried about it affecting my nose, mouth, or my remaining eye. But all I could do was wait. Luckily, it didn't. It only took over that whole side of my face but left any other limbs or body parts. It would produce its own honey sometimes, but I never questioned it, just saved it if it started dripping too much and set the jar out. As an offering or for the animals, I don't know. Maybe both!

It wasn't until after those last few months that something.... clicked. And I just... knew. I had become an avatar of The Corruption. I think that had always been the goal of the cult? Kidnappers? That grabbed me. They just expected it to be an immediate and big showy thing. It wasn't. But The Corruption accepted me anyway. It was when it all clicked that i realized essentially what I needed to be doing, with the whole feeding the corruption bit and the regular avatarness.

This wasn't supposed to be nearly this long, but I ended up remembering a lot more as I wrote this haha. Oops? - Pamela (he/him)