I suppose I saw something like this coming. But, at the same time, I didn't know they would have this much audacity to be so upfront about it. Otoki's mother, my Aunt Shuki, tried to frame me for the poisoning and hospitalization for grandmother. It was clear from the beginning how this was rather obvious. But, it still sickens me that my own father took their side because I was 'being too harsh' and acting the wrong way towards family members. Surely their must be a limit to how useless he is? One would think. 

One would hope. 

I'm not sure what will actually happen, because it is very possible grandmother might just decide to not press charges. Given that she had a secret room with secret cameras, I do wonder how paranoid she actually is. And I wonder if it would be worth my time to try to make an ally in her. After all, who was the only person who actually sought justice in this? I wonder if she would see it that way. 

The stereotypical thing to say would be that it's 'too quiet' right? I know what I would have been doing before. I would have been at the big house or bothering everyone via text messages asking if there was anything I could do for them. I wonder if they have even noticed that I'm different now. I've been trying to practice with this weird...phone app situation. Nothing world-changing so far. It's strange how...normal and boring most people are. I had always imagined everyone else lived very exciting and fulfilling lives. But, no. It's all 'I cheated on my partner' or 'I cheated on an exam to get into university' or 'I stole $200 from my job.' It's all tiny petty shit. 

Maybe I've been thinking about this in an incomplete way. Maybe I also need to be thinking about how others can be used to my advantage instead of just worrying about what makes them vulnerable? Food for thought. 

I've done a lot of errands for dogs in the past, specifically the ones my relatives own. But, I think I'm starting to actively dislike them. Or maybe that's just me displacing my resentment. I think dog people are crazy. They get attached. And then they get irresponsible. Was this actually the harbinger's dog or someone else's? I could easily imagine this creature could cause unimaginable destruction if someone knew what they were doing. Makes me a little scared that I actually thought through some possibilities here. I wonder if there is something awful just deep, deep inside of me that I haven't been acting on this whole time. I'd bet it would be genetic. 

I feel like I...you know I'm getting more and more angry that my parents never did anything to protect me. They always just encouraged everyone else. I bet it was just because they were tired of being the scapegoats themselves. Maybe they even just had me to pass on this bullshit. 

I keep having nightmares. Maybe it's my body or my subconscious warning me about something that's going to happen? Well, things seem to be working out well with the new roommate. I got that cat door and the cat door window thing installed within the week. I ended up getting some cat flaps installed around most of the doors in my apartment as well. I think they like that. So basically they can go wherever they want. 

I wonder why things don't feel any different. I have these 'gifts' now but I still feel frightened and paranoid all of the time. I guess even powers can't change who you are on the inside. And it's hard to believe I could actually rely on any of the people I've been working with outside of a 'mission.' Everyone is struggling to survive. Been having some dark thoughts lately. I wonder if it actually was worth it. 

Well, no one has come to kill me, yet. I do worry if they'll just start sending me and everyone else on contracts that can't be 'won' and that are just going to kill us. I think that's what happened to the other guy. Could just be my paranoia, but I don't know what else to think. After all, he wrote it down. There is no way to tell if he actually thought it a bunch or maybe he was smarter than me. I remember when this first started that I wondered if this was just some sort of entertainment to them. And now I'm beginning to wonder if that was the best read on this as I'll ever get. 

How do I...remain safe? I've already decided I don't really care what this is or what they are as long as it can help me and it isn't a massive screw-over. So I need to figure out how I can not put a giant target on my face here. 

Is it dumb that I was more worried about this than going into a contract where I might have to kill someone? I visited grandmother. I guess she hadn't been aware of what everyone was doing, at least in terms of the aunties and my cousins. And she isn't happy about it. I essentially have a few options moving forward. I can keep the painting as a hobby and go forward with getting an MBA or I can try to be everything on the art. 

Well, I can make the art choice in the future. I don't even know what 'my own art' would even look like at this point. But, I know I can start looking at schools. So I may as well start looking into what's close to home. It's not like I have a full time thing going with the contracts. If anything, doing a few on the side might give me an edge until I finish the program. 

My 'colleagues' have brought up several times that it is likely unsafe for us to go to a normal hospital to deal with more 'work related' issues. And I am just not willing to sit around forever and change into an alien boba creature. So where can I go to have this looked at? Like is this going to be a situation where I end up having to get onto the dark web to find out if there are any 'mutant friendly' doctors near me? Yes. This is how I will end up in a test tube. Or sold for parts.  I suppose there must be some other worse ways this could go. 

Regardless, I don't think I'm willing to wait any longer on this. If not this week, then next. We need this taken care of and I'm just not going to pretend it isn't an issue. Hopefully it won't cost more than I can pay. 

My stomach is gurgling, and I am not about to start this 4 year political cycle out with alien egg babies. I also get the feeling that there is some shit going on with my family lately, and I am going to want to get ahead on that. God. If only someone was campaigning on a 'no alien eggnancies without consent' policy. And I know Sobo asked me to look in on O-toki as well. I guess I'm going to have to actually address that front on. 

It's been surprisingly difficult to figure out what to say to him. Oh hey there cousin. So I know we haven't talked since your mother tried to frame me for a murder and then got carted off to jail. What's new with you? I started hanging out with a werewolf. Yeah, like that would work. Maybe that's just what I have to work with. 

So I had gotten the initial idea that O-Toki was probably one of us, or a a mutant, when I realized that there was no reason for the footage to loop regarding the case with Aunt trying to kill Sobo. But, we ended up confirming it. There was no contract this week, so we ended up taking the time to cover a lot of stuff that just needed doing. K and their band did a gig at The Connecticut School. I ended up talking to someone I think is pretty far up in the school administration. Corentina Wiater. Apparently mutants come from the descendants of contractors. So the Mutant Schools were not aware that the Harbingers were still active and still making new Contractors. So that was a total new one to them. 

O-Toki was clearly cracking under the issue of his accidental turning into a Contractor. I guess the person who spoke to him was called 'The Arcade?' Never heard of that one. But, he totally got too high and then blew up his fucking computer. Thank goodness his parents weren't around when it happened. Unfortunately, it sounds like Aunt will get off scot free. 

We also visited the Mutanimals for a day. It was good to see them doing well. And I worry, especially with all the political shit going on. Those guardian things? I think that was what they were called. Some sort of robot that detects people like us. I'm feeling pretty tired about it. Not really sure what to do. I wonder if the Harbingers even care.