Archived Journals Of Lucy Fox 4

Entry Three

It's calling to me. It's staring at me. I stared at the endless pits where its eyes should be, and I heard it whispering in my mind. I heard it telling me to embrace it. It kept saying to put it on. I almost did, until I snapped out of the trance. I threw it across the room, which stopped the whispers. I still have a desire in the back of my mind to wear it, but my instincts are telling me to run. I don't want to wear it, and I'm shaking in nervousness. I have no idea why, though. It's just a stupid mask. I probably just need some Almond Water. I think I remember something saying that it should be used when interacting with these things. Let me take a quick sip and see if that fixes it.

I'm holding it again. The whispers stopped, but I still have an overwhelming urge to put it on. Maybe I should just put it on. I am quite curious. I came here for the purpose of science, so it probably makes the most sense to just suck it up and wear it. I can always just take it off, right? Screw it, I'm going to do it. I'm holding it in my left hand as I write with my right. I can feel my left hand levitating, lifting towards my face. This mask wants me to do it, but I've heard rumors about what these things can do. Maybe I should just give it what it wants. Well, in the name of science, here I go.

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