10 Months Later…
Mr. Foetus looked out over his small city and thought of the olden times. Life seemed to move both rapidly and slowly, and time was like a haunting vertigo, latching to his shoulder with its heavy burden.
He realized that he had not signed onto Tumblr in 10 months. It was a travesty, both unto his followers and unto himself. He had left behind his art/music blog, his casual blog, his two horror blogs, and his Game Center CX blog to hang limply upon hangers in his accursed, damp, dusty basement.
After exorcising the place of the shades and revenants that had piled up over the months, he made his way down. There they were, hanging sadly over a pile of bones and old grimoires. They were faded and moldy, and he wasn’t sure if Tumblr knew they existed any longer. He wasn’t sure if he even had the willpower to scrape away the mold and rat excrement and ectoplasm that had settled upon them over the past 10 months. But one blog was easy to scrub clean and reuse, and so he did so, taking it down and getting to work. He left the other blogs behind, hoping that the bit of outside light and air he had given them would keep the spirits at bay for now.
Sitting down, he began to write a post. He had become rusty, but as the words began to flow his pace quickened and he began to feel the gusto of 10 months past slowly flow through him again. Instead of typing “I’m back, after forever. Not sure when I’ll start using my other blogs again, but I’ll be posting/reblogging on this one for now. Poop butts”, he described his return in a prose-like manner.
Mr. Foetus had returned, for the most part, and this was the most pointless thing he’d written in a very long time. What a silly asshole.