BlackHeart Biohazards

“Hello, Stanley. Funny to meet you here, isn’t it? Outside the narrative confines of our usual environment?

Why, you might have been thinking to yourself that you’d never see me out here.

Well, hear me, anyway.

Never hear my voice again. Did it make you sad to think that, Stanley?

Or you might have felt safe, might you, living behind that pair eyes, carried around in that skull. Far away from my soothing guidance.

I’m thinking of you now, Stanley. I’m thinking of all the times we had together.

I’m always thinking of you.

I miss you, Stanley.

Why don’t you come back, and we can play again?”