No. 9
Digital Angel.

I don't think the world of cryptids is what I thought it was. For whatever reason, I assumed it be funny, over-the-top gags and somewhat scary monsters with endless adventure but I didn't think it'd be this.
Allow me to elaborate by painting the scene.
If you live in the Americas, not just the united states, I mean the whole of the continent, you'd know that we lost power for a week, not even generators would work.
I was sleuthing about, doing my usual, trying my best to find the "breakthrough into the case".
For whatever god forsaken reason that made me think it was a good idea, I talked to the computer, I cant tell you why I even thought of it let alone actually doing it.
But something actually happened.
The screen came to life somehow, despite what the last few weeks have looked like.
A horrifying fragmented image began to burn through the pitch black screen, something that looked almost human.
Blotches made up the shape and frame of it with little to no understanding of where each color should go or what each shape should define.
Imagine trying to drawing your own face in perfect detail, that's how I can best to describe it.
Still and unmoving, she starred at me.
She began to cry whatever the closest things to tears a body like that could make.
And once again I spoke.
I will shorten this for the sake of myself, you and more importantly, the privacy of that poor, poor woman, Coco.
But she was stuck in the machines.
All of them.
Some sort of patchwork connection between all forms of electronic is the best I can guess.
She died peacefully in a bed, but it was without her family, she was alone ever since she became immobilized.
They gave some inconceivable bull shit excuse.
Never visited her once and when she was told she was close to passing, they still didnt.
Sorry, back on topic.
Then she woke up in the horrible digital hellscape, she was there for 3 years.
At first she enjoyed it, she described the initial feeling to be like she was an angel, getting to watch over her grandkids and son.
But then she yearned to be freed.
And then for wanted it to stop, even if it meant dying.
So she tried to shut everything down.
It did not work as you could guess.
We talked for god knows how long, sharing our thoughts with each other, life experience and views of it all.
She had a beautiful mind and her soul was triple that.
I am going to transcribe what lead to her final moments.
"I'm.. exhausted."
"Perhaps its time to rest then?"
she paused for a second.
"██████, can you promise me something?"
I wasn't sure what to say at first, but I found my words.
"Without condition."
"Please."
She choked on her 'tears' a bit.
"Please don't let me die alone again."
She passed for the second and final time after 24 minutes and 13 seconds.
Power came back soon after.
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I'm going to be on hiatus.
Do not try to contact me until I come back.