God I love silent hill. Figures you'd reference it; it rather fits along with the whole concept of subjective realities and insatiny you always seem to throw Edgar into. Your work is as awesome as always.

Okay, this'll say it's for chapter two, but it's really for chapter three - my review was cut off. I've been pasting the review on a seperate copy.

Chapter THREE review
"Edgar, we wanted to ask you if you wanted a different roommate." Uh oh. Wait, so this means either realities are stitching back together, or he's falling back into a web of illusions again. Odd. I think it's the former. "If there's one reality, only one world has consequences..." *dawning comprehension* So, what, they're going to test the worlds and see which reality is real with what happens to them?

'Looked around a bit more, found he was sitting on a car hood and Johnny was beside him.' Oh shite. Oh SHITE this is from your other fic, the, ah, whatever it was called - where Johnny shoves him off the car, over the cliff, isn't that right? Yeah, that one made me cry. "Now, where were we?" Oh no.

'His tongue piercing clicked against his teeth.' He does seem the type to have a tongue piercing, doesn't he? 'We're going to get through this. We're going to survive. We're going to' role reversal.

Snow globes. Little worlds in a glass orb. "...Nny?" -straightjacket- "Nny?" -school- "Hi. How do you feel?" -hospital/dying- "Give it up, Edgar!" -Passive- 'As anyone would, as everyone would, he struggled.' -fic- "-why the HELL are you here?” -hell fic- 'We're dead?' -I'm guessing where Johnny talks to Edgar in heaven, maybe-

'That would...that would be the mental hospital.' Yeah, that would suck. Anyway, I've been trying to sort them all out, or get them in order *motions at above paragraph* some of those are from fics I haven't read yet, but I recall the summaries. 'That would explain the snow.' That's a nice world, but probably not the real one. "You...make me want to die..." Interesting.

'You always knew...' That doesn't bode well on my possible-happy-ending-meter.

"Edgar...Harry's dead." Oh gods. "Control me..." I remember that fic. "What did you say?" Never read that one. "...think I'm drunk." Diary fic. 'I wasn't there for a few seconds Edgar I wasn't there' Getting worse then. "Edgar? Are you okay?" Damn. How many realities are there? "Edgar con carne." Possibly the carne fic. "Squee's dead." "Shit, is it really worse in that case?" It's like a merry-go-round. "What if we're shifting realities?" Wonderful timing.

'I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying' 'Oh god, you ARE.' Well, THAT'S comforting. "Edgar, help!" I think this is real. As in, current happens, the fight is real. I love that little Scriabin's sweater is ripped on the back in two places, right over where his wings would be. 'You can die in your dreams.' Jumping fast, but this next world looks like a long one.

'Something was very important and now he couldn't remember what it was.' Is it Scriabin? "Maybe we're related?" *smiles* cute thought. "I think I'm a pessimist." WOW. Ya think?

"Things will definitely get better." Aw. It didn't end with Nny, but I must confess, I'm glad it's a hopeful ending. This story was - gah, hope I spelled this right - phanomanol. (That was so misspelled) And yes, I do think it's a hopeful ending - but I was looking at it like this was the worlds all crushed together, destroyed, and that the people there live on while Scri and Edgar are stuck in *this* place, all white and torn.

That super long review for chapter two, writ as anon? That was ME.

(Completion of 2nd chapter review, as it was cut off)

Holy shit.

(Continued from last chapter review)

"I felt so trapped, you know?" Ah HA! I'm pleased to announce that I doubted that was Edgar speaking right then, before told it was some Henry-guy. Didn't sound like him, or Scri. "God-fucking-damn it, is it that fucking hard to tell!" Well, that was just a slip up.

"Hello-o-o..." Too many meds. Godsfuckit, too many. Huh. I keep wishing Nny is alive - I am relentless like that, and a firm believer in happy endings...nng..."You spelled Scriabin wrong." *snort* of course they did. Huh. How *did* he get that? "Nny's my support network. You should fix that." I ♥ that line.

'Oh shut up. You can't. You're coming with me.' That sounds like the old Scriabin from Vargas.

"Johnny?" OH PLEASE YES. For the love of my Happy Ending Gods, PLEASE let it be him, *please*. What the? Dust? Why...there's no reason for it to be dusty in a mental hospital...WTFNO! *cry of despair at ending* thank gods for the next chapter.

(Chapter two review)

Gods, you took Johnny away again~ *sob* Chinese...what? Stop blurring the lines, damn you! I LIKE knowing what's going on, thanks! *exasperated* damn. Oh wait, is it just in Edgar's dreams? Wait. No. Maybe they're both going crazy, just THINK they're in a hospital, and are really in Johnny's house. Well, fuckit. I have no clue. (You're laughing, aren't you?) '- Johnny held two cones of ice cream in his hands.' Shite.

Scri, you snit, stop seducing Edgar. (Scri: *utterly ignores me*) "I'm staying on the couch," That made me snicker. But in all seriousness, you've made the two realities so perfectly real that I can't tell which is real. I know how you're not afraid to MURDER THE CHARACTERS *coughcantdoangstgherself* so this fic could possibly break my heart...ugh, as long as Johnny is alive and Edgar is with him, I don't care what world they live in.

Scriabin, you're acting like an arse. Worse than usual, that is. Jake? Ah, that blonde guy? Yeah, never read a fic with him in it before.

'Oh God, who are you?' Worst. Case. Scenario. Ever. Okay, just before Johnny went on to explain that he didn't like to sleep, because it could all be gone when he woke up - right before that when he said 'You were just napping and I didn't want to wake you up' I thought 'hey, does this mean Edgar will become an insomniac?' But it's not like that. Johnny's world may shift when he sleeps, but Edgar's shifts ALL THE TIME. "I want to talk to Edgar." Johnny's actions make me think he is most likely real, and maybe Scriabin is just not letting Edgar know that world is real.

"She said you were gay in class once." What the-? "I thought I killed you." "Edgar, Edgar, remember, remember, the collapse, collapse, this is it-" Is that what's happening? "Everything stop! Just STOP!" Pretty much my thoughts.

"It was real..." I implore you, if you have ANY mercy WHATSOEVER, this world will be real. BE REAL DAMMIT. "All of them." F*u*c*k. *head in hands* 'Fuck you, you were worse.' Ah.

'Right in the middle of him talking.' Ahh, this is getting worse. Well. I don't think they're multiple worlds; it's multiple realities. Read his book - Johnny read his diary? That means he didn't burn it this time?

Holy shit.

"He just completely changed his walk and posture and everything. Even the look on his face." Hell yeah. That's Scriabin for ya. *hugs Scri* Gah, just so you know, I was seriously horrified at his utter lack of an EYE. It looks like such a large hole compared to his glasses...

Edgar. An AGRESSIVE Edgar. It is...a curios thought, actually. But Nny is dead, isn't he? Ah, I just read that fic this morning, too. "Did Nny call?" Alright - because your Diary fic was so UNCLEAR there (although I loved it) is Nny really dead, or is he just presumed dead/non-existant because he's an 'invisible' person? *calm*

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KILLED NNY OMGWTF. *deep breath* Okay, I'm calm again. Also, can eyes grow back? Hm. Great, now I keep waiting for Scri to jump up and start yelling. "...Who attempted this?" And he is mentioned! "That would be me." Aw shite; from the 'soft pop' and onward, I just knew he changed. EFFNO don't trust him; again, ambiguous, I can't tell who's lieing and who's delusional in this fic or the Diart one.

Type of cake? Why cake? 'I..I can't... Scriabin choked for a second. Vanilla? So desperate to be correct.' Ah ha, so Scriabin is more affected than I thought...he seems a bit more like Edgar when he broke down, actually. "Like I said...things get hazy." *bites lip to keep from smiling*

"Kirk." OHFUCKNO that Kirk? Seriously? 'And...?' Scri! Oh, honestly, this place is not helping, is it? And upping the meds - again - will that help? 'A-7 to A-5.'

Chap 1 and 2 vague reminded me of the song 'Memory Lane' from Elliot Smith. Anyway nice fic, couldn't help but smile when you put Harry in. I love 'Vargas' too.

Oh dear Jesus. At times, this was more confusing than the diaryfic.

And it WAS a sad ending - oh well. That's what you do XD

I liked it though. To my favorites it goes!!

...O.o...O.o...Oh my God, you are so damn talented!! I love how you manage to keep everything in the same style as Mr Vasquez but with a unique brilliance of your own. Everything is so poignant and awesome (I've run out of decent synonyms) I'm sure I've forgotten to praise you on something else as well...
Steve the Plushie: 'stares in awed wonder, picks up spork and grins'

Oh man, you killed HARRY ;O; And haha, James was a jerk.

But erhem, right. This was totally awesome. For me to produce something like this, it would take weeks of grinding it out. Lots of sweat and blood. I really admire your ability to characterize and keep the story flowing, but at the same time succeed in making that flow anything but constant. Too often, stories are written with a regular cadence; it's not a bad thing, but it does get boring after a while. Um... It's like listening to a great techno song after having the radio on for hours, y'know!

lol i stayed up til 6 am to read this :B

And I still love Scriabin. I wanted my abusive not-porn and I got it. But, just... Jesus. Edgar was so horribly broken that I didn't have the heart to enjoy it. I'm a bad person for even thinking I would. Some sicker part of me probably did. :<

yeah well anyhow

This was a perfect sequel to the diary fic. I couldn't have asked for more. Thanks for takin' the time to share it with us~

damn dude just ... wow, ok i can't stop crying WA ... I LOVE THIS FIC so much it makes me want to darw Scriabin even more than i do YAY

As I was reading this I thought, 'damn, i wish it would just go on forever!' And then I got to the end. And, as sad as it turned out, I was so ready to accept it. And then I saw that there was still two more chapters! :D *clickeyclack!*

Hello again.

I read the diary fic before this, though i was going to read this first before you mentioned it was a sequel. I just seriously love Scriabin and had to read another fic with him and Edgar in it. Me being the persistent person i am, and the bibliophile i am, read the first fic.

lol. it was insane and i enjoyed every minute of reading it, even if i couldn't comprehend what was going on. I thought for a while in that fic that Edgar became a waste lock since from johnny's example, waste-locks can't die and recover quickly. i thought that because i thought it imposible that he would still be fine even after popping his own eye. apparently i was wrong, since he now has that shiny smooth socket and eyepatch. i wonder why his eye didn't really grow back, or why the doctors didn't give him a fake eye. he probably refused it. but he really is a waste lock if the collapse in the end was any indication.

i really did love this monster of a story though. for many reasons really, but i will tell you the main one first. i loved this story because it showed how close Edgar and Scriabin could really be. That they could be in a caring supportive relationship even with Scri being the antagonizing person he is. This is an example of what could have been, what might have been, and what there still could be if only they stop misunderstanding one another. the point is that i adore their relationship in this story. It's always how i wanted it and imagined it could be.

i do like how the Diary story started out, so normal, so... sane. just little annoyed entries, by Scri and Edgar. and to use your own analogy, it was like they were reading each other's post-it notes on the fridge at different times. it amused me to no end, rather hilarious really.

i was kinda surprised when Scri started possesing Edgars body like that. In the story Vargas he only did it one to three times tops, and only the last one did anything at all really. but in Diary he continually took over Edgars body, and Edgar sounded so... used to it. but i did think it was funny when Scri got drunk, and messed with Edgar by saying he slept with someone. And those dreams... well, that was a bit unexpected but not that surprising.

I too like consistency, so i liked that Edgar wrote the date and Scri did not, even if it was only to tell them apart sometimes. thing did get a little confusing when they stoped using date, i has to read the entire entry and try to decide who wrote it. sometimes it was obvious, like only Scri would say this or when they said the other's name in the entries, but sometimes it was just confusing.

then Edgar became increasingly unrational. saying nonsensical things while Scri freaked out. poor Scri. All this shit always seems to happen to him. and Edgar as well.

but Scri did have a good point. Edgar is so ungrateful for all the things he has, all the opportunities, all the options. he still couldn't sympatize with Scri back then. Couldn'y understand how it felt to be trapped and helpless in a body that you can't control. All scri wanted was a life, to be real in a sense, is that so much to ask for? I do wonder why Edgars voice couldn't seperate himself from him as Devi's and Johnny's could as they gained power.

Johnny's doughboys could move around after a while. Devi's painting, sickness, came out of the painting. But Edgar's could only possess him. In a way it makes sense, because no matter how much power Scri obtains he is still a part of Edgar. He was originally he voice and shall always be. No matter how deformed and mutilated be becomes as the system distorts him.

This is why i said Edgar may be the only one who can save him. Because while Scri won't admit to it most of the time, Edgar does have the power; he just doesnt or doesn't know how, to use it.

but thats besides the point. I really did enjoy this fic, the sequel as well. I loved how someone else besides Edgar could finally validate Scribins presense. even if they did catagorize it as M.P.D, now known as D.I.D. though i do understand the reasons behind that. It really would look like Dissociative identity disorder to those who are medically trained to identify mental and personality disorders. But it really did amuse me when Scriabin would yell at the poor doctors. *laughs sadistically* Very funny indeed. I loved how they switched from one to the other.

i wonder if that is what's going to happen in Vargas, of which i STILL BELIEVE IS NOT FINISHED NO MATTER WHAT OTHER REVIEWERS MAY SAY. That story simply can't be finished, there are so many things unresolved. so many questions left unanswered. And as an obsessive seeker of answers, i simply can't accept that. But, even if it is the end, of which i still believe it is not, i was still somewhat satified. I really did love that story and shall continue to adore it for the rest of my life no matter what ending it has.

I admit that it got confusing when they went to all those different realities. everything seemed so fragmented and it flowed jaggedly. so disorienting, but i believe that was your aim in the first place. Thus i compliment you on achieving us the readers to feel that way. A fic must be well written and done right to get the appropriate effect on the readers and you do that so skillfully. You truly are an amazing author.

I did like that Beauty and the beast scene where they finally gained thier rationality back. dancing and talking. It was such a relief after all those twists and disorienting turns. for them to say anything coherent for any interval of time was a relief in itself. But the thing that touched me most, that moved me, is their promise to each other to survive this together. that fierce protectiveness, support, and trust. something i wish they had in Vargas. a shame it took insanity, an unknown threat, and a gradual descent to collaspe to do so.

But it was understandable that they stayed together through everything. Each other was the only constant when there was no consistency. No matter what happened in each reality, they always had each other to rely on. Even in the end after the collaspe, they still stayed together and were determined to fight this together till the end.

While some may say, and you did say, that the ending was kinda depressing since they have no hope to survive, i still find that faith they have in each other to shine so radiantly. Like a light in that destroyed world they're in. That determination, it inspires me and encourages me. To never give when all seems lost. and while saying this may be sickengly optimistic, i still believe that they can survive. No matter how difficult the road to recovery, as long as they have each other they will be alright.

This was a truly wonderful fic that i enjoyed reading immensely. i loved that this was a Scriabin and edgar centered fic. Since i just adore the two.

Thank you for writing this truly fasinating fic that explores the dark shadows and whats hidden in them in a persons mind.

Ja ne~

~ Kari ~

This...was so freakin complicated.

HOW ON EARTH DID YOU MANGAGE THIS?!?! I could barely keep it all straight, and you had to make this up!!

Trully, this thing baffles the mind.

Good, very intense to read.

^.^ that was actually...

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest returns to me all of a sudden.

How did Edgar loose his eye? Though the mental image of Edgar and Scri switching back and forth is endlessly amusing...the poor other crazies, having to deal with the two of them. heh.

This was vastly amusing, but it did cause a small amount of brain damage. I think I'll be okay. ^.~

Man, I read this ages ago when you posted it up with the StarCon stuff. Had to read it again for some reason. I love that it makes no sense in some points. And how it skips through stuff without telling you anything. I dunno.

Still hoping you feel better.

~viridianphoenix