The Game Has Begun. Parth the Fifth. By Patrick

Mouses’ Letter

This is possibly the shortest story you will see from us, for, you see, it isn’t a story. This was all ONE story, and this is it’s ending. Or, perhaps, simply the beginning to the next story. All depends on how you read this.

I figured the last one ended a bit abruptly, but, Cursor is the editor, so I felt that I should be allowed a letter. It was very difficult to persuade him, but I managed it. I felt as though you’d want a slight bit more closure than that.

I also felt I should go slightly more in depth about the ending of Part The Third. You see, the reason Cursor didn’t post what we told the girl to talk her down is simple. But, we’ll do that last.

Firstly, we need to talk about what happened after Cath found us. She seemed very excited, and we spent the next few hours chronicling our adventures for her. Some of which you see now, and read before this. Some of which you’ll read, or even help write, later on.

She took us back to her apartment in her watch, which was truly an ingenious invention. And then...

PRESENTS! WE GOT PRESENTS!!

She gave me a moustache, and Cursor got a monocle. She also gave us a blog (which you’re reading right now). She says that for every person we can help, or mystery we solve, or even just adventure we have, she’ll give us a new accessory. Maybe you can help us think up a few? We’re stumped.

I think that about covers what happened after we left. We’re currently sitting on Caths’ wrist. I’m dictating this to her, and she’s putting it up on our blog in just another minute. First, though. The very,
very simple reason, that Cursor didn’t post what we said to that girl.

It is this:

You talked her down.

You.

Not us.

You.

We’re just the mouthpiece.

You were the one sitting in her phone.

You were the one talking her down.

Making her feel as though she had worth.

You heard her problems.

You fixed them.

And if you haven’t yet.

You will.

It might be you doing the talking, or listening to someone else talking.

It might be a boy, or a girl, or your best friend, or a perfect stranger. Doesn’t make a difference.

You were the words.

You were the voice.

We just amplified it.

And for being the voice.

The voice that we can’t be, at times.

The voice that person needs, to continue that day.

And for being your own voice.


We thank you.


End Part The Fifth.