People laugh. They laugh at me just because they don’t understand. They don’t understand why I talk to my backpack. Why I feed my backpack. Why I never let anyone take my backpack. The teachers make it seem like they get it, but I know they’re talking about me behind my back. They just don’t. I deliver, they feed. They’re not things! They are people! What is wrong with you?! You’re just like the rest. You don’t get it, so you mock me. You mock them. They are not things! They are just like you and me! PEOPLE! They are people! Why don’t you understand? They feed. On humans. That’s them. … Nothing. No.
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| - People laugh. They laugh at me just because they don’t understand. They don’t understand why I talk to my backpack. Why I feed my backpack. Why I never let anyone take my backpack. The teachers make it seem like they get it, but I know they’re talking about me behind my back. They just don’t. I deliver, they feed. They’re not things! They are people! What is wrong with you?! You’re just like the rest. You don’t get it, so you mock me. You mock them. They are not things! They are just like you and me! PEOPLE! They are people! Why don’t you understand? They feed. On humans. I’ve seen it happen. I’ll bet you’ve seen it happen. They eat at your insides. Haven’t you heard the stories about the people that mysteriously appear on the side of the road, organs chewed out? That’s them. Yes. That’s them. No, the animals came after the Insites. Fine. They latch on to their host bodies and feed on the internal organs until they’re finished. They either die or they go back to me. No, the Insite. The human would be dead by then. I’m the deliverer. Yes. I bring the Insites to their host bodies. I bring the Insites to their host bodies. … But you want to know more. You want to know more about the Insites. I can tell. Nothing. They are short, with little feet and hands. No. About five inches. Yes. There are dozens more. But you’ll never find them out. Because. People! They’re not born, they’re made. They’re made. By diseases. You’ll never understand. None of you will ever understand!! They’re here to feed. When they eat people, sometimes they leave other diseases. The Black Plague. Small Pox. West Nile. All started by the Insites. They were spread by animals. They were started by the Insites. The Insites are immune to all diseases. I transport the Insites. Yes. Always. Because I was made that way. Yes. No I’m real. I’m just not one of you. I have no need for internal organs. I have one purpose and one purpose only: to let the Insites survive. By my backpack. Yes, now where is my backpack? Do what? NO! No! You’ll kill them! ... No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I left out a piece of crucial information. The Insites… They don't have to be in my backpack. They can stay in other places… Like pockets. I’m sorry sir. I’m sorry sir, the Insites must live on. The Insites… They are people too. I’m sorry sir. But this has to be done. This is survival. The Insites will reclaim our planet. We will reign supreme once again. I’m sorry that I had to this. I’m sorry sir. I truly am. I truly am…
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