my name is jenga, and you might recognize me from @2hiit, @mikucaptor, @spellbookbindings, @oberonnie, @goodnatured, @uzufoxy, and @autochaton. if you do, you may have also noticed my various absences from the tumblrsphere in the last year or so. although i've been trying to stay as uninvolved from this as i can, i've reached my breaking point. this is in part due to the newest of the false allegations sunnie has lobbied against me, and in part due to the health of my wife, who was supposed to be wearing a heart monitor this month to track some irregular beating, but whose results have most definitely been skewed due to the repeated stress sunnie has been putting our family through this past week.Â
this post will include every shred of evidence i have against sunnie (@sunniehub), with the hope that once i've said everything i can, i never have to address this again. i deserve peace. my family deserves peace. i have been forced to accept we will not get any if i continue to just wait for this to blow over.
xe has been relentlessly block evading and stalking my various blogs, as well as attempting to tarnish my online reputation beyond repair with false accusations in an effort to drive me off of this site. i have been dealing with sunnie and xer inexcusable behavior ever since i blocked xem on january 2nd, 2023 for the sake of my mental health. i made a response post once before addressing these false allegations against me, but i now realize that will no longer be sufficient, as sunnie seems to be content with making up new and worse accusations when the previous ones fail to stick.
content warnings for this document include: mentions of r/pe, mentions of CSA, stalking, harassment, emotional abuse, gaslighting, guilt tripping, suicidal thoughts, and mentions of transphobia. there are also descriptions of physical stalking, as well as graphic descriptions of violence, but these things are warned for before they occur, and are skippable if need be.
over the course of THIS DOCUMENT, iâll be showing you chat logs, screenshots, and data supporting the claims iâve made about sunnie, as well as offering you some context as to how this situation came to be. this is quite an extensive log and i'm aware it may be hard to follow, and some of you may want to skip to the parts that are most striking to you. i have taken the liberty to include an outline in the sidebar for the ease of moving around the document at your own pace, and iâll be using formatting to make it as neurodivergent friendly as i possibly can. please bear with me.
i truly believe sunnie is a danger to this community, most especially those xe interacts with on a regular basis, just like i once did.
[as a disclaimer: while i have censored sunnie's previous name, i will not be altering any outdated pronouns as they appear in our chat logs. this is to maintain the integrity of the logs and readability. i no longer use xer former pronouns or name, and there are plenty of people who can vouch for this fact.]
i will be temporarily disabling anonymous asks, because i will not be addressing this matter publicly any longer. when i do eventually re-able them, any asks pertaining to this post, or the events this post addresses, will be promptly deleted. replies, reblogs, and DMs are fine, but otherwise, i am considering this matter closed until further notice.
furthermore, i do not want to see any commentary, speculation, or prodding for details whatsoever regarding the individuals in this document whose identities i have censored. this is a stalking accusation. they are censored for their protection.
they are not the focus of this document, sunnie is.
Pathfinder isnât sure how much time has passed since everything âwent to shitâ, as one of his former friends would say. Heâs spent the majority of that time wandering the ruins, looking for people to help and monsters to kill in an attempt to make things just a bit easier for the others struggling to survive.
Heâs barely able to walk as a result of the nonstop fighting by the time he finds Snake. The MRVN has accepted his fate, but he still looks rather affronted when the gun is turned on him, and holds that defensive stance after it is lowered. Heâs almost expecting Snake to shoot him on the spot and manages a sliver of gratitude when he doesnât.
âIâm trying to help as many people as I can before I shut down!â he chirps. âWhy are you here? Are you trying to help people too? I have some supplies left in my pack if you need them!â
He limps a little closer, giving the gun another look before glancing at Snakeâs faceâhe knows the man doesnât like him, given their turbulent history, and wonders if heâll even accept his offer to help.
"No,"
The answer comes swiftly, Snake does not want to spend more time than needed with Pathfinder around- and after a few of their encounters, he's sure the machine is aware of that. However, that's not the whole truth- with a sigh, he adds "I don't need supplies, but others do."
"How are you going to get to them in this shape?"Â it comes out of the blue, seemingly uncharacteristic, punctuated by the vertical panning of his eyes. The agent no longer seems hostile, instead giving his back to the robot and seemingly walking away.
It's after a few steps that he turns to look at him again "pick up the pace, there's an abandoned shop a block away. I'm getting you there." It's almost like another facet of him is showing.Â
âYou go bowling with them!â Link clearly was not concerned about the fact that Snake seemed rather offput about his talking about them- itâd never been an issue back in Hyrule or Termina, after all. Heck, just look at the blast mask- that thing was weird. But handy!
âAnd bombs are just handy in general. You can blow up rocks and walls, which is good for exploring in caves and dungeons and stuff.â
"Bowling." Snake starts deadpan, even if the worry is palpable. He's [reluctantly] grown fond of the kid so the idea of him going off and playing with bombs at liberty is... something.
At least without supervision, no killjoys here.
He rubs at his temple. "No, I haven't seen any bombchus-- dungeons?"
Snake turns and the world changes, changes into something so different and yet so eerily familiar in a way the past simply can't be. More like a copy without an original. In the way only a pre-written destiny can feel.
And what a destiny it is. A battlefield settled at his new home, tanks, blood, smoke, something like smaller metal gears and whatever those monsters are.Â
But battlefields are something he's experienced with, so he backs off for threat assessment only to bump onto someone- in a swift turn, whoever this is gets a gun aimed at them... for a moment.
"you"
"what are you doing here?" the other question being, why does he look... totaled.
