T̘̟̝ͣ͒̔h̢̫͎͖̱ẽ͍ ̼̤͖͐́̋f̜͎̼̣̯̰ǫ̏̑͒̋͛l̡͌͊ͨ̌̆ͭlo͉̟͆͋ẘ̤͚̱ͥ̔̊͞ͅi͟n̵͉̘͉͈̤̲ͨ̎ͬ̈̄̂g̥͓̜͙̅ͬͩ̆͞ ͕̲̞̠͍̯ͅm͌͗ͤ̿҉͈̹͍̦e͇̬͒͛s̽s̫̟̥̮͢aͥ̎͆ge̝̜͗̔ ̥̦̘̲h̹̤̰̥̦͖͊ͥ͐̅̓ͧas̾͛ b̲̳͖͛̂͆e̙̰̓ͣè̘̺ͤn͔ ̵̪̣̻̱̱̿̑ͬͭ̃̇ͅe͈̱͖̩̱̊͛̔͛ͧn͔̺̼c̩ͧȑ̯͞y̭̼̌ͩp̶̓ͭ̇̃̇́ͨtͮed̢͎̭ and̗͓̙͑ͭ͆ ̛̫̘͎ͪͭ͊m̸͔͍̬̘̰̀ͣ̍ͥ̀aẏ̭͟ ̹̼̱͎̒̎̓͗͜b̍̂͑̏͑̅̚e͖̹̓̉ ͭͭ͒̈́i̫͈͇̗̳͈̭͘n̈̋ͩ͂̈ͮ͋a̭̬͈̯̟͞c̺̣̥̜̳͆͛̃͛ͨͪͅc̶͕̺̠͙ͬ̌͗̒eͩ́ͯs̷̟͔̞̝̰s͇̥̥̼̣̈́ͣ̏̌̌ib̜̦̪̗̱͒̐͐̾̽le̘̩͗̀͘ ̹̲̣̊ͪ̍͟t̞͉ͅo ̨͚̳̦ͮ͗̉s͚͖̗̹͙ͬ̉̏̀̚oͭ̉m̮̱̳̀e̻̘͙͔̯̫ͪͥ̽ͣ̽ͥ ͔p̸̱̮̣̤̗̖̓͂́ͥͪͨar̳̮̋̎͘ṱ̶͍̭̹͖̭̲͊ͭ͒ͧͤ̅ͧi͍̥̹͍̩e̢̬̖̗̖̬͚̰͌ͥ̆̇͛͂ͦs͟.̾̄̒
Although we may have escaped the Void, in some ways it lingers with us still. I am finding it difficult to shut down after each patrol, for some irrational part of me is paranoid that I will never boot up again. Creeper’s condition may be even worse. I cannot say how many times I have awakened in the middle of the night to find them standing in the corner of our room, listlessly staring at the wall. They space out sometimes during the day, and when I look into their eyes I see nothing but emptiness. We do not speak of these incidents. Fox would want me to report Creeper to him. As far as I am concerned, Fox has enough troubles as it is. The agency would only take Creeper away for questioning, and we would have one less agent on this job. I am sure Creeper will work through whatever is going with them. They must.
M҉y͟ ̟̘ḫ̖e̮̥ͣͣa̞ͨd ͚͂͢h͈̝̤͝u͚̾r̙̦ts̴̮͔̪̅̋ͬ. ͘M̵͑̿ͫy ̲́͝pr̷͙̅o̰̥̻̾̓̓g̻̼͖ͦ͌̋raͨ͆ͦm͢mi̼͚͇ng̴̬̳̻̓ͮͦ ̗̗͜fͯe̛eḽͦs̮̃ ͚̦͌ͪlĩ̀ͅk̲͗e̷ͯ͒ͥ ̡̊͐ͯī̢͙͕̏̀ͅtͫ ͕̤̎̐i̺̐s͛̅͞ ̫̮͂͌t̃ē̗͖̤͊͛a̪̦͆͐ring̤̫͆͒ ͎̖͍i̖ͤ͜tse͇̙͔͋̃̇l͓͙̟͂̊̉͞f̥͇̈̐ ̸͙a̒ͤp̴̘̺̅ͫą̘̪̈͂rt,͘ ̪b̷u̩̱ͥ̆͞t͆ͨ ̥̊ô̮̰ͦnͭ͌e̙̲̙ t̯̺̑̏hiͦ̾̈́n͇̪̭͡g̱͐ i̩̝̳s̺̬͞ ͉͈ͧ̆c̢͕̄l̫̏e̦͂arͨ̐͋ ţo̫̫̤ͧ̃̇ ḿ̪e̙̱̳:͘ ̲̥̜̽̎͒I c̉a͍ͩ͝n͓͕̖n̪̄͝o̝̣͛ͬt ̣l̞ͭe̦̓t̞̫ ̸̮̖̫̄̂ͭCrẹ̩̎̄͜e̳͔ͮ̅p͉ͣe͙̬̓̽r͚͋ ̫̤͓go̙͓͓͌̏̔ ͏̗͍̣t͞hro̵̻̫ug̼̜̓̿h̡̞̣̫ ̻̮̻ͥ̌̉wh̢͕̜͍a̸t̢̜̘͐̿ ̻͗I̓҉ dͦid.͇͍̐͂