Crazy shit is back, /x/
>Nixie loved her new name
>taciturn, but I have heard short phrases from her
>in extremely archaic grammar
>sounds like fucking unadapted Shakespeare, if not worse
>overall, she looks much less stressed already
>but personal questions are still solidly blocked
>it seems that she is familiar with basics of human civilization
>knows how to use furniture and flatware
>but is genuinely amazed by mirrors and light switches
>took her measurements, after googling how to do it
>dusted off tv and turned on some wild nature channel for her
>head out to discounter trying to monitor feeling in my scar as closely as possible
>slight tingling on walking out of the door
>this time no increase in discomfort through all way to discounter
>proximity hypothesis is shit, I suppose
>then, while I was selecting some casual wear in "for children" section
>IT FUCKING HAPPENS
>my back suddenly on fire, but this time it doesn't feel like pain
>more like physical manifestation of rage
>vision doubles, but not like your usual drunk doubling
>simultaneously see ordinary environment and some fucking Hellraiser version of it
>blood swashing on the floor, torture devices instead of shelves and goods
>monstrous abominations feeding on screaming customers and clerks, etc etc
>I'm falling on my ass out of shock and prepare to fucking die already
>hallucination slowly fades away, while people gather around
>"are you ok, sir?", "please say something", "do you need ambulance?", etc
>I mumble something about sudden panic attack while trying to shake this shit out of my head
>it looks like whole thing lasted for half a minute at most
>clerks become very attentive and help me to choose stuff for Nixie
>shit, I'm attracting much more attention then planned
>pay and hurry back home
>Nixie is still sitting in front of tv, cheering on some lion trying to catch dinner
>a sigh of relief
>help Nixie to get into new outfit and pay a deserved compliment
>now she looks like almost ordinary preteen girl
>though, you rarely see a knee-length hair on girls this days
>open my laptop to greet you, guys, but then again
>IT FUCKING HAPPENS
>on the keyboard of my laptop lays folded piece of paper
>a note in perfect handwriting
''Dear sir.
Several days ago you, supposedly, have came into possession of an object that constitutes a great danger not only to you, but to many other people. Please, refrain from any manipulations with it and call [redacted phone number] as soon as possible. This is not a joke, please do not do anything stupid and I will help you.
[redacted sandnigger name]''
>Nixie have no idea how note appeared and is not very interested in it
Fuck, /x/ what to do now? Whoever the author is, he definitely knows something. But it seems I have already did some very dangerous shit that this note tried to prevent. Should I call at all? Should I say truth? What to ask? I need your advises on conversation strategy, anons.