I've come to the conclusion that this ghost orb is the nearly successful efforts of some enemy that I may have to make me lose my mind. However, with that conclusion also came the decision that earplugs may just be one of man's better inventions. It, at least, keeps me from ripping my own ears off to keep myself from having too put up with that sickeningly cute sound of it's movements.
I also learned that it can make a new noise. At one point during today, I happened to throw a book at it, and I honestly had no idea that I had such good aim when utterly frustrated.
It hit it dead on, though the thing obviously disliked it, because at that point it began to let out an almost guttural, deafening shriek that did not stop for nearly an hour.
I think one of my ears may have been bleeding within the first ten minutes. Curse already sensitive hearing!
I don't know why it's so keen on following me still. Usually, they'd even fade after a day of travelling after someone for more than a few miles-- however, this one has followed me across an entire continent. Perhaps it is the remains of energy of someone I knew...? Is it familiar with me?
....Wait. Such a pink, fluffy, utterly aggravating little thing couldn't have been left behind by him...
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