Friday, October 24th 10:14am

After years of working and experimenting, my team and I have finally figured it out, I believe. We have come up with a gas that gives insects the ability to talk. Our first test subject, a butterfly labeled T-1, is now being sprayed by the gas. I believe after 5 minutes it will begin talking, if everything goes right.

Friday, October 24th 10:20am

This was a mistake. We never should have given this butterfly the gas. It was a success, the butterfly is talking and hasn't stopped since it began. He has a high pitched voice, almost ear splitting. He has told us his name is Sassafras and he wants food. He is non-stop talking about devouring our souls and dragging us to hell. Then suddenly talks about food and his friends. There is something wrong with this butterfly.

Saturday, October 25th 3:10am

Sassafras has not stopped talking. No matter what we do, he won't stop. We moved him to another room, but he got louder and louder. he is demanding a blood sacrifice, then he will be silent. No matter where we go, we hear him. Even if we are not in the building, we hear him. I am not sure how to handle this. My team and I are losing it.

Saturday, October 25th 4:31pm

Billy is dead. The butterfly is silent. We can sleep peacefully now... I am so sorry Billy.

Monday, October 27th 12:04pm

He has started again. This time he is telling us that he is God and he will bring the apocalypse. He says he will destroy us all, and then giggled hysterically. We cannot do this again. we must kill him.

Monday, October 27th 1:27pm

We tried multiple methods but Sassafras will not die. It seems that our gas has made him immortal. He is angry that we tried to kill him. He is starting to change. He is no longer a simple butterfly. He is starting to grow large and change shape. I have no idea what is going on and I am worried. He is demanding a blood sacrifice once again. one won't do. He wants more. he wants us all. The rest of my team is not sure what to do, but I know what I must to.

Wednesday, October 29th 4:15am

My team is dead. I escaped before I was able to be killed. I believe I am safe and will not be found. I am so sorry. I never meant to create such a monster. My new life will start soon and I will never do such an experiment again.

Oh god, he found me. If anyone finds this journal, please forgive me. I am so sorry. He isn't a butterfly. Watch out. He looks like a demon you would see in a movie. He's breaking in now. Oh god. I don't want to die. Please God help m

The scientist are dead. I have evolved. Beware, you may be my next sacrifice.