This is Not a Diary, It is a Lychee!

[Piefan]

As I said yesterday, I had to be tour guide for a cat today.

"Hello! My name's Cookie! ^-^"

Okay, I don't normally add smilies in speech, but her voice was so sickly cheerful I can't even show it in words. I was running out of colour pencils by the way, so she has the same colour as the principal.

"Um, hi. I'm Apollo."
"Cool! How'd you get that name?"
"I don't even know. But let's just move on. Here's the list Henry gave me, and I added some other stuff... First things first: I'm supposed to get you sorted."
"Sorted?"
"Yeah. Candy seems to have way too much free time, so she should be available right now."

Her expression was... very, very confused. Reef said it was like 'when you begin reading the final novel of a fantasy trilogy, of which the author developed a whole world that you do not understand'.

"Everything should be explained soon."
"Um, okay then."

Just then, Candy flew up to us in all her candy-ish glory.

"Hey there, you must be Cookie, right?"
"Yep, that's me."
"What're yiur prominent traits, and whatever other interests and so on?"
"I like computer games! Oh, and reading. I've been told I'm mature and smart before."
"Sounds like a nerd. Do you know how to code PHP, HTML, or any other language?'
"Nope!"
"... Well, do you read the Terms of Service when signing up for websites?"
"Of course! Wouldn't want to break any rules by accident."
"... Nerds then."

I don't actually use the Internet, so I have basically no idea what they were talking about. Before you (damn, I'm treating a lychee as a person now...) begin thinking I'm too poor to have Internet access - yes, I do have it. I just don't really need it - it's pretty slow anyway.

So, back to the important parts, I explained to her the rules and stuff of the school, and even gave her a simplified version of the rules. (Which was basically "DO NOT HAVE FUN" by the way. Pretty much describes them. I'm pretty sure there's even a rule against making puns...)

Her reaction was amusing.

"So, where do you wanna go?"
"I dunno, whichever yiu think's most important."
"Field we go!"
"Shouldn't we focus on things harder to find? As in, the not-30x60-large field right outside?"
"Fine then... Library."

As it turned out, Reef and Henry were just sitting there, both reading a novel. Given the fact that he apparently thinks it's fine to eat almost any animal, I got Cookie as far away from him as possible.

She praised the library's bigness... Wait, no, I don't think that's a word. Let me just check... Size. She praised the library's size.

Y'know what? I'm getting sleepy, and the rest was pretty boring, so goodnight, Lychee!
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FYI: Apollo is Greek god of sun, light, truth, music, poetry, science and healing. Some of this reflects on his personality - he mentions that it's better to be honest with yourself, he finds every song nice, he's optimistic to the the point that almost anything that happens to him can seem light-hearted and no more important than a scuttling beetle in his writing.

New poll! If you choose to vote for the fourth wall being broken in long plots, I have an idea already. It involves Apollo choosing to get rid of his diary. I have no idea why yet. The only idea I have is #YOLO #YNot?

[Piefan]

Today... I'm getting rid of you, Lychee.

... Okay, you can't talk to me, but I'm just going to imagine you just asked "But why?"

I just realised diaries are completely useless, apart from having a "vessel from which anyone can find out all your secrets", in Henry's words. Heck, everyone in my team just tried to steal it. Including Reef, after I insulted her mama.

So yeah, I'm throwing you away.

Wait, don't.

OH MY GATES, YOU CAN ACTUALLY TALK?

... If you're referring to the diary, then no. I am your creator.

Gates?

WHAT-- NO!

My mother? Father?

NO.

Grandfather? Grandmother? Other grandfath-

What even--no.

Well, then I got nothing.

Your creator!

Have I been believing in the wrong one all along? Are you Steve Jobs?

THAT'S JUST THE CREATOR OF MAC!

Mac?

You know what, screw this mind game. I'm the writer.

Writer? But I'm the one writing...

Who did you think created you-- never mind. I did. I made you write, and write you did. Everything you have written so far was written by me.

What?

Just forget it. I came here to tell you not to throw this diary away. It is the very essence of your being. Without it, you will pass into a void of blackness and terror.

In other words, death?

Pretty much.

... Okay then. But if I'm going to die without my diary, what about when I was a kid without a diary?

Do you remember any of your childhood before the diary?

Yes, of course! Aunt Amelia gave me this diary, my best friend was a deer, I had family reunions every two years...

All of that was referenced somehow in your diary. The family reunio thing was not said directly, but it was implied that it was held annually. Do you remember anything specific? Like a conversation you had with a friend? A game you played?

No, but...

No buts. All of that is because I did not develop you enough to know what your childhood was like.

I... what? I give up, I'm going to have a long, long nap.
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I was going to show exactly what Apollo said about Reef's mother, but decidednot to because *shrug* Just imagine a Yo mama joke.

[Piefan]

I talked to my teammates about the strange thing that happened in you today. Their reaction?

"Apollo, I hope you do not take this for offense; I truly believe that you believe that you are telling the truth..."
"Uh-huh?"
"But I heavily suggest that you contac a therapist. Hallucinations-"
"I'm not hallucinating for goodness sake!"
"A common symptom-"
"I think I'd know if I was insane!"

It was then that the others decided to join in the conversation.

"Apollo, I don't think that's how it works..."
"*INTENSE COUGH* I think you should probably continue this conversation when not in public."

She waved a paw around us, and I grunted.

"Fine."
"I suggest you simply get rid of your diary."
"Fine."

And here I am, writing in you. I'll definitely be throwing you now. No matter what stands in my way!

What about the fact you'll die?

Go away. I will get rid of you. Now.

You're not afraid of death? I probably should have fixed that when I made you... Though of course, your bravery would make for good plot twists.

Shut up.

Why should I?

Because if you don't, I will punch you in the face really hard.

You can't see me. How do you plan to do that?

I will make a detailed, beautiful picture of you and then tear it.

"Detailed, beautiful picture?" You're terrible at art. Worse than me when I was nine years old.

Go away. I'm my own person, not your slave.

I'll let you think that...

I'm holding my diary above the dustbin. Take that.

Stop it, you're confusing the readers.

What are you even talking about?

You can't write in your diary while holding it above a dumpster.

Exactly, and that's exactly why I'm not writing in it. I'm thinking tnese thoughts. That easn't what I meant anyway.

***

The last thing I remember doing is throwing my diary in the dustbin - and I now wake up in a void.
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Okay. I'm doing it. Everything by Apollo will be in present tense. I was going to write in second person too, but then decided that would be weird.

[Piefan]

(Lucy)
My head hurts.

I remember something and yet I don't. It couldn't possibly be a dream. It was too detailed. I think I'll talk to the rest about it later.

... "The rest" referring to the other populars, of course, not my teammates.

Of course, the birthday party... Ugh, never mind. Teammates it is, if they'll listen. If they won't, then whatever. Dreams don't really matter much anyway.

***

I'm back! School just ended and I talked to the rest of my team.

Well, technically, the subject of dreams conveniently came up while in class, and the teacher gave us some time to discuss them.

"I had quite a strange dream last night. Or maybe not last night? I don't even remember what happened when I woke up. Neither, for that matter-"
"Um, Henry? Rambling..."
"Oh. Sorry."
"The same could be said for me. I had an odd dream. I was at a family reunion, and..."
"Interesting. What exactly happened... ?"
"Well, there was this dog - or at the very least, I believe it was a dog. All colours and patterns were removed from his pelt, so that all I saw was a black silhouette."
"Strange. That is precisely what happened in my dream - save, obviously, for the fact that I was not in a reunion. I was at my house, and there was a dog; definitely a dog. He was standing on his hind legs and looking like it troubled him. I believe that he usually used all fours like myself."
"Weird. I was at school, a day after my birthday party. He talked a lot; he had a Southern accent, I think. And I think he had thick fur too? Like you, Reef."

Reef frowned, then grabbed a piece of paper from the table and scribbled a picture down.

"Is this him?"
"Yeps!"

I didn't want to write both Henry and my sentences, so I combined them into one. I said yep, he said yes. Thus, 'yeps'. I also mixed brown and blue paint together to see what colour ishould use, and the result was a kinda mossy green, but I didn't have that colour pencil.

Weird. We're all having the same dreams.
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(These notes are kinda important. They explain what happened because I'm an idiot and didn't explain. Then again, am I supposed to write in the author's POV just to explain what zhe did? I did add a tl;dr though.)

I wanted to write in Reef's POV, because she's the only one who writes in actual detail, but then I decided that Lucy and Henry needed more entries.

To answer your unasked questions about what the heck's happening: Apollo was thrown into a void because he got rid of his diary - essentially the essence of his being, since the only things you, readers, get to read is that. He could be lying, he could be a thief who steals from anyone and everyone, he could be a ghost, but you wouldn't know that if he didn't write about it.

Everyone's memories were wiped of him, but then, it was a very lazily done job. The Author thinks of everyone in this story as simply puppets, easily manipulated. Thus, he/she/whatever pushed the memories to the back of their brains rather than destroying them. But even suppressed thoughts will sirface sometime. You know how when you try not to think of something, you end up thinking of it? Exactly. This applies here.

However, the Author had some sense. The memories were unable to surface while awake, but they dreamt them. These dreams had Apollo wiped off the face of the Earth, yet the Author didn't replace him. He wasn't a silhouette, he was a black hole. And when I say that, I mean that he is a hole that is black. Not that he's one of those things in space.

TL;DR, everyone forgot who Apollo was.

[Piefan]

(Henry)
Dear Journal,

I haven't been doing much. I still do have those visions, however.

Some involve the other teammates, with the stranger only a minor person. I don't control my limbs and such, they simply act out a given scene. But I feel all the sensations I would feel if I was there; the thoughts I imagine I would have are at the front of my mind, and I remember almost every part of them.

The last time it happened, I was awake, doing my homework at my study table. I simply sat back and waited for it to end, picking up a notebook.

I was at Lucy's party, put into a corner like a child in timeout. Probably because she didn't want us to embarrass her.

(Huh. Lucy's party, I don't remember much about it. How odd... It's like someone wiped out all my memories where the stranger would appear. Or, more realistically, the stranger filled in the gaps of which I cannot remember. There must be some outside forces involved.)

Opposite me was the dog I saw so often. As always, he was simply a black silhouette, including all accessories, but I noticed that in addition to his raspberry eyes, a white line had formed where a mouth and nose would go, if his shape and eye location are any indication.

My thoughts were filled with ironbound concentration to the game I was playing. The other dog was a challenging opponent, constantly trying to trick me into unfair trades, to use that term. And sometimes, I fell for it.

But generally, my planning outweighed his manipulation - I could tell he wasn't giving his all in the first place anyway. Ten minutes passed - or at least that was what the time felt like; I am unsure as to whether or not it was accurate. As I was about to win, he trapped a king with four pieces (there was only one other), and said, "Checkmate."

"We're not playing chess, Apollo," I deadpanned. The name came to me naturally, as if I had known it for months. "Besides, i have five other pieces. You just made sure you'd lose by eliminating all moves you could possibly make."

His mouth - or what seemed to work as a mouth - curled into a smirk and he lifted his hat. I was able to make out its full shape then. It was a cowboy hat, I think a Stetson. A perfectly firm one, and something told me it was made of straw. Nothing interesting. "Don't you have a sense of humor?"

I didn't answer. He placed the hat back on his head, the smile not leaving his face, before speaking. "Another game?"

And the vision faded away. I instantly grabbed a pencil from its holder next to me and scribbled it down, lest I forget.

I'll be going to sleep now, and show it to the rest tomorrow. I don't think I can concentrate on anything else anyway. Excluding hunting, of course, instinct's just that way. But obviously, I won't write that down.

(Do you want me to? Do you want a detailed description of the scene? No, probably not.)
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The browser suddenly crashed when I was writing this and I had redo it. I said "Damn it" so much it has to be a freaking song. I even added some nice rhythm.

I was going to write about Henry going hunting with his family too. But you know what? That would be terrible. And inappropriate, especially considering Henry's passion for it. Because, like, imagine Henry and two fullgrown wolves standing over a bloody deer corpse. Disturbed yet? No? Thought not. But he would write in a whole lot more detail than that. And let's be honest. The main people reading this are kids, probably not enjoying gore. They'd just skip over the scene.

[Piefan]

Apollo's experience.
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I stand, and even that simple action causes me to wince. There is a pain in all my legs; a dull ache, but the instant I dare try to stand on one, I fall back down.

At least I'm conscious. Deciding not to attempt standing, I simply sit up, putting my weight on my flank rather than my legs. Or I try to, at least. I still feel much pain, but I do not collapse.

I take in my surroundings; around me is blackness. I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep, but I cannot. Opening them, I find that pictures surround me. They vary widely. Most involve a very familiar dog, entirely brown with an underbelly almost white, some do not.

I look at one. It features two dogs; one light brown, one pink-and-blue.

The light brown one has what seems to be a darker wig. Or maybe she really has longer fur on her head? I don't know. The pink-and-blue one has a trench coat, but it is torn and tattered. The two are in a forest of some sort.

The picture suddenly disappears. Then it appears. And once again it vanishes.It continues flickering, on and off.

I can't help but feel I know these people.
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The Void (yes, I'm treating it as a proper noun) is filled with ideas that I changed or rejected. It's also limbo for when I can't decide whether or not to add something.

On another note, damn if I posted this late. It was supposed to be right after Apollo's disappearance.

[Piefan]

After a while I get bored of watching the screen flicker, and attempt to stand. Whether the pain subsides or I get used to it, I do not know, but either way, I am able to keep myself on my paws for about half an hour, after which I take a single step forward.

Time no longer matters.

A small smile graces my lips as I find myself able to walk without collapsing - slowly, with frequent breaks between each step, but walk all the same. Images appear and disappear around me.

Who am I? I wonder, before shaking my head. It does not matter. Deciding to test my voice, I open my mouth and make a groaning noise. My throat is hoarse. But I suspect I will stay here forever until I am moved, so death is not a problem.

A voice sounds, loud, clear, and feminine. "Hello!" it says cheerfully. I turn around, and see a white-haired dog, who seems to almost leave a shadow of rainbow dust behind her as she moves. Unlike me, she walks quickly and easily. "I'm Artemis! You're Apollo, right? I'm your twin sister!"

I blink at this. "Twin... sister?" For the first time, I wonder what I look like. Oddly, it had not occurred to me that I might wish to know that. I wave a paw in front of me. It is brown. Interesting.

"You don't look like me," I state. "How could you be my sister? Especially a twin." This is a guess. I only know what a snigle paw looks like, and I should not claim I know my appearance from that alone. I do not even know my own name.

She gazes at me. "Don't you know where you are?" Her voice is almost unreadable, and yet I think I hear sadness. "I thought you came for me..."

I shake my head. "No. Could you tell me?"

"You're in the Void." She leaves me to wonder how she manages to show a capital letter in her speech. "It's the place that everyone and everything goes when the author decides not to use them."

I nod slowly. "And who am I?"

She shakes her head. "You're Apollo." She turns around and points to a picture behind us. "That's you. Just... just look at yourself, alright?"

I sit down and watch. In the image, I am a plain dog, with a subtle Southern accent playing more into my choice of words than my voice. This is not animated like many I had seen before, it is a still picture. (Why the voice then? I have no idea; it booms forth like it should be there.)

Artemis stands beside me. "Do you understand?" she asks. I nod. "Good."

"So... How do you walk so peacefully? It hurts for me to even stand." Pain matters little, but even little is something. I hate it; I know that pain is created by my own mind, but I do not think I can will it to stop.

She takes a few moments to reply. "I guess I just got used to it." She stands, walking between two large pictures forming a tunnel. "Anyway, sometimes the author leaves us out some food. We don't need to eat, but it doesn't hurt. Usually when he does, it appears at one specific spot. Other times we get to pass some time finding it."

I nod. Some memories, although vague, flash through me, and I feel like eating is just normal. "We?" I ask, quoting her words.

"Yeah, we. Occasionally some new character comes along, though usually they vanish about a few days later." Artemis frowns as she walks. I follow her, and she slows down when she sees that I am metres behind her.

"Do you ever miss them? The characters?"

"Sometimes."

"That's probably one of the most vague answers I've ever heard."

She does not answer for a while, but after a few moments she says, "Well, were you expecting a detailed summary on everyone I've ever met and what I think of them?"

"Yes, actually. I was." This is a lie, in fact; at most I wanted a few words. Artemis does not seem to see my sarcasm, kicking out a back leg that hits me in the neck and causes me to wince.

We walk and, in my case, half-limp, on silently. About twenty minutes pass before the tunnel opens into a large cave. I glance around. There is a high ceiling made of images I do not care to find out about, though I doubt these pictures are solid.

Come to think of it, I have not touched one so far. I wonder how they feel like, and I poke an image beside me. It is solid, certainly. Or half-solid. Either way, it is soft to the touch and yet firm. I dig a sharp nail into it, but it does not tear.

Unsurprising.

Artemis, who stands beside me, speaks. "Yeah, these things are weird." I flinch, having not noticed her presence, and she chuckles at my surprise. "You really should pay more attention, Apollo. Otherwise something might happen while you're busy poking a screen. And imagine, who would I scare half to death then?"

"Well," I point out, "If I began paying more attention, you wouldn't be able to scare me." I sit down, smiling as the pain in my legs lessens.
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OKAY ARTEMIS IS FREAKING WILLFUL, POWERFUL, AND ALL THAT OTHER STUFF. SHE'S BEEN STAYING IN THE VOID FOR SO DAMN LONG, WHERE HER ONLY FRIENDS LATER VANISH. SHE HAS FELT SO MUCH PAIN AND SHE STILL FEELS IT NOW, SHE DOESN'T CARE. THE PET SHE CARES MOST ABOUT IS APOLLO AND SHE COULD NEVER SEE WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM UNTIL NOW.

THROUGHOUT ALL THIS, WHAT DOES SHE DO? CRY? WHINE? NOPE! SMILE. SHE IS COMPLETELY HAPPY DESPITE EVERYTHING THE AUTHOR THROWS AT HER.

Anyway... Artemis (Artie) was a character, named after... Artemis. From Greek mythology. Goddess of hunting, of forests and hills, of the moon. I wanted to make her a fraternal twin to Apollo, but stuff happened and I scrapped her. Mainly because I couldn't think of any dressups.

[Piefan]

Today I did absolutely nothing.

Save for discover that the silhouette in my dreams was a real person, and find the purpose of life. But that is just a natural thing everyone does, correct?

I apologise, I was trying to branch out to different diary-writing styles. But since sarcasm obviously does not work here, allow me to describe my day in full detail.

It was lunchtime when it happened - Henry pulled out a hardcover book from a particularly large pocket in his trench coat. Plastered on his face was a large grin that made me inch further from him and closer to Lucy (who snickered) in mild fear.

"You know those visions we've been having?" he asked excitedly, and the both of us nodded. We had decided, in silent agreement, to seize upon any opportunity to find out more about the mysterious dog, but not bother to do anything more. Henry, though, took a step further, as he always did. "I found out more about the dog! His name is Apollo and-"

The way he spoke indicated that he was about to go on a tangent about what he had discovered. Lucy snorted; I waved a paw to gesture for him to shorten his speech.

Grunting, he nodded and opened up the book. He turned it to a page in the middle before passing it to us.

I read the page he had silently requested for me to, Lucy doing the same.

It was a detailed overview of a vision he had, a game of checkers complete with every move the stranger made. While Lucy skimmed over the notes he had made at the sides, I read everything.

"So, his name is Apollo?" Lucy said. "I do kinda remember something like that in my own one..."

"Yep!" Henry took back his book and tried to fold it, but when it threatened to snap, sighed and placed kt back into his pocket.

"So, what now?" she asked.

"We could always try to get more information and flashbacks," I suggested. "Using the term 'flashbacks' to assume that these events indeed happened."

He gazed at a wall for a moment, seeming deep in thought, before nodding slowly. "Yes. But how? They, often, happen randomly and without us predicting it." He sounded troubled, and I realised he probably was. He seldom encountered a problem he could not think of an answer to.

"Well," Lucy said, "according to this, you were doing your homework when it happened. This also happens while you're at school, right?"

He nodded with passion, his smile returning. "You're right! So we seem to get these while doing something we enjoy. Reef?"

I spoke up when nobody else replied to him. "I usually get them while giving off a smart-aleck remark, or, if not, then sleeping."

Again, Lucy snorted. "So, we should do something we love?" At our nod, she continued. "Good thing the music room's always open!"

And she stood before running off at the quickest speed I had ever seen her go.

Henry stared at where she had been. "Should we follow her?"

I shrugged, glanced at my cupcake wrapper and crumbs, then nodded. "Indeed."

We ran towards the music room.

***

It took five minutes to get to the top of the stairs, and I looked at the clock hanging above us.

"I swear if she plays an electric guitar..." I muttered, flattening my one upright ear. "The bass guitar is bad enough, but I simply cannot stand the electric."

"I thought the electric guitar was just a bass that had electricity hooked into it," Henry remarked calmly. He was several centimetres in front of me, despite his pace not being hurried.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, instead closing them and breathing deeply. We approached the music room, which was soundproofed, and I smiled lightly upon seeing that Lucy was holding an acoustic guitar in her hands. She tapped a hind paw against the ground in a simple rhythm as she tuned it.

"What do you plan on doing, if I may ask?" I questioned. She looked up upon hearing my voice.

"Well, playing a song, duh. I'm thinking that when I get to the crescendo - since it described me best - I'll get those vision-things." She grinned, green eyes shining.

"I have no idea what you just said." Bluntly, Henry spoke. She ignored him and began to play a soft but quick tune, paws rapidly moving across the neck.

I loved it. While I ususlly prefer the sound of those in the violin family, this was well done. It painted a picture of happiness and peace, a beautiful thing.

As it intensified, Lucy's eyes went distant, but she continued to play, albeit without the earlier gusto. She missed a few notes here and there, and it was slowed in comparison to what it should be. But overall, for not concentrating, it was great. She quickly covered up her mistakes by altering the next bar so they didn't look too awkward, and while the changes were mostly cheap and lazy, without the complications Iguessed it would usually have, they fit.

When she was done, Henry ran to her excitedly. "Well?" he pressed, leaning towards her.

"Get out of my face," Lucy said. He grunted, but obeyed, taking a single step backwards. "Anyway, can you give me a notebook?"

"Sure. I think I have a few spares. Here." He pulled one out of his pocket (why they are so large? I have no idea) and passed it to her.

Flipping it open, she gave him an expression that, despite not speaking, seemed sarcastic. "What?" he asked. "Just write it already."

"Why, yes," she said mockingly, and sighed, baring perfectly clean teeth... In comparison to that of the new leader of the Populars, at least. I noted that she had perfectly smooth teeth, rather than being sharp like most canines'. It seemed almost as if she filed them, but I heavily doubt it. I myself do not, and high expectations are placed upon me. It has been around a month since being kicked from her position. Why would people expect her to do that? Would be personal prefe-

"Allow me to write with my blood and a claw. Or even better, your blood." Her words interrupted me from studying her teeth, and it was then I realised: I pay too much attention to details.

"Point taken," Henry grumbled. Then he pulled a pen from his front pocket, stabbed her in the arm with it, and snapped it into half after a little struggle. ('It' referring to the pen, naturally, rather than her arm.) "That's for insulting my heritage fifteen times a few days ago. And for the record, no, I am not the son of a gorilla and an alpaca."

But I just dropped this into water twice and then accidentally tore my writings off. Because of this I AM IN A TERRIBLE MOOD! WHO PUT A BASIN OF WATER ON MY BED ANYWAY?

Er... Never mind. Allow me to summarise what happened:

Lucy was unhurt. Henry gave her another pen. (By the way, he is not usually that strong, regarding the broken one. Adrenalin.) After she wrote down what happened, he ripped the page from the book. He gave it to me to store.

I shall copy the page here. It was written by Lucy, so all mentions of "me", "I", and all other first-person pronouns refer to her.

We were in the school cafeteria - all of us. There was the usual buzz and chatter as I ate. Then Apollo spoke. He was talking about how he saw some weird words, kinda tilted to the side, in his diary. They said that if he got rid of the book then he would pretty much die. Then Reef accused him of being insane. Stuff happened. The song ended, and then so did the memory.

We will decide what to do tomorrow. I do apologise for continuing to write so much about this subject; it must be growing repetitive.
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also, I secretly ship Reef and Henry now.

because, like, they are the first to find each other tolerable - early on, Henry mentions that Apollo and Lucy are easily distracted, which he's annoyed by, but Reef is fine except for the fact she doesn't really speak up much. And even so, he doesn't mind that much.

Also, unrelated, but Reef seems to always get the diary entry whenever Lucy plays a song.

[Piefan]

(Lucy)
Screw life. Just screw it. Not even kidding.

Oh, but I don't want to look at this in the future and think, "Okay, why was I so damn dramatic back then?" My dramaticness (that is a word, right? No? Dramaticity? Dramatification?) is completely reasonable.

(Actually, I probably should be less dramatic, but whatever. This is the level of dramaticness I reach when I break my heel, because I feel actual, physical pain when I do that. I have a whole chart dedicated to how much I react.)

Break your heel? You know yiu don't wear shoes?

Yeah, but I meant --- oh wait, I have more important matters at hand. WHO ARE YOU?

No need to shout.

I'm not shouting... I don't shout at diaries.

Whatever. You're writing in all caps, right? I have no idea why I made you do that...

Yeah, yeah whatever. Hey, if you're my creator... And you write in weird crooked words...

Italics, you mean. It sounds so much better than 'crooked words.' And I'm not writing, I'm typing. I'm risking readers here, breaking the fourth wall like this. At least make it good. And I can tell what you're thinking. The answer is yes, I do know about Apollo. It would be pretty interesting to see you go look for him, so I'll happily tell you about him..

Oh. Okay. I was expecting you to give me some long, stupid quest for the Magical Button of Buttonness or something. That's always what happens in comedy games.

You didn't let me finish. I need you to find and retrieve the magical OMGsorare phoenix. I need it for art payment.

Phoenixes are real? I thought that bird on fire was just a chicken being fried. Terribly.

... I'm... pretty sure I didn't make any of you want fried chicken. Especially sentient ones. Anyway, that was a joke. Apollo is Reef's cousin and your teammate.

Oh. Okay. So why the visions?

I have no idea, honestly. Must be some mistake I made. I blame my sister, who is completely and utterly uninvolved.

Why your sister? Especially when she wasn't involved?

Well, she sat beside me and breathed in a very ugly rhythm.

Oh. I know the feeling. Some people making dubstep just don't know what they're doing. And then they have the nerve to say it's "revolutionary music" too! What's wrong with people?

I kinda agree. The difference, though, is that she didn't say anything about her breathing. She just kinds treated it like --- oh, oh, wait! This doesn't advance the plot, we shouldn't continue talking about this.

I am so confused right now. Am I no longer allowed to have conversation if it isn't substantially important? Does fun no longer matter?

Before you begin pondering the meaning of life in your diary, yes, you are allowed to have unrelated talks. It helps with development. Anyway, I can help you contact Apollo. So do ya want to or not?

Heck yeah! That'd be totally awesome. He seemed to be pretty nice in the visions.

Good. Convince your friends and you're all set. Tomorrow; promise.

Okay! What friends, though...? Teammates or Populars?

(I will admit, diary, to being confused as to who my friends are. The team? Or... the populars? Ugh, my team are far from friends - Henry and Reef get on pretty well, yeah, but I'm the only one out of place. And then the populars... I don't even want to go there. The party was terrible, and the aftereffects are still there.)

Teammates, obviously.

Oh, okay. Good enough for me. Shouldn't be hard to convince Henry, though I'm not sure about Reef.

Hey, you still there? No? Okay.

Night, diary. I'll just play a little song before sleep... Good thing my room is soundproofed.

Though Reef is rubbing off on me. I don't feel like doing rock... Classical sounds better right now. I don't have any sheet music for that, though, so maybe I could alter a rock one to be slower and softer.

But, oh wait! Considering how much I raged about how much life sucks, I should probably explain that now. This was what happened:

I bought a new pair of shoes and broke their heels.

They were really good shoes too. They looked kinda like this:

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The final joke there was pretty much an afterthought, since I just wanted a gpod starting to the entry and then at the last moment I realised: OOHHH NO. I FORGOT TO ADD WHY SHE WAS SO ANNOYED.

(If you don't get the joke there, it's that they had an entire conversation about her breaking the heels of her paws, rather than her shoes. And then, bam, she broke her shoes. And help meeee, I couldn't think of any titles.)

[Piefan]

(Henry. :DD)

Dear Journal,

In regards to the visions I've been having... Lucy offered to let us meet the person in our dreams. At the risk, of course, of death, permanent mental damage, and injury. (I hope none of these things happen, I quite value my sanity and life.) She said she saw 'weird words appearing in her diary'. From experience, those aren't usually the best sources of information, nor should we trust them.

There was still a possibility, however small, of it actually being true. A hope about as likely as the thought that goats might begin eating wolf meat as a staple food. Incredibly unlikely, but slightly possible, at a chance of 1:10,000, and that is only if a miracle happens.

I took the chance and agreed.

What Reef was expecting, I have no idea, but her expression was... weird. It was like I - never mind, I don't think I should write about that here. Irregardless, she declared that "only an idiot would dare take you up on that offer."

Lucy pointed out that she insulted her former friends and she was - is - happy now. And that was an equally stupid idea at the time. To this, Reef couldn't argue. But she still remained that while the only thing at stake for insulting the populars was a terrible reputation, her very life could be in danger.

"But if she/he/it/whatever wanted to kill us," I protested then, "then she/he..."

Lucy cut into my sentence. "Could we all just refer to the Author as a girl? The voice did sound distinctly high-pitched."

Inconveniently, a voice rang through our heads then. Who said I was female? it asked, spunding amused.

"Okay, he."

Never said I was male. I instinctively reached out a paw to hit the voice in the face, but I realised it seemed not to have a physical form.

"So, you're neither a girl nor a boy?" I asked.

Never said that either. it then left, and I noticed that it was more than a sound in our heads. It had a heavy presence indescribable in words, but to try, I felt like my mind was weighed down by... weights... when it spoke, and even when it was silent, as long as it was in my mind.

After a few moments of silence as far as our part of the cafeteria was concerned, I said, "Back to what I was saying... If she wanted to harm us, she would have done it right here and now. She seems smart. Which is more likely to get her in trouble, assuming the police had a chance of capturing her: Us spontaneously collapsing right now or us going to her and mysteriously disappearing?"

Slowly, she nodded. "Fine, but I am informing my parents of this once we return home, so that should anything negative happen, they will know."

Lucy blinked, seeming possessed for a second, before the voice imposed on us once again. Meet somewhere, doesn't matter where, doesn't matter when. All of you bring your diaries - or, in your case, Henry, the diary you refer to as a journal. Just be together. And make sure it's at a reasonable hour! I don't want to wake at three AM.

We all nod in unison and, with a grunt, the voice tells us, I can't see you, you know. Just either say it verbally or mentally. But I'm guessing you all just nodded. Correct?

Lucy nods. I slam my head against the table in frustration when she does. "Seriously, Lucy. And yes, we did." The voice chuckles before withdrawing. We discussed when and where to meet - verbally of course - and the bell rang.

So, police officers, if I disappeared and you happen to be reading this, I was at the entrance of the shopping centre (suggestion courtesy of Lucy) at 3PM.

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Words fill my head - voices of three different people - and I scream.
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And they all lived happily ever after. The end! ^_^ The story has run its course by now - surely you've gotten bored of these characters? I will no longer be updating; the rest will be left up to your imagination. After all, cliffhangers are good, right?

^That is what would happen if I really hated this thing. Luckily (or, depending on your perception, unluckily), I don't! I will admit that it's not my best piece of writing, though.

Also, in regards to the diary RP going on, I personally count it as non-canon. So no, Reef's full name probably isn't 'Reef Hopebringer Daser'. Some experiences and such may be mentioned as real, but otherwise, you should just assume it isn't.

And the scream at the end is of shock, not because they mysteriously turned evil or anything. Honestly, if I suddenly heard voices in my head, I would think I was insane.