{CS PET "DIARY" CONTEST}

[pinkgeneguy]

Hello? Is this thing on? Oh it must be, its typing. Hello! My name is Midnight! Why am I typing with exclamation points? Nevermind that then. Well, lets start over.
Hi! I'm Midnight! This is my...well, you can say it's a diary, but i'll call you a Stream. Streams are my favorite things to visit in the spring, they are so pretty! So, speaking of pretty, you should see my bestie Sunrise!

Sunrise is in the hospital with a cancer. I visit her as much as possible, but since I go to school, I can't stay as long as i'd like.

That's Indigo, my mum. She is out of town a lot, and she is a fashionista! Well, technically a fashion designer, and she creates these things that seem so impossible, but happen! Like her floating hair.

This is my dad, Tylor. He is a professor at the college in our town. An arts professor. It's a very fun but BORING class at the same time! You can ask him when he's around.
He's crazy!
Violetta! What the...did you get in my bookbag and sneak out of school with me?

Oh, I forgot myself! I am the legendary Midnight! Not legendary, but still cool.
I go to this school called Livitivia Dog School of the Crazies! I'm kidding, its actually Livitivia Dog School of the Talented.

[montmorency]

September 3, 2015, 6:27 PM

Hyena sounds better. You're not a diary, you're a hyena.

Hello. I'm Ezekiel, and I am a dragon as you can tell. I'm not huge, don't worry - I'm only the size of most large dogs. When I'm full grown I'm only around the size of a horse anyways. But let's get on topic of an introduction now.
I do not know my mother, father, or siblings. Like a normal dragon my egg was laid far from the others, and I hatched alone. I learned to live myself, and I made home in a large cave, which I still live in now along with Victoria. I met Victoria when we were both quite young and we became close friends. She lives with me in our cave, because Victoria was an orphan and I said she could live with me.

That's Victoria.

Victoria and me both go to the same middle school and are in many of the same classes. We're friends, but more like siblings.
We do jobs around town, and that's how we earn money. Our cave is like a house, to be honest.

See that little duckling resting on my tail? That's Quack. It's not creative at all, I know. But it's a cute name me and Victoria agreed on. Quack is our pet, and was enchanted to stay a duckling for as long as he lived. He was enchanted before we found him, though. Quack can also talk!

Well, hyena, I hope that was enough. It was short, but oh well. Goodbye! See you later, hyena!

Just making this to keep everything organized. I'll update it often.

#008000 ~ Ezekiel
#800000 ~ Victoria
#FFBF00 ~ Quack
#808000 ~ Lindsey
#004000 ~ Toxius

Even though it's the same year as us, (even though it's ahead of us) they're pretty much on another world without humans, so it's very different I guess.
Hope that was long enough!
Oh, and hopefully this set-up is alright for the contest. Tell me if it isn't, and I'll change it!

[Snowflakette]

Author's Note: Okay, I'll start mine. Is it okay to do this without a quote around the whole entry? I find it kinda easier like this. This isn't really a CS pet diary either, just one of my OCs, but there is a pet version of her.

They say to live life to the fullest. Robots like me don't.

*Coughing fit* Ahem, excuse me. That introduction was horrible. I don't think I even introduced myself. Let's do this in a more formal manner, shall we?

Good evening, book. You may call me Toy Leah. What's that? Yes, it's Toy Leah, not just Leah. I mean, my name could be Leah, but the manager somehow insisted on adding the word Toy to my name. Huh.

Okay, that introducted was really vague, here's a proper bio of me if you're curious.

Name: Most often referred to as Toy Leah
Current Age: 50+ days old (ahem, note that it's days, not years, I'm not that old.)
Birth: March 29, 2015
Gender: Okay, they didn't tell me my gender. But due to my girly appearance (purple eye shadow, eyelashes, and stuff fancy girls have), I assume I'm female.
Species: Uhh... vampire animatronic?
Occupation: Random animatronic doing nothing at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza (great. I don't even have a job yet. MY LIFE IS A TOTAL WASTE. Oh wait, I don't even have a life!)

Personalities: WHAT?! I don't even know my own personality! I'd say I'm, uh, slightly mischievous, kind of caring, pretty reckless, kinda funny, short-tempered, sometimes sarcastic, most of the times rough, and mostly stubborn and determined.
But note that on rare occasions I can become pretty insane and extremely violent (killing and stuff) due to me malfunctioning or something like that (do you expect me to memorize everything the manager said? Please, my memory box isn't that big).

Distinguishing Traits:
- Unusually sharp teeth and fangs (what can I say? I'm built like that!)
- Red eyes and blue fur (fur? More like metal. As for the eyes, red doesn't mean I'm evil.)
- Fabulous long, curly, black hair *Attempts to do hair flip but ends up getting hair messy*
- Bat wings (hey, look, I can fly! At most one meter!)

Interests: Scaring unsuspecting people, reading and watching horror stories/films, doodling, watching TV, trying out life-threatening flying moves (hey! I'm a robot! I won't die! At most my servos will lock up but whatever!), myself.

Dislikes: water of any sort (even drinks!), nosy toddlers, the color pink, girly stuff, people trying to rush me, annoying people, excuses, people touching my wings, sharing.

Random Facts (wait, why do I need this?!):
- Hates warm hugs (why do I need them?)
- I'm a loner I don't need that many friends. Maybe not. I don't know.
- My only friend is Toy Freddy (I don't get why he have the word "Toy" too). He's not as girly as the other animatronics, and he actually likes to talk with me.
- I mentioned this before, but, I don't have a job here yet. I know, I'M BORING. Just a robot walking around the whole day with literally nothing to do.

Okay, I guess that's all you need to know about me. Wait, who's "you"? What's gotten into me? Oh well.

Wait, what is this stare you're giving me (am I seeing things)? Let me guess. You want a picture of me. *Sigh* Fine. Here's some random pictures that I found in the security guard's office (how did he have these pictures?).



Gosh, I look so sinister. And I never have wires sticking out of me. What's with the artist? (Just me insulting myself)

I sometimes wonder what I would look like if I was an actual dog, so here's a sketch of me if I don't have those robot traits.


See how nice I would actually look? Unfortunately I'm that random vampire girl that does nothing. *Sigh*

Anyways, you might be wondering how the heck (my systems prevented me from saying bad words! ugh.) did I get this useless book. Well, it all started when I was watching TV (wait, we don't need to watch TV! We can program any type of channel into our minds instantly!) when Toy Freddy walked into the room...

Me: *Focused on watching TV*
Toy Freddy: *Strolls into the room* Come on, Toy Leah! You can't sit on this couch forever!
Me: *Without taking my eyes off the TV* Yes I can!
Toy Freddy: You think you can make yourself useful by watching TV all day?
Me: I-I'm sure it's possible somewhere...
Toy Freddy: *Sigh* Well, it's not possible here. *Turns off TV*
Me: Hey!
Toy Freddy: *Discards his usual cheerful tone and turns into a seriously serious tone* Look, the manager wanted me to make sure you have a good time here.
Me: I know. *Not really caring about it*
Toy Freddy: But you're not having any good time if you're going to sit in front of the TV all day!
Me: *Sigh* Fine. What should I do?
Toy Freddy: Instead of wasting time doing nothing, I suggest doing productive stuff.
Me: *Narrows eyes at him* What kind of productive stuff?
Toy Freddy: Here, have this. *Throws book at me*
Me: A book?
Toy Freddy: Read it.
Me: *Opens book and finds page after page of lines* It's empty...?
Toy Freddy: Yes. I want you to write in it.
Me: But, Fred, you know me! I'm not a writer!
Toy Freddy: I know, that's why I'm giving you this to develop you into a writer.
Me: *Groan* Fine. What type of writing should I write here?
Toy Freddy: Maybe a... diary entry?
Me: What's that?
Toy Freddy: It's where you, uh, record things that happened in that day. It helps you restore your memory if your memory box ever get damaged or something.
Me: That sounds very difficult to do, but I'll give it a try.
Toy Freddy: That's the spirit! I'll be at the Show Stage if you ever need me for anything.
Me: Okay! Uh, thanks for this book!

That's the story of how I got stuck with you. Toy Freddy sometimes gets on my nerves, but I like him. He's a great friend.

Anyways, I shouldn't go around calling you a book. That's boring, and kinda lame. I'll just call you metal. A scrap of metal. Don't judge my horrible creativity.

Author's Note: There were a bunch of FNAF references, I hope you didn't mind!

[Polar Kitten]

Quick Note : May we merge characters from these diaries into our own diaries?

I want Xeon in my Cherry, and she is a Paratoin.

Same question

I'd like Spirit-chan to be a thing in my Sketchbook.

That's fine, but just dont let them "take over" the story. =)

[20lait1]

I... Okay. This is a brand new book and I've just ruined it, but.... Well, I can't waste this book. Then, of course, I can rip out this page... But.... Father Dad will probably go and murder me if he finds out I've wasted paper... Okay, let me explain.... The only reason I am doing this is that Father Dad wants me to improve my English skills further. Plus, my Grandfather did write in a... diary, I guess. Dad... helped to translate... one of the pages... The last page.

This may be the last entry I write. We have been invaded and we have managed to hide somewhere - however, even us ninjas cannot hide forever. We will be hunted down - this is why I write. To my dear wife and son - if you find this, you will know that I love you. My job has lifted me from the ground and it has brought me down. I will bury this where I stand, and where I will fall - I will fall fighting. You will know I love you - if you find this dear booklet of mine. If you do find this, please treasure it as a gift - pass this on to my child, to his children, and furthermore. Farewell.

I feel sorry for my Grandfather.... but we have found it. I may have never seen you before, but I love you too.... His last words made me.... feel... like something has been taken from my life. However, I must move on. Time will not stop for me to shed tears - I must be strong. These days, we do not have ninja. We have... police. They are similar to ninja, but they move like their paws weigh like boulders. I truly wonder why these police do not use the power of silence to.... well, capture the enemy. However, I will.... introduce myself, I suppose.



The.... photo above is of me. I used to live in Japan - now, I live.... here. There are no ninjas - I wanted to join them, and with the help of... Mum, I made my ninja outfit. It seems to be a waste of time... But Dad says nothing is wasted time. I wonder if that is true, dear booklet - however, there is something called 'copyright' here. So I suppose I cannot use the term 'booklet' - I guess something else will do. I do not know too many words for book - there is book, diary, booklet.... But I suppose many dogs these days will call it something like that. I know another word well - Falcon. Though it may not relate to this little booklet, it will have to do.

Dear.... Falcon,

I am Fuyukaze. Once, I met a dog around my age, in this village town. I told the dog my name - and she called me 'Fuyu'. They say it's a nickname - but my mother renamed herself Dawn. It seems to be one of those strange, town names... Which makes me, and Dad, I guess - seem out of place. So now, I will call myself... Winter Wind. It seems to be the translation of my name... But it seems like I need a nickname, too, before anyone else calls me something... Strange. I guess.... Winter will do? Well, then - I am Winter Wind Hawk, but I will be called Winter, I guess. To say, I am... the kind of female, young dog who will rather... sword fight fence than go... hunting for suitable clothing shopping. I have a sword - it belonged to my Grandfather and I will treasure it, like how Dad treasures Grandfather's booklet. I will speak of my family now.



My father is a griffin. His name is Faruko, also known as... Falco Hawk. I wonder if he was ever a ninja, too - when I ask, he simply changes the topic. I now know this is a sensitive topic and I wonder why.... Dad has a ruff of dark fur on his neck - and he carries a weapon around, too - a gift from Grandfather. It is a Dragon Scythe - or Doragon Ōgama, Japanese for Dragon Scythe. I admire my ancestors - they have done good deeds, and I hope to continue doing good deeds, like them.



My mother... never revealed her true name. She is Dawn to my father, and Mother - actually, Mum - to me. They want to take me away from my Japanese ancestors - the history of the ninjas - but I cannot stop thinking about it. Mum's... name is Dawn Lightbreeze. I wonder what is her true name - again, however, this is a sensitive topic. I love my family, but I wonder what secrets they are hiding from me.

I do not have friends - but my... Father Dad wants me to talk to others. However, they look at me like I am the loner here. Which, I am - and I wonder if I will stay a loner. Well, I will have to put you down, Falcon - but I will continue writing in you. I wonder what the future brings.... But I shouldn't. Dad... says, Wondering about the future won't make it come faster. But still, I cannot resist the urge... Farewell, Falcon - until the next day.

[starsailor]

Zor! Zorua, Zorua! Zo? Rua! Zorua, zorua zorua! Zor!! Zorua...

Ugh... Hardly anyone understands Zorua. Let me start again. My name is Karla. I am a female. I am a fox/dog/Zorua hybrid. Well, maybe not the Zorua part. But hey! A dog gotta love Zorua, right? No? Even though everyone will probably call this a diary, but let's refer to this as a Zorua! How do I do this? Writing in Zorua is way better! Before you ask, yes I understand Zorua. Grandpa made me promise NOT to speak or write Zorua in here. Not fair. You might be wondering why I even bothered to have this. I wanted a doodle book, but Grandpa gave me a WRITING book. I'll write about my father and mother I love you. That's my F.A.M.I.L.Y.

This is my Grandpa, also my only F.A.M.I.L.Y. A really old guy, but still great!

I have no siblings. No fun. Gramps said I would be getting a surprise birthday present for myself! Yay! I mean, what could it be? I have nothing to write in here... Oh well. Bye!

[rocoboq]

My main character used in this diary, I mean Lamp, may be used in my Tree, too, but as a different person. Just using the same animal/name, so I hope that doesn't effect anything. If so, I can change it. I'll also be using the same dress-ups in this diary as in my Tree, but they won't be the same person either. Just giving a heads-up.

Hey. My father got me this... thing to express my feelings in. That was quite a while ago, but I never really connected with him. Especially since my mother died. Lung cancer stinks, but kills many.
I mean, I know you're supposed to bond more with your family over tough times like that and stick together, praying that some improbable miracle will happen, but the opposite happened with my father and I. He kinda just... pushed me away. So yeah, don't smoke. If it doesn't kill you, it may cripple you.
So, my family is all Spanish. My mother, father and I are all immigrants, and we still have a faint Spanish accent. So I'll probably talk Spanish, sometimes.
Ya know, I don't really know what to call you, yet. "Diary" is too girly, but it shouldn't be stupid, like "Tree." I mean, what kind of an idiot names their "diary" after a tree? Let alone such a broad term...
I think I'll call you a lamp. I mean, you're supposed to brighten my day or something, right? Yeah, let's go with that.
I suppose you want a picture of myself, right? Well, here I am.

The name's Scarlet Martinez, and my family is either dead or ignores me to the point of me not really caring for them anymore.
So, here's the quick run-down of my life at school. We're in the fourth quarter of school already, which is awesome, but it also means lots of tests. I'm in my third year of middle school, so I'm in eighth grade; my school is called Rainbows And Sunshine Middle School. I know, lame, right? But a more accurate name for it would be Death And Terror Middle School, due to the queen bee. Her real name is Helena Pond. This is what she looks like.

Everyone thinks she's so cool because she has two tails. I mean, yeah, it's a rare condition that effects one in, what, a thousand dogs, but what makes her so special because of it?
*Sigh* Anyways, I'm in the nerds group at school. I used to be a popular in sixth grade and about half of seventh, but when Helena discovered that I, her then best friend, was very smart, she sent me to the nerds with a look of disappointment on her face. Yeah, it's not the funnest thing, but at least I wasn't sent to the outcasts. Some really, really strange people are in that group, and I'd rather connect with people who understand me better. I lead that group, too.
Alright, fine, I'll come out and say it. I have an unusually high IQ. I would go to a school for advanced kids, but my dad's too cheap. Or, to quote him directly, "I don't have the time or money to allow you to go to these schools for really smart dogs. Now go to your room, I have stuff to do and I cannot be bothered by your ranting. I happen to not care" (WOW, WHAT A SURPRISE!! *Sarcasm levels extreme*) along with the fact that he has been pushing me away for years now, and has finally succeeded in not really caring anymore.
I suppose that should be all for today. Not much has happened, but I'm sure it will get more exciting as we progress. I hope not... Anyways, goodbye, my stupid "lamp," and I hope you spontaneously catch on fire so I have an excuse to not write in you again. *Just-so-happens to have matches in her pocket* If you don't I might light you on fire myself.

[Polar Kitten]

Guess what Mom bought me? You're right. A DIARY. Why in Wolfia would Mom think that I would want to write in a DIARY?! ... Well, I guess she might have a reason considering the fact that I'm writing in it right now. But I HATE the word diary. It just screams "girly." What if I called it something different? Since I collect bird feathers, maybe... Owl feather? Nah. Chicken feather? No. Peacock feather? Nope. Hawk feather? Hmm... maybe not. Penguin feather? No. I don't even have a penguin feather! How about... Feather. Just feather. Short and simple.
Dear Feather,

I'm Nicole Thomas. Everyone calls me Nick though. It sounds like a boy's name, but I don't care. I'm an only child, but I have a best friend who's like a sister to me. Her name is Brianna. Here's a picture of her.

We've known each other for more than ten years. And we're both 14. That's because we're neighbors, and our parents are good friends.

My other friend, Serena, has known me for two years. She's really popular at school. It seems like ALL popular girls at my school are cliches. They start ridiculous fashion trends, are obsessed with makeup, know everything about everyone, and are glued to their phones. Serena is one of them, but she's still kind, considerate, generous, and empathetic; traits that the other popular gorls lack. She texts me a lot. She uses waaaay to much text talk though.
What she texts me:

How I see it:

(Typing images from LiveTyping.com)
I don't have pictures of my mom or dad right now, so I'll take care of that later.

So in a diary, or feather in this case, I think you're supposed to write about your life or something. I flunked my writing class from summer camp, so I should practice so I don't get a bad grade. So today has pretty much been a normal day. I woke up at 7:30, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and ate a bowl of cereal. Then Mom gave me this thing. I threw it onto my desk next to the family computer (we all share that one) and went to school. I'm in 9th grade, a freshman at Barkville High. I was late for class. Just like any other normal day. I went through history, english, PE, science, lunch, music, and math withought getting caught passing notes. After school, I walked home and checked my email. I got an email from some website that asked me to judge some writing. That's pretty weird. I clicked "yes" and I got an email back saying that I would get to start in three days. Now I'm writing in this feather about it. I'm so bored! I should be doing homework right now, so I'll write in here later. Bye for now, feather!

Nicole will be representing me as the judge of the competition. The way it will work is that for every round, three people's entries will be chosen as the best ones to use the scenario. After all the rounds, the person tho got chosen the most times wins. I'll try to be as fair as possible, and I'll try to find other judges too. (Please PM me about being a judge, don't spam the thread!) Please have your first entry posted three days from now. I'll announce the scenarios on that day, or possibly sooner. This the first contest I've hosted, I'm always open to ideas/suggestions! Thanks for participating everyone!

[Roonil Wazlib]

Dear Diary,
For my birthday yesterday, I got at least 20 diaries- no joke. My mom's a journalist, and my family seems to think that I'll be following in her Path to Greatness. They're going to be pretty disappointed. I plan to 'make it big' as a photographer! I mean, I know photographers don't make a lot of money, nor are they very well-known but I just really love taking photos. Anyways, since I got so many journals, I decided I might as well start filling them up with my documentation of the Teenage Life. I know, so fascinating. My life is generally boring, but maybe through the Power of the Pen I will realize what Important Lessons I've learned and I'll make crazy memories (I wish).
So, I guess I should introduce myself! My name is Megera (I'm sorry, my parents have a weird taste in names) aka Meg and this is what I look like:

Me, with my beloved camera.

And of course, here are my parents, Penny and William:

Sorry about Mom's hair, Dad helps in a hair salon part time and likes to... experiment with our hair. He's pretty good, actually, he did mine. Dad's full job is an English professor at the university, and Mom, obviously, is a journalist.
That leaves my twin brother, Xavier (X for short):

He always wears that stupid necklace, it drives me CRAZY. He also always has crushes on my best friends- it's really weird. Anyways, enough about my dumb family. You need to know about my friends!
This is Marigold, my best friend. She can be a bit snobby and blunt, but I love her. She only moved here.... two years ago? It wasn't that long ago, but we instantly connected when she helped beat up my ex. She got a week's detention for it, but he did cheat on me.

Of course I have more friends, but that's all I have time to talk about right now! Bye <3
- Meg

PS I completely forgot to talk about Martha! Martha is one of my friends too! She's really smart and quiet and loves drinking tea.

She doesn't have as many friends as I do because she's kind of shy. I only met her last year.
Bye! I promise I'll actually leave this time :)

[retroaqua]

I'm so excited