dear diary.
mommy bought me this diary and this supar cool! dragon head pen for my birthday!!!
i am 8 now!
Mom says im going to be a woman soon
i don't know what the means but it sounds cool
She made me a strawberry cake
it tasted really really good
My mommy is really beautiful
She has nice brown skin that shines in the sun
And her forehead is smooth.
i hope my skin will look like that one day
i dont know when the things on my forehead will go away
Maybe when I become a woman?
My voice is starting to sound weird
Mommy says it's beautiful and that I shouldn't be ashamed of it
Mommy voice is more beautiful than mine.....
its not fair
im so ugly
not like mommy
i hope i can turn into a woman soon
Aunt Joice came to visit
I really like her
she always really nice to me!
She brought me presents
I got a teddy bear and a wooden horsey
it's just me and mommy here so it's nice to see someone else
sometimes mommy goes to the town to get food but she never takes me with her!
it's so unfair!!
i want to meet new people and make friends
it's soo boring by myself
Mommy and Aunt Joice spent alot of time talking
they look really close
I didn't understand what they said but they look sad
I wonder why
I like this dairy but its not what i wanted for my birthday
i wanted a daddy
one that will play with me all the time
and he'll protect me from bad guys
but every time i ask mommy she gets weird
she doesnt even look at me
maybe the miracle man will give me one!
i tried to dig to see him but i can never get deep enouf....
i found something today
a bird
me and mommy found it while we were walking in the woods
it was not like other birds
it wasnt in the sky
it was on the ground
and it only had one wing!
i thought it was special
mommy said it was injured
she wouldnt let me kiss it better tho
i wanted to take it back home but mommy said no
she said we have to leave it
but it looked so sad
i should do something
when mommy wasnt looking i went outside and brought the bird back
i put it in a box and hid it under my bed
i will keep it untill it gets better then i will let it go
i cant wait!!!!
the bird makes sounds at night
it scarps the box
it was really really hard to sleep
i hope it gets better soon
the bird is not getting better!!!
it lost most of its feathers
and worst of all
it makes more noise!!
mommy almost found it
some people came into our house today
mommy told me to hide in my closet and not come out
i did it but i didnt tell her i came out for one moment
i wanted to peak outside
there was a man wearing knight clothes
on his chest was a drawing that kind of looked like this
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he was talking to mommy he looked like a bad guy
i think he saw me
the men and the man in knight clothes are visiting all the time now
i always have to hide in the closet
even in the closet i can still hear it
the bird scrapping the box under my bed
i wish it would stop
something is happening to mommy
her beautiful skin is turning dry
and her voice is becoming hard
her eyes have black under them
i cant look at her too much
i keep hearing that stupid bird scrapping the box from my room
mommy found the bird
she was really mad at me
i dont understand why
i just want it to get better
but it did look bad
it lost most of its feathers
its skin was purple
but it sill moved it sill scrapped the box and making that noise
i hated it
if it wasnt going to get better it should just die already
mommy put the box in the storage and said wed talk about it later
i can still hear the sound from my room
i killed it
it didnt deserve to live
it wouldnt get better
so i squeezed its head
i barred it the place i found it
mommy didnt say anything
i didnt hear anything that night
the man in knight clothes is coming to our house everyday now
and everyday i have to hide in my closet its so annoying
i hate it
why do i have to hide!!
noises come out from mommys room
its just like the bird
i wish he would just die
mommy is looking worse
Aunt Joice visited but she wasnt nice to me
she sat and talked to mommy
mommy was crying
Aunt Joice wouldnt talk to me
she kept looking at me weird
she should just die
i hate mommy
shes not beautiful anymore
shes ugly
she not nice to me anymore
she just sleeps all day
and she doesnt make tasty food anymore
all i eat is bland stuff
i hate her
im going to kill her
im going to kill mommy
i stole the kitchen knife
mommy said not to touch it but what does she know
but first im going to kill that man
i will hide and then stab him
i killed him
i pushed the knife deep into his stomach
the stupid man wasnt wearing his knight clothes
he was coming out of the house with just his underwear for some reason so it was easy
i didnt just stab in the belly
he called me a devil!!!!
im not a devil!!
so i cut him over and over again until he said i wasnt
then he just died
i hid his body where i barred the bird and then throw my clothes away they had blood on them
i will kill mommy tomorrow im too tired now
i dont understand
i dont understand
i dont understand
i dont understand
i dont understand
i dont understand
i dont understand
i dont understand
why did i want to kill mommy
why would i think of something like that
why did i kill the bird
why did i kill the man
why did i try to kill mommy
i stabed mommy in her arm
but she didnt scream
she didnt curse at me or say that she hated me
she just said she loved me
she put her hand on my head and she said she was sorry
i ran away
i dont want to hurt mommy again
im sorry mommy
i passed by the town
i saw children that were as big as me
none of them had red skin
none of them had horns
and none of them had tails
the man was right i am a devil
I'm a devil
i should just die
i tried to die
i couldnt
i shoved the knife into my chest
it hurt soo much
but i didnt die
i left hole but then i got better
im not like the bird or mommy
i got better
i dug a hole for a long time
i kept digging and digging for three days
the hole is soo deep you cant see the bottom
im going to throw this diary in so the miracle man can read it
miracle man please help me
my life is really bad can you give me a miracle
i want to be the world to stop being bad
i want to everything to be good
i dont want to hurt or be hurt anymore
please
i hear the sound of people yelling
im going to keep running away now
im fine
i can spend a long time without eating or sleeping
i try to sleep as little as possible
i keep hearing the bird
Aaaah.
Quite a sad tale is it not.
He says his voice not the least bit sad.
The owner of the voice, a man in a far too fitting red suit closes a small book.
The little half-devil did not receive a miracle.
At least not yet.
She lived a life filled with hardships and turmoil.
Her heart will be broken to a million pieces.
Over and over again.
Until she finally found people who not only accepted her.
But understood her.
She got what she wanted.
I hope she enjoys it as much as she can.
Sadly.
Her life will not have a happy ending.
Beings like her and that orange spider girl are bound to doom.
Time is fickle after all.
Unneeded tools are discarded immediately
But before that happens.
She will get her miracle.
He puts it back into a shelve to join all the other books.
Each one of these books, scrolls, journals, memoirs, suicide notes.
Tells a story of complete despair.
Stories of.
Betrayal.
Broken hearts.
Broken promises.
Murder.
Death.
Suicide.
The man in red takes a step back from the giant bookcase that takes up an entire room.
The bookcase is filled to the brim, some of them are from a few years ago, others go back to the beginning of time.
Some are written in old forgotten languages.
Others are written in blood.
You might ask yourself.
What type of person will let something like this happen.
What type of person will let a world that was by all means.
Dying.
Keeping it alive.
Letting it rot more and more.
Like a great-great-grandfather who can't see, hear, or speak.
Their mind already gone.
Living a life that can only be described as hell.
Yet still.
They don't pull the plug.
They add more machines to keep him alive.
They replace his heart with one made of copper.
They use medicine with horrible side effects but will keep them going.
The body is alive but it looks dead to anyone seeing it.
To go so far as for 5 tumors to grow.
Each making the body, more and more rotten but not enough for it to die.
More and more people suffer.
More and more people betray.
More and more people hurt.
More and more people kill.
They live their lives from one misery to another.
The man red makes his way out of the room into a hallway.
He reaches a red room with a desk.
On it is a commodore 64.
He takes out a floppy disk with the title pitfall
A title screen flashes "Pitfall"
A man made of boxes appears under it.
He stands in what appears to be a jungle of some kind.
He presses the enter key and then uses the arrow keys to move.
Take our friend here pitfall Harry.
From the moment his life begins.
He has to jump over pitfalls.
Swing over ponds.
Jump over barrels.
Every now and then he finds treasure that gives him moments of happiness.
Only to go back to avoiding traps.
Forced to go through dangers over and over again.
It only stops when he dies.
Pitfall Harry falls down a pitfall.
The man in red sighs in frustration as he loses points.
Pitfall Harry appears again.
Only for the game to start over.
The pain and misery neverending.
It's a perfect metaphor for life.
I love it when games weave the story into gameplay.
This game is a work of art.
Pitfall Harry jumps on the alligators making sure to only jumps when their mouths are closed.
Aaah.
You see this symbolizes the justice system.
Pitfall Harry goes down a cave and dies to a scorpion.
The death screen appears.
The man in red sighs.
He laments not being able to break his record.
He notices some dust on his precious commodore 64.
He whips it off gently.
He marvels at the greatness of this gaming machine.
No matter how much he tried he couldn't find any other game system after this one!
He wasn't surprised though.
After perfection was made, who in their right minds would even bother to try to make something better!
While admiring the system, he notices and picks up something next to it.
A ball of beige clay.
Which brings us to the tumor.
He picks it up and stares at it.
Not showing even a hint of emotion.
He embodies the world's current nature.
Each tumor did.
But this one is special.
Not because it's special in any way.
It was just made at the right time.
Any of the other tumors could have taken its place.
In fact, some of them would have done a better job.
But I'm not being choosy.
It will fulfill its purpose.
A hint of mockery so faint you wouldn't notice it covers his words.
Then.
It will die.
It will die a horrible death.
And the best part is.
It will be your fault.
The mockery in his voice becomes thicker.
And it will know.
It will curse you as it dies.
It will regret ever listening to a letter of your commands.
It will try to find and kill you.
But it will never succeed.
After all, what can it do.
Just like our friend pitfall Harry
It will go through battle after battle.
Spike after Spike.
Moments of happiness.
Moments of despair.
And at the end.
It will simply die.
It won't mean anything to you of course.
It's just a game over.
Just move on to the next thing.
He starts laughing.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
It's so funny to me.
You actually think you have any type of power.
I would say it was cute if it wasn't so disgusting.
............
All of a sudden all emotion disappears from his voice.
Of course, I might be wrong.
I am a Pantomath.
But I'm not omniscient.
I know everything happening in the present.
And I've lived long enough to predict the future.
But.
I have been surprised before.
There's only one thing that's set in stone.
My victory.
I will complete my goal.
There is no doubt about that.
It's just too bad I won't be able to see it.
The man in red stands up letting the ball of clay fall to the ground.
He steps over it, smooshing it into the carpet.
And makes his way back to the hallway.
Then he enters a room.
Unlike every other room, this one has black wallpaper.
It the middle of it is a pit with a glass dome around it.
It's filled with a black substance.
It looks like ink.
Every now and then it forms a spike only for it to fall back into the pit.
Right next to it is a humanoid figure.
The thing is the same color as the black substance.
They're either covered by it or made of it.
They drip it constantly.
They're chained to the ground.
They look down.
Not even registering the presence of the mirac I MEAN-
The man in red.
He presses his hand agenst the glass.
The figure shivers.
Hmmm.
I bet you're wondering.
And the answer is no.
You will not know the answer to who and what this thing is yet.
You have seen it before though.
Hmmmm.
Did you forget.
It was at the end of day 11.5[B].
This is has been going for long enough so it's fine if you forgot.
The man in red leans against the glass dome.
I have lived for a long time.
Too long.
I have never felt tired or fatigued.
And I have never felt a shred of remorse for anything I ever did.
But.
I have felt monotonous.
....................
Dear readers.
We are nearing a turning point.
Consider this a warning.
You have only seen the surface of this horrible black world.
You should stop if it's too much for you.
You will soon learn of the events that lead to its current state.
The atrocities.
The genocide.
The wars.
The rapes.
The slavery.
The Xenophobia.
All of it.
Every single one.
Killed thousands of innocents.
You will stare deep into the darkness underneath this world.
Into the cancer.
You'll see just how much it corrupted this world.
And you'll see.
Why I made the world this way.
I feel your black heart
beating in excitement bro. Impressive indeed.
pitfall is overrated