React to the Diary Post of the Above OC

Diablo could admire the dedication and perserverance this man had. "Huh, someone seemed a little angry writing this one," He mumbled to himself whilst skimming over the page. He couldnt truely relate with the feeling of loyalty, or perhaps love, to a specific person and wanting to make sure that they're safe, but he could relate to the lengths that one could go for the things they cared about. Perhaps that was something that Diablo and this stranger had in common.

Diablo got up, storing the paper in his pocket. Perhaps he could one day find who wrote this, if just to hand it back to them.

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××/××/20××

What if I went back?

Its always lonely out here. I always hear people talk about the "great outdoors" and how good it is to be outside. Well, it's not so great when you spend your whole fucking life in the dirt like some lowly worm. Always getting bit by bugs, chased by predators and those crazy cryptid-hunters, maybe ill meet the occasional angel or demon who'll try to kill me straight away as well. I haven't had company in so long I've forgot how to hold a normal conversation with someone other then myself.

So, what if I went back to them, my old master? Granted, i'd be put through hell and back again, maybe they'd chop off my tail next like they did my wings, or some other sort of torture, but at least i'd have company of some sort, even if they'd berate me and tell me exactly how pathetic and broken I am. I know I sound like a total loser right now, but I just wish that I could have someone to talk to that'll talk back once in a while. Maybe that's too much to ask for someone like me, however.

-Diablo

Boremir looked upon the entry, and couldn't help but feel a great sadness overwhelm him. A story much like his own. He'd felt some of those feelings before, wanting to go back to the people who controlled your life... even if it was just in theory. There was a safety to the idea, so much of your will was gone and it made life more simple in a way. But he had people now, and it sounded like this 'Diablo' did not. There was no telling how old this paper was, like the rest of the collection in his library. He hoped somewhere, some way, some how... this person had found company. 

He hung out with friends that night to push away his own bad memories.

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Book 85, entry 23.

Lately I find myself grappling with my own possible mortality. Being feindish, it's not as if it's easy to die, but it is possible. I could have thousands of years left to perform any machinations, and yet the stars could align to end me in the the coming days or even hours. Is this how civilization feels? On a constant basis? How do they function? Then again, do they function? Look at them, constantly looking for things to bring them more power, as if that is what will prolong their life. In a way it can, can't it?  Take enough from others and you have more of a leg to stand on. Is that how this world has gone to... well not hell, obviously, but disarray for certain. But I digress; What would I wish to accomplish, if not for simply living? I have books because I enjoy what is within, I know people because I enjoy their stories. Is this what life is? Or does one need a goal to truely have a life? I will need to think more later, for now my books need to be tended to. I fear there may be worms somewhere... terrifying is their hunger for paper...

Jordynnes brows raised as she read the first few lines. That wasn't something that happened too often - as she was never the type to be surprised. Not after everything she'd been through since being forced into this mortal form. Humans were a nasty species, the atrocities they committed rivaled only that of the Aesir, of whom she despised so fervently. The midgard serpent thought she had seen it all, but something about reading this diary intrigued her.

It seemed to the apathetic woman that whoever had written this was experiencing quite a terrifying state of mania. She couldn't help but wonder if he had done something to cause it. Perhaps an accidental killing, or some other such vile act had resulted in these horrific hallucinations. Or, maybe not. It could just be a mental illness, the likes of which needed to be dealt with by medicating or going through therapy. In truth, Jordynne did not truly understand this process, because she never felt remorse for anything she did. She did not hallucinate, nor dwell upon the past. All that mattered to the young woman was survival; and she could not afford to have weakness like the shaky words she read in this diary.

If she were a better person, perhaps she would have felt pity for this tormented soul; but the ice that formed around her heart was as cold and unfeeling as ever. 

Perhaps her inner winter would never thaw to the warmth of spring.

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Sunday, December 1st, xxxx 

Nobody noticed today, either.

Today's full earnings come to the amount of $15,000. The casino took a cut of 50%, leaving me with $7500 to take home. The boss says if I keep this up, I'll get a bonus. 

I had a close call today. Someone brought in their phone and sat at my table, even though such devices are strictly prohibited. Luckily, they weren't filming. Nobody noticed the cards dissapear. Not even when they reappeared, or shifted places. If I keep going like this, I'll be able to afford a house with actual heat this winter. I'm sure Fen will be happy to hear of it. 

At the end of every page, you notice the same small message, written in the bottom margin in teeny tiny letters.

Oh, and if it isn't me that opened this, I'll know. You'll probably be dead before you even read this. I would say I'm sorry for what's about to happen to you, but that would be a lie. Farewell.

Snowfallqueen

Anna frowned as her eyes skimmed over the words that had been jotted down into the journal. She hadn’t meant to find or read it, she’d merely been rummaging through a pile of books when the worn notebook caught her eye. The person had written about a rather large sum of money, but while it seemed to be good news to whoever had written it, something about the whole situation felt kind of... sketchy. Had she chanced upon a confession? Whatever this person was writing about didn’t sound entirely legal, especially when they brought up details about the cameras and casinos. Still, it sounded like they really needed the money to have a better life with the person named Fen. Anna didn’t know whether to be sad or concerned.

She considered putting the journal back, but stopped when she noticed the tiny note at the very bottom of the page. She felt her heart leap into her throat and closed the notebook immediately. She shoved it back into the pile. The last part was probably a prank, but it still left her feeling uneasy.

November 10, 2018

I’m scared. I’m writing this down because I’m scared and I don’t know what to do. The past few months have been crazy. There’s a portal in the woods to a placed called the Kingdom of Sol. My brother was shoved off the two-story merry-go-round and almost died, and my Cat is apparently the World Eater - the very reason the world is going to end. Also, apparently I have the power to see the future. Two weeks ago, I was just a normal high schooler. It’s... I don’t have the words to describe it. I guess I knew something was wrong when I started having the bad dreams. I just want things to be normal again. 

"Haunted animatronics?" Balto wondered to himself, looking down at the small ripped page in this hand. He continued to read about the writer's dead friend. And, just for a moment, it got him thinking back to Daris, and where she might be now..

"Balto!" Beatrice called from the distance, "What are you doing down there?" Leaving the paper, Balto ran over to Beatrice, who was looking at him curiously. "Oh, it's nothing, dear." He reassured her. 

And as they began to walk side by side, Balto's thoughts ran back to the paper, and how it reminded him of Daris. He turned towards Beatrice, "Hey uh.. do you ever wonder where Daris is now?" He asked her out of the blue. She looked at him, surprised. "Well uh, I don't really think about it. I mean, I never really knew her, and besides, she might be dead anyways. Not really a huge deal." Balto flinched, her words stung like nettles. Is that how she really thought of Daris? He slowly continued to follow her, lost in thought.

(Sorry for making it mostly about my characters. I couldn't really help myself dwaiacidnv)

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(The note came in a small paper, cleanly ripped out as if it were left here on purpose. The words are a little scratchy but are still somewhat readable. And oddly, there appears to be no exact day other than just the month)

August, 19xx

Me and Beatrice have been walking through this field for ages now. It seems it's gonna be a while until we find another road. And if we do, it's hard to say where we'll go next. I was so hopeful that when I visited that old town that perhaps maybe Daris would be there somewhere, waiting for me. Instead the place was in ruins, the whole town was burnt down and well.. My best guess is that the locals ran off somewhere.. they might have Daris with them, maybe. Geez, it seems like every new lead we've been taking is just a shot in the dark. Beatrice thinks I'm obsessed and well.. I can't blame her. But it was still her choice to follow me, it's not like I'm forcing her or anything...

I heard a sound just now. Strangely familiar.. a train? Beatrice seems spooked and-  I'm heading towards the sound now. If you're reading this, you're almost there, wherever you are.

(The writing cuts off there)

Rigby was busy sweeping the mansion angrily. All he gets from this stupid rich people was some filthy room with no bed, and they expect him to clean their entire mansion? He grumbled to himself, clearing out the bottom of a dresser, when suddenly he found a note.

"What the..?" He muttered, looking over the paper. "The hell is this..?" There were a bunch of strange scribbles all over the paper and words he didn't understand but the best he could make out was a strange list of names. "Are they.. considering these people for something..?" Suddenly he seemed a lot more interested, rereading it, and trying to understand it's true meaning. What does "like it matters" mean? Is that a tagline? Is this for a company or-

"AIN'T YOU DONE YET?!" Suddenly a loud booming voice filled the once quiet halls. "Almost.." he huffed, stuffing the page into one of the pockets of his guitar case..

"HURRY UP YA SCRAMP!! I WANT THIS PLACE CLEAAAAAN!!" Rigby twitched with annoyance, grabbing his broom and leaving into the next room as fast as he could.

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6/27/1968

Me and Mandy, we plan on leaving well.. today. I'm nervous. But if it finally means I can get out of this filthy place, with Mandy, then I won't hold anything back. We plan on meeting by the front door at 8:00, and when nobody is looking.. we'll leave to the train station. We'll finally make it out of here. I can finally have that.. beautiful Mandy. I'm sick to death of being pushed around by these rich men; having to clean their mansion twice a day with nothing in return.. I'm basically a captive to them. The front door is the only way to get out of here and..

if anyone notices or tries to stop us, I won't hesitate.

(the entry ends there..)

Yuuto was just about to close up the store when he noticed a small book sitting on the floor. There wasn’t anybody left in the store, only him and his uncle who was sitting in the backroom. He grabbed the book and flipped through the pages to see it was a diary. Seemingly old too, must be important to someone.

He brought it back to the counter and opened up to a random page. It couldn’t hurt to just read one entry, right?

As he read the date, he told himself to keep it in case anyone came to pick it up. His eyes scanned the page and half it took up, wondering to himself; “Where was this?”, “Did they ever get to escape?”, “What happened to them?” Among others.
He felt honored to look into someone’s life like this, even if it was supposed to be private.

Closing the book, his uncle came from the back room and scolded him for not closing up shop sooner.
“Yeah, just wait for me in the car! I got it!” As he slid the book under the counter. 

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September 15th, 2015

I asked out Shizuko today! She’s been telling me about her problems for the past two years And I felt like we’ve been getting really close for the past couple years so I felt like it was just right. I’m so glad she said yes! Her smile made me so glad! She cried into my arms as if she were waiting for a while... Better late than never, right? And plus, homecoming is coming soon, so I better get her a big poster and some flowers. But I gotta pick her up in my minivan... Ugh! Would she think I’m lame? Should I borrow my uncle’s car?
(The entry stops there.)

As she read the entry Sulfur blushed a bit as she thought about this new couple, feeling happy for them now that they were together.

*the entry is within a notepad that is shaped like a lemon, the pages even smell a bit like one*

26th November 2039

I got rejected... again. I can't believe Gold still doesn't understand how great I am, it's ridiculous! Like, come on, I really do love Mercury and Fluorine and all the other people I'm dating, but Gold? He's my greatest love, I need him, we're destined to be together and I can't understand why he refuses to see that...

Michio read the words scribed on ths little sticky note, "ah young love always so complicated" he sighs and silently wishes everything works out for this love striken stranger.

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October III 

Hello my diary, it has been a while since I've had anything to write down here but alas here I am. 

I caught a glimpse of the most beautiful cat wandering through my woods, it was a beautiful bright orange and for a split second it stared right at me I swear. I tried to approach him slowly but he ran off before I could get close, I hope I didnt frighten him. Is he lost? Does he have a home? Is he taken care of? Is he loved? I hope hes doing okay. Take care.

*insert toddler level bad drawing of a cat*