Mystery Dungeon Rp/Story

*Shadow pushes Tera off.8

Hes talking about a kid who get cursed and turned into a rubber Jolteon.

*Blaze picks Angel up*
Blaze:Derek is spaced out at the moment, wanna leave a message?

*Derek holds Angel up by her sides to his beak and puckers up for a big ol kiss.*
Derek-" Hit me with it Angel."

Angel starts licking his beak, wagging her tail excitedly as she giggles.
"I missed yew, grampa." ;;

*Blaze looks at them before jumping down*
Blaze: I need to find Sam~
((bbl phones gunna die))

*Derek kisses her nose back and curls her up in his arms so she's belly up. He sticks a finger in between her four legs and starts rubbing her belly.*
Derek-" Missed you too sweetheart. Anyway, yeah. I could use some help Blaze."

*Devonté is still downstairs, studying the newspaper.*
D-"I don't understand...no files, just a newspaper?"

She wiggles around, giggling.
"Grampa, that tickles!"
She drops the book she's holding. The book looks as if it's centuries old, the cover faded and brown.

*Derek immediately stops and grabs the book with his free hand before it hits the ground, smiling and putting it back into her paws.*
Derek-" Careful little Angel, that falls off the roof and it might break. Eve's diary, I'm guessing?"

She nods a bit, flicking it open.
"It's getting pretty bad... Last time she wrote in it, she was developing several split personality disorders..."

Derek-" Don't see why she's getting so bad. It's really only been a few weeks in there."
*He picks up the book gently as to not break it and starts skimming over a few select lines, frowning.*
Derek-" Oh wow..."

*Shadow sits and watches Derek and Angel.*

*Sarah is on Derek's head.*
S-What are you looking at, mister?"

Derek-" Old book, sort of like a way through dimensions. Small girl on the other side is writing in this same book and we're just reading it. Shadow... have you seen some of this? The girl's flipped her lid."

I've read some of the earlier pages of it.

*Silver goes out and joins everyone*
What are you reading?

Derek-" These later pages... reminds me of a mental patient Chris and I used to talk to all the time. Oh, and permission to push Silver off the roof? She's going to bring it down along with us."

*Silver has a ._. face*
I'm not that heavy Derek.....

*Sarah reads what Derek is.*
.-. S-"Oh wow."

"Because time flows differently there. A day for us is twenty four years in there..."
She sighs a bit.

The very last page is written with beautiful calligraphy, as if she's had time to practice. Which she kinda has.

Year: 73
Day: 251
Everything is beginning t ofade... I read my previous journal entries every day, but they make no sense to me... They just don't seem real...

All that I have left to cling to is a number and a name... Eve... The name bestowed upon me by a mother I can't even remember... Was any of this real, or is it just a fantasy? It's impossible to tell...

My mind is beginning to truly snap... I've begun developing split personalities against my will... Over the past twelve years, I've developed seven... Occasionally, they'll write something in the journal... Perhaps this is just to spite me... Or perhaps they, too, feel the need to express themselves through the pen...

So far, these are the only ones I know of...

Allison
Melody
Seryu
Victoria
Valerie
Sariah
Angel

Some of them, like Allison and Melody, seem sympathetic towards me... Others, like Victoria and Sariah, seem to exist only to torment me... And then there's Angel... She was teh very first to appear, and she seems... Familiar to me, somehow... Like I've known her all my life... She's never said a word to me, though... She treats me like I've committed some horrible crime...

I'm losing my mind... I just wish

Her handwriting stops there... And is replaced by a newer, sloppier form of handwriting a few lines down.

[i]... So this is her journal? Pathetic. Well, I may as well write something here as well... Nothing better to do in this god forsaken world...

My name is Sariah. I'm one of the eight fragments of Eve's mind. And, as she suggested, I thoroughly enjoy tormenting the girl.

According to Allison, who is what we'd call the scientist of the group, Eve's mind began splitting to cope with the torment of being completely alone for 73 years. However, when her mind created us, it imbued us with several lost aspects of her personality. I inherited Eve's destructive and evil nature, and my sister, Victoria, holds Eve's deceitful tendencies. Allison is her logic, Melody is her optimism, Seryuis her anger, Valerie is her sense of failure... And then there's Angel. She began developing about 50 years ago... Allison seems to think that Angel's important, but I'm not convinced. All the kid ever does is sit around, moping... What a waste of a personality.

It seems that Victoria, Seryu and I are the only ones who have any remote hopes of getting out of here. The others have just given up trying. Morons... Eve doesn't even believe that there's a world outside of this place. What an idiot...

One thing's for sure. When we get out of here, I'm not letting that brat take control again. No... When we get out, it'll be me, and me alone... And the first thing I'm going to do is slaughter every living being I can find...