FORWARD
Okay, if you’re reading this, perhaps this whole process of writing this down wasn’t a complete waste of time. Don’t get me wrong, it was still a waste. Maybe these journals could be a factor in the problem we’ve only seemed to worsen. Wasting time we could’ve spent saving your sorry skins. Just writing away, rather than taking action. Some heroes, huh? Okay, enough ranting. I should probably explain what’s going on. Now, this may be a lot to swallow, but you’re all gonna die. Every last one of you. Our job, and may I add that all these incompetent, sorry excuses for companions are completely failing at it, is to stop a bunch of demons and various other creepy crawlies that dragged themselves from the darkest recesses of human imagination, from coming over to your world and exterminating the human race. We have no chance of surviving this, much less actually succeeding, so pretty much, you all are doomed. End of story. Now, I’d advise that you people gear up and at least make a shallow attempt at protecting yourselves. Not that it’d make any difference to your fates of course, but at least you’d go out fighting. Enjoy your doom and demise, and don’t expect any last minute heroism from us, chances are, we’re already dead.
JUNE 6.
-2012-
Well, it seems I’m in a room. What a way to hook a reader, huh? Good thing I’m the only one who’s gonna see this. Maybe if I describe it, I’ll figure out what to do next.
Well, I’m in a hexagonal room. The walls are bare, and slant slightly inward, as if to create a pyramid shape. I’ve already tried to look for the point, but when I looked up, my vision completely abandoned me, and I was blind for a few minutes. Thank goodness it came back.
Note to self: don’t try that again.
In the room's center is a smaller six-sided pyramid, with a small, round, plain stone suspended above the tip. Strange. I probably shouldn't mess with it.
In the corners of this six-sided room, there are black pillars. They seem to be made up of some kind of polished stone. Upon closer inspection, each of them had a symbol engraved onto the surface. There was the number 13, a cat, a ladder, a broken mirror, an umbrella, and… I shuddered. Recent memories of pain and fire burst into my mind. The memories of burning were brought back to the surface of my consciousness at the image of an overturned saltshaker.
Maybe that had something to do with how I got here. Might as well examine the details of what happened.
Earlier…
I was staring at the front of a cute little jewelry store in the downtown area of the city I live in. Each second that ticked by, I had less time to do what I had been told to do. Less time to get in, and less time to get out. I gripped the fist-sized rock in my hand, and tried to end my hesitation.
All I had to do was break the window, get in, and get out with some well, valued items in tow. If I did that, I’d be just fine. But if I failed… I swallowed my fear and raised my fist, ready to strike at the glass...
CRASH!
The glass window shattered. Glass shards littered the ground at my feet. Unfortunately, the quaint little store had a fancy expensive security system, and alarms began to go off. I began to run, because the impulse was to great to resist, my short dark hair scratching at my eyes.
It was then that the realizaton of the consequences that would await me if I returned empty handed dawned. I skidded to a halt and changed the direction of my sprint, back to the storefront… maybe if I hurried, I’d beat the police. Nimbly, I leapt through the broken window I had created, and broke a couple containers, stuffing anything I could lay my hands on into my coat pockets.
Sirens faded into my consciousness. They were nearly here, and advancing quickly. The adrenaline running through me rose even higher, and I ran for the window. I jumped, but my foot caught on the bottom edge, and I fell onto the scattered glass on the concrete. A deep gash opened in my hand.
Ignoring the blood left on the sidewalk, I hurried to my feet and broke into a full-out sprint away from the jewelry store. Sirens wailed behind me, and I ducked into an alleyway to attempt an escape. I heard car doors slam, and heavy footfalls behind me. Closing in.
Coming out the other side, I spotted a large, brightly lit grocery store. The sun was setting behind it, and that only added to the welcome feeling I had for the place. It was a chance to escape. I dashed across the road, pushing myself not to falter until I los my pursuers. I couldn’t fail, not when I had the threat of a gang hanging overhead. I made a few mistakes a few years ago and got on their bad side. Now they had me running ragged, making up for what they claimed I “owed” them. I can’t live like this, I was struggling enough with both me and my parakeet to feed before this. But that’s a different story.
I burst into the Kroger building, and weaved around, in order for the police to loose sight of me, then entered the girl’s room, and locked myself in a stall. It was there that I waited for who knows how long, and felt more comfortable exiting.
When I left the building, the sun was well below the horizon, and a half moon illuminated the cityscape. My pockets were heavy, and I did my best to tread lightly, so that the contents weren’t given away by a jingling noise. Before I left the vicinity of the grocery store, my stomach growled, and I found out just how hungry I was. I hadn’t eaten since this morning, and it wasn’t a very filling breakfast.
I glanced around the area, and a lady with a brown bag that had just left the building caught my eye. I circled around behind the woman with a wide arc. In a fluid motion, a jumped forward, snatched the bag, and rocketed away.
I settled down in a small pathway between two very tall buildings, and opened the paper bag. Its contents shocked me. Was that… Three 1-pound bags of sugar? Is that all that this lady bought? It was strange. My stomach growled again, this time with more ferocity. I shrugged, and pried open the first bag.
If only I had read the label, because when I put my hand into the white crystals, I quickly recoiled as a huge jolt of pain shot up my arm. Maybe I would’ve remembered my cut if I knew that the little sack was full of not sugar, but salt. I looked at the small red dots in the bag, then t my throbbing hand. My gash was completely full of the small white pieces. It burned, but the feeling was slowly getting more and more painful, until a little flame burst in my palm. This happened right as I had nearly gotten the salt from my wound, and caught my other hand as well.
I screamed. It hurt like hell, and I noticed that it was quickly devouring my body. It burned a hole into my hand, and spread to my arm, where the flames began to move even faster. I thrashed in an attempt to put it out, but kicked over the open bag of salt, which spilled its contents over my shins, which quickly caught aflame, and provoked even more pained screams. I was surprised no one came to help. The flames had reached my shoulders, as well as my knees.
The fire reached my neck and chest, and kept gaining speed. Soon, my chest was dissolved, as well as my head, and as strange as it was, I could still feel the smoldering pain. The small amount of muscle that was left, my heart, felt a huge pressure building, until a mass of lame overtook that too. Then there was nothing.
Eventually, my eyes opened in this room before me. It felt like I had been suspended in nothingness for hours, then the shock of, well, something there came.
Then i saw a manilla folder with a mass of hastilly stapled pages inside. Next to it, a chewed pen. Lovely. So I decided to write to calm my nerves. ITS NOT WORKING.
This didn't clear much of anything up at all. How pointless.
Well, I’m in a hexagonal room. The walls are bare, and slant slightly inward, as if to create a pyramid shape. I’ve already tried to look for the point, but when I looked up, my vision completely abandoned me, and I was blind for a few minutes. Thank goodness it came back.
Note to self: don’t try that again.
In the room's center is a smaller six-sided pyramid, with a small, round, plain stone suspended above the tip. Strange. I probably shouldn't mess with it.
In the corners of this six-sided room, there are black pillars. They seem to be made up of some kind of polished stone. Upon closer inspection, each of them had a symbol engraved onto the surface. There was the number 13, a cat, a ladder, a broken mirror, an umbrella, and… I shuddered. Recent memories of pain and fire burst into my mind. The memories of burning were brought back to the surface of my consciousness at the image of an overturned saltshaker.
Maybe that had something to do with how I got here. Might as well examine the details of what happened.
Earlier…
I was staring at the front of a cute little jewelry store in the downtown area of the city I live in. Each second that ticked by, I had less time to do what I had been told to do. Less time to get in, and less time to get out. I gripped the fist-sized rock in my hand, and tried to end my hesitation.
All I had to do was break the window, get in, and get out with some well, valued items in tow. If I did that, I’d be just fine. But if I failed… I swallowed my fear and raised my fist, ready to strike at the glass...
CRASH!
The glass window shattered. Glass shards littered the ground at my feet. Unfortunately, the quaint little store had a fancy expensive security system, and alarms began to go off. I began to run, because the impulse was to great to resist, my short dark hair scratching at my eyes.
It was then that the realizaton of the consequences that would await me if I returned empty handed dawned. I skidded to a halt and changed the direction of my sprint, back to the storefront… maybe if I hurried, I’d beat the police. Nimbly, I leapt through the broken window I had created, and broke a couple containers, stuffing anything I could lay my hands on into my coat pockets.
Sirens faded into my consciousness. They were nearly here, and advancing quickly. The adrenaline running through me rose even higher, and I ran for the window. I jumped, but my foot caught on the bottom edge, and I fell onto the scattered glass on the concrete. A deep gash opened in my hand.
Ignoring the blood left on the sidewalk, I hurried to my feet and broke into a full-out sprint away from the jewelry store. Sirens wailed behind me, and I ducked into an alleyway to attempt an escape. I heard car doors slam, and heavy footfalls behind me. Closing in.
Coming out the other side, I spotted a large, brightly lit grocery store. The sun was setting behind it, and that only added to the welcome feeling I had for the place. It was a chance to escape. I dashed across the road, pushing myself not to falter until I los my pursuers. I couldn’t fail, not when I had the threat of a gang hanging overhead. I made a few mistakes a few years ago and got on their bad side. Now they had me running ragged, making up for what they claimed I “owed” them. I can’t live like this, I was struggling enough with both me and my parakeet to feed before this. But that’s a different story.
I burst into the Kroger building, and weaved around, in order for the police to loose sight of me, then entered the girl’s room, and locked myself in a stall. It was there that I waited for who knows how long, and felt more comfortable exiting.
When I left the building, the sun was well below the horizon, and a half moon illuminated the cityscape. My pockets were heavy, and I did my best to tread lightly, so that the contents weren’t given away by a jingling noise. Before I left the vicinity of the grocery store, my stomach growled, and I found out just how hungry I was. I hadn’t eaten since this morning, and it wasn’t a very filling breakfast.
I glanced around the area, and a lady with a brown bag that had just left the building caught my eye. I circled around behind the woman with a wide arc. In a fluid motion, a jumped forward, snatched the bag, and rocketed away.
I settled down in a small pathway between two very tall buildings, and opened the paper bag. Its contents shocked me. Was that… Three 1-pound bags of sugar? Is that all that this lady bought? It was strange. My stomach growled again, this time with more ferocity. I shrugged, and pried open the first bag.
If only I had read the label, because when I put my hand into the white crystals, I quickly recoiled as a huge jolt of pain shot up my arm. Maybe I would’ve remembered my cut if I knew that the little sack was full of not sugar, but salt. I looked at the small red dots in the bag, then t my throbbing hand. My gash was completely full of the small white pieces. It burned, but the feeling was slowly getting more and more painful, until a little flame burst in my palm. This happened right as I had nearly gotten the salt from my wound, and caught my other hand as well.
I screamed. It hurt like hell, and I noticed that it was quickly devouring my body. It burned a hole into my hand, and spread to my arm, where the flames began to move even faster. I thrashed in an attempt to put it out, but kicked over the open bag of salt, which spilled its contents over my shins, which quickly caught aflame, and provoked even more pained screams. I was surprised no one came to help. The flames had reached my shoulders, as well as my knees.
The fire reached my neck and chest, and kept gaining speed. Soon, my chest was dissolved, as well as my head, and as strange as it was, I could still feel the smoldering pain. The small amount of muscle that was left, my heart, felt a huge pressure building, until a mass of lame overtook that too. Then there was nothing.
Eventually, my eyes opened in this room before me. It felt like I had been suspended in nothingness for hours, then the shock of, well, something there came.
Then i saw a manilla folder with a mass of hastilly stapled pages inside. Next to it, a chewed pen. Lovely. So I decided to write to calm my nerves. ITS NOT WORKING.
This didn't clear much of anything up at all. How pointless.
JUNE 7.
-2012-
Okay, I've been in this room for awhile. There's nothing to do but sit here. I fell asleep awhile ago, but I'm very awake now. I have no idea how long I've been asleep, but I don't think it matters. I'm stuck.
***
Okay, now that all the chaos provided by miss rainbow dash has settled down, I probably should add more to this journal entry. Good gravy she's annoying. ...did I seriously just write good gravy? That's stupid. But back to the task at hand.
Ok, so while I was in the room, I got interested in that perfectly spherical rock I mentioned. I went up to it, and as I was a bit frustrated at the time, I picked it up and made an attempt to throw it, only before I could, I ended up in a desert. I still followed through on my throw, and I looked like a baseball pitcher. Slightly embarrassed, I stood up straight in a more normal position, checking to see if I'd been caught. That's when I saw IT.
She looked like a rainbow puked on her. She was also entranced by a cactus or something, from what I could see. All she did was stare at the thing. All of a sudden, she burst out with a "THANKYOU MISTER CACTUS!!" I decided I didn't like her.
"What in Hades are you yelling about?" I complained. All that she did in reply to that was stare at me, grinning like an idiot. She kind of reminded me of a character from this show I sometimes watched back home... And her stupid undivided attention at me was very unsettling. "And what exactly are you staring at, Rainbow Dash?" I said it as menacingly and unwelcoming as I could, but that comment only seemed to make her happier. And... I could see it building inside her. The look on her face... She was about to...
And she did. She burst into the most annoying fit of laughter I had ever heard. But the giggles weren't enough, oh no. She struggled to her feet, and she jumped forward to wrap her arms around me. At the time I thought I might have died and been stuck in colorful, giddy hell. What did I do to deserve this? It's not like I had much of a choice to steal from all those people...
Through my anger, I heard her mention something about new friends, and I was a bit too shocked and angry at the hug to do much of anything in that moment, but thankfully I quickly recovered enough to push her off and move to a safer position with the cactus between us. For some reason unknown to me, she found this even funnier than my pony comment, and those horrible giggles came back.
Of course, this WAS the best moment for everything to get worse right? I felt a strange feeling somewhere in my gut and a case of hiccups attacked. Of course that colorful thing only laughed harder. I held my breath for as long as I could, and she seemed to be calming down slightly, but another hiccup forced its way out, and the whole cycle started anew. She asked me if I was okay, but I was too upset to give her an actual answer, so I just yelled at her, "You don't seem to know what personal boundaries are!!" of course I had to hiccup again, which only gave the giggle from hell more power. She was laughing at EVERYTHING.
She sprang around the cactus and was face to face with me, and, to my growing dismay, she started quoting that show about that kid who made stuff float around while doing martial arts or dancing or something. I tried to get the cactus between us again, but she just started chasing me, then stopped and turned around, causing me to almost slam into her. Thankfully I was able to stop.
A lot of the time, in dangerous situations like this, it's better to get away while the chance is still there, as I have learned. So I ran off, in spite of wanting to punch her face in. Of course I wouldn't get away that easily.
"Wait up ms. Dark Colors!!" she called, chasing after me.
"Go away Rainbow Dash!!"
She ignored the demand and continued to SKIP along behind me.
"I'm Aria, by the way."
"I could care less!"
"So what's your name?" She asked me. I ignored her. I needed to run harder to lose her, I decided. So I tried that, but it made no difference, and I doubt she noticed through another bout of giggles. I was getting hot in my heavy jacket, but I refused to take it off, because I wasn't about to show her the t shirt I wore today. Of course on the day that I get stuck in a freaking desert I happened to be wearing my pony shirt, sporting a lovely picture of applejack on the front. I didn't want to give her any more to giggle about.
I got too hot to run, so I frustratedly stopped and turned around, and said "It's robin, okay!? And would you please just stop the giggling!?" my sentences interrupted by the onslaught of hiccups.
She tried to say something back, but the laughing made her words unintelligible. Then when she calmed down enough for speech, she said something I hoped to make her regret someday. She told me my name reminded her of that stupid, tights wearing, colorful, annoying, and obvious sidekick to another man in tights who named himself after a tiny, bug eating, flying mammal.
I was about ready to snap.
"Don't you EVER compare me to some wussy sidekick again," I warned.
She then proceeded in a defense against her beloved character, and offered to call me night wing instead.
" Night whatnow?"
She explained that it was when the dude becomes his own hero. Way to go, dude. But one detail stuck out.
"I'm not going to be any hero who's real name is dick!"
Who in the right mind names their kid that? I mean seriously.
The hiccups made her laugh again, and I was seriously getting pissed off. I decided to run again, as hot as my jacket was getting. She ran after me. Sadly, I quickly tired, and was forced to walk, as she skipped in CIRCLES around me. She also managed to turn her giggles onto a song, which is impressive, but very VERY obnoxious. I plugged my ears.
After awhile, she pointed something out, and I angrily explained that it was a mirage. The heat was finally getting to her. She insisted though, so I sheiled my eyes from the sun, and looked into the distance, and I DID see something.
"stand on my shoulders and see if you can get a better view." I commanded, and I didn't wait for a reply before I hoisted her up.
"Maybe she'll fall off and break her neck." I muttered, and she started giggling again.
"Shut up and tell me what you see, Rainbow Dash!"
She said it was a pyramid, and I wanted to scream. We were in freaking EGYPT!! I decided it was better than nothing, and maybe there'd be a bus full of tourists to use as a transport back to civilization, and a chance to hide from Rainbow Dash.
"Sounds good to me!" I said, dropping her in the sand and sprinting towards the pyramid.
I did my best to leave the girl behind me, but when I got there, I saw no tourists or busses, just an entrance, left wide open, which I guess is better than nothing. I went inside. It wasn't what I expected at all, though. Rather than dank dusty hallways, it opened up to a wide colosseum type room, with a skylight. How do you do that in a pyramid?
I heard rapid footsteps behind me as miss Rainbow dashed right to the desert table. Of course, she went straight for the sugar. After attacking the cotton candy, she looked up at me with bulging cheeks. Disgusting. She took a look around and pointed out a row of sleeping bags, and trotted over to watch the poor girl sleep. I'd hate to wake up to that.
And that though gave me an idea.
"Time to wake up sleeping beauty and find out what's going on."
Of course, with my luck, more crazy things started happening. An ugly little lizard popped out from under the blanket and glared at me. So I glared back at it.
"What's with the stupid lizard?" I asked. And apparently, the stupid lizard understands English, because it leapt at me and bit my finger. Aria then yanked it off. "Son of a-"
"happily married couple." she finished, and then she did something pretty amazing yet annoying, which I suppose is the norm for her, and negotiated with the beast. Apparently I'm not allowed to call it a stupid lizard anymore.
She then proceeded to drag me off to the desert table, and handed me a chocolate covered strawberry. I hate strawberries. She found this shocking, but she'll get over it. I saw piece of carrot cake and took that to a far end of the room, trying to distance myself from any people who may be around.
Aria, of course, joined me with a large plate piled high with a mountain of sugar, and kept telling me how good it all was, and I kept scooting away from her. I needed some peace and quiet. Thankfully, I soon got it, when she pulled out a notebook and started doodling the dragon she saw earlier. I relished in the silence for a moment and then decided to get a napkin, but to my horror, she followed me.
I tried to ignore her while I wiped my face, then looked up to see her running in an attempt to catch an off-balance girl that must've shown up recently. After helping the girl up, she exploded. The giggles that I hated so much were back! The anger built up. I stomped over to the two of them and hissed through clenched teeth. "you made the chronic laughter come back. I will hate you forever."
She seemed nervous, and that pleased me. Aria then attempted communication through her wild fit of bubbly laughter. We know how that turns out. I could make out her name at the end, so I added mine.
"Robin."
"Huh? Where?"
Good lord this new girl's slow.
"My name. Is Robin." I replied, fuming.
"Oh, sorry about that. Nice to meet you guys."
She was definitely nervous now. Maybe she'd leave me alone.
Aria handled the polite part, and invited her to the sleeping mats. I followed and took mine a bit away from the group. I needed my space after today, and wrote all this down. I have no idea why I'm doing this, maybe it'll come in handily later, I don't know.
***
Okay, now that all the chaos provided by miss rainbow dash has settled down, I probably should add more to this journal entry. Good gravy she's annoying. ...did I seriously just write good gravy? That's stupid. But back to the task at hand.
Ok, so while I was in the room, I got interested in that perfectly spherical rock I mentioned. I went up to it, and as I was a bit frustrated at the time, I picked it up and made an attempt to throw it, only before I could, I ended up in a desert. I still followed through on my throw, and I looked like a baseball pitcher. Slightly embarrassed, I stood up straight in a more normal position, checking to see if I'd been caught. That's when I saw IT.
She looked like a rainbow puked on her. She was also entranced by a cactus or something, from what I could see. All she did was stare at the thing. All of a sudden, she burst out with a "THANKYOU MISTER CACTUS!!" I decided I didn't like her.
"What in Hades are you yelling about?" I complained. All that she did in reply to that was stare at me, grinning like an idiot. She kind of reminded me of a character from this show I sometimes watched back home... And her stupid undivided attention at me was very unsettling. "And what exactly are you staring at, Rainbow Dash?" I said it as menacingly and unwelcoming as I could, but that comment only seemed to make her happier. And... I could see it building inside her. The look on her face... She was about to...
And she did. She burst into the most annoying fit of laughter I had ever heard. But the giggles weren't enough, oh no. She struggled to her feet, and she jumped forward to wrap her arms around me. At the time I thought I might have died and been stuck in colorful, giddy hell. What did I do to deserve this? It's not like I had much of a choice to steal from all those people...
Through my anger, I heard her mention something about new friends, and I was a bit too shocked and angry at the hug to do much of anything in that moment, but thankfully I quickly recovered enough to push her off and move to a safer position with the cactus between us. For some reason unknown to me, she found this even funnier than my pony comment, and those horrible giggles came back.
Of course, this WAS the best moment for everything to get worse right? I felt a strange feeling somewhere in my gut and a case of hiccups attacked. Of course that colorful thing only laughed harder. I held my breath for as long as I could, and she seemed to be calming down slightly, but another hiccup forced its way out, and the whole cycle started anew. She asked me if I was okay, but I was too upset to give her an actual answer, so I just yelled at her, "You don't seem to know what personal boundaries are!!" of course I had to hiccup again, which only gave the giggle from hell more power. She was laughing at EVERYTHING.
She sprang around the cactus and was face to face with me, and, to my growing dismay, she started quoting that show about that kid who made stuff float around while doing martial arts or dancing or something. I tried to get the cactus between us again, but she just started chasing me, then stopped and turned around, causing me to almost slam into her. Thankfully I was able to stop.
A lot of the time, in dangerous situations like this, it's better to get away while the chance is still there, as I have learned. So I ran off, in spite of wanting to punch her face in. Of course I wouldn't get away that easily.
"Wait up ms. Dark Colors!!" she called, chasing after me.
"Go away Rainbow Dash!!"
She ignored the demand and continued to SKIP along behind me.
"I'm Aria, by the way."
"I could care less!"
"So what's your name?" She asked me. I ignored her. I needed to run harder to lose her, I decided. So I tried that, but it made no difference, and I doubt she noticed through another bout of giggles. I was getting hot in my heavy jacket, but I refused to take it off, because I wasn't about to show her the t shirt I wore today. Of course on the day that I get stuck in a freaking desert I happened to be wearing my pony shirt, sporting a lovely picture of applejack on the front. I didn't want to give her any more to giggle about.
I got too hot to run, so I frustratedly stopped and turned around, and said "It's robin, okay!? And would you please just stop the giggling!?" my sentences interrupted by the onslaught of hiccups.
She tried to say something back, but the laughing made her words unintelligible. Then when she calmed down enough for speech, she said something I hoped to make her regret someday. She told me my name reminded her of that stupid, tights wearing, colorful, annoying, and obvious sidekick to another man in tights who named himself after a tiny, bug eating, flying mammal.
I was about ready to snap.
"Don't you EVER compare me to some wussy sidekick again," I warned.
She then proceeded in a defense against her beloved character, and offered to call me night wing instead.
" Night whatnow?"
She explained that it was when the dude becomes his own hero. Way to go, dude. But one detail stuck out.
"I'm not going to be any hero who's real name is dick!"
Who in the right mind names their kid that? I mean seriously.
The hiccups made her laugh again, and I was seriously getting pissed off. I decided to run again, as hot as my jacket was getting. She ran after me. Sadly, I quickly tired, and was forced to walk, as she skipped in CIRCLES around me. She also managed to turn her giggles onto a song, which is impressive, but very VERY obnoxious. I plugged my ears.
After awhile, she pointed something out, and I angrily explained that it was a mirage. The heat was finally getting to her. She insisted though, so I sheiled my eyes from the sun, and looked into the distance, and I DID see something.
"stand on my shoulders and see if you can get a better view." I commanded, and I didn't wait for a reply before I hoisted her up.
"Maybe she'll fall off and break her neck." I muttered, and she started giggling again.
"Shut up and tell me what you see, Rainbow Dash!"
She said it was a pyramid, and I wanted to scream. We were in freaking EGYPT!! I decided it was better than nothing, and maybe there'd be a bus full of tourists to use as a transport back to civilization, and a chance to hide from Rainbow Dash.
"Sounds good to me!" I said, dropping her in the sand and sprinting towards the pyramid.
I did my best to leave the girl behind me, but when I got there, I saw no tourists or busses, just an entrance, left wide open, which I guess is better than nothing. I went inside. It wasn't what I expected at all, though. Rather than dank dusty hallways, it opened up to a wide colosseum type room, with a skylight. How do you do that in a pyramid?
I heard rapid footsteps behind me as miss Rainbow dashed right to the desert table. Of course, she went straight for the sugar. After attacking the cotton candy, she looked up at me with bulging cheeks. Disgusting. She took a look around and pointed out a row of sleeping bags, and trotted over to watch the poor girl sleep. I'd hate to wake up to that.
And that though gave me an idea.
"Time to wake up sleeping beauty and find out what's going on."
Of course, with my luck, more crazy things started happening. An ugly little lizard popped out from under the blanket and glared at me. So I glared back at it.
"What's with the stupid lizard?" I asked. And apparently, the stupid lizard understands English, because it leapt at me and bit my finger. Aria then yanked it off. "Son of a-"
"happily married couple." she finished, and then she did something pretty amazing yet annoying, which I suppose is the norm for her, and negotiated with the beast. Apparently I'm not allowed to call it a stupid lizard anymore.
She then proceeded to drag me off to the desert table, and handed me a chocolate covered strawberry. I hate strawberries. She found this shocking, but she'll get over it. I saw piece of carrot cake and took that to a far end of the room, trying to distance myself from any people who may be around.
Aria, of course, joined me with a large plate piled high with a mountain of sugar, and kept telling me how good it all was, and I kept scooting away from her. I needed some peace and quiet. Thankfully, I soon got it, when she pulled out a notebook and started doodling the dragon she saw earlier. I relished in the silence for a moment and then decided to get a napkin, but to my horror, she followed me.
I tried to ignore her while I wiped my face, then looked up to see her running in an attempt to catch an off-balance girl that must've shown up recently. After helping the girl up, she exploded. The giggles that I hated so much were back! The anger built up. I stomped over to the two of them and hissed through clenched teeth. "you made the chronic laughter come back. I will hate you forever."
She seemed nervous, and that pleased me. Aria then attempted communication through her wild fit of bubbly laughter. We know how that turns out. I could make out her name at the end, so I added mine.
"Robin."
"Huh? Where?"
Good lord this new girl's slow.
"My name. Is Robin." I replied, fuming.
"Oh, sorry about that. Nice to meet you guys."
She was definitely nervous now. Maybe she'd leave me alone.
Aria handled the polite part, and invited her to the sleeping mats. I followed and took mine a bit away from the group. I needed my space after today, and wrote all this down. I have no idea why I'm doing this, maybe it'll come in handily later, I don't know.