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NOTE: This is a sequel to my Very Secret Diary of Ico. There are references in here to that work, so if you haven't read that one, I strongly recommend it.

Day One

Mother came up behind me today, and scared the crap out of me. I hate it so much when she does stuff like that to me.

Anyway, she told met hat I needed to pack up my things because we are going on holiday. I asked her how long I should pack for, and all she would tell me was that we were going on a really long holiday. That woman is really rather useless if you ask me.

Day Two

Mother and I started out on our journey today. We rode in our carriage all day, and then we stopped at a roadside inn. It is dirty, smelly, rustic, and really cool! Mother hates it, but I find it rather quaint. I have never been this far from the castle before, and it is turning out to be a rather excellent adventure.

The inn keeper has a dog, and a really nice ass. I played with the dog for a while, and then he let me ride on his ass. It was so exhausting that I think I will go to sleep.

Day Three

I just reread what I wrote yesterday and I realize now how badly that came out. When I said ass I didn't mean ass, I meant ass, like donkey. I am so ashamed of myself.

Day Four

We finally made it to our holiday retreat. It is this grand castle out in the middle of the ocean! Of course it isn't just on one island, it is on many, and it looks so grand!

I feared for my life as we crossed the bridge to the castle because the road was so thin, and the drop was so far. I wanted to spit over the edge, but mother wouldn't let me. Stupid woman doesn't let me have any fun. I just wanted to see if I could make it, or if anything cool would happen. I wasn't trying to be un-princess-like. She makes it seem like I try to embarrass her in front of our servants and such.

Later

I hate this place! It is an absolute shit whole! Everything is broken or falling apart, and being her makes me so very nervous.

There is also the fact that she has decided to put me into a cage. I asked her why she did it, and she told me that it was for my own good. That IO needed to be kept safe so I could fulfill my purpose of being her life vessel. What the fuck?! No one told me about this! I don't want to be some crazy life vessel, I have my own plans! My own hopes and dreams, and shit like that.

I begged her not to put me into the damn cage, but she did it anyway. She then had one of her spirit dudes crank it up near the ceiling. I didn't think this was very safe, so I voiced my concern, but I was told to stop being such a baby about it. Then she left me all alone.

Day Six

The ghost guys come twice a day to give me food, and let me pee, but other than that I spend my day in the cage.

I have come up with a new game to help me pass the time though. It involves the tiny rocks I pocket while I am let out, and then ocne I am back in I throw them on the heads of the ghost dudes. It is really funny to watch them look around in confusion as they try to see what hit them.

I can't wait to get out so I can get more rocks. Rock throwing has become the highlight of my day. Of course when you are living in cage even the smallest joy can brighten your day.

Day Twenty-Nine

I haven't felt like saying anything because nothing has been happening. I spend my time throwing rocks, and waiting to get out so I can pee. Other than that it is ever so dull. Even the rock throwing doesn't give me the same pleasure it did before.

But I write today because the ghosties gave me a special treat. They took me outside, and let me get some fresh air. They wouldn't let me go very far from them, but it was nice to get out for the first time in almost a month.

I wandered around the garden and over to the guardrail that looks out over the ocean because it has been so long since I have seen the ocean, and that is when I noticed something moving on the opposite shore. I didn't say anything for awhile, but once I could tell that it was people I motioned for my favorite ghostie to come over and have a look. He then grabbed me, and pulled me back into his portal. I screamed obscenities at him, but he wouldn't let me go. I don't know what to into him, but I really didn't like it very much. Being man handled by a ghost, even my favorite ghost, isn't what I would call fun. It isn't like being picked up by a human, it is more like being lifted by a cloud, or fog, or some crap like that. It kind of tickles, and you aren't sure whether or not it will be able to hold you, or if it will drop you. I am very afraid of the dropping because the ghosties have dropped me more than once. The big flying ones are the worst about dropping me. I think they think it is funny to see me fall through the air screaming and crying the whole way down towards a certain doom or being squished by my own body weight hitting the ground. Of course Neal (it is what I call my guardian ghost) always makes sure to catch me. I'm not sure if he is in on the plans, or if he really cares about me. I would like to think that he has nothing to do with those nasty tricks, but you can never really be to sure. I just fell better thinking he is on my side.

Anyway, I wonder why Neal was so worried about me seeing those guys. Maybe he was just trying to protect me. Maybe they were bad dudes. Who knows. Maybe being in this cage really is the best thing for me… Wow… I never thought I would say that. I am very disappointed in myself now.

Day Thirty

A ghostie didn't come to visit me this morning. Pissed me off so much that I started screaming and stomping around my cage. That didn't work out so well seeing as the cage started swinging and creaking, and I scared myself so much that I almost pissed and crapped myself right then and there. If a ghostie doesn't come by nightfall I don't know what I am going to do. I am so flipping hungry!

Later

Creepy little horned boy came later today and let me out of my cage. He looser didn't use the final switch that lowers my cage all the way to the ground, so he ended up jumping onto it, and breaking the damn chain. Thanks a lot guy, my butt really hurts now. I don't think I will be able to sit down for a while because of you.

Later Later

That fucking bastard! That fucking horned bastard! HE KILLED HIM! HE KILLED NEAL!

It started shortly after I wrote my later. Little horned boy grabbed my hand, and it seemed like he wanted me to come with him. I tried to tell him that I didn't want to go anywhere with a creepy little horned freak, but he didn't understand me. He then told me that I needed to leave with him for my own good. I told him he was full of crap, but it was like we were speaking to different languages because he just game me a funny look, and tried to tell me using sign language, or some demented form of sign language. Anyway, shortly after that Neal came in through his portal. He was pissed off that little horned boy had taken me out of my cage, so he came over, and grabbed me. Then the little fucker grabs a stick and starts hitting Neal! My ghostie is so pissed off that he starts attacking the kid, knocks the kid over, and the grabs me, and we start heading over to his portal. Little horn kid can't get it through his head that I don't want to go with him, and that Neal isn't going to let it happen, so he starts hitting my ghostie again. He keeps hitting him, and hitting him, and I am crying and screaming, but I guess little horno thought I was cheering him on because with every sound he would hit Neal harder and faster. Finally Neal fell over, and he didn't give up. Instead he turned into black smoke, and blew away. I ran over to where he had fallen, and I touched the ground. I guess the kid thought I was amazed that he could do something like that, and I guess he thought I was retarded and didn't really understand what was going on, and that is why I touched the ground. All I know now is that this kid won't leave me alone, and has started dragging me off with him.