Disclaimer: Do you even need one by now? *crickets chirp in the background* ....I didn't think so.

Author's Note: Okay, I know it's been forever and a half since I last updated, but it can mainly be blamed on stress, school work, and being sick. (. Not a fun thing being out of school for a week.) So anyway, after much waiting I finally present you with this chapter.... And a single review.

True Blue: Apparently not that many peeps love her anymore.

Fira: Shush you! Anyway, one to the reviews- I mean review.

Anthony Bault- Ah, mah good friend Anthony Bault! ^-^V Glad that at least someone is reviewing my stuff consistently! ....Okay, that's enough of inflating egos, so anyway- the jellybeans are special! *nod. nod, nod* Also as for who "he" is.... You'll just have to wait and find out.

Fira: Though just as a warning ahead of time our favorite orf might be going through some... ah... "unpleasant" times in future chapters. Nothing explicite, or at least no more explicite than it already is. So if you don't hate this story with a passion, by all means, read on.

True Blue: -.-;;; Can someone call the ASPCA? Maybe I can file furry emotional and mental abuse...

T2: Oh get over it, you know you enjoy the attention and reviews. Anyway peeps, on with the fic already damn it!

July 13 3224 A.W. (Friday)

Okay, I have to admit (now that the sleep deprivation has worn off) I was acting like a nutcase. I took one hell of a stupid chance outside and almost got myself caught by the patrol 'bots. I was running around, spray painting buildings, walking in plain view of 'bot patrols, I was being an idgit. If you don't have a clue to what that is, think 'idiot' only slightly modified. Explains what I was doing to a tee. Once again I am incredibly glad that mental wards don't accept orfs, otherwise I'd be screwed. ...Goddess damn my thick skull. I guess that's one way to make myself depressed, remind myself of my past! It's oh so lovely. I feel sick. The main trouble with a past like mine is that no matter what you do, you always end up thinking about it from time to time. Even if you don't want to. If you manage to avoid thinking about it, then you're cursed with nightmares, if not night terrors. This yiffing bites. Nothing I do will get rid of it. Sometimes I wish I could just yipping die and get it over with! ...O.O ... Oh my Goddess. I can't believe I just wrote that. This can't be happening! I mean, since when was I suicidal? Part of why I like staying around is so that I won't be giving into the peeps, the norms more specifically. Besides, I've got a group, a family. If I were to ever die from suicide then they'd resurrect me, kick my ass, and maybe heal me. Assuming of course that they didn't just resurrect me, kill me, and then resurrect me again. Freakin' me out. Of one thing I'm sure, I don't want to die. You die, you lose. That's the moto. Most of those non-orfs want us to die and disappear. As long as we live, we still have a chance to win this little war of ours. There's one saying among us orfs. "As long as you live, resist; as long as you resist, don't give in; as long as you don't give in, you're free. If you surrender then you're not just losing your life, you're losing not just your freedom, but the freedom of others. So fight and survive." Inspirational? Hell yes. No matter what I can't give in to my nightmares or the pressure from the peeps. I won't!

July 15 3224 A.W.

Shadow dropped by again, for the first time in about a month or so. It's been awhile to say the least. I ended up bearing the brunt of several jokes made in reference to what I did on the 12th. At least people have left the fact that I got that one damned leather outfit from Fang out. That would have been more than embarrassing and I have a pretty good feeling that I'd lock myself in my bunk and not come out for about two months. Of course, the moment he left, Fang muttered something along the lines of, "I wonder what he'd look like in leather..." Sal wasn't much better I have to admit. I swear, I feel sorry for the guy. Not nearly as sorry as I feel for me though. After all, I'm the chucksimodo who went through with a dare to wear a skirt one time! Shads caught a few eyes, pretty much the same way I do. So not only does he have Fang and the ladies interested, he's got a few guys too. As a matter of fact I think I remember over hearing someone say something to Red. I think it was, "I would've thought that red and black look good together!" Let me put it this way, what little can be seen of Rad Red's fur, is red. I wouldn't blame him if he blushed like crazy from embarrassment, but with that mask of his on, it's hard to tell. He only ever takes the outfit off when we're inside and there's no danger of anybody outside of our group seeing who he really is. Hell, first time he had the thing off while he was inside he started grumbling about feeling like a yipping norm because he isn't technically an orf. T2's comforting thought for him was that he was one of the two "adopted-in orfs". T2's disturbing, but it got Red to stop worrying about it. Anyway, Shadow ended up giving us LOADS of info on Julian's latest developments, and pretty much hung out, talking with friends. I guess you could say that we view him as the only "friend of the family" so to speak. And norms think orfs are weird. WHAT WORLD ARE THEY FROM?!

July 17 3224 A.W.

Okay, I have got to admit that things are getting a little weird. And I don't mean the robot patrols. What I'm talking about are the dreams I keep on having. Hell, I used to only get a weird dream every now and then, you know, perfectly normal. Well this past week or so I've been having weird dreams non-stop when I'm asleep. Like that one dream I had that one time where I was wearing the leather outfit that Fang gave me and was balancing a table on a bike or something. The most recent dream I had... Well... Let's just say that it had to do with Julian being an insane mall Santa, and me asking for a bazooka for christmas so I could blow his head off. As if that weren't bad enough, in the dream I got a toaster. A blue toaster at that, a toaster that had my head and my shoes attached to it. Remind you peeps of anything? If it doesn't, you should get a clue. ...Why in the hell am I bothering to say this? I mean, for crying out loud! Not like anybody's going to be reading this if I have anything to say about it. Rabbot found out that I occassionally have nightmares, fortunately she thinks that it was a one time thing. I can't afford to let ANYONE find out. They start prying as to what my nightmares are about, and I'm afraid that I'd let something slip. Can't do it, won't do it. Good thing it's just been weird dreams recently rather than nightmares. The actually weird thing about the dream before last, is that I dreamed about a guy who was my dad in it. I never knew my dad, so how come I heard his voice? How come I saw him? How come he looked so much like me? Or me like him? I found out his name, found out his age, found out he was dead... On one hand I want to look through the Motropolis records to see if it's real, but on the other hand I'm almost... No, I am afraid to do so. Jules Takeshi Hedgehog... Three foot, one inch. 27 when he died. Green eyes, blue main fur, tan muzzle and belly. Auburn forelock. A sense of humor that his brother would probably kill him for. That's assuming that he had a brother, that he and Charles Olgive Hedgehog were real.