Disclaimer: I own True Blue's mental issues and the weird Sonic-verse that he inhabits. –nods- That said, I do not own the original alternates to everybody (that isn't originally mine in the first place) that shows up in this fic. Don't sue me for stupid spraint and we won't have to talk about 'pasta-roni muffins'.

Author's Note: Oooo-kay, I kinda feel blah-ish now. I have only two reviews for the last chapter. Should I be worrying? Or grateful that I've hit the 103-reviews mark? Just in case, there was a reason (aside from random insanity) for the Halloween chapter… which shall eventually become clear. So yes, please don't forget that reviews encourage the caushog to try to write faster. Another thing; I'm plotting on making the second part in this it-wants-to-be-a-trilogy flip back and forth between True Blue's journal entries and a third-person view of things as they're happening. Hopefully that'll make things move faster, because even I have to admit that this thing is getting a bit ridiculous in length. –nods- Other than that, on to the reviews.

Shelby the Hedgehog- Well he's not necessarily going crazy per se; it's more like he's gotten some weird kind of insight. You'll see what I mean. As for your question, that is a good point. I think it more depends on what kind of person that older sibling or their relatives are. For instance if the thirteen year old is a kind person and loves their younger sib, then they'll likely take in that younger sib and assume responsibility, thereby saving said younger sib from being an 'orf'. Same thing if the relatives care about that kid. If everyone doesn't though, then the kid pretty much gets dumped by the wayside and is treated like vermin. Hope that explains a bit. n.n

True Blue: And no, I had no older sibs, so I was S.O.L.

Fira: Yes, anyway…

Crystalstorm: Thanks for the number; I'll have to try it and see if he does Knux any good. It was hell prying the shotgun away from him yesterday, but at least without it I won't have to worry about a hole-y therapist. Oh yes, and here's a plushie… hopefully it'll keep Nightshade preoccupied for a while. –hands over the Majdrin plushie- As for Nightshade and DD meeting, I quite thoroughly agree with you. I've even got DD locked up in the fridge so that it won't happen.

DD: -muffled from inside the fridge- Awww… fridge bombs don't work… I want ice cream!

Fira: …n.n; Yeah… I think we can see why he's stuck in there. As for Shadow, he's been helping me plot a bit in regards to the second part of the it-wants-to-be-a-trilogy. So far he's being pretty wicked… I think it's some warped form of revenge on True Blue. All that aside, at least it didn't take me too horrendously long to get this up, so I hope you enjoy it!

Shadow: -smirks- To finish this off people; C & C is always appreciated (and seriously wanted) because the caushog is pathetic that way and likes ridiculous amounts of encouragement. As such read, enjoy, and please review. Hopefully it'll get Fira to shut up and leave me alone about my maniacal cackling in the night.

Fira: -.-; It keeps me up…

November 6 3224 A.W.

Oooo-kay… How do I start? I've been stalking Majdrin. No surprise there. Trying to keep from puking any time I follow him too. Also, no surprise. I followed him to one of his places that I wasn't really familiar with, so that brings up the number of his homes that are vaguely recognizable to me up to four. Good news, right? At least I hope so. I'm kind of hoping to leave his apartment flat, the place I know personally, for last in order of destroying his places. Why? Biggest reason for that is: I do not want to go there. Too many bad memories and all that spraint.

…I am so yipping glad I'm writing this rather than talking this time; otherwise I think my voice would be cracking due to me freaking out right about now. Last thing I want is somebody busting into my bunk because they hear me being all panicky due to my psyching myself out. So okay, yeah, I'm a little freaked right now. Understandable considering what I've been doing, right? Part of me wants to hide under my bed and not come out until next year- weird giant patterns on city maps or no. Thing is, I know if I do that Kragok's going to show up and badger me again… which is really outside of his species description…

-.-; Oh yiffing Goddess… I'm so freaking rattled… I can't believe I just wrote that. That 'joke' is so damned racist and lame that I should be shot for even thinking it. Anyway… aside from stalking Majdrin and sitting up here freaking out, what have I been doing? Staring at maps that I printed out from a public console when there weren't that many norms around… And I've been staring at those maps for five hours. I got at least one really good one that covers the entire area where Majdrin lives/lived. I borrowed some colored pencils from T2 since he's got enough to build a house stashed in one of his rooms; and marked each of the places that echidna bastard has a home. I color-coded them too: the ones I've already hit are brown, ones that I know, but haven't touched yet are red, and the ones I haven't followed that bastard to are bright orange.

The rest of those five hours have been spent trying to play connect-the-yiffing-aut-sucking-Chaos-be-yiffing-damned-dots to make a pattern that makes sense. Now why am I obsessing over this spraint? Because I have got that really bad instinctive feeling that whatever pattern it is, is important; and in a big way. As well as I know that sick namocksi, I know that if he has his homes in an actual pattern, it isn't without a reason. For all I know the psycho could be messing with magic rather than just robotics. Besides, I've learned to listen to that nagging instinctive voice in the back of my head. It's kept me from getting killed more than once.

Therefore, if I can see a pattern even if I can't fully figure it out, then there's a damn pattern and I want to know what it is before I rush into a sitch with Majdrin and probably get myself killed. So I've been up here trying to figure out the pattern. So far everything I've come up with doesn't even make sense. I'm hoping whatever it is; it's a straight-edged shape because that would make things loads easier. If I can't figure it out in another hour though… I'm either gonna put it aside for the night or get somebody else in here to help me, 'cause my brain is about ready to lock up and fry if I don't get anywhere soon.

November 7 3224 A.W.

Still no headway on the pattern. I'm about ready to start banging my head against a wall. I don't know if I'm just overly freaking myself out or what, but now that I know there's a pattern I almost feel like if I try to kill Majdrin right now he'll… well, let's just say that getting killed would be the least of my worries. I've got scars aplenty to remind me of what those 'other worries' could be. Not going there.

So what the hell do I do? What in Destiny's name am I going to do? This is definitely what Kragok would call "being caught between a rock and a hard place". On one hand I'm so frustrated that I have no idea how the pattern works out and I need help; but on the other hand if I bring someone in to help me figure it out I run the risk of them finding out about my secret and getting ousted. It's bad enough having Sabbat know; I don't want anyone else knowing. I've even gone so far as to copy the dots on a blank piece of paper to see if 'removing the city' would help any. I'm kind of going by Yin's saying of, "Sometimes you cannot see the forest for all of the trees" and the rest of it. Weird saying, yeah, and a weird place to get inspiration, but it hasn't helped too much.

I hope I luck out soon and get a clue. I'm getting antsy the longer it takes me to figure it out. Almost like I've got a limited time to work with. If there's one major thing I hate, it's feeling like I've got only a certain amount of time to do something before I'm dead without knowing how long I've got. In a sick way it kind of reminds me of what it was like back then. That sickening, gut-wrenching wait when I knew it was only a matter of time. Either around him or on the streets, just knowing that I had only so long before he would come find me, or he would decide that my time was up. Knowing that there was a limited time when I wouldn't be around him, and never knowing when it would end.

That kind of waiting makes you sick. It makes you jumpy and nervous; dreading something you can't escape, no matter how much you wish you could. This isn't exactly the same, but I'm still on edge, let me tell you. If I think about it, my stomach clenches and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I get a little bit sweaty and the 'broken' part of my mind as Kragok called it, wants to curl up in a ball and scream because it knows that no matter how hard I fight, whatever bad thing is coming for me is going to get me. Right now my fur's just a little damp, but not too bad thankfully. I'm a bit jumpy, I feel queasy, but it is nothing like what I used to feel back then. For the hell I've lived through, this is a walk in the park.

II So here it is,

II Time to review,

II Encourage the caushog,

II That writes of True Blue.

II Do you want to know why?

V Because it means Majdrin is sooner to die.