It has happened again. What creature out her could know me well enough to know my name, but also have a nickname for me? Am I just going insane and writing myself letters?
I blacked out yesterday and woke up to a roaring fire. Again. Then I looked over my journal to find this cryptic message. These things have to be connected, surely. Two completely unexplainable, but very human actions. This is not just my half starved mind concocting some connection where none exists.
Both of these things happen when I cannot remember them and would require a working brain and opposable thumbs. The words were written by what I shall call 'The Other' appear to be referring to the fire that saved me from the darkness. So if we are to take those events as rote, then this being is not malicious. Instead, they would seem to want to aid me. But then why would they not reveal themselves? Why would they only reveal themselves through text and fire? Is it to mislead me? Are they grotesque in some way that I might not understand? Could my theory of another lost scientist be correct?
All of these questions, and even fewer answers. The only way they seem to want to communicate is on the pages of this journal. So maybe if I write a question in it and leave it alone, they will answer me? It is worth a shot.
Dear sir,
Well, this is significantly harder than I thought. What do I even ask? What do I even know enough about to ask? Start simple Wilson, don't other think it.
Dear sir,
Why are you helping me?

God, stop being so formal you tosser

Ah! How?! What In the Hell just happened?

Oh Willy, do I have to spell it out for you?

Ahhhhhhh! Ok, stop stop, I get it. Clearly, somebody around here is controlling my body and making me write for them. They are obviously using hypnosis in order to control me, causing this lucid dream of a world to appear before me where I am actually still at home, safe and sound, aside from the invasive mental control.

Wooh boy... Come on, really?

Shut up. I am onto you now. You're just trying to mislead me now that I am onto something.

No, I'm making sure you don't do something retarded.

That is exactly what an evil hypnotizing monster would want me to believe! What are you doing with my body, you monster? What secrets do you hope to glean from my mind? I will have you know it is all under lock and key.

Man, for a smart guy you sure are stupid. What secrets would you even have?

You could be after the secret to my wormholes!

If I made this world up for you, then wouldn't I already have that info?

Ummm...oh.

Yeah.

Well then who in the hell are you?

The names Willow. I'd shake your hand, but I don't know where to look for it.

Willow? You are female?

Yeah, is that a problem?

I just thought... You seem so rude.

Well, cheers.

No, no I didn't mean like that, I... I do not know what I meant.

Slip of the pen, I get it. Happens to the best of us, and also you.

Mmhmm. So wait, what are you exactly? How are you puppeteering me like this?

Wow, that's a big word. Uh, I think I'm a bit of you? Maybe like a slice of your personality bits that grew into its own thing? I don't really know. Long story short, sometimes I'm in control of this body, sometimes you are.

But... But that is impossible! Surely I would've noticed my brain building another personality?

I mean, I guess you're kinda noticing now. You were complaining about that itchy feeling, maybe that's what was happening?

But you were building fires for me on night one (thank you) surely a thinking personality could not have emerged in the two hours after I arrived.

I mean, sure, but neither of us knows how long you were out when you got here. Maybe your brain went through a whole weird brain pregnancy before you woke up? Oh ew, I was a brain fetus.

What a mental image. I guess that is possible, though I do not think I know enough about psychology to say.

Yeah. Huh. I guess we're stuck like this.

It would appear so. I am going to continue the trek to the mountains, so please do not take over my body and throw me down a ravine, please.

No promises willy.

After the strangest conversation I have ever had, I set out again. The huge creatures appeared to have lumbered off, in search of new grass, leaving me alone as I traveled into the forests. The trees are alive with birds of all colors, and their song fills the air. Unlike the herd of super Buffalo and the gigaflys, these birds appear to be completely normal in size. A few even landed on the ground around me, scratching the dirt for seeds. When I tried to get close, they fluttered away, leaving the seeds unprotected. My berry stockpile is dwindling, so I collected as many seeds as possible. Charlie once showed me the correct way to cook sunflower seeds, and I am hoping I can extend it to whatever seeds these are.
Despite the terrifying reality of having another person now taking residence in my brain, it brings a strangely comforting feeling that even in this alien wasteland, I am not on my own. True, I would much rather have someone else take up my precious brain space,

Oi

But it is nice nonetheless. Willow has helped me set up a fire, and cooked us the seeds. Another day survived, and a mystery brought to the light.