Maeve belongs to Hell's Tinkerbell and the rest of the characters belong to Mr. Jhonen Vasquez.
Dear Die-ary,
I have learned more about my guest than I have anticipated today. I have came to the conclusion that Maeve is a truly compassionate girl who has sincerity behind her words and has been underappreciated by her parents. The problem is that she does not fully appreciate herself and with her, I will make an exception due to her pyrokinetic ability. I like her more as a mutant than a human so that she can understand me. Maybe, I can teach her just how dangerous she can be. It would be pleasant to witness the incinerations of the "people" who deserve it.
Her compassion made itself known to me when I was disappointed with my so-called work and had been depressed. Psychodough boy feeding me depression as though it were mother's milk for my brain and it deterred me from my work. Maeve's intervention seemed to have burned away my sadness with her kind words and attempting to tell me that I was not alone. I told her that with my circumstances that I am alone, but confessed my jealousy of her power. It aggravated me that she called it a curse and hated what she had become. I ranted that she could do so many great things, even roast marshmellows whenever she wanted. But she seemed to have agreed by wanting to cook my food with it.
We had a philosophical discussion, which was peculiar between an adult and child. The discussion consisted of everything from life altering decisions, superheroes, catch phrases, and ideas for Happy Noodle Boy. The most peculiar question she has ever asked me was, "Is there anything else I can do for you, Nny?" Never in my life has anyone asked me that! It caught me off guard and at the same time I did not want to seem like I was a master and she was my lowly servant. I humbly asked for Skettios and she made me a perfectly hot bowl and brought it to my room! If she had a maid's uniform then it would have been complete! It is an amusing thought!
I had been eating the Skettios while making my comic. It was the best one I had ever made. I was so excited to show Maeve and had searched for her in the house. The sound of retching gave her away and I became very worried! Her lie was obvious when she attempted to cover it up with a non-chalant walk and gargled Listerine. I wanted her to tell me what was wrong but she walked past me as though I were not there. I had mixed emotions that boiled inside of me, and I could not believe that she did that, but the moment when she fell to the floor is when I took the chance to take care of her again. Maeve confessed to me that she vomited in the toilet twice and that her behavior was a force of her habit due to her neglectful father who did not want to deal with sick children. The horrible man to reject his own child and not give her the care she needed! I made her lay on the couch and insisted on telling me where her medicine was to cure her. For once I did not want a person to die. Strange isn't it?
Instead she settled with the gingersnaps from her bag and I took one that was offered. It had a sharply sweet taste that seemed to have suited the cook, meaning Maeve. It was my opportunity to give her my newly made comic. Hearing her giggle was a delight, but I wished that she did not cough. Maeve's review flattered me when she called it a gorgeous piece of work. I bade her to sleep when those eyelids blinked a few times as she struggled to stay awake.
I watched her sleep for a few minutes while sitting on the floor near her. I have finally decided to give her rule of fair play into consideration. Maeve has done an act of kindness so I will do something for her in return…Giving her parents the death that they deserve!
Nny