Hey guys, I'm sorry for the postponed update. Life got incredibly busy and I lost my job, which wouldn't matter except my new chapters were on there and I couldn't salvage them. I deeply apologize but I hope you enjoy this new chapter. I promise to have more on here very soon.

What seemed like eternity for Johnny, was really only a couple of hours of sitting across the room from the mysterious book he retrieved from the destroyed cafe bathroom. There was something ominous about it, whenever he tried to go near it, there was a thickness in the air. If the air could feel numb, it'd be a hot and cold feeling. It also felt heavy.

But this is complete bullshit, right? How could a book be evil? Then again, stranger things have happened, especially in his life.

He had it, this book wasn't gonna dictate his actions, it was a fucking book. He could set it on fire if he wanted to.. couldn't he? He did find it submerged under running water but yet, it was completely dry.. but there had to be something done. He had been sitting a yard or two away, just staring at it, expecting something to happen. But nothing.

Other than the strange air it radiated, there was nothing happening. He was sitting in fear of a tree by-product, this had to end now. He got up and marched through its thickness and forced his hand upon the book and an ice cold chill surged through his veins like a quick acting snake bite, his bloodlines bulging through his skin while his fingers twitched. He could hear multiple voices whispering through his skull like a beehive, then the room went black, but not before seeing the floor beneath him give way and collapse.

Johnny found himself falling through a void. Tortured screams and curses fled by him like normal 5 PM traffic, he tried to scream as well but his throat wouldn't produce a sound, he was drowning inside the noise. His mouth felt stiff, though he could open it, trying to make a sound felt like swallowing sand. As he continued to spiral down, he noticed a black hole opening up, several tentacle like appendages catapulted out, reaching for him. As they wrapped around his wrists and ankles, he started to panic and squirm to fight against them, however, there was no getting out of it.

"I've seen enough japanese shit to know where this is going!"

He was pulled down into the blackness, and suddenly, it was cold. Dark, cold, and quiet.

"I wondered when you'd make your way here." A female voice broke the silence, it was still black.

"Who's there?!" Johnny shouted. He felt vulnerable, and somewhat frightened, being blind left him an easy target.

"I swear to god, don't fuck with me! I can't see!"

"Maybe you could if you'd open your eyes." With that, his eyelids flew open. He wasn't prepared to see where he had landed. All around him was dark and colorful Escher painting, stairs leading to who the fuck knows, doors containing what the fuck ever, and it didn't seem to end. Malformed looking people, or rather humanoid goblins inhabited the area. They seemed to just slum about, walking very slowly, keeping to themselves and their bodies, muttering odd noises and cursing. There were pictures on the angled walls, they had very familiar faces and things in them. Of Pandora, of 'Death', fields of broken glass, various scenes of discomfort and agony.

"What took you so long?" And standing before him, was Pandora. Sort of.

It looked like her, had her hair, face, and clothes, but her voice was different. It wasn't squeaky, rather, it was stern, almost angry, like she had shit to say and made sure she was heard.

"Pandora?"

"Well I'm certainly not a giant crab monster, am I?"

"Where am I? I've been to Hell so I know it isn't that. Purgatory?"

"I guess you could say it's my personal hell, but this is the inside of my mind. My subconscious." This Pandora wasn't anything like the one in real life aside from aesthetics. She looked bitter, like she wasn't gonna take anyone's shit, not even Johnny's.

"How am I here?"

"You tried to get into my diary. In case you couldn't tell, I tried to get rid of it. There's something very wrong with that book, instead of being a simple place to confide my thoughts, it has been plaguing me to the point of utter madness."

"Were you like this before?"

"Well, not really, I was always quiet and calm. I was starting to come out of my shell, and then I found that book. It just.. called to me. I met Death and then, everything just changed.." She looked down at the floor.

"I don't understand."

"What I don't understand is how in your mind, you're horrendously vocal, but in the real world, you've only yelled expletives at me." She winced and shook her head. She began to walk towards a door that had a picture of a star on it, and on the star, it said Pandora.

"I.. I don't know what happened. It's like there's someone else here.. like they're not supposed to be here." She opened the door slightly, put her head on it and closed her eyes.

"I just want to reclaim myself." And disappeared inside the door. Johnny tried to follow but the door disappeared as well.

He looked around, and found that the goblins had been staring at him, but as soon as he looked at them, they resumed their muttering business. He began looking for another door, he had no idea what to make of the situation, nothing made sense. He didn't want to have to tread in different dimensions again, but this was nothing like Heaven and Hell. The book was a gateway to the depths of some teenage girl's mind, and all it had to reveal was pure mayhem.

One door finally appeared, the frame was covered in shards of glass, and the star had a name or word on it, but it had been scratched off, perhaps with a knife.

Still, it was the only other door within reach, and a voice from inside began calling him in..

"No need to be scared.."