Wow. For once I don't have anything to report for you guys. I mean, do you want to hear about my little sister's six month belated birthday party? Uhm, if you do, well then PM me. . .

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DISCLAIMER: Gumball?
Gum: Do I know you?
Ari: No.
Gum: :I Aripeace doesn't own Adventure Time, but she loves Minecraft! Pendelton Ward and Natasha Allegri are the ones who own Adventure Time, but I'm not sure if they like Minecraft!
Ari: *tear That. . was. . . beautiful.

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May 19th, 2013

I've thought about this recently, you know, in the shower and stuff.

What makes dark rooms so, so, unnerving, so 'scary'?

I was never afraid of the dark, but I know that almost everyone is. I guess its just not being able to see what could be lurking in the corner, say like a demon, or a ghost.

I remember a short period in my life, I think when I was about six. I remember, something coming into my room, and when I would wake up, it would be there, watching me. I had no idea what it was, but I think that's been the only thing in my life that has ever scared me.

It went on for about a year or so, until I decided to fight back. I hated this creature, terrifying me, and it had gone on for so long, I could sense when it was there, and where it would be.

I covered its blood with a knife, killing it so effortlessly, that I think it might have even wanted to die.

I know that deep down inside me, there's this little part of me that's afraid. Afraid of the dark. It could be there, watching me. Sometimes, I don't want to open my eyes when I wake up, because I'm afraid of finding its black soulless eyes staring into mine.

I honestly don't know what made me want to write about this topic today. Perhaps just getting my feelings out? I'm not exactly sure.

So, as I said last entry, I went to the Nightopshere. I had that feeling again. The one were you just need to do something. That something I did. I think I overdid it this time. I went to the Evil Cloud and killed the line of cars that went through the tunnel. It wasn't that difficult, I just acted like one of the plastic statues in the tunnel, and the coaster goes slow in that part, so it was easy to just kill them.

Easy deaths. The ones that torture them are the ones I don't like. I'm not a rapist, or the human centipede type, not even the jigsaw type. I like simple easy kills, ones that don't hurt the victim that much.

But anyways, I need to go. Until next time.

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"Fionna, stop!" Marshall chased after Fionna, who was walking away towards her house. "Please, talk to me, tell me what's wrong!"

Fionna turned around, her eyes glassy. "Marshall, I don't want to do this anymore. Do you know what we're getting into? Two families were killed just right now, and what if we die going after that- that murderer?"

Marshall had thought about this. He couldn't let his bunny girl get hurt, just because of a stupid idea of his.

He hugged her, a soft, comforting hug that released all the pain from her body. She relaxed into his grip and hugged him back. "Fionna," he whispered, splitting the peaceful silence.

This being his last year at Ooo High, the seniors had a prom, where their dates could be from any school, of any age. Marshall had been gathering up the courage for a couple weeks to ask her, but he believed that now was the perfect time.

"Will you go to prom with me?" he asked, speaking into her ear so she could hear him clearly.

So he does like me, she thought. "Yes." Fionna answered, smiling.

. . .

My name is Bonnibel Bubblegum.

I'm not sure what I saw that last day that I had detention for a week. But I'm sure that it scarred me for life. I don't know what to think anymore. She could be there, about to kill me.

She laughed when she killed Flame.

She drove the knife through his rib cage and into his right ventricle. Blood spurted from the wound as she continued to stab it.

Crawling into my bed and rocking myself back and forth has become a regular habit. When I get home from school I cry. Whenever I close my eyes I see her stabbing him.

She saw me seeing her kill him. She walked up to me and put the knife to my neck. The blood on it was still warm and I choked back my vomit. She told me not to tell anyone or she would make me pay.

I'm scared. I know she killed the two families at the Nightosphere.

My parents know that something is wrong. My brother, Gumball, comes into my room when I am in there and tries to comfort me. What he's trying to do doesn't make me feel better.

I hear my mother and father talking about sending me to a mental hospital. I don't really argue with that.

I don't know what to think anymore. I don't know what to do. The once smart, courageous woman in me is gone. It's replaced with a scared, about-to-be mental patient.

I only know one thing:

My name is Bonnibel Bubblegum.

Meh, sorry about not updating sooner...