Chapter 12: Kidhood [TRIPP]

This chapter is all the pages from Tripp's childhood diary. May contain disturbing content please read at your own risk. Please enjoy!

[Tripps Diary is a brown leather journal with the word Diary stitched onto it with gold yawn. The front of the book is notably covered in blood].

Dear Diary:

Hello! My name is Tripp! This is my first diary! I cannot wait to write in you. I'm 7 years old and I live in a house with my mom and dad and next door is my best friend ever Willie! She's super cool! She likes all the same stuff as me like turf wars and weapons and fresh gear and we basically the same age too. One day I hope we can go to a fighting school where we can play turf wars all day! Everyday Willie and I and some other squids on the street play pretend turf war, it will never beat the real thing though, we aren't old enough to play that yet. Well I will tell you all about my day tomorrow! Good night!

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

Hey it's me again! I got to play with Willie today. I don't know how to say it but she's REALLY CUTE! I don't think she likes me back though,I will wait until one day when we are 14 maybe, I'll confess my love to her then.; but that's 7 years from now. Willie always talks about how she wants to be a really cool person in the army and how she wants to go to a fighting school just like her dad. I might join her too so I can be cool too (and with her)

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

Today Willie was sad. She said her squidma died. Do you know what death is? I really don't. But Willie said it kind of means that you can never see a person again once they die. I don't want Willie to die! I want to see her forever.

-Tripp

[Teardrop stains are visible on the page making the text on the page faded and worn out]

Dear Diary:

Remember awhile back when I asked you what death means? I finally found out what it means.

Death /deTH/ noun - The end of a life for an organism.

And life is what we are living now and if it ends we die...

And that's what happened to somebody I've held dear to my heart...

My mom. SHE DIED! SHE FREAKING DIED! [Page is blank and is covered in teardrop stains before continuing]

She died in an accident... They said that part of her was caught in a machine, in the warehouse...Walleye Warehouse... And she got hurt so badly. Without mom we won't get money and we won't have a family anymore... I JUST WANT MY MOMMY!

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

I'm sorry for my absence these past few days... Losing my mom was very tough on me. Willie understood and said she was there if I needed her... I always need her... And my dad said "You're 8 years old you need to man up!". My dad hasn't really been this mean to me before... I'm scared... Maybe it's just because mom is gone but I'm still scared. Wish me luck in my dad my getting angry again!

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

You are the worst at sending luck. My dad raided my room and he found you! He scolded me for having feelings like a lady! I'm not a lady, that's Willies job! And he says how being actually in love in girls is bad. I don't get it my dad is cruel... He hit me for it... He hasn't hit me before... He punched me on my face, I'm just going to tell Willie I face planted on the ground while practicing shooting. That sounds believable right? Right?

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

I don't know why I'm writing in you. Everyday my dad threatens me not to write in you but I feel like you are the only way I can not get stressed is if I write in you. I think my dad will always hit me now he's trying to find excuses, he's just trying to beat me probably because he lost mom. I can't take it anymore but I must bare it so one day I'll be tough enough to go to the fighting school with Willie!

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

Today is my birthday. It was by far the WORST birthday ever... I think? My dad gave me a present... A knuckle sandwich if you know what I mean... Everywhere... Like 100 sandwiches. Then he wouldn't let me have a birthday party. All my friends think I'm lame now! It sucks! But... I saw something... As I lie in a corner sobbing because of my dead beating me up I saw somebody. A dark green haired inkling. His hair was floating actually, the tentacle part. And so was his head, his arms and hands and legs and feet. And you could see the meat of where the limbs are floating. And he had a big hole in his chest and a bone broken in half! He called himself Jerky. Jerky said that his name is Jerky because he's a big jerk; and then he held one of his arms in front of me and twisted it so I could see the meat and said that's plus a lot of him looked like jerky (the food) and he shoved the arm almost into my eyes and then 'attached' it back onto him. He's actually behind me right now. When I was talking to him though my dad asked me why I was talking to myself. That's odd because Jerky was right in front of him!

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

Ever since Jerky entered my life he thought me the art of manliness. He said to get wristbands, which I got a pair of and they were cool. But he said real men like to hurt themselves to test how tough they are. They said they start at 10 years old but Jerky said I was man enough to start earlier than that, and besides I haven't written in you for so long that my 10th birthday is about a month away. He said that you have to steal a knife from the kitchen, which also tests how sneaky you are. And then you have to cut yourself in the wrist as deep as you can until you can't bare it anymore. At first it was hard to even cut myself lightly with the blade; but then after inch deep cuts and I started to make a line of them on my wrists but only enough so that the wristband can cover it so you won't get in trouble. Willie hasn't noticed my test of manliness so I think it's all for the best!

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

Today is my tenth birthday and Jerky has had me work up the courage to confess to Willie even know I wanted to confess to her before high school. I went to her and I did confess but she said, "I love you too Tripp, as a friend. Besides I can't have a boyfriend until I'm over 14!" And then she walked away like it never happened and I stayed at that spot for in shock at least for an hour. Why doesn't Willie love me back? What's wrong with me? Is it because of Jerky can she see him? Can she see my cuts? What's wrong with me that doesn't make me her crush?!

Dear Diary, please send me help and answers!

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

I couldn't find you for a year, I'm so glad I found you. Recap of last year:

Relationship between me and Willie was as normal, like she forgot 'it' ever happened

I have been working really hard in school, besides there being nothing to do around the house most days and schoolwork would be occupying me it will help me get in the school I want to go to

Jerky has led me to do the test of manliness more. might I say I think my wrists might be scared forever but Jerky said that's a good thing.

Jerky told me another part of being a man is working out, I told my dad I wanted to work out and might I say he hasn't been this proud of me since before Mom died. Working out has made me sore but I think I'm stronger.

I have been steal some things too, Jerky said I should do it because it will help teach me sneakiness for when I have to kill the enemies.

I learned that the enemies are actually octarians

I hate octarians god damnit

They are ugly disgusting beings who are rotting in the equivalent of hell but on earth

When I get in the fighting school (which is actually called Inkopolis Military Academy) I will learn to kill every last one of them and climb up to the top and have the most power in the whole army

Unless Willie wants the top power too then we can both have that power together

And maybe, just maybe if I'm lucky enough, she will fight for my cause AND love me

Aren't I the luckiest guy in the world?

Speaking of being lucky today is also the day after my 11th birthday party, Willie gave me a cool gun that we really aren't supposed to have, it's a splattershot... IT'S SO COOL! I will perish it forever

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

Today some representatives came to our school from Inkopolis Military School! They took us into gym class and let us test out our gun skills. Willie and I were the best with it, the representative said so. they said in three years when we grow into actual inklings we can go to that school no problem. I'm so excited!

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

My Dad really hates me, you know he hid you from me for 3 years? Its sucks but of course I will record my actions

TODAY IS THE BIG DAY AS IN I FUCKING GOT ACCEPTED INTO INKOPOLIS MILITARY SCHOOL

Did I mention I learned swears? They are like the best ever, even Jerky says only manly men like to use them a lot. Fuck, Crap, Shit, Ass, Those are my personal favorites.

I am in my 'final form' I am a real inkling now. Heck if I wanted to I could go play 20 rounds of turf war (but I have done my fair share of turf wars and plus I'm already at a B rank only after a month of being able to play it) but I won't because I'm packing up for military school

On my 14th birthday I did confess to Willie again, under the Inkopolis Tower at night. Oh the stars at night were just as beautiful as her. But again she rejected me. She said "I'm sorry I don't feel the same way".

I found out that the test of manliness wasn't the best thing to do and my wrists are scared forever, but I have some swag long sleeved shirts and a couple or dank wristbands to cover it up

P.S: I will bring you to school with me, don't worry you won't miss out on some juicy action

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

HOLY SHIT! Besides going to the academy today and having the first day of school today which is cool but not noteworthy because I cannot believe what happened today. It was only about 5 years ago on my birthday when Jerky came into my life, and now another... monstrosity has come into my life; Missy. I don't know what the fuck she's supposed to be but she's like a normal inkling with orange colored tentacles until her chest where she's melting, and her face is missing something, her eyes are bare, just pupils and no black to be seen. Also about her eyes is that it's like in two different places, her left one is one her bangs basically, and the right one basically on her right jaw,but it's as if she has a jaw. Her nose is slightly to the left of her face and her mouth is in the shape of a little angry gasp and is on the kinda below and on the right where a normal mouth should be. Did I also mention she has no arms what so ever and nothing after her 'chest'. It's creepy. She's also wearing a white tee. Why is her name Missy though? She says "Ya know like Missy like when ya mom says 'Missy you are in so much trouble' because that's what I am, a load of trouble" She very demanding and she's a bit pissy too. Her and Jerky are kinda of like siblings even know Missy hasn't even existed for more than 24 hours. They hate each other and argue but they also secretly like each other and agree on some main points. Those points right now "Toughen Up"/ "Man Up" and "Get a life". I'd like to object that I think I'm man enough if I'm in a fucking military school like shut up.

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

This school give us NO FREE TIME at all besides eating and sleeping, and Sundays And during sleeping you are so tired you basically pass out on the bed and sink into it. We get waken up early in the morning, some wise guy turns up the Squid Sisters and plays it on the announcements for about five minutes. I think Missy likes the Squid Sisters but Jerky hates it. Missy kind of acts like a bratty tween sometimes. But also Willie and I are in the same squad. Today we moved to another dorm room because our ranks in the school got higher, we haven't even been here for a month. I make sure not to talk to Jerky and Missy in front of anybody, especially Willie. I would write on you on Sundays but I always go out into the city, sometimes I get new gear and weapons and then to that cafe place but I also ALWAYS go to play turf war, or sometimes ranked battle. On the Sundays I play ranked I was be able to raise my rank to a B+ 9Its almost an A-... almost). Welp its lunchtime now, I will try to write in you on a Sunday in the future ok (I will try)

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

When I meant that I would try to write in you on Sunday I had plans on Sunday, playing ranked battles and turf war and maybe just maybeeeee stalking Willie...from time to time... BUT ANYWAYS... It's christmas break and we have to go back home to our families. I didn't want to go home because my dad is basically a deadbeat now I came home and he was passed out on the couch with a lot of bottles scattered on the ground. To wake him up I started to shoot my gun, a splatterscope and broke every last bottle and then screamed "MERRY SQUIDMAS!" before he finally woke up. He started yelling at me in a slurred voice but then rolled off the couch and onto the shards of glass... I am currently in the hospital waiting room writing in you. He got a lot of shards of glass in him. Good news for me is that the cookies in this waiting room are to die for, they are all squidmas cookies! There's even gingerbread kids.

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

It's almost Valentine's day... I can't stop thinking about her every little detail... Her skin just as pale as the moon but bright like the sun. Her eyes brown as all of the coffees and lattes and everything else combined. Her nose is like the watermark to a painting finishing the piece with perfection. Her voice is so sweet it's like she would never do anything wrong but sour and stern when it's needed. Not to mention her mouth is just so...kissable! I want to kiss her all the time. Her figure is so slim and sexy and her chest is so slender. Her hips are so alluring like the night sky from a bedroom window and her thighs make her look like a model. Her legs are so perfect and curved so right. And her feet are so smooth and clean. I could go into more detail but I will keep that too much self. She's so beautiful... [some drool covers the paper and Tripp writes around it] Sooo beautiful I can't help myself I'M

MADLY IN LOVE WITH HER! I stalk her a bit when she won't see me and I get to see how amazing she is. She's so outgoing NA since and friendly... Fuck. What am I doing a guy like me doesn't deserve her. But deserve and need have two different meanings. People in jail don't deserve food but they need it so they get it. So then I can get Willie because I NEED her!

-Tripp

[The next two pages of the diary say' I need Willie' over and over again like a child writing something on a chalkboard during detention]

Dear Diary:

I asked her if she would date me but she said no... SHE SAID FUCKING NO! WHY WHY WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING! ARGH! I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH I'M NOT GOOD NOT GOOD! Jerky says the way to take off madness if you aren't good enough is to cut yourself on the wrists more and Missy says 'If you don't cut your wrists you aren't a real man. Fuck my wrists would be full of cuts if I wasn't literally a limbless melting being'. [A tiny blood splatter is on the page]

-Tripp

Dear Diary:

What is murder? Is it right to do it to a stranger? Or a loved one? How about an abuser? How about all three. I want to kill my dad. When: Christmas break, the first day in home How: Sneak attack and torture him. I'm going to do it...

-Tripp

[Bloody fingerprints are on the page]

Dear Diary:

I DID IT! I DID IT I DID IT I DID IT! Years of suffering has led to this day; I've been waiting for it ever since my mom died... I have did it. By it I mean I killed my dad! Yeah you heard me! I'm so fucking proud of myself! It's squidmas break and it's supposed to be a 'white squidmas' but screw that my squidmas is red with my dad's blood. I snuck into my house and then captured my dad and tied him up on a chair so he couldn't move. Then I tortured him, I explained my life to him and then started cutting his wrists. But it didn't stop there, I ended up cutting his hand off bc I cut his wrist so deep. But i just couldn't stop... I got all of his beer bottles empty and full and threw all of them at him. He was almost dead but I couldn't stop. He was still conscious and i got his hand that I cut and started to do a puppet show with it explaining the ways I could kill him. IT WAS GREAT! He was sweating so much! He was so scared. And then I acted out my 10th birthday and gave him all of the punches he threw at me when I was a child. Then I ended it off with "There we are even now, but almost because now I will win this fight" and then broke his neck. I ran off laughing. I couldn't stop laughing. I can't stop laughing. But I must say, this is the best christmas of my life!

-Tripp