Hello! I suck at starting writing in my journal, so if don't get surprised if it starts like this again. (Authors Note: This is said from the characters perspective, not mine) Anyway earlier today when I woke up I decided to try and go to T.I.Y., but apparently the mayor had commissioned an upgrade which would take multiple days to finish, so that went well. Turns out that one of the villagers had an axe he didn't use, and since I had mentioned to him I needed one he let me have it. I marched triumphantly into my house axe raised. I swung and swung and swung and after the axe head literally slid off the handle the boards finally cracked into splinters. The staircase was darker than an eclipse and I had no light. 50 minutes of digging through a pile of vacation items later, I pulled out a glowstick from a trip to the beach years ago. The old thing barely snapped after sitting under a pile of Hawaiian shirts that I would never wear out in public unless I wanted to commit social suicide, but it glowed enough to work until T.I.Y upgraded and I could grab a proper lantern. I slowly crept down the rickety stairs and started looking around. It wasn't much. There was a shelf with some rotten fruit which I couldn't be bothered to clean out and some old chairs completely missing their upholstery. I was about to lumber back up the stairs and head to Nook's to get the wall sealed up, when I spotted a wall that looked suspiciously fake. The wall would have appeared to be made of Diorite that commonly appears in the town's quarries, but looked at closely it was evidently made of plastic. Checking the time I climbed upstairs and went to T&T Emporium, which finally upgraded. I dug through the catalog kiosk for 20 minutes until I found a lantern and a pickaxe. Overkill for plastic rocks I know, but I don't think there's such a thing as a plastic knife/axe and sawzaws weren't going to arrive anytime soon. I ventured back down into the basement, pickaxe raised and started hacking away at the plastic. It was evident the plastic was put in hap-hazardly, since the thing shattered into smithereens after a few swings. Which I swear one of which implanted into my arm. Anyhow what I found was beyond creepy. It seemed to be a storage room of some type, except it was quite…. off you could say. A binder of villager pictures was nailed to the wall, with many of the pictures being crossed out with big red X's. On the other side of the room rested an old trunk and a step stool, the trunk was stuffed with what seemed to be old, empty picture frames of varying colors. All of which where smashed into tiny chunks. Unnerving, to say the least. I dug some more, going against about 90% of my logic and found a pile of dusty old papers which might have been a journal at some point, and leafed through the brittle and aging papers. Most of the papers where too faded to make out, except for the names of a bunch of villagers…. Naomi, Stitches….. As I finished leafing through the papers I realized something. The villagers on the papers where all villagers that had Xed out pictures on the wall when I realized what this could have meant….. ugh I'm getting sick just thinking about it. /End Journal.