Looks like Jackal got his journal back! Sorry for the wait, summer makes me lazy and it's SUPER DUPER boring anyway. Well, here it is! NOVEMBER ENTRIES!

- ML

26 July 2024: It's Friday and I'm still lazy in bed. Summer sucks now.

Chapter 3: November

November 1, X791

Fuck this system, fuck this world FUCK LIFE FUCK FUCK FUCK IT ALL!

I've been locked up away from any contact for like all of October.

DROVE ME INSANE! They fucking laughed at me. I yelled, cussed and screamed for them to let me the fuck out. I've been sitting in this same corner for weeks. No food, just water. NOT SHIT. All I have is this HOLE to do my business in. DO THESE FUCKERS THIS I'M SOME ANIMAL!? This is bullshit! I saw Silver's entry. The fuck? Who said any of you freaks could write in MY journal! IT'S FUCKING MINE AND NO ONE CAN FUCKIN' TOUCH IT!

It was so dark and cold and I can't breathe. The walls are closing in on me. They're watching me. They want to kill me

(scribbling on the page, torn from the deep pen marks)

November 5, X791

I'll give the journal back when he isn't tempted to shred and eat it. Tempesta.

11/14/X791

I've been… edgy lately. I have a sickness… the kind that drove me to insanity in that fucked up cell. They were experimenting on me. I had no idea what they were doing to me. I swear to god they tried to kill me slow. THIS SUCKS! I can't fight, hands are getting dirtier and the more I wash them the more skin peels off of them. Just my hands.

HANDS HANDS HANDS! I need to sleep. I feel sick now. I don't dream. I hallucinate

Natsu's punches weren't as bad as this

Nov. X791. 16

They gave me food today. And lanterns. I look like SHIT. I've been hallucinating and I fucking died when I looked at these uh, entries? Who cares about NATSU?

Ugliest. Handwriting. Ever. I looked at my ribs. I'm skin and bone, I eat like a savage I'm so hungry. They really fucked me up in her. And it stinks. Like shit on top of dead cows. Apparently, they ended the experiment when the shit piss pants sat for a whole week. Fuckin gross!

That was NOT me back there.

Well, starting from last entry, October 5 I think. Fuck it October THRD. Idk I didn't write it

They took me away late Sep. Before I could make my Oct3 entr. They fed me a really good meal. I felt satisfied after all that shitty prison food. And whaddah yah know? They put shit in it. They DRUGGED me and brought me to this cell. And no. I did nT panic.

I thought it was punishment, since I fought a half serpn lady who took my soup. THAT BITCH

They left me there, with (1) three gallons of watr, and ONE big box of food to last me two damn weeks. I was MAD, but played along.

I counted all the portions.

divided them

it would have lasted me til now. I went through it in 18 FUCKIN DAYS! Still no freedom, I was screwed

I made those little shit meals as small as possible, but it didn't last me. My water obviously didn't last

The faucet water was gross. I tasted ass and wound up vomiting it all back up (drawing over angry face with cat like ears)

Like my face?

I just sat around waiting for a new box, and wound up sharpening my claws on the ground. Bored. As. Hell. I waited three days. I didn't really go super hungry. I'm the type of guy that can go a week without food. Horrible mistake. Another week went by. I started hallucinating and got skinny as FUCK!

My face looks weird too. I think I drew on my face with that oily water and dirt. Sayla said I looked like a filthy jungle freak. What's a jungle??,

Sometimes I'd scream and punch the wall, then my knuckles were sore as hell and I'd use my own blood to write weird looking words on the wall. Sooooo bored. I managed to remember a little bit of the language. The rest is a mystery to me. It read:

DEATH IS MY ONLY RELEASE

Why the fuck would I write that? Almost like anybody would rather hang themselves. The thoughts have been gnawing at me for a while

I wrote down the words, it was just four lines.

The last one "Death is my only release"

21 15 21 23 17 1 56 78 62

Eipar thek itl't kumkind

i'm sin aln nikil gutal

lratth dre ban fier eipar ioal

((DEATH IS MY ONLY RELEASE))

Like what the fuck brain! Did 100% of me wake up and go mentally unstable!? Jesus… Huh

No not Jesus there IS no Jesus OR God in Hell!

but like, why numbers

November 17, X791

The smell of freedom made me cry. I cried from joy of being released from Hell. I savored that tasteless bowl of potato and beef stew. My hands trembled and my gross body was cold. I still savored every bite of that stew, but I was so hungry. Minerva punched me in the arm today. It kind of hurt.

Still ain't talking much, but a big hugger... TO ME. But it wasn't as nice as Lamy's hug. Tempesta got shorter. Just a little bit. Lamy grew. Even Silver looked his age again. At least THEY got to eat well. The fuck.

I swear, Mollison was bawling like a baby. They said Kyoka is SUPER sick. Some sort of coughing virus. We call it "Cell Cough". Maybe Kyôka will get better. She's never been sick before after all. The Nine Demon Gares were above that, once upon a time.

I saw Lamy again today. She had more marks zigzagging, crisscrossing, and scattered all over the visible parts of her skin. She light pink orbs were so dead, it felt like she was staring through me. Disassociate much? Pretty creepy. I wanted to be with her, but she stays with Tempesta. I wanna kick his ass

Well, I'm gonna go meet up with that big blonde guy. Apparently he has a "score" to settle with me. This should be fun...

3:26p.m. Angelic here. I shall proceed narrate Jackal and Garrot's brawl. . .

"You look like shit, cat!" Garrot chuckled, towering above the skinny figure of Jackal. Jackal huffed. "I've done quite a bit of exercising back in that smelly old cell, you're just to big ta' see my POTENTIAL!" (Liar) Jackal laughed as a vein bulged in Garrot's wide neck.

He rose a fist and punched Jackal to the ground. Jackal's arms barely managed to block his giant fist, and the cat-dog-like man (it was very unclear) jumped a few feet away. He then shot forward, smashing his palm into the center of Garrot's chest. I just knew I could hear Jackal's body screaming a little more recovery. He is a foolish demon. Garrot grabbed Jackal's arm and threw him at the wall behind his. Jackal fell, winded. Garrot was generous enough to let Jackal regain himself, grinning like a fool.

"I'm waiting, kitty cat," he snickered.

Jackal assumed he wouldn't win. He climbed to his feet, raising his fists once more. Garrot dragged the frail one to his feet. Garrot kicked him up his chin and slammed his heel down on his head. Jackal face planted, but not before drawing overgrown claws down Garrot's arms. "D-don't lose to a dog!"

"Pull his tail!" Mollison cheered. There were plenty of prisoners watching this pitiful display of uneven power. But Mollison was the loudest. Minerva whipped her undivided, furious gaze to the brown hair's direction. "Whos' side are you on!?" Mollison cowered.

"Th-the neutral side?" Mollison smiled hopefully. Minerva snickered. "Never heard of it." Mollison gasped.

"You guy take SIDES!? Oh jeez…"

Jackal was spun into the air and blocked Garrot's in the process. He fought swiftly and carefully. He wasn't trying to fight hard, it was more like he was exhausting Garrot by moving to avoid impacts, while also hitting more weak joints.

"Is that all ya got big guy!?" Jackal taunted Garrot. Garrot was panting heavily. He used the last of his energy to stomp on Jackal and punch his body into the ground. Well, he imagined it. Instead, Jackal stepped aside as Garrot staggered and face planted onto the ground, his energy defeated. Jackal squatted near his face, grinning, his tail swishing to and fro. It sort of resembled a cat. Jackal held up his fist and lightly punched Garrot's shoulder.

"I win." he chuckled. "Leave me alone, you fucker."

Roars of yelling and cheers erupted among the prisoners of the Demonic Empire Prison. Not even the guards bothered to break the little crowd. Jackal shoved his hands in his pocket as he walked to me to retrieve his journal.

"Oi, hand it over."

Are you writing everything word for word?" I nod.

"Stop you using your little mind powers! You're wasting the pages!

I drop the pencil.

T'was entertaining, indeed.

November 27, X791, midnight

Well, I'm drunk, but I have'nt vomited so my journal ain't in danger. I'm pretty happers right now. The system rules gave us rights to celebrate human holidays. It's Thanksgiving this evening, well MORNING since it's midnight. What the fuck is this holiday? Thanks for the beating Fairy Tail, give me another bottle? Retarded

I talked to Lamy yesterday. She said, "This is nothing, don't worry about it. It isn't permanent."

That made me worry a lot more. Kyôka had to wear a face mask and isolate so nobody else would get sick. She wore rubber gloves too, even while she was eating, and drank sake through a straw. It looked weird, kinda sad watching her eat alone. Me and Lamy talked for hours.

Finally got her to talk about the wounds. A whip, of course. She's pretty stubborn, it's kinda hot. Fuck it, we're gonna rot here anyway. We ARE scared of them, even if we don't say it. What harm will come if I call her hot?

Fucking idiots kept staring at us, expecting me to do something. Seriously!? Mind your own business assholes! Somebody even tried to touch Lamy's butt. But here's the funny thing, Angelic held his hand before he could do anything. She's still holding it by the way. That guy looks PISSED. He's pretty tough. And holding a baby sized hand! Loser.

Anyway, we ate drank and partied (not really) all night. Mollison got totally wasted. Apparently, she gets kiss-happy when she's drunk and tried to kiss Kyôka. Another fight broke out, and those poor dodos were sent back to their cells. Now Mollison has to isolate. Fuckin idiot

Ever since they turned Minerva's fingers and toes into claws, she's been cutting faces. It's so awesome. Angelica thinks they used Kyôka's old claws. Morbid as fuck.

The night doesn't seen to be over though. Catch you later book. I need some food in my stomach. I'm the only one here who waited for everyone to eat first. I don't trust the servers.

Did you like it? I felt creeped out from the Gibberish part. I borrowed that "Death is my only release" from the Max and Ruby creepypasta XP

That one haunted me for a long time. I couldn't sleep alone since. That was the middle of my eighth grade schol year (gonna be a freshman) I made a HUGE mistake with that.

"One does not simply sleep after watching a creepypasta"

See you in the next issue!

- ML

26 July 2024: I keep my old author's notes with a little bit of grammar/spelling corrections. Just feels authentic, I dunno. :) I still listen to CreepsMcPasta on Spotify. I'm completely desensitized lol