FALL YEAR 1 DAY 7

Dear Diary,

It hurts so much.

I play it over and over and over in my head.

If only I had grabbed my stupid wallet before leaving the house! I had 200 Gold in my wallet! I could have healed mom like a hundred times over! I mean, why did I even take my wallet out of my pocket anyways? I was going to stay awake this evening anyways! And... and wasn't Vincent awake! He could have reminded me! He was standing there, crying, but he could have reminded me. Surely he knew the Nurse needed gold. Shit! I mean, if he had come I bet we would've been fine! He always keeps his chump change in his pockets! He could have easily paid the fee! It's so cheap!

I don't know. I don't know.

It hurts so bad.

Mom's gone.

Dad told me I was the man of the house when he left for war. He asked me to protect mom and Vince... but look at what I made of it! At least Alex and Sebastian went out trying to protect everyone... I screwed the fuck up and let my own mom bleed out because I didn't have a single gold coin on me.

I'm so sorry mom.

I'm sorry Vince.

Dad's supposed to come back Next spring... two months from now. I... I don't know how I'm going to face him.

The Roaring and tunneling went all night. It didn't stop until morning.

This... it's John Terraria's fault.

None of this would have happened if he weren't here.

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FALL YEAR 1 DAY 8

Dear Diary,

I woke up this morning so angry that I punch my wall until my knuckles are bleeding.

John fucking Terraria.

I don't even want to escape anymore. I just want to kill him... again, I guess. He got smashed into hamburger by that falling rock a while ago, but was back the next day like nothing happened. I wonder if there is a way to kill him for real. I know its not gonna bring mom back, or... anything really, but I really really want to hurt that bastard in any way I can.

Okay, okay. I know I stand no chance. That guy is a complete monster... but I can't help how I feel. Maybe it's my fault that Mom died... if I only brought some cash, she'd be still with us, but I can't not blame John for this either. Ever since his arrival, everything's gone haywire. Everything's gotten so progressively worse that I can barely remember the idyllic boring life I enjoyed before the first day of spring.

Hell... it's already fall.

Ridiculous.

So... um. I spend the day locked in my room.

I don't go out, even when Vincent is crying for me. I just... I just really don't want to face it. I know it's really horrible of me. I'm the older brother now. I have to be strong for Vince... but I don't know if I can. All I can think of is how things could have been.

P.S. Abby stopped by today. She climbed through my window and I cried into her shoulder.

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FALL YEAR 1 DAY 9

Dear Diary,

Vince was gone when I woke up. Penny left a note taped to my fridge saying he picked up Vince to take him off my hands for a bit. I'm really thankful to her, but I also feel like such a ridiculous coward. Abby says not to worry about it, and that I've been strong for them all in their times of need, and its okay for me to lean on others once in a while.

Honestly, I really appreciate she says that - but I'm not sure if I entirely believe it. Still, I really am thankful to have her as a friend.

So thankfully there were no further casualties with the giant robotic tunneling worm, but a quick glance at the sky tells me that isn't the last of the monstrosities we'll be facing. Well... its not like 'we're' fighting it - but rather our little town is just the fucking battleground of John Terraria's antics! I can't stand this! There is miles of wilderness around, but John has to fight right on top of our goddamn town!

Maybe I was stupid for doing this, but honestly I was so mad I just had to. John was building one of the lower platforms when I ran back to my house and grabbed the wings I had stolen from John. (They were stolen back a few days ago, but re-appeared later. Looks like John doesn't need them anymore... and just stored them with me. Who the hell does he think he is?!)

I stuck those wings on my back, grabbed my -also stolen- pistol and flapped my way up to where he was building his stupid arena.

Let me tell you, flying is super weird. Well... wings are super weird. I supposed that's expected. You don't just get used to two extra limbs overnight - but I was so mad with rage I hardly got to enjoy the experience. I land on John's platform with a lot less ceremony than I wish I had, and just charge him down - my pistol in hand. I fire a shot. It flies past his head, and he doesn't even flinch! He just stands up and looks at me like I've just tapped him on the shoulder or something.

I shout a whole bunch of stuff at him. I don't remember the bulk of it, and something tells me neither does John. He just watched me rant at him with this bored, glazed look behind his visor. After a while, I must have gotten to the point, because the first words out of his mouth are: "I won't move my arena. Because it is already built."

His voice was really odd. The sound doesn't seem to come from him, but its like he's talking to me for inside my ears. I can't pinpoint from which direction the sound comes from at all - and despite the rushing wind, his speech overlays all of it. He, like all the fake people in town, speaks in a monotone. It's super creepy, but I'm so angry, I don't let it bother me. I yelled at him some more as he turns and continues to build the floating platforms.

I told him about how his battle killed my mom. I told him how much I hated him. I fired the gun at him again, and it missed, so he didn't even look at me... honestly, I thought this was going to be cathartic, but it isn't. John just ignores me. I'm not even worth killing. He doesn't even care that my mom died because of him. The only thing he cares about is fighting another monstrosity. I'm almost glad when John turns and actually kicks me off the platform 300 spartans style. I land on the ground (my wings keep me from any significant injury) and just go kick my door in and throw myself into bed.

I'm so done with everything.

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FALL YEAR 1 DAY 10

Dear Diary,

I don't even look outside when the night falls and there's an otherwordly shriek that splits the sky. I know its another horrible monstrosity. (Mechanical eyeballs, according to Pierre.) Whatever. I don't care anymore.

Vincent came home today to get something to eat. Initially, I couldn't even look him in the eye - but when he ran up and hugged me and started crying, I just broke down right there. I made a lot of promises right there. Promises I know I can't keep. Things like - "Its all gonna be okay", "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." It all makes me sick to my stomach. The Little fisherman kid locked in the dresser started muttering snarky quips at us as we hugged it out - and only laughed wildly when I attacked the wardrobe until it fell over.

I really think I'm in a nightmare.

I need to wake up immedietly.

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FALL YEAR 1 DAY 10

Dear Diary,

It's Abby who's leading our pack now.

I guess she's always been the wild, adventurous leader type - so its fitting. She says that she's tracked down an old train schedule, but the trains haven't arrived yet. They are all somehow not making it to Pelican Town. Our plan to hitch a ride is bust.

Maybe I'm just a downer, because I immediately suggested that John attacked the train routes. Either that or we're stuck in a pocket dimension.

Its a bit crazy how either of these are legitimate reasons nowadays.

Well anyways... Abby's got a plan. Her plans are always about fighting, but not gonna lie, it doesn't seem like we're gonna escape without violence. John has no conscience. He has nothing to appeal to. He just wants to kill monsters - so... what if we help him along?

Okay, so I thought it was the dumbest idea I've ever heard. John doesn't need any of our help, and Frankly, I'm not willing to help him... but Abby brings up some pretty good points. She says something about not thinking about revenge, but survival. Which, as much as I hate to admit, is probably the best course of action.

(I bet Abby can only say that because nobody in her family has been killed by John... but I keep my mouth shut.)

She says, If we help him in a battle, maybe he'll let us know when he's fighting the next one - since clearly he's controlling the timing. If we know when - then we can all bunker down safely out of the way as much as possible. Making friends with the crazy killer knight sounds pretty darn outlandish, but at this point we should try everything.

So... while John was out over the ocean building more platforms - one of us kept watch while the rest of us went and restocked with materials in John's house. We all grabbed a whole bunch of long range things. I tried a bow, but it was too stiff for me to draw. We all went with various guns we found and just hid in the bushes on the beach bluff, waiting to see what would happen.

Well... nothing happened that day, and night fell - and nothing's happening either.

Abby fell asleep, and so did Bartender Girl and Elliot. Bimbo didn't come.

We'll see what happens tomorrow... I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

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Sam: What's the worst than can happen.

Me, The Author: *evil laughing*