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Grian’s Journal: Day 3:
I-I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what this is. I don’t know how I got here. One minute everything was fine! Me and Jimmy were exploring a new mysterious portal… and the next he was gone, I was gone. I was alone in this giant castle in nowhere. I trudged its halls but found nothing until this book, just sitting on a table at the end of another dead end.
I think it's been three days. I’m not really sure anymore… but no. It's been three days, three agonizingly long days. I don’t even know if anyones ok, did Jimmy get sucked into his own little castle? What about everyone else… I left them without an admin, what if…?
No. It doesn’t matter. I will escape. Even though flying in one direction only takes me back to this place… I will get back.
Grian’s Journal: Day 4:
I miss everyone. These damn halls are so twisty and turny and I keep getting lost, the only place I can reliably navigate to is the courtyard which isn’t hard since every big hallways seems to always lead there… well I can always go to the courtyard and one other place, I think its supposed to be a library. Its huge, with bookshelves lining every wall and even one of those massive ladders on rails, but theres no books. This journal is the only book I’ve found since getting here, and right now it’s the only thing keeping me sane.
I’ve been using it to its full advantage as well, including using ink from the pen to mark my passages through this place. It's been helpful to keep from going in circles.
Grian’s Journal: Day 5
This place could be beautiful if it wasn’t so lonely. The only sounds are just my feet on the floor. I’ve tried calling for help, for anyone, hoping maybe someone else is lost in this place, but no one ever answers, and it only ever leaves me with my voice broken.
Nothing looks real here, even the few plants only feel like pale imitations of what I know from home. It's like someone tried to stamp the world and did it with only hearing the description from a third party. A description of someone describing life. And its lifeless.
I want to go home. This is worse than any cage I could have been put in because I can't see the door. Maybe my friends will find me, maybe I just need to take a step back.
Grian’s Journal: Day 6
I didn’t wander today. Instead, I sat in the courtyard and tried to figure out the place from and outside perspective. That’s why I’m writing in this journal too. The tree is at my back and its huge, dwarfing anything I’d seen that wasn’t cultivated by hand. The entrance to the castle is a set of double doors with glass windows lining the hallways on either side like ones you’d find in a church except ten times bigger. It sorta of looked like a massive church too… no. More then a church, a cathedral of massive proportions. On the right is a block of building that had few towers, but I knew housed the not-library. To the left was towers, at least three, each connected by a length of floor so you could walk between. The center was a massive that dwarfed everything and its most prominent feature being an intricate stained glass window made of various shades of white and grey.
Whats even weirder about this place is that every single wall and surface was made of pure white marble. Everything was a shade of white or grey, even the tree. The only thing that ever showed color was the bright blue sky, that always was filled with clouds, but he had the strength to fly above them. If only I didn’t just see this place again when I fly away.
At least the tree is comfy. I’m so tired. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve slept. Maybe I should rest…
Grian’s Journal: Day 7
Why did I sleep? I swear, somethings here, I can feel it now. It’s watching me. Its always there, staring ever since I woke up, and maybe when I was asleep. I tried to search. Every room, every window, every tower, every balcony! Nothing! Nothing was ever there. But I can feel it! Right there, in the nothingness, the feeling of eyes.
…
I ran. Tried to shake it off. I- I think I did. I don’t feel it anymore in this small cupboard, though its probably temporary. At least I feel safe again, well as safe as you can in a place you were taken to against your will with no escape.
Now that I spell it out, I should have known something like this would happen. I’d almost laugh at my ignorance if I wasn’t terrified it would hear me.
No matter how scared, I will find that person and I will figure out how to escape. But for this moment I shall stay hidden and plan my move then I will find it. This might actually be my chance!
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Entry 7.5
I found a white feather today. I plucked it and threw it out. Oh gods, am I turning into this place?
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Grian’s Journal: Day 10
Gods. I almost forgot about this thing. What was even the last thing I wrote in it?
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Oh, the watching thing. It never went away, I still feel it burning a hole in the back of my head every minute i’m here. I thought it could be help or at least something I can bargain with or fight. Anything! But it never showed its face.
Maybe I’m just going insane. I’ve not even caught a glimpse of its face, but the feeling is still there.
Something else weird has been happening too, more things have been appearing and at first it was a relief; chairs, tables, rooms that appeared actually lived in rather than empty husks. Maybe someone really was trying to help me! But everything always no matter how much like the real world it looked it was a few shades to grey.
The only times of peace I have is when I fly. If I fly high enough, so high that my lungs hurt and my mouth goes dry the watching stops, just for those few minutes before I come back down.
Grian’s Journal: Day 12
The flowers will hurt you.
I’ve started to misplace things or get so lost in thought I once again get lost in the hallways I’d thought I’d memorized. That’s why I didn’t write, I’d left this journal a few days prior, and I only just found it again.
But there is a new addition to this impossible place. Flowers. Black flowers. They’re not growing nono, they’re left in vases on almost every table. At first it was only one, I tried to touch it and it pricked me and sent a surge of something through my blood. I thought I was going to throw up but I just- got better. But I can't forget that they are bad flowers. We never had flowers like this in Evo, it must be something from this world-
Evo. Oh gods. I wonder how everyone is doing. I hope they’re not worried about me. I know I will find a way out.
Grian’s journal: Day 13
Inside felt to suffocating today so instead I spent it in the courtyard. The tree, while just as pale as everything else, somehow feels more comforting than anything else in this place does. And theres no flowers outside.
I’ve also decided that if I can’t find my way out through endless wandering I’m going to do it through trickery and chaos. Tomorrow will bring around plan Pesky Bird. If these nerds want to watch me, I’ll give them something good.
Grian’s Journal: Day 14
It’s what I think is the two week mark. I’m still here.
But I think plan Pesky Bird was a slight success. It mostly consisted of me running/flying through all the corridors and slamming open every single door I could find.
I even found something new! After I did a graceful landing directly into a door I noticed a pattern on the ceiling that I hadn’t even realized was there, it was that same portal thing that me and… uh… Timmy! Me and Timmy found.
If my friends ever read this, or anyone else, this was totally on purpose.
I think this frightened off the watchers as well since at least the feeling of being watched seems more intermittent now then before. Which I’m grateful for. I haven’t had this much fun since I got here, they’ll learn what a mistake it was to kidnap the great Pesky Bird TM.
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