𝔹𝕖𝕖𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕩 𝔽!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠: 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕔𝕪

I can't help but flip the page, and am greeted by "Diary pogchamp, Day 1".

A diary?

⚠️Swearing, insanity, intrusive thoughts/voices, mentions of killing, death, mentions of past abuse

I quickly look over my shoulder at the sleeping ghost again, just double-checking. I start reading the first entry, guilt plaguing my thoughts.

This is such an invasion of privacy.

That doesn't stop my curiosity, however, and I study the words on the page, my fingers dragging over every word. He's such a mysterious figure, can you blame me?

"𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖱𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖩𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗈. 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 "𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀" 𝖺𝗇𝖽 "𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅". 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾. "𝖪𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖣𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽? 𝖲𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍. 𝖪𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖪𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅." 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖴𝗁𝗁𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖦𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝖱𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖶𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗈. 𝖴𝗁𝗁𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾...𝗎𝗁...𝗈𝗁! 𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 :) 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 "𝖡𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌". 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾. 𝖲𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖡𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖲𝗐𝖺𝗀."

End first entry. Wow. So that was...huh. Roy had told me about the voices before, but I never thought they were that bad. He said there were times there'd be around one hundred voices. I feel a pang of guilt in my chest, thinking about how torturous that was to deal with.

I sigh, debating to myself whether I should read the next page. "I wonder if he's ever written about me," I mumble to myself, smiling at the thought. I mean, it's possible. If that's when my best friend found his bee friend, then maybe in future entries, he could have mentioned my name once or twice. The first time I met him, he had said bee on a leash, after all.

"Mmm...Y/N...?" a voice groans tiredly from behind me, causing me to jump. "Whatcha doooin?" I quickly set the book down and turn to face the man, my heart beating out of my chest.

"N-nothing. Uh, when did you wake up?" I respond, my voice shaky from the sudden scare. "Shust nooow...I heard jur voish sooo that's probably...what woke me up...mmmm...when ju wake up...?" BeeGhost answers, his words slurred and his eyes blinking rapidly, trying to stay open. Damn he's tired tired. "Uh like a couple minutes ago. I was just...looking through your books for something to read." I mean, it's not technically a lie.

"Oh...okay. Y/NNNN...do you mind if I...shleep a little...longer?" he asks me, resting his head on his arms and looking up at me with tired eyes. "...Yeah? You don't need my approval. It's your own house, after all," I hesitantly respond, furrowing my brow in confusion.

"Mkay. G'night, darliiing..." he moans (don't you dare) sleepily with a squishy, soft smile, already drifting back to sleep. Wait because that's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen.

I didn't even talk that loud, how did he hear me in his sleep? Maybe it's a ghost thing idk. He's always had sharp hearing but it's almost impossible to have heard me.

I shrug it off, turning to look at the vibrant book once again. I decide to leave it alone, and quietly walk out the room, desperately trying not to wake the young man again. It was so tempting to grab the diary and take it with me but it'd be pretty obvious that it was gone. I might come back for it later, but for now? I'm hungry.

I look around, trying to spot a clock. I didn't see one in the bedroom, and I don't see one in the whole damn house. Who doesn't keep track of the time? Well...I guess it's cause he's a ghost. Wouldn't he at least wanna know the time, though? Whatever.

I huff, crossing my arms in annoyance. I need to know the time so I can give Ray time to bake... I suppose, for the meantime, I can check if he has food... Who am I kidding? He's dead, why would he have food?

Still, I look hopefully through his entire kitchen, for even the smallest crumb. I didn't find any food, as I thought, but I did find some sort of...flower? It's preserved in some sort of glass, somehow not losing the beautiful life it started with. It's a soft, light blue color with an abundance of petals forming a sort of pillow-looking shape. It looks fluffy. I'm sure he won't mind if I just borrow it really quick.

I stash it into my personal inventory, and take a seat on the couch. I look out the window, and groan at the sight. I hate the sun. Too bright. Who does it think it is, shining so smugly?

...

Holy fuck, I'm bonkers.

Ughhhh I wanna sleep but I'm not tired enough. Hate it here. What a terrible day once again, can't wait for the next one.

...I find it funny that I used to be this really cheerful, positive person. Smiles all around, hardly ever a downer. Now look at me. I'm convinced it's another bad day cause I didn't sleep as long as I wanted to. Life'll do that to you, I guess.

...

I wonder how Roy's doing, that twisted bastard. Not the ghost, though. It's almost like they're two completely different people. I'd think so if they didn't have the exact same voice. Well. Sort of. Bee's voice is a lot raspier and quiet. Maybe that comes with death.

Bee's certainly a lot better to hang out with, to be honest. His voice is calming and he isn't constantly degrading me over little things like Roy would do. And he hasn't yelled once at me. Yet. We'll have to see. It's only the second day of knowing him, after all. Who knows, maybe he has mood swings like when he was alive.

I sigh, staring off into space for a second, before deciding to pull out that pretty blue flower I grabbed a little while ago and play around with it. I admire it from all angles, making sure to hold it tight enough so I don't drop it.

I wonder why he has such an amazing flower preserved like this. Did he pluck it awhile ago or something? Did he have this when he was alive or did he just find it? So many questions, and all just for a silly little plant. Still, there's one question I want answered over them all.

Why does he even have it in the first place and what was he planning to do with it?

Word count: 1197 :)