December 10th-
Well, where do I start? Okay, so......... I'm half demon. My mom, Chocolate Chip Cookie (or CCC for short,) who is a regular object, married my dad, Caramel, who is a demon. Three years after their marriage, they had me. And four days later, Mom found out the truth, so they had a divorce. But before Dad left, he said a prophecy. at least, I think it's a prophecy. It goes kinda like this:
"The half-breed one's path seems quite tight,
Monsters hiding, lurking for light,
God assists with demon might,
But this is the half-breed one's fight."
It's probably longer, but this is all I remember. I mean, I wasn't even one year old at that time! But that prophecy is the main reason I started this diary. I don't want to forget what I already know. So I'm most likely the half breed one, but I'm not able to decode the rest. But there is some even more depressing news. My mom is having money issues. She told me to get into my love life, but I still want to help out. Ugh, this is a lot of responsibility to carry. Having problems like these doesn't mean I don't have friends though. Well, I only have one. Police Hat. He's a police officer. Speaking of which, he's calling me right now! I'll update after I deal with it.
Update: GREAT NEWS!!!!! He said that while he was patrolling the streets, he saw a poster that advertises a game show! If I make it there in time, I could join and earn some money for Mom! I'll be right back, diary.
Update 2: I got through my first challenge. It was........ scary. A killing challenge! Can you imagine that?! Wii U is a psychopath. Please don't tell him I said that. It could be our secret, okay?But we won, so that's nice. Also, Police Hat made it in the show, too! Isn't that great?
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