In A Doctor's Diary

Day 1

You open your eyes.

There goes the personification of me in my thoughts again.

The owner of this diary just opened said diary.

Hmm.

This is going to be interesting.

You patiently wait for the neat scribble of words to occupy the blanks in front of you.

I would really like to use Dark Mode for a change.

The pages fade to black, almost right after the thought came.

Customization is possible?

No one told me about this!

Well, maybe because no one is here anyway.

Ah, here comes the diary entry.

Dear diary,

I felt awfully tired today. Some days I wish being a doctor wasn't so tiring, but hey, it's worth saving a few lives. Many patients came in as well. A few have diarrhea, some the flu, and a few others having some minor diseases. You need to be very careful not to contract any of those.

What an interesting job, though I wouldn't want to be a doctor anyway.

I wonder if I can give them a message?

If only I could write something to them.

Almost as soon as that thought was finished, a black and white patterned pencil appears in front of you. You find that you can control the pencil as if it was your hand.

This dimension keeps getting better and weirder over time.

Now, if I can just...

You move the pencil as if it was part of you. Slowly you write the word...

Hello?

You wait for the inky response.

Just moments later, one came.

What are you?

It looked nothing like the neat handwriting you saw earlier, in the diary entry. Instead, it looks rushed.

At least they can read me.

Why hello there, dear owner. I am the diary, as you can see.

You're the diary?

Correct.

Well, I never knew diaries sounded so philosophical.

Haha! Just something coincidental, I guess. But before I forget, may I know your name?

Indigo Rosalind.

What a nice name.

What about yours?

Oh, mine? To be honest, I don't really know mine. I'm just called "diary," I guess.

Hmm...

What's the first word that pops up in your head?

You think for a while, trying to unscramble the jumble of thoughts in your head, finally clearing you mind and thinking of a word.

Y/N.

Well, that's your name, then. Y/N. Do you like it?

You pause.

Yes. Very much. From now on, you can call me Y/N.

I'll have to grow very used to being called that.

Wonderful. I have to go to sleep now. Would you be fine if I left you for a whole day?

To be honest, I don't even know. I just somewhat jump in time when you open or close the book, I think.

So that means you're fine with me leaving you for a whole day.

Yes, I think so.

Alright. I really have to go to sleep now. As you can see from my diary entry earlier, I work as a doctor, and I don't really have a good sleep schedule.

Alright. Sweet dreams!

The book closes.

They're so kind.

Wait, I forgot to ask for their pronouns!

Ugh.

Well, I'll do it when they open up the book next time, maybe.

Y/N.

That's the best name I've ever thought of by myself.