The Phoenix's Journal

Chapter 7: September 3

-August- September 3

I woke up with this lovely journal in my lap. My hand's covered in ink now :(

I read my entry from yesterday. Sure enough, the tape box is still next to this chair. But that all sounds very -unbelei- unbelievable.

Excuse my poor writing. I can't see much- I write in the moonlight tonight.

I tried talking just now. Suffice to say it didn't work. Couldn't even figure out what to say...

It's snowing outside. I should get some sleep...

September 3

As a continuation of my previous journal entry, it is still snowing outside. It could be mid-day, maybe evening. Terribly cold.

I've finished playing Tape 2 just now. I will write it here.

"Hello, Agent! This is Tape 2 of your Agency-given tapes.

I will now entail a little about myself. Oh... these are always the hardest questions to answer. Well, to start, I am your Handler! Or Support Agent, whatever you want to refer to me as.

I am an Agent Supervisor. I also work at the Agency, like you. My job is to basically make sure you field agents don't die on your missions. I was once a field agent, like you, too!

Hmm, let's see... I like scotch, theatre, what else... I play piano. It can be hard sometimes..." There were a few moments of silence on the tape.

"Oh! I've got one! I, being assigned as your Handler, am required to make these tapes for you! Field agents go through a lot on their missions, and sometimes a little pick-me-up can go miles. I hope you find these tapes very useful- even if you just want to hear my voice, hehehe...

Ummm, sooo yeah I think that's all I have to say! Eh- the next tape is Tape Three. To go back to the first tape entry, play 'This One First'. Have a nice day!"

I still want to call him Tape Man, but Handler seems like a nice name, too :)

He seems like a nice guy. I hope he plays the piano for me one day.

I watched for Shawn from HR and Tape Man to appear again today, but no dice. Also I don't know what they looked like so maybe I did see them, and I just didn't notice? I don't know. Nobody knocked, that was all my concern.

I'm going to nap early today.

[a/n fuck you wattpad for not having a strikethrough option :( the words in between lines are sposed to be crossed out]