Two Sided (TS Book 1) [SEE PROFILE FOR DETAILS]

Chapter 24- Control

Dear Diary.

I'm worried. I am extremely worried about all of us. Blaza, Laff, Socks, Dino, Oompa, Tbh, and me. Now though, I have even more to worry about. Joocie, Ally, Oof, and Tbvg are all visiting in three days, and we've barely done anything to help get back to normal apart from cleaning. Another reason I'm worried: the ghosts basically disappeared. I'm not sure where they went or where they are, but I haven't seen any of the three since Sunday, September 22, 2021. (Don't ask why I put the date. It's for researchers when I die, okay? Actually, scratch that, I have no idea why I did that.) Then there's Socks and Laff. Laff has been fine, but Socks has been gradually getting worse. He's not the same friend I've always known. Heck, he's even forgetting his own name at times. Three days ago it was maybe once or twice, but now it's almost every hour. He seems to be getting harsher with the way he talks, acts, and thinks. The red irises with white are getting more and more common, along with the incidences of Gulvic and from what Ryzo has said, "Wulvic" and "Drulvic". I think Oompa is right. It's not two sided anymore. It's slowly becoming one sided, and not in a good way. I don't know what to do anymore, not like I ever did. I don't want to lose one of my closest friends. I guess you could say this is all Meme's fault, but if Socks and Tbh didn't get hurt, none of it would've happened at all. Everything is so much pressure, and I'm just scared.

-Nadwe

PS. I'm writing in pen now because "Wulvic" stole my pencil. I'll try to get it back but I don't know if I'll be able to.

PSS. Got it back!!

I had just written a small note below my diary entry after I had snatched my pencil back from Wulvic's grip. He just stood there for a couple seconds, clearly surprised that I yanked it right out of his claws so easily. The petulant possession then gave me a pouty expression, giving a sign that he was about to start whining to attempt to get the utensil back. I knew his trick by now: Guilt tripping.

"Dat's my pwensle.."

I stifled some laughter, and mocked,

"Did you just say pretzel?"

"No! Prensule!!"

"Prancer?"

"PENCIL!"

"Oh, well you could've said that. And no, this is my pencil, Wuli, not yours."

"But- but why is it yowers?"

"Because I had it first, and I've always used this pencil."

I let myself think for a second, and I started wondering why I was arguing over a pencil with someone who could kill me anytime.

"But, if you say the magic word, you can have it."

His face said that he didn't know what I was talking about, but then he remembered.

"Neaadway..?"

"Wuuuulvic?"

"Can I pweaze have da pwensul?"

"Yes, you may."

His face illuminated with excitement, and his red pupils literally glowed brighter. The ringed eyes also pulsed a few times as he ran to me. He held out his hands for the pencil, and I placed it in the plam of his hands. The childish demon held the pencil in awe, almost like it was an artifact that was worth millions. He whispered as if he were next to a sleeping lion,

"Fank you.."

"You're welcome, buddy."

He gave me a small smile before backpedaling to his previous spot, and sitting down on the wooden floor of my room. I swiveled back around on my wooden stool to continue filling up my diary, which was now half Gulvic notes. I've noted and wrote down a lot more over the past seven days, ever since "Wulvic" and "Drulvic" have first showed.