Forgotten Until Now

Chapter 5- The Odd Journal

Current timeline; third person P.O.V-

Y/n grumbled in annoyance, the ringing of her alarm waking her up. "What the hell-?" She muttered, rubbing her eyes, practically smashing the off button of the clock. She picked up her phone from her bedside table, cringing as the bright light illuminated the dark room.

She mentally hit herself, seeing that it was Saturday. She had forgotten to turn off her alarm for the weekend. She got up tiredly, stumbling on her own feet as she walked down the hallway and to the bathroom to do her business. Got her toothbrush, spread her toothpaste on it, and started brushing her teeth. She rinsed her mouth out with sink water before re-doing her hair in a braid. (Or whatever other hairstyle of your choice.)

She washed her hands and walked down the stairs to get her dog, Stella. She was kennel trained, so they kept her in her crate for the nights since she loved to chew things up. Y/n greeted her dog with hugs and kisses before feeding her. She grabbed a glass of water and filled it with some ice, taking a nice long sip, feeling as the water ran down her throat.

When Stella was done inhaling her food, she put her outside to use the bathroom. Y/n dragged herself to the couch and lazily grabbed the remote. She switched through stations until she found a decent show and put the remote next to her. She grabbed her phone and pulled up her contacts. She clicked on Elly's.

Hey! Are you feeling better?
Today, 6:53 am 

She sighed and slipped her phone into her pocket, and quietly watched her show in peace. That was until she heard the bark of Stella a few minutes later. Y/n grumbled in annoyance, letting the German Shepard inside. As Stella walked in, she brushed herself against Y/n's legs as though she was a cat. Y/n smiled.

Y/n Walked back to the couch, her dog jumping up and laying next to her. She pet her dog, kissing Stella on her head. The dog returned it with a slobbery kiss. She pulled out her phone once again and opened contacts. 'Hmm, I never got Karl's phone number... Maybe he doesn't have one-' She thought with a sudden realization. Maybe that's why he pulled that weird joke. Her phone buzzed, and she pulled up Elly's contact.

Ehhh- Better than yesterday I suppose. Just... Don't come over. Don't wanna get you sick.
Today, 7:01 am

Y/n decided not to reply, and turned her phone off, throwing it gently across the couch. "Y/n?" Her mother called. "If you don't mind, while I'm at work, could you please try to sort out things in the attic? It's stuff that your grandparents held on to and I don't think any of it is worth much. I want to renovate it." She stated, fixing her jacket as she walked down the stairs. "Get a garbage bag and put everything in there that you think I could donate, alright?" Her mother asked.

Y/n nodded. She got up, Stella glaring at her, and she went to go hug her mom. "Have a good day at work!" She kissed her mother on the cheek with a smile as her mother went into the garage and turned on the car.

Y/n sighed as she watched her mother leave, feeling drained, even though the day has just started. She decided that she would go to Karl's house after she had cleaned the attic, so she had a motivation. She went upstairs, making sure to put the gate back up so Stella wouldn't come up as well. 

She walked into her mom's room, and looked up at the ceiling, to see the entry to the attic closed. She was a rather tall teen, so she got hold of the string fairly easy, and pulled the stairs down.

With a loud clank, the stairs unfolded one by one, until finally hitting the floor with a thud. Y/n cautiously walked up the stairs, causing them to creak. She wasn't surprised when she saw a small, wooden trapdoor blocking her entry. She tried pushing it open, but it seemed jammed like it hasn't been opened in years. 

She brought one of her hands to her chest, and using her elbow, slammed it into the wood. With a slam, the door opened, flinging backward, sending a cloud of dust pouring down on her. She closed her eyes, coughing. The dust cleared quickly, leading her to continue to walk up the stairs.

She reached the top, pulling out her phone to put it on flashlight mode. She moved the phone around, examining the room, looking for a light switch. Almost immediately, she found it, flipping the switch. The small lightbulb illuminated the room just enough for her to take a look around. To her right lay an old desk, or table, it seemed, it is completely covered in small items.

To her left were multiple crates, holding who knows what. And right in front of her stood a black chest, covered in dust. On top of it was a book, or journal of some sort. She walked over to it and kneeled, taking the book off and setting it on the ground. She brushed off the dust, feeling the cold, bumpy surface of the chest. Her other hand was brought down to the front of the chest, which had what seemed like a gold clip attached to it. 

What gained her curiosity was the strange circular-looking eye on the lower middle of the front of the chest, right below the golden clip. It was different shades of green, and it seemed the object was welded onto the chest. Almost immediately, she unclipped it. She opened it carefully, yet as she opened it, nothing was in it. A frown of disappointment appeared across her face as she gently closed it once again, her eyes turning to the journal.

She grasped it lightly, turning it over carefully. It seemed there was a name inscribed in it, but she couldn't read it. She flipped it back over again and studied it for a moment. It was made of brown leather, and the pages were neatly sewn it. She opened the cover to the first page. It read, "I just bought this... maybe it will help me get my thoughts in one place?" Y/n paused. The handwriting was slightly faded, and it was in neat cursive.

She just continued. "Anyways, the festival was a great success! Me and Jschlatt won, just as planned. Though some sacrifices were made, I see it as wonderful progress. I still don't get why you write in journals, but, whatever. Goodbye? Do you say goodbye to a book?" The writing stopped at the bottom of the page. Y/n had never heard the name Jschlatt, but she ignored it, flipping to another random page.

"I and the rest of the Butcher army are planning to go and capture Techno, to kill him. I hope we don't fail, I mean, we better not. I'm so sick of the fu**ing b*stard that I swear, my hair is going to start turning gray. We leave tomorrow at dawn, as Tubbo has found the compass leading to him."

The writing ended once again, yet at the bottom of the page lay a signature that she couldn't read. She sighed, already bored, and put the book in the chest it was on and sat up. She walked to the stairs and to the kitchen to grab a trash bag.

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*Smp timeline*

Punz yelled out in frustration, knocking off everything on the table in front of him. He huffed in anger, as he hasn't been able to track Quackity correctly. He has tried to get into Las Nevada's, but he was with no luck, as nobody has let him in. He was sure that Quackity was in there, trying to find the revival book as much as he was.

He cursed under his breath. "I will be the one who finds it first," he muttered.

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HELLO! LONG TIME NO SEE READERS! 

Sorry no posts, school has just started and its been a lot. I also got sick so- that was not fun. Anyways, hopefully new chapter on the weekend?

Your author,

Just_dreaming<3