Dear diary, I hate you, if you were real, I'd torture your corny ass to death, but you aren't, and Ponkon said this would help me cope. Well.. it's getting worse. My friends don't care, and I've made more, but it's an endless loop; when my friend becomes useless, I chuck em in the arcade to rot. But I'm running out of ideas for friends, and ever since I died, I haven't seen anything to make new friends from, creativity is just combining things you've seen in a cool order, but now, I'm living in repeats and mashups. I can't remember much from before I died, but I can remember random objects I've incorporated into my creations.
Now, the fact is, I have nothing left, I cant squeeze anything else out of my past friends.. but I did learn something before I died.. and that's how to enter people's dreams. Every time I go back to this state I remember something new and... I think this could do me well.
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RandomOC STORY :33! Also this isn't Bugbo I just put the tag because it's referenced and there's a crossover soo ye (I'm hyperfixated) and if I add any other unrelated tags it's prob the same thing. *JOIN SILLY AND THE PALS ON FUN FILLED ADVENTURES FOREV...
