-Entry 183-

15 3 0
                                    

Dear journal,

     It's Halloween and I fear the inevitable darkness that is approaching. Admin visited me in weird makeup (said she was Mettaton) and told me to expect something.

     I'm not quite sure what that would be, but I'm so excited. Sarcasm. Obviously.

     My craving for meet has returned with force. I feel like I'll die from the horrible stabbing in my gut.

     I am too fatigued to continue. Goodbye, journal.

-Hungary

There is a splatter of paint one the side of the page, where Eliza had dropped the pen and collapsed.

Elizabeta's JournalWhere stories live. Discover now