Snowgraveroute Stories

No one likes to be alone, no one wants to be alone. So why shouldn't Spamton get any friends? Why should he be left in the dust to wallow in his own sadness growing ever more insane as the days go by? One day, a cloaked girl just so happens to walk into his alleyway, she-like him- is homeless and has been going from place to place to find somewhere to rest. With no real memories of her life before the Darkener world, she wanders, and when she comes upon the lonely puppet, who is she to deny a person what they need? Will she end up helping the sad fellow or will she only bring his world crashing down around him more?

I am A- Dimentio, son of Timpani and Blumiere. This story SHOULD ONLY BE on WATTPAD!! And this is my diary that I started writting ever since I joined Count Bleck's team. With this book you can take a better look at "How I slowly turn on Count Bleck?", !and you can "Take a look at a glimpse into my past". -Sincerely, the master of Dimensions and Pleasure of Crowds I, Dimentio, am giving @DRAGOVID1DAVIDAS the permission to decipher my Diary as the WATTPAD AUTHOR. And permission to Brooke Page to be the narrator and narrate my diary, parts from my past and read my thoughs. (The arts of the covers aren't belongs to me. Only the editing and the logos are. Cover arts: Crying Dimentio: https://ask-dimentio-the-jester.tumblr.com/ Dimentio: Man On The Internet)