( NOTE : This ‘might’ contain non-canon materials since I added some of my headcanons ) [ Take place during episode 13 ]
Mr.Hand’s little workspace in the middle of a dimmed and unsettling cave beneath the waterfall. The place reminded Journal of where it all started… : A structure made out of concrete, a circular shaped hole in the middle. It looks relatively like a portal that hasn’t been properly constructed to make it work. Something like a work in process. Mr. Hand, a simple label but whenever Journal felt this Mr.Hand flash upon his sight, a rush of paranoia hustles in him. No one — but one person — believed him when he told them Mr.Hand was real and he’s planning to do horrible things to them. But this didn’t stop Journal from wanting to find out the truth about this guy- so much to the point, he became a schmuck to his own team.
The abrupt sound of metal brushing and hitting against each other echoed in the hollow cave as well as some grunts from a particular someone. Journal’s grip on the crowbar was tight as he continues to slam the tool against the ‘structure’ that Mr.Hand planned to create. His urge to completely get rid of whatever this monster was concocting is strong and Journal never omits his urges. The hallucinations, the paranoia, and the stress : this hell-ish trio kept tormenting Journal every single day and this is getting out of hand. Journal couldn’t take it anymore
“Fuck- Urgh! I-” A thud noise formed once again “Is this what you wanted me to do, huh? Tell me, just say it! Oh, heh-heh, what a sight.. Seeing all your ‘hard works’ turn to nothing. I- You fucking freak! Just leave me alone!”
Journal’s mind swarm with paranoia and frustration building up as he continues to hit the concrete with his crowbar that he had a firm hold of. His knuckles turned white the more his grip tightens.