" Dear Diary . . . "

After a somewhat eventful day, you chose to retreat to the forest to write in peace - afterall, it's not like anyone would go that far down the path. Soap got eliminated, and honestly? It was super unfair! Especially with how she's actively been helping the team, unlike others.

Anyway, for quite a bit now, you've been writing, furiously, trying to take out all the jumbled thoughts in your head on paper, before throwing it away - it's just a book, why would it care! Whatever, you needed to clear your mind. Perhaps think of something else. It's fine, you'll just pick it up after. Or leave it, as that could help - thinking back on that conversation with Soap, you both have.. strange coping mechanisms, which, aren't that healthy, and leave it all bottled up unt-

" Dear Mic's Diary. " A sudden british feminine voice rang out, somewhere in the bushes, sounds of paper flipping as an unknown object was reading it aloud. How rude! But also.. who in the world? Before you can say anything, they went on a tangant, reading every single word of the past 3 entries.

" Annoying! Harmful. Random, useless, insignificant, LOSER. "

'Enough.'

"Stop! What do you want?!" You replied, both annoyed by how this stranger spoke about you like if you were nothing, going through YOUR private diary.

"All I want..." It begun, before a small figure jumped out of the bushes- TACO?! "is to help!"

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"