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The Day the Diary was Closed

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<...and it was a big, dark maze. But it wasn't completely dark; there was this creepy red glow to it... And then one of those scary girls got me... Then I was all alone in a forest with no escape. I woke up in a cold sweat.
    Until next time...>

<...I don't want to talk about today. Other than mentioning a big scary thing rubbing a stair banister... smiling at me... leading me to a door where... you know what, never mind...>

<Sleeping all day was getting sort of boring. I played some NASU. But the game froze, so I decided to sleep...>

<I discovered something new today! When I drop stuff in the hallway, it turns into an egg! Isn't that cool?!>

<I dropped all my items today. It feels sort of empty without them all with me...
...Like when everyone died...>

<I haven't left my room in a while. I don't feel like sleeping. I don't like sleeping. I don't like NASU. I don't like bed. I don't like knives. I don't like birds or people. I don't like anything anymore...>

<...>


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I closed the diary and hugged it against my chest, as if the stories, the hate, the love-- the memories, would all flow to my heart and heal it. Only a single tear fell on its binding, though it felt as if I could've washed every last word on every single page away with a bath of salty relief. But no. Only a single, lonesome tear. One, all alone... no one, nothing at all, with it...

...like me...

I decided to step outside to get some fresh air, like Mom always did when she was upset.

...Mom...

Being outside for the first time in days, I looked around at my surroundings. Just the same old stuff as always.

...Since that day...

But there was something new. Something I've never noticed before.

Stairs.

I walked up to them and looked carefully at them. They looked sturdy and new, and yet, they looked old and worn. Maybe they've been there, but I've just overlooked them all this time?

I don't even know anymore.

At that moment, something came over and possessed me. I lost all thoughts and walked up the stairs and leaned over to look over the edge.

The edge of the balcony. Of life and death.

The dizzying height below snapped out of my thoughtlessness and made me nervous, so I got down. I went back inside and tried to sleep, still holding my diary like my life depended on it.

Maybe it did. I'll never know.

But I couldn't fall asleep. I laid there for what seemed like hours, crying. It got dark. It got light again. Darkness fell once again. It was then that i finally got out of bed. I took a look around my room. Nothing seemed likeable about it. Not even NASU. So I stepped outside...

Those stairs. They were pulling me towards them like metal to a magnet.

I walked up them, sat down, and just thought.

How high am I?
How long have I been here?
Why am I here?
Where did these stairs come from?
Am I asleep?
Why am I still alive when no one else is...

I thought and thought for an eternity until the sun finally rose. I took out my pencil and began to write for the first time in what seemed like ever...

<Sunrises are rebirths. Beautiful rebirths. I wonder what it'd be like to be reborn... to be pure and innocent once again... It must be nice. Maybe I could be reborn if I ju>

At that point, my pencil slipped from my hand. It fell onto the flat top of the stairs and rolled off the building. I watched it fall through the dense fog... And figured it must be pretty far from the ground.

I stood up and went to my room again. I tried opening the brown door there, but it was still tightly locked, like it always was and will be.

One last look around my room, and as I stepped out, I slid the balcony door shut and locked it with a quiet click.

I slowly walked over to and sat back down on the stairs.

I flipped open to page one of my diary and quietly, carefully, thoroughly, reread each and every entry.

As soon as I finished the last word, I was crying, but no tears fell.

So I closed my diary and locked it.

And dropped the key off the balcony.

I stood up, looked at my diary and sighed.

The last part of me that's truly alive.
The last of my friends and family that's alive.
The last of anything I have left.

This is it, old friend. Let's dream one last time.

I kissed its cover, stood up, and, holding it to my chest, took a step forward.

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As I was flying, I felt tears fall from my eyes...
But they were different...
They were tears of happiness...
hey look I wrote something
why yes I stole the title from [link] because I listened to it a bunch while writing/editing/typing this and it influenced it quite a bit
fuck you categories I'll put this in horror because YN is a horror game

This contains a lot of my headcanon, just Saiyan.

If you haven't played Yume Nikki and read this, I got a few things to say to you.
1. You probably don't know what the fuck just happened, so...
2. GO DOWNLOAD IT AND PLAY IT RIGHT NOW.
3. Sorry I just spoiled the ending for you.

Hell/Toriningen/Forest World, KyuuKyuu/FACE, NASU, and Madotsuki (c) Kikiyama
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so Sad.... Good bye, Madotsuki