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Xion's Journal Entry Page No.3
A VERY short story.

Scary Mr.Yum Yums
One of those days again. Waking up with bed head and looking halfway like Kallen from Code Geass.
Her baggy eyes just hung there as if she were dead tired already. She scratched her head, having her bed head worse. She had it all Naruto fuzzy.
Stepping out of bed, she slid on her slippers that showed of nothing but pink rabbits with their eyes popped off. She slid her feet to the kitchen grumpily.
Whom at her table was a teddy bead. And he was munching on....oh dear god, what the HELL is that? Oh god! I can't stand it! What is he eating really? Is that... ew. Just, ew.
It was Mr. Yum Yums, the Homicidal Teddy Bear. He was eating on something, so horrendous I can't describe it!
Anyways back to the main thing. She glared at the teddy bear. Looking all innocent with red smeared all over the mouth. She walked into her kitchen and went to make her some coffee.

“I'll have mines Java hur hur hur.”
Turning to the teddy bear, she stared.
“No, it makes you get diarrhea,” She frowned.

“What about just plain ol' coffee?” He snickered.
“Gives you bad stomachache.” She shook her head.
“Expresso?”
“Damn it, this is like talking to an obsessed five year old!” in frustration she gave up serving Java to the annoying bear.

She sipped her coffee and stared out her window.
“Mornings should be illegal.” She grumbled.

“Aww, they're not that bad!” Yum Yums said with a laugh “At least you can kill the happy moments”
“You're ballistic,” She muttered looking away.

The insanity was killing her. Poor Eali, if only she knew, then maybe she wouldn't end up in this life. Screwed up, and all.
Her apartment wasn't that bad, but the only thing that made it feel like she should blow up the whole planet was that damn bear.
She couldn't get rid of it. Why? Well, I would have to kill you if I told you why.

If only the bear was gone for once, the whole world would be a better place. Better than her God awful life of terror with unicorns that s**t out more unicorns. And llamas that are rainbow-colored. Could life get any worse?
Yes, it can, and will. Thanks to Mr. Yum Yums. Life it a living hell.

From the matters of life in her own little world. Her job was mainly described as the wild drunk. She thought of what she did last night. At that concert.

“Yum Yums.. do you remember what I did at the concert last night?” She pondered.
“Oh, the concert, that was weeks ago, you passed out when we came home,” He thought, “You were upside down, by the ankle. I think you were right over the last band five yards high, and your bra was showin'.”
The bear was laughing hysterically. Eali stated, and without a doubt, she very much wanted to tear him apart about the bra part.

“You were even talking about random things like you were high--- oh wait, you were wasted. How many bottles did you have again?” He caught his breath before he laughed again.
“I think I had fifteen... or more,” She muttered as she turned away, sipping her cup.

She was embarrassed at the bear. She has felt insulted millions of times, but not by some two-year olds bear.
“Demon bear.” she grumbled.
I'd rather live with a bitching cat than a homicidal bear. She kept her thought to herself, only with a satisfied smirk of ignoring the rambling Mr. Yum Yums.

A long lost journal entry from a deceased mother, recently found


Ello ello my dear journal friend. I know it's been what? 10? 13 years since I last wrote you? Well, over the years has been busy since I got a man (yes, scary I know, me! Of all the crazy people, that evil b*****d could have take, he chooses me! Well, let you know one thing...oh sorry back to what I was saying) a man who's now my husband, but I tend to worry about him. We have children, yes, children, bright and.....How should I put this? Clever. I have four, the youngest is just a baby right now, but I know with her sister's influence she'll be like the others. Mind controlling their father. I swear to whoever is god that all of his evilness (he's good now) went to our babies, mostly to the second youngest, she's the mastermind and able to trick her father (sometimes her two brothers) into doing things. I don't know where she gets it! She either learned it from me or my husband!.....or maybe someone we know....

I must be confusing you aren't I? I'm sorry, maybe I should tell you how I became the happy woman that I am. I'll start off when I stopped writing to you.

You remembered I was cursed, force to have an spirit within me. Most of my life has been...empty I must emit. I been used by others, my own memories lost, people close died, and having that b***h of a spirit taunting me every second of my life.

I was wearing my hunter's hat, my hair, tied up to keep it from blocking my view. I had no weapons on me that's for sure, but I did have my 'regular' outfit. You know the one with the tank top with the rough jeans and black boots? Yes that one. Anyway, it was nightfall and slightly windy. I was surrounded by trees, wandering and hoping to find a place instead of camping. Then there it was, the bar, I was so relieved, the people were nice and let me stay for free! You have no idea how happy that none of my pockets have to be empty. The next day I left.

Three days past and I realize I was at the same place again. Somehow I was drawn to the place, it might have been because I long for companions for such a long time...or because I wanted free stuff. Both sounds right for me. (Who doesn't want free stuff?) Time past and I met a man who knows me.....from my forgotten past. He was shock to hear what happen to me, and he told me that our home was destroyed and he (there could be few) that lived to tell the tale. Then he questioned me about the patch on my eye. Then I heard her. She laughed when he mentioned my eye patch. I hold feel the burning chills running through my arms and legs as she tries to take control. Luckily for me the patch put her in her place. He looked at me strangely for a moment, but I explain I was ill. He believed me, I kept my dirty secret safe.


I met my good friend, Deverprince, who was a mage (or what ever the ******** that rabbit breeding man was). I can tell you one thing, we weren't friends the very moment, but battling against each other and chit-chatting like old hags begging to have grandbabies. He met an odd girl and got married to her.

I was slightly upset not to find someone to put up with me. Clarie( Dever's child he had with himself.....please don't ask, I don't want that man coming and jabbing me with an rusty folk) wanted my help on something....And so I felt like Indian Jones when we went on the quest. I even had a whip!

As time past I made more pals with a reverence!! And one of them happened to need my help. Then I might the scumbag that I wanted to rib to pieces and throw him into the darkest abyss in hell. My husband. Let me tell you something, it was 'Love at first sight', no, it was more like 'Kill at first sight'. The b*****d insulted me acting like he's ruler of hell (is true) and me as some weakling! I insulted me, he got mad, I got mad...but we didn't get to kill each other. Nooooooooo, my friend who was his as well wanted both of us alive. So there was no killing, which pissed me off even further. Then my friend told me it will take some time to get ready, I thought it was a twisted jokes of his. Then it got worse when he told me the man I been making babies with would stay here too. So whenever I offered both of them drinks, I put lead in there in hopes they die from lead poisoning.

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The woman stop from her writing, seeing the year old shifting to get more comfortable in her mother's arms. The mother smiled, her red eyes fixed one the one's matching her's. A small hand reached up to grasp the abnormal hair color, but fail since this woman was wise to have it up. The infant daughter cried in annoyance and tiredness, signaling the mother that she wants sleep.

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I'm sorry, but we have to continue this later, my youngest, Ann V. Lockheart is tired. But this little buddle of joy is nicknamed 61 or 62 by her siblings. Don't know why, buts it cute.

So see ya later! I'm not done with you just yet!

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End of the first page.

Date: Unknown
Area: Unknown
Recorded: Because he forgot the recording spell he cast was still active.
(I'm doing this with * for actions you're seeing this as if through Dever's eyes)


"Where the hell am I?" *Looks down at his chest and sees a sword has been run through it pinning him to a wall* "Well...this sucks." *looks around the room. Wooden walls that have been painted white surround him the ceiling is the same boring color as is the floor. No markings or furniture exist to make the room interesting* "What have I gotten myself into now?"

*a spot on the wall swings inward and a woman with jet black hair and an amazing figure enters the room she smiles revealing two pointed teeth* "Finally awake I see" *her voice is a purr that is almost sensual she saunters over to Dever and pulls the blade that is pinning him to the wall out of his chest* "You really should be more careful who you drink with Dever, my dear or you'll end up in the witch's debt again"

*Dever holds a hand to his wound, it glows and the wound closes.* "Victoria...long time no see, I was hoping you were dead"

"Sorry but no I'm harder to get rid of than you could ever imagine, we are going to be together for a very long time" *she kicks Dever in the face and his vision goes black*

End of recording.