13: I feel myself calm down. Everything that was once a reminder of my ignorance is now just…peaceful. I look around the panic room. Barren as per usual. It wasn't as scary as my other episodes.I soon realize where I am and let out a quiet scoff. The panic room, really? That's stupid. I don’t need to be here. I’m a guardian for ####’s sake, not some…mental patient. I changed my position to sit cross-legged, my tail swaying behind me as I tried to remember what happened. My eyes darken as I sense an unusual aura around. Something…off. I can hear faint yelling outside, but that's not it. It’s like something behind me. Usually, my perception and quick thinking would allow me to immediately get up and face whatever's in the room, but again, energy loss affects a lot of my abilities. Stupid ###### life- I wonder how i’m not dead already anyway. I force myself up to my feet, using the wall for support. My eyes scan the room. Not that there's much to look at anyway. Mental note - get Jeff to add a mini-fridge or something in here. I could go for a Dr Pepper right now. Maybe it's just me or something. I reach the door and twist the knob, pulling it open. As soon as I do, the yelling gets louder as I hear angry pacing around. What the #### is happening now? I was gone for like…wait. How long was I gone for anyway? Doesn’t really matter. I walk out and awkwardly stare at Jeff and Joe’s arguing. Beyond them, I spot the front door wide open. Since I notice that Brown’s not anywhere in sight, I sigh and just walk out, closing the door behind me. I breathe in the fresh air. ACK- IS THAT GASOLINE-!? wait no it isnt- just haven’t been outside. I finally realize how ####### bad I smell. Ew- I pity them. I start walking down the trail. As I walk, I admire the scenery. It really has been a while. I’ve been so caught up in work that I never took a moment to ‘stop and smell the roses’. Speaking of roses, I catch a hint of one. I follow the scent. It’s been millions of years since I let myself just- follow a silly smell. I feel childish. Pathetic. As I feel that thought come back to mock me once more, I feel the world around me start to crumble. I push that thought back and continue walking. I hear voices grow louder as I continue my journey. I quickly hide behind a bush and listen, completely forgetting I have invisibility. I poke my head out. Is that Brown? I can recognize that stupid striped hat anywhere. It sticks out like a sore-thumb to the point where I just want to rip it off his hollow head and just stomp on it until it breaks. Or maybe set it on fire? Wait- s###, I'm getting distracted. I spot this green guy. Is that a hobo? Some kind of grass moth thing- I remember that old mental note as I casually spawn in a baseball bat. This will get my mind off of my suffering. I step out of the bushes and immediately get noticed. Before I even get a chance to walk up to them, Brown comes running up to me. For once he doesn’t hug me - he doesn’t look happy to see me. What’s going on?
14: I watch as Jeff storms off. Just great. I swear to ####### Void, he is always overreacting… he doesn’t need to be so protective of Brown, as if he can’t take a little jab on the shoulder! That guy eats people for ####sake! Personally, if I were Brown, I’d be offended that he thought I couldn’t handle that– some leader, am I right? Anyways, I’m Joe. If you want to know more, too ####### bad. Back to the goddamn sob story already. I slump back down on the couch. God I could use a good witbier right about now. I’m supposed to break the addiction, but it's easier said than done. No one cares if I go or die anyway. Just because I'm a former spoiled brat doesn’t mean anyone gives a ####. It still hurts. Why am I always the hated one here? All I want is a beer. I’m getting off track, aren't I? I should really take my own advice- ANYWAYS TIME TO GET TO THE INTERESTING ####! There we were, yelling and screaming at each other. We never had a fight this big. It scared me. I can’t believe I'm saying this, but I want a hug. I haven’t had a hug since I was Brown’s age – for the right reasons as well. You know that feeling when…if…God dammit, I don’t know the word. I lean forward and lay my arms on my knees. I can feel my hunger growing, but I’m also not in the mood to eat. Sorry, readers, I'm a pretty boring character. Hopefully this pathetic excuse for an author actually gives me a role in this. You’ll be hearing from Jeff now I suspect, make sure he doesn’t say anything bad about me – I know everything about him. Hold on- I was just informed that I have no right to break the fourth wall. Bull####. Whatever- just move onto the next ####### chapter already, i’m grabbing a bottle. Note: thanks for being patient abt the long wait ^^
