(Authors Note: This is beginning of part 2. It is written by Molly Block (creator of Molly Black) so enjoy)
Dear Diary,
Ok, wow. That was about the jackiest thing ever. Creepy weirdoes are almost worse than the giant Plotos Critis in the retreat. I cannot believe he would just show up at my door like that. Is that even legal?! I mean, I am the famous Molly Black, adventurer, fashionista, and secret songwriter (heehee). My house is password protected. The only way to get in is to illegally obtain my password. It’s not like he could have just guessed it- unless... Hes heard her; the stupid, bitchy, cackling voice from my dreams! It’s been trying to tell me what to do since I was 5. Like I would listen to her silly, cryptic advice. And no, I’m not crazy. I know that you can’t just talk to people in your dreams; they have to be figments of your imagination. But this defies logic. There’s no way she couldn’t be real; she’s just too freaking weird. Anyway, the only good thing she’s ever said is my password. And now this strange guy thinks he can just show up at my damn door and use a password he shouldn’t know? That is not ok with me. But... he must know the entity that possesses my dreams.... I KNOW! I can trick him into telling me about her. I’m great at tricking guys. I can pretend I wanna help him and take him out to the forest. He probably wants to know how he ended up here, and I’m wondering that also. Once we’re out there I can do some exploring and act like we are all “buddy, buddy”, even “lovey, lovey”. But it will all be a trick. He’s actually not that ugly, so it won’t be super hard to pretend I’m not repulsed by him. Anyway, I can tell him about the voice and my password, and he’ll probably eat it up. Then I’ll tell him I will leave him out there, with no way home, and no contact with the outside world, if he doesn’t tell me about her. He would totally do it because he’s not from around here. Yes! This is a perfect plan... Except now I have to find him. I can’t contact him because he’s not from the city. I could try the hospital, but they might not know. Wait. He isn’t that bright or clever. He’s probably sitting on his bum right under my window where the window slide left him. I’ll go look. Yup, he’s still there. I better go find him and “check on him” before he runs off and gets himself killed. That would just ruin my plan.
I’ll be back soon. Bye-bye for now,
Molly Black
