Dear diary,

I've been playing rock paper scissors with Theodore and I keep on winning. He only ever uses paper because his paws can't do rock and scissors. Goodman and Gina are busy writing stuff on the wall and they won't play with me. But it's okay cause the writings made all the whispers go away.

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I asked Goodman when the fog will stop and he said, when "he succeeds," I'm not sure who exactly he's talking about. But I think it's the Butcher, after all he is the god assigned saviour of the world.

Maybe the Butcher is fighting against the big bad right now. I hope Bobby and Herman are okay.

Love,

Tina