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Entry #06
Good evening, diary. A lot has occurred today, but I am calm, collected, and ready to recount the events that have occurred.
[Steve wrote a lot of AAAAA's here, to emulate screaming, before continuing]
First, I hunted down Alex, and spoke about the egg and person situation. Butterscotch was there, as well.
Second, Butterscotch broke the egg after trying to move out of the way between a hug with Alex and I.
Third, Butterscotch is now a mother to a tiny creeper. Alex and I ended up taming her, and teaching her tricks for a few good hours. Oh, also, her name is Gen, short for Emergency.
She can hop, roll over, sit down, and even shake hands! I'd love to gush more about her, but I have more... pressing matters at hand. Both literally, and metaphorically. If you haven't noticed, my handwriting is ever so slightly a bit wobblier than usual. This is because Butterscotch keeps rubbing her face upon my writing hand.
I don't know how to stop her from doing this, and I fear that Gen will pick up on it soon, and start trying to copy her.
But, nevertheless, I must press onwards, to much more serious matters than babysitting a bossy kitty and a baby creeper...
I've decided that I have to talk with the being that has been, well, haunting me for quite a while now. I keep thinking about that strange dream I had, along with the break-in, and I have a feeling I know where I need to go.
Well, a few places that I need to go, actually.
I want to go and visit the desert library, and see if they have any books at all on... other dimensions. Dimensions other than the Nether. And then, if there are any others... That's where I'll go, and we'll see from there.
Of course, I'm petrified at the thought of going to another dimension, the Nether was nerve-racking enough. Which is why I am taking Alex with me, for moral support and.. defense, if things get too messy.
I trust her.
I will, also, be taking you along with me, diary. For comfort, of course, and also if... anybody finds you, a long time from now, so they will know what exactly became of me, if anything.
I hope that that doesn't happen.
After writing all of this down... I've gotten a different feeling in my chest.
Not necessarily a bad feeling. But a new feeling. Anticipation, perhaps? Curiosity, hope? I'm not quite sure.
But, it's rather late now, so I should probably be off to bed.
Goodnight, diary.
Steve