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Mr. Journal

Day 1:

Dear Mr. Journal,

Hello. I'm writing in a journal from my favorite town in the whole wide world. I've arrived here from home and I must say, I've come to adore the people and their lifestyle. Their hotel is my favorite. People here blanket them in the ground so that they can rest easier, like a dirt nap. Heck, the music here is so delightful. I think I'll stay for a while, perhaps even make this town better.

Day 2:

Dear Mr. Journal,

People here have a strange hobby. They make their pets fight. Back home, that kind of thing is bad. Regardless, it was a funny little sight. My favorite part was when the dog bit the neck of the other dog and popped his neck. The loser even paid the winner in a very foreign currency. The loser went into the hotel and gave his pet a dirt nap. I'm starting to like this town, however, I still have plans to perfect it.

Day 3:

Dear Mr. Journal,

Our town had a couple of visitors today. They say they're part of a gang. I decided to introduce myself to them and I must say I like them a whole bunch. I told them and showed them my vision of a perfect world; they liked it so much, they smiled just as big as me. They want to stay and share in the perfect future. I showed my new friends my favorite hotel. We even went to a child and helped him fall sleep. His mommy was so nice; she wanted to help US to sleep, too. What a silly goose, we weren't tired. We helped her sleep instead. She wasn't tired though; she woke up soon after and threw a fit. Some of my friends went to sleep in the process. I didn't know that they were so sleepy or I wouldn't have brought them along. Regardless, we managed to leave the angry mommy alone. I've never realized, but they looked so beautiful in their sleep.

Day 4:

Dear Mr. Journal,

We had a visitor today. His name was Mr. Klechup, well, at least I THINK that was his name. I was so kind to give him a tour of the town. We even went in the hotel. I almost forgot about the angry mommy from yesterday, because she threw pillows at us in anger. Those pillows must've been extra soft; Mr. Klechup fell asleep when the pillow got him. I decided to give him some extra warmth, so I made him a dirt-blanket. Before I left, I heard Mr. Klechup yelling in joy. I figured sleep was good, but I never anticipated that it would make him THAT excited.

Day 5:

Dear Mr. Journal,

We had another visitor today. His name was Mr. Loke. His pet rat had fallen asleep, so Mr. Loke went in the hotel and put it in a dirt blanket. He had a friend named Fred waiting for him at the exit. They talked about their pets and life back at their home. I learned that Mr. Loke and Fred are brothers and their grandpa prefers Fred over Mr. Loke. It is sad to hear about family problems, but I remember that I strive for world-wide perfection. After their goodbyes, Mr. Loke left, and, to my amazement, Fred helped the angry mommy fall asleep. I went to congratulate him outside of the hotel. He was speaking with a woman as I placed my hand upon his shoulder to get his attention, but the woman said that I was fake. That was very unusual because even I know that I am not fake. I decided to leave them alone. Fred left in the same path of Mr. Loke.

Day 6:

Dear Mr. Journal,

In commemoration with all of my hard work, the people of the town threw a party just for me. They brought lights, piñata sticks, and even their pets. It was a spectacular time. The music was even more beautiful than it was before. Everybody wanted to dance with me, but it was impossible, I can't dance with EVERYONE. I decided to improvise by putting my own flair in the music. I put in all the hopes I had for the perfect future, and the town began to reform before my eyes. My visions of the perfect future had changed this town for the better. The people became one with the perfected town; the buildings had become a wonderland of pretty pixels. Perfection for this town had been achieved, so I decided to head back home.

Day 7:

Dear Mr. Journal,

I'm back home now, and the television is raving about how children have been committing "suicide." That's impossible, for the pictures they revealed suggested that they were merely asleep. The children had listened to my perfection in the music, that which shows my visions of a perfect future. The T.V. had labeled my perfection--"Lavender Town Syndrome."

End

PostScriptum: This Creepypasta is revolved around a character of mine, Husk. He sees the world as imperfect, his plans are worldwide "perfection," in other words, his twisted visions of turning the world as brittle and broken as he is.

In the words of most Cheap Throw-Off Characters Of Sonic Characters In DeviantArt, "This is my original character. Do not steal."

CalvinInfinity (talk) 21:09, December 16, 2012 (UTC)Calvin Infinity