I've been walking relentlessly through this graveyard and I don't seem to find anything else noteworthy. "I guess I'll just go home and read old newspapers." X thought to himself. For all of you wondering how I'm able to read old newspapers it's because I live inside the city junkyard. It's not so bad when you get used to the mice and other pests who keep you company at night. Aside from that a whole colony was practically established here by people who have nowhere else to go. It makes me think about 01 and how he most likely thought that centuries from his time we would have it all figured out.
"But life doesn't work that way." X sighed. "I really wish we had advanced to the point where we could travel between time, but instead what we got was increasing populations." I know I've mentioned before that "they" were destroying graveyards to build more homes and different buildings. But we can't even afford living on any of those so we built a community on the junkyard. "It's really not so bad though." X repeated. Remember how I told you guys I learnt how to read from old magazines, well this junkyard is full of those.
I'm drifting wayyyyy off course of what I was supposed to do. X went inside his metal sheet house as the door creaked and screeched as he opened it. "Home sweet home" He proceeded to sit down on his worn out sofa and ate his week old bread. He read old newspapers and one specific headline caught his attention. "Girl who went missing for 10 years was found under the basement of Jeremy Tucker." If you think the headline was crazy wait until you read the rest of it. The newspaper says that soon after Jeremy Tucker was caught the girl killed herself. This has got to be one of the worse cases of Stockholm Syndrome that I have ever seen. "Wait, where have I seen that name before?" X asked himself. "From the graveyard silly." Someone added. X was shocked because he was deep into focus and noticed it was his new friend C. X had never had a friend before and this made him overjoyed because his only friend was a new one he had met yesterday. X found it odd how even though he never saw him before C seemed like and old friend and was very familiar.
"You scared me" X said. "I'm sorry I would have knocked but I might break your door" C replied. Normally when people think of knocking they wouldn't think about breaking doors but in my C's case he was practically a giant he easily hovered over my stature and his hand were as huge as his appetite, despite his massive hands he had always made the most delicious food ever. "So what's going on why are you looking into Jeremy?" C asked. "It's been bugging me out for awhile now because in the graveyard I could have sworn I saw a tombstone engraved with the name Jeremy Tucker" X replied. "I think it would be interesting to check if he was the same one on this old newspaper though I highly doubt it" Before you knew it X was lost in his thoughts and remembered that he did see the tombstone he left without saying a word to C and proceeded to the graveyard.
"Here lies Jeremy Tucker 2010-2051" was engraved onto the tombstone. X checked the coffin and found two skeletons one of smaller stature was latching onto the other. "That's odd" X thought. Why would there be two corpses in one coffin? Nevertheless I knew there would be a diary here a sociopath like Jeremy would totally leave one. To X's surprise the diary's name was written under a different name "-MATU".
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