(SPINOFF) R&EX 2091974-B

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This file is now public as of: [29/09/1974]

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## PUBLISHED BY THE REMEDY GOVERNMENT

**[ADDITIONAL NOTE: If you wish to see the transcript of the expedition of the cave, check the previous file.]**

Diary entry #671

DAY 1

Dear diary,

My dumbass friends have dared me to do 2 challenges if I lost a game, which I lost. Fuck you by the way. And, of course, I'm no pussy.

First off is kissing my crush. Already done. He's mad because he still has that bitchass hoe he calls a girlfriend. God I hope she ██████ him so I can take what's mine. If not, I'll probably try ████ him. Anyway, second challenge was to explore this creepy cave. Of course, it's empty. Some bugs here and there. I'm serious when I say empty, it's suprisingly empty. I wish I could ████ him here. Maybe I'm a bit too obsessive. Maybe not. Ha.

I'll keep writing down. As boring as this seems, there are sounds coming down the cave. I only have a flashlight and my diary. No medical equipment or any of that bullshit. I'll sleep in here like a caveman, bitch.

Goal is to reach the end of this cave, which I will.

New update: As of writing this, a screech came from below. I'm going to get whoever the fuck did that and beat them to death.

Diary entry #672

DAY 2

Dear diary (fuck you),

Okay. This is finally getting scary. And amusing. Blood's on the walls and there are skulls with unrecognizable signs on them. Screeching happens occasionaly and doesn't let me sleep. I would get out. Or would I? I'm no pussy. I'm not scared. Am I? No. No. I'm not.

The cave is starting to become more.. hollow? It's wider and it has a lot of space. I could build a house here. Wish I could ███ ██████ here.

Am I an addict to pleasures like that? Maybe. Maybe not. I just like things like such.

Am I coping by trying to put sexual stuff in a scary expedition? No. I'm not. Why would I? I do not think so.

Stop.

There's a voice in my head.

God fucking dammit.

Diary entry #673

Day 3. Or something. I feel like I lie about the days in these entries. I lie to myself.

Being alone here taught me that, in this sole space of pure emptiness, I do not seek what I first thought. I always lie to myself and I hate myself for that.

Am I really going to die by dehydration? I don't want to live anymore either way.

My obsession with this guy was all because of lack of attention and affection. I just needed to love someone, in my own way. I recognize now, but too late, that I bully people out of desperation and as a cry for help.

My mental health is deteriorated beyond recognition.

I want to kill myself.

I'm going to die.

Please.

I'm scared.

Help me.

Diary entry #674

DAY 4

I live again, retards! I don't even remember writing the last entry anyway. That was just pure stupidity probably. I have drank water, probably contaminated. I don't care if I get shit like tuberculosis or whatever the fuck that was called, I'm going to beat this challenge. I'm already so below I can't go up from here anyway.

The battery is low and somehow it's getting darker.

Diary entry #675

DAY 5

There's pieces of leftover meat. I ate it. Probably more virus to my body anyway. No more incredible hunger that I've been hiding these past few days..

There's some kind of dead end here. It's a door. A wooden door. I don't know where it leads, but I'm opening it later. There's whispering coming in. Maybe there's some fucking cavemen inside or shit.

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That was the last diary entry.

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