Day 27
This entry happened after the 26th day, but do to the events that took place, I am unsure of the current date I will assume it all takes place on the 27th to keep things chronological.
Tonight I decided to take action. I went outside to try and scare him off. I grabbed the heavily damaged pickaxe and stepped out into the dark foggy world. His eyes were the only things to let me know he was there; he hadn’t moved and still stood in the same place as last night.
I remember beginning to charge... but I clumsily tripped and I fell into the water. When I got out he was right in front of me not moving, just staring. I remember swinging my pickaxe at him; he didn’t budge, even though it stabbed him in the neck.
His head turned to face me and then he opened his mouth (I saw nothing but an endless white tunnel and heard the sound of screams of pain and fear) I remember my head pounding next; burning like somepony had lit me ablaze. The next thing I recall is everything growing dark I think I fainted. When I came to it was still dark out, but the fog had cleared although my head still pounded.
I remember what the screams were saying, they were screaming his name.
I’m running out of ink so I don’t think I have many entries left.