Log #3: This isn't about me. It's what I found in the files. I won't be in these. – Golf BallBasketball's slow recovery made 8-Ball particularly happy. While he tended to her, she started to say words without coughing. He jumped for joy. Basketball smiled sweetly. "I love you." She told him.

Blocky still hasn't moved, and it alarmed several of the subjects. Three weeks after Grassy died (I was deep in thought), he finally moved. Pie notices this. "Are you feeling okay- WOAH! I'll share some of my rations with you." She exclaimed. Blocky was pale, his eyes pale pink instead of the red of a perfect cherry.

He nodded gently, as he had not saved rations. They split some sandwiches and even stole some of Robot Flower's takeout. They started to talk. When the lights dimmed, they looked at my window. But I wasn't there. After they were full, they tried to ram the door open. It was no use.
8-Ball started to record. "Hey guys! Welcome back to the channel! Day 30! Or so. I lost count. Oh! Thanks, Floral-Blossom! Day 84 of the experiment." 8-Ball told his viewers. "If you recall last time, Basketball's sick. Today she started recovery! Can I get a 'Congrats BB' in the chat?" He continued.

Basketball waved to his camera. "Howdy! 8-Ball here woke me up, and I would clobber him if I wasn't in this condition!" She said. They started to laugh and tell horrible jokes. "Well, things will get better soon. G.B. is about to dim the lights. You get some rest." He told his striped lover, stroking her hair.

She did as she was told. 8-Ball left the camera on her and went to steal some of Robot Flower's food too. She was asleep, so there was no hassle. "Don't tell her!" He whispered to his viewers. Blocky looked around, since he had to get used to the lack of others. Okay, let's count heads.Pie, Tennis Ball, 8-Ball, Basketball, TV, himself, Robot Flower. Wait... He rubbed his eyes and saw he was gone. But he was waving at him. And said something like 'see you tomorrow, pal!' Would he...? He shook off the thought. He noticed a light purple blade. He seemed to be the only one who could see it.

"She poisoned it. All of it. Rid of her, before she rids of you" It read. He took the blade. While Pie was asleep, Blocky prepared to murder her. He imagined what she would taste like. A blueberry filling in her veins, a crispy skin. He salivated. He aimed for her heart. She turned to her side.

He stabbed her arm. It woke Pie up as he was drinking the filling that poured out of her. "Blocky! Stop!" She shouted.Basketball's eyes scrunched up a bit, smelling the crisp smell of fresh pastries. And blood. 8-Ball turned the phone so his viewers to see.

He held Basketball close, but she broke free and joined Blocky. 8-Ball couldn't bear to watch. "I...I don't know what to say..." He told the six-hundred seventy viewers. "SHUT UP! You did this to Fries..." She snapped at him. Pie turned pale and closed her eyes.

The footage stopped there. Memories came flooding back to me. I started to cry. No...No! Just push them away... They mean nothing! Just take a walk, you'll be fine.