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Write about someone whose desire to constantly improve something borders on obsessive.
It’s been three years. I’ve woken up in a strange place full of even stranger people. I hate it here. I want to go home. The weird doctor told me that I’m older than I remember because I was in a ‘comatose’; wanna know for how long? It’s been three years.
I can’t lie; it hurts, knowing you all moved on from me, like I wasn’t there in the first place. But I guess that’s just what you do with dead people, huh? Lemme guess, the old man is still caught up in ‘training’ his ‘masterpiece’. He should really leave the kid alone for once. And I bet he’s still hurting mom and ignoring Natsu and ‘Yumi, too. Don’t worry though, I’m planning to fix that. It’s...long overdue.
I’m so much older now. I’ve joined a gang of outcasts-- which isn’t that funny?-- so my dream can become a reality. I want to get you all out of there. To expose his crimes to the world! The people there are real interesting though; I don’t belong there, but I’ve got the feelin’ that I’ll belong soon enough. They function kind of like a family, or as much like a family as a crime group can. They remind me of you all, in a twisted way, and in a more twisted way, it’s nice.
It’s been awhile since I last wrote in here; everything is changing. Remember when cousin Geten went missing and Aunt [XXXX] was found in the river? Well, I might’ve found them-- Geten, I mean-- maybe? The group I joined really does feel like a family now. I actually like it here, a lot more than at home (no offense <3). Plus, our group’s grown bigger. Like, WAY bigger; we merged with two other really big groups and now we’re really dishing damage. Who knows-- with the free time I’ve got now, I might pay a visit to that flower shop mom likes.
It’s done. My mission is complete. Now, I can finally rest easy, knowing his career’s been destroyed. Gosh, the look on his face was more than priceless. The poor thing was petrified, cried real tears too! As if that’d change the hurt we all felt under his ‘dream’, stupid man..I don’t know when I’ll see you all again, so whoever gets to read this first, tell the others Toya loves ‘em, ‘kay?