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Golfball's Journal - Part Two August 30, 2025
"I need to hurry up searching about this substance. I am oddly concerned about the people around me, i can not let them become an infected. My hands tremble as I write, but i can't take a break right now. I know some are concerned but.. i can't let my guard down. There are human threats and annoyances that disturb my fragile peace, but i do not want them to join the lifeless anomalies.
Pillow, Snowball.. they've been disturbing my business. They keep.. stirring up such useless arguments, and they keep destroying people's lives. Luckily, Eraser is helping me take things under control and revive the victims.. speaking of Eraser, he didn't even answer my scientific question, including with Teardrop. I do not know why they can't even contribute into this situation, but whatever, ill do it without their help."
She writes, frustrated as ever. She puts her pen down as she sighs, looking at the messy lab and the midnight sky in the window, looking at the moon. Dora sometimes wakes up in the night for her, to fetch her some basic necessities. Golfball appreciates the care Dora had given her, and is slightly concerned for herself because,
Why is she even losing herself in the process?
But she continues working until her limits, and Dora always cares for her silently, not asking for a prize for her actions.