Because I was so self conscious about my previous story, I ended up writing a whole other story! How embarrassing. Self consciousness leading me to write another story... the thought makes me want to constantly facepalm myself. But, I'm glad that although I had some major grammatical errors in my previous story because I didn't have anyone check it, I got some great positive feedback! But, since I already wrote this, I figured I might as well let the whole world read it. [Why not? Maybe some more feedback and criticism will help me because the future author I aspire for~<3]

- The Journal

In present day, our knights and warriors and heroes of the spiral headquarters constantly enter the Clockworks, fending off monsters and creatures that lurk in its depths all while gathering the energy source from the core in order to create amazing weaponry and luxurious armor. But, how will it affect future generations?

Centuries from now, the Clockworks have rusted over from the lack of use. There is too much high grade equipment lying around that nobody has anymore need to hunt those that dwell in the Clockworks. But the monsters inside the Clockworks have nobody to help keep their population down. It swells to enormous proportions. Of course, a bigger population means a need for more land to live in. There is one place yet to be taken by the dark dwellers- Spiral Knights Headquarters.

August 19, 4153

When I have my usual nap on the fountain edge, I dream of the wolvers that we once hunted down. Strangely, there is never any blood. Was there blood when we used to do it in reality? I remember bashing in gun puppies and avoid death traps of spikes and thorns. The pictures are kind of blurry but emotions run through my mind. Right before the ball of bright red and orange hues reaches me, almost about to scorch my face, I wake up right before the parties of the night start, awoken by the sounds of those who dwell in the Clockworks. I've always asked my friends why they get louder and louder each night. They always tell me the same thing.

“It's ok, don't worry! Like us, they're having a blast. A party, even!”

But, I still worry... that everytime I wake up, the sounds of the creatures inside won't be inside anymore. They'll escape one day, and when I wake up... or, really, maybe I won't.

August 24, 4153

I came an hour late to my spot at the fountain, but it was taken by a couple who are getting way too cozy for me. I decide that a more quiet place where I won't hear their smooches would be a better fit for me. There's a spot in the Clockworks that looks comfortable enough to sleep in but the sounds seem so close to me. But I'm tired because I'm an hour late for my daily nap and I curl up in fetal position and hope the sounds don't influence my dreams. But they do, and everything comes to me in vivid colors and sounds and emotions come and go so fast through my head that I can't keep up. I can imagine the wolvers soft fur, the horrid face of the kat when it gets angry, the gremlins winkled face in detail. When they all suddenly crowd around me, overcome my senses and block my view with their faces, I wake up, sweat dripping down my face. It's hard to breathe and it's deep and shallow. The sounds of party music and the sounds of the Clockwork monsters mingle together, clashing in ways that make me want to clap my hands over my ears and scream to block it all out.

September 1, 4153

The same dream I've had on August 24 reoccurs to me all the time in it's same vivid state even though now I sleep as far away from the Clockworks as possible. I've tried putting on both soft and loud music, tried thinking of other things before I slept, but nothing seemed to work. I toss and turn at night and nobody is willing to sleep next to me just to help me wake up, my armor constantly rubbing against each other and hitting the ground depriving them of their own sleep. But this dream won't leave me alone and I always wake up in terror and even though I'm nowhere near the Clockworks, the sounds mingle and my scream is drowned out by the loud party music being played in the town square.

September 3, 4153

I'm tired of this. I've decided to get rid of my fear, or at least desensitize myself of it by heading to the Clockworks. I wake up half an hour earlier than usual from my nap and head to the Clockworks. But it was a bad idea to come at this time. The sun dips over the horizon and I see the shadows of creatures on the floor, large and ominous. I can see the claws and jaws on my body, trying to will their shadow to rip my body apart. I can see their eyes peering at me through the Clockworks, the elevator floors. It's terrifying and I panic. Although I haven't used my gun in ages, I pull it out of my side pouch and shoot the eyes that stare back into the barrel of my Peacemaker. There are whimpers of pain and screams of surprise and they pull away, back into the depths of the Clockworks. My bullets have left holes, but I am too afraid to go near them. I throw metal chunks and wiring on top them before making a dash for it.

September 4, 4153

I'm scared and paranoid. Every shadow to me is the shadow of a wolver who wants revenge because I singed their fur or maybe it's a kat that I gave a black eye. Something that has escaped that recognizes me from yesterday as the one who shot them in fear and panic. Can they tell that I am scared?

People around me laugh at me as I jump every time they make a shadow puppet and pretend to eat me. Nobody believes that the creatures were there, on the brink of breaking into the Headquarters. Am I alone in this?

September 7, 4153

I'm wondering where I get the time to write this down as the auction house goes down in flames. Devilites are busy throwing things at it, wolvers are prowling around in groups for anymore easy prey, and it's chaotic. Our guns and swords and bombs are just a bit rusty from the lack of use and many of us are slow, trying to figure out which weapon is best against that, which armor do they need to don right now. I'm sitting, terrified, hidden in the bushes, watching the events go on. I wonder if they broke through the holes I made and guilt fills my whole being. I'm sorry, headquarters. I'm sorry, my fellow knights.

A scream of terror pierces my ear from the left and I look away from the source of the scream. But it cannot block out the sound of metal breaking apart, of flesh being torn away. The fire of the auction house is getting bigger, consuming weaponry inside it. It eventually blows up, capturing the lives of creatures and knights alike who were unlucky enough to be besides the bomb blast.

When the events start to mingle and mix in my mind, I know it is becoming a bad situation for me. I take deep breaths and calm myself before scanning my surroundings. I notice a small group of knights gunning an alpha wolver while running around. When someone trips, I pull out my sword and make a dash for the fallen warrior. The wolver is about to pounce on him when my dread venom striker slices through its soft throat, it's thick fur. It falls to the side of the petrified knight and dies, silently. I hold out my hand to the knight and pull him up, then rejoin the group of knights, gunning down the next alpha wolver.

Suddenly, we're surrounded and someone pulls out a big angry bomb. While he charges it, we fend off the creatures, who are getting closer and closer every second. When he manages to get it at full power, he throws it a bit to the side and we, knights, stand together, connecting our shields and making a barrier around us. When it blows, we are blown to the side, unharmed and the corpses of monsters littered around us. We all look at each other and nod. There's still a chance to protect headquarters and save ourselves.

September 10, 4153

Three days of fighting has tired us all out. But, we have fought our way to the source of where they all come from, the elevators from the Clockworks. It looks like the knights are winning, pushing them back to where they belong. The big angry bomb is getting charged once more when miniature jelly cubes seep through our barrier, consuming a fellow knight in his entirety, choking him with strawberry jelly. We separate in a frenzy and leave our big angry bomber unattended by accident. He, too, is consumed. We try to regroup but the jelly cubers come together, growing horns and spikes, peircing through our shields from the back, the ground, the sides. I make a jump for the big angry bomb that's left behind on the corpse of my dead comrade, but a spike comes up from underneath me, stabbing me in the left shoulder and right leg. But I'm determined to make up for my carelessness at letting these creatures free. Despite the pain, I reach for the bomb with my left and once it's within my grasp, I continue charging it. My eyes are getting blurry and I feel the stab of another spike going into my left leg. A moan of pain escapes my lips and the bomb has become too heavy for my arm to carry. With whatever I have left in me, I throw it in the general direction of the elevators and I black out as a light consumes my body.

September 11, 4153

I see my tattered journal being closed and words being said. My body is floating above peoples hands in a fancy bed. They cover me with a lid and bury me deep in the ground. When they are done with their depressing music and sighs and sobs, I float down to see what they have written on my stone.

“Here lies the warrior who saved us all from ignorance, laziness, and certain doom. May you forever flourish in the next world.”