Logical's Pov:
As I was putting my black knee-length dress into the washing machine, my phone buzzed. I put in the detergent and everything else necessary to properly clean the party dress. I quickly pressed the start button and rushed to my phone to see that someone texted in the chatroom. "Maybe Crystal wanted to give some positive comments for the party." I said to myself as I opened the group chat.

It wasn't from Crystal Sheep but, rather from ExplodingTNT who rarely began any conversation in these chats. He text seemed urgent as I read through it, I dropped my phone once I finished reading. "N-No, that can't be. We kept i-it safe, how could it disappear o-out of thin air?" I asked, a hand to my mouth as I gasped. My 'Dream Journal' is highly dangerous to anyone and can be used to raise criminality almost anywhere.

I don't want anyone to be the next 'Dream Writer' or anyone to be my next puppeteer. I picked up my phone since it buzzed again meaning someone responded. 'WHAT?! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? WE LOCKED IT AWAY!' Failboat responded, his shock and anger clearly being shown through those sentences. I was scared to say the least, I couldn't respond because maybe they think I stole or gave it to someone on purpose. After all, some evil might still be inside me just hidden and locked away. Exactly like the journal expect this time, the journal is missing!

'Calm down, FB. We have figure out ways the journal could have gone missing.' Pink Sheep texted, it's relaxing to see that he has some type of fatherly personality inside him. 'Yeah, you're scaring TNT and I don't think boyfriends do that.' Purple Shep texted, clearly going on his father's side. A timer ringed and I realized I had to take my dress out of the washing machine but, I couldn't stop thinking about the problem at hand.

I opened the door to the machine and grabbed my phone again. I was hesitant but, decided to text a possible way the journal could have disappered. 'Guys...what about the yard sale? That hooded person seemed really shady..' I texted, hoping this would calm down everyone and give someone an idea. 'That actually makes sense, she really was secretative and when I greeted her...she said nothing. As if she lost her voice, she pointed to a box I put outside. She paid for it and didn't say a word, couldn't even see her face.' TNT explained, I realized that this women could be our only hope.

How come the bad stuff always happens to such good people? This town just has bad luck!