"Ranboo..."

"Ranboo..."

"Ranboo..?"

"Ranboo?"

"RANBOO YOU SON OF A GUN STOP SPACING OUT AND PAY ATTENTION TO ME-"

"Huh?" I blinked, coming out of my trance, and faced the person who had yelled. It was a girl, about 5'6, slightly tan face turning pink from exertion, her breathing heavy.

I tilted my head to the side, confused. "How do you know my name? Have we met?"

This only seemed to make her more exasperated. "Ranboo, for all the god's sakes, this has to stop happening."

"Um, I'm sorry?" I apologised, although my tone seemed more like I was asking a question.

She just shook her head at this, 'tsk'ing as she handed me a worn leather book. "Just read the last few entries, and page 17." She opened the book to the aforementioned page. 

I glanced down, my eyes skimming the scribbled script.

Dear diary,

It happened again.

I came to in the forest with no memory of who I am, who I was.

I still dont quite remember, but this book, that I must've written before, has filled in a few of the blanks.

Y/n found me in that forest.

She helped me, brought me here, to her house, and made me the best meal that I can ever remember having, although it's the only one that I can remember. 

If you're reading this, then you've forgotten.

Y/n is trustworthy. Stay with her.

She'll keep you safe.

~~~~~~~~~~

LMAO

Why th did anyone read this

I mean

Thanks

But wtf

Also btw my Y/n is basically an OC that I was too lazy to develop

If you don't like how I made her look (she uses she/her pronouns, but can also go by they/them - if anyone wants a he/him version, just lmk), just change it in your mind.