Entry Number Fourteen.

I think it's safe to say that Doc has officially lost his mind. He came back to camp today yelling about something. I covered the vines first, I don't want to make him angry, and then I went out to greet him. Apparently he found a "talking tree" named "Old Jim". It obviously wasn't true, but I humored him.

Apparently there are only two of these trees left in the Jungle, Old Jim and Julia. Apparently all of their names began with J back in the day: another reason why I think Doc's lost it. Doc and Old Jim allegedly had a very enlightening conversation about forest fires, and then Doc came back.

You see why I say he's lost his mind, although... maybe, just maybe, he's not the only one.

Long Live the nHo,

BDoubleO100.

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The parrot dived from the tree, flapping wildly in Scar's face. He squawked himself, startled, trying to bat it away. Eventually he got the bird to leave him alone, enough to have his sight cleared. He sighed heavily when the main thing he saw was Doc trying to suppress his laughter. Scar cut him off with a glare.

"Alright, angry eyebrows" Doc sighed, lightly elbowing Scar. "I'll lay off it."

"I swear, if this Jungle isn't trying to kill us, it's trying to humiliate me! Since when was I the butt of every joke?" Scar ranted as the two continued walking. "I-"

"Stop."

"Don't-!"

"No, seriously. Stop. I think I recognise this place." Doc ordered, blocking Scar with his hand.

"How!? You've never been in this jungle before!" Scar asked, confused.

"I think this is that Jungle. And it's entirely beside the point anyway. I think we're near... yes... this way!" Doc answered, before heading off into the underbrush, putting his trident away.

"Doc! Wait! Stop! What are you doing!?" Scar called, chasing after him. Doc led the two on a path through the trees that had clearly been trod before by someone with as long a stride as Doc's. Scar darted quickly behind, trying to get Doc to pretty please explain what in the name of all the Vex hold dear was going on. Despite this, Doc simply continued.

"Here we are. Someone who... can... help..." Doc trailed off as he brought the two of them to a clear patch with only one tree in it. Or, rather, what remained of one tree. It was scarred and torn, the branches snapped off and scattered around. Fungus had begun to take hold on the bark, and the few remaining leaves were wilted and brown. "No... Why?" Doc gasped, struggling to process what exactly he was looking at.

"What... what is it?"

"This was Old Jim. He was a friend in the Jungle, when nobody else was. I... he's..." Doc trailed off again, a solitary tear falling down from his face.

"Oh... I'm sorry." Scar gasped, putting a hand on Doc's shoulder to comfort him. "Hey, what's that over there?" He pointed out, nodding to some tracks on the other side of the tree.

"They're... they're Fluffy's tracks." Doc realised. "Your pet did this, Scar."

"What? No! Fluffy would never!" Scar yelled, suddenly defensive as a shadow flickered over his eyes.

"Here's your evidence!" Doc shouted in reply, gesturing wildly at the tracks.

"No! No, no, no, no, no-" Scar broke off in a choked sob, covering his ears. "Fluffy's kind, and wonderful, and he would never do that! Never!"

"Snap out of it, Scar. It did." Doc replied flatly, folding his arms.

"No..." Scar gasped.

"Get up. We're going." Doc continued, coldly.

The two followed the trail in an uneasy silence, Doc occasionally casting wary glances at Scar, who now walked with a nervous shake in his breath and step, as if something in him had been unexpectedly shattered.

Good news! We're almost to the first big climaxy actiony bit! Less than a month away, following this update schedule! Or something! I'm trying not to comment in a mysterious way about what happened in this chapter! Yay!

I've been Entropy, peace out from the present!