By: Gigi Grande
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What to Know
When you first encounter Lost Boy, he seems to be stuck in a daze but if you stay for longer and look at him, he will put “fearless” up to the test against your greatest fear and he will slowly devour all of the fears of the fearless teenager and will leave an empty husk. But for children, they are sent to an infinite happy land, because Lost Boy feels bad for children. Lost Boy preys on people that claim they are “fearless,” such as most teenagers. Sometimes, Lost Boy takes small children that are abused or treated poorly to his “Wonderland,” which is the infinite dream. He takes the child to his home and gains their trust and eventually grabs their soul and puts the child in a perfect world much like Neverland.
–Lost Boy is 7-ft. Tall and is a mixture of purples and pinks and some green but sometimes it can drain all of its color making itself transparent.
–Its eyes are pitch-black and its upper jaw goes out of his face.
Diary Entry No. 1 4/3/64
Today while I was picking berries for everyone back at the orphanage, a tall bony figure appeared right in front of me. I offered to give it some berries but it didn’t want any. I tried communicating with it but I could only make out slight mumbles, which I couldn’t understand. I figured it couldn’t speak and was lost. I think I’ll call him Lost Boy. When I had enough berries, I started to walk back to the orphanage but Lost Boy stopped me; his distorted arms gestured for me to follow him. At first I was hesitant to go, but I’m sure I can trust Lost Boy because he hasn’t said anything mean about my burn so far! I had all the ingredients I needed to make a pie. I hope he has an oven at his house. I’ll write more later.
Diary Entry No. 2 4/3/64
I’m back because Lost Boy went somewhere and is making me wait under a cool willow tree so I started to snack on some of the berries. The burn on my face started to sting again I wonder why Miss Purple Berry poured boiling water on my face. She must’ve had a reason. Oops, I’m getting off topic again. I started to braid my hair, or, try to braid my hair. Everyone will be so happy when I make a pie for everyone. When Lost Boy came back, he had a bunch of buttercups! My favorite type of flower. Maybe the pie will taste better if I add buttercups!
Diary Entry No. 3 4/3/1864
My basket was getting very heavy but Lost Boy offered to hold it. So far Lost Boy is being very nice to me! While we were walking to Lost Boy’s home it was getting rather hot so I headed towards a nearby pond and went to wash my face but Lost Boy looked puzzled. Did he not know what water was? I decided he might have been scared of the water so I wanted to help him overcome his fear so I splashed him with water but something very weird happened. Lost Boy lifted his head calmly and froze the water straight out of the air and when they hit the ground it shattered. I got out of the pond and we continued walking to the house. How far is it? I thought, but Lost Boy mumbled “Here” in a very distorted voice. When I went inside and looked around for an oven but instead Lost Boy ate everything in my basket! At first I was mad but when Lost Boy spit them out, it was a pie! He was the oven! Lost Boy is so nice! I think I’ll take a nap before I walk back to the orphanage.