We're at a government facility

The National American Space Agency is what they call it

And my comrades are planning on breaking in...

Luckily, I just unlocked the back door, because I still had the key, before I quit my job

That guy still doesn't like me, And I tell him, chill man, accept that I'm sexy

Nevertheless we would sneak through my old workplace to that one secret door that I'm not allowed in, luckily, I don't work there anymore, so I can't get fired for breaking in

Its called "Sector 40" where they keep the thingies people call SCPs

Soon, we find the location where they find the XZES

Sadly, we were spotted and we were in deep

The XZES themselves are trapped in cages, along with other various alien tech, and we would continue are rescue mission by breaking open the cages with all the XZES are in, people trapped in pods put to sleep

Soon, a team of guards would come in and start shooting at us, and we all ran for cover

We fought, but the most prominent thing I can remember is using an alien stick and deflecting a few bullets, while protecting red head, and since that, she now has a thing for me for sure, which further pisses off the guy, that guy is really bothering me

Soon, our one of friend dies as we make it out, and everyone mourns over his death

Too bad he was a was feeling like a disposable character and I wasn't really invested in him

That guy found me heartless, but red head backs me up by saying I'm incapable of feeling emotions because of my tragic back story, making me unattached but a cool headed badass 

I don't know what the hell she's talking about, the only tragic back story I have is my aunt changing the internet password

And the only reason why I'm wearing edgy clothing like a black hooded trenchcoat was because it looked cool

Otherwise, I'm actually really happy right now, I feel it would be boring of me to sit around and be really only reactive to the narrative, rather than be proactive and push it

Though technically, I AM sitting around and only react to stuff, but I want my aunt's internet, so I guess I have a narrative

I'm pretty convinced that I'm a dude in a science fiction action novel right now, that uploads whenever I make a diary entry

And I'm basically god because I'm the main character or something, and this whole world is probably fictional so far

Like, I can tell by suddenly looking into that mirror before describing how I look, which by the way, I have black hair, and has a tanned scratched up face, with a leather black trenchcoat, thanks to that mirror, you see what I mean? That mirror cliche plagues novels and is just a lazy way of describing a main character through a first person perspective 

I mean, that's what I'm assuming right now, nevertheless, redhead won't stop following me, because she totally has a thing for me now... Nonetheless, she sits next to me and says her name is rose

I didn't really care, but I did find it funny because her name is Rose and her hair is red

To follow with the whole theme, I said my name was Darkie as a joke.

She sincerely believed my name was Darkie!

What the hell?

Talking to myself, To answer the "will they get together" question with me and Rosie, I'll say no, I'm not really into her, and I don't wanna piss off the guy, which imma name Danny

So yeah, thats a thing

There was that one instance where I walked in on her naked

Normally I was expecting to get punched in the face, but I just kinda immediately shut the door, and trued to forget that ever happened

As to avoid this situation from getting any more kinky than what it wouldn't really be

So yeah, end of entry Seventeen