Regards

 Prologue: 

The first thing that happened was the message. I didn't see it coming then, I thought is was just your standard chain message meant to creep you out. ''Boy, was I wrong. ''First it's the message, then you have about 14 days to live. This is my journal, and I am on my '''last day. Beware the Messenger..'''

 Chapter 1: The Jamagram 

DAY 1

It was over that day. School that is, but you what you will read about is only just beginning.

I limped into my room and almost fell onto my chair, before instantly tapping the power button to my computer, I opened chrome and went to play Animal Jam, when I opened my Jamagrams, I had a jamagram... it wasn't a normal one. I ignored that one because I figured it was a scam... well, almost. Not before I caught the first word. "Regards?" I muttered to myself as I curiously clicked back into my mail icon. I would do anything if it meant I could go back in time and turn off my computer, never to play that wretched game again. No one else was in my house, and at the time, I was no older than 14. I had no Idea what was coming. Before I could stop myself, I started reading:

' Soon you will die, Soon we all will. The sun will burn up in a billion years. This fine land won't last forever. Everyday you wake up and hoping for a happy day you are a day closer to death Farewell, young one. '

At this point I was feeling pretty mixed emotions, kind of intrigued, creeped out, and one feeling that something wasn't right. Then I saw it, right in the corner, too tiny to be a sticker (in fact this jamagram didn't have one) it looked like some sort of animal. I moved my mouse to X-out of my mail box when I realized something. My mouse hovered over the animal-thing... and it lit up. As in, I could click it, but when it lit up... the animal was much more vivid. It was this moment when I was convinced it wasn't an animal at all.

 Chapter 2: Decavarmint, the messenger 

DAY 4

I was shocked and my hands were trembling. It's been four days, ''I'm hallucinating, it's nothing but something to creep me out. ''I thought trying to calm myself. It was the weekend, and I had gotten another jamagram. If you had known me, you know that I love riddles, but today that was both a blessing and a curse. This jamagram was from the same person, who I had forgot to mention. It always said that it was on. Every time I tried to follow him to ask why it sends me those jamagrams, it takes me to an empty world coincidentally called Cerberus. The animal from the mythical underworld, a three-headed hell-hound. Then, it kicks me out. I don't have time for this, the day is ending soon, and then so will I. The next jamagram said,

' The sun is just a star, burning and eventually burning out. Soon, will the fourteenth day come and you will become that star. Old, and eventually gone, but not peacefully. '

I'll admit that one wasn't very cryptic, but it still shook me, and I collapsed when I realized what it meant. I wanted to scream and yell "NO!" but I couldn't... all I could do was cry, until I had nothing left. It was weird, and you might be asking why I was crying over this, I mean I know that you probably know that this meant I was going to die in a few days. However, once I finished reading, this is what I saw. My mouse almost instantly glitching over to the "animal" again, but this time it was bigger, even more vivid. Something took over me, like being possessed, and my fingers flew over to the mouse pad, clicking on that- that thing, and a screen popped up. Before I could close the lid on my laptop, excruciating pain seemed to fly in a black mass from my computer... to my body. That was when I collapsed, a little after seeing the new screen which was my animal, in Cerberus, using the "sleep" motion; right next to the creature with a few words scratched in blood below it.

"Decavarmint the messenger."

 Chapter 3: Mail 

DAY 7

A few days earlier I realized there was a pattern happening every day. I would be in my room at this time of day, doing homework (although it wouldn't hardly matter since I would be dead in a few days anyway.) and it always happened when I was alone. I would feel an unbearable pain somewhere in my body, and then that part would fade into a gray-blue after half an hour of suffering. I tried to tell people about what was happening, but all they saw was a perfectly healthy boy, trying to get attention. It was like there was nothing wrong in their eyes, they physically couldn't see it. When I tried to show them the messages, they would fade into "nice" messages asking if I wanted to trade, or telling me they liked my den. This wasn't half as bad. Every time I tried to expose the messenger, the part I was exposing (if it was of my body) would start to fade even more, or if I was trying to expose the messages, one of my animals would change into a bloody, broken-boned figure. Then when I tried to use them... a message would pop up:

''' This animal cannot be used because it has died. '''

Day 7 of this routine was the day I got another message, but not on animal jam. I got this one...through the mail. On the outside it was neat and said it was from one of my friends, Jess, and I was kind of let down because, she was my crush in school. To hear from her before I would die in a few days, would be excruciating, but that was the point. As I opened it, I had a horrible realization... it was not from Jess. ''How did he know her name?! ''I thought alarmed and scared for Jess. The message was in blood, it said:

' I foun D J E ss for you. She'll be joining you when you're de A d. Keep in touch, Brian, before you Die too. '

This one took me a while, and then I figured it out. I looked at the letters that weren't supposed to be capitalized. ''It killed Jess... and I am touching her blood.''

 Chapter 4: The Reason 

DAY 10

At this point you may be wondering how this happened, why the messenger chose me. Well, it didn't. It didn't choose me. I was already chosen, pre-chosen to be exact. It's always every 10-12 years when another person is chosen. It isn't random, it always depends on what you do. You start out 'extremely engaged in this trap that we call animal jam. Slowly, you will play less and less, but it's not your choice if you've been chosen, no, they want you to think it is. This happens because the times that you may wear headphones or start playing something with sound, it pulls you farther away... until. Until,  it's satisfied, then the next time, it send strange, unknown frequencies that almost instantly' pull you back in. As if, someone just shoved you into a virtual sleep that you can't wake up from. That day, is day one and so on. Day ten is when the messenger shows you why. Oh no, it's almost midnight. I have to show you all I can in this journal before I can't anymore. All you need to know, is that this happens to anyone, anyone can be pre-chosen within the limits. I have until midnight to live on the 14th day, when the darkness take over, and something inside you beckons Decavarmint, and he comes to finish the job. That little part inside you, starts to kill you.

 Chapter 5: The End 

MIDNIGHT ON DAY  14 

I can barely write because the sensation has already called the Decavarment. My limbs are going numb.

The last thing I want to leave you with, here at about 11:52 p.m., the fact that you need to pull away. It is this time on day 14 that I have found the only way to save innocent people's lives. However, first I must inform you of a few things. This reminds me, I only have one minute left, the only way to save yourself in this situation... the only way to save others in this situation...
 * 1) Never try to find the Decavarmint outside of the game.
 * 2) Always try to be around people, it will save some of the pain, however, might increase suffering.
 * 3) Never, EVER try to get rid of your computer. Consequences will follow.
 * 4) Always try to separate yourself from animaljam, even when the temptation is stronger than any animal.
 * 5) Last but not least, don't hold in your emotions. Writr everything down like I am. Cry real tears, and relieve some part of your suffering. Have real happiness, even when you know you're gonna die. Live your life to the fullest... even when you only have two weeks. Write it all down, and someday, you might help someone.

 EPILOGUE: 

~the rest is covered in the blood of 14-15 year old Brian Smith~

"You said you would give me answers, I wanted ANSWERS!" screamed a grieving mother who had supposedly lost her son to an assault.

"We're doing the best we can Mrs.-"

~Mrs. Smith holds up a journal that had belonged to her son~

"IS THIS NOT ENOUGH?! SOME- SOME THING MADE HIM WRITE THIS!" she screamed her eyes welling up with angry, mournful tears.

"Mrs. Smith, please calm down, we know you are experiencing griev-"

"CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN?! MY SON HAS BEEN MURDERED, AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO 'CALM DOWN?!'"

"We'll file a report and do a blood test." said the now slightly scared cop.

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FILE REPORT #126

OBJECTIVE: A boy was murdered on 137th street. Blood tests come back negative.

POSSIBLE SUSPECTS: An assault with the alias of "Decavarment the Messenger."

BLOOD TEST RESULTS:

Brian Smith: Blood type B+ found near and fresh on the pages of his journal at 1:04 a.m.

Animal blood: Flakes of blood from a dead, decaying animal found around the victim's room. Unknown blood type, and from a species of varmint. (possibly mutated)

AUTOPSY: BNF (body not found)

SEARCH PARTY? ( Yes ) No

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 CREDITS:  Thanks for reading! Comment if you want a sequel!  HUGE thanks to JAKUB344 for the inspiration behind this story! Also and  HUGE  thanks to BlackDragonKid the collab, these two are AMAZING! I couldn't finish this story without them. Finally, a HUGE thanks to all of YOU  for reading and liking this story! Thanks again!

~Thefoundjammer0