THM05
RECEIPT #005
FILED UNDER: DINER-THM
DATE: 11/25/95
EMPLOYEE #1313
Thank God Red was okay while we were stuck in rainy-ass, gloomy-ass, ass-ass, Ass-toria. I mean, of course, she can handle herself or whatever. That was never my concern. But, like, Umbra is a nasty piece of work. I wonder if he was kept busy dealing with Pleasant and Padre's latest scheme or if all the scribble sigils I made for her worked. Either way, we're back, and we can get back to our sleepovers. Which we probably would've done, Umbra or no Umbra, because well… I guess you could say we're something of a thing now.
I know, it's crazy, right? But with all the stress of having to evacuate and with a sword of Damocles hanging over everyone, well, I had to let her know how I felt and whatever. So, yeah. Uh, but anyway, I guess this is supposed to be about Umbra, right? Like I said, Red didn't see him in person, in paralysis, or in her dreams, so he was either busy, or we were able to keep him at bay somehow. As good as I am, I'm sure it was the former and not the latter. Though with Andrews dined and dealt with, I'm sure he'll start showing his ugly mug again.
Also, yeah, with the whole stress of the impending doom, or whatever, Red didn't really have a chance to look into what Umbra's after. Not that I think it's a particularly good idea to mess around with that stuff. Who knows what that creepazoid Clemens left for her. Well, actually, she hasn't really slept much at all the past week. Maybe that has the most to do with Umbra not showing up. Definitely not a long-term solution. Maybe grandpa's figured out a way to put a stop to this by now. Eh, either way, I won't complain if I have to spend more time with my new girlfriend.