I'm so glad I found The Sleepwalker when I did. It was because of her that I found The Vision. She told me that she saw in a dream of hers, she saw The Vision in a house in New Jersey. Sure enough, we found her there. She said nothing to me, even when I had my knife pointed at her, which was mostly a gesture to show I wasn't afraid of her. The Sleepwalker had two handguns pointed at her, again mostly pointless. For a crazy 14-year old girl, she sure is packing heat.
She said nothing to me, she simply pointed to my head, and tapped it, and I fell backwards. Instantly, I saw several things. Elise giving birth. A double hourglass carved in a burnt rose garden. Sylvia's dead body. A shotgun. Darkness. My own hands, covered in blood. The Archangel, holding Cat by the tail. Whether she was alive, I couldn't tell. Tyrone dying right in front of me. A large snowbank. A patchwork vulture standing on a skeleton. Several other flashes of things I couldn't quite comprehend. I then blacked out. Ah well, I'm not going to muse on those things too much, I know how The Vision works.
When I came to, there was a note lying on the floor. It read "yOuR sUsPiCiOnS aRe TrUe." And I guess it was written by the vision. I suppose it was difficult to write with those massive claws. So this meant she was working with The Archangel.
Afterwards, I called up Mistress to tell her about my findings. When I finished, I asked her if I could come back to The Tower. She said no. Apparently, because of this, this means that I have to FIND ALL THE OTHER HYPOTHETICAL FEARS AND MAKE SURE THE SAME THING DOESN'T HAPPEN FUCKING HELL.
At least The Sleepwalker's willing to see it through with me. So now I'm off to find them, any of them. Lydia, if you know where any of them are, please let me know. It would make my life SO much easier.
~Thompson out.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Thursday, December 26, 2013
The Sleepwalker
Merry fucking Christmas to anyone who still bothers reading this blog. I should be at the Tower with my girlfriend and friends, but no, instead, I'm listening to the Wallflowers in my Prius with a sleeping 14-year old girl in the back.
It all started back on the 22nd. Elise called me. She was crying. "Baby, what's wrong?" I asked. The next words freaked me the fuck out.
"I'm pregnant." She replied, and that was all. We were both silent for several minutes, but after a little while my brain went out of it and I ensured her I would stick with her and all that. I haven't heard from her since.
On the 23rd, I was trailing another possible lead, this time from the Blind Man himself, when I found a girl sitting on the steps of a house in the middle of Brooklyn.
"Are you okay?" I asked her, as she was slowly rocking back and forth, her eyes wide open.
"Who, me? Me, who? Yes you? How do you do?" She asked me, looking me dead in the face.
"Uh......I'm fine. What's your name?" I asked her.
"Sleepwalker is what they call me."
I had heard of the The Sleepwalker. The only successful runner from the Grotesque. She was of folklore and legend in the Doll community, and no one knew much about her. In fact, we all thought she was a he until then.
"Your name is? Name is yours?" She asked me.
"Daniel." I replied.
"Daniel is your name. Your name is Daniel. That's a good name. A good name is that." She replied.
This chick is utterly fucking insane.
"What are you afraid of?" She suddenly asked me.
"I'm a Willing Doll." I replied concisely, knowing what she was getting at. "Look, have you seen The Vision around?"
"Many visions I have seen, but none of her. Her of none, the visions but I have seen many." Jesus.
"Okay.....have you seen any Scions?" I asked her.
"Many I have seen, and I have seen many. Along with the cult, the cult along with." She replied. Fuck, the timberwolves seem to be working with her.
"Where did you see them?" I questioned her.
"The park in the central. In the Central Park." She responded. "I can lead you. You can lead I."
"Come on, then." I helped her up, and I then drove to Manhatten with her. She lead me to the exact spot. Nothing.
But since then I've been getting quite a few leads to Scions, haven't found any yet, but she's started traveling with me. Can't say I exactly mind the company.
We even had a little Christmas. I gave her an old Genesis CD, and she gave me a pair of socks that she swore were magical. She may be insane, but I don't mind her.
~Thompson out.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Non-stop
I've been barely stopping to sleep. I need to find the goddamn Vision, but I don't seem to be finding a single FUCKING CLUE and it's driving me INSANE.
What's more, the Blind Man told me that the Archivist wasn't actually one, but rather, a SCION. A FUCKING SCION. They're looking for her now and seeing if they can get any leads on things.
I have to keep looking too.
~Thompson out.
EDIT: I really with I could go with him.....not hearing from him for long stretches like this worries me, especially considering how he is these days.....
~Elise
What's more, the Blind Man told me that the Archivist wasn't actually one, but rather, a SCION. A FUCKING SCION. They're looking for her now and seeing if they can get any leads on things.
I have to keep looking too.
~Thompson out.
EDIT: I really with I could go with him.....not hearing from him for long stretches like this worries me, especially considering how he is these days.....
~Elise
Friday, December 13, 2013
What a visionary
Hoo boy, has it been a while since I've updated here! I just haven't seen the need to, nothing's really been....happening recently. We've been rebuilding everything, mostly our forces, and we have about 100 new Willing Dolls running around the tower. (Mistress just had to take over a Fourth Grade Class on a field trip, so now Luna is head of the Munchkin brigade, and they are ANNOYING) and I've been learning how to drive from Elise. I've gotten my licence from the Archive and everything.
But not today. Mistress called me into her room, and when a conversation opens with "I've been noticing you've been acting a bit testy recently" you know something either very good or very bad is going to happen.
"Yes, I have." I responded truthfully.
"Why is that?" She asked in the current southwestern drawl everybody hates so much.
"Because I haven't been assigned to anything, I just find myself doing completely asinine tasks around the tower day in and day out." I learned a long time ago not to sugarcoat things when dealing with Mistress.
"Well you're lucky then. You see, I have a job for you to do. I was originally going to ask Tyrone to do it, but since you seem so eager.....whatever. Basically, one of the Fear candidates has been elevated by the Archive to Fear status."
"Which one?" I asked.
"The Vision." She responded. Oh fucking shit, HER. Out of all of them, it had to be her. It just HAD to be. "So I want you to find out why."
"Got it." I said.
So long story short, I got a Prius (fucking priuses) and went off looking for The Vision, and I'm currently in a motel in the middle of FUCKING NOWHERE BECAUSE SOME BITCH-ASS ARCHIVIST SAID SHE MIGHT BE HERE AND man I'm tired. I'm gonna sleep.
~Thompson out.
EDIT: In case you haven't noticed, he's gotten a bit....crazier since the last time he posted here. I've been trying to keep him stablized with asinine tasks to try to calm the crazy a bit, but I can see I failed.
Nothing to do now but sit back and watch the roller coaster.....oh dear.
~Elise out.
But not today. Mistress called me into her room, and when a conversation opens with "I've been noticing you've been acting a bit testy recently" you know something either very good or very bad is going to happen.
"Yes, I have." I responded truthfully.
"Why is that?" She asked in the current southwestern drawl everybody hates so much.
"Because I haven't been assigned to anything, I just find myself doing completely asinine tasks around the tower day in and day out." I learned a long time ago not to sugarcoat things when dealing with Mistress.
"Well you're lucky then. You see, I have a job for you to do. I was originally going to ask Tyrone to do it, but since you seem so eager.....whatever. Basically, one of the Fear candidates has been elevated by the Archive to Fear status."
"Which one?" I asked.
"The Vision." She responded. Oh fucking shit, HER. Out of all of them, it had to be her. It just HAD to be. "So I want you to find out why."
"Got it." I said.
So long story short, I got a Prius (fucking priuses) and went off looking for The Vision, and I'm currently in a motel in the middle of FUCKING NOWHERE BECAUSE SOME BITCH-ASS ARCHIVIST SAID SHE MIGHT BE HERE AND man I'm tired. I'm gonna sleep.
~Thompson out.
EDIT: In case you haven't noticed, he's gotten a bit....crazier since the last time he posted here. I've been trying to keep him stablized with asinine tasks to try to calm the crazy a bit, but I can see I failed.
Nothing to do now but sit back and watch the roller coaster.....oh dear.
~Elise out.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
I'm done with this Timey-wimey bullshit.
So I was gone for 2 weeks. But I was only gone for 12 hours.
Fucking eldritch time bullshit.
Anyways, allow me to explain some things.
First off, this post deals very heavily with the alternate Fears, so I'll post a handy chart of which one is which here.
The Archangel = The Reaper
The Black Dog = The Dark Hound
The Blind Man = The Sightless Seer
The Brute = The Chained
The Burning Bride = The Veil
The Choir = The Spoken
The Cold Boy = The Snowman
The Convocation = The Hawks
The Dying Man = The Broken
EAT = The Condition
The Empty City = R'lyeh (Ironic, isn't it)
The Eye = The Constable
The Grotesque = The Sleepers
The Intrusion = The Crawlers
The Manufactured Newborn = The Toy
The Mother of Snakes = The Temptress
The Nightlanders = The Shadows
The Plague Doctor = The Virus
The Quiet = The Consumption
The Rake = The Claw
The Red Cap = The Blood
The Slender Man = The Faceless
The Smiling Man = The Deranged
The Unnamed Child = The Forgotten
The Wooden Girl = The Controller
Keep all that in mind while reading this, because I'll be referring to them as such.
Anyways, it all began when I took my knife and went in search of The City Core. Since the City was shaken with constant earthquakes, this made walking through it a tricky business. One misstep and I could be sent careening into an endless fissure. It's times like that when you wish you knew how to drive, but since Sol's promised to teach me how to do so soon, it's not all bad.
It was weird, though, walking through the Empty City when it was, you know, empty. There are usually Nightlanders everywhere, but not this time. Everything was still. Except the fucking ground. It was unnerving as all shit.
Anyways, after about an hour of aimlessly wandering and almost plunging into random fissures to my doom, I reached my destination. A small building that was really just a door and three walls. I entered, walking down the gloomy, dark staircase like I did for analysis several months ago. It was so foreign and odd though, to be back in a place like this.
I got into the main room and was shocked to see what I saw. It was bound. There was a door with large tendrils out of it, grabbing the main core, trying to rip it from it's place. This was R'lyeh, trying to remove The Core from it's place and destroy it. Instinctually, I began cutting the tendrils with my knife, but it wasn't amounting to much. A large tendril came out of the door and smashed me away, a door to R'lyeh opening behind me, and I was thrown into the fray.
The good news is I found where everyone was. The bad news is I crashed head-on into the Virus, who was busy poisoning several Oathbreakers who was trying to protect the Plague Doctor. Fortunately, I crashed into his back, so I was able to slink off before he found me.
I saw Dawson, Lydia, and several other recognizable proxies fighting off the droves of others that survived the last battles, as well as their masters themselves. I could pick out The Slender Man fighting with The Claw, but not much else. I took some time very violently bashing two fake Timberwolf's heads together.
What happened next defied all logic and reason.
The Screaming Tower dropped out of the fucking sky and landed just yards away from where I was standing, obviously crushing anything underneath. Two Nests cheered loudly about them crushing The Blood, or "The Wicked Witch of The East" before being consumed rather gruesomely by a swarm of Crawlers.
All of a sudden, I heard someone yelling, and Mistress burst forth from the Tower with all the Dolls in tow. Like, she literally blew the doors off with explosives for reasons I'll never quite understand, and the fray intensified. I found myself back to back with Tyrone, who was wielding a baseball bat quite proficiently, and between his bludgeoning and my slicing, we were causing a rather nice shower of blood on us. I just wish my trilby was easier to wash.
Somewhere it was said that The Temptress was dead, as was The Dark Hound, leaving 22 remaining. Not a single Fear on our side had died.....until Mistress bit the dust. But barely missing a beat, she popped out of a Doll and continued fighting.
As I was taking great pleasure of slowly murdering a surviving fake Blood Vessel (Or maybe it was on my side, I wasn't particularly picky about killing Blood Vessels) The Quiet/Consumption made an appearance. And began fighting each other.
No, you didn't read that wrong. The Quiet was fighting itself. It's passive, too. I don't get it either, but it was causing a rather large amount of pandemonium as everyone was trying to escape the Vortex. Except two people. The Archangel and The Reaper. Uncaringly, they were fighting, and unexpectedly, they were sucked into the Quiet. The both of them.
The Reaper died instantly, but Archie grabbed onto a streetpole and held fast. Mistress, oddly enough, went over to grab him, when she could've just left him. Everyone stopped and looked at this. Mortal enemies, wanting to kill each other every second of the day, were now trying to save each other.
In the end, Archie failed to hold on and Mistress only got his gas mask. He fell into the void, and anyone dumb enough to look at the body had their flesh burnt off. Mistress was able to escape by way of strings.
She gave the mask to Dawson, who fell on his knees praying. Now that there were considerably less people to fight, it was easier to move around.
One thing I noticed suddenly was a significant absence of the Choir. And Elise. This bothered me, as I wasn't sure if she was even alive or not. I stopped for a moment and mused on the fact that I was watching The Unnamed Child brutally stomp out The Toy and loving every second of it.
I noticed the Spoken were fucking shit up with tanks, then The Manufactured Newborn took over their tank and blew themselves up with it. I didn't remember him being able to do that.
At this point, there were several who had died, yet none (Other than good old Archie) had died on our side.
The ones still alive were:
The Sightless Seer
The Chained
The Veil
Some of The Hawks
The Snowman
Some of The Broken
Some of The Condition
R'lyeh (Obviously)
The Constable
The Sleepers
A handful of The Crawlers (The Convocation were having fun with them)
The Shadows
The Virus
The Consumption
The Claw
The Deranged
The Forgotten
The Controller
17 alternate Fears left.
After fighting my way through some fake timberwolves who were too busy blubbering over their dead master to fight, I watched The Snowman and The Cold Boy fight. They were having a snowball fight, packing as much ice and rock into each one, and I couldn't help but laugh. That ended rather quickly when The Burning Bride walked up to The Snowman and gave him a bear hug. I saw some things in the following seconds that I can't describe and frankly, wouldn't even if I could.
Fighting my way over to Mistress, I saw several broken, discarded shells of her body strewn where she was fighting with The Controller. She was losing, but I also noticed several bodies of The Controller. I moved on, knowing my gawking would only lead to my demise.
I felt claws graze my back. I turned around and was staring right at The Claw.
Have you ever had a knife fight with The Rake? I dunno, some of you might've. But it's interesting. Especially when Darren comes up from behind and beats him over the head with a mop. Yeah, he was torn to shreds, but it was interesting to watch. I took that opportunity to tear The Claw a new one. No, seriously, I shoved it up his ass and cut upwards, eventually carving him up like a Thanksgiving Turkey. Never thought I could kill a Fear, but I managed.
The Eye and The Constable were having laser eye battles in the sky, and I noticed neither of them had good aim. I watched The Eye evaporate a Rose Bride out of the blue. I turned my attention to more important matters, like the fact that there were a flock of Eagles attacking a prehistoric dragonfly not even 10 yards away from me.
America, motherfuckers.
A huge explosion rocked R'lyeh, and I looked over to see what it was. Apparently when The Plague Doctor dies, he explodes germs. Or maybe that was the manner he died. I dunno. All I knew was the fact that the Virus was dead, and The Plague Doctor walked slowly out of a cloud of germs.
An explosion in the sky. I knew we were winning at that point, as I watched the cracked, dry eyeball of The Constable fall and smash against the ground, eye filling going everywhere.
A Grotesque-person rose up from lying on the ground to scream that The Sleepers were killed by The Grotesque.
I could tell we were winning, seeming as how literally just about all the enemy proxies were dead. Here was what was left.
2 or 3 of The Condition
R'lyeh
The Shadows
The Consumption
The Controller
After the The Condition was taken out, I noticed Mistress had tied The Controller to The Screaming Tower. The suction on The Consumption was getting bigger, and doors to The Empty City opened Doors everywhere, and we all flooded the Doors, making sure not to let any of The Shadows in. Then, the tendrils on the Core broke off, and we watched R'lyeh get sucked into the Consumption. There were still some people when R'lyeh got sucked up like a pot noodle, (For example, I watched Lydia save Turnip, who was very disgruntled at losing his book and his glasses) but we couldn't save them. All the doors closed, and then I realized something as The Doors opened to various realms and everyone was filing through the doors.
"Wait a sec! What about The Tower?" I asked her.
"I can answer that." A female voice answered me. Elise was standing behind me, and we kissed as soon as our eyes met. "The Choir and all of us obfuscated a Screaming Tower for Miss Maple and the Dolls to hide in. It was a very odd trojan horse, but it was that that broke through the enemy lines and confused them. The disorientation was when the battle turned tides." And then we kissed again.
"Well, Daniel, I suppose this is it." Dawson walked up to me and shook my hand. "I hate your fucking guts, but it was a good hate." He grinned.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
He just dropped his head. "Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." And pulled the gas mask onto his head.
He swayed a bit, and dropped to the floor. Then he stood up."I'm back, bitches!" he said in the familiar Archangel voice, and then dashed into a Door leading to Bliss. So his power is stored in his gas mask.
Then we went home.
And here I am.
Typing all this out.
And I am tired.
~Thompson out.
Fucking eldritch time bullshit.
Anyways, allow me to explain some things.
First off, this post deals very heavily with the alternate Fears, so I'll post a handy chart of which one is which here.
The Archangel = The Reaper
The Black Dog = The Dark Hound
The Blind Man = The Sightless Seer
The Brute = The Chained
The Burning Bride = The Veil
The Choir = The Spoken
The Cold Boy = The Snowman
The Convocation = The Hawks
The Dying Man = The Broken
EAT = The Condition
The Empty City = R'lyeh (Ironic, isn't it)
The Eye = The Constable
The Grotesque = The Sleepers
The Intrusion = The Crawlers
The Manufactured Newborn = The Toy
The Mother of Snakes = The Temptress
The Nightlanders = The Shadows
The Plague Doctor = The Virus
The Quiet = The Consumption
The Rake = The Claw
The Red Cap = The Blood
The Slender Man = The Faceless
The Smiling Man = The Deranged
The Unnamed Child = The Forgotten
The Wooden Girl = The Controller
Keep all that in mind while reading this, because I'll be referring to them as such.
Anyways, it all began when I took my knife and went in search of The City Core. Since the City was shaken with constant earthquakes, this made walking through it a tricky business. One misstep and I could be sent careening into an endless fissure. It's times like that when you wish you knew how to drive, but since Sol's promised to teach me how to do so soon, it's not all bad.
It was weird, though, walking through the Empty City when it was, you know, empty. There are usually Nightlanders everywhere, but not this time. Everything was still. Except the fucking ground. It was unnerving as all shit.
Anyways, after about an hour of aimlessly wandering and almost plunging into random fissures to my doom, I reached my destination. A small building that was really just a door and three walls. I entered, walking down the gloomy, dark staircase like I did for analysis several months ago. It was so foreign and odd though, to be back in a place like this.
I got into the main room and was shocked to see what I saw. It was bound. There was a door with large tendrils out of it, grabbing the main core, trying to rip it from it's place. This was R'lyeh, trying to remove The Core from it's place and destroy it. Instinctually, I began cutting the tendrils with my knife, but it wasn't amounting to much. A large tendril came out of the door and smashed me away, a door to R'lyeh opening behind me, and I was thrown into the fray.
The good news is I found where everyone was. The bad news is I crashed head-on into the Virus, who was busy poisoning several Oathbreakers who was trying to protect the Plague Doctor. Fortunately, I crashed into his back, so I was able to slink off before he found me.
I saw Dawson, Lydia, and several other recognizable proxies fighting off the droves of others that survived the last battles, as well as their masters themselves. I could pick out The Slender Man fighting with The Claw, but not much else. I took some time very violently bashing two fake Timberwolf's heads together.
What happened next defied all logic and reason.
The Screaming Tower dropped out of the fucking sky and landed just yards away from where I was standing, obviously crushing anything underneath. Two Nests cheered loudly about them crushing The Blood, or "The Wicked Witch of The East" before being consumed rather gruesomely by a swarm of Crawlers.
All of a sudden, I heard someone yelling, and Mistress burst forth from the Tower with all the Dolls in tow. Like, she literally blew the doors off with explosives for reasons I'll never quite understand, and the fray intensified. I found myself back to back with Tyrone, who was wielding a baseball bat quite proficiently, and between his bludgeoning and my slicing, we were causing a rather nice shower of blood on us. I just wish my trilby was easier to wash.
Somewhere it was said that The Temptress was dead, as was The Dark Hound, leaving 22 remaining. Not a single Fear on our side had died.....until Mistress bit the dust. But barely missing a beat, she popped out of a Doll and continued fighting.
As I was taking great pleasure of slowly murdering a surviving fake Blood Vessel (Or maybe it was on my side, I wasn't particularly picky about killing Blood Vessels) The Quiet/Consumption made an appearance. And began fighting each other.
No, you didn't read that wrong. The Quiet was fighting itself. It's passive, too. I don't get it either, but it was causing a rather large amount of pandemonium as everyone was trying to escape the Vortex. Except two people. The Archangel and The Reaper. Uncaringly, they were fighting, and unexpectedly, they were sucked into the Quiet. The both of them.
The Reaper died instantly, but Archie grabbed onto a streetpole and held fast. Mistress, oddly enough, went over to grab him, when she could've just left him. Everyone stopped and looked at this. Mortal enemies, wanting to kill each other every second of the day, were now trying to save each other.
In the end, Archie failed to hold on and Mistress only got his gas mask. He fell into the void, and anyone dumb enough to look at the body had their flesh burnt off. Mistress was able to escape by way of strings.
She gave the mask to Dawson, who fell on his knees praying. Now that there were considerably less people to fight, it was easier to move around.
One thing I noticed suddenly was a significant absence of the Choir. And Elise. This bothered me, as I wasn't sure if she was even alive or not. I stopped for a moment and mused on the fact that I was watching The Unnamed Child brutally stomp out The Toy and loving every second of it.
I noticed the Spoken were fucking shit up with tanks, then The Manufactured Newborn took over their tank and blew themselves up with it. I didn't remember him being able to do that.
At this point, there were several who had died, yet none (Other than good old Archie) had died on our side.
The ones still alive were:
The Sightless Seer
The Chained
The Veil
Some of The Hawks
The Snowman
Some of The Broken
Some of The Condition
R'lyeh (Obviously)
The Constable
The Sleepers
A handful of The Crawlers (The Convocation were having fun with them)
The Shadows
The Virus
The Consumption
The Claw
The Deranged
The Forgotten
The Controller
17 alternate Fears left.
After fighting my way through some fake timberwolves who were too busy blubbering over their dead master to fight, I watched The Snowman and The Cold Boy fight. They were having a snowball fight, packing as much ice and rock into each one, and I couldn't help but laugh. That ended rather quickly when The Burning Bride walked up to The Snowman and gave him a bear hug. I saw some things in the following seconds that I can't describe and frankly, wouldn't even if I could.
Fighting my way over to Mistress, I saw several broken, discarded shells of her body strewn where she was fighting with The Controller. She was losing, but I also noticed several bodies of The Controller. I moved on, knowing my gawking would only lead to my demise.
I felt claws graze my back. I turned around and was staring right at The Claw.
Have you ever had a knife fight with The Rake? I dunno, some of you might've. But it's interesting. Especially when Darren comes up from behind and beats him over the head with a mop. Yeah, he was torn to shreds, but it was interesting to watch. I took that opportunity to tear The Claw a new one. No, seriously, I shoved it up his ass and cut upwards, eventually carving him up like a Thanksgiving Turkey. Never thought I could kill a Fear, but I managed.
The Eye and The Constable were having laser eye battles in the sky, and I noticed neither of them had good aim. I watched The Eye evaporate a Rose Bride out of the blue. I turned my attention to more important matters, like the fact that there were a flock of Eagles attacking a prehistoric dragonfly not even 10 yards away from me.
America, motherfuckers.
A huge explosion rocked R'lyeh, and I looked over to see what it was. Apparently when The Plague Doctor dies, he explodes germs. Or maybe that was the manner he died. I dunno. All I knew was the fact that the Virus was dead, and The Plague Doctor walked slowly out of a cloud of germs.
An explosion in the sky. I knew we were winning at that point, as I watched the cracked, dry eyeball of The Constable fall and smash against the ground, eye filling going everywhere.
A Grotesque-person rose up from lying on the ground to scream that The Sleepers were killed by The Grotesque.
I could tell we were winning, seeming as how literally just about all the enemy proxies were dead. Here was what was left.
2 or 3 of The Condition
R'lyeh
The Shadows
The Consumption
The Controller
After the The Condition was taken out, I noticed Mistress had tied The Controller to The Screaming Tower. The suction on The Consumption was getting bigger, and doors to The Empty City opened Doors everywhere, and we all flooded the Doors, making sure not to let any of The Shadows in. Then, the tendrils on the Core broke off, and we watched R'lyeh get sucked into the Consumption. There were still some people when R'lyeh got sucked up like a pot noodle, (For example, I watched Lydia save Turnip, who was very disgruntled at losing his book and his glasses) but we couldn't save them. All the doors closed, and then I realized something as The Doors opened to various realms and everyone was filing through the doors.
"Wait a sec! What about The Tower?" I asked her.
"I can answer that." A female voice answered me. Elise was standing behind me, and we kissed as soon as our eyes met. "The Choir and all of us obfuscated a Screaming Tower for Miss Maple and the Dolls to hide in. It was a very odd trojan horse, but it was that that broke through the enemy lines and confused them. The disorientation was when the battle turned tides." And then we kissed again.
"Well, Daniel, I suppose this is it." Dawson walked up to me and shook my hand. "I hate your fucking guts, but it was a good hate." He grinned.
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
He just dropped his head. "Our Father, Who art in heaven, Hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." And pulled the gas mask onto his head.
He swayed a bit, and dropped to the floor. Then he stood up."I'm back, bitches!" he said in the familiar Archangel voice, and then dashed into a Door leading to Bliss. So his power is stored in his gas mask.
Then we went home.
And here I am.
Typing all this out.
And I am tired.
~Thompson out.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Dead to the world
Mistress lost contact with the Dolls.
There was no one in the Catacombs.
No one in Bliss.
No Nightlanders.
No anyone.
I'm going to find the Empty City Core, providing it still exists.
Wish me luck.
~Thompson out.
There was no one in the Catacombs.
No one in Bliss.
No Nightlanders.
No anyone.
I'm going to find the Empty City Core, providing it still exists.
Wish me luck.
~Thompson out.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Silence
There's been nothing. Not a word from any of the other Fears. Nothing at all.
Mistress is sending a platoon of Dolls out to the Catacombs.
All we can do is wait.
I've always hated waiting.
I miss Elise.
~Thompson out.
Mistress is sending a platoon of Dolls out to the Catacombs.
All we can do is wait.
I've always hated waiting.
I miss Elise.
~Thompson out.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
War
I woke up early this morning. Everyone was bustling about, trying to defend the Tower. Upon getting up, I saw Sylvia motion for me to follow her. Naturally, I did, and she led me to Mistress's room. Rather than lying down in her chair, she was was sitting up, her elbows resting on the arms of the chairs. You know the pose Gendo Ikari makes a lot in Neon Genesis Evangelion? Yeah, that was her position. Upon my entrance, she spoke. "Danielle just left."
"And?" I asked.
"They're attacking. The proxies. Everyone's already assembling in an area of The Empty City. We're going to stand our ground." Mistress responded.
"Well, then we should go."
"First we have to get out of here. We're barely keeping the door barricaded. They ambushed us. The alternate Dolls. The Blind Man was wrong. They have more proxies than we do. We're losing ground and Dolls, and fast." Mistress sighed.
"I'll be right back." I said, rushing to my room and grabbing my Bayonetted Flamethrower. I disattached them from each other, tossing my Flamethrower on my bed. I'll take them down with just my knife. I'm better with that anyways.
Instead of going back to Mistress's room, I headed for the door, wondering what kind of barricade they had up. I wished I hadn't. There were four dolls, pushing on the door to keep it closed. A crowd of other Dolls and Willing Dolls were clustered nearby. "This is the kind of barricade we're running here?" I asked angrily, looking at the pathetic excuse before me.
"There isn't much else we can do at this point, sir." Tyrone spoke up. "We can only do so much against the Dolls on the other side."
"Everyone, get your weapons and stand back. When I say go, you four Dolls will let go of the doors, and we'll engage them in combat." I ordered. Since the other Willing Dolls regard me as in command when I get like this, they all listened, and everyone had a weapon of some kind. Cat had a nifty pair of gauntlets with claws on the end of them. She licked them and her tail flicked excitedly. I thought that was an outfit. Then her ears twitched and I began to question just how human she was really. "Alright....one....two....THREE!" I yelled. The Dolls stepped back, but the doors flew open so fast that the doors crushed two of the Dolls with a rather unpleasant crunch.
We rushed through the doors before they could, taking the first few by surprise and clearing out the space before the door. From my perspective, I could see five of my fellow servants. Tyrone was wielding a sword with amazing speed and dexterity, switching from left hand to right hand when it suited him. Cat was literally ripping through enemy Dolls with her claws, and Thomas was close to me, joint in mouth, mowing the enemy down with a crossbow, taking out two or three with every bolt fired. Proxy and Burnlove were side-by-side, Proxy with two revolvers, one in each hand, and Burnlove with a Flamethrower. She wielded it efficiently and emotionlessly. I couldn't help feeling bad for her. Nine-year-old girls are supposed to be playing with Barbies on the playground, not roasting supernatural wooden puppets in an interdimensional war.
Looking up, I saw someone floating above his Dolls. Danielle's so called "Lord Pinocchio." He was wearing a mask, but I could tell behind that mask, there was a grinning, painted face not like Mistress's.
Speaking of Mistress, she was suddenly in front of him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't The Wooden Man. I see you responded to what I told your little lapdog."
"I am The Controller." He responded. I could hear their voices, speaking loudly over the din of battle. I put their conversation in the back of my head, I had Dolls to kill.
I heard a giggle somewhere, and recognized it. I followed it through the masses of fighting Dolls, and came to exactly what I expected. Danielle.
"I'm glad I found you, Daniel!" Danielle grinned, rushing towards me with her knife, which was almost exactly the same as mine.
"And why's that?" I asked, parrying her blow and thrusting forwards.
"Because," She jumped back to dodge my knife. "I wanna cut you a deal." She rushed at me once again, using a similar tactic. She was stalling.
"And what's that?" I asked, using the same parry.
"Simple." She responded. "I'm willing to drop my Master if you're willing to drop yours."
"Why would I do that?" I replied.
"If you and I worked together, we could probably become Fears ourselves. You know. The Chained and The Veil? Like those two." Danielle grinned.
"So you want our relationship like that of the Brute and The Burning Bride, where the Brute is a psychopath who turned The Burning Bride so she could never be with anyone other than him? That's what you want?" I asked, getting annoyed.
"Yes- I mean no! I just wanted us to be a duel Fear." Danielle replied.
"No." I said, rushing at her suddenly with my knife.
"Wha?" She had let her guard and next thing we knew, I had my knife buried right between her breasts. "I...ahh....Daniel....you've made a big mistake. We c-could've been brilliant together." She groaned.
"Shut it, bitch." I growled, twisting the knife. She slid off it not long after, falling to the ground. She was dead.
"Sir?" I heard Tyrone ask behind me. "Look around us." I did, and realized we were surrounded. The Dolls had brought the cavalry. Slenderproxies and Timberwolves, They were surrounding us, and we were thoroughly stuck.
"Don't lose hope, guys!" I yelled. There were about 20 of us who got cut off from the rest of the Dolls. "We'll fight to the death if necessary!" I must say, after that, we did pretty well. Looking up, I saw Mistress and The Controller arguing over things, and ignoring us completely. I felt expendable for a moment, but the feeling dissipated after I killed a Willing Doll for The Controller.
Suddenly, out of the masses of enemies came our cavalry. This being Dawson and a bunch of Timberwolves.
"Thompson! Good to see you're alive!" Dawson grinned, stabbing an enemy timberwolf in the face. The difference were the alternate timberwolves wore green, while the normal ones wore black.
But that wasn't the end of it. A herd of Blood Vessels burst in, naked and covered in blood, shooting and stabbing a wide swath through their flanks. Convocation birds were holding their nests below them, flying over us and doing lightning air strikes. Elise, leading a legion of obfuscated tanks made by the members of the Choir came rumbling through. The Blind Man's Archivists were treating the area like a shooting gallery, and I thought I saw some Rose Brides doing whatever Rose Brides do.
Then things took another turn for the worse. I felt a slight suction, and there they were. The Hushed Monks, their mouths sewn shut, carrying what looked like a bowl of The Quiet. It was contained there, but they were tossing people from both people in it, offering them to their god. A Sine Corda member was in front of them, preaching. "O lord Quiet, be you Quiet or The Consumption in another world, we offer you these sacrifices to further your quest of eliminating all life!"
They came right up to Thomas, who after shooting three of them, was tossed into the Quiet himself. He grabbed the Sine Corda member, and they were both ripped up. The Hushed Monks, completely unperturbed by this, continued, sucking up anyone who came too close.
Finally, The Empty City (Who seemed busy with something else) ate them, but not before they killed 100 or so people.
The battle continued all night. Yes, this all happened yesterday, and it continued into this morning, when finally, there were so few enemy proxies, they all retreated. Battered and torn, we all looked around at the dead and living. It seemed Thomas was the only dead one. Then I heard a yell from somewhere near the Tower. "Daniel!" Turnip yelled, and I rushed over to him. It was Mack.
He had been cleanly bisected minutes before the battle ended. He was alive, but not for much longer.
"Hey, kid..." Mack asked me.
"Yes, Mack? What is it?" I asked him.
"Yer a bright young kid.....got a good future ahead a' ya....don't you go ending up like me and dying, okay? Promise?" He asked me. I doubt I've mentioned this, but Mack was a huge help during my recovery, and we had grown kind of close.
"I promise." I responded.
"Take my hat, kid..." He took off his baseball cap, revealing his almost-bald head. "Remember me when ya look at it." He handed me his cap, a grungy old trucking company hat with letters so faded I couldn't read them. His hand flopped onto the ground. Mack was dead.
I didn't know what to say. Everyone was returning to their domains, and Mistress floated down. "Soon it'll be Fear versus Fear. We need to prepare." And everyone began walking inside. The Empty City began swallowing the dead bodies. I went into The Screaming Tower.
Tonight I don't even want to have sex with Elise.
Tonight I don't even want to live anymore.
She's hugging me. I'm beginning to cry. I have to stop this post here.
~Thompson out.
"And?" I asked.
"They're attacking. The proxies. Everyone's already assembling in an area of The Empty City. We're going to stand our ground." Mistress responded.
"Well, then we should go."
"First we have to get out of here. We're barely keeping the door barricaded. They ambushed us. The alternate Dolls. The Blind Man was wrong. They have more proxies than we do. We're losing ground and Dolls, and fast." Mistress sighed.
"I'll be right back." I said, rushing to my room and grabbing my Bayonetted Flamethrower. I disattached them from each other, tossing my Flamethrower on my bed. I'll take them down with just my knife. I'm better with that anyways.
Instead of going back to Mistress's room, I headed for the door, wondering what kind of barricade they had up. I wished I hadn't. There were four dolls, pushing on the door to keep it closed. A crowd of other Dolls and Willing Dolls were clustered nearby. "This is the kind of barricade we're running here?" I asked angrily, looking at the pathetic excuse before me.
"There isn't much else we can do at this point, sir." Tyrone spoke up. "We can only do so much against the Dolls on the other side."
"Everyone, get your weapons and stand back. When I say go, you four Dolls will let go of the doors, and we'll engage them in combat." I ordered. Since the other Willing Dolls regard me as in command when I get like this, they all listened, and everyone had a weapon of some kind. Cat had a nifty pair of gauntlets with claws on the end of them. She licked them and her tail flicked excitedly. I thought that was an outfit. Then her ears twitched and I began to question just how human she was really. "Alright....one....two....THREE!" I yelled. The Dolls stepped back, but the doors flew open so fast that the doors crushed two of the Dolls with a rather unpleasant crunch.
We rushed through the doors before they could, taking the first few by surprise and clearing out the space before the door. From my perspective, I could see five of my fellow servants. Tyrone was wielding a sword with amazing speed and dexterity, switching from left hand to right hand when it suited him. Cat was literally ripping through enemy Dolls with her claws, and Thomas was close to me, joint in mouth, mowing the enemy down with a crossbow, taking out two or three with every bolt fired. Proxy and Burnlove were side-by-side, Proxy with two revolvers, one in each hand, and Burnlove with a Flamethrower. She wielded it efficiently and emotionlessly. I couldn't help feeling bad for her. Nine-year-old girls are supposed to be playing with Barbies on the playground, not roasting supernatural wooden puppets in an interdimensional war.
Looking up, I saw someone floating above his Dolls. Danielle's so called "Lord Pinocchio." He was wearing a mask, but I could tell behind that mask, there was a grinning, painted face not like Mistress's.
Speaking of Mistress, she was suddenly in front of him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't The Wooden Man. I see you responded to what I told your little lapdog."
"I am The Controller." He responded. I could hear their voices, speaking loudly over the din of battle. I put their conversation in the back of my head, I had Dolls to kill.
I heard a giggle somewhere, and recognized it. I followed it through the masses of fighting Dolls, and came to exactly what I expected. Danielle.
"I'm glad I found you, Daniel!" Danielle grinned, rushing towards me with her knife, which was almost exactly the same as mine.
"And why's that?" I asked, parrying her blow and thrusting forwards.
"Because," She jumped back to dodge my knife. "I wanna cut you a deal." She rushed at me once again, using a similar tactic. She was stalling.
"And what's that?" I asked, using the same parry.
"Simple." She responded. "I'm willing to drop my Master if you're willing to drop yours."
"Why would I do that?" I replied.
"If you and I worked together, we could probably become Fears ourselves. You know. The Chained and The Veil? Like those two." Danielle grinned.
"So you want our relationship like that of the Brute and The Burning Bride, where the Brute is a psychopath who turned The Burning Bride so she could never be with anyone other than him? That's what you want?" I asked, getting annoyed.
"Yes- I mean no! I just wanted us to be a duel Fear." Danielle replied.
"No." I said, rushing at her suddenly with my knife.
"Wha?" She had let her guard and next thing we knew, I had my knife buried right between her breasts. "I...ahh....Daniel....you've made a big mistake. We c-could've been brilliant together." She groaned.
"Shut it, bitch." I growled, twisting the knife. She slid off it not long after, falling to the ground. She was dead.
"Sir?" I heard Tyrone ask behind me. "Look around us." I did, and realized we were surrounded. The Dolls had brought the cavalry. Slenderproxies and Timberwolves, They were surrounding us, and we were thoroughly stuck.
"Don't lose hope, guys!" I yelled. There were about 20 of us who got cut off from the rest of the Dolls. "We'll fight to the death if necessary!" I must say, after that, we did pretty well. Looking up, I saw Mistress and The Controller arguing over things, and ignoring us completely. I felt expendable for a moment, but the feeling dissipated after I killed a Willing Doll for The Controller.
Suddenly, out of the masses of enemies came our cavalry. This being Dawson and a bunch of Timberwolves.
"Thompson! Good to see you're alive!" Dawson grinned, stabbing an enemy timberwolf in the face. The difference were the alternate timberwolves wore green, while the normal ones wore black.
But that wasn't the end of it. A herd of Blood Vessels burst in, naked and covered in blood, shooting and stabbing a wide swath through their flanks. Convocation birds were holding their nests below them, flying over us and doing lightning air strikes. Elise, leading a legion of obfuscated tanks made by the members of the Choir came rumbling through. The Blind Man's Archivists were treating the area like a shooting gallery, and I thought I saw some Rose Brides doing whatever Rose Brides do.
Then things took another turn for the worse. I felt a slight suction, and there they were. The Hushed Monks, their mouths sewn shut, carrying what looked like a bowl of The Quiet. It was contained there, but they were tossing people from both people in it, offering them to their god. A Sine Corda member was in front of them, preaching. "O lord Quiet, be you Quiet or The Consumption in another world, we offer you these sacrifices to further your quest of eliminating all life!"
They came right up to Thomas, who after shooting three of them, was tossed into the Quiet himself. He grabbed the Sine Corda member, and they were both ripped up. The Hushed Monks, completely unperturbed by this, continued, sucking up anyone who came too close.
Finally, The Empty City (Who seemed busy with something else) ate them, but not before they killed 100 or so people.
The battle continued all night. Yes, this all happened yesterday, and it continued into this morning, when finally, there were so few enemy proxies, they all retreated. Battered and torn, we all looked around at the dead and living. It seemed Thomas was the only dead one. Then I heard a yell from somewhere near the Tower. "Daniel!" Turnip yelled, and I rushed over to him. It was Mack.
He had been cleanly bisected minutes before the battle ended. He was alive, but not for much longer.
"Hey, kid..." Mack asked me.
"Yes, Mack? What is it?" I asked him.
"Yer a bright young kid.....got a good future ahead a' ya....don't you go ending up like me and dying, okay? Promise?" He asked me. I doubt I've mentioned this, but Mack was a huge help during my recovery, and we had grown kind of close.
"I promise." I responded.
"Take my hat, kid..." He took off his baseball cap, revealing his almost-bald head. "Remember me when ya look at it." He handed me his cap, a grungy old trucking company hat with letters so faded I couldn't read them. His hand flopped onto the ground. Mack was dead.
I didn't know what to say. Everyone was returning to their domains, and Mistress floated down. "Soon it'll be Fear versus Fear. We need to prepare." And everyone began walking inside. The Empty City began swallowing the dead bodies. I went into The Screaming Tower.
Tonight I don't even want to have sex with Elise.
Tonight I don't even want to live anymore.
She's hugging me. I'm beginning to cry. I have to stop this post here.
~Thompson out.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Bar Trip
So I've been back-and-forthing with Lydia, and I decided to take her up on the drink offer she's made so many times. I have found this bar that was Proxy only in Atlantic City, 24/7. It sounded a bit better than the one in Vegas, so we went to that one instead.
I still haven't bothered learning to drive, so instead, I decided to get more used to my legs and walk to Atlantic City, using a door or two, though I texted Lydia (Yes, I have her number, get over it!) and asked her to pick me up when I got to the City itself. It took me about three hours, and seven doors (One led to directly over Mauna Lea, so I almost fell, and another led into solid rock, it's why I hate Door traveling, especially when they spawn into anywhere like that).
I didn't think ravens could afford Corvettes. I was wrong. It was a beautiful thing, painted bright red with an pewter eagle for a hood ornament. She drove up beside me on the sidewalk, rolled down the window, and told me to get in. Her GPS was already loaded with the coordinates to the bar, and off we went.
By the time we got there, it was already 8:30PM, and there was an Archivist as a bouncer. Not a very strong fellow, but he had a very visible shotgun, and didn't look to be afraid to use it. "Names?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Daniel Thompson." I said.
"Lydia Coleburn." Lydia said proudly.
"Ah yes, welcome, the both of you." He said, stepping aside and allowing us in. It was a nice place, with soft lighting and relaxing piano music, though I kinda felt uneasy when I saw the piano player was wearing a gas mask.
Either way, Lydia and I sat down at the bar, and a blue haired female bartender smiled at us. "What can I get you two?"
"I'll have a Guinness." I told her.
"Screwdriver for me, please." Lydia requested. Within two minutes, our drinks were on the table in front of us. Now, I know someone's gonna say 'BUT YOU AREN'T TWENTY-ONE' and I can just reply with fuck you, I'm a proxy.
I was about to take a drink, but Lydia stopped me. She pulled two small tablets out of her coat pocket, and plopped them into our drinks, watching them fizz and dissolve. The bartender twitched for a moment, then returned to normal. "What did you put in them?" I asked her.
"Ink disposers. They're odorless, tasteless, and dissolve within seconds. They also render ink harmless. Something the timberwolves came up a couple years when EAT had her sights on their legions. Not like it's a problem for them, though. Archie's literally got millions." Lydia sighed.
"And we're going to have to fight side-by-side with them." I responded.
"I know. A little birdie of mine happened to be at the convention two days back. You know, the one that swooped down and tried to shit on Archie's head." Lydia replied.
"I did not see that." I chuckled.
"It was priceless. He just gave the dirtiest look that a gas mask could give for the longest time." Lydia could barely control herself. We stared at each other for about eight seconds, and then we burst out laughing, causing some of the proxies to shoot glances in our direction.
Turning on the barstool, I glanced around at my fellow patrons. Two Slenderproxies were shooting dice with some Maenads in the corner, and a bunch of timberwolves were hanging around the piano, playfully harassing the player, who completely ignored them all.
Over at one of the smaller tables, there was someone clasping a Rose Bride's hand in his, the bride clearly very smitten with the man. He glanced over at me, whispered something to her, and began walking in my direction.
I realized something. The sunglasses. The fedora. The sport coat. This guy, he's parodying me, he's even wearing khakis, like me. I recognized him suddenly, and it hit me like a freight train. It was Dawson.
"Well, well, Thompson, what an unpleasant surprise." He chuckled, sitting on the bar stool next to me.
"Dawson." I replied. "To what do I owe the honor of being visited by the Archangel's anal slave?"
"It's not so bad once you get used to it." Dawson shrugged. "Either way, I'm gonna be blunt here. I want to kill you myself. I also know that killing you right before we fight the imitation Fears is a bad idea. So basically, don't die out on the battlefield, you hear?"
"I have no intention at the hands of you or anyone else." I responded. "Now, if you don't mind."
Dawson backed away, smiling. "I gotcha, I gotcha. Besides, I have this pretty thing to take with me." He pointed as the still-blushing Rose Bride at the table. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.
I turned back to Lydia and my drink. "I hate that bastard. He tries to hit on me every time he sees me, on the internet or otherwise."
"Seems you're not alone." I said, turning towards the door to watch Dawson and his 750th girlfriend exit the bar.
I would be more specific over the rest of the evening, but I can't exactly remember. I started drinking more, and eventually I got very, very, VERY drunk. To the point where my words were apparently almost incoherent. According to Lydia's texts, I ended up telling her my entire life story, a detailed account of my sex life, the life story of my entire family, and a recap of every Pokemon game I've played in the past two years.
She drove me home and left me in front of the The Screaming Tower. I woke up with a terrible hangover.
Now is the first time I feel good enough to actually get onto the internet. Whatever.
~Thompson out.
I still haven't bothered learning to drive, so instead, I decided to get more used to my legs and walk to Atlantic City, using a door or two, though I texted Lydia (Yes, I have her number, get over it!) and asked her to pick me up when I got to the City itself. It took me about three hours, and seven doors (One led to directly over Mauna Lea, so I almost fell, and another led into solid rock, it's why I hate Door traveling, especially when they spawn into anywhere like that).
I didn't think ravens could afford Corvettes. I was wrong. It was a beautiful thing, painted bright red with an pewter eagle for a hood ornament. She drove up beside me on the sidewalk, rolled down the window, and told me to get in. Her GPS was already loaded with the coordinates to the bar, and off we went.
By the time we got there, it was already 8:30PM, and there was an Archivist as a bouncer. Not a very strong fellow, but he had a very visible shotgun, and didn't look to be afraid to use it. "Names?" He asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Daniel Thompson." I said.
"Lydia Coleburn." Lydia said proudly.
"Ah yes, welcome, the both of you." He said, stepping aside and allowing us in. It was a nice place, with soft lighting and relaxing piano music, though I kinda felt uneasy when I saw the piano player was wearing a gas mask.
Either way, Lydia and I sat down at the bar, and a blue haired female bartender smiled at us. "What can I get you two?"
"I'll have a Guinness." I told her.
"Screwdriver for me, please." Lydia requested. Within two minutes, our drinks were on the table in front of us. Now, I know someone's gonna say 'BUT YOU AREN'T TWENTY-ONE' and I can just reply with fuck you, I'm a proxy.
I was about to take a drink, but Lydia stopped me. She pulled two small tablets out of her coat pocket, and plopped them into our drinks, watching them fizz and dissolve. The bartender twitched for a moment, then returned to normal. "What did you put in them?" I asked her.
"Ink disposers. They're odorless, tasteless, and dissolve within seconds. They also render ink harmless. Something the timberwolves came up a couple years when EAT had her sights on their legions. Not like it's a problem for them, though. Archie's literally got millions." Lydia sighed.
"And we're going to have to fight side-by-side with them." I responded.
"I know. A little birdie of mine happened to be at the convention two days back. You know, the one that swooped down and tried to shit on Archie's head." Lydia replied.
"I did not see that." I chuckled.
"It was priceless. He just gave the dirtiest look that a gas mask could give for the longest time." Lydia could barely control herself. We stared at each other for about eight seconds, and then we burst out laughing, causing some of the proxies to shoot glances in our direction.
Turning on the barstool, I glanced around at my fellow patrons. Two Slenderproxies were shooting dice with some Maenads in the corner, and a bunch of timberwolves were hanging around the piano, playfully harassing the player, who completely ignored them all.
Over at one of the smaller tables, there was someone clasping a Rose Bride's hand in his, the bride clearly very smitten with the man. He glanced over at me, whispered something to her, and began walking in my direction.
I realized something. The sunglasses. The fedora. The sport coat. This guy, he's parodying me, he's even wearing khakis, like me. I recognized him suddenly, and it hit me like a freight train. It was Dawson.
"Well, well, Thompson, what an unpleasant surprise." He chuckled, sitting on the bar stool next to me.
"Dawson." I replied. "To what do I owe the honor of being visited by the Archangel's anal slave?"
"It's not so bad once you get used to it." Dawson shrugged. "Either way, I'm gonna be blunt here. I want to kill you myself. I also know that killing you right before we fight the imitation Fears is a bad idea. So basically, don't die out on the battlefield, you hear?"
"I have no intention at the hands of you or anyone else." I responded. "Now, if you don't mind."
Dawson backed away, smiling. "I gotcha, I gotcha. Besides, I have this pretty thing to take with me." He pointed as the still-blushing Rose Bride at the table. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.
I turned back to Lydia and my drink. "I hate that bastard. He tries to hit on me every time he sees me, on the internet or otherwise."
"Seems you're not alone." I said, turning towards the door to watch Dawson and his 750th girlfriend exit the bar.
I would be more specific over the rest of the evening, but I can't exactly remember. I started drinking more, and eventually I got very, very, VERY drunk. To the point where my words were apparently almost incoherent. According to Lydia's texts, I ended up telling her my entire life story, a detailed account of my sex life, the life story of my entire family, and a recap of every Pokemon game I've played in the past two years.
She drove me home and left me in front of the The Screaming Tower. I woke up with a terrible hangover.
Now is the first time I feel good enough to actually get onto the internet. Whatever.
~Thompson out.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
A Visit From Myself
So we had an odd visit today. First off, everyone was very busy fortifying The Screaming Tower, and I was undergoing even more intense physical therapy to get back to normal. I can walk now without the crutches, but I'm still a little shaky, and don't ask me to run. Anyways, I had just gotten done with the therapy and was going to go outside to see how the progress on the outside was coming. "Vassal." I heard Mistress say behind me.
I turned around, and there she was, motioning for me to come into her room. Naturally, I followed. Then, when I entered her room, I stopped. The hair. The face. The glasses. The smile. The trilby. I was staring at myself. The only difference was the huge tits and more feminine shapes on her. This was like a female mirror of myself.
"So you're Daniel Thompson?" She said, walking up to me and shaking my hand. "Danielle Thompson. Doll to The Wooden Man." She curtsied quickly, then turned around and took up her former position on the other side of the room. "I'm here to make you an offer, Miss Wooden Girl."
"That's Miss Maple to you." Mistress snarled back, the hostility in her voice very prominent. "And what is it?"
"Lord Pinocchio....wishes to resolve this peacefully. Basically, if you cede control of your domain, and all non-willing Dolls, he will allow you to live. Simple as that." Danielle finished, and stood still while Mistress made her decision. It didn't take long.
"Well, you can tell your 'Lord Pinocchio' that if he wants my fucking tower, he has to come over here and take it from me himself." Mistress crossed her arms.
"I don't think you fully understand." A very familiar glint of rage flashed through Danielle's eyes. "Lord Pinocchio is adamant that-" She stopped as Mistress wound strings around Danielle's neck.
"I don't think you fully understand, bitch. This is my goddamn tower. Now, I'm going to untie, close my eyes and count to 10. And if you aren't out by the time I open my eyes, you'll be on the dinner menu for my vultures tonight. Capiche?" Danielle simply nodded.
Mistress unwound the strings, and Danielle was off like a rocket.
"I get the feeling you should've killed her." I said to Mistress.
"I do too." She replied.
So I don't know how this is gonna happen, but it's gonna happen.
~Thompson out.
I turned around, and there she was, motioning for me to come into her room. Naturally, I followed. Then, when I entered her room, I stopped. The hair. The face. The glasses. The smile. The trilby. I was staring at myself. The only difference was the huge tits and more feminine shapes on her. This was like a female mirror of myself.
"So you're Daniel Thompson?" She said, walking up to me and shaking my hand. "Danielle Thompson. Doll to The Wooden Man." She curtsied quickly, then turned around and took up her former position on the other side of the room. "I'm here to make you an offer, Miss Wooden Girl."
"That's Miss Maple to you." Mistress snarled back, the hostility in her voice very prominent. "And what is it?"
"Lord Pinocchio....wishes to resolve this peacefully. Basically, if you cede control of your domain, and all non-willing Dolls, he will allow you to live. Simple as that." Danielle finished, and stood still while Mistress made her decision. It didn't take long.
"Well, you can tell your 'Lord Pinocchio' that if he wants my fucking tower, he has to come over here and take it from me himself." Mistress crossed her arms.
"I don't think you fully understand." A very familiar glint of rage flashed through Danielle's eyes. "Lord Pinocchio is adamant that-" She stopped as Mistress wound strings around Danielle's neck.
"I don't think you fully understand, bitch. This is my goddamn tower. Now, I'm going to untie, close my eyes and count to 10. And if you aren't out by the time I open my eyes, you'll be on the dinner menu for my vultures tonight. Capiche?" Danielle simply nodded.
Mistress unwound the strings, and Danielle was off like a rocket.
"I get the feeling you should've killed her." I said to Mistress.
"I do too." She replied.
So I don't know how this is gonna happen, but it's gonna happen.
~Thompson out.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Thinking With Portals
So today, I was awoken early by Sylvia. I could crashing and banging outside my room, and all the Dolls seemed to be rushing about.
"Hrrrm, Sylvia, what's happening?" I said, while stretching and yawning.
"Blind Man call meeting for all Fears. Says very important news!" Sylvia spoke quickly, helping me get dressed and helping me stand up on my crutches. I'm not even embarrassed by this anymore, I've come to accept it. Slowly, I hobbled out of my room and tried to find Mistress. After hobbling awkwardly down two flights of stairs, I find her waiting by the entrance.
"There you are!" Mistress said exasperatedly, putting a hand on her hip. She looked visibly disturbed, which is pretty impressive for a painted face on a wooden puppet. "Now let's go!" She turned and walked away, not even giving me time to get my crutches prepared. It was a long hike through the Empty City, I'll say that much. There was just Mistress, me, and Sylvia to help me along heading there. Apparently Mistress uses me because 'I have the most experience speaking and dealing with the Fears.' Whatever.
When we actually made it there, there was a complete clusterfuck of Fears and proxies. I could barely pick people and Fears apart. We found a few metal folding chairs and sat down, and waited for the meeting to begin.
"Alright everyone, sit down please, and we'll begin." The Blind Man began, and everyone sat. "The Archangel." He said.
"Here." Archie said, annoyed that The Blind Man was taking rollcall.
"The Black Dog."
"Woof." The Black Dog barked, sitting in the back, staring intently at anyone who met their gaze.
"The Brute."
"Be glad I have graced your presence, foolish mortals." A cloud of smoke in the front responded.
"Yes, your majesty." The Blind Man muttered sarcasticly under his breath, making no attempts to hide his dismay. "The Burning Bride."
"Here." The Burning Bride raised her hand, sitting in a half-melted folding chair. I almost felt bad for her.
"The Choir."
"Here." Elise spoke for them.
"The Cold Boy."
"Here." A voice piped up, and the Cold Boy bolted up in his seat, somewhere to the right of us.
"The Convocation."
A screech from the closest tree told us all we needed to know.
"The Dying Man."
Multiple hands raised and a multitude of voices all shouted at the same time.
"EAT."
"Here!" Three female Campers sang out in perfect harmony. EAT must have a fun life, doing stuff like that.
"The Eye."
"I am here, O sightless one." A voice boomed from overhead.
"The Grotesque."
A man lying on the ground began convulsing and screeching "H-h-h-EEEEEEEEERRRRE!" The man screamed, then silent.
The Blind Man looked disturbed. "Ooookay. The Intrusion."
Bugs skittered to the front, then skittered back throughout the crowd to a Drone slumped over a chair in the back.
"The Manufactured Newborn."
"The Infant is present." A Towerborn spoke flatly from the same general area as The Cold Boy. Sure glad I didn't become one of those.
"The Mother of Snakes."
"I am here." A lamia to the direct left of us said. Adrift was holding her left hand, and she looked over and grinned her reptilian grin at me. I felt a chill go down my spine. Mistress flipped her off.
"The Nightlanders....what am I saying, of course there are Nightlanders. Moving on....The Plague Doctor." The Blind Man corrected his mistake.
"Our Lord is here." An Oathbreaker spoke, him and multiple others sitting around The Plague Doctor in a circle.
"The Quiet isn't here...The Rake." The Blind Man said.
The Rake simply walked up to The Blind Man, turned around, and walked back to the back left of us, where he was sitting.
"The Red Cap."
"Heeeeeeeere!" Red's sickeningly sweet voice rang out in the city.
"The Slender Man."
"Here." A proxy spoke for him.
"The Smiling Man."
"Here, my pretty!" I heard him yell from the back.
"Smiley, can you not be a creeper just this fucking once?" Archie yelled at him.
"Ahem. The Unnamed Child."
"I'm here!" Adrift yelled, still gripping The Mother of Snakes's hand.
"The Wooden Girl."
"Took you long enough." Mistress responded indignantly.
"Ah, yes, well....this is why I called you all here. All of our lives are in danger. And not because of each other." The Blind Man began, and waited for the whisperings and mutterings to quiet down. "In an alternate dimension, not far from this one in the grand scale of the multiverse, the Quiet has completely consumed a universe. Now, as we all know, The Quiet is the only trans-dimensional amongst us. There is only one of it. But there are multiple versions of all others. All of us. And unlike most times when this happens, they lived. And they're coming here. And we all know what that will ultimately mean."
"Does that mean I get a new playmate?" The Cold Boy raised his hand.
"No, it means they're gonna try to forcefully remove us from power." The Blind Man responded. "Kill us." Again, he waited for the commotion to die down. "I have called us all here not only to inform you of the circumstances, but to ask for a temporary cease-fire on each other. We all need to come together if we are to live."
"How long do we have?" Mistress asked.
"I'm unsure of that, but I'd say a week at the maximum. So over the next few days, I would advise you to strengthen your forces and defenses on your domains." The Blind Man kept going. "They won't have many proxies with them, if any, so there's that. This meeting is now adjourned." Everyone instantly began leaving, and Mistress was in a hurry to get back.
"Come on, hurry up!" She was yelling at me the whole way back, and Sylvia and I were trying to keep up.
So it was a long day. Even as I'm typing, I can hear hammering and sawing. So I'm gonna try to sleep now.
~Thompson out.
"Hrrrm, Sylvia, what's happening?" I said, while stretching and yawning.
"Blind Man call meeting for all Fears. Says very important news!" Sylvia spoke quickly, helping me get dressed and helping me stand up on my crutches. I'm not even embarrassed by this anymore, I've come to accept it. Slowly, I hobbled out of my room and tried to find Mistress. After hobbling awkwardly down two flights of stairs, I find her waiting by the entrance.
"There you are!" Mistress said exasperatedly, putting a hand on her hip. She looked visibly disturbed, which is pretty impressive for a painted face on a wooden puppet. "Now let's go!" She turned and walked away, not even giving me time to get my crutches prepared. It was a long hike through the Empty City, I'll say that much. There was just Mistress, me, and Sylvia to help me along heading there. Apparently Mistress uses me because 'I have the most experience speaking and dealing with the Fears.' Whatever.
When we actually made it there, there was a complete clusterfuck of Fears and proxies. I could barely pick people and Fears apart. We found a few metal folding chairs and sat down, and waited for the meeting to begin.
"Alright everyone, sit down please, and we'll begin." The Blind Man began, and everyone sat. "The Archangel." He said.
"Here." Archie said, annoyed that The Blind Man was taking rollcall.
"The Black Dog."
"Woof." The Black Dog barked, sitting in the back, staring intently at anyone who met their gaze.
"The Brute."
"Be glad I have graced your presence, foolish mortals." A cloud of smoke in the front responded.
"Yes, your majesty." The Blind Man muttered sarcasticly under his breath, making no attempts to hide his dismay. "The Burning Bride."
"Here." The Burning Bride raised her hand, sitting in a half-melted folding chair. I almost felt bad for her.
"The Choir."
"Here." Elise spoke for them.
"The Cold Boy."
"Here." A voice piped up, and the Cold Boy bolted up in his seat, somewhere to the right of us.
"The Convocation."
A screech from the closest tree told us all we needed to know.
"The Dying Man."
Multiple hands raised and a multitude of voices all shouted at the same time.
"EAT."
"Here!" Three female Campers sang out in perfect harmony. EAT must have a fun life, doing stuff like that.
"The Eye."
"I am here, O sightless one." A voice boomed from overhead.
"The Grotesque."
A man lying on the ground began convulsing and screeching "H-h-h-EEEEEEEEERRRRE!" The man screamed, then silent.
The Blind Man looked disturbed. "Ooookay. The Intrusion."
Bugs skittered to the front, then skittered back throughout the crowd to a Drone slumped over a chair in the back.
"The Manufactured Newborn."
"The Infant is present." A Towerborn spoke flatly from the same general area as The Cold Boy. Sure glad I didn't become one of those.
"The Mother of Snakes."
"I am here." A lamia to the direct left of us said. Adrift was holding her left hand, and she looked over and grinned her reptilian grin at me. I felt a chill go down my spine. Mistress flipped her off.
"The Nightlanders....what am I saying, of course there are Nightlanders. Moving on....The Plague Doctor." The Blind Man corrected his mistake.
"Our Lord is here." An Oathbreaker spoke, him and multiple others sitting around The Plague Doctor in a circle.
"The Quiet isn't here...The Rake." The Blind Man said.
The Rake simply walked up to The Blind Man, turned around, and walked back to the back left of us, where he was sitting.
"The Red Cap."
"Heeeeeeeere!" Red's sickeningly sweet voice rang out in the city.
"The Slender Man."
"Here." A proxy spoke for him.
"The Smiling Man."
"Here, my pretty!" I heard him yell from the back.
"Smiley, can you not be a creeper just this fucking once?" Archie yelled at him.
"Ahem. The Unnamed Child."
"I'm here!" Adrift yelled, still gripping The Mother of Snakes's hand.
"The Wooden Girl."
"Took you long enough." Mistress responded indignantly.
"Ah, yes, well....this is why I called you all here. All of our lives are in danger. And not because of each other." The Blind Man began, and waited for the whisperings and mutterings to quiet down. "In an alternate dimension, not far from this one in the grand scale of the multiverse, the Quiet has completely consumed a universe. Now, as we all know, The Quiet is the only trans-dimensional amongst us. There is only one of it. But there are multiple versions of all others. All of us. And unlike most times when this happens, they lived. And they're coming here. And we all know what that will ultimately mean."
"Does that mean I get a new playmate?" The Cold Boy raised his hand.
"No, it means they're gonna try to forcefully remove us from power." The Blind Man responded. "Kill us." Again, he waited for the commotion to die down. "I have called us all here not only to inform you of the circumstances, but to ask for a temporary cease-fire on each other. We all need to come together if we are to live."
"How long do we have?" Mistress asked.
"I'm unsure of that, but I'd say a week at the maximum. So over the next few days, I would advise you to strengthen your forces and defenses on your domains." The Blind Man kept going. "They won't have many proxies with them, if any, so there's that. This meeting is now adjourned." Everyone instantly began leaving, and Mistress was in a hurry to get back.
"Come on, hurry up!" She was yelling at me the whole way back, and Sylvia and I were trying to keep up.
So it was a long day. Even as I'm typing, I can hear hammering and sawing. So I'm gonna try to sleep now.
~Thompson out.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Just a quick update
Elise and I have been reunited.
I'm undergoing intense physical therapy to get me back in fighting form.
That's why I haven't posted in so long. Nothing else special has happened, except I've figured out how to attach my combat knife to my flamethrower so it's a Bayonetted Flamethrower. So yeah.
~Thompson out.
I'm undergoing intense physical therapy to get me back in fighting form.
That's why I haven't posted in so long. Nothing else special has happened, except I've figured out how to attach my combat knife to my flamethrower so it's a Bayonetted Flamethrower. So yeah.
~Thompson out.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Story Time with Uncle Daniel
Since I really have nothing to post about, except how well I'm recovering (Still bedridden, waiting for the skin to grow back on the bottom of my feet, but pretty decent otherwise. The swelling in my eye has gone down, so I finally see again out of both eyes!)
I'll treat you all to a little story. Why I hate The Red Cap so much. Because she killed my best friend.
It was back in....seventh grade, I believe. I was 12. I had a best friend. Her name was Allison. We had been best friends for years, and we legitimately loved each other, but didn't due to a rather jealous ex-boyfriend of hers.
I was at her house, playing video games with her (I still have the copy of Mario Kart Wii we were playing) and her parents were at work. They trusted me enough to leave her and I alone without worrying we were gonna fuck each other's brains out or anything. Then again, we were 12, so that probably was a contributing factor, but.....I digress. Whatever.
Either way, we had ordered a pizza, and the doorbell rang about five minutes afterwards. Obviously assuming it was the pizza guy, though he was pretty fast, Allison went and opened the door. We were both surprised to see it wasn't the pizza, but a beautiful red-haired woman, and I mean her hair was fucking RED, with a dress to match, standing there.
"Can I help y-y-" Her voice cut off, as the woman coyly whispered to her "Let me in." It was barely audible as she dissolved into red sparks and flew into Allison. The door slammed shut.
She turned to me, blood trickling from her mouth, her eyes, her nose, her ears. She stumbled towards me, blood now streaming down her leg. She turned suddenly on one heel, almost as if she was...a marionette...................................................................................................................................................................................................
Woops, sorry, I sort of zoned out while holding the period key. I guess I'll just leave them all there. Whatever. This is traumatic for me to tell at best, but I guess I might as well tell somebody. Not even Elise knows this, but she will after I publish this......I'm digressing again.
She sort of fell into the kitchen, and pulled out what I guess must've been a knife for carving up thanksgiving turkeys or something massive like that. And then she cut herself, her arms, her torso, her legs. She was the turkey. She turned to me, and that bloody face, that placid grin, the wrecked, ruined face of that sweet, wonderful, slightly tomboyish girl that I had known since preschool...I'll never forget that face, for as long as I live.
Then, falling towards me, she tried to bleed ON ME. I had no clue, of course, what was going on, but now I know. After failing to do this for a little while, due to me backing up around the room to avoid it, The Red Cap left Allison's body, causing Allison to fall to the floor with a resounding thud.
Red calmly walked over to me, and knelt down next to me. "Let me-" She began, but couldn't finish, as her skull caved in from a blow from the closest weapon I could find. An Xbox controller. I swear, those things are fucking lethal. And Nintendo thinks their Wiimote could do some damage.
I left everything as it was, and went over to check Allison's pulse. Nothing. She was gone. So I called the cops. Five minutes and they were there.
I told them a....slightly incorrect version of the story, through my sobbing. I told them that Allison went and answered the door, and Red forced her way in, with the knife (Somehow the fingerprints of the woman were on the knife) and cut up Allison, while she fought her off. After Allison was killed, the woman went after me with the knife, and I knocked it out of her hand (Hence why it was over near Allison rather than Red) and then when she tried to attack me anyways, I caved her head in with the Xbox controller.
I was taken home, where my very sympathetic parents cleaned me up and took me for therapy. The symptoms went away for a little while, but when they came back, my parents finally gave in and the whole family packed up and moved from Maine to Pennsylvania.
Well, there you go, folks, that's why I hate The Red Cap. Now, if you don't mind, I'm just gonna go cry myself to sleep now.
~Thompson out.
I'll treat you all to a little story. Why I hate The Red Cap so much. Because she killed my best friend.
It was back in....seventh grade, I believe. I was 12. I had a best friend. Her name was Allison. We had been best friends for years, and we legitimately loved each other, but didn't due to a rather jealous ex-boyfriend of hers.
I was at her house, playing video games with her (I still have the copy of Mario Kart Wii we were playing) and her parents were at work. They trusted me enough to leave her and I alone without worrying we were gonna fuck each other's brains out or anything. Then again, we were 12, so that probably was a contributing factor, but.....I digress. Whatever.
Either way, we had ordered a pizza, and the doorbell rang about five minutes afterwards. Obviously assuming it was the pizza guy, though he was pretty fast, Allison went and opened the door. We were both surprised to see it wasn't the pizza, but a beautiful red-haired woman, and I mean her hair was fucking RED, with a dress to match, standing there.
"Can I help y-y-" Her voice cut off, as the woman coyly whispered to her "Let me in." It was barely audible as she dissolved into red sparks and flew into Allison. The door slammed shut.
She turned to me, blood trickling from her mouth, her eyes, her nose, her ears. She stumbled towards me, blood now streaming down her leg. She turned suddenly on one heel, almost as if she was...a marionette...................................................................................................................................................................................................
Woops, sorry, I sort of zoned out while holding the period key. I guess I'll just leave them all there. Whatever. This is traumatic for me to tell at best, but I guess I might as well tell somebody. Not even Elise knows this, but she will after I publish this......I'm digressing again.
She sort of fell into the kitchen, and pulled out what I guess must've been a knife for carving up thanksgiving turkeys or something massive like that. And then she cut herself, her arms, her torso, her legs. She was the turkey. She turned to me, and that bloody face, that placid grin, the wrecked, ruined face of that sweet, wonderful, slightly tomboyish girl that I had known since preschool...I'll never forget that face, for as long as I live.
Then, falling towards me, she tried to bleed ON ME. I had no clue, of course, what was going on, but now I know. After failing to do this for a little while, due to me backing up around the room to avoid it, The Red Cap left Allison's body, causing Allison to fall to the floor with a resounding thud.
Red calmly walked over to me, and knelt down next to me. "Let me-" She began, but couldn't finish, as her skull caved in from a blow from the closest weapon I could find. An Xbox controller. I swear, those things are fucking lethal. And Nintendo thinks their Wiimote could do some damage.
I left everything as it was, and went over to check Allison's pulse. Nothing. She was gone. So I called the cops. Five minutes and they were there.
I told them a....slightly incorrect version of the story, through my sobbing. I told them that Allison went and answered the door, and Red forced her way in, with the knife (Somehow the fingerprints of the woman were on the knife) and cut up Allison, while she fought her off. After Allison was killed, the woman went after me with the knife, and I knocked it out of her hand (Hence why it was over near Allison rather than Red) and then when she tried to attack me anyways, I caved her head in with the Xbox controller.
I was taken home, where my very sympathetic parents cleaned me up and took me for therapy. The symptoms went away for a little while, but when they came back, my parents finally gave in and the whole family packed up and moved from Maine to Pennsylvania.
Well, there you go, folks, that's why I hate The Red Cap. Now, if you don't mind, I'm just gonna go cry myself to sleep now.
~Thompson out.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Better
I'm doing considerably better now than I was a few days ago. I'm mostly staying in bed.
I don't understand why everybody's being so nice to me, though.
~Thompson out.
I don't understand why everybody's being so nice to me, though.
~Thompson out.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Just an Update
So yeah.
We currently have The Blind Man over here.
He's erasing Daniel's memory.
He'll have no memory of why his left eye is swollen shut.
Or why the skin on his arms was shaved off.
Or why there's a small dent on the back of his head.
Or anything.
Not The Smiling Man's torture.
Not Elise's attempts to help.
Not even releasing the Newborn.
I feel really bad for him.
We currently have The Blind Man over here.
He's erasing Daniel's memory.
He'll have no memory of why his left eye is swollen shut.
Or why the skin on his arms was shaved off.
Or why there's a small dent on the back of his head.
Or anything.
Not The Smiling Man's torture.
Not Elise's attempts to help.
Not even releasing the Newborn.
I feel really bad for him.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Oh god.
It's Sylvia.
I saw Daniel's face.
His mangled, wretched face.
I'm in my room.
I don't want to go out.
I don't want to leave.
I don't even think I want to live anymore.
I saw Daniel's face.
His mangled, wretched face.
I'm in my room.
I don't want to go out.
I don't want to leave.
I don't even think I want to live anymore.
Monday, August 12, 2013
An Important Announcement
This is Choir Member Number Twenty-two writing. We have taken Miss Elise Murray into protective custody, after learning of her unstable mental situation. She will be well-cared for. That is all.
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Saturday, August 10, 2013
Torture
I guess I'll be taking over this blog for a little while.....the torture on Daniel hasn't stopped yet. It's been three days, and I still have trouble sleeping, knowing the screams in the Tower are the ones of my boyfriend....he's been through so much, and yet Miss Maple is furious with him. I can understand why, but I still find it a little harsh.
I was called down to the torture chamber (That doubles as the cellar) and there Miss Maple was, standing in front of Daniel. I looked around. The room was lit with candles, made sense considering the fact Daniel had hot wax in his hair. On a dimly lit table over in the corner was a strap on dildo, and it looked wet. Gross. He was strung to the chair he was sitting on, his head hung down. I couldn't see his face, but I knew I probably didn't want to.
"Ah, Elise, you're here." Miss Maple smiled with a pseudo-warmth that made my stomach churn. "Finally. I think you should see him in his current wretched state. People wear their emotions on their sleeve when they're in a state like this."
She grabbed Daniel's head and turned it to face me. It was unharmed, surprisingly, but his glasses had been shattered, the lenses cracked and falling out. He had been crying, that much was obvious, based on how red his eyes were, and the fact that there were dried tear streaks under his eyes.
And then I saw something that horrified me to my very core. There he was. Standing in the other corner and grinning. The Smiling Man. Miss Maple noticed my gaze and smiled again. "I see you've noticed him. Very well, let's begin."
The Smiling Man stepped forward and handed me a bouquet of roses. I accepted them, unable to move or do much of anything. Then began the torture. Miss Maple turned Daniel's head so it faced directly forward. And then The Smiling Man knelt right there, in front of him. Staring into his face. "That's it.....stare into my eyes." Daniel tried to look away, to close his eyes, but he couldn't, due to the strings.
Then he screamed. He screamed more loudly than I've ever heard anyone scream before, even when a member of the Choir got killed. I couldn't help it. I broke down on my knees, sobbing. Here was the person I was in LOVE with, being forced to look right into eyes that can kill.
I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and tried to grab The Smiling Man's shoulder and yank him away from my lover, but Miss Maple caught me and strung me to the wall. I felt strings around my neck. They began to tighten.
"That's enough, Puppetmeister." Two Choir shadows appeared on the wall, obfuscated sound to sound like two voices. "Do with your Puppets what you wish. But leave our servants out of that. Miss Murray is a valuable member of our organization, so if you wish our alliance to still stand, you will release her unharmed."
"Fine." Miss Maple rolled her eyes (Note how I'm saying all this figuratively, it's more about feeling the emotions she's experiencing rather than actually seeing it) and the strings were released. "Elise. Go. Get out of here. Return to your Valley of Song. Don't come back until I give you permission." Miss Maple shooed me away. And so I left the Screaming Tower.
I should probably explain what the Valley of Song looks like. There are houses, residences for us Grayskins, and many walls that are just there for no reason other than to allow the Choir members to appear to us anywhere.
I found my house, one that's never gotten much use, and unlocked the door, going inside. Everything was all dusty. I obfuscated myself a vacuum, and cleaned the whole place.
Upon going to the "store" which more of a food storage place than anything, since all the food is free, I encountered a higher-up who took my shopping cart and told me that I was to report to the main office. He would take care of my food for me.
The Choir run their operations much like a major corporation, or more like an army than anything else. I went into the main office, and a secretary handed me papers telling me that my title as a field agent had been revoked until further notice. I was to get a desk job at the office and not leave the Valley of Song until further notice. So I'm stuck here. I can't get to Daniel.
~Elise out.
I was called down to the torture chamber (That doubles as the cellar) and there Miss Maple was, standing in front of Daniel. I looked around. The room was lit with candles, made sense considering the fact Daniel had hot wax in his hair. On a dimly lit table over in the corner was a strap on dildo, and it looked wet. Gross. He was strung to the chair he was sitting on, his head hung down. I couldn't see his face, but I knew I probably didn't want to.
"Ah, Elise, you're here." Miss Maple smiled with a pseudo-warmth that made my stomach churn. "Finally. I think you should see him in his current wretched state. People wear their emotions on their sleeve when they're in a state like this."
She grabbed Daniel's head and turned it to face me. It was unharmed, surprisingly, but his glasses had been shattered, the lenses cracked and falling out. He had been crying, that much was obvious, based on how red his eyes were, and the fact that there were dried tear streaks under his eyes.
And then I saw something that horrified me to my very core. There he was. Standing in the other corner and grinning. The Smiling Man. Miss Maple noticed my gaze and smiled again. "I see you've noticed him. Very well, let's begin."
The Smiling Man stepped forward and handed me a bouquet of roses. I accepted them, unable to move or do much of anything. Then began the torture. Miss Maple turned Daniel's head so it faced directly forward. And then The Smiling Man knelt right there, in front of him. Staring into his face. "That's it.....stare into my eyes." Daniel tried to look away, to close his eyes, but he couldn't, due to the strings.
Then he screamed. He screamed more loudly than I've ever heard anyone scream before, even when a member of the Choir got killed. I couldn't help it. I broke down on my knees, sobbing. Here was the person I was in LOVE with, being forced to look right into eyes that can kill.
I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and tried to grab The Smiling Man's shoulder and yank him away from my lover, but Miss Maple caught me and strung me to the wall. I felt strings around my neck. They began to tighten.
"That's enough, Puppetmeister." Two Choir shadows appeared on the wall, obfuscated sound to sound like two voices. "Do with your Puppets what you wish. But leave our servants out of that. Miss Murray is a valuable member of our organization, so if you wish our alliance to still stand, you will release her unharmed."
"Fine." Miss Maple rolled her eyes (Note how I'm saying all this figuratively, it's more about feeling the emotions she's experiencing rather than actually seeing it) and the strings were released. "Elise. Go. Get out of here. Return to your Valley of Song. Don't come back until I give you permission." Miss Maple shooed me away. And so I left the Screaming Tower.
I should probably explain what the Valley of Song looks like. There are houses, residences for us Grayskins, and many walls that are just there for no reason other than to allow the Choir members to appear to us anywhere.
I found my house, one that's never gotten much use, and unlocked the door, going inside. Everything was all dusty. I obfuscated myself a vacuum, and cleaned the whole place.
Upon going to the "store" which more of a food storage place than anything, since all the food is free, I encountered a higher-up who took my shopping cart and told me that I was to report to the main office. He would take care of my food for me.
The Choir run their operations much like a major corporation, or more like an army than anything else. I went into the main office, and a secretary handed me papers telling me that my title as a field agent had been revoked until further notice. I was to get a desk job at the office and not leave the Valley of Song until further notice. So I'm stuck here. I can't get to Daniel.
~Elise out.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Crazed
Hello
everyone, it’s Elise here again… I don’t know what happened to Daniel, but I
know he’s in the basement with Miss Maple. The torture chambers, that is. He’s
been down there for about four hours, and I really hope that screaming isn’t
him. It unfortunately, most likely is. I found a paper on the floor in the
corner as Miss Maple was taking him away. It was written in Black Sharpie. I’ll
transcribe in here.
It’s been
talking to me for a long time. Ever since I captured it. Towerborn must return
to the Tower. Towerborn must be the Tower. Towerborn are the Tower. It won’t
stop. It wants to speak with Danny. I was Danny. I am Daniel, not Danny. My
name is not Danny. My name is Daniel. It keeps talking to me. The Infant. My
playmate. My toy. My name is not Danny. My name is not Danny. My name is Danny.
I am five years old. The Infant would do tricks with my Hotwheels toys. He
would make them move without touching them. He keeps speaking to me. We were
the best of friends. I locked him up. We were the best of friends. Infant,
where did you go? Infant, what happened? Infant, why didn’t you stay? Towerborn
return to the Tower. Towerborn return to the Tower. I am Towerborn. I was
Towerborn. I am a Doll. I am a Towerborn. I am a TowerDoll. I am a DollBorn.
What am I? I was a Towerborn. I am not a Towerborn. I am a Towerborn. My name
is Daniel, and I am a Doll. My name is Danny, and I am a Towerborn. Danny
Thompson, the five-year old Towerborn. Daniel Thompson, the sixteen-year old
Doll. I must release him. I mustn’t release him. Mistress would be angry.
Infant would be angry. I mustn’t. I must. Must I? Must I not? I am not. I will
not. I am. I will. I am not. I can’t be. I am. I can be. I am. I am not. Why
must I not? Why must I? I am a Towerborn. I am a Doll. I must release him. I
must not. I must. I must. I must. I must. I must. I must.
And so I’m guessing that’s exactly what he did. I still
don’t quite understand it……but I’ll post it nevertheless. It’s…….strange. I
don’t like it. I don’t want Daniel to go crazy, but it seems I’m a little late
for that…..shit….
Monday, August 5, 2013
Showing Her True Feathers
Finally, Elise and I made it to Musikfest. And Lydia was there. WAITING FOR US. She told me that she had heard it from a little birdy. So thus began the various escapades of three proxies.
We kind of wandered around for a little bit, then Lydia's stomach noticeably jolted in the direction of the grilled corn stand. "Not now, please." I heard Lydia mutter to her birds. I sighed and bought her some corn. Then what she did was interesting. We went to a section of Musikfest that no one bothered going to, because there was nothing. She then proceeded to lift up her shirt and revealed a giant hole where her belly should've been. The hole was pitch-black, but I could see some glowing yellow eyes. She then stuck the corn into the hole, and it was eaten, cob and all. Guess that's how they eat sometimes.
Also, Lydia, I know you're going to read this, so I might as well say it. Your voice is very reminiscient of Mrs.Fowl from Jimmy Neutron. I would consider taking classes to make your voice sound less like that. They exist, you know.
Anyways, after that, I bought everyone Corn Dogs (Which aren't cheap there, four bucks a piece) and ending up Lydia's because "The birds don't like hotdogs." They do however, seem to have no problem with human flesh. Fucking weirdos.
Then the train blew through. Musikfest runs right alongside the tracks, and the train came speeding through, and I think it hit a few people. But that wasn't what bothered me.
One of the freight doors opened and out spilled Intrusion bugs everywhere. They started skittering everywhere, and everyone was running and screaming. Elise and I opted out, but Lydia stood there, allowing them to crawl over her, a very fake smile on her face. They may be allies, but I doubt Lydia is a fan of that. Either way, I wasn't too worried about her, cause I knew if any tried to invade her, a raven or pterodactyl or dodo or whatever the fuck she has in there would take care of it. As we got out of there, I saw the guy from Cast In Bronze.
"I knew this day would come..." I heard him mutter, pulling two large cans of Raid out from under his carillon and leaping onto it, spraying death upon the invading bugs.
Looking back, I saw many people being taken over by the bugs, slowly being consuming and possessed. The Plague Doctor, standing back there for no explicable reason other than he enjoys festivals, realizing the Intrusion was trying to invade HIM, snapped open the Godsway and left.
We got out of Musikfest, got in Elise's car, and got out of there.
The saddest part of that is, they won't even shut down Musikfest for this. The authorities'll come in, remove the bodies, ask the man wearing all black with the cans of bug spray to please come down from his carillon, and then re-open it tomorrow. At best, the news will say that there was "an accident involving the train" and probably the conductor and engineer will be fired.
I fucking hate human society. I sometimes wonder if that's why I joined Mistress and decided to stay. I don't want to go back. I don't want to become one of them again. I'd much rather stay the monster I am, with all this blood on my hands, then go back to THAT. Whatever. I'm gonna go snuggle with Elise until I fall asleep.
~Thompson out.
We kind of wandered around for a little bit, then Lydia's stomach noticeably jolted in the direction of the grilled corn stand. "Not now, please." I heard Lydia mutter to her birds. I sighed and bought her some corn. Then what she did was interesting. We went to a section of Musikfest that no one bothered going to, because there was nothing. She then proceeded to lift up her shirt and revealed a giant hole where her belly should've been. The hole was pitch-black, but I could see some glowing yellow eyes. She then stuck the corn into the hole, and it was eaten, cob and all. Guess that's how they eat sometimes.
Also, Lydia, I know you're going to read this, so I might as well say it. Your voice is very reminiscient of Mrs.Fowl from Jimmy Neutron. I would consider taking classes to make your voice sound less like that. They exist, you know.
Anyways, after that, I bought everyone Corn Dogs (Which aren't cheap there, four bucks a piece) and ending up Lydia's because "The birds don't like hotdogs." They do however, seem to have no problem with human flesh. Fucking weirdos.
Then the train blew through. Musikfest runs right alongside the tracks, and the train came speeding through, and I think it hit a few people. But that wasn't what bothered me.
One of the freight doors opened and out spilled Intrusion bugs everywhere. They started skittering everywhere, and everyone was running and screaming. Elise and I opted out, but Lydia stood there, allowing them to crawl over her, a very fake smile on her face. They may be allies, but I doubt Lydia is a fan of that. Either way, I wasn't too worried about her, cause I knew if any tried to invade her, a raven or pterodactyl or dodo or whatever the fuck she has in there would take care of it. As we got out of there, I saw the guy from Cast In Bronze.
"I knew this day would come..." I heard him mutter, pulling two large cans of Raid out from under his carillon and leaping onto it, spraying death upon the invading bugs.
Looking back, I saw many people being taken over by the bugs, slowly being consuming and possessed. The Plague Doctor, standing back there for no explicable reason other than he enjoys festivals, realizing the Intrusion was trying to invade HIM, snapped open the Godsway and left.
We got out of Musikfest, got in Elise's car, and got out of there.
The saddest part of that is, they won't even shut down Musikfest for this. The authorities'll come in, remove the bodies, ask the man wearing all black with the cans of bug spray to please come down from his carillon, and then re-open it tomorrow. At best, the news will say that there was "an accident involving the train" and probably the conductor and engineer will be fired.
I fucking hate human society. I sometimes wonder if that's why I joined Mistress and decided to stay. I don't want to go back. I don't want to become one of them again. I'd much rather stay the monster I am, with all this blood on my hands, then go back to THAT. Whatever. I'm gonna go snuggle with Elise until I fall asleep.
~Thompson out.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Stealing Something That Obviously Isn't The Declaration of Independence
That's really the only way to describe today.
It started out normally enough, with Elise and I getting ready to go to Musikfest, which started at Noon. However, at 11:00AM, just an hour before we were going to leave, Sylvia burst in our room, quickly exited when she realized Elise and I were having sex, and waited for us to get dressed and come out of the room. "Mistress wants all Dolls to the door of Tower." Sylvia said. Naturally, Elise and I hurried to where Mistress wanted us. Yeah, I know, Elise isn't a Doll, but sometimes I think she herself forgets.
So Mistress was there, as were all the Dolls and Grayskins. The Choir members stood off to the side, standing there with The Blind Man and about 20 Archivists. Strangely enough, there were three people who looked to be shards of the Dying Man. One of them was a normal-looking one, holding a woman on a chain that was growling at everyone nearby. The third was a naked woman, with bright red hair. She was covered in blood.
"Everyone." Mistress spoke. "These are three shards of the Dying Man. They've asked me to call together this meeting, so listen up to what they have. These three are The Instant, The Animal, and The Red Cap."
The Red Cap was the one who spoke after winking at me, causing me to feel the same hatred and anger I felt three years ago when she.....whatever, that isn't important right now.
"I've called you all here to ask you for something. The Archangel currently owns six other shards, and we think they should be freed. We are asking for our help."
"That may be so." said The Blind Man. "But why would we help you, a Fear who isn't aligned with anyone?"
"Because, The Archangel intends to use the shards he's enslaved as a sort of weapon, in order to gain leverage over you all." There was much murmuring amongst everyone, and then it was a possessed Grayskin that spoke.
"What do you propose we do to free these alleged shards?" The Grayskin cocked his head in question, until the neck bones cracked. The Choir member then realized he wasn't currently a shadow and left the body, leaving the Grayskin to collapse on his knees.
"Simple." The Red Cap responded. "We rush Bliss, and get the shards, then get out."
"Are you out of your mind?!" an Archivist yelled. "We'd be killed before we even got to his palace!"
"I think I may have the solution to that." Someone from the back of the Archivist group spoke. He stepped forward, and there he was once again. Jack Of All. "Those hundred dollar bills are proving to be worth more than I initially believed them to, so I'll let Daniel Thompson in on a little secret. But since I know he'll tell you all, I'll just tell you all straightforward. When I removed The Grotesque from The Screaming Tower, I helped them get into somewhere else for exactly twelve hours. From 7pm to 7am tonight, all the timberwolves in Bliss will be caught in a nightmare. Then you'll only have The Archangel to deal with. That's all." Jack of All turned around, and was gone, disappearing into the crowd.
"I'll do it." Mistress nodded to The Red Cap, and The Choir nodded their shadowy forms as well.
"I'm going to have to opt out of this. I'm terribly sorry, but it still seems too risky." The Blind Man stated, and with that, collective robes flouncing in the turn, he and his Archivists walked away.
Cut 7 hours later, we were all in front of Bliss's Door, preparing ourselves. "Remember, we just want the shards, then out of here." Mistress was reminding. "No side trips for timberwolves. The goal will be for everyone to split up and search Bliss. They're most likely in the palace, so The shards, as well as the Choir, myself, and Daniel Thompson, though Daniel's going on the request of The Red Cap." I glared at the bloody, naked woman who just winked at me again. Another pang of hatred.
As soon as the clock struck seven, we rushed into Bliss, noticing how all the timberwolves had just fallen asleep while walking, driving, working. They just dropped into sleep. Many of them were turning and tossing, screaming about their nightmares. Nobody needed to be told twice. They split up, desperate to search their areas and get the hell out of dodge.
On our way to the palace, The Archangel stopped us. "So." He floated there, radiating a hatred unlike that I've ever seen. But I recognized it, because I've felt the same when The Red Cap.....ah, not now. "This is your doing."
"As much as I'd like to claim this as my doing, I'm afraid the credit would go to The Grotesque." Mistress said, floating up to his level. The Choir members shot up the side of the building, matching the other two's height.
Animal, Instant, Red and I took this chance to run. Instant yanked on Animal's chain and hopped on top of her, riding her like a horse, hollering and laughing loudly. What a fucking psycho.
Red and I took one hall, and Instant and Animal took the other. Eventually we found The Dying Man shards, struggling to get free. I picked him up, hefting him over my shoulder, so very grateful the duct tape was still blocking his mouth.
Passing Mistress and the Choir, who were fighting Archie quite well, delaying him from doing anything else. Archie hadn't even noticed us, despite Instant's yelling. I handed the shard man to Instant, who grabbed Red as well, and they all left as fast as they could. Mistress and The Choir decided it was time to fall back, and began retreating as well.
Once the Archangel lunged at them, he managed to catch one of the Choir members, holding it to the ground and beginning to strangle him. "You're not going anywhere!" He screeched, furiously strangling it. The Choir member began screeching. We all stopped and watched. The strangled Choir member made some sort of motion to the others, and the Choir members fled, and motioned for us to do the same. We followed, knowing not to let the Choir die in vain.
Once we were out, we kept running, the other groups having all left by then, following us. We didn't stop till we reached The Tower.
Now, lying here in bed, I'm wondering. Was it really all worth it? Was it really worth losing one of them for this? Whatever.
~Thompson out.
It started out normally enough, with Elise and I getting ready to go to Musikfest, which started at Noon. However, at 11:00AM, just an hour before we were going to leave, Sylvia burst in our room, quickly exited when she realized Elise and I were having sex, and waited for us to get dressed and come out of the room. "Mistress wants all Dolls to the door of Tower." Sylvia said. Naturally, Elise and I hurried to where Mistress wanted us. Yeah, I know, Elise isn't a Doll, but sometimes I think she herself forgets.
So Mistress was there, as were all the Dolls and Grayskins. The Choir members stood off to the side, standing there with The Blind Man and about 20 Archivists. Strangely enough, there were three people who looked to be shards of the Dying Man. One of them was a normal-looking one, holding a woman on a chain that was growling at everyone nearby. The third was a naked woman, with bright red hair. She was covered in blood.
"Everyone." Mistress spoke. "These are three shards of the Dying Man. They've asked me to call together this meeting, so listen up to what they have. These three are The Instant, The Animal, and The Red Cap."
The Red Cap was the one who spoke after winking at me, causing me to feel the same hatred and anger I felt three years ago when she.....whatever, that isn't important right now.
"I've called you all here to ask you for something. The Archangel currently owns six other shards, and we think they should be freed. We are asking for our help."
"That may be so." said The Blind Man. "But why would we help you, a Fear who isn't aligned with anyone?"
"Because, The Archangel intends to use the shards he's enslaved as a sort of weapon, in order to gain leverage over you all." There was much murmuring amongst everyone, and then it was a possessed Grayskin that spoke.
"What do you propose we do to free these alleged shards?" The Grayskin cocked his head in question, until the neck bones cracked. The Choir member then realized he wasn't currently a shadow and left the body, leaving the Grayskin to collapse on his knees.
"Simple." The Red Cap responded. "We rush Bliss, and get the shards, then get out."
"Are you out of your mind?!" an Archivist yelled. "We'd be killed before we even got to his palace!"
"I think I may have the solution to that." Someone from the back of the Archivist group spoke. He stepped forward, and there he was once again. Jack Of All. "Those hundred dollar bills are proving to be worth more than I initially believed them to, so I'll let Daniel Thompson in on a little secret. But since I know he'll tell you all, I'll just tell you all straightforward. When I removed The Grotesque from The Screaming Tower, I helped them get into somewhere else for exactly twelve hours. From 7pm to 7am tonight, all the timberwolves in Bliss will be caught in a nightmare. Then you'll only have The Archangel to deal with. That's all." Jack of All turned around, and was gone, disappearing into the crowd.
"I'll do it." Mistress nodded to The Red Cap, and The Choir nodded their shadowy forms as well.
"I'm going to have to opt out of this. I'm terribly sorry, but it still seems too risky." The Blind Man stated, and with that, collective robes flouncing in the turn, he and his Archivists walked away.
Cut 7 hours later, we were all in front of Bliss's Door, preparing ourselves. "Remember, we just want the shards, then out of here." Mistress was reminding. "No side trips for timberwolves. The goal will be for everyone to split up and search Bliss. They're most likely in the palace, so The shards, as well as the Choir, myself, and Daniel Thompson, though Daniel's going on the request of The Red Cap." I glared at the bloody, naked woman who just winked at me again. Another pang of hatred.
As soon as the clock struck seven, we rushed into Bliss, noticing how all the timberwolves had just fallen asleep while walking, driving, working. They just dropped into sleep. Many of them were turning and tossing, screaming about their nightmares. Nobody needed to be told twice. They split up, desperate to search their areas and get the hell out of dodge.
On our way to the palace, The Archangel stopped us. "So." He floated there, radiating a hatred unlike that I've ever seen. But I recognized it, because I've felt the same when The Red Cap.....ah, not now. "This is your doing."
"As much as I'd like to claim this as my doing, I'm afraid the credit would go to The Grotesque." Mistress said, floating up to his level. The Choir members shot up the side of the building, matching the other two's height.
Animal, Instant, Red and I took this chance to run. Instant yanked on Animal's chain and hopped on top of her, riding her like a horse, hollering and laughing loudly. What a fucking psycho.
Red and I took one hall, and Instant and Animal took the other. Eventually we found The Dying Man shards, struggling to get free. I picked him up, hefting him over my shoulder, so very grateful the duct tape was still blocking his mouth.
Passing Mistress and the Choir, who were fighting Archie quite well, delaying him from doing anything else. Archie hadn't even noticed us, despite Instant's yelling. I handed the shard man to Instant, who grabbed Red as well, and they all left as fast as they could. Mistress and The Choir decided it was time to fall back, and began retreating as well.
Once the Archangel lunged at them, he managed to catch one of the Choir members, holding it to the ground and beginning to strangle him. "You're not going anywhere!" He screeched, furiously strangling it. The Choir member began screeching. We all stopped and watched. The strangled Choir member made some sort of motion to the others, and the Choir members fled, and motioned for us to do the same. We followed, knowing not to let the Choir die in vain.
Once we were out, we kept running, the other groups having all left by then, following us. We didn't stop till we reached The Tower.
Now, lying here in bed, I'm wondering. Was it really all worth it? Was it really worth losing one of them for this? Whatever.
~Thompson out.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Seeing Red
So I was woken up early this morning by Elise, who said Mistress actually had a job for me. Since I didn't go to Musikfest on Friday, this kind of bothered me, but I got up and dressed anyways, cause I know Mistress doesn't like being kept waiting.
When I got to Mistress's room, she was laying across her chair, as she often does, and it made me wonder if she ever actually lied down on the bed in the corner. Considering all the dust and how well-kept it always looks, I doubt it, but whatever. "So, we have a problem. One of our own has killed herself." She said, standing up.
"Was it Cat? I know she had been having trouble with the Grotesque." I asked, stunned and startled by this sudden and devastating news. If Cat really had killed herself, then it would've been my fault because I didn't say anything.
"No, it was Blondie." Mistress sighed, tossing Elise a box. "Daniel, open it." She ordered. I opened it, and there was her decapitated head, right there in the box, looking strangely peaceful. "It was sent by timberwolf. However, we did shoot the messenger. Which brings me to my job for you." She explained.
"You want me to get revenge on the timberwolves?" I asked her.
"No, no. Do you know who Jack Of All is?" She asked me.
"Yes...I know quite well who he is. Why?" I asked her, feeling myself tense up.
"Who is he?" Elise asked me.
"Jack Of All is a being who works with or against the Fears. He does deals, but the only ones who only truly benefit from Jack's dealings is Jack." I replied.
"Yes, and I've set up a meeting with you and him. He could help us be rid of our little problem with The Grotesque." Mistress said. "I have something you could use to barter with him." She smiled, handing me a briefcase. "If you'd open it." She smiled wider, and I complied. It was full of 100 dollar bills.
"These are just bills." I replied, looking at her quizzically.
"Not quite." Mistress said, picking up a bill and handing it to Elise. "Here you go. Put it in your pocket." She told her.
"Thanks, Miss Maple!" Elise's eyes lit up, and she put it in her pocket.
"I want that bill back." Mistress said, and before Elise could even reach into her pocket, the bill materialized in Mistress's hand, now strangely gone from Elise's pocket.
"Where did you get that?" I asked her, stunned.
"The building with The Quiet." Mistress replied, putting the bill in her pocket. "Give those to Jack, he should be able to take care of anything we need." She told me, and I closed the briefcase.
"Where am I meeting him?" I asked her.
"Remember the Fraidy-cats bar in Vegas?" She asked me.
"Yes." I sighed, not having fond memories of the place.
"It's there. During Proxy Hour." She said.
"Yes, Mistress." I sighed, and bade her good-bye, leaving with Elise. "I'm not happy about going back." I told her out in the parking lot.
"It isn't all bad. The timberwolves that weren't blown up by Sylvia's missiles shouldn't give you any trouble." Elise replied, as we got in her car.
Long story short, we went to Vegas, got into the casinos with Fake IDs and blew off a few hundred dollars that I had lying around, being careful not to use any of Jack's money, because this deal was important.
Come Proxy Hour, we were there at 10:10 or so, and the bouncer didn't even ask who we were before letting us in. He just knew, and we walked in easily. Once inside, we saw quite a few familiar faces. The Camper section about the same, while the Slenderproxy group had diminished, though the Maenad population had increased. The three timberwolves still alive took a quick glance at me and decided they didn't want to fuck with me this time. Looking over at the Doll section, it looked desolate and lonely with no one there.
Fortunately, I was going to sit at the bar. Elise decided to wait in the care. Leaving me, the briefcase, and the man with the gloved right hand with the flask at the bar alone.
"Jack?" I asked, walking over to him.
"Thompson." He replied. "I've been waiting for you. Please, sit. Drink is on me." Jack smiled, beckoning for me to sit on the stool next to him. I ordered a Root Beer from the bar and sat down. "So, why did your most lovely Mistress call me here to talk with you?"
"We're having a bit of a....problem with dreams." I replied, enjoying being coy with things just as much as he did. "We think you can help."
"Ah. Them. Yes, they've been giving plenty of people trouble recently. I have my suspicions they may have joined up with The Eye. The two of them have been affecting many people recently." Jack replied. "But now you want me to essentially rid them from the Screaming Tower?"
"Correct." I replied.
"And I assume the lovely cash sum in the metal suitcase is my reward? You can keep it, I don't need any more money. There's no way I'm working for mere money." Jack sighed.
"Ah, but this is special money." I responded. "Would you like a demonstration?" I asked him, taking a hundred dollar bill out of the suitcase and handing it to him. "Just give it to someone." I told him.
Jack looked at me quizzically, and then had an idea. "Let's go elsewhere. I know someone we can give it to." He gave the bartender a 50 and left. He really didn't need any more money. I followed him down the street a ways, before he stopped. "Someone's following us."
"My ride." I said, pointing back to Elise, who was following us a few blocks back. Since this part of Vegas really didn't get that much traffic this time of night, it wasn't a problem.
"Ah." Jack responded, turning and continuing. Eventually, he found a homeless man sitting on the side of the road. He gave the man the 100, and continued walking.
"May the lord bless you, sir!" The homeless man called to him as he walked away, me right by Jack's side. Then we stopped at the corner.
"I assume this is where the special part comes in?" Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Just say that you want it back." I told him. He spoke, and the bill appeared in his hand, leaving the homeless man frantically searching the area around him for the 100 dollar bill he just had in his hand.
Jack walked a few blocks further, his face knotted in a strange frown, holding a finger up to my mouth every time I began speaking to shut me up.
Once a we were a few blocks from the homeless man, Jack let out a loud, hearty laugh, his expression softening. "Sir, you have yourself a deal!" He grinned. "Just for the havoc I could cause with this!" He took off his glove, revealing his crimson right hand.
"And the Grotesque?" I asked him.
"Good as gone." He replied, and I finally shook his hand. When I did, there was an inhuman quality about him that I didn't trust....but I liked him. I handed him the briefcase with my other hand, and once we were done shaking, he gave me a small card. "My business card." He smiled. "You want to make any more deals, you just give old Jack a ring." He smiled, then without another word, turned and walked away. I turned around to see Elise pull up beside me. Then, when I turned back, Jack Of All was gone. I put the business card in my pocket, wondering just what deep shit Mistress had gotten us in this time.
That was my day, essentially. Tomorrow I should be going to Musikfest. If anything of interest happens, I'll let you know.
~Thompson out.
When I got to Mistress's room, she was laying across her chair, as she often does, and it made me wonder if she ever actually lied down on the bed in the corner. Considering all the dust and how well-kept it always looks, I doubt it, but whatever. "So, we have a problem. One of our own has killed herself." She said, standing up.
"Was it Cat? I know she had been having trouble with the Grotesque." I asked, stunned and startled by this sudden and devastating news. If Cat really had killed herself, then it would've been my fault because I didn't say anything.
"No, it was Blondie." Mistress sighed, tossing Elise a box. "Daniel, open it." She ordered. I opened it, and there was her decapitated head, right there in the box, looking strangely peaceful. "It was sent by timberwolf. However, we did shoot the messenger. Which brings me to my job for you." She explained.
"You want me to get revenge on the timberwolves?" I asked her.
"No, no. Do you know who Jack Of All is?" She asked me.
"Yes...I know quite well who he is. Why?" I asked her, feeling myself tense up.
"Who is he?" Elise asked me.
"Jack Of All is a being who works with or against the Fears. He does deals, but the only ones who only truly benefit from Jack's dealings is Jack." I replied.
"Yes, and I've set up a meeting with you and him. He could help us be rid of our little problem with The Grotesque." Mistress said. "I have something you could use to barter with him." She smiled, handing me a briefcase. "If you'd open it." She smiled wider, and I complied. It was full of 100 dollar bills.
"These are just bills." I replied, looking at her quizzically.
"Not quite." Mistress said, picking up a bill and handing it to Elise. "Here you go. Put it in your pocket." She told her.
"Thanks, Miss Maple!" Elise's eyes lit up, and she put it in her pocket.
"I want that bill back." Mistress said, and before Elise could even reach into her pocket, the bill materialized in Mistress's hand, now strangely gone from Elise's pocket.
"Where did you get that?" I asked her, stunned.
"The building with The Quiet." Mistress replied, putting the bill in her pocket. "Give those to Jack, he should be able to take care of anything we need." She told me, and I closed the briefcase.
"Where am I meeting him?" I asked her.
"Remember the Fraidy-cats bar in Vegas?" She asked me.
"Yes." I sighed, not having fond memories of the place.
"It's there. During Proxy Hour." She said.
"Yes, Mistress." I sighed, and bade her good-bye, leaving with Elise. "I'm not happy about going back." I told her out in the parking lot.
"It isn't all bad. The timberwolves that weren't blown up by Sylvia's missiles shouldn't give you any trouble." Elise replied, as we got in her car.
Long story short, we went to Vegas, got into the casinos with Fake IDs and blew off a few hundred dollars that I had lying around, being careful not to use any of Jack's money, because this deal was important.
Come Proxy Hour, we were there at 10:10 or so, and the bouncer didn't even ask who we were before letting us in. He just knew, and we walked in easily. Once inside, we saw quite a few familiar faces. The Camper section about the same, while the Slenderproxy group had diminished, though the Maenad population had increased. The three timberwolves still alive took a quick glance at me and decided they didn't want to fuck with me this time. Looking over at the Doll section, it looked desolate and lonely with no one there.
Fortunately, I was going to sit at the bar. Elise decided to wait in the care. Leaving me, the briefcase, and the man with the gloved right hand with the flask at the bar alone.
"Jack?" I asked, walking over to him.
"Thompson." He replied. "I've been waiting for you. Please, sit. Drink is on me." Jack smiled, beckoning for me to sit on the stool next to him. I ordered a Root Beer from the bar and sat down. "So, why did your most lovely Mistress call me here to talk with you?"
"We're having a bit of a....problem with dreams." I replied, enjoying being coy with things just as much as he did. "We think you can help."
"Ah. Them. Yes, they've been giving plenty of people trouble recently. I have my suspicions they may have joined up with The Eye. The two of them have been affecting many people recently." Jack replied. "But now you want me to essentially rid them from the Screaming Tower?"
"Correct." I replied.
"And I assume the lovely cash sum in the metal suitcase is my reward? You can keep it, I don't need any more money. There's no way I'm working for mere money." Jack sighed.
"Ah, but this is special money." I responded. "Would you like a demonstration?" I asked him, taking a hundred dollar bill out of the suitcase and handing it to him. "Just give it to someone." I told him.
Jack looked at me quizzically, and then had an idea. "Let's go elsewhere. I know someone we can give it to." He gave the bartender a 50 and left. He really didn't need any more money. I followed him down the street a ways, before he stopped. "Someone's following us."
"My ride." I said, pointing back to Elise, who was following us a few blocks back. Since this part of Vegas really didn't get that much traffic this time of night, it wasn't a problem.
"Ah." Jack responded, turning and continuing. Eventually, he found a homeless man sitting on the side of the road. He gave the man the 100, and continued walking.
"May the lord bless you, sir!" The homeless man called to him as he walked away, me right by Jack's side. Then we stopped at the corner.
"I assume this is where the special part comes in?" Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Just say that you want it back." I told him. He spoke, and the bill appeared in his hand, leaving the homeless man frantically searching the area around him for the 100 dollar bill he just had in his hand.
Jack walked a few blocks further, his face knotted in a strange frown, holding a finger up to my mouth every time I began speaking to shut me up.
Once a we were a few blocks from the homeless man, Jack let out a loud, hearty laugh, his expression softening. "Sir, you have yourself a deal!" He grinned. "Just for the havoc I could cause with this!" He took off his glove, revealing his crimson right hand.
"And the Grotesque?" I asked him.
"Good as gone." He replied, and I finally shook his hand. When I did, there was an inhuman quality about him that I didn't trust....but I liked him. I handed him the briefcase with my other hand, and once we were done shaking, he gave me a small card. "My business card." He smiled. "You want to make any more deals, you just give old Jack a ring." He smiled, then without another word, turned and walked away. I turned around to see Elise pull up beside me. Then, when I turned back, Jack Of All was gone. I put the business card in my pocket, wondering just what deep shit Mistress had gotten us in this time.
That was my day, essentially. Tomorrow I should be going to Musikfest. If anything of interest happens, I'll let you know.
~Thompson out.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
On Blogs and Festivals
So it seems Mistress is giving me a break, considering everything that's been going on recently. It's basically been non-stop since Mid-May. I haven't received any assignments for a few days, so I've been filling in that void with reading the blogs of others. My most recent; Cumulonimbusaurus Rex, and I intend on reading The Most Dangerous Game next. From what I can tell from the comments he's made, Proxiehunter does NOT like Dolls, so I'll have fun laughing at that.
Also, Elise and I'll be able to relax tomorrow! In the old city I used to live in, Bethlehem, PA, there's a big festival called Musikfest. It runs August 2-11. I'll be there just about every day with Elise. If there's any runners or Proxies out there who want to like, hang out, I'm willing. Unless you're a timberwolf or Maenad. But anyone else I'm okay with. Don't worry, I don't bite. Much.
However, I will still have my knife on me, so don't try any funny business. But yeah, if anybody does want to hang out, just lemme know, and we can arrange a time and place. Food's on me.
Something that has been bothering me recently, however, is Cat's talk of strange dreams. She says there's a circus where everybody has the same face. I told her all about the Grotesque, and now she's a little leery of sleep in general. Last night at 3:00AM, I got up to use the bathroom, and there she was, still awake, reading. She had 5 empty pots of coffee beside her, and was working on a sixth, drinking it right out of the pot. Poor girl was wired.
Either way, I might post at odd times these next few days. I'll be staying out late at Musikfest, and based on when I get back, I'm either gonna go straight to bed or post when I come back. So I may be posting in the afternoon instead.
~Thompson out.
Also, Elise and I'll be able to relax tomorrow! In the old city I used to live in, Bethlehem, PA, there's a big festival called Musikfest. It runs August 2-11. I'll be there just about every day with Elise. If there's any runners or Proxies out there who want to like, hang out, I'm willing. Unless you're a timberwolf or Maenad. But anyone else I'm okay with. Don't worry, I don't bite. Much.
However, I will still have my knife on me, so don't try any funny business. But yeah, if anybody does want to hang out, just lemme know, and we can arrange a time and place. Food's on me.
Something that has been bothering me recently, however, is Cat's talk of strange dreams. She says there's a circus where everybody has the same face. I told her all about the Grotesque, and now she's a little leery of sleep in general. Last night at 3:00AM, I got up to use the bathroom, and there she was, still awake, reading. She had 5 empty pots of coffee beside her, and was working on a sixth, drinking it right out of the pot. Poor girl was wired.
Either way, I might post at odd times these next few days. I'll be staying out late at Musikfest, and based on when I get back, I'm either gonna go straight to bed or post when I come back. So I may be posting in the afternoon instead.
~Thompson out.
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