Sylvia

Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT. Sylvia’s gone. The Archangel kidnapped her in the dead of night! Blew a fucking hole through the Screaming Tower and everything! This is catastrophic! Mistress is pissed as hell, and so am I. She organized a force of Dolls, Choir members, and Grayskins. I was supposed to go get the Campers. Unfortunately, I had to walk to the Lake Champlain door, but the Empty City helped me get to it. So helpful.

I came out at the same place I did the time before, though in retrospect that makes perfect sense. There was no bathing girl in the lake nearby though, but a short walk around a bit of the perimeter had me find a whole group of them. A young girl, about 9 or 10, walked up to me and spoke with me. “You’re that Doll, right?” She asked. “How may I help you?”

“Well…” I started. “Last night, my partner, you remember her, she stayed in the car, but she’s been kidnapped. By the Archangel. So Mistress was wondering if you would be willing to donate a few Campers to our cause?” I asked.

“Hmm….I guess I can spare a few.” The Camper replied. “Would 2000 be enough? Cause I can send more if you really want them.” My eyes widened.

“No, 2000 is fine.” I said, almost speechless. “By the way, how many Campers do you have?” I asked.

“That’s a secret.” The Camper replied. “But I’ll tell you as long as you promise not to put it on your blog. I’ve been reading it, it’s interesting.”

So, as promised, I won’t tell you guys. Sorry. Either way, we’ve congregated in front of the Screaming Tower for the night. The Campers are………camping in tents. As are the Grayskins and the non-resident Dolls. Mistress loves her Willing Dolls, and Sylvia and I are the only ones I know of currently. So it makes sense. We’re gonna attack the Archangel tomorrow. I’ll let you know how that goes.

~Thompson out.