I'm Still Human, You Know

I'm starting to wonder if Elise's and my relationship is really that healthy. We seem to have sex really often. Like, a lot. If either of us are depressed or frustrated or even happy, we have sex. Earlier today, she came home at 7:00 in the morning, and before I even had time to mention my nightmare, our clothes were on the floor and we were in bed. I mean, I know we're both generally distraught from the fact that I almost turned into a Camper a few days ago, but still. It's a bit ridiculous.
Sol and Sylvia have been snickering about it, but they disappear every day to god knows where either way, so it doesn't much matter what they think about the matter. Cat seems to be the only one who understands me. I mean, don't get me wrong, Tyrone and Mack are nice guys, and Darren and Burnlove are nice, if not a little batshit insane. Turnip sometimes makes me what to bury my knife in the back of his neck just to stop his cockiness, but other than that little problem, he's nice enough. Although, Proxy seems to understand me pretty well. I mean, he's 28, so he's been through all this adolesence, and he seems to have taken on the role of emotional mentor.
I apologize if you all don't find this post interesting or long enough. Nothing's happening and I just felt like I needed to get that off my chest.
~Thompson out.

The Barrel

What happened a few days ago?
No, seriously, what the hell happened?
When I fell asleep, I dreamed of The Grotesque.
"Do you want to know what happened?" The clown asked me.
"I can tell you." The Ringmaster said.
"We can help you." The audience said in unison. I was the spectacle. The freak. Caged for everyone to look at. I slammed on the cage bars, tried to open the cage, and they laughed. They all laughed at me.
"Tell me." My voice sounded inhuman, and I realized that all they heard was barking. My arms were shortened and growing hair. My head was changing in a very painful manner. I was a dog, and they were laughing at my barking.
Mistress appeared from the crowd, oddly enough, grinning with her usual painted smile. No Grotesque face for her. "Is this him?" Her voice had a twinge of playful sarcasm.
"Indeed it is, milady!" The Ringmaster, and he was Sol. She walked up to my cage and kicked it, rattling the bars.
"So very fitting for a dog like you, running around everywhere and barking in my name all the time." She grabbed my cage and threw it across the ring with surprising strength, and it shattered on top of me. I leaped up and ran awkwardly around the ring away from Mistress and Sol, one who possessed a leash and the other possessed a muzzle. I felt my transforming human again as I left the ring. I was human outside the tent, and there was the Screaming Tower.
I ran up the stairs, up to the top, which, in this case, was the 31st floor. I had my knife and my flamethrower. I got out onto the window ledge. I didn't know we had windows. Oh, right, a dream.
A crowd of Dolls formed at the bottom.
"We're all your friends, if you'll just come on down and talk to us, Daniel!" Elise yelled up at me.
"You must be joking!" I yelled back, and almost jumped. Then she was out on the window ledge with me, Mistress was. Grabbing at me, trying to reach me while holding onto the side of the Tower. The Patchwork Vultures were circling.
"I'm gonna wish you had jumped!" She screamed at me, the sweat(?) pouring down her face melted her painted face, leaving a faceless wooden mannequin scrambling for me with claws and teeth that weren't there. I grabbed my flamethrower and lit her ablaze.
 Her burning corpse let go and began to fall, the clothes and little paint still there charring and flying around. She grabbed my ankle with one of her hands. I quickly lifted up my ankle and with my free hand, cut through the blackening wood of her wrist and removing it completely, burning hair, charred clothing, and blazing body, dropped to the ground, hitting the ground with a satisfying smush. Her hand, undamaged, still was on my ankle. I grabbed it off and lifted it up to throw it down, and the hand, still moving, grabbed my neck on the way up, tried to strangle me. I knew what I had to do. She wasn't dead. Mistress was still living, dammit.
I grabbed my flamethrower and threw it down at the crowd. Then my knife, so it would hopefully hit the Flamethrower in the right place and explode. And it did. BOOM. The explosion shook the ground and the Tower, killing many members of the crowd. Then I did it. I took her with me. I took a running jump.
I fell and the ground turned to glass, the hand melting away around my neck. There was a beautiful woman lying on the other side of the glass. "Come to mother, you horrible son." She whispered quietly, though it rang through my head louder than the burning wreckage. I smashed through the glass, and embraced her.
My eyelids flew open. The clock read 1:00PM. The calender said July 29th. I had been asleep for over a day.
I stood up, my legs shaky and wobbly from not being used. The Tower looked better than ever, once I got out of my room. I went outside before anything. No burns. No charred Mistress. It was all a dream. I went back inside, shaking my head. I went inside, to her room. She was lying crosswise her chair, filing her wooden nails idly. "Well, look who decided to open his eyes." She shifted into a sitting position. "You look awful. You been attacked by The Grotesque or something?" I nodded slowly. "Well, Elise and Luna are assassinating someone, and Sylvia and Sol are having sex somewhere or something. So you can talk to Cat for therapy." She went back to her lying position. "Go ahead now, go." She motioned for me to leave, and I did.
It didn't take me long to find Cat. She was having a catnap on her bed. I sat in a chair in the corner until then, reading a book I had randomly picked up. Well, I read the title before chucking it in the trash. "A Tale Of Two Cities" freaking hate that book.
She woke up and stretched. "Yawwwnn....wah! Mister Thompson!" She sprang up and bowed in front of me. "What can I do for you, sir?"
"Calm down." I replied. "I'm not your superior, and just Daniel will do just fine. But if you want to do anything, I would suggest putting on some clothes. You're down to your underwear and cat headband at the moment." I sighed. She seemed pretty ditzy. After she got dressed, the two of us sat on her bed and I told her about my dream, and it felt pretty good to get it all off my chest, even though her eyes glassed over at about the part where I turned into a dog.
Either way, she told me what she thought about it (I'm not telling you that, that's a bit private and philosophical, so shut up, don't even bother asking) and then she hugged me and bade me farewell.
It was 9:00PM at that point. I had been speaking with her for seven hours. I went to the kitchen and heated up some queso and had Nachos for dinner. Then I went to bed. Elise isn't back, so I WOULD be sleeping alone. If Cat hadn't offered to sleep with me tonight. She's good for snuggling. I hope Elise won't be mad, though.
~Thompson out.

Hush

Mistress arrived at the Tower early this morning. Like, at about 4am. Sol and the others immediately went to bed, but I had been up awake last night, due to the pain my body was going through. When I heard them pass by, I decided to go pay Mistress a visit. I knocked on the door to her room, closed for a change. The Tower was noticeably more fixed then when I first returned.
"Enter." Mistress replied, sounding much older than I remembered. I opened the door, and Turnip was standing in the corner, reading, while speaking with Mistress about something. She looked more pale, and....was that some warping on her arm? "Shut up, Turnip." She ordered him, then turned to him. One of her eyes was missing. Not cut out, just...gone. I just stared, trying to find words to say but nothing came out but stutters. "So you're back." Mistress said, ignoring her problems. "I had a bit of a nasty encounter with The Rake. Removed my eye clean off and everything." She chuckled a bit.
"My body hurts all over..." I replied, beginning to find it hard to stand as a shock of pain resonated throughout my entire torso.
"Considering the company you were keeping, I'm not surprised." She held out her warped hand. "Spit on it." She ordered me.
I gave her a confused glance, but followed her orders anyways. She sniffed her hand, stared at it, then told Turnip to bring her a towel. "Yep, as I expected. It's ink. You're turning into a Camper. Given the stage of how much it's taken over your body, I'm surprised you aren't already a part of EAT." Mistress sighed, wiping off her hand. "No, there's no getting around. You need to pay a visit to The Quiet. Tyrone'll drive you. He's strong enough to keep you from falling in." She sighed.
"What happened to your accent?" I asked her, having been nodding throughout the explanation to change the subject.
"I died again." Mistress replied. "I've been dying quite often. Timberwolves are everywhere. It's nothing good, I'll tell you that much. We're already running a bit thin on Dolls, and between the ones I'm using and the ones that are being killed themselves, we don't have any to spare. But either way, Tyrone will take you to The Quiet. You'll lose both the strings defending you and the ink. If you want to, you'll forget all about The Fears, everything, and you can go back to your normal life. Or you can stay my servant." I nodded, and started to make my leave.
She called at me as I was exiting. "If it was me, I'd leave. You probably won't last long if you stay here. But it's up to you."
Tyrone drove me to Antartica, to the place where The Quiet resided. It had obviously grown, since the snow around was clinging to the walls. We needed a big shovel and Ice Pick to get through, but we managed to force our way in. Once in the chamber The Quiet was in, we were instantly sucked to the railing, and barely was able to clamber to the safe zone. I just then noticed the heavy chain and welding torch Tyrone was carrying, and realized I was going to have to go over the railing.
"Uh, Tyrone, just how close to The Quiet am I gonna have to get?" I asked him as he double wound the chain around me.
"Into it, sir." Tyrone replied, pulling the end of the chain back to just before the loops and welding it shut.
"Are you kidding?! I'll be destroyed! Torn to shreds! I'll-" I began to protest, but then after feeling a hard smack on the back of my head, I blacked out.
I woke up....I guess it was inside The Quiet. It was...well, silent. Completely silent. It was also clear. Oh so clear. I could see for miles, except there was nothing to look at. "Daniel Leonard Thompson." my voice spoke to myself in my head. "You have been purged completely of any traces of strings or ink. Now you have a choice. You can either serve me, or forget completely about any and all of us you have met."
"I want to serve Mistress Maple again." I thought back.
"You may not." My own voice replied to me. I tugged on the chain I was still suspended on twice. I felt myself being pulled. I felt the suction, and yet there's nothing to suction. I blacked out again.
I woke up in Tyrone's truck. My body hurt no more. "How did I get out of The Quiet?" I asked Tyrone.
"Hmm? We haven't even exited the truck yet, sir. And judging how the Quiet's facility is completely covered by snow, we won't be able to." He pointed to the facility, which was covered by a giant snowdrift. "You passed out on the way here. It appears this mission was a failure."
"No, I'm fine. I got all the ink removed. We can go home. We succeeded." I replied.
So we went home. And now I'm going to sleep. Wonderful sleep. Goodnight.
~Thompson out.

Rescued

So I'm back at The Screaming Tower once again. I'm home. And Elise is hugging me. My body still hurts all over, though.
So I was reading in my room where I'm being watched, and all of a sudden, there was this loud crash outside the door. Not knowing what it was, I stood up, only to see the door get smashed down. Standing there was Tyrone, with Darren in the background beating people over the head with a mop. "Come along, sir! We must make our escape!" He yelled, before hitting someone who was beyond the doorframe with a machete.
So I ran. Burnlove and Cat were at the door with automatic weapons, shooting Campers left and right. So it was Campers who put me in here. I thought it was from the start, but the fact that were exploding like ceramic water jugs kind of proved it.
Outside was an open tractor trailer truck, and Proxy was in the open back, beckoning for us to hurry up. Tyrone, Darren and I were the first to get on, while Burnlove and Cat backed up onto it, shooting down the mass of Campers coming our way. I couldn't see Jarvis anywhere, but I was able to see Mike Rutherford get shot and killed.
So Proxy closed the door to the truck, and we drove back to the Tower. Upon arriving, two things happened; 1. I was hugged by Elise, and she apologized and apologized to me, saying how the Brute was affecting her and that she shouldn't have freaked out on me in the first place. I forgave her, and now we're dating again. 2. Sol, Luna, Sylvia, and Mistress were away on business. So I spent the rest of the day with Elise. The talk with Mistress should be interesting tomorrow.
~Thompson out.

To All Those Who Watch

His body is locked with battle.

Heathen Rope versus Golden Ichor of the gods. 

She is trying to protect him.

She is trying to obtain him.

Neither will stop for any reasons.

They both want him.

They may destroy him.

His body is writhing in horrid convulsions.

His very eyes look as they may pop out of his body.

Rutherford is by his side, waiting for the end.

Three may return victorious.

The String Meister, The Ichor Mistress, or perhaps the Father of Death may obtain a new servant.

I suppose we shall just have to wait and see, hm?

-Jarvis Lorry.

I can see stuff

So I'm feeling slightly better now. Better enough to type normally. But my body still feels like there's a war going on inside me. They turned on the lights this morning. I don't know exactly who "they" are, but they told me to call them "Jarvis Lorry" and "Mike Rutherford." Whatever. All I know is that they gave me some food, which, while probably laced with poison, was the first thing I've eaten in, like, a week.
I'm assuming that based on how all the walls are mirrors, they're actually one-way windows and I'm being observed every minute. I don't even have privacy in the bathroom, geez. Anyways, the conditions aren't too bad, I mean, the cot is a little bad, but it beats lying on the forest floor. And since Mike loves Genesis, I have good music to listen to. We had a brief discussion through the voicebox (we use it to talk) about our favorite Genesis albums. After playing Nursery Cryme (His favorite) he played Genesis (my favorite album) for me. So he isn't that bad a guy.

Also, some things to clear up with Elise, if she reads this. EAT was the one who kissed me, and I was smiling more out of shock than anything. She had been telling me an amusing anecdote, which was why I was laughing, and when she kissed me, my face kinda froze. So yeah, I wasn't intentionally cheating on you. Blame her, not me.

Also, to anyone out there reading this, please comment. Mike isn't a big talker, so I'm kind of lonely here.....
~Thompson out.

been moved

im not in the woods anymore
im in a dark room
whoever is nearby likes genesis
i cant keep going like this much more

play me my song
here it comes again

Might As Well

This is Elise. On the off chance that some of you actually care about Daniel Thompson, I'll tell you what happened during the empty space between his first post upon returning and the time when grammar and spelling apparently left his body.
At some point or another, I can't remember exactly which day it was, but The Blind Man called together an emergency meeting. Daniel went with Miss Maple, I went with the Choir, but other than us, the only others there were The Archangel, The Rake, The Blind Man, EAT, The Slender Man, and The Plague Doctor. The Archangel was already causing a ruckus, and I could tell by the look in Daniel's eye that he wanted to stab The Archangel so bad. I wanted desperately to shoot him.
Either way, The Blind Man was actually trying to mediate between Miss Maple, The Archangel, and The Plague Doctor. The Plague Doctor just stood there and stared out of his mask....I think it's a mask. I hope it's a mask....while Miss Maple and The Archangel just flung insults and angry comments at each other. I think The Slender Man and The Plague Doctor didn't care much, cause they left soon after the meeting began. Miss Maple shot an angry glare at the blue-haired Camper that represented EAT. After all, EAT did betray her.
What's worse, Daniel was over there with her, talking and laughing, moreover. After a while, The Rake got bored, as did The Choir. I stayed with Miss Maple until The Blind Man and The Archangel walked away. "Hey, I'm gonna walk EAT back to her door, okay?" I heard Daniel asked and Miss Maple just kinda waved like she didn't care.
Just after they had left, I got a bad idea. I had the idea to follow them and eavesdrop on their conversation. I didn't know why, it just felt to me like a good idea at the time. So I followed their tracks, and I found their door. And there, standing right in front of it, was EAT kissing Daniel. I say it like that because EAT was the one who had Daniel pinned to the wall, so she obviously started it, but Daniel was definitely enjoying it. He was cheating on me with that blue-haired slut!
Afterwards, I saw him kinda stumble forward, and EAT drag him stumbling into her door, but I don't care. If he wants to become a Willing Camper, let him. I don't give a shit anymore. Might as well close this blog, but I'll leave it up for a little while. I'll wait till he's confirmed Camper or dead or something. Whatever.
~Elise out.

im not in hiding
im stuck here
i cant move anything but my hands
i can type
my laptop is dying
my conciousness is fading in and out
i think im like in canada or something because i saw a moose



it hurts to live
im sorry

elise

its not what you think it was
it was her fault
im sorry
please help me

help

ow

Here I Go Again

We’re back. We finally have returned. We successfully outran the Archangel for so long, and now we’re back to the Tower. Oh god. The feelings overcoming me right now are wonderful. I suppose I should explain how all this all ended up appearing.

Basically, Elise and I split up from Sol, Luna, and Sylvia. So after driving for hours, stealing from stores (I’m now wanted all throughout Alabama and Mississippi) and having altogether probably too much sex, Elise and I somehow made it through everything.

Earlier today we got a note from a Patchwork Vulture, who had been treated like a carrier pigeon to give the paper to us before flying back to the Screaming Tower. It was from Mistress. I could tell by her handwriting. It said “Come back to the Tower. Have Timberwolves for ransom. It’s safe. Hurry.” So Elise and I were naturally overjoyed. We got in her car and she probably broke about 40 various traffic laws on our way to the nearest door. But we got there.

Once we got into the parking lot, there were a few things I noticed. One, all the cars, with the exception of Sol’s truck, were blown up. Their burned skeletons made it look like I had driven into a junkyard. Or a disaster zone, was more the case. The Tower had fallen into disrepair, and chunks from what I assumed were the top had fallen all over the parking lot. What’s more, there were considerably fewer Patchwork Vultures. Carcasses were laying around, and Elise made a slightly disgusted as a few of the surviving ones flew to the ground next to the parking lot, and tearing away the stitched-up skin and flesh of a dead one. Ah, well, once a vulture, always a vulture, regardless of how patchwork they may be.

Getting out of the car, I noticed something I hadn’t near the entrance of the Tower. Corpses. Many of them. Dolls, Timberwolves, Campers, Slenderproxies, Oathbreakers, Maenads, a few Archivists, and one Grayskin. There don’t seem to be many of those to begin with, and as shown by Elise, they’re pretty powerful.

The Doll at the gate, ever watchful, but seemed to be rather injured, as one of his arms was limp, and one of his nostrils seemed to have collapsed or something, was there, observing the surroundings for enemies. He looked up at Elise and I in surprise, and without saying anything, opened the gate for us. That’s how he was always. I’ll have to learn his name at some point.

Either way, once we got inside, the full extent of the damage came to light. The walls looked like they were going to collapse, having long cracks in them. The doors were off their hinges, and many of the windows had been boarded up, shattered in whatever did this.

I made it to Mistress’s room, and there I saw something horrifying. Mistress was dead, split in half, the wood around her stomach splintered and unruly. I dropped to my knees. Whatever had happened was recent, and I had been too late. “Daniel…” Elise began to say, but I put my hand up. It was not sadness that caused this reaction, but anger, and I knew whatever consoling Elise was trying to give me would just make me angry, possibly at her, and I didn’t want this. Finally, I had a stable relationship in my life, which is kind of ironic considering the nature of my life nowadays.

“Makes ya think, doesn’t it?” The closet door opened and there was Mistress. “This is what ya WOULD’VE seen if Sylvia had come back a minute later. Don’t ask me why I didn’t hafta have the body burned this time, some stuff with reality and the universe came up or something.” She said.

“Mistress? You’re alive?” I asked her, a sense of relief coming up. Another flare of anger came up. Why the hell would she trick me? What drove her to do that?

“Sure as hell am. And go ahead, be angry. The Brute’s been hanging around recently. But if ya wanna know what happened, I’ll tell ya. Basically, we’ve been under constant assault by Timberwolves and Maenads. Seems The Archangel and The Rake have teamed up. EAT pulled outta our agreement, the bitch, and made about three dozen Dolls Campers in the process. The Burning Bride hasn’t been seen in a while, so we’re guessing we’re just down to The Blind Man and The Choir on our side. Tall, Dark, and Diseased has teemed up with The Slender Man, but they seem to be against both us and Archie, so it ain’t all bad there. There are also rumours of The Convocation and The Intrusion joining up, but I haven’t heard much ‘bout them.” Mistress summed up.

“I’ll have to ask Lydia about that.” I chuckled.

“Lydia? Who’s Lydia?” Mistress asked.

“Some bitchy Nest who comments on my blog.” I replied.

“Ah, whatever. I don’t much care about her.” Mistress waved it off. “I’ve called all the Willing Dolls in America here. Talk to Sol if ya wanna meet em.” Mistress said.

“Your voice.” Elise said.

“What about it?” Mistress asked.

“It sounds different.” Elise commented.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Sylvia used a Doll from Maine.” Mistress rolled her eyes.

“Wait, people live there?” Elise asked, and that hit a nerve.

“Yes, honey, we’ve been there.” I replied, through gritted teeth.

“I thought that there was just houses and cars and things, and the government was using it for an experiment or something. I mean, why else would there be those massive towers and no noticeable people?” Elise asked.

“Honey, that was Cutler…” still with the gritted teeth, I spoke.

“I mean, really, who seriously would want to live in Maine?”

“I’m from Maine, Elise!” I yelled.

“Really? I thought you were from Pennsylvania.” Elise replied.

“I lived in Maine for 14 years before moving to Pennsylvania.” I responded with a sigh.

“Oh. I’m a little surprised this didn’t come up.” Elise responded.

“Whatever, ya two lovebirds. Get outta here, I’m gettin a wicked headache listen to ya two bicker about nothin.” Mistress said, shooing us out. We left, still debating whether people actually lived in Maine, or whether deer had evolved to be on par with humans. In the end, we concluded, it was not the deer, but in fact, the mosquitoes that had learned to function like humans. God only knows they were big enough to do so.

Eventually, we found Sol, who fist bumped me and gently hugged Elise. “You guys! How’d you fare?” He asked us.

“Pretty well. Had to kill a couple timberwolves and hide the bodies, but otherwise we just traveled a lot. You?” I replied.

“We actually ran into Archie himself on a few occasions.” Sol sighed. “But we got away. Luna’s all healed up. Sylvia’s just fine.” He chuckled. Upon hearing her name, Sylvia came into the room, and her eyes lit up almost instantly.

“Daniel! I so glad you okay!” She ran up to me and glomped me, completely ignoring Elise, as usual. She didn’t like Elise, and Elise didn’t like her.

“Hello Sylvia.” I replied, trying to get her off me, as she had firmly latched onto me in the air, and showed no signs of a desire to stop.

Luna stood in the doorway, looking as healthy and fit as she had the day I met her. “Well, I’m glad to see you two are all right. In the common room is everyone else. All the new Willing Dolls that are here, that is.” She said, walking back into the room. “Thompson’s here.” I heard her say, and there was applause directly following it. I had to go check it out. Finally getting Sylvia to let go, I got myself into the room. There were twelve Willing Dolls seated on couches and chairs.

“I’ll explain em quickly.” Luna said. “This one here is Cat.” She did look kinda cat-like. Of course, the black bodysuit and cat headband didn’t help.

“This one sitting next to her is Tyrone.” She pointed to a big, muscular, stereotypical looking black guy. I guess he was gonna be the major muscle for the team. I was surprised when he said hello, he sounded very refined and polite. Never judge a book by it’s cover, I suppose.

“That one over there is Turnip. We don’t know his real name, all we know is he loves eating turnips, so we call him that.” Turnip paid me no notice, and continued reading. Kind of reminded me of myself when I was 13.

“Then there’s Burnlove.” Luna went on, pointing at a girl who looked to be about nine or ten, but had massive burn scars all over the exposed portions of her body. Since it’s July, and there’s no AC in the Tower, that was a great deal. “Burnlove is her last name. A lot of them go by their last names around here.” Luna put in.

“That one looking out the window is Blondie.” Luna continued, pointing to a woman in her mid-40s with ridiculously blonde hair. Once again, as with Turnip, she ignored me.

“Then there’s Darren. He likes to use a mop as a weapon, though we don’t know why. I think he’s a little deranged.” Luna pointed to someone who was mopping the floor without using any water. Another one who ignored me. Ah well.

“There’s also Proxy. He used to be a Lilim, but then he became a Slenderproxy, then a Timberwolf, and finally is now a Doll. He doesn’t know what he is at this point, so he calls himself ‘Proxy.” Luna explained, pointing to a man in his late 20s, thoughtfully smoking a pipe.

“Then we got Mac. Mac was once a Truck Driver, but then he started shipping things for the Fears, lost his job, and was left homeless. But he’s still around, clearly.” Luna pointed to a large man sitting in an armchair. He looked about 60, and he tipped his baseball cap to me when our eyes met. I responded by tipping my Trilby to him.

“Afterwards, we have Thomas. Thomas looks like he’s a druggie, and it was confirmed when we found him snorting cocaine in the bathroom this morning.” She pointed to a guy who definitely looked like a crackhead.

“We have Led and Zeppelin, the two twins.” Luna pointed to two teenage girls who looked exactly the same. They were wearing identical Led Zeppelin T-shirts, but one of them had tape over the Led and the other the Zeppelin. Clever.

“And last but not least, we have this girl. Her name’s Realitea. She said she knew you.” I drew my knife.

“What are you doing here?!” I yelled at her. “Last time I saw you, you were a high-ranking timberwolf!”

“I know.” She looked remorseful. “But after meeting you, I just couldn’t resist joining your Mistress…after all…” She stood up and walked over to me, falling against me and putting a hand on my chest. “You’re so charming.” She whispered at me. I sighed. I could practically feel Elise’s anger behind me.

I pushed Realitea off me, not bothering to be gentle. “Look, you. Until you can prove to me that you’re on my side, I’m not going to trust you. Understand?” I asked her.

“I suppose…” Realitea looked saddened. I felt a little bad, but that was that.

“So…we’re all that’s left?” Mac asked.

“Seems like it.” Darren responded.

“All the Willing Dolls?” Elise asked.

“Yes, sadly.” Luna replied. “Apparently the timberwolves have been systematically killing us off.” She sighed. “It’s sad…”

I looked at the clock on the wall. 10:00PM. Time for bed. I bade everyone goodnight, and Elise and I retired to bed. Then I typed this out. Back to normalcy, relatively. More updates tomorrow.

~Thompson out.