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.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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.
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