Hide And Seek Is Won

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.

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.

 

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 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.