I went outside, and saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Eventually everyone got outside, and then we began a caravan of cars, everyone piling in to whatever cars were being driven. My car had myself, The Sleepwalker (Who's been hanging around much in the same manner Elise used to), and three dolls I don't know of. Sol leading us in his pickup with a very pissed-off looking Mistress, her brows knotted and scowling, despite the painted grin on her face.....you'd have to see it to believe it.
We drove Six and Seven blocks, and the buildings shifted to reveal a parking lot. Across the street was The Blind Man and his troupe of Archivists, most of them wearing the traditional robes or overly-geeky T-shirts for bad movies like "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure" or "Con-Air." We got out, and The Blind Man immediately spoke with Mistress. He told us to go a couple blocks down the road. And so we did, and we were shocked by what we saw.
The City just...dropped off into water. Stretching infinitely to the left and right and onwards. Looking down proved nothing. Just endlessly deep. A loud rumbling came from behind us, and suddenly, a crane holding a ball with windows in it rolled up.
"What the hell is that?" I heard one of the dolls ask.
"That is a submarine. Except it's connected to a sturdy 10-feet-thick cable. Basically, what we want to do is send a couple people in the craft down into the ocean, down 1000 feet or until the bottom, see what they can, and come back, and report their findings." The Blind Man explained. "Now, any volunteers?"
Mistress spoke up. "I volunteer Daniel Thompson. He's the closest thing we have to an intelligence department, or at least someone who's not one of the shmucks from retardation row." She waved her hand at Sol and the others.
"I'll go." I said, not having much choice in the matter.
"I'll go too! To where will I go?" The Sleepwalker responded, though I knew what she was talking about.
So we were to go with a archivist named Jensen or something like that.
"Not so fast!" a feminine voice yelled. We all turned to see a female with an skin-tight leather bodysuit with a gas mask. Holy shit did she have some curves. Anyways, she was obviously a timberwolf, and we all took our weapons out simultaneously. "Hold up. Father is just as worried about this bullshit as you all are. So I'm coming with you."
"But...the capsule can only three people." The Blind Man responded.
"So I'm kicking one of you fuckers out." She looked us over. "Hey, Psycho Bitch, beat it." She pointed to The Sleepwalker. Her response was a very.....enthusiastic version of "Under The Sea" from The Little Mermaid. Maybe it was a mistake to marathon disney movies with her...
The timberwolf pulled out her gun and cocked it. The response was thousands of swords unsheathing and hundreds of guns cocking. She backed off after that.
So, finally, with all the excuses and formalities out of the way, we boarded the capsule.
"Let's hope the pressure doesn't crush the capsule and kill you." The Blind Man grinned and closed the capsule.
As we were lowered into the ocean, I started feeling very uneasy. Jensen was visibly bothered as well. Even Cynthia (The Sleepwalker, she gave me the go-ahead to use her name as I'm writing this) was a bit scared. The water got darker and darker, eventually falling to total darkness. I saw no fish on the way down, and then suddenly something slammed against the capsule. Cynthia fell right onto my lap and Jensen sort of accidentally falling on my head. The capsule was shaking madly and the window swung around to show us our attacker, and we came face-to-face with a deep-sea anglerfish, showing us his rows and rows of sharp pointed fangs, and his eyes had a dead, glossy quality to them. It rammed the capsule again and again, starting to dent the exterior slightly.
"Danny, what do we do?!" Cynthia freaked out. I only let her call me Danny, because she was too stubborn to not do that.
"Calm yourself, Cynth." I responded. "We'll be fine. If it gets it I'll knife it."
"Nice idea, asshole." Jensen groaned. "Except we'll have all FUCKING DROWNED before you can do that."
"Good point..." I shut up after that.
The anglerfish was relentless, but after a long time of unsuccessful bashing and me cursing every time my head hit the ceiling of the capsule, it let us be.
As we went further, we saw strange multi-colored rods everywhere, connected to these strange disk-like things that hurt to look at, and they seemed to be looking back. One passed right by our capsule, and the disk seemed to have thousands of eyes and none at the same time. They stared right at us, and all three of us cringed.
Jensen stared in horror.
Cynthia closed her eyes and hummed something unintelligible.
I closed my eyes as well, and began singing something comforting.
"Hey! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming."
When I opened my eyes, it had passed off beyond us. Cynthia then forced herself into me, beginning to cry. It was the first time I had seen her cry. She just sobbed into my chest. Even Jensen was sympathetic.
I began to cry too.
When we finally got back onto the surface, we recounted our experience.
The Blind Man listened intently. "I'll need to do some research. I have a general idea of what it might be, but I'm not fully sure. You go back to your Tower and get some rest." And with that, his caravan began to move out.
Also, I heard of what Elise is up to. She's in The Valley of Song. I might pay a visit over there sooner or later.
~Thompson out.
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