Hi everyone! Daniel
hurt his hand, so it’s me, Sylvia, to handle the normal posting. It’s not too
bad, he’ll probably be posting tomorrow, but his hand is all bandaged up and he
isn’t supposed to move it. Ah, well. Anyways, today has….lasted a lot longer
than a normal day. So it all started with Daniel waking me up at 3am, much to
my annoyance. I mean, he WAS my Master until he told me he wasn’t but, either
way….I digress. He was already all ready to go, with his glasses on and combat
knife. He prefers his large flamethrowers and sniper rifles and stuff, but
those aren’t very easy to tote along.
Anyways, he waited outside while I got
dressed and everything, and the two of us left the Screaming Tower.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Simple.” He replied confidently. “There’s
another Fear domain here, right here in The Empty City. The Towering Realm.”
“Manufactured Newborn, yes?” I
replied.
“Yes.” Daniel responded, nodding. So
off we went, in search of the Towering Realm. Apparently it looks like a
factory. We went in the car, and drove aimlessly around the City until we
finally found it. It was 4am and still in working order, pumping out steam. We
intended to find out what. Armed with a combat knife and a flashlight, we went
inside to find out what the whole thing was.
Upon entering, we immediately saw that
the factory itself was made out of dead Newborns. This was a little weird to
me, and I cringed a bit, especially when I stepped on one’s face, but Daniel
was completely unfazed, like he knew already. Made me wonder just how much he
knows about the Fears, and just how loyal he is to Mistress. But once again, I
digress.
We walked through the twisting halls
of the factory, finding nothing.
“When are we going to find a Newborn?”
I asked Daniel.
“Patience.” He replied. “I heard from
Mistress the cycle has just restarted. We need to find it before it leaves.”
We walked faster. “I hear Clockwork.”
I said, hearing a faint tick tick tick tick.
“Lead me to it, please.” Daniel
commanded, and I did as he said. Though he isn’t my Master, I think he knows
what he’s doing. After following the noise for a good ten minutes, we found it,
a little skeletal spider-like creature, that seemed to actually be made of
metal. A little bone, maybe, but nothing important.
Daniel suddenly produced a jar from
his backpack, and, in one fluid movement, scooped the Newborn up and screwed
the lid on, The Manufactured Newborn hissing loudly. “Gotcha!” Daniel yelled
triumphantly. He put his face really close the Newborn, and I was wondering how
he could stand to be so close to that Macabre form, even though there was clear
plastic between him and it.
“I know this one so well that I could
write it without actually observing, but it helps to have this one by me.”
Daniel sat down and began to write. I’ll transcribe it here.
File
07: The Manufactured Newborn
Alternate
Names: PRE11, Fossil-Type HOMUNCULI, Subject Mike November, The Neonate, The
Becoming God, The Mock Turtle, The Sun, The Child of Gears
Attitude
Towards Humans: Hostile
Control
Over: Clockwork, Machines
The
Manufactured Newborn is a Fear of unknown origins. Mistress knows she created
it sometime in June 2011, but other than that, not even she quite remembers.
She created it as an experimental pet, but it escaped, and has become quite
powerful. The Life Cycle of a Manufactured Newborn is quite interesting. A
Manufactured Newborn will appear into the Human World small, about the size of
a small loaf of bread, and will begin the collection process. It may take a
pebble and add it to itself, and next a twig, then a toy shovel from a child’s
sandbox, adding to itself and making itself bigger. Afterwards, it moves on to
larger things. It might slaughter a cat and use it’s bones as armor, then kill
a small child for it’s skull to use as a helmet, getting larger and larger and
larger, even adding to itself entire cars. When it reaches car size, it will
tear a hole in space and disappear. Partially. What it really does is forcibly
open a hole to the Empty City. Whether this hurts the City is unknown. Anyways,
it goes to the Towering Realm, and then dismantles itself into part of the Realm
itself. Then, somewhere in the World, a pocketwatch phazes into existance. Some
unsuspecting will pick up said watch and have it absorbed into himself. From
that point forward, it’s only a few minutes before the Newborn bursts from his
chest and ends up in the Realm through unknown means. Then the cycle repeats.
Another ability it has is the ability to possess electronics in it’s small
state. This could do anything from making radios play when unplugged, or cell
phones calling people when it’s off, or even going as far as to make a tank
blow itself up, or one of America’s Supercomputers to drain every bank account
in the world of it’s money. Furthermore, it has servants of it’s own,
Towerborn, that will see to it that the current Newborn grows alright and
completes it’s quest to grow. All in all, The Manufactured Newborn is one of
the most powerful Fears in existance.
While I disagree with his last sentence, I thought it was
a solid article on the Newborn, though I had asked him why he knew so much of
the Newborn. “Towerborn return to the tower.” He said quietly as we were
leaving. This one sentence both confused and terrified me. Just who was Daniel
Thompson? I think he knows more about everything than he lets on, and Mistress
knows it too. Either way, that was in no way the end of the day.
See, Daniel decided to keep the
Newborn to give back to Mistress, and that’s what he did. “Oh, you’ve brought
him back! Thank you so much!” Mistress’s voice was dripping with sarcasm when
she took the jar back. “Now, there’s been a certain dog creeping around the
City today, go check him out.” Her voice turned commanding.
“Yes.” Daniel saluted, and I followed.
We got back in the car and drove around for a while more, before finally seeing
him. The Black Dog. It was amusing, how we could drive fairly close behind him
without it noticing us. Finally Daniel told me to stop the car, and got out
himself. I didn’t follow. He walked off into the distance, following the dog.
He came running back about 10 minutes,
cluching the paper in his right hand, and his left hand with a single slash
through the back. He hopped in the car and quickly said “Drive.” Not caring
about the blood everywhere. I could see the Black Dog running at us, barking
madly, so I floored the gas and we got out of there. I didn’t slow under 80mph
until we reached the Screaming Tower.
Daniel got his hand bandaged up,
turned out the Black Dog lunged at him after he finished writing, and he got a
scratch on his hand. He finished writing with his right hand, and gave it to me
to type up.
File
08: The Black Dog
Alternate
Names: PRE10, Fossil-Type TINDALOS, The Omen, Subject Bravo Delta, Grim,
Steppenwolf, The Tear Dog, Gwylligi
Attitude
To Humans: Extremely Hostile
Control
Over: N/A
The Black
Dog is strange in the fact that it doesn’t seem to have much control over
anything other it’s own body, even more so than the Nightlanders. And that body
is one of much interest. If it is injured, say, oh, it’s left hind leg was cut
off, the left leg of who did it would disappear and form on the Black Dog. In
this process, it is theoretically possible for the Black Dog to become
humanoid. While this is unlikely, it’s certainly an intriguing possibility, Other
than that, The Black Dog is like any other feral dog, except it attacks humans
whenever it sees one, with both teeth and claws. It has no followers or Domain,
the only one who has neither. It simply roams the Earth, aimlessly. One wonders
why it exists. I doubt it knows.
This article was shorter than most simply because there’s
not much to say about the Black Dog. Either way, that’s all for today.
Hopefully something will happen tomorrow.
~Sylvia out~
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