War

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.