The Fears Part 1

As promised, I will now do a post describing the Fears and what the do.


Slender Man

I've already talked about this guy here. I stand by everything I've said in that post. I still believe Slendy is the most powerful, but I agree that many if not all of the other Fears come close to equaling his power.

Also, Since I made that post, I've learned more about his Enhanced. They're a lot more limited than I originally believed. The process of becoming an Enhanced is painful and often ends in death. Those who survive the process and become Enhanced have short life spans, surviving an average of six months before their hearts explode inside their chest. If they push their bodies too far, they can accelerate their deaths.

Recently, my good friend O'Zalia made a deal with Jack Of All, which extended his own life while shortening the lives of every other Enhanced in the world.


The Archangel

The Archangel is the Fear of Religion. It essentially is the afterlife. Those who die become a part of it, and it can appear as anyone who has become one with it. Its true form is unknown, but Daniel might have seen a glimpse of one of its stronger forms. Its shape-shifting abilities aren't limited to humans either. It can become dead animals and monsters as well.

The Archangel has followers. A cult/ street gang calling themselves the Timberwolves. They don't have any special abilities like some servants do.

The Archangel's symbol is a pair of triangles overlapping each other. It kind of looks like a pair of hourglasses, but it's actually a modified star of David.

There have been instances of dead people becoming free of the Archangel. These people are called Indisen. They are rare, and I can only name one that I'm aware of. Justin Ferin. He's a bit of a special case. Daniel was somehow able to tear his soul away from the Archangel. Justin is now living inside Daniel's subconscious and seems to have kept a bit of the Archangel's power.

The Archangel has control over a black mist that it can use as a weapon. It can solidify this mist into anything it wants, such as guns and other weapons. It also likes to wear a gas mask which I assume is made of the same mist.

Its domain is Bliss, which sadly I don't know much about.

The Archangel likes to get its hands dirty, and is one of the most dangerous Fears.


The Plague Doctor

This guy. The Fear of disease. It appears as a hooded man wearing a bird faced mask, similar to what was wore by doctors during the plague era. It can spread disease wherever it goes, and often leave behind a trail of death. The Plague doctor is sometimes seen with snakes.

It has servants called Oathbreakers. They come in two categories; Night Surgeons and Mad Doctors. The Night Surgeons are back alley doctors who give unprofessional care to people, while secretly making the injuries or ailments even worse. Mad Doctors are actually doctors who spread disease from within the walls of hospitals. That is why hospitals are dangerous. I recommend eating an apple a day.

The Plague Doctor's symbol is a snake wrapped around a stick, appropriately named the stick and serpent. If you see this in your local hospital, get the hell out of there. Not joking.

Ren, the Thorned Prince also works for the Plague Doctor, but not as an Oathbreaker.

Plaguey's domain is the crumbling castle, a partially organic castle which seems to be eroding away, but never completely collapsing.

The Plague Doctor is an experimental bastard, and likes to test out different diseases on people. Stay the hell away from this guy.


The Wooden Girl

The Fear of being controlled. She is a living marionette, who uses her strings to take control of people.

She has two types of servants. The first are Puppets. They are unwilling servants, who are manipulated by her strings. They have had their free will taken and if you ever see one, it might be more merciful to kill them. And killing them isn't usually enough. The strings can still move the body after it dies, so destroying the body is the only way to be safe.

Willing Dolls are exactly what they sound like. They serve her willingly. Some Willing Dolls seem to be incapable of aging. They also have strings attached, and the Wooden Girl cam take control of them if she ever wants to.

Her domain is the Screaming Tower, which is a fucked up realm where she tortures people. It's also where Tower TV is filmed, which is a channel which plays some really messed up programs, and can only be viewed by certain people.


The Convocation

The Convocation is a hivemind of birds. They are the Fear of the sky and of being carried away. They can manipulate lightning, and in some stories I've heard they can actually become lightning.

They have servants called Nests, one of which I am travelling with right now. The Convocation somehow removes a bunch of a humans internal organs so that they can live inside of them. As long as the birds are there, the Nest won't need the organs that were removed, as the birds are somehow able to serve as substitutes. I don't really know how it works. How many birds can fit inside a Nest? More than is normally possible. Crow here has a hundred and one, from what he tells me.

Their domain is the Bleak Shore. It is a vast beach, where the sky is literally composed of birds. I've been there, and it freaked me out.


The Rake

Another Fear I've had the displeasure of meeting. Fortunately, we were on the same side at the time, so it wasn't hostile. Much. It is the Fear of animal brutality, and of animal intelligence.

It is known to sneak into peoples rooms late at night and whisper things to them. And if you wake up while it's doing so, it may attack you. Actually, it will almost definitely attack you.

It may seem to be a mindless, rabid animal, but don't let that fool you. That mother fucker is intelligent, and deadly.


The Blind Man

as you all know, I used to work for this guy. He is the Fear of growing old and forgetting. He is an old man, wearing glasses that conceal his eyes, or lack thereof. He carries a book, and if he writes your name in it, you will forget your childhood. Your childhood becomes sealed inside a book, and stashed inside the Blind Man's domain.

The Blind Man has followers called the Archive. The Archive is divided into multiple sections. The Collectors gather information for the Archive. The Brokers sell information to high payers. The Inquisitors deal with internal affairs and handle corruption from within. Analyst perform experiments and investigate data brought to them by the Collectors.Scribes record data that they are told to. Keepers are security guards and interrogators  And the Martyrs are the soldiers of the Archive.

Sometimes, the Blind Man will give a person who he's already taken from the memories of a different person. These people are called Gifted, and are respected by the Archive.

The Blind Man also seems to possess some level of telekinesis.

His domain is the Catacombs, a system of tunnels where he keeps all his books. His bone spiders also live there, producing the silk that is woven to make the pages in his books.


The Empty City

The Empty City is a living domain, split apart from the normal world. It is a shape-shifting world, usually taking the form of a city. If you ever see a door where it shouldn't be, don't enter it, because it probably leads to the City.

The City is the Fear of being lost, and it lures its victims into it, where they wander until the City eventually consumes them.

The City serves as a neutral meeting ground for the Fears, where they sometimes conduct Fear business, whatever that means.


The Intrusion

Like the Convocation, the Intrusion is a hivemind. Unlike the Convocation, the Intrusion is a hivemind of bugs. They burrow into peoples skin, and then reproduce inside their bodies. Then, the new born bug eat their way out of the body, killing the person in the process. They're sort of like the HIV virus, when you think about it (For those of you who don't get what that means, the HIV virus injects its RNA into white blood cells in order to produce more HIV viruses, which kills the blood cells). If you ever see bugs acting strangely, run. Those are not normal bugs.


The Choir

The Choir is the Fear of miscommunication. They are perceived as either grey shadow or grey mold. They can manipulate sound, making people hear things differently. They can also emit extremely loud noises that can make a persons head explode. they enjoy messing with people, convincing them that everyone is their enemy.

In their mold form, they can attach to a persons skin and turn them into Greyskins. If they do that, it's almost impossible to get away from them.


The Eye

The Eye is the Fear of judgement. It follows people who have guilt on their conscious, or have committed bad crimes in the past. It can appear anywhere, and forces people to remember their sins. Eventually, it takes control over someone, and forces them to kill its victim. The person controlled by the Eye is called Judgement. Judgement's body eventually burns up, and if it does so before the victim is dead, the Eye will possess a new Judgement.

I have a theory about why Judgement burns up. That theory is the God's Way. As you know, humans can't safely use the God's Way. I still feel pain whenever I use it, and I'm part Fear. I have no idea what would happen if a normal human passed through the God's Way. Judgement's whole "Burning up" thing might be because the Eye forces Judgement to use the God's Way. This is just a theory, and I have no way of testing it.


The Black Dog

The Black Dog is the Fear of lies and of having your secrets revealed. It hunts down secret keeper, marking them with tear-like scars beneath their eyes. It can be either passive or aggressive, and has been known to outright attack people. It usually brings people objects relating to their secrets.

The Black Dog can regenerate itself by merging with living or dead bodies, and can create miniature dogs that vanish after a few hours.

I am also aware of human servants called "Prowlers". How do I know about them? Crow told me. How does Crow know about them? The bird told him. There's some advantages to having a Nest on your side. Also, Ashen Phoenix, me and Crow both say hi. Forgot to say that earlier.

Prowlers have red eyes, the same as the dog, and can see peoples secrets. Prowlers aren't very common, and the dog doesn't really use them much, as it prefers to work alone.


The Cold Boy

The Fear of being cold and lonely. Those who it targets usually find safety in numbers, as it doesn't appear much unless its target is by themselves. He appears as a young boy with blue skin and hair, whose face is often blurry, as if seen through fogged glass. He likes to sing twisted nursery rhymes when stalking people, and he can control cold and ice.

He has servants called Cold Ones who have black eyes and chant "We are cold" a lot.

His domain is the Winter Court, a frozen land where his Cold Ones live.

If this dick is following you, make some friends. You'll never be safe from him if you're alone.


The Unnamed Child

This is a little girl, who appears beautiful to her victims, but seems a bit off to every one else. She comes into a persons life, becoming the center of their attention, until they abandon all else in order to care for her. She then leaves abruptly, leaving her victim with nothing. They usually become Wanderers, forever searching for her again. If they find her, She'll whisper something to them, supposedly her real name. They will then forget their name and all instances of it having been spoken. These are her servants, the Nameless Ones.

I haven't met her yet, and I hope I never do. She's the Fear of commitment and losing loved ones.


The Nightlanders

These are my current enemy, the Fear of the dark. They are living shadows, who have an obsession with perfection. The rearrange everything to their liking, sometimes going as far as rearranging a person's body or killing people who mess up their arrangements. Think of the most OCD person you know, and multiply it by a hundred.

Some believe the are servants or former victims of the Empty City, but I don't know.

Bill Dawson, my current adversary, is a human who seems to be part Nightlander. He can melt into the shadows like they can, and is able to produce weapons from pure darkness. I don't know if there's others like him, but I really hope not.


I'm gonna have to make this into a multi-parter. I'll post the other Fears later. For now, I need some rest. Peace out.

EAT

Our first stop was in the swamps of Florida, where part of EAT was active. EAT was involved in the previous ten plagues, so we decided to try and get to her before the Shadow Man did.

We were almost immediately attacked by Camper alligators. Yes, you read that right. Camper. Alligators. Crow managed to kill them all by zapping the water, but he ended up shocking me in the process.

I woke up half an hour later to see him and this other guy standing over me. It didn't take me long to figure out who the other guy was.

"So your finally conscious," the Camper said. "In that case, we can discuss the current situation."
"Would you mind telling us what the Camper-gators were about?" I asked, slowly getting to my feet.
"Safety precaution," the Camper said. "We were unsure whether you meant to attack or bargain."
"We need to know who's side you're on," Crow said.
"We are on neither side," the Camper said. "However, we acknowledge that the Shadow Man must be stopped."
"So you already know about him?" I asked.
"We have noticed his activities," the Camper said. "He is seeking out the Heralds Of The Plagues, as well as the other Fears, so that he can bring about an apocalypse. As a being of knowledge, We cannot let this happen. He have observed events such as this countless times, and the results are never beneficial to us."
"So you'll help us?" I asked.
"We will do what we can," it said. "But this does not make us allies. We know that you have yet to give up your hopeless dream of eliminating the Fears, and therefore we are still enemies. But for now, as we share a common enemy, we must work together."
"Crow, can you and your feathered friends go away for a bit?" I asked. "There's something I need to asked EAT about."
"Fine," he said, allowing Alexander to carry him off.
"What is it you want to know?" the Camper asked.
"You're a being of knowledge," I said. "So does that mean you know anything about mana?"
"We do, in fact," it said.
"How do I find it?" I asked.
"Mana exists on the second layer of reality," it said.
"The second layer?" I asked. "Is that like a domain?"
"No," it said. "Domains exist parallel to the normal world. The alternate layers are different. There are at least 16 known layers. The first two are the only safe ones."
"I'm assuming you us the word 'safe' loosely," I replied.
"True," it said. "The first layer, where we are now, and the second layer, where mana can be found, are both dangerous places. But the layers after those are places which one should never tread."
"How do I get to the second layer?" I asked.
"As long as you are aware of the second layers existence, it is only a matter of location," it said. "You need to find a place where the wall between layers is thin. Then, you simply have to want to be there."
"I don't have to click my heels together, do I?" I asked sarcastically.
"Of course not," it said.
"So how do I know if I'm in a place where the wall is thin?" I asked.
"Your eyes should be able to see these areas," it told me. "The atmosphere will be different than normal."
"Why are you telling me all this?" I asked. "You seem awfully fine with giving your enemy information that will make them stronger."
"Because it is a fool's errand you are going on," it said. "The second layer is dangerous, as we said. You will likely die if you go there. And even if you do succeed and acquire mana, it is a force few can handle. Mana affects the mind in ways that even most Fears cannot equal. Mana users become dark, twisted versions of themselves. Even the Ace Of Chaos, the most skill user of mana, was unable to maintain complete sanity. The reason we are telling you how to find mana, is because we are confident that you cannot use it. You will not grow stronger. You will destroy yourself from the inside out."

And that was about the point I got pissed off and left. I don't understand. Why would my ancestral father help me regain self control if he was only going to have me seek a power that would cause me to lose it again?

I'm going to keep searching for it. Maybe I'll figure out what the Ace Of Chaos's intentions are if I can find that stuff.



Also, at Tiger. Whoever you are, your last comment confused me a bit. If there's something you want to discuss privately with me, I can be contacted at bmalkator@gmail.com



Anyway, I have to go now. I plan to post a detail description of all of the known Fears soon. Til then, goodbye.

Coming To Collect

Crow showed up in front of me as I was traveling. Apparently, the Convocation's been keeping track of my movements.

"What are you up to?" he asked me.
"Looking for something," I said. "None of your business, really."
"You still owe the Convocation," he said. "And they've decided it's time for you to repay your debt."
"I don't really have time for this," I told him. "Can't this wait?"
"I don't think the imminent destruction of all mankind is gonna wait for you to finish whatever the hell your up to," he said.
"What's this about the destruction of mankind?" I asked.
"There a guy," he said. "He's crazy. Wants to recreate the 10 plagues, only on a larger scale. And what's worse, he's got the Nightlanders, the Black Dog, and the Burning Bride on his side."

I shuddered. I can't forget my encounter with her when I was a child.

"And the Convocation wants to stop this guy?" I asked.
"They were involved in the first instance of the plagues," he said. "They say that it was catastrophic enough. If the world were to be consumed by the plagues, they'd run out of prey."
"Your terrible at wording things to convince people to join your side," I said.
"Whatever," he said. "They demand your assistance. They won't give you a choice in this."
"So refusal isn't an option, then?" I asked.
"Nope," he said. "They'll gladly accept your life as payment if you refuse to join us."
I sighed. "Fine, but after this we go back to being enemies, okay?" I said.
"Sounds like a plan," he said.

I know this is stupid, working with the Convocation, but they aren't giving me an option. Besides, it's for the good of the world. And hopefully I'll be able to find some mana while I'm doing this...

The Death Of A Dying Man

I saw the comments. I didn't like it, but HELLFIRE had a point. I made my decision. I told Daniel that he may need to kill me. I had a plan, and it would have to end in my death.

Of course, things didn't work out that way. We followed the Nightlanders to Silvermist's hideout, where she was meeting with William Dawson, the Shadow Man. She asked him to bring Daniel elsewhere so that she could fight me. He pulled Daniel into the shadows, but just before he vanished, Daniel tossed my old sword over to Tony. Silvermist's thugs charged at us. I drew my knife and Tony and I started fighting them off. It went decent at first, but then they disarmed me and broke my knife.

I gave in at that point. I allowed the darkness to consume me.

They were dead within minutes. I had devoured all of them.

“You've done well,” Silvermist said. “Just what I expected.” She sped toward Tony and knocked him out. “Now, we can fight.”

“Wait!” I said.

“What?” she demanded.

“Release Seraph,” I told her. “Take me instead.”

“What?” she asked. “You would willingly offer up your body to the Dying Man?”

“You just saw what my body is capable of,” I said. “I'm stronger than a mere Lilim. I would make a much better host.”

This was my plan. To trick Silvermist into entering my body. I had planned for Daniel to kill me, and hopefully destroy Silvermist in the process. I know killing the host doesn't guarantee the death of a Dying Man shard, but I figured it was worth a shot. And if Daniel couldn't kill me, the least I could do was try to keep Silvermist suppressed. Estren's able to control HELLFIRE somewhat. I figured I might be able to do the same to Silvermist.

“You're right,” Silvermist said. “You are much more adequate choice.”

She slithered over to me, and grabbed my shoulder. It happened. Silvermist was entering my body. I could feel her trying to control me, and I resisted. I fought back as hard as I could, but she was strong. I had one option left. I entered the depths of my mind.

I've never been inside my own subconscious before. It wasn't what I had expected. The skies were black, and the ground was covered in dark, multicolored sand, with raging rivers on either side of me. A woman stood across from me. She was made of ice, and was surrounded by cold mist. This was Silvermist's true form.

“You've pulled me inside here, to fight me,” she said. “I don't like being tricked.”

“And I don't like Fears,” I said. “Looks like we both have a reason to hate each other's guts.”

We started fighting. My power against hers. She was strong, and I lost the upper hand really quickly. She was about to extinguish my mind from existence. But something happened. The air around her began to crack, and she was torn out of my mind.

I came to, and Saw a man standing over me. The phantasmal figure of Silvermist was being held by the throat, in his hand. She dissolved and was absorbed into him, just like when Estren took HELLFIRE from me. The man was skinny, as if he hadn't eaten in a long time. He had a mask on. It had a symbol that looked like one of the Vision's eyes, only vertical, surrounded by chains, and with a fancy letter A on top of it all.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I am the man who the Vision fell in love with,” he said. “In a way, Benjamin, I am your father.”

“That's... that's impossible!” I said. “You can't be alive, after all this time!”

“I am,” he said. “I attained immortality through the use of Chaos magic, and I have been the Game Master's prisoner for many centuries. Now let's get down to business.”

The symbol on his mask changed into the number 100. Then it became 99. Then 98.

“What's happening?” I asked.

“A countdown,” he said. “This mask is old, and lacks some of the traits that modern day Game masks possess. But it has one power they do not.”

81.

“And what's that?” I asked.

78.

“When the timer runs out, the mask will destroy my body,” he said. “Along with the Dying Man within me.”

69.

“No!” I exclaimed, trying to run to him and rip his mask off. I've been alone my whole life. I couldn't let my ancestral father die now, right after I learned he was still alive. A silver light shot from his hand, and wrapped itself around me, keeping me away from him.

“Even I can't hold the Dying Man forever,” her said. “I have to destroy it.”

“What is this!?” I demanded, trying to break free of the energy holding me.

56.

“This is mana,” he said. “It is the power that me and many Scions have come to wield. Memorize its feel, and seek it out when this is over. I am giving you its secret, so that you too can learn to control it, and use it as your weapon.”

45.

“Listen to me, Ben,” he said. “I thought I had lost everything. I had given up hope. But then I learned of your existence. I learned that I still have something left. I don't want to lose that. I want you to live.”

28.

“You are my legacy,” he continued. “Keep fighting on. Before I go, I'm going to give you a gift.”

20.

The power encasing me flowed into my body, and I felt my darkness subsiding. T was still there, but the light had been drawn out to balance it.

“I've spent my life merging light and darkness together,” he said. “Darkness shouldn't be feared. You can control it, as long as you use it in conjunction with the light.”

“The light?” I asked.

13.

“There is light in your heart,” he said. “It will always be there. That light is love.”

1.

“Goodbye, my son,” he said.

The mask glowed, and his body was engulfed in silver fire. There was nothing left except for a burnt spot on the floor in front of me.

I don't know how long I sat there crying. I had just watched my last blood relative burn to nothingness right in front of me. Do you have any idea what that feels like.

Then I noticed the mirror. It was laying at the edge of the room. One of the thugs must have been carrying it. The Mother Of Snakes rose from it, and hovered over me. I stood up and faced her, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Are you hurt and broken?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “And I'm not scared either. I'm not afraid of you, or the darkness!”

“Oh really?” she asked.

That's about when Daniel came in.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked.

“So, this is the fabled Devil Killer,” the Mother Of Snakes asked.

“Stay back, Daniel,” I warned him. A few feet from me, Seraph started moving again.

“Ah, you're awake, “the Mother said. “Come, it is time for use to go.”

“No,” Seraph said, looking scaredly into the Mother Of Snakes eyes. “I- I don't want to.”

“Oh?” the Mother Of Snakes asked,

“I've been through too much,” she pleaded. “I don't wanna go back. I've had enough of all of this.”

“It is not your choice,” the Mother Of Snakes said.

It never is, I thought to my self, scowling at how cruel these “masters” are.

“You are my servant,” the Mother of Snakes said. “You've had enough when I say you have.”

She began moving toward Seraph, but Daniel fired the gun I gave him- the gun I took from the tournament- narrowly missing her head. That brave, brave idiot. Well, I suppose it's a bit hypocritical for me to say that.

“She said she doesn't want any more of this!” Daniel said. “Leave her alone!”

“Very well, Devil Killer,” she said. “Our time to fight has not come yet. Until then, I shall leave you alone. But from now on, sleep with one eye open.”

She vanished back into the mirror and I angrily stomped on it until in was in tiny little pieces.

“Are you okay?” Daniel asked.

“I'm fine,” I said. Then I motioned to Tony and Seraph. “I have to go for a while. Take care of these two.”

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I have to find something,” I said. I was going to fulfill my father's dying wish. “Mana.”

I used the God's Way and teleported just outside the hotel. I could have just teleported straight into our room, but fuck it, I was too tired to be accurate. I went inside to grab my things, and saw Reika standing there.

“What do you want, Archie?” I asked.

“I just wanted to tell you that you've done a good job,” the Archangel said. “You may not have dealt the felling blow, but without you Silvermist would still be causing us problems.”

“There's a price for every victory,” I said. “My last relative is a part of you now, right?”

“Nope!” the Archangel said. “Believe me, I would have loved to make the Ace Of Chaos mine, but his soul is laced with mana. I can't take those kinds of souls. He will likely drift between life and death for all of eternity. Or cease to exist all together. Either one.”

“Well, if that's all your here for, then why don't you leave?” I asked.

“I will in a moment,” it said. “I just want to reward you.”

It produced a cloud of black mist, which solidified into a folded shirt and jacket and a black and purple short sword, which he left on my bed before vanishing through the God's Way.

The shirt is interesting. If I think about using my second mouth, it automatically peels apart to expose it. The jacket is also really durable. Tried burning it. Didn't work. I suppose I might as well use then. And the sword's cool I guess. Jagged blade, razor sharp, comes with a sharp-edged hand guard. I guess this'll come in handy.

Well, I guess I'm finished typing. I got my things, and left. Now, it's time to find some mana.

The Serpent's Ultimatum

This isn't good. Daniel and I split up up to find information on Silvermist. Guess who I ran into?

The Mother Of Snakes.

I absentmindedly glanced into a mirror, and there she was.

“Hello again, Demi-God,” she said to me. I glanced around. We were alone. The other people in that store were suddenly gone.

“what do you want?” I asked.

“You already know,” she said.

“I'm not giving in,” I said stubbornly.

“Are you sure?” she said. “You seem to be rather close to the edge.”

“I'm not there yet,” I said. “And I don't plan on getting any closer.”

“Oh really?” she asked. She passed through the mirror and raised herself so that we were face to face. I stayed still. I wasn't going to show fear. “Do you intend to resist the darkness forever?”

“I'll resist as long as I have to,” I said.

She sighed. “Whatever you say,” she said. “You'll give in eventually.” She began melting back into the mirror.

“And what makes you so sure of that?” I asked.

“You cannot stop the darkness,” she said. “No one can.”

“I intend to prove you wrong,” I told her.

“You can try,” she said. All of her except her face had returned to the mirror.“In the meantime, There's something I want you to do.”

“Why would I do anything for you?” I asked.

“Because we're after the same thing,” she said. “The destruction of Silvermist. It has infected one of my children. I want you to destroy Silvermist, and free my child from its control.”

“And what incentive do I have to save your Lilim?” I asked.

“Simple,” she said. “Either you do it, or I kill every one close to you.”

She melted all the way back into the mirror and vanished. I heard people. I looked around and saw that the other people who were in the store before had returned. I checked my watch. No time had passed at all.

This isn't good. How am I gonna destroy Silvermist without killing its host? Even killing the host isn't a guaranteed way of killing a Dying Man. I could try tearing it from its host's body, but I'd have to seal it inside myself. And I've already had a Dying Man inside me before. HELLFIRE was able to control me almost completely before, and since the darkness inside of me has increased so much since then, I don't think I can resist the control of another Dying Man piece.

HELLFIRE, I know you don't like Silvermist. And Liar... well, I honestly have know idea how you feel about Silvermist, but if either of you know a solution to this, I'd be glad to hear it. Although, You'll probably tell me to let it possess me. Whatever. I need to think of a way out of this, and if possible, I'd like to avoid resorting to that.

The Compulsion

I've been putting up with so much crazy shit, I forgot what I made this blog for; giving advice about the Fears. I don't have a lot of time today, but I can tell you all about the Compulsion.

The Compulsion is a confusing thing. It's an unexplained phenomena which causes people to tell the world about their experiences with the Fears. It is the reason so many of these blogs exist.

There are many theories as to what causes the compulsion, but I know of an interesting truth; there are multiple causes. Some cases of the Compulsion are caused by the Rake or the Choir, whispering to people and urging them to write. Most other causes of the compulsion are unknown.

There is one cause of the Compulsion (maybe more) that is very intriguing. It affects a persons memory, allowing them to recall events almost perfectly while they're recording them. I believe Daniel and I are under the effects of it, along with some other people I've seen, including many of the tournament participants.

I have a theory that the Blind Man might be behind it, helping us to remember this as we type them out. If this is the case, I'm not sure what his motivation is. Perhaps he wants the secrets of other Fears to become public, to give himself an edge in the game. But he's also allowed me to remember Archive secrets while I type them out, so perhaps there's something else he's after.

Perhaps I'll see him again soon, and maybe he'll be willing to explain some of this. He hasn't made any offensive moves against me yet, so maybe I can get away with asking him for info. Don't get me wrong, I still hate him with a passion, but maybe I can find some things out from him.

Anyway, I have some investigating to do. I'll try to make some more informational posts later, perhaps one that summerizes the nature of the Fears. See ya soon.