Log Entry #9: On Meetings, Basements, Blood, and Transformations

Sorry i haven't posted thing for a while know, i've been hiding. for something completely off topic, did you know that the recording studio for Mister Oculus has a sub level, and that its completely filthy and disgusting? it's a lot like a sewer i stayed in when i was running from The Slender mIRIS! I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU! lets get something straight here, Iris. i stabed his eye because he was being unreasonable. well, it wasn't actually his fault. also, an eye for an eye, leaves the hole world monocular. anyways, you are correct, he is a fear, but i'm not sure about that coming from The Transgression, but that would explain why that thing only has one eye. anyway, let me explain what happened last night. i walked into “Mister Oculus’s” office. he had walked in there only moments before. i had brought my sword just in case things got ugly.

“Mister Oculus i presume” i said. he tuned around in surprise, but was quickly smiled “Shadow!” he exclaimed, “Good to,”he tried to find the right words, “see you again! Hows it been working for the blind man?” he nodded to a seat and i sat down. he himself sat in a chair behind his desk.

“I’m not here to smalltalk, Eye.” he cringed as i called him his real Title

“Yes, i suppose you wouldn't”. he fidgeted with his hands. “then lets get to the point, shall we?”

“Why is The Last Gift want to kill me?”.

He shrugged his shoulders and keep on smiling like there nothing wrong with the world he pulls out a teapot from his desk (huh?) and poreses out some weird red liquid from the said condiment container into a cup.

“What that?” i said, inching away from the desk

“Why, don’t you know? its oculi liquorem.” i curse right out loud as soon as those words left his mouth, and pulled out my sword. no way he would do that, i thought, he would have almost half the fears against him! but then he did. then mutable things happened at once. he though the tea cup at me, spilling its contents. i was in front of the door when he thoh the cup. good thing i got out of the way in time, but it was a bad thing for the poor gavel the oculi liquorem splashed upon. yes, when i got out of the way, the door opened and Bam! instant wet servant! he yelled out in surprise, and then out in agony. i have no idea who that was iris, and i have seen many painful thing happened to other, but i have seen nothing this weird... well actually i've seen weirder (if at all possible, never witness an affliction). his body became amorphous, and started to warp and change. the general humanoid shape was still there, but the dimensions of the body were changing. the limbs, digits, and torso stretched and became thin. the neck enonge too, but not as much as the rest of the body. the facial features clumped together into a low dome and a line formed on the diameter. the hair became black and wild and rugged. other than that, it look completely like itself before being spits with eye juice. it stood up and opened its larger eye (which took up its entire face area) for the first time as a Cyclopus.

“Oh My...” i muttered. i had only heard stories about oculi liquorem and what it does to mortals. oculi liquorem is the Blood of The Eye, like Slender man’s Azoth, only. it has the capability to transform most being, permanently or temporarily, into a being known as a Cyclopus, an extension of The Eye, a bit like Judgment, but a bit more stable. thare used by The Eye as another, um, eye, or viewpoint to see out of. completely overwhelming their soul and warping it compile so its only purpose in exists is to be its masters informerse. during the transformation process, the subject usually retain some of it cartistics of the original form, which explains why the formerly gavel will probably still be recognised among its assorted aqantinsiss (have i lost you because of the fancy language?). almost all higher being, including the less powerful fears, UXP’s, and other Monsters an eldritch abominations, and excluding diving bins such as angels, can be also be turned into Cyclopi, but only temporarily, and very briefly. anyway

The Eye seemed to go even more insane after seeing his new utensil. he laughed and convulses with pure madness. he grabbed the teapot and though it at me. having no time to dog it, i slashed it with my sword. it spit cleanly in half and hit the ground at my feet. i was about to strike him, but i saw the oculi liquorem turning white on the blade. interesting, i thought. i dipped the blade into the the spilled blood. it slowly changed color, for red to white, Oculi liquorem to Zilva. it seem to stick to the blade. i glanced up i was shocked when i saw The Eye strangling himself. he started screaming and laughing at the same time. i look on stuned. then i noticed his shadow. it was caging from the shadow of the Mister Oculus manifestation to one of the thing i saw earlier this week. The Transgression smiled as it watched the fear that it was possessing. it smirked and chuckled at its work. it took one of its arms and poked into one of the eyes of the hat the Mister Oculus manifestation and wa sucked into it. i had to stop it from killing that stupid eye. now, i admit, sometimes i would like to make the Eye black, but we sort of need the fears, well, until the end of the universe, not to mention on that The Transgression had been imprisoned in the singularity cell. i had been trying to come up with a way to beat the sense back into The Eye when i hit me. Man i an idiot i thought. i quickly dipped my blade into the Zilva, which climbed and some covered the blade, and ran at the Eye. i stabbed the blade into the middle eye of the top hat, which The Transgression had use to enter his mind.

As he sank to the floor with a streak, i whispered where his ear would have been, “i suggest to prevent this happening again, you should have one of you Gavels become your bodyguard, perhaps one that can manipulate the Zilva.” i pulled out the blade from the now beating, closed eye.

“now i have two fears to worry about.” i muttered. i looked over at the door. the Cyclops. it had just stood there ever since it had had been created. i gabbed its hand and led it into a closet. i closed the door and reann down the hall back to the computer room. i picked up my supplies and ran towards the stairs. as i ran i noticed everyone was on the floor, except the young children, who were sitting quietly. only later i would learn that all the gavel have a connection with the the eye, so when he was knocked unconscious, all of them were too (not to mention the eye tattoo on their bodies will also feel the pain he endured in his eye. sorry iris). i hope i did a good job explaining.

Record II: Awkward Enough…

Heh. So I found your ‘blog’, Iris. So that’s your name. Sorry for the inconsistencies – I was just walking in and out, finding out what’s happening - I found a strange note from a ‘shadow’, as you mentioned in your post. Odd. Of course you may think I am a weirdo – I think that I am one myself. Shadow, you, and I could somehow meet, if favorable. No need for incessant insults and yelling, though. I can only hope that you don’t talk like that. That’s about it for now, so… C’ya there.
 ~~Seaderus Biolocken Blackout 21:12, Monday, December 16, 2013.

Record I: Doowylloh is self explanatory

I am currently doing a headlog, recording what is going through my thoughts, along with my actions. I walk through a set of heavy iron doors. I push them open easily, ferrokinesis being one of the many tricks under my hat. I close them shut, welding them together with a tight bond of fire and steel, pyrokinesis also being another power under my belt. No one could get in now. I walked sometime into the hallway, until I got to a door with a large plaque.

This is the right place. I knock, and hear a bang, as if someone has stood up quickly. I hide around the corner, just in time to see a shaded figure wearing a hat, cursing and muttering under his breath. “They allowed that thing to be AIRED?” the figure said, louder than the rest of his ranting. I laughed, as he has a point—Mister Oculus is the oddest show. Ever. No argument there. I came for what I need. I stepped inside. A women walked out from behind a blackout curtain, possibly to cover the recording studio from extra light. She looks at me quizzically. Before she could speak, I say, “I’m an extra. For the show?” She nods, and gestures me to the curtain. I heave an internal sigh of relief—she didn’t discover my lie. My right wing itches, wanting me to leave—it has been tucked under there too long. I take off my jacket in a flurry of movement, surprising the girl. She has a name, but I do not know it. I guessed it was one of the stars, or maybe the receptionist. She looked at me blankly. “Who are you?” She asks me. “Me?” I ask, playing for time. “Yes, you.” “Me… Well, that’s an easy one.” I pause. “Yes?” “I am Seaderus B. Blackout. C’ya later, sucker!” I flap my wings, bursting out a window, falling. At the last second, I loop back up to the window. “You better not tell anyone about this. You’re finale will come… Early.” With that final threat hanging in the air, I swoop down, over the gates of Doowylloh, and into a open door. It leads to a small apartment, which was owned by me. I am sitting down in a chair, hacking into this blog, and I am about to publish it. Of course, what you are reading is very recent. Don’t go looking for me. I won’t let you live. ~~Seaderus Biolocken Blackout 19:14, Monday, December 16, 2013.

Log Entry #8: WHAT WAS THAT?!

That was supposed to be for Tower TV!? I've seen more entertaining/moral beige colored paint drying! why didn't that get canceled?! well I've done some listening/spying and apparently that girl’s name is Iris Dogood, a pretty typical name of a gavel. their first name is usually something relating to eyes of sight, while their last name is based on their main job. that's not her real name, I'm am sure, but the Eye probably made her forget her real name when she came into his service. that happens to most gavels. sooooo..... no much to do here. still i haven't revealed myself yet. later tonight i'll talk to the eye. i did him a favor in the last few years so he won’t kill me or anything like that. lets just hope that he won’t mind me being here... now that i think about it, ill ask him about that Last Gift, maybe he will tell me WHY IT HATE’S ME SO!!! oh, and before i forget, here’s her blog. She named it an Eye for an eye; http://thefearmythos.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:PyroGothNer.

Log Entry #7: Into Tower TV land

Shoot, i hope they don’t get out of that pit any time soon. Ok, right now i'm in a server room in the Mister Oculus filming studio. it, like all of the other Tower TV film studio’s, located pasuly in the Empty City. so thats how i got he-One sec, “Be quiet over there! i’m trying to concentrate!”. sorry, they were trying to get my attention from that hole. stupid Gavels. where was i? oh yes, who i got in here. i was running through an alleyway, being chased by some City Tentacles, which are black tentacles/arms created by the city to hunt down prey and drag it back to a wall, when a mouth will appear on the wall surface and consume the prey, which i didn't want that very fine morning. Quite annoying, disrupt your entire plans for the rest of the day. anyway. one tentacle tried to wrap around my leg.

“Ballix” i muttered as dodged the attack, “Why are they so annoying?” then i glimpsed the front gates of Doowylloh (oh nice name, i can imagine where they got that), the entrance from the empty city to the screaming tower, filming site for all of the tower tv programs, well, most of them. the filming site exists in the screaming tower and the empty city at the same time, making it easier for servants/actors/food/expendables to enter it, which was very fortunate for m-BACK TO STORY. i needed to end this game of tag right now. i turned around and pulled out a black short sword( yes, i have a sword, how cliche, which i just realised i could've used in on that Stupid Jar) from nowhere (yes its eldritch, that was a silly question to ask, non-existent-readers) and slashed all of the tentacles to ribberns. immediately they started to reform, but the dead was done, and this particular dead had just bought me enough time for me to escape. i had ran through the gates when a enerathly(or should i say; Empty City-ly) streak came from behind me. i calmly turned around to face the tentacles straining against the force wall that prevented them from entering the gate. but let me explain something first. earlier in Tower TV history, the tentacles enter through the gates at night and killed some of the employees on the site. ever since then, there has been a force field at the gate to prevent future incidents.

As i was about to entered a random studio through the back entrance, i saw something move in my peripheral vision. i turn in the direction of the movement and wanted to scream out long. a strange abomination was moving across the street, seemingly not taking any notice of me. now, don’t take me wrong, i have faced down almost a lot of abomination. i've seen eldritch places, friends being transformed before my very eyes, and the entire demonic army of hell tearing a soul of a very evil man apart limb by limb. but this thing was one of the things that filled my with even more dread than all of the things pervious. how the heck did that thing get out of the prison?! the memory of that thing still haunts me right now. it didn't look like much, a female humanoid, with long, spindly arms(which it dragged along the ground behind the rest of it) which looked very similar to a spiders, with a long neck and a seemingly skeletal face, excepted for its left eye, which was reptilian and red, and is mouth, which crevec absurdly in a half circle. it hair was wild and fearful, like rats had nested in it and also eaten some. it wore a red ball gown, suspiciously looking like it was stained with blood. its skin was moist like muscle a lot looked like it too, and was scared all over it. it glided quickly and disappeared into an alley. let just say i wasn't anxious to follow it in hot pursuit. i ran to a back entrance and slammed the door behind me.........................Sorry, i lost my train of thought, where was i? as i ran down the hall, i ran into some employees. which happened to be two Gavels. how could i tell? they had blinking eye marks on their necks. you see, they serve the eye, which is how i knew that i ended up in the eye’s thing. they were shocked to see me and immediately ran the opposite direction. the next moment the alarms went off.

“Great” i said angrily, “just what i needed, the eye trying to kill me.”. i ran towards an open door and closed it behind me. i turned around and found myself face to eye with, well, a gigantic eye. yep, just growing out of the wall. i have know idea what it was doing in there but i bludgeoned it. yep. just like that. with my sword. Lets get back to the story, shall we? i hear someone coming so ill half to end this now.

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Ok, im back. someones at one of the computers, she seems to be writing... is that a blog? of cores it is. stupid compulsion. maybe i can talk to her. later tonigh-BACK TO STORY! i ran (i seem to run a lot of the time in this blog) out of the closet, down the hall, and right into a large group of gavels. i ran past them and jumped over a carpet. i have no idea why i did that, i kind of got a strange feeling about it. it was a good thing i did. apparently a strange fleshy hole portal thing was hidden under it. you know why i know that? because all of them fell through. i have a sneaking suspicion that hole led to the Last Gift’s domain, and that it was for me. note to self: get on good terms with the Last Gift. and now were here, me in the corner of the computer room, some gavels in a dimensional rift, and a 19 (?) year old girl typing on a blog post. i think i'll start reading it, maybe it can tell me how she is. i can’t put my finger on it, but she reminds me of someone, i think she’s important.

PRE35: The Vision

Designation: PRE29
Common Name: The Vision
A.K.A: Fossil-Type Moirai, The Oracle, The Duchess, Destiny, Fate, The Future, The Pathwalker, The Guide, Clotho, The Soothsayer, The Oracle, Dola, Jumala, Isalein, The Visionary, The Source of Life, Blessed Damozel, The Chaos Butterfly.
Description: PRE35 is described as an “extremely beautiful” female humanoid resembling a caucasian human, with orange/red hair, Red wings, and red claws for hand. is most often seen wearing long blue evening gown. the subject’s eyes have no irises and her pupils are extremely large. its eyes are able to see though all types of matter, and see the future events. if someone looks into PRE35's eyes, the subject will start to hallucinate. these hallucinations always depict glimpses of events in the subjects future or “destiny”. It intentionally shows people their futures but only bits and pieces. As the subject shows them more, their sanity is slowly destroyed. the victim will try to avoid these events or find out more. during this process, PRE35 can embed some of its consciousness into the subjects soul, thus make the victim its servant.
Servants: Scions (
Fear of: Destiny, Inevitability
Domain: “The Streams Of Destiny”
(Note: you know i like this one. maybe i can convince her to help me out... if she were still existent, yep shes currently in pieces [mostly], mostly in The Arena.)

Log Entry #6: Journey to the Center of The Pantheon of Horror

Okay, im out. Byways ill explain later, escaped that daft Jar’s Domain, but now i’m stuck in the Empty City, which like to eat people. maybe i can find the The Wandering here...BUT YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT, CURRENTLY NON-EXISTENT READERS!! you want to hear about what happened last time. well let me tell you:
           I walked into the building where the cat disappeared into. now, to understand why i hesitated at the door, i'll describe what the cat itself looked like. its fur was black, and slightly mangy, half-inch bald spots just starting to form. it look like it wa in the stages of going in between malnourished and regularly nourished, as you could see hints of its bones. its eyes were the most craziest thing about it. they looked old, too old for a cat or any living thing. and it had a presence about it, which made whomever was around it lul into a sense of sincerity, as if the strange cat could do nothing harmful to you of anyone. it made you want to trute it kindly, do do whatever it wanted you to do, mostly the urge to follow it. i knew i really souldent follow it, but i was curious. as i walked in, an overpowering and pervading smell of rotting flesh and things flesh produces hit me. i was considering of going back when i heard a mechanism behind ,me. i turned around judft in time to see the door being sealed behind me. i rushed to the stone blocking the door. i picked up a stick from the floor then. i banged on the stone with it for about a minute, then check my progress. oh joy, not a scratch. but what am i think, i chided myself, like a stick could do anything against a large stone slab.

             “i really should control myself better.” i muttered to myself. i slumped to the floor, leaning against the stone. i look down the hallway. torches were placed along the walls so that there would be large areas of darkness separating the small areas of light. not really inviting. at that moment, i heard a series of beeps i fished around in my pocket until i found that wird wrist clockwork vortex manipulator thing. on the small screen a message was written: Come on, old boy, no use in sitting around all day, get on with it! okay, i thought, i fitted around with it until a small qwerty keyboard popped out. i typed a quick response: okay then stalker, so tell me, who are you and how do you know what i'm doing?. the reply came quickly: First of, you already know me, although you probably don't remember because of the crisis. well let me tell you, I’m Not a Fear. I am Head Librarian, Head Curator, The Doormaster, The Barman, Mister C, John Doe, A. Wizard, The Chronicler, Richard Roe, Smithy Weston, That guy who hangs out in B&Q, Him by the record player, Etcetera Etcetera. remind you of anyone? My response: $@%& you, you cryptic fish. i shut off the device, got up, and started walking. then i ran back towards the slab yelling (i was trying to put the domain into a false sense of security. i know, bad idea, but i hadn't slept for a while and my brain rilly wasint fucunoing at full capasity). i stop in my tracks, realizing that the “stone slab” was a humongous touth. i gave the walls an apprehensive closer look. just as i suspected, bone. living bone, the floor was slightly damp flesh, and the rug was actually a tongue thing. i checked it. comply connected to the ground thank goodness for that. call me old fashion, but i don't want to be wrapped up in a tongue, dragged to a mouth, the be chewed and digested. lastly, i investigated the nearest torch to me. it was a vain of some sort of valve vomiting out methane or other flammable gas and it was being ignited by a weird flesh thing that had a wooden stick thing growing out of it, embering at the end, with cased the gas to eging. i compared my stick to the stick on the wall. match. stick mets floor. i ran.

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The Hall ended in a large circular orifice like valve. i really didn't want to touch it, but i got almost irresistible urge to touch it. as i was about to toch it, i opened. i fhed in rerlife. i enter a extremely, almost impossible large room

(OUT OF STORY NOTE: DUE TO TIME RESTRICTIONS, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO FINISH THIS AT THIS CURRENT TIME)