A conversation with a senile god.

This morning three archivists arrived to escort us to the archive.

We were blindfolded and a few hours later unblindfolded inside of a library of some sort. We were brought through the library.

Eventually we entered a room. There he was. The Blind Man was sitting at a desk. A female archivist handed him a cup of tea. "Thank you Sigma." The Blind Man said as he took the glass. The archivist turned and left quickly. We waited for a bit with nothing happening and then it occurred to me.

He couldn't tell we were there.

I spoke. "Hello. Blind Man?"

He looked up from his desk. He had eyes. They were a milky white colour.

TBM: Hello who's there? Are you the visitors I invited?

I nodded then realized that was stupid and said we were.

TBM: Ahh good... Does it bother you seeing what you've caused? The omnipotent creature. Master of memory. Now just a wretched old blind man confined to this desk. Spending my last moments writing down all I can remember as my memory slowly deteriorates. This was your doing. Does it bother you?

I shook my head realized I was doing it again and said no.

TBM: Of course not. Even now I'm just a monster to you. A defeated villain getting what I deserve.

He was quiet for a bit.

TBM: The Archivists all got their memories back. Even knowing what I took from them and seeing me as this decrepit creature they still revere me. Do you know why?

I didn't answer.

TBM: Because they still seek knowledge. Until I'm dead or my memory finally fails me I still know more than anyone else can. They set me to this task writing out everything I know. If my memory goes first I don't doubt they will avenge themselves upon me. Till then I am the greatest source of knowledge and they will revere me as such. Do you know what happened to the other fears?

I shook my head again and in my own irritation at my continued stupidity I yelled out no.

He winced.

TBM: What about you Dying Man?

The Liar: I don't know what happened to any of the others but me.

TBM: You're lucky. The fate of your brethren was mostly similar to the fate of your earlier self. They found themselves trapped in rotted and mortally wounded bodies and died. EAT has simply become water. The Brute has died of smoke inhalation. The Afterlife itself no longer exists. The Wooden Girl is just a normal doll now lying forgotten somewhere. The Newborn fell to pieces as The Tower crumbled. The Cold Boy died of Hypothermia. The Plague Doctor succumbed to his own diseases. I could go on but it's mostly the same... I know of their fates because The archivists told me. They know much. Some became normal beings. The Convocation and Intrusion merely lost their hivemind quality and reverted to basic insects and bugs. The Smiling Man is much the same, merely a mortal psychotic killer now. Yet for some strange reason she seems unchanged.

He became silent appearing lost in thought.

TBM: There was something important about her... Something I forgot... Something we all forgot. Alas I couldn't remember even when my mind is clear I'll be damned if I can remember anything with this deteriorating mind.

Me: Who is she?

TBM: Who is who?

Me: You were just talking about-

TBM: Who are you? Did one of The Archivists let you in here? Get out I don't want visitors!

An Archivist came and led us out. We were blindfolded again and brought home.

I don't feel bad about what I did. I only feel bad about what resulted.

The Attack

Things went well... No wait the other thing.

Nothing ever goes well.

The Timberwolves were in a mansion. Apparently Dr. Malice took Portnoy from here.

We waited.

We prepared.

We timed it perfectly.

We knew the proxies were planning an attack.

Important note. My plan included a few more people than just me and Specter.

There was a thoughtborn by the name of Genome working with me who was the one who posted up the records and kept the site safe from prying eyes.

There were a number of other proxies and runners I had convinced to side with me who were meant to carry out the plans. Specter was only in charge of starting the plan and being the sacrifice that ended it. The others were supposed to activate the other calling points. This is important since it seems most of them are still alive and at the current point in time still loyal to me...

So been using them to keep us updated so we knew the proxies were planning to attack The Timberwolves.

Our plan hinged on this.

So what do you think happened when we started the plan and the proxies never showed up?

Everything went to shit. Worse yet the reason they never showed up decided to show up.

Wait show don't tell can't just tell you guys this shit you guys like to actually read my about my suffering. You sick bastards...

Anyways so Harold was positioned... Wait fuck Harold wasn't there... Who did we have Sniping? Portnoy? I think it was Portnoy.

Ok so we had portnoy with a gun on a roof. He was meant to take out anyone who tried to flee and alert us when The proxies showed up.

Dr. Malice being pretty much unkillable and unstoppable was going to go in the front.

Me and Megan were going to break in and attack them while they were focused on the Doc.

The Liar said she had other things to take care of and didn't come with us.

Understandable it's probably difficult adjusting to the fact one can now easily be killed plus I'm not sure how it works having 4 bodies that aren't all the same person anymore but I'm sure that can't be easy to deal with.

The plan started. Dr. Malice broke in through the front doors gunning people down and soon he'd engaged pretty much the entire place. Me and Megan found some windows and busted in taking out a few people before coming up on the Timberwolves from behind. Megan took out a few of them as did I. Now here's the thing. We were not planning to take them all out. That would have been impossible for our small band even with all our power. There were too many and as they began to get organized we fell back. The idea was mostly use ourselves as a diversion and to weaken them then let the proxies take them down. See we couldn't take them down on our own and the proxies wouldn't of taken them down on their own. The proxies were only attacking  to weaken The Timberwolves and keep them suppressed. That was the basic thoughts of most of the nearby groups. The Timberwolves were too difficult to destroy but weak enough to be easily suppressed and ignored. They could easily take them down if they would work together but no one here would trust another servant group.

So we'll do what they won't. The proxies will come and find a drastically weakened and unprepared Timberwolves and end up wiping them out. After that the remaining Timberwolf branches will probably turn against the Proxies and get themselves wiped out while weakening The Proxies enough for us to take them down next. That was the plan. So as the tide began to turn we went on the defensive preparing to escape as soon as Portnoy informed us of the proxy's approach. We waited... we continued waiting... We panicked. We thought something must have happened to Portnoy. Then worse news came. Portnoy contacted us.

"There is someone coming."

Some. One.

A few seconds later he described the person..

"It appears to be a man. Wearing a long black robe and wide brimmed preacher hat. The light is reflecting off a number of silver chains but the glare is too high to see what they are. The hat obscures his face. He's moving very quickly though faster than a human should be able to move. Wait shit he raised his head... That's a s-"

He became completely silent then. My first thought was some preacher guy was coming. I assumed he must be a timberwolf maybe one of those rumoured apostles. I figured we were in big trouble. Then everything went to hell. The front doors near Dr. Malice opened and in stepped the figure. It was exactly as Portnoy described it. Except I could see what the silver chains were. They were part of a necklace holding a religious symbol as expected except the symbol was a strange mish mash of every religious symbol in existence at once.

Everyone stopped as we watched this figure. He strode in head down until he was standing in the middle of the area then he raised his head. His head was a black skull with two snake heads in the eyeholes, blood pouring out of the um noseholes and a forked tongue hanging out of the jaw. He raised his hand and there was a staff in his hand. It was gnarled wood and tipped with that same symbol. He spoke I can't remember what he said. It didn't matter. Nothing matters. As soon as I saw him I knew there was no point to anything. Everything I knew. Everything I believed was a lie. Everyone here knew it. The Archangel was the truth of religion this was the truth of existence. This was why we exist. This is why everything exists. We should just end it? But that would be equally pointless. No point in continuing no point in ending it. I might as well just sit down and do nothing. Any action is equally pointless.

It was Dr. Malice who snapped me out of it. He came over and shook me out of my stupor and then helped me awaken Megan. The Timberwolves were all just sitting around. Weapons lying on the floor randomly discarded. The man was gone. No one paid us any attention as we left.

Dr. Malice told me what The Man had said. "I am Hiiln. Your belief is a lie. I am the truth. I am the one and only truth. I am the way and the path. I am your god and your devil. I am Faith."

We collected  Portnoy and got the hell out of there. The plan was a failure but chances are those Timberwolves won't be a threat in the future at least. He probably got the Proxies too...

When we got back and told The Liar about what happened she confirmed my suspicions. He was one of these new fears. These Ne Timu.

Just great.

Oh right we also got a very interesting present on our doorway.

An invitation.

From The Archive.

So much has happened...

So we saved the motherfucking world. We destroyed The End. I reiterate we saved the motherfucking world and yet... Everyone everywhere is fucked.

The Fears are powerless, their servants are rising and causing havoc and a new group of creatures are coming out of the woodwork in the fears absence.

Jack was there as the walls came down bringing us back to the world we left to fight The End.

"Well done." He applauded us. "To keep this from getting confusing..." He smiled and snapped his fingers and this account was created. He told me to use it from now on.

"Now then we have quite a bit to talk about..."

Portnoy: Excuse me who the hell are you?

Jack: I'm the devil now shut up I'm talking. You've met Mairun and Dreislith?

Me: Who?

Jack: The water guy and the dream guy?

Me: Oh... Um I guess so?

Jack: Right... I can see in your small human mind you've made a name for them. They're not the fears so you call them The Unfears? How cute... Cute but wrong... In a way. They are called The Ne Timu. I could tell you what they are... or I can tell you what they are.

I could hear the bolding of those last three words...

Jack: Which would you prefer?

None of us spoke.

Jack: That's what I thought. For that I have to tell you a story. I have to tell you The Origins. How long have the fears existed?

Dr. Malice: Records of the Fears go back further than ever recorded history.

Jack: Wrong. They've existed for a little more than a year but have retroactively existed throughout time. I know this. I know this because I created them.

We said nothing stunned and disbelieving.

Jack: You don't seem to believe me... I could prove it but I won't. It's unimportant regardless. I created The Fears, I created The Amalgam, I created every bad thing that exists in any universe. I am the source of all suffering and pain. I am as I mentioned earlier The Devil. Not literally The Devil is an idea created by you humans but it's close enough to make the distinction unimportant.

I stammered something but I don't even remember what I was trying to say...

Jack: So I created The Fears and these Ne Timu. It was simple. A young woman who felt her life spinning out of her grasp wanted control and so I made her the mistress of strings. A man was afraid to die so I made him a creature who would never die. Another man wanted to see his dead lover again so I made him the afterlife. I granted simple wishes with a little corruption added in and I created servants to spread suffering and fear for my amusement. Of course a game isn't any fun if it's unwinnable so I created weaknesses. Nathan here discovered one of these weaknesses.

Me: The Quiet and Slender Man thing?

Jack: Yes. Also I commend you on your eloquence. How long do you think The Ne Timu have existed?

Dr. Malice: About a year but have existed retroactively since the beginning of time?

Jack: Not quite... They've existed for about... I just created them now but from this point on they've existed since the dawn of time. From this point on they have also been hiding in the Fears shadows waiting to be free since the dawn of time. You won the first game Nathan so I created another game. Beat this one too and I'll create another until you lose.

Me: Is that it? Just keep destroying godly beings until I die?

Jack: Yep. Well I guess you could appeal to the god equivalent. It doesn't tend to do much though and everything it tries to do tends to turn out wrong. For instance Portnoy there. His powers were a result of God's meddling. Didn't take The City long to turn that to it's advantage. There's also The Man In Grey. He's probably best equivalent to... The Grim Reaper I guess? He doesn't generally care about anything but his job though. So yeah barring a miracle you're stuck playing till you lose.

Harold: What if we kill you?

Jack: You think that's possible?

Harold: You said it yourself a game isn't any fun if it's unwinnable.

Jack: Ah but I'm not part of the game I'm just the opposing player or to be more modern... I guess I'm The Enemy A.I. director. You don't need to kill me to win you just need to defeat my creations.

Me: And victory wins us the highscore and another round?

Jack: Exactly. Now then I'd love to stay and chat but you have a reunion coming up and I have places to be.

With that he disappeared.

We talked for a bit about what we'd learned then suddenly a woman approached us.

Me: Um... Hi can we help y-

and then she punched me in the gut hard enough to wind me.

Woman: You bastard. You ruined everything and got me killed!

Me: ... *Cough* Holy shit Liar is that you?

The Liar: Yes it is. I don't have any powers anymore but I keep at least 5 of myself in existence at any time so there were still this one and 3 other me's alive out there somewhere when the one that was traveling with you died.

Me: Oh well glad you're alive...

The Liar: No thanks to you.

So she hurt me a bit more and then calmed down.

The Liar: The other fears who are still alive or existing aren't very happy with you either so expect quite a few more beatings like that. In fact I'd kill you but we need you alive to fix this mess you've caused.

Harold: Why bother? Nothing we do will fix anything? You heard Jack. Even if we fix these problems it will just get worse.

The Liar: Jack? What about Jack?

Me: I'll explain after though you should already know about it... Anyways Harold what do you suggest we do?

Harold: Nothing. Let things remain as they are. The Ne Timu are basically just the fears but with new names appearances and abilities. The servants will probably kill themselves off eventually. There's no point in fighting. We can't make things better only worse.

Me: No we have to do something.

Harold: You go ahead. I don't see the point. There's no more mistress I'm free to do whatever I want with nothing left to impose rules. No rules no order. I can get what I've wanted.

He started to leave.

Dr. Malice: Wait we'll need you!

Harold: Your fight is pointless my absence won't make it any more pointless.

He left on that and the rest of us headed back to my house where Portnoy quickly fell asleep on the couch and Megan went to go watch TV. Dr. Malice, The Liar and I sat down in the kitchen and made plans.

Our current plan as best we can figure it is to destroy the remaining servants.

The vast majority of them have clung to their old structures. Staying as large gangs and basically taking over parts of the world and fighting against the other servants.

The timberwolves as usual get the short end of the stick having gained no powers from their servitude and as such relying on their numbers to help them survive attacks from beings such as the nests, proxies and Cold ones.

Nests still have birds in them but the birds are no longer intelligent and just work for the nests sort of like hunting falcons in the old days.

Proxies seem to have all gained heightened physical abilities and some have even developed the branchy tendrils of their master.

Little is known about the Archivists thanks to their secrecy but it seems all those who's memories had been taken have had them returned so it's probably safe to assume the same goes for The Archivists.

Cold ones haven't changed at all really.

Willing Dolls haven't changed much either except now they're pulling their own strings somehow.

Puppets have all gained control of themselves though a few instead became what are now called controllers and have the ability to take control of others with their own strings.

Camper have all gone comatose.

Towerborn can now build upon themselves like their old master and Thoughtborn... Don't seem to have changed.

I can't think of any other servants atm so that's the situation at them moment.

Meanwhile The Ne Timu have started popping up here and there. We hear rumours of a man in crushed armor wandering around causing panic, A giant hand has emerged from the ground in places causing pople to become relentless self serving assholes and others have had horrible mental breakdowns accompanied by horrific hallucinations. There are other things but we have no idea how to deal with them yet so we're gonna focus on the Servants.

So we're about to attack a Timberwolf group try and eliminate the weakest first.

and now you're all caught up.