All things must come to an end.

Well, I don't think there's really anything else I can post here, now that I've managed to figure everything out. Hell, Felix isn't even a problem now.

Y'see, yesterday, Felix attacked me. Like, he didn't even try to kill me with a death-trap, or even be remotely subtle. He just ran at me, firing a pistol wildly. The gun somehow jammed though. And EXPLODED. It literally exploded in his hand and basically just destroyed it. It was a bunch of bloody chunks barely hanging onto a stump.

And then... The Wheel got PISSED.

I'm not entirely sure what happened. All I know is that one moment, Felix was on his knees, clutching his ruined stump, and the next, he was crucified to a roulette wheel, MORPHING INTO A WOMAN WEARING A SHOWGIRL COSTUME. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP AT ALL.

I'll just condense this into the short 'n' sweet version...

The Wheel is free.

She is out of her prison.

SHE IS IN OUR WORLD, AND SHE IS PISSED.

All I can do now is keep moving. I got myself a bindle stick. I found a wooden pole, drew the Twin Triangles on a cloth, put in some stuff, and now I'm moving on.

I don't think I'll be stopping anywhere for a long time. I'll just keep walking on and on.

I'm the Lucky Man. I think it's in my nature to wander.

I'll be running into a lot of you guys in the future. You other runners, I mean.

If you're lucky.

-The Fool


(And that concludes The Fool's story. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. This was my first fearblog, and it seems to be a resounding success! I'm glad to be in this great Mythos, and I hope this first story of mine has been a good contribution! Bluesunnyday out!)

Just read the post.

Well, I managed to escape Felix... but it was really weird. I think this is going to take a while to explain, so MASSIVE INFODUMP INCOMING.

So I'm pretty sure everyone knows about The Unlucky Man (possibly known as Omega), right? And how he's got pretty much terrible luck all across the board?

Well, for every reaction, there is an equal and opposite reaction. I guess the universe took one look at the man they'd created and went "Oh crap, things are MASSIVELY unbalanced now..."

So you know what they did? They created me...

Apparently, I was born supernaturally lucky. Ever wondered why all the fears, despite seemingly having locked onto my sorry rear end, couldn't ever actually kill me? Why The Plague Doctor didn't hit me with Bubonic Cancer AIDS in that hospital? Well that's the reason why.

And apparently, there's a Fear I didn't know about. One that's been imprisoned.

The Wheel of Fortune.

Ever wondered why Felix was stalking me like a hawk and trying his hardest to murder me? Because he didn't want me dead. He wanted to make sure I was the real deal. Managing to escape having my throat slit by the skin of my teath was the last bit of confirmation Felix needed. He chloroformed me and kidnapped me.

You're probably wondering what happened after the whole Sleeping Gas thing, right? Well, I had to go through a little surgery. Basically, Felix had a container of liquid luck. Apparently, his "mistress" granted him the ability to drain luck from others in the form of a liquid. He put that into an IV bag and injected it into me. He was trying to make me THE LUCKIEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE.

Why would he do that? Because he wanted to use me as a vessel for The Wheel of Fortune. Basically, he was going to have her escape her imprisonment by letting her possess me.

So there I was, lying in a bed with an IV pumping golden luck into my veins, when something happened.

I think my luck must've had a... reaction, I guess? You know how when someone with Type A blood gets injected with Type B, his blood starts clotting? Well, it was something like that. Except instead of making my blood clot, it basically EXPLODED OUT OF MY PORES AS A MIST. That mist was apparently pure concentrated BAD luck, which resulted in, among other things, the IV bag suddenly exploding, and my bed to collapse. Felix entered just as the explosion happened, and he got a facefull of the black mist. He ended up staggering straight into a wall, knocking him out.

I pretty much ran like hell the moment I saw I was free. I managed to find all my stuff in a trunk outside the house I was being kept in, so that's why I have my laptop to tell you guys what's happening... This is really way too weird.

Notes from the darkened room

Well, I'm sure most of you reading this have read Zeke's post about how he attacked me by now. But you probably don't know why the heck I dissapeared.

Well, all I really remember was fighting Zeke, running away, and then suddenly getting a rag shoved into my face and being knocked out. And then I woke up in some dark room.

There's only, like, one dim light in here. I woke up directly underneath it, lying in this pool of... I think it was my blood. I was lying back-down in it, and it was the color of blood... But it was glittery. Like, I'm serious, it was blood, except it was GLITTERING. I'm... confused. Really confused.

All that's really here is a light, a framed portrait of some Las Vegas showgirl, and my laptop. My back's bandaged up, and I seem to be dressed in a tuxedo.

Wait, holy crap, did the guy who kidnapped me UNDRESS ME AND THEN REDRESS ME?!? OH MY GOD I FEEL SO VIOLATED.

Wait, there's hissing coming from the wall... Why do I feel so slee

Oh, don't worry, our good friend The Fool isn't dead or anything. It wouldn't suit my plans to do that. My mistress would NEVER approve of that! Not when we're so close to freedom already! My mistress shall be free soon, and I wouldn't stop it for anything in the world.

PS. Before you ask, no, I didn't dress The Fool. One of the Showgirls did that. We wanted him to look his best for the Mistress.

-Felix

A question for my fellow runners.

Can anyone find me a place to stay for a few days? I don't feel safe in the East Coast anymore. If anyone can get me a safe-ish place to stay, let me know.

Felix's House of WHEELS WHY ALL THE WHEELS

Welp, Felix has apparently decided to stop trying to kill me. Instead he decided to place a roulette wheel on my bed, complete with another NOTE!


The first test is completed. You've done well. The second one shall come in a few days.

-Felix

Great, MORE tests to look forward to. Knowing Felix, I'll end up in the hospital AGAIN by the time this is over. And then I might get to meet my good friend Dr. Beakman again! Hatred Joy! Also, I think the Fears have locked onto me again. Just today I barely avoided dying in a fire at a food store. This was made especially difficult due to the fact that both the smoke and the fire were following me. Unsurprisingly, I managed to run into both a burly man hidden by smoke AND a woman wearing a bridal dress made out of flames. Brute, Burning Bride, good to know you're after my ass as well.

Welp, birds are gathering outside the building. Time to grab my umbrella and shoo them away. Wish me luck that it isn't the Convocation this time.

Everyone hates Felix!

I will never get tired of cursing Felix. I will probably end up cursing him with my dying breath. But anyways, that's not what this post's for.

Felix has been getting... bolder. He's not just letting the disasters try and kill me. He's setting traps. I literally barely avoided being killed by a tripwire-activated knife launcher in the GAS STATION. I'm entirely serious, I barely managed to avoid getting skewered by a butcher's knife launched out of one of the LIGHT FIXTURES. Heck, I needed to disarm a rigged shotgun IN MY OWN MOTEL ROOM. This is insane.

So yeah, I'm barely getting through this. If anyone knows anything about "Felix" then please let me know. I'm at my wits end.

FEEEEELIIIIIIIIX!!!

I hate Felix I hate Felix I hate Felix I HATE FELIX.

Apparently he's buddy-buddy with... SOMETHING. I've been having random accidents all day. Tripping and falling into traffic, somehow barely avoiding being run down, then cutting myself with the knife I've been using for protection. Also, apparently someone sprayed graffiti of a pure-white woman onto the door of the place I'm staying. How do I know it's Felix? ANOTHER note.

I've enlisted a bit of help in my... tests. They know who I serve, and they've offered to assist me in any way they can.

Best regards,

-Felix

And I've been having weird dreams. Usually ones where I'm pursued by... Someone. I'm not sure who, to be honest. It's just WEIRD.

Well, whatever. Just hoping I don't die horribly...

Felix is a jerk.

Well, yknow how Felix said in the note that I would be seeing him again? Well, that's true. And he's also figured out ways to top throwing a brick at my head. For example, he recently pushed me onto some monorail tracks. I landed right in the middle, and the monorail just went right over me. And then he somehow convinced some muggers I was holding onto an obscene amount of cash. Thankfully, some police happened to be nearby, and they saved me before I could be shot or anything. Right now, I'm just trying to survive Felix's apparent sociopathy.

Roll The Dice...

I'm typing this after several hours of staring at the knife I used to stab a man to death. But he isn't a man. I'm pretty sure that a human's blood isn't golden...

So remember wheel guy from before? He managed to get into my motel room. I don't know how. But I pretty much immediately freaked out. He just grinned. I asked him what he was doing in my room. He just grinned. I pulled out my knife and demanded an answer. He just grinned. And then he threw a fricking brick at my skull. I somehow managed to dodge, and stabbed him. He just grinned. And then he muttered something. "That hasn't happened before..." And then he died. I ran into another room to call the cops, but when I looked back, the body was gone... And that's when I noticed the knife was covered in a gold liquid... And the note left where the body was.

Expect to see me again.

-Felix

Can... someone explain this? At all?

Slowly twisting...

EXCERPT FROM AUDIO LOG

"Well, this is The Fool here. This'd be a blog post, but I need you guys to hear something. I'm sure you'll hear it once I shut up..."

*sounds of a wooden wheel spinning*

"You hear that? That is what I've been dealing with for the past few hours. It's not The Choir. I'm not hearing it in my head. If anything, it's probably right outside my door. I'm just not sure if it's a good idea to open up... Forget it, I'll do it anyway, I've got a knife."

*sounds of a door opening*

"Nothing? There's... Nothing here. But I can still hear the spinning... Oh forget it. I need to move on anyway. This is The Fool signing off."

END AUDIO LOG

Spin The Wheel

Well, I wandered into the city I'm staying in today, because sitting around is probably the worst thing I could do considering that these guys are apparently hunting me down. Ran into this one street filled with various stalls... There was a guy selling crappy food, one guy selling crappy curios, a guy selling crappy novels... And then I saw this one guy with one of those wheel games. You know, the ones where you pay a few dollars, the guy spins the wheel, and you hope it lands on, like, the clover or whatever? I don't know why, but I felt... weird around that guy. He was reading a book, but when I walked by his head SHOT UP and he just stared at me. I don't think he was a fear... But still. Can anyone tell me what that might've been about?

Oh, also, he wasn't wearing a red glove or anything, before you guys ask. Certainly not Jack.

A new name.

I'm an idiot. A HUUUUUGE idiot. "Oh, I'll just go to a hospital, I'll be fine!" I really am stupid... Didn't even think anything was weird when they held me an extra day despite just having a broken leg and assigned "Dr. Beakman" to me. I. Am. An idiot.

The short version?

Good news: My leg is properly set, etc etc.

Bad news: Nearly got butchered by a psycho doctor, and might have gotten my first glimpse of The Plague Doctor.

The long version?

Well, after the last post I went to the hospital and told them I broke my leg after a nasty fall. Despite the fact that any well-trained doctor would probably be able to tell that I broke it from getting hit by something the size of a large animal. They healed it, but things got weird after that.

Basically, they decided to hold me an extra day for "proper examination". I didn't even get suspicious because I'm an idiot. So then a "Dr. Beakman" gets assigned to me, and he kept injecting me with these anesthetics that kept me pretty damn delirious. I don't think I would've gotten out if I hadn't seen something that made my blood run cold, and ALSO made me feel like I wanted to take a shower until I had managed to literally soak myself to the bone.

I saw The Plague Doctor.

I think the only reason I survived was because I have incredible luck. I saw him one night, walking past my door. My door was wide open and he could have looked in at any time, but I guess he was after someone else because he had walked past pretty quickly. Despite being hopped up on an anesthetic cocktail, my brain managed to get one coherent signal off to the rest of my body. RUN.

So yeah, I bolted as fast as my legs could carry me, considering one of them was broken. But nobody really stopped me. They couldn't. The majority of them were dead. The ones that weren't were well on their way. One of the guards was sprawled on the ground, vomiting blood. Another was covered in boils. Several of them were leaking something green... It was... It was... Oh my god...

I think I need a new name now. One that represents just how I've managed to stumble through all this and come out with barely any scratches...

From here on out, I'm not Bluesunnyday. I'm The Fool.

Rex Duodecim Angelus

I can't get that song outta my head for whatever reason. But yeah, had ANOTHER run in with Seraphim today. Granted, it didn't last long. The Rake figured a face-down with Sera was the perfect opportunity to leap through the window and smash directly into my leg. I think it's broken now, but I managed to get away.

I need to get to a hospital or something. I mean, I'm PRETTY SURE that there isn't a fear of broken limbs or whatever. I'll probably be safe at a hospital, right?




Though I feel like I'm forgetting something...

Crying my eyes out.

Well, I think that whole "depressed that all my family members are dead" thing finally caught up on my sorry rear end. Especially upon realizing that my little bro was probably eaten by "Slender Man" or whatever if Ol' Seraphim was hi-jacking his body. So anyways, I've just been busy crying my eyes out, as the post's title indicates.

Also, I'm getting paranoid. I've been squishing every bug I see in case it turns out to be The Intrusion. I need to lie down...

On the road again...

Well, considering my relatives in the city are dead, I figure the only thing I can really do is keep on moving. So today I drove all the way to Washington DC. I think I'll be spending the majority of today looking up the... THINGS that are hunting me down. I'm sure I can learn a bit more about Seraphim and the "Let Me In" guy (which I will tentatively name "Snatcher" for now) that way.

Fan-freaking-tastic

Welp, remember the relatives in NYC? Dead. Dead dead. I open the door to their home, and I see them all dismembered with their bodyparts strewn through the house. The perpetrator? My little brother. Or... At least... He looked like my little brother... But it WASN'T.

Remember in my second ever post, where I mentioned there was a cult devoted to some angel or something? It was THAT. THAT THING HAD IMPERSONATED MY LITTLE BROTHER. I don't really have a name for that thing, so for now, I'll call it Seraphim.

So of course, a few minutes after  I get in the house and find my relatives dismembered, Seraphim shows up in the kitchen. It just looked at me, holding a bloody kitchen knife. We just... stared at each other for a while. And then it FRICKING LUNGES AT ME AND SLASHES ME IN THE CALF. I somehow managed to get the knife out of Seraphim's hands, but instead of attacking I just RAN. I ran outside, got into my car, and sped off.

How can it impersonate my little brother? Did it "embrace him" like those crazy cultists mentioned? How does one even do that? Does anyone have any idea how exactly you're supposed to "embrace" Seraphim? I don't think I'll be going anywhere quickly, because I fully intend on staying at this motel for a while. So if anyone has any idea, tell away.

Oh god why

NOT GOOD NOT GOOD NOT GOOD NOT GOOD NOT GOOD.

Typing this from some motel somewhere, I'm currently running from... God, I don't know what.

I should probably explain WHY I'm at this motel, huh?

Well, tonight I woke up in the middle of the night, after having some nightmare about my little brother being slaughtered somewhere. I got up to get a glass of water, and when I went past my parent's room I saw...

Oh god...

I saw them both dead. Their throats were TORN OPEN and I swear I saw some little monster thing leap out the window.

I immediately packed some clothes and some food, looted my parent's wallets, got into the car and drove away as fast as humanly possible. Thank god I got my driver's license a month ago... Eventually I decided to stop and I'm now at some cheapo motel. I'm trying to make my way to the city. I have some family there... I don't even know what's happening... Can someone please explain to me at all what's going on?

Oh no oh no oh no!

1Oh god this isn't good at all. My little bro's gone! He dissapeared! Someone kidnapped him! Someone BROKE IN and STOLE MY LITTLE BROTHER. He left this weird note too. All it was was this weird symbol. I think I managed to reproduce it pretty well...

Ⓧ

Does anyone know what that symbol means?!? Please tell me! I'm really worried!

Little Bro

Oh my god my little brother is annoying as ALL GET OUT. He stole ANOTHER thing out of my room today, and I just screamed at him. Boy did mom chew me out for that... Well, regardless, I'm just sitting in my room, typing up about my crappy town. It's so boring here, I wish something INTERESTING would happen...

School Play!!! :D

Guess who worked the stage lights on the school's production of Beauty And The Beast? This guy! I did a pretty good job if I do say so myself. Just figured I'd focus on something other than how odd my town is for once.