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...