"I'd like to think that the writer is just bored. Children will do terrible things to animals, just because they're excited by it and don't know any better. The only difference is, I'm very certain that this being knows better..."
Oh, don't fret, Seiga. There's still, like Ellen thought, the possibility that there'd be a good end to all of this. Maybe Yoshika will die enough to independently understand that she needs her?
"Now, I only think our luck will extend if we keep running into people willing to fight these things for us. Unless they're all very slow, then we're fine. We could even talk while something is following us. I'm sure one of them might be into a good conversation, right?" Seiga giggled at that idea.
Yoshika was pretty similar to many of these things, and she'd done some pretty frightening things in the past. Of course there'd be one they could talk to if she was precedent.
They came upon the good Doctor-Knight soon after she had said that, standing in one of the many stands. More importantly, down the path, there was...someone unfamiliar. She gave a brief wave to Plague Knight just to confirm that, yes, she had seen him, before whispering to Ellen.
"I'm rightfully suspicious of that person down there. What do you think?"
"Okay, I'll try and help you with this, but I want to know," she said to Calvin, looking puzzled, "What's an indie game?"
edited 6th Jan '17 6:48:14 PM by wikkit
Deep Fried Food Stall
"I'm probably the most interesting person I know." Calvin humbly admitted "So there's probably no chance of me getting sent back. But Mom's used to disappointment at this point so she'll be fine."
The six year old boy climbed out of the deep fried food stand. Even though he missed Hobbes, it was nice to have another buddy who wanted to kill him one moment but look after him the next. Friends who always got along were a bunch of geeks, as far as Calvin was concerned, and kids that were mean to each other all the time were bullies like Moe. In Calvin's mind, the best friend was one who alternated several times throughout a day between wanting to murder you and saving your life. He couldn't consider Plague Knight an adequate replacement for Hobbes but he would do until he found his tiger.
"Okay, can we go find my tiger together? I know it's dangerous out there but he gets kind of stupid when he's hungry and we haven't eaten since lunch time. Speaking of which, Oreo?" Calvin offered the stale cookiees to Plague Knight.
Running For His Life Outside Shrimp Shack
"Oh for crying out loud!" Hobbes complained. He tried returning to the shrimp shack but if the monster was cutting him off, he'd try ducking into the next closest building.
If it looked like the monster was inevitably about to catch up to him, he'd drop See and prepare to hold off the monster for the girl to get away. As much as he didn't want to die, he knew from experience that it wasn't that bad and that it was better him than a child. Except Calvin, of course. That kid had better learn to start pulling his own weight.
I just want to help!
He couldn't manage to pry himself loose, and he couldn't fight back. At this point all kicking was doing was making everything hurt more, and the slow loss of air was making his vision start to blur. There was no reason for this monster not to kill him, so why was it doing this? What could it possibly have in mind?
"H-help...p-p-please...please somebody...help...it hurts..."
Rick nodded sagely as Lewis described their plan. "Yeah. Y-y-yUUUURGH you, we, we do that then. A real... y'know, it's ... like a kinda quest, where we gotta fetch these pages and then maybe we win or something. Alright." Rick took a shot and stared around at the scraggly trees and decrepit amusement parks, including a circus tent that hadn't been there a few seconds earlier. "Yeah, okay." Rick took another long and contemplative swig of his flask, tapping it and shaking it around to his ear as though to ensure that he had an ample supply of liquor to last him through this trying time. "I mean -" Rick looked around at the two teenagers "i-it beats the hell outta sitting around waiting to die from an unkillable monster, alright? Fuck that."
That was when he heard the shouting of a stranger wielding his cell phone over in the circus tent. Rick rolled his eyes. "Look, you're a bystander here, so I'm only going to assume that-" The man's cellphone abruptly flickered and died, there was a horrible wet squelching crunch as solid stone met pasty flesh in a lethal embrace, and then the moon rolled back to reveal a - rather tacky, all things considered - angel statue, its immaculate white robes now splattered with blood.
"Alright, time to *urp* go!" Rick grabbed his hysterically screaming grandson off the ground with one arm, yanking Curly off by the arm as he ran backwards towards the balcony.
"Grab Louie or whatever!"
"What?"
"''Just shut up and grab him!" Morty reached out one clammy hand and grabbed the burly pink haired teenager by the hand as Rick made for the balcony with his company of terrified teenagers, looking for all the world like the most bizarre group of skydivers ever.
edited 6th Jan '17 8:37:18 PM by Locoman
Arcade was jolted out of his moment by the sound of glass breaking. "Wha- No!" he shouted when he saw the tiger leap out with See on his back. The point was to not split up, for the most part. He ran towards the window to try and think up a way to help when it was blocked.
He turned his head towards Lothric and sneered "yes, let's leave the child to be killed by whatever that thing is and hide in here. Are you always this self-absorbed or is this just a special occasion? Besides, it's not as if it's already shown it's capable of getting in here whenever it wants." He was gripping his frying pan so hard his knuckles were turning white. "What do you propose we use to barricade the windows? Some precarious pile of tables? What about the vents on the ceiling? Even if you don't want to save them, staying here will be suicide."
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
feeling blue
Sans just watched as the creature lept out of the roof and began running after the tiger and the little girl that he brought with her. It was crystal clear that the creature was faster and that at least one of those two would die no matter what they did. Yet, Silanea still tried to go help and told him to try to think of something, but she was blocked by one of the two brothers.
"ok, i don't like this whole situation one bit, but let's be rational here." Sans sighed. "y'all have seen how fast that thing is, it doesn't matter how fast we run, we won't catch up to it before it does something to those two and if it really wants to get its hands on the kid, it could easily run away after her even if we all tried to distract it. the only thing going out after them will do is get more people killed." He voice his opinion, "not that it'll stop some people" he muttered under his breath, giving the briefest of glances towards Jack.
He then looked over to Lothric. "barricading this place won't work because of the vents, that thing can still get in easily and we can't really reinforce any defenses we place on the roof without leaving this place which requires, you know, opening stuff. this place is not safe to hide in, we need to get out of here and find somewhere else while that thing is busy."
edited 6th Jan '17 8:09:51 PM by FullMoon
For the Horde!
As soon as Garrett squirted the disgusting rotten sauce out of the bottles, Ben dropped the ones he was carrying and turned a little green, backing up. "That's sick!" Ben groaned. When Ben managed to catch his breath, he backed up towards the emergency exit, gesturing for the others to follow. "If that guy comes in here and follows us through this emergency exit I'm gonna have a nasty surprise for him." He showed the forks to the others, then gestured towards the ground. "I'll bury these halfway in the dirt right outside the door, then when he steps out he'll step on the forks and, if not get hurt, at least get slowed down," he explained.
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.
Just another guy
Viola I Deep Fried Food Stand I Totally-Not-A-Japanese Ghost. Yep.
"Oh, I think it's a fair assumption. With the horrendous lighting masking her face and that suspicious stained red on her, I'll be wary too," I whispered back to Seiga. While there might be a slim chance that it's just someone else who happens to be injured or painted on and had the misfortune to appear under an extremely inconvenient lighting, it's not one that I'm willing to make.
Plus, I'm sure many others would feel the same way had they encountered this.
"It's best that we prepare ourselves," I added to Seiga.
Already, I took a step back and prepared myself to turn around even as both the doctor and another boy that I don't recognize approach us. Now, I didn't speak a word to them, but if they happen to focus on my gaze at that moment, they'll notice that I'm looking not towards them, but someone else behind them. Someone potentially dangerous.
Whether they'll notice it or not is up to them.
"A post per day keeps the GMs away!"
When Hobbes had grabbed See, Jack had been a little surprised but assumed the odd tiger was just getting ready. So, it took a moment to realise what the idiotic animal was actually doing, and the desperate lunge to grab his tail as he fled towards the window failed. The former spirit staggered, eyes wide and scared. "WAIT, DON'T!"
He didn't have time to waste, and as Lorian moved to block the window, and any attempt to save See, the Guardian was already running. He crossed the broken glass bare-foot, leapt onto Silanea's tail to get past her, and slipped quickly past the lumbering man before leaping agilely through the window. He turned back to glare at the cowards within, particularly at Lothric. "If you're going to stay here and stop others from helping, then at least be useful and look after Tommy and Lucas. Consider it a favour paid for yesterday. Don't expect another one."
Then he took after the doppelganger as fast as he could, ignoring the stabs of pain in his feet with every step. He didn't doubt he couldn't beat the monster, but he hoped maybe the tiger would be useful and distract it long enough for Jack to get See away to safety.
And, a small terrified part of himself hoped, keep him from having to face another one of the day's monsters.
edited 6th Jan '17 9:16:49 PM by Alleydodger
"So people played games where they barely avoided getting killed by that thing... For fun?" Curly put a hand to her chin before commenting further on the culture of Lewis's world. It's not like she had much to compare it to at the moment. "Yeah, sounds loads better than just blindly running away from things and hoping they'll go away. Then we can figure out what to do with them, then. Maybe we destroy them?"
Hardly a moment later, and she spotted another person. But he didn't last long, Curly allowed herself to be dragged toward the balcony as she tried not to look at Slenderman while still keeping an eye on the angel statue to try and figure out what it's deal was beyond apparently staying still in the light. But it became quickly apparent that wasn't working short of holding her free hand up to block him out of her sight, and that was being held by Rick. Instead she turned to look behind them. "Lemme guess. Nobody brought a parachute?"
edited 6th Jan '17 9:56:20 PM by BlitzTrain
Tired of givin' up the ghost
"I know what a fetch quest is," I deadpanned to Rick as he snuck the phrase into his "sure, let's go with that" rambles. And apparently Curly wasn't familiar with the horror genre. "Hey, people get a kick out of being scared. It's when there's actual danger that they stop being ok with it."
It was just as he finished this statement that a man called out from a circus tent that must have shifted there while I wasn't looking. Great, we needed other people to tell the plan to—
Oh.
Oh, never mind.
That was a weeping angel right.
"Well, as long as we keep an eye on—"
Oh wait Slendy was back. And because we couldn't catch a break, the two monstrosities were standing too close to each other to comfortably look at one but not the other.
I turned my head awkwardly to eye the angel through my peripheral vision while keeping Slender Man just barely out of it. "Now this is just cheap."
There was no easy way out of this one, was there. It'd be nearly impossible to get around them, being that they were so close together, so there wasn't anywhere to run except for the balcony and—
Oh so we really were going to try jumping into the void. I wasn't optimistic about this but it was worth a shot, so I let Morty drag me along by one hand as I grasped the locket with the other just in case, still trying awkwardly to watch the angel in the manner I just described.
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Gon. Good news and bad news
Gon has good news.
He was able to help Cole maybe get the brunt of the big Guy's attention from him.
The bad news...
The big guy has his full and undivided attention.
Got to keep him away.
"That's right. Pick on someone who can at least fight back!"
Gon decided to make a break for it.
Worst part is to fight him to an equal basis.
The assassin realized that he could be outmatched. Which is probably why his gear was seized. To give him a challenge.
He hurled a rock to the big guy's face before he ran to look for a place and gain some distance.
He glanced at the empty bumper car attraction.
Does anything work in there?
edited 7th Jan '17 4:20:40 PM by Ominae
Stop Killing My Titles
Lobros
Lothric subjected Jack to not a single glance as he looked over to more reasonable people. "Then we move, right now, in a group." That was all he was initially willing to say. "Believe me when I say the thought of that child dying to another's folly repulses me, but if we cannot protect ourselves, then we must run."
"If only we could run." His chuckle was soft and bitter, like a badly-made tea. "And if we cannot run, we must stay together, on the move." He recalled Lorian back at his side, looking over to the children Jack mentioned before he threw his life away for heroics.
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THE SLORG!
Actually, Lorian was in for a nasty surprise, and wouldn't be able to not care about the glass shards. Though his armor at least on an aesthetic level was not gone, it was still something defensive and thus the day conditions reduced its effectiveness to about the same as tissue paper, and provided the same amount of protection against the glass shards cutting into his feet; that being, none at all.
As for his brother, Sans, and Jack, all of them got about one sentence into the talking they were trying to do before Silanea yelled, "NOT BY THE DAMNED HELLS!" and threw a clotheslining haymaker into Lorian's helmetnote as she rushed past him, having never stopped or even slowed her momentum when he had tried to cut in front of her.
Outside, since the Skin-walker was running at Hobbes from the shrimp restaurant, being cut off was not a possibility but instead a guarantee, and Plan B had to immediately become Plan A. The next closest building that Hobbes then ducked into was a public bathroom building, which as everything else had fallen into a state of disrepair beyond merely being dirty. The Skin-walker quickly followed him in, leaping up and clinging to the ceiling upside down; its head then rotated around to be the right way up again, as it looked at Hobbes with that same, manic expression. "Oh you'll be crying alright..." the Skin-walker taunted quietly in Hobbes' own voice, before turning its head towards the entryway it had just come through, seemingly waiting for something...
The girl said nothing and did nothing, currently just standing there in silence, with only a slight swaying in her stance betraying that she was not some kind of statue or other still image.
With even just Lewis looking, the Weeping Angel was kept stationary; but his particular method of trying to keep Slender Man out of his view was proving too difficult, and by the time they all fell over the balcony edge the only thing Lewis could hear was a static-like ringing in his ears, and his vision was just about nothing but fuzz.
Curly's rhetorical question of nobody bringing a parachute was correct, but it proved to be a mostly non-issue as with a brief blur, the group found themselves deposited in another place entirely, with none of the ill effects normally associated with going from terminal velocity to an abrupt stop. The only immediate issue was that they'd landed still in the same poses they'd been falling in, resulting in a pileup not unlike a game of Twister.
As for where they landed, it was somewhere very dark, as they were indoors, but faint light was streaking in through a few windows. With some straining and waiting to adjust to the low light level, they could see that it was a small, one room place with various electronics about. Specifically, a small radio station. They could also see that there were blood splatters coating one side of the room, which were still a bit damp.
Everyone that was except for Lewis; as currently, though the threats were gone, Lewis still had the same effects lingering, leaving him both nearly blind and deaf to what was going on around him.
You are reading this.
Tired of givin' up the ghost
Unfortunately, running while trying to keep two enemies in just the right spot relative to my field of vision went about as well as you'd expect. But it was enough to keep the angel in place long enough to make the jump into the void, which was close enough to us that a certain suited abomination couldn't quite make it in time to stop us from going over.
I know this because of the feeling of free fall that ensued around the point where the static and white noise became completely impenetrable.
A few short moments into the plummet it sank in that I had just jumped into the void with three other people, and was now falling into the abyss with no idea where our group would land, completely deprived of two major senses, and I felt sick to my stomach.
We finally dropped to the floor somewhere, and I still had no idea what was around me, other than I'd landed on top of what must have been Morty since I'd felt him still holding me.
I climbed off the pile of bodies, knocking against some counter or panel or god knows what...and immediately threw up. Hey, at least I couldn't hear myself doing it.
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Noodle shop
"He chose to attack the big guy, it's his problem," Garrett said sternly to Rachel. "Got any clever plans? Because I don't think the four of us are up to the task of subduing him."
Ben proposed that he'll bury some forks in the ground as a trap. Garrett responded by grabbing one of the plastic forks from the boy's grasp, then tapped his finger against the tip of its prong. "I'm pretty sure the big guy's wearing shoes, kid. I doubt these things could pierce anything tougher than paper."
"Anyway, unless any of you have a better idea... Either we barricade this place with the furniture and stay here... or we move on and find a safer hideout." He approached the chairs, trying to see if it was possible to break off a chair leg for self-defense.
edited 7th Jan '17 2:21:56 PM by Korodzik
Silanea's yell seemed to break Arcade out of his self-righteous stupor. "Shut up and help, Arcade," he chastised himself as he ran past Lothric and jumped out the window himself. He wasn't as graceful as Jack or Silanea but he made it through with a few cuts on his hand and legs, luckily he'd been shot enough times in the past that he was able to ignore them and press on.
edited 7th Jan '17 4:23:12 PM by Skooter910
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Akuma Shogun
All of a sudden, the tiger man ran off. I think the snake lady and Arcade tried to stop them from doin’ something rather foolish. Lothric told them they was bein’ foolish or something, and the snake lady clobbered Lothric before runnin’ off. Seein’ as I have no choice, I dropped my suitcase and followed them outside of Bubba Gump Shrimp. I think there’s plenty of glass, but I was wearing my shoes. I think I kept my baseball bat in case the spook would try somethin’ strange for now.
"But only if we try to find my children in the meantime," Plague Knight replied to Calvin. He then accepted the cookie the boy offered. "Thank you," he said. He then examined the confectionary with the curiousity of a scientist observing something fascinating. The foodstuff looked to be a pair of black colored biscuits with some type of semi-hardened white frosting sandwiched in between. The color suggested an abundance of cocoa and/or coffee made used, and the designs suggested an effort by the creators to properly brand their product.
He was about to remove the bottom part of his mask to try it when he heard footsteps. Putting away the cookie and brandishing his staff, he stepped out.....and found Seiga and Viola. He responded to Seiga's wave with his own and was planning to greet them, but them he noticed them whispering and their apprehensive expressions. Initially confused, he turned around, and saw another little girl.
This one he did not recognize, and the knight suddenly felt and intense sense dread coming from her. The suspect stains on her blue dress did not help matters.
"Take your wagon and go to those other two girls," he calmly told Calvin, not taking his eyes off the black haired girl. He took a cautious step forward. "Excuse me child, are you lost?" he called out to the newcomer.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
Happy Box Hater
Shrimp Place-That Escalated
Oh dear, what to do? Hobbes and, more importantly, See were in some trouble. Why did he run out immediately? Everything was going so wrong, so fast. And Jack apparently wanted Lucas to just stay put. But how could he just do that? The thing seemed to be prioritizing children. And if Lucas was the 3rd youngest here probably, at 13ish, then he might also be a target. He could function as a bait to draw the monster around a corner perhaps, causing it to shift away from everyone else. Dying wasn't pleasant but...
Such a dilemma. But Lucas was a hero at heart and had to help. Whatever that monster would do was probably not pleasant. An oppressive dread filled the air. What an unreasonable decision he was making. He was confident he would die, but that was the point. He just needed to be bait like when he insulted Mary at her hall of mirrors. But it was terrifying. But he had to. He needed to. See missed her parents. He couldn't let her come back to them traumatized. He was heading out the window now.
If no one stopped him, Lucas would be running to the building where the endangered child and tiger were. He would not enter it though. He was only there to lure it if the two didn't manage to escape.
edited 7th Jan '17 5:42:56 PM by pillowmantis
Why is a yam attacking me?
"R-R-Rick, what the hell, this is insane!" Morty screamed as Rick hurtled over the side, pushing off the balcony like a swan diver attempting to gain extra momentum.
"Well it worked, didn't it?!" shouted Rick as he tightened his hold on Morty's wrist. The city was already receding above them, and Morty's stomach obediently sliding into his throat as gravity took over. "You wanted to die up there to a cliché?! A cliché, Morty, is that how you wanted me to write your *urp* eulogy?"
"Y-y-y-you gotta warn me or something, Rick, you're insane, t-this is ''insaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
"...ane!" Morty coughed and spat out a mouthful of dust as the motley group rematerialized somewhere else. Seconds later, his coughing fit turned into a yelp of pain as the beefy shape of Lewis materialized right on top of his solar plexus, forcibly exhaling any other bits of dust and floor gunk that he might have inhaled on arrival. The brown haired teen groaned and picked himself off the floor, dazedly staring at the tumbledown shack... and the detritus of what looked like a ham radio station.
Feeling somewhat at a loss for words after the events of the past few hours, Morty offered up a rather succinct summary of the situation thus far.
"Ugh."
"W...w-when you're right, you're right, Morty." Morty helped the gangly, blue-haired scientist to his rather unsteady feet as Rick looked around. "Okay, s-so, w-where are we now?" Rick closed his eye and massaged his temples, trying to get his brain back in working order.
"It's like a, a, radio station? I think?" Morty picked up a microphone and tapped the speaker with one finger. "Huh. I mean, you know, uh, w-what's a radios station doin' in a haunted carnival or whatever?"
"Dunno, Morty, but I mean- " Rick pulled out a screwdriver and gingerly unscrewed the main transmitter, pocketing the grimy screws for future use "-gimme a sec here, we might *urp* we might be able to work with something here."
"Uh- okay, I mean, yeah, right?" Morty stared at the red blood stains, still sticky brown in the odd light and not looking particularly reassuring. "Rick.... u-uh, Rick, you might wanna take a look at this..."
"I'm busy, Morty, j-just *urp* stand with, you know, wRUGith Coily or - or, you know, stand guard. If something comes our way, gimme a little bit of warning before you die horribly, y'know? It's polite in these circumstances."
someone
Eve|Streets
She should stand up. She needed to stand up. She needed not to think about her previous death and get up. It wasn't safe to stay in one place. Not for long. She might die. Again. Better to keep moving. Maybe find some more people. Safety in numbers, after all.
Eve got up.
What was next? She had to arm herself. With something. Some way in front of her she caught a glint. Running forward, she looked down at it. It was a piece of dirty broken glass, about 5mm thick. It was long, around 30 centimetres, and jagged. It had a 5 centimetre base and came to a sharp point. She bent down and tried to pick it up, only to have it cut her palm, making her drop it. That was stupid of her. Tearing off the bottom of her dress, she wrapped one scrap around her hand, a quick bandage, before tying the other scrap around the base of the glass, picking it up gingerly. When it didn't cut her, she gripped it harder.
She was armed. That was good.
She continued to walk down the path, before coming to a stop in front of something which looked like a noodle stand. And a person wielding a machete. And choking the same person that had also been kidnapped by the animatronics. She should help. It would be easy to run away. But if she did that, she wouldn't forgive herself. So she did something she'd probably come to regret.
"Oi!"
She stepped forward.
[TOP SECRET]
"Waitwaitwaitwait," she whispered into his ear, "No, don't try and talk to it. Don't walk towards it, either."
In a normal day, in a normal place, Seiga would've looked at that thing and thought "Yep, youkai or spirit" and tried to identify its kind from afar. However, after close to a week in this place, her senses had been dulled by all the not-youkai popping up. She felt the vaguest sense of familiarity from the girl, but nothing more.
THE SLORG!
"They're a video game made by a small team of people, usually on a small budget. Horror's a popular genre among them, probably because it's simple and doesn't need the kind of expensive effects that large triple A games take" Calvin explained to Yoshika.
"Well, we're not going to find any more pages around here" Melanie said, looking over at the two. "Shall we get started soon?" she asked.
Rachel sighed in defeat. "No, I don't. Come on, let's go" Rachel muttered, moving away from the window and into the back of the shop to where Ben had gone. She frowned when Garrett spoke to Ben. "Well there's no need to be rude about it" she mentioned to him, shaking her head before looking to Ben, "but he is right Ben. Though it was a nice idea, we better not waste time.
As for the chairs, they were actually made of metal, and though rather simple and far from the most sturdy built of things, breaking off a leg would not be as simple a matter as just stomping it off like with wood chairs.
The rock glanced off Jason's mask, jerking his head a little to the side, but other than that and an annoyed growl, he gave no response to it. As Gon ran, Jason continued marching slowly with Cole still in hand, approaching the bumper car ride. He was just getting to the edge of it when Eve yelled, and he paused to turn his head towards her.
The silent girl finally started to move in some fashion; slowly turning her head towards them, the motion somewhat jerky and accompanied by an unsettling bone popping noise. With her head tilted slightly, her hair hanging down parted just enough to have one bloodshot eye peeking towards them from her pale skinned face.
edited 7th Jan '17 6:59:18 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.
Lobros, Shit Hit The Fan
"No, 'tis enough of senseless death. Lorian!" Lothric made a simple gesture with his index finger, pointing right at Silanea.
The elder brother made a little grunt and moved forward to block lamia's path, uncaring of the glass shards; at least they didn't take his armor away. "We shall barricade this window and we shall hold this place."
"Unfortunate as this might be, Sir Tiger chose his and, more scathingly, this child's fate. There is no saving them."
grah