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It's a very stormy night with high winds and rain that's ice cold.
Inside a log cabin that's big enough to accommodate a small group of people, a man with pitch black skin wakes up in a cold sweat on his bed on the second floor.
Looking at the clock to see what time it is, he puts on a purple robe over his t-shirt and pajama shorts as he heads downstairs.
Well, might as well go to the kitchen to make something this early morning, hot chocolate sounds nice...
As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, suddenly lighting strikes a nearby tree and it crashes through the cabin with a loud crash that shakes the very foundations of the cabin. The cold wind and rain are now going through the hole the tree made, which nearly splits the cabin in two.
Well unfortunately I left some of my heavy-duty inventions back home as we're supposed to be "roughing it", so one of the others will have to fix that. And here I thought this was going to be a relaxing little break from our heroics...
Edited by TheGamechanger on Oct 28th 2019 at 5:23:32 AM
In the downstairs room, something drops down from the ceiling and picks itself up, walking up to the man. It resembles a glass frog, but it's bipedal and the size of a human. He's wearing striped pajamas.
"Oh geez," says the frog man, looking at the damage. "What just happened?"
Edited by DrNoPuma on Oct 27th 2019 at 2:38:36 PM
The man point at the still-smoldering tree stump outside that the tree was once part of.
That happened. Blame lightning. Sure I guess it's a good thing we rented this log cabin for the camping trip and don't have to pay for the damages but the least we could do is try to help with that.
"Yeah," says the frog man. "I'd offer to wake the others, but I'd be surprised if they weren't woken up by that. I'm lucky I was awake anyway."
Edited by DrNoPuma on Oct 27th 2019 at 2:31:14 PM
The man shrugs as he heads to the kitchen.
Yeah. Though I wouldn't be surprised if there's at least one person out there in this weird world of ours that would be able to sleep through something like that. Anyways I'm going to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate, if I can't do much the fix the hole I might as well do something to keep me warm.
(A heroine who claims herself as a "villain" appears out of nowhere)
"Mwahaha! I'm Vixen, a villainess who wants to take over the world!"
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The man was seemingly too busy working in the kitchen to hear the lass, opening various cupboard doors and shuffling around the materials inside.
*grumble*...where did we put the box of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows again...?
Edited by TheGamechanger on Oct 28th 2019 at 11:59:03 AM
A teenage boy with curly black hair was standing in a corner, fidgeting with an old flip-phone. He looked normal, aside from the hearing aid in his left ear. He wore a dirty black coat and knitted red scarf.
*sigh*"Alright, retracing my steps... Denver, Colorado, flight to Toronto, Ontario... then the trail ends. Can't remember shit either. Must be a fault in my external memory drive. Wait a sec... no, why would I have done that?"
He looks up, noticing the man looking through cupboards. "Did we meet yet, sir? I'm Roland. Luke Roland."
Edited by GoldenCityBird on Oct 28th 2019 at 8:46:57 AM
"Oh boy... a victim."
Edited by AutisticAlivia on Oct 28th 2019 at 1:47:04 AM
A 13-year-old looking girl with cat ears and a star-shaped wand smoothes out her frilly pink dress and enter the log cabin.
"Hoi there! A letter led me to this address."
"Great, someone else I don't remember. Anyway, who sent this letter?"
Edited by GoldenCityBird on Oct 28th 2019 at 9:16:54 AM
"I don't know really. I suspect the guy in the robe or the girl with the big ego. Anyway, My name is Felicity but my nickname is Lumièra."
Edited by TabbyGirl4 on Oct 28th 2019 at 5:32:10 AM
"I'm Luke Roland. No nickname - that's the public's job."
The man turns around and notices the newcomers. He gets up from the cupboards and greets them.
Well I wasn't expecting visitors. You here to join us or something? Most of us are in bed as I can recall, well that is until the tree fell down which probably got their attention unless they're the sort that can sleep through an earthquake. I typically don't look like this, but the name is Detective Gamechanger, or Det. GC for short. And yes, I earned that name from the previous cases I took.
Edited by KingOfStickers on Oct 28th 2019 at 11:41:01 AM
A guy wearing a hoodie wonders into the cabin. He looks groggy and cold, as though he's been out in the cold for a few hours.
"Please tell me this is the right place, and not just a hotspot for Zeus to smite some dudes because I just heard lightning." He sounds exhausted.
"You look like a drowned rat. Do we have any spare dry clothing?"
I don't have any spare clothes so you're gonna have to ask the others. We do have have some bath towels in the downstairs bathroom you can use, it's down the hall connecting to the kitchen.
He points towards the hall before looking back at the massive hole in the cabin the fallen tree caused.
And some help covering up the hole would be appreciated if we can't fix it. It's almost Halloween and this month tends to bring out the loony kind of villains, so the last thing we need right now is some slasher villain akin to Jason or Freddy to enter the cabin through the hole. Not that any walls stopped a slasher villain from getting its target, but still...
Edited by TheGamechanger on Oct 28th 2019 at 10:23:23 AM
"That is a problem. I can't help if I'm all soggy, though. So I'm going to fix myself up first. Wait..."
The soggy guy pulls back his hood.
"The name's Aquamarine." He stretches his arm out for a handshake, then pulls it back in when he realized that he was still wet.
Edited by KingOfStickers on Oct 28th 2019 at 2:14:48 PM
This doesn't deter the frog man, who obliviously shakes Aquamarine's hand anyway.
"Nice to meet you. You can call me Glass Frog, or Glass for short."
Edited by DrNoPuma on Oct 28th 2019 at 10:27:44 AM
The cabin's door swings open to admit another newcomer. In this instance, a boy looking no older than 15, coat still slicked with rain and hood partially obscuring his face.
To the others, it looks a little like he's muttering something under his breath.
"This better be the right one this ti—ah!"
His surprised exclamation doesn't seem to be directed towards the fallen tree in the middle of the room, but at the people standing inside it. For some reason.
At that the teenager begins visibly losing his composure...until all he can manage in the end is an awkward greeting:
"Hey. What's your name?"
"Cool eyes, Glass Frog." He gives something of a Cat Smile.
Edited by KingOfStickers on Oct 29th 2019 at 10:11:36 AM
A beat as the boy looks around, slight confusion registering on his face as he wonders if he's walked into the right building (for the fifth time today).
"...Wait, this is the hero league, right?"
A small robotic mole, about four feet tall, comes downstairs soon after hearing the crash.
"Whoa... so that's what the noise was... oh geez," he says. "Is anyone hurt?"
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