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sticksandbones2024-10-14 10:40 am
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MINI EVENT: GHOST RESCUE
A HEARTBEAT BENEATH THE STAIRS
As the season turns, and blood sinks into the ground of the Grove, as monsters with your face haunt the halls, waiting to pounce, something else is creeping into light. Distantly one might see a light in the forest at night, and the next it comes closer. And closer. Until in the treeline you can see it: a pitch black manor that looks as if it’s covered in ash. The trees act as its gates, rebuffing anyone who tries to investigate, and the air smells like rot. Something watches in the windows, but vanishes when you blink.
… But not even this dark manor can stand in the way of one very angry grandfather skeleton, who will, eventually, rattle his teeth and bones in a rallying cry and urge others to follow him, sword in hand. It’s time to storm the castle, and Mr. Bone-Jangles has had enough.
The air within the manor is frigid and biting, and the inside itself is as decrepit as you may expect. Lights and candles can light the way… but only for a few minutes. The wood creaks as if the building is breathing slowly, and sometimes you here a loud thum-thump, as if its unseen heart beats while you explore.
For an already imposing building, inside seems even larger and there’s almost no end in sight as it feels like the halls wind on forever and more and more rooms, from libraries to studies to bedrooms to- … is this room dedicated to WWE Wrestler Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson? … Needless to say, there’s a lot to work through, but Bone-Jangles urges you onward.
Wisps of color drift through. Are they your friends? Or something else?
… But not even this dark manor can stand in the way of one very angry grandfather skeleton, who will, eventually, rattle his teeth and bones in a rallying cry and urge others to follow him, sword in hand. It’s time to storm the castle, and Mr. Bone-Jangles has had enough.
The air within the manor is frigid and biting, and the inside itself is as decrepit as you may expect. Lights and candles can light the way… but only for a few minutes. The wood creaks as if the building is breathing slowly, and sometimes you here a loud thum-thump, as if its unseen heart beats while you explore.
For an already imposing building, inside seems even larger and there’s almost no end in sight as it feels like the halls wind on forever and more and more rooms, from libraries to studies to bedrooms to- … is this room dedicated to WWE Wrestler Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson? … Needless to say, there’s a lot to work through, but Bone-Jangles urges you onward.
Wisps of color drift through. Are they your friends? Or something else?
A NIGHTMARE ON YOUR LIPS
And to those who have been locked away for days, perhaps weeks, nothing in this house feels real. Is it a dream? Is it a nightmare? The mere mention of a potential addition from your lips manifests another new room within the manor, but you cannot touch anything. Light hurts and makes you dizzy, while the night is painfully cold. How long has it been? How long will it be?
The burst of life is- new. Exciting. Distantly, you know these people, but the urges of death are whimsical and cruel. Part of you wants to guide them to the attic, where your souls are chained in full to a portrait of you. Break those portraits, and you're free, coming back to life outside, which is what you want, isn't it? Another part of you wants to chase them out, how dare they intrude upon your afterlife? Another yet thinks it’s time to play, but no longer remembers what ‘play’ is- so surely they can dodge the plates and books, right? Right!
And another yet wants the intruders dead. And if not by your hands, then by the demons guarding this world alongside you.
The burst of life is- new. Exciting. Distantly, you know these people, but the urges of death are whimsical and cruel. Part of you wants to guide them to the attic, where your souls are chained in full to a portrait of you. Break those portraits, and you're free, coming back to life outside, which is what you want, isn't it? Another part of you wants to chase them out, how dare they intrude upon your afterlife? Another yet thinks it’s time to play, but no longer remembers what ‘play’ is- so surely they can dodge the plates and books, right? Right!
And another yet wants the intruders dead. And if not by your hands, then by the demons guarding this world alongside you.
october 4th
The drifting is a little more literal now, maybe.
Anyway, he glances up as a figure topples straight through the door, eyebrows knitting together as recognition sets in.]
Oh, stars.
[It's even harder to remember things than normal, but he knows a child being here in this state implies bad things.]
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[He drifting kind of upside down now, it's fine, don't worry about it.]
Dude, what happened?
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(Ha. That's a good one. He'll need to use that for a pun later.)
At the question, though, Siffrin looks...oddly evasive.]
I mean, y'know. Same thing. I got got by my stabby evil clone.
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That guy sucks. I hope whoever catches him kicks his ass. I wasted a whole batch of baked goods on him and everything.
[He crosses his arms not unlike that of a petulant child. He drifts through the air.]
...I'm glad that wasn't actually you, though.
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Yeah, uh. I'm sorry.
[It feels inadequate, but how does one apologize for getting killed and replaced by a murderer. After an awkward beat, Siffrin shrugs.]
I wouldn't have ever hurt you. You know that, right?
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[He had felt a really complicated mess of emotions all the way up to seeing Real!Siffrin again, and while Dipper knows that the one who stabbed him had been a fake, having him wear Sif's face had ...rattled him in a way he's not willing to admit.]
...Yeah. I know. [Siffrin has been nothing but protective and worried about him all this time. Having Stan see Zahliyaquest had put what Siffrin done for him into an even bigger perspective than before. Still when he responds his voice is ...quieter than usual.] I know that ...places like this can do terrible things while wearing people's faces, and I know it can get into people's heads and force their hands to do unspeakable things. Whatever your evil double did, I don't blame you for. It wasn't your fault.
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I didn't do it myself, but it wouldn't have happened if I'd taken care of that thing in the first place. I should have been stronger.
[Not that strength was really the issue there. But he doesn't want to voice what had actually run through his mind when he encountered his double.]
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...Did I ever tell you how I lost my eye?
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[He'd remember something like that at least, right??]
cw: discussions of possession, insanity, and eye trauma
...So, in one of the previous hellscapes I was trapped in, October became an actual living nightmare. You might have seen my uncle making a journal entry about that a few weeks ago. It's why we boarded up our house for the month. Anyway, that's because...
[He floats up a little, eyes on the ceiling.]
fourteen days straight of no sleep, no electricity, no running water, red skies, the air was just filled with screaming, blood was everywhere, and then something ...something got into my head.