sticksandbones | 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?

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.

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[ Well, it's one way to try and lure someone away but - the sight of someone familiar, even if he feels like.. he probably doesn't deserve to be the one.

Still, he can't exactly ignore it either. So, after a moment, he'll head towards the foyer stairs to try and follow after the brief shape of Dipper.

What kinda adventure we going on, Ghost Boy. ]

[You turn the hallway and the hall seems different. The house has shifted in style to looking older, but maybe a little more modern. Less haunted mansion and more condemned southern style victorian. The light is dim, but there is only one room at the end of the hall, and from it, a sinister red light pours out from within.]

[Isabeau, should he continue, might have caught the flash of Dipper's cardigan.]

[ Yep, that isn't totally ominous at all. The slight change of interior gets a brief look but he focuses on the one way forward. Red. A color he recognizes and that comes to mind now at a single glance, and how it.. reminds him of something.

He shakes that thought, stepping forward and that flash of something is what makes him hurry just a bit more quicker. Though he slows as he reaches the room, carefully reaching for the door to open. Even as he tries to mentally steer himself on whatever he might see next. ]

[The room is a wreck, with broken windows and a sinister red light filtering in from outside. That's pretty weird since that's not at all??? what it looked like outside before? Something very creepy is happening here!]

[Blood is pouring from the walls, glass seems to be all over the floor.]

[The door slams shut behind him.]

[ Nope! Not weird at all! This is a very normal room with very normal lighting. ]

Huh--

[ Oh there's suddenly BLOOD pouring down, COOL. Between the door slam, he jumps, and hears the sudden crunch of broken grass beneath his feet that has him yelp a little. It's fine, he recomposes quickly enough, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks around. He did see a glimpse of that cardigan before, what about now? Any sign he can see of the lil Dip? ]

[Yeah, there he is. He's standing right behind him, and he looks. Smaller than he did before? A lot younger. He looks dirty, injured and like he hasn't slept in two weeks. His right eye is nothing but a ruined bloody mess.]

[In his hand is a bloody piece of glass and he looks at Isabeau with a wild, distraught look.]

He's here. He's here, he's here, he's here, don't you see? He's going to kill us all!

[The room distorts, pulsing, and the air becomes more oppressive, the anxiety and terror is practically alive around them.]

[ Oh Change.. He is so much smaller, so young. The sight of the injury doesn't cause any fear, only concern that sits heavy in his stomach, taking careful steps towards with hands show in a gesture of "it's okay." ]

Who is? [ The sudden distort almost throws him off, that pulse making it a bit harder to breathe, a sudden strain to his lungs but he takes a breath anyways. ] Hey, it's alright, it's gonna be alright.

[Almost like on cue, the sound of laughter starts to ring out around them. It's high, unhinged, and surrounds the room.]

Bill.

[Dipper steps back, looking even more panicked.]

He keeps possessing me, he's trying to kill my entire family, I have to stop him! I can't get him out of my head!

[For how terrifying the room is, despite the laughter, "Bill" doesn't seem to show himself.]

[ In a moment like this yeah never good with a high and unhinged laugh like that happening, whoever this Bill may be. But he takes a step after, arms still out even as he looks around for wherever this person? may be. ]

Yeah that sounds - really bad. How about this, can you take a deep breath for me? And let's figure out together what we can do.

[ Possession is unfortunately quite out of his league but he can try to remain calm, try to destress the situation even a little even if the boy has more than reasons to be terrified of what's going on. Just try to help in any way he can. ]

[Honestly, it's such a direct tactic that it takes Dipper out of it for a moment. In this memory there was quite a lot of paranoia feedback, not a lot of calm, gentle voices.]

[He looks a little disoriented, but then his good eye darts around a little, like he's suddenly aware of where he is. Some of the oppressive feeling starts to ease.]

O-Okay... Okay, I'll try to breathe...

[ An encouraging smile, nodding and he'll even do some exaggerated breathing in and out himself to go along with it. So Dipper can hear and follow in turn. ]

Good, good. Breathe in... and out. Pheewww... Just a few more times now. [ In, and out. In... and out. ] You're doing great, Lil Dip.

MINI EVENT: GHOST RESCUE

10-15

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tw: eye trauma/eye gore

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