Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Right, so- let me get this down.

- I got mugged by some sort of supernatural fog.
- I'm stuck in another coastal American town by forces I don't understand.
- Loads more people can see me here than should be able to.

I'm never hearing the end of this one.

On the tragically short list of positives, we all agree this wasn't something I did, yeah? Cause I was aiming for the record shop up the road, not whatever this is.

Edwin?

Does anyone want biology/science classes once school's done for summer?

DOCTORS AND COMPANIONS:

We're all going to the Todash tonight, yeah? It'll be fun to see all of us there.

[Grandpa Thor! and Uncle Loki! and mom as well]

Hi! Do you wanna maybe hang out?

To welcome the newcomers, we at Todash Tavern would like to extend an invitation to join us at the bar tonight. Most drinks and food are covered, so you don't need to worry about money. Come on by and get to know each other a little.

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My key works now. Just thought people should know.

Point of order: what on earth is going on in this town?

Yes, I've seen the materials. Yes, I've been given this telephone. Yes, I've found this Pickman House.


None of this is explained:
- why can everyone here see me?
- why am I not able to travel to any mirror outside of this town?
- is there a Cat King here and is this his doing?
- where is Charles?

So I guess the issue with the keys at Pickman isn't going to get resolved, it is?

Ugh anyone have any Tylenol they'd be willing to fork over?

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I was wondering if anyone could help me figure out what kind of job I can get here. I'm not very good at a lot of things here and you don't have power core generators or water filtration systems to maintain and that's what I trained for.

I'm not very strong.

And I don't know a lot of things.

I've been trying but I can't figure anything out.

[Sheriff Hopper]

Hi, this is Michael. You had to get me back to Pickman this morning. Thank you, and I'm really sorry that even happened.

[Astarion]

Hi. I dunno if I messed up or not. Does Sheriff Hopper know about people being vampires and stuff? I dunno who knows what.

I might have done something... a little bit stupid.

Maybe a lot stupid.

Just checking, no one sent me a present, right? Like a gag? Hilarious prank?

As much as I hate to disappoint, I will be taking a sabbatical at the radio station. There is nothing to say, at the moment.

I have faith that you will find something else to listen to.

Thank you to person who made for writing English magic, now I talk to everyone!

Hello!

I am Alexei.

So, I might have bragged to someone about how amazing you are, and now they want to be introduced to you. Would you be alright with that?

At some point, a small box was delivered to Alexis's door. If the shipping label was actually read, it would be obvious that a mail man did not deliver the box, given that her address is not written down anywhere on the actual shipping label. Nor is her last name. The address on the label simply read 'Apartment, Downtown, I think this is some kind of shop. Alexis.'

Inside of the box is fifteen smooth, oval shaped stones, each painted with an emotive face to convey a specific emotion. In addition to the box is a card that simply says, Worry Stone. To give your hands something to do while you won't let yourself touch people - Derek. ( Read more... )

[Tobias]
Hey. How are you?
I know you have some things going on right now and things didn't go great the last time we talked.
I hope you don't mind me talking to you.
There's someone I know from home here.

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( AT BON TEMPS, FORMERLY THE UP AND UP )

GAMBIT

I'm going to clean up, I swear, I'll turn into that robot maid from The Jetsons but can I use the club?

I'm kind of using the club already, forgiveness instead of permission, sorry. Love you buddy!

Megs and I really need a party. I really... really need a distraction.


21+

Party at the Up and Up Bon Temps. It's not open, I'm making it open. It's Meg's birthday and we all need a break. And a drink. Lots of drinks. Bring more booze and your pretty selves.

I'm going to reiterate: we are getting sloppy and doing things we will probably regret tomorrow, at this party. Brave the fog and come on.

There's an older kid from Pickman sleeping sitting up against someone's fence, just down from Pickman. I can't wake him up, he just mutters at me and then sleeps again.