Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

This can't be happen

I need to make sure that Tissa

Where is Cir

What am I supposed to do

If I've understood correctly, this is another sphere with no way back. At the moment. What is being done to find a way back to our home spheres?

[FILTERED TO ELEANOR SHELLSTROP]

Hey, you. I was thinking of checking out Joyland, thought you might like to join me. What do you say?

[FILTERED TO MCU!AVENGERS]

Thoughts on Joyland? Who's going? Any reason to suspect it's not what it seems?

DID YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS AN INVISIBLE FORCE SURROUNDING THIS TOWN THAT PREVENTS PEOPLE FROM LEAVING! IT SEPARATES YOUR SPIRIT FROM YOUR BODY, LEAVING YOUR BODY UNCONSCIOUS! I KNOW FOR I HAVE TRIED MULTIPLE TIMES, EVEN IN FLIGHT! I AM NOT FAMILIAR WITH SORCERY, BUT THERE IS A WIZARD IN NEW YORK WHO MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP IF WE CAN CONTACT THEM! I SWEAR I WILL HELP FREE THE TOWN FROM THIS ENCHANTMENT!

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So I know everyone's told me that this isn't the bad place and this is just somewhere in the multiverse. Cool. But are you sure? Because giant monsters? Creepy cult churches? Capitalism? That sounds like the bad place to me.

I do like that there's actual ice cream and not just frozen yogurt though.

Right.

Now that I'm not having visions of myself looking a full decade younger or fighting off a giant monster with too many of everything, I hope everyone's checked in with someone. And if you're wondering what the hell happened this weekend? Yeah, same.

Anyway. Support group tomorrow. You know the drill.

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And this town is when exactly?

[Sent out telepathically to Abra]

Abra? Are you safe?

Well, Dunwich (can I collectively call you us that? I feel like it works out, considering no one is actually from here all while no one actually from here reads this communications board -- it's very early 2000's cum reddit, by the way, I like it,) it looks like you've had a really eventful weekend and learned a lot. Something, something, it's not about the friends you made along the way, but the haunted hotels that tried killing you?

I have questions about that, but honestly, after staying up all night to read the hot goss and study up on whatever information has been put out on this place -- probably fewer than you'd think.

So.

Hi. Hello. I'm Tony and I'm --

New.

It's also my birthday, which I'm pretty sure is coincidental and doesn't actually count if we're talking successful trips around the sun, but it is a fun fact and I will let a few people buy me drinks for the occasion, yes and thank you. I get it if we're tired of partying, so I promise to keep it as low-key as possible. I hear Todash is a good choice.

New list!

DUNWICH RULES TO LIVE BY

1. If you are invited to a party no one fesses up to planning, don't go.
2. If you win prom queen and no one voted, don't get on the stage.
3. If you're in a building that smells like it should look much crispier than it does, just leave.
4. Be wary of overly detailed statues. - Ezreal
5. Always carrie carry a weapon. - Ezreal
6. If you see a ghost of someone you know, don't assume it's really them. - Eddie K.
7. Stay away from hotel front desk guys with axes and their weirdo bellhop friends. - Eddie K.

Feel free to make suggestions. I'm just getting us started!

TO: JAMES RHODES

» You missed a damn good time this weekend, Rhodes.
» Another bloody trauma to add to the books.

for the record

and i feel it needs to be said:

I DID NOT ARRANGE THE PROM!!!! OBVIOUSLY SOME MEAN SPIRITY GHOSTS SAW MY POST AND TOOK ADVANTAGE!!

seriously, it wasn't me and i am really, really, really sorry this happened.

Huh. New town. New faces. Same old me.

Guess two out of three isn't bad. Shame I missed the party. Hopefully there'll be another one in the future to enjoy. Dunwich looks ...quaint. This Pickerman place is nice as well. Someone must work hard to keep it all in order. Hello, dear neighbors! Someone must be in charge..?

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Alright, I'll admit it - this is a new one for me.

Who's got the best explanation?

ARRIVAL

The thick, ghastly haze of the mist, once practically opaque to the naked eye, fades and opens up to a nostalgic homegrown New England town. A friendly gazebo, freshly painted white sits on a neatly mown lawn at the center of the town square. Vehicles stop at the redlight while locals cross the street, birds chirp in the trees, and a school bus stops to pick up a few children in oversized backpacks. Pedestrians walk by you without a second glance. Did they not see you suddenly appearing out of nowhere? How could they not have noticed that all encompassing fog? And why doesn’t your obviously otherworldly attire catch their attention? This appears to be a small, close knit community. And it’s clear you’re not from around these parts.

But these are simply the first of many mysteries you’re about to discover.

The further you investigate your new surroundings, the more ominous this seemingly quaint and colloquial town becomes. There’s something dark beneath its pleasant guise. You can’t shake the chill at the back of your neck and the sense that someone—or something—is watching you. Then there’s the odd graffiti on the alleyway walls and the way the locals talk about certain locations. And while the mist is gone, there are places in town that make you reminisce about the mist. Places that feel supernaturally thin. Thin enough to let in whispers from the other side. Or maybe even screams.

And don’t worry if you hear laughter or the jingling chimes of carnival coming from the rain gutters in the street. That’s just your imagination. There’s nothing down there.

Nothing that floats.