Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Okay, I finally figured out the online application thingie for Supernova. Anywhere else hiring? Anywhere else still do paper applications? Are those not a thing anymore?


[DUSTIN + STEVE]

Dude, how sure are you about that demodog? Maybe we should find it now. Preferably before Mrs. Byers or Chief Hopper find out. You with us, Steve?

[LIV MOORE]

So I know I probably should have said something sooner but... can we talk about stuff?

[UNDEAD! UNDEAD! UNDEAD!]

Any tips for living your best undead life? Because I have no idea what I'm doing.

[...] The church doesn't give anyone else weird vibes? Undeadly speaking?

[WEDNESDAY]

You were pretty cool about prom. Thanks.

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So uuuhhh, does anyone know anything about old 80’s tech? ..maybe something a little earlier than eighties? ..what I mean to say is, can anyone tell me what this is? Kinda looks like a VHS, but it isn't? Someone just left it behind at a table at the coffee shop and now I gotta know what’s on it! How do I watch it??

[ Updated, filtered to those who work at/attend Derleth college ]

Hey anyone wanna get me into the campus library? I'll give you, I dunno. Free mediocre burgers for a week.

Listen.

I don't know what these locals want from me but if I hear about a Dash-Dinh one more time I'm going to bite one shove them right back into that chapel and barricade the doors.

God these townies freak me out!

[Diana]
Hello, hi. Long time to talk. I need help, if you have a minute?

[Other vampires]
Sorry to out you to each other but I need a support group that can stop me from wanting to tear into these freaky townies for getting in my space. Do you guys like, hang out and sniff coffee beans and talk or something? I need help. Guidance. Friends I don't have to worry about killing.

[Luke]
... Hi. ♥

[ETA: MISFIRED PM: meant for BUCK, went to BUCKY BARNES]
Well, I asked him. He said yes. Now all I have to do is not murder him. ggez, right?

In the words of Mark Twain, I'm not fucking dead.

MAY 10

LIV MOORE + CARVER
"UNDEAD UNDEAD UNDEAD"

Dunwich Hospital Morgue | R | ⚠ It's in a morgue, autopsy prep

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Uh hey guys, what a crazy couple of weeks right? Anyway.

The full moon is coming up in a few days. I think I might make a thing of it, if anyone is looking for some company.

What's the best alcohol to drink when you want to get very drunk, but not be too sick in the morning,

Hello, residents. I'm back to myself, thank goodness. That was not my favorite week of all time, tbh. My skin is soft, my sunblock is on and I have some real questions to ask. Now, you don't have to answer. You can even tape an answer to my door (263) if you want to keep your secrets.

Right.

⊳ How many of you are werewolves, vampires, demons, shapeshifters or otherwise a creature that might be classified as something that can change form or change the form of others?
⊳ How many of you have a pet, and if so, can we pet it?
⊳ How many of you are still stuck as your swapped counterpart/power/whatever?
⊳ In your opinion: Does pineapple belong on pizza?
⊳ In your opinion: What is the best Doritos flavor?
⊳ In your opinion: What's your favorite place to hang out at in town?

Thanks in advance for all of your insight.

[Richie]
See, this is how you do it.

I'm going to need you birds to stop whispering. And you need to show off your plumage, you do a funny little dance and then you dance and prance until your feathers threaten to come off, but you don't fecking whisper. Won't you think of your future eggs?

Take it from someone who was a bird. A long time ago. That's how you do it.

But I fucking forgot how to get to the local bar. Directions are appreciated.

Forty-something years old and I still have to count on my knuckles to remember how many days in each month. (Yes, I know there's a calendar on my phone.) (It's 30, if anyone else was trying to remember.)

Okay. What the fuck is this?

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.