Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Support group. It's still happening. I had it worked out with the school to use a room there, everything was good and I was going to announce it and then yesterday they told me we were no longer welcome, no explanation given. Working out details so that we have a place to go that you can walk to from Pickman.

UPDATE: Loki has generously allowed us to use his church, so we'll have a room there, Wednesdays at 5:30. Starting next week.

[Loki]
Working out the details is generous. Cassian has a scrap yard office we could use, but it's a hike. Any chance we can use the church?

[Charlie]
Hey, you ever meet the cat?

[Diana]
Are we on for tomorrow? I know you've been busy so I thought I'd check in.

If I had a nickle for every time I got pulled into a town by a mysterious force, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?

Doctor Darcy Lewis, at your service, but first, I need coffee.

So far no job has dropped in my lap.

[Klaus]
Five tangled with one of the lobster things. He's fine. Just thought you should know.

[Voice to Text]


¿Hola? Hello? What is this place? I have never seen a town like this before. This looks nothing like Far Far Away. ¡Kitty! ¡Perrito! ¿Dónde están?

Good residents of Dunwitch, my name is Puss in Boots. Perhaps you have heard of me already. I am not surprised. If you would be so kind to help, I have misplaced my two friends and ship. We were just sailing into port, I do not know how I made it to these docks.

Someone I knew said there's usually a causality between people with strength showing up and the number of threats that happen because of that. It's not an at-fault situation so much as that's what happens when you get a bunch of heightened or super skilled people, the rest of the world tries to follow. The Avengers, from my world, were there to help stop those who intended to harm people.

I've been thinking about the charity I plan to run, and along with it, I want us to be prepared for the potential eventuality that things place is going to throw at us. Lobster/scorpions, vampires, the locals, — who knows what else this place has in store for us. I want to be prepared.

I know the subject of powers and skill sets can be a touchy one so if you're not comfortable telling anyone — or even me — that's completely fine. If you want to share it privately, I'm good at keeping secrets. I'd like to know who we have here in case of various scenarios.

Okay, what the hell is this place? Steve? Robin? Seriously, someone tell me what's going on.

hullo!
thank you mister moobus for this cool little thingie!
it's so small!
it fits in my little, little hands
and it can do so much!
so so much
i like this very muchly
but
uhm
oh
i'm going to find my doggie
he is lost
and i hear him down down down in the tunnel maze.

Anyone got a cigarette? Or some cash on them? My card doesn't seem to be working, and I've already smoked my entire pack.


I'm also not entirely sure how I got here or where here is.

Right. So ignoring how we're all suddenly here and no one seems to know why, are we going to talk about what happens when you try to leave?

Because if you haven't tried you turn into a ghost until you come back to this town, then you wake up flat on your back wherever you left. Sort of like there's some invisible boundary keeping us trapped here.

I know it's more than just one spot cause I tried, because there's shit I need to get back to and can't. So if anyone figures out a way to cross the ghost line, let me know.

Oh. It's creepy as hell so you may not want to actually try. Unless that's your thing, in which case knock yourself out.

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.