Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

[Filtered: 20+ adults]

With what seems like constant shifting of people, I'd like to reach out and verify, on behalf of Data and myself as the outreach staff for under 20 year olds, if any newer adults would have interest in acting as a guide for anyone under the age of 20 who arrives here. We have two who are currently in need of a guide due to recent disappearances.

If you are interested, please comment below with a brief summary of any relevant experience or contacts here who possibly could verify/testify on your behalf.

[Filtered: Tandy Bowen and Abigail Hobbs, plus Data and Natasha]

Hello Tandy and Abigail,

It's come to our attention that you two have recently lost your guides. I'm sorry to hear that, but we are here to support you both still. Would you have any adult in mind who could be your guide? Otherwise, we can assign someone for you to ensure you do have a guide.

My positronic software is malfunctioning. I shall spend approximately 7. the day attempting to add sub-routine - I believe common parlance readily refers to this process as a 'software upgrade'.

Stan Uris

It appears that being kissed by a rusalka caused my ethical sub-routines to fail temporarily yesterday. And it is human convention to apologize Would you accept my sincerest apologies for my behavior, Stan?

I have successfully rebooted and re-calibrated myself, and have regained control of my facilities. But I must thank you for helping my daughter search for me. I appreciate your help.

^{TO Q}
O absent presence, Q is not here;
False flattering hope, that with so fair a face
Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place
Q, I say Q, should appear.
What say’st thou now? Where is that breezy cheer?

[UNDER 20s]

For the duration of this crisis, I have taken the liberty to organize food deliveries to your current domiciles. I will caution you however, that the chocolate ice cream is intended for the freezer. I do apologize for the added hassle, but chocolate milkshakes lose their consistency after a while.

But should you have need of either me or Erwin, please make contact at any time of day. I have no need to hallucinate vividly at night.

^{OOC NOTE - Original sonnet by Sir Philip Sidney, altered for Q-y needs.}

ooooooooooooooomg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wednesday!! is!! a statue!!

i am dragging her back home!! right!! now!!!!!

[ooc note: enid is literally pulling the statue along behind her from the docks, she's a strong little thing, but she is completely panicking.]

Upon superficial perusal of the network, I am overjoyed at being proven right once again!—That humanity is, at its core, a trite, unsurprising, and mundane species with very little capacity for nuance and innovation. Why, look at how you've all sequestered yourselves in the humdrum of monotonous living, foolishly trying to feed your starving souls by chewing on stodgy remnants of bromidic interactions and abstruse small talk. How tedious! How commonplace! How drab!

How perfectly t y p i c a l .

You'd think after billions of years I'd finally be accustomed to this! But no! I still hold out hope that your primitive bipedal species will one day break the cycle. Alas, today is clearly not that day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either.

That being said, those of you who attended my soiree have made it onto my NICE LIST. And those of you who declined my generous invitation, well, perhaps after a small demonstration of my charity your manners will show some improvement. Until then, try not to let my presence gnaw at you.

It will, of course.

And because I assume most of you lack the clarity of perception, allow me to introduce myself.

I AM Q.

And despite the fact that Jean-Luc isn't here, I have decided to stick around, as they say, and continue the Trial of Humanity. Best of luck to all of you. I'd say the jury is out, but it's very clearly in.

On a related note—who was going to tell me that young Spock has abs?!

I am somewhat perplexed by this social gathering. I understand the social and biological imperative for humans to gather in groups, but the failure to understand the precise function of the Lobster Festival other than merriment and partaking in the local cuisine.

Is there more, other than the economical windfall this may bring the town?

But Enid, I believe I may have need of your wisdom regarding 'content' now.

[RONNIE & NANCY, SEPARATELY]

I do not wish to pry, but simply inquire as to whether you have been been well since your ordeal. I may not know much of human emotions, but I have often been told that I am easy to vent ^{[TO QUOTE THE URBAN DICTIONARY: 'To vent is to let off steam by saying everything that's on your mind, usually out of anger.' Its alternate definition would be ill-advised on a starship.]} to.

[RICK]

Dahj previously asked you to You previously mentioned a granddaughter. Would you be willing to give pa I am afraid that I may require parenting advice, Mr Sanchez. Would you be willing to give it?

[Q of the Q]

Please accept my sincerest regrets that I was not able to welcome you to Dunwich, Q. Have you been well here?

[THEO CRAIN]

I hope I am not disturbing you, Miss Crain. May I ask if you are comfortable with androids?

[DATA]

Can I ask you something? A couple of somethings?

( Q'S WELCOME PARTY! )

I must confess, I an unsure as to what currently would be appropriate to log as a public post. Therefor, I must apologize for the lack of content.

ETA: Should you require my aid, please do not hesitate in letting me know. I am glad to help.

DAHJ ASHA, PERCY JACKSON, NICK VALENTINE

Please report Please check in.

[SPOKEN OVER STARFLEET ISSUED COMMUNICATOR]

"This is Lieutenant La'an Noonien-Singh to all Starfleet personnel. Do you copy?"

[NETWORK MESSAGE: LT. JAMES T. KIRK]

Lt. Kirk - I understand you may be without your communicator. Please confirm your status.

Greetings. I am Data.

I tire of being abducted by collectors, and I regret to inform you that I will be making my leave shortly.

But in the event that you should you require my aid during these peculiar atmospheric conditions, I am willing to temporarily postpone my attempts to return to the Enterprise.

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.