Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Anyone else get a hand ornament thing?

Well. Guess that solves that. I am once again the last remaining Stark. Honestly, probably for the best. He was entirely too spry for my liking.

Has anyone else seen the shift on the phone's map?

I went down to the border and it fee

Well this sucks.

Don't mind the big robot going through the halls every once in a while. That's me in my suit. It's got headlights and thermal readers, and I've got a bag of batteries and extra flashlights. If anybody needs help or some handheld light let me know.

[Tony]

Any way we could hook up a usb adaptor to Warmachine or something? One that won't blow up our phones if we need to.

I'm not a science guy and we're pretty fricking exhausted so thinking isn't great but I saw people saying about no sunlight being shit and all that. Does moonlight help at all? It's sort-of sunlight.

To those of us who are inhabitants (or, in some cases, frequent visitors) of the Pickman House:

Fret not. You will not be un-homed, nor will some stranger come around claiming they have deed and ownership of the place now that Mobius is gone has returned to his timeline.

I have it.

Nothing will change, everything will be as it was before beyond, perhaps, some minor cosmetics.

I'm hardly Mobius, I realize.
Still, I've taken it upon myself to move to Apartment 101 if you have any questions or concerns.

There are some openings now for front desk as well as security. I'm willing to re-work the hours and shifts scheduled to be less unfortunate for all. If you're interested - well.

Your friendly neighborhood landlord,
Loki

Ah.

Well.

As long as we get through this weekend without any memory problems or mysterious gaps in network posts, then...

I want to announce that the food truck is opening up next weekend. I'll have a full menu and hours and locations where we'll be parked.

First location is going to be in front of the Dunwich Police Department, by request. Ten to three, open for lunch. Try the Tony, a shaved cheesesteak panini.

Just look for the bright blue truck that says Lunch Box.

Alright everyone. I've had to do night stints for weeks at a time. If this keeps on, I recommend you get a Sun Lamp and a bottle of Vitamin D. Deprivation of Vitamin D is a hell of a thing.

And socialize. I know that seems weird, but people fall into depression really easily when there's no sunlight. Surround yourself with your favorite people.

Just a reminder: if you hear a ghost, no you didn't. If a ghost gives you something, no they didn't. If a ghost asks you to do something, no they did not.



[CONSTANTINE]

I need a favor.

You know, it was cute, my Mum showing up behind me in the mirror while I shaved. For those that don't know, that was sarcasm.

She's starting to ask me to help her do stuff, and I haven't the slightest clue how to help her. She shouldn't even be here.

What feels like ages ago I promised Sabrina I'd track down a karaoke machine and get a night going at Todash. And then Dunwich Dunwiched so here were are in September.

All that aside, Todash will be hosting karaoke tomorrow night!

What's karaoke you ask? Well, if you've ever wanted to get slightly tipsy to drunk and belt your heart out in front of a bunch of other strangers of varying sobriety to such emotional hits as "My Heart will Go On" and "Total Eclipse of the Heart", or maybe you prefer something more upbeat like "I Wanna Dance with Somebody", or you want to channel your inner boy band dreams and hit up some "I Want it That Way" (or girl band, "Wannabe" is a very valid choice here), karaoke is for you.

So come on down, have some drinks (a shot on the house if you go sing), show off your vocal chops and cheer your fellow Mistakes on.

Gentle ribbing is the name of the game but please do not be an asshole.

KEITH.
You're being all squirrelly, what's up?

Things seem pretty quiet, but I figured I'd give everybody a heads up that Warmachine's out for the count right now. Some software glitch so I've had to shut it down till I've figured it out.

[Tony]

Man, this thing is peppering me with old messages from years ago. It shouldn't even have half this stuff. Any ideas about what's going on?

[Marc/Steven]

Sorry I haven't reached out since we all woke up. You both alright? How are the arms?

VECNA'S VICTIMS (INDIVIDUALLY):

Those of you who went into the trance and started floating, could you check in with me on how you're doing? Any headaches? Phantom pains? Other issues going on? Physical, not mental. Unfortunately, I'm not a therapist or psychologist. This month

[Private to Sam, Wanda, Julien]


I know I was out of it after I got healed up, but Warmachine reported back what you all did for me while I was under that... curse thing. Thank you.


[MCU Avengers, Julien]


Hey guys. Sorry about the broadcasts. I got Warmachine off capslock.

( Good morning, sleepy head. You had quite a scare didn't you? )

[AUTOMATED MESSAGE TO MCU / LEON KENNEDY]

[SUBJECT: RE: COLONEL JAMES RHODES]

[THIS IS AN AUTOMATED MESSAGE PROGRAMMED IN EVENT OF PERSISTING UNRESPONSIVENESS.]

[ASSISTANCE REQUEST FOR RESIDENT UNIT 161; MEDICAL ATTENTION REQUIRED.]

ATTENTION: EVERYONE WITH HEADACHES

So we didn't say anything before because we weren't sure, but now that someone is FLOATING, this is almost exactly like something that happened back in our own town. There was this bad guy — thing, whatever — that we called Vecna. Vecna's like if you put the Creature from the Black Lagoon with a bunch of living vines that are a hive mind together with really strong telepathy and telekinesis.

He lives in the Upside Down, which is like a really fucked up version of our world except it's all dead and weird shit floats in the air. And the only living things are demogorgons, demodogs, and demobats. And Vecna.

ANYWAY, so back home, he wanted to rip open gates from the Upside Down to our world, so he picked four people to torment with headaches, nightmares, hallucinations, and then finally... floating in the air.... and a pretty gnarly death. Those left holes between our dimensions and when he got the fourth one, it made a big giant X and ripped open the town.

BUT THERE IS A WAY to stop him. You need a song, and you need to listen to it all the time. Find a song that speaks to you, that just grabs a whole of you and doesn't let go and listen to it. On repeat. The song keeps you grounded literally.


Um, yeah, so I know other people from my dimension have experiences and stuff, but I wanted to get this part out before too many people started randomly floating in the air. And dying

[OOC: This message can be seen by everyone. Robin just wanted to get everyone's attention.]

If anybody needs me I'll be in my apartment for the foreseeable future. Word is the headaches are prominent through the community, so, I'm not looking to spread it if it's a virus or something.

[Private to Friends]

Anybody willing to check in with me at least once a day? Just in case this is a new kind of 'haywire' that's about to kick off.

Hello, my name is Senator Padmé Amidala. I'm afraid that I'm not familiar with this world. Can someone please tell me what sector it is in, and where I can find a ship to hire to take me back to Coruscant?

Hey, so... I'm new here. Peter Parker? Does that name ring any bells? I'm eighteen, and I was about to do the college thing.

This time and space thing is pretty wild, huh? It was just a theory back in my home dimension — no one had ever figured it out — but it's kind of cool seeing it in real life. I just wish I had some way to measure difference between the universes.

Why are you lying

Hello. My name’s Leon Kennedy and from what I’ve been told, most people here are like me; from somewhere else. I don’t know how I got here or why I was chosen, and I don’t think I’ll find the answers any time soon, but… I’m here now, and I gotta make do.

Deputy Hopper says there’s a chance people from where I’m from could show up here too, so it’s probably a long shot but here goes:

I’m from Raccoon City. If there’s anyone here that’s heard of it, or of the Umbrella Corporation, or even of a girl named Claire Redfield or an FBI agent named Ada, I’d really like to talk to you. If I can’t get back there then I’d at least like to know what happened. The year was 1998, if that helps.

I’m staying at the Pickman house. I’ve actually been here for a few days already, but I’ve been laying low, trying to get used to all this… I think I’m getting a handle on it so I figured I’d post and get to know some of you.

The way I see it, we’re all in this together, right?

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.

( Read more... )

Apparently I start work at the motel's front desk on Monday?

I didn't apply anywhere or have an interview. How does this work?

Please use this as the official "tip line" for information on Ani Flickerman and Richie Tozier.

If you were the last to see them, there whereabouts, anything at all, please drop a line here. You can do it anonymously as well, either by phone call, blocked text whatever, I don't know how these things work I'm sure it works, but please let us know.

[DPD]

I don't know this place as well as you guys. I'm heading to the outskirts but there's a lot of ground to cover. I've looked for missing people before, and it don't always end up great.

Do we want to have the rest of the group checking along the entirety of the ghost line to make sure they didn't go through for some reason?

[Natasha]
If I'm remembering right, there's no one doing first aid classes at MIST at the moment, is there? Is there space free if I wanted to run them on a Sunday afternoon? I got some gaps to fill in my schedule.
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[Friends]
The local therapists don't seem to be very good at judging how common experiences are when they're somewhere in between "suddenly appearing in another universe" and "graduating college" but are otherwise... okay, I think? Handy to have someone to bounce things off of, anyway. I'm going to see how it goes for a few weeks but I'm feeling pretty good about it.
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eta:
If anyone wants to learn (or brush up on) first aid I'll be doing classes at MIST on Sunday afternoons, 2:30pm to 4:00pm. For those who don't know my background I trained as a paramedic when I was in the Air Force, which is the highest level of emergency medical certification you can get, so I can tell you the proper way to do things and as a bonus I can also tell you how to improvise.

So. Heard the prom went badly.

Anybody know what happened? Anybody need an assist?