Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

Hi, Jim Kirk, new arrival.

Does anyone have a shirt I can borrow?

I’ve seen a lot of bizarre stuff, but this really takes the cake.

I’m Commander Trip Tucker of the Enterprise.

Don’t suppose anyone has a first aid kit lying around?

Had an old man try to punch me today because I didn't get to fixing his sink fast enough.

Almost got hit by a car trying to cross the street this morning to get coffee.

And an old lady threw her cat at me.

So how's everyone else's day going?

Please don't let me punch a customer in the face. Please don't let me punch a customer in the face. Please don't let me punch a customer in the face.

The next person who screams at me is going to find out just how hard I can hit.

Out of sheer curiosity, who's just been handed a job here? How did you come to get it?

Have any other strange happenings occurred that don't seem to have a reason to it?

( Private to Hange Zoe )

( Private to Stiles )

Okay my fellow stranded friends, this is an oppertunity for a good nickname, I'll get right on that.

Anyway! Does anyone have a nice strong computer I can hook my equipment up to? If any of this stuff is reading any kind of cosmic energy, I should be able to analyze it.

Unless someone has already done that, and if that's the case, I would LOVE to go over what we have already. Bonus points to anyone that's made a really nice powerpoint.

Has anyone noticed any new beings beyond our new arrivals? Or felt like there are other entities around you but you can't hear or see them?

Force sensitives
I can feel other entities via the Force but not see or hear them. It's a bit unnerving. I'm not getting a malicious sense of them, but there are somethings out there that we can't see.

Is anyone else experiencing this or have previous experience with it?

The closest I can think of is spirits in Mortis or of Master Qui-Gon's Force ghost. Yet, those were all visible and I could hear them.

Bail
Be careful of whatever these new things are. Have you felt anything off in your classroom?

I need to do something, preferably with my hands. Does anyone have anything that needs fixing or if not anyone want to spar with me? I have to much pent-up energy at the moment.

Ben Kenobi

Hi Ben.

Bail Organa

Are you the Bail Organa who adopted Leia?

LUKE SKYWALKER

I know you're here, Skywalker. Were you ever planning to say hello?

Hello, everyone. My name is Rey. I gather it won’t mean much to very many of you, but I am from Jakku.
I understand there are a large number of us who have been brought here to Dunwich with no explanations and no way home, so it seemed like a good idea to introduce myself.

Bail Organa

Did you ever find the maps and charts you were looking for? Someone else pointed me in your direction.

Hey, so unless you know how to kill vampires, be careful going out at night. This town has got some pretty nasty ones.

If you don't know what they are, short version's this: fangs, the go out at night, they want to drink your blood and probably kill you. Giles and Spike can explain more - but G, these are worse than the ones back home, but not ubervamp level, fyi. Spike, have fun with em.

If you want to know how to kill vamps, talk to me or Rose. If you don't care or don't wanna know and you don't have a way of defending yourself and find yourself cornered, my number's [###-###-####], Giles's is [###-###-####] and the best thing to do is stay outta their way or run hard and fast the other direction.

Trust me, these kind? Aint interested in letting you talk your way outta things.

Good evening.

My name is Bail Organa. After conversing with several others here, others like me who appear to have been pulled from their own time and place, I find myself very curious as to who we have here in our midst.

I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you better. In the evenings you might find me loitering in the lobby. I hope you might introduce yourself.

I'm especially interested in locating someone who might be familiar with astronomy and might have a star map of this region of the galaxy. I'm not familiar with it and would like to learn more.

As excruciating as crossing the ghost line is, I don't recommend it. I was enjoy the feeling of walking through jello when a creature that looked like some sort of insect came out of my form. It was not behind me or in front of me when it came out. It was as if it used me as a conduit. It's out there somewhere.

I will attempt to draw it, but for now, it was the size of a pigeon and had three faces. It didn't speak with its mouths, but telepathically. Normally, I don't mind unpleasant conversations, but the sounds they made were excruciatingly painful to my ears, and I enjoy fingers on a chalkboard.

I was not able to figure out where it went as it took me a while to return to the ghost line and my body.

So, how many of us are from the Infinite Agency? I recognise a number of people on thee network and I know Natasha mentioned it in her post.

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.