Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

[MURRAY]
I was thinking about tomorrow.
We should go somewhere. Get slushies.
Say some nice things.

[HOPPER]
Be nice to Murray tomorrow.

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A reminder to please be careful if you're celebrating this weekend. For those of you who aren't aware of it, people drive like assholes most of the time but they're a lot worse around the holidays. Look both ways before you cross the street and call me if you need someone to come get you. I know a guy with a car.

I have a confession to make. I haven't been completely honest with everybody. Oh, I've told a handful of people in private, and I'm sure some of you might've already guessed, but I'm not who you might think. For most of my existence, I've been pretending to be something else out of fear and pressure, but coming to Dunwich has shown me that I don't have to hide who I am.

I am an angel. Literally. From Heaven, although that bit is a little complicated right now. I've had a bit of a falling out with Heaven, a disagreement caused in part by stopping Armageddon from taking place, and in part by being close friends with a demon. So, I'm not exactly welcome there anymore, but I'm most definitely not Fallen. I still have my angelic perks, so to speak.

I feel so much better now.

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HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN? THE PARK THING? ITS OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Cassie]

IS THIS LIKE ROLLERCOASTER TYCOON?

[FRIENDS]
CAN WE GO? DOES SOMEONE WANT TO GO WITH ME?

I have a question. It's not a very important one but before I go and put any suspicions to the teeeeeeeest.

I'm looking for a vibe check on the locals. I know the general implication is that they're pretty freaking indifferent about us being here.

But like, how far does that go? Can I pull a fitted sheet over my head and pretend to be a ghost and move garden leprechauns and flamingos around?

Do you know what I'm getting at?

ESPRESSO IS GREAT EVERYONE SHOULD TRY IT

[Private to Richie]

RICHIE RICHIE RICHIE
HI
I NEED A FAVOR!

[Private to MIST People]

HI this is Lux!!!! Is there a space with a tv box at MIST??? And a room large enough for a group???? And time available???
Thanks!!!!

Hi everyone! In case you don't know me hi! I'm Lux!

I was wondering if anyone would be interested in hanging out??? There's a lot of people who are Adults doing Adult things and that's really great! But I think sometimes for me anyway it's hard to relate to that and sometimes asking them for help is super awkward because maybe I should already know everything? So maybe we can all be friends or like at least get together and try to figure out all this stuff we're supposed to do here like cooking and whatever?

Also I bet I could borrow Richie's video game thing too and we call all play SUPER SMASH BROS?

Okay that's all!

Bye!!!!

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.