Dunwich: A Creepypasta Panfandom Game

So yeah, the watch isn't coming off. It's not a bad watch but it's kind of putting a damper on my shapeshifting, since it doesn't shift with me. Whoever I turn into, it's them with a watch. Kind of a dead giveaway.

Plus, there's the demon face.

Logan used to be the only one who knew who I was no matter what I looked like

Anyway, I heard keys are working. Jubes, just let me know if yours does and you want to start decorating your own space. You can do whatever you want in my room, obviously, but I know it's cool to have your own too. Sleeping at MIST isn't so bad.

I might have done something... a little bit stupid.

Maybe a lot stupid.

Just checking, no one sent me a present, right? Like a gag? Hilarious prank?

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Let's play a game, shall we?

Call it a Friday meme.

Kill, marry, fuck. Dunwich style.

Color me curious and bored.

As I don't know many here, allow me.

Kill: Sam Winchester
Marry: I'd say Castiel. We got along smashing at one point.
Fuck: Dean, of course.

Just making this official. I've never said it and it wasn't really a thing when I'm from. But being here and getting to know more, I've been trying it on, though, seeing how it felt. Some of you already do it. I've been going back and forth.

And nothing's changing. Still the same Morph, still the same flavor you've come to love just with updated packaging. (Wink, wink.)

They/them. 😉

X-Men/Mutants

We're all still here, right? I think Rahne was a mutant but I hadn't met her yet.

Everybody here, everybody good? I can't lose any of you yet

WOLVERINE & MORPH

You okay after everything I just blabbed to you?

WHAT: Logan telling Morph a little about the future.
WHERE: The drive-in
WHEN: Sunday night
WARNINGS: Spoilers for X-Men 97, talk of mind control and cloning and backstory.
STATUS: Complete
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Private to X-Men / Mutants

Bonjour. I'm not -- I don't know you all, I think. But most of you I do. Anyway. I'm Remy. Hi.

I know some of you been here for longer than me, probably got jobs you're into, all that. But I just want you all to know that I just came into the deed of a building -- a Club -- that'd just been opened not long ago.

It's a little muddled right now. Bit of everything, not enough focus, and so I'm gonna take a lil time, get it into the sort of order I'd like, to make it a proper sort of place I think folks could enjoy. But if you want a job, or just a place to go --

The door is open, oui?

Rogue, chére, there ain't nobody out there who'd make a hotter bouncer than you.
Logan, you too, obviously.
Morph, unless you really wanted that typing job, I think you'd be a bang up bartender. With the option to ... head up some weekly entertainment? Karaoke? Trivia?

Just ideas, is all. You let me know. We work together on this.

Private to Lucifer
Under the impression you played some piano at the Up and Up?

Good news everyone, I can see again. Wait.

It's back to a local for office assistant for me, I'm starting to think the position might be cursed. Anyone interested?

So where can a guy get a decent burger around here?

May 1st

Logan & Morph
"Welcome to Dunwich, earthling!"

Just outside Pickman | ⚠ Mentions of Morph's past/mind control, Logan violence, spoilers from '97.

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Think I've got to admit to myself that I might well actually be stuck here for a bit. Which is -- y'know. Alright. A little insulting to someone with my skillsets, mais.

Speaking of skill sets. Jobs. What do we -- think of those? Any of you have one yet?

So I owe some apologies. You know how things have been... going missing?

Stolen, yes, fine.

Listen, I think it's Dunwich. Or a full moon thing or whatever, but I'm sorry and I'm bringing it all back. And hey some of the stuff you might not even know was missing. Did you know I stole every 6.5 shoe from the bowling alley? It's not even my size.

I mean, technically everything's my size.

Anyway, sorry. My bad. I'm on my way around with the returns.

This place is shit.

That's it.

That's the post.

Alright. Who managed to steal an entire booth out of the club?

Here I was, about to announce our first Swing Dance Night on Saturday, April 27th. Rather than our regular night club, we're having a 1940s themed dance party! We'll offer classes leading up to the dance if you'd like to learn how to swing, but it isn't necessary.


But seriously. A whole booth?!

April 2nd, 2024

Loki & Morph
"Shapeshifter stuff, you wouldn't understand."

Outside of Pickman | ⚠ WARNINGS: TBD

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Holy shit, this place has a sun.

I was starting to doubt it, that's all. I'd never seen it. It was like Santa or Nessie or the Abominable Snow Man. I'd heard things but I didn't know if I could believe it. The tales of olde, a day without rain.

My rectangle telephone has chess on it! I have given up on wondering how it can fit so many things into it, and will simply accept that it does.

I tried to get the rain to stop but it's only working in spots near me. It's very frustrating.

VOICE MEMO TO RILEY:

I'm staying at the cabin with you for the next few days.

No arguing.

VOICE MEMO TO JIM K:

You'll be safe at Pickman won't you?

VOICE MEMO TO MORPH:

Don't leave Pickman.

VOICE MEMO TO KAY:

Are you going to be okay in all the rain?

Where's the Blockbuster in town?

I feel the sudden and irrepressible urge to rent Waterworld but I can't find it on the map... thing.

It isn't a Hollywood Video town, is it?




Oh yeah, hi.

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.