One crisp Tombday morning, a battered sheet of paper was shoved under Enzo's door just before sunrise.
Upon arriving outside the creepateria, Enzo would find nothing. Inside, however, the reaper would run into one undead part-time Amityville instructor who smelled faintly of sloppy joes and beer. Kenner wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings; instead, all of his focus seemed centered on jabbing a toothpick between his upper right canine and incisor. What was perhaps even more odd for those who knew him was that he was dressed entirely in black, but since Enzo did not, it probably didn't seem so strange at all.
On the lunch table in front of the teacher sat a one piece black outfit with a note on top that read Change. The suit had closed bootie feet large enough to fit over a pair of shoes and was slightly fuzzy, reminiscent of a bear costume without the head.
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Enzo was just about to stumble out for breakfast- although it was more like lunch at that point, when he finally noticed the rat chasing after him with the paper clenched in it's mouth.
He blinked down at it. The handwriting was awful. What did he have to prove? He didn't have anything to prove to anyone, he huffed internally, crumpling it up to throw it out, but the upright bass crunching it's way through his messy room gave a musical growl, and the rat picked it up again before scaling his pantleg to shove it into his hands once again.
Enzo gave an exasporated sigh, "There aint no way this is from a teacher. Someone's pullin' my le-OOF WATCHIT!" The Boss had rolled into him from behind, sending him stumbling into the door. "HEY." He gave the instrument a kick, and it responded by biting his leg.
After a small skirmish, Enzo changed into something a bit more presentable, his favorite black cap, and begrudgingly made his way to the creepteria. He wanted to head there anyway. No skin off of his knees.
Inside, the place was fairly empty. The lunch rush and late breakfast crowd were in their lull, but he eyed the man in black warily.
At the sight of the onesie, his glare only deepened. "The heck's all this?"
The man couldn't have meant change into that.
Smerdle
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Kenner paused, gripping the toothpick between his teeth as he looked the reaper over. He wasn't acquainted with very many of the kids in this place, but from the brief description he'd been given, this seemed like the one he was looking for.
"Enzo, right? I'm Kenner... or maybe 'Professor' to you." He chuckled briefly, shaking his head as if he had just heard a pretty crappy joke. "All this is for your own protection, kid. You may be a, what, a Knob or whatever soon, but that doesn't mean that you aren't susceptible..." He sighed, his perpetual grin fading for a second until it seemed to realize it couldn't be bothered leaving. "Whatever. I really only brought it so I could make fun of you if you put it on. Do what you like."
He didn't wait to see if 'whatever Enzo liked' involved the costume. Instead, Kenner picked up the suit and tossed it at the nearest black-bagged industrial sized trash can. It caught on the side before slowly sliding to the floor, settling in a sad pile of synthetic waste.
"Come on. There's learning to be done!" And with that, he turned around and headed outside.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 9:20 pm
Enzo's eyebrow raised. "Professor." It wasn't a question, although it almost was. How did he know this wasn't some homeless man wandered onto campus? Well. He knew his name. Learning to be done, indeed. Warily, he eyed the forgotten suit, and with a whistle, a rat ran along to stuff it into The Boss's mouth waiting just outside the cafeteria, just in case. Protection? He'd be the judge of that. "Lead the way, sir."
The werehyena led Enzo around the side of the building toward a large backpack and an oddly colored patch of grass. There were still plenty of people milling about, but when student and teacher got within five feet of their destination, they passed through an invisible wall that silenced those around them completely. Further experimentation would reveal that no one could see or hear them in turn, and any attempt to break free of the area would only result in an embarrassing and potentially painful mime act.
No, it appeared the only way out was through the dark hole Kenner had recently unearthed beneath the strange, green grass.
"In you go," he said, holding the flap of dirt and grass out of Enzo's way. If the boil didn't enter on his own, Kenner had no problem pushing the reaper, his familiar, and his little rats too.
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Welcome to the creepy underground fun area!
Inside the hole in the ground is a very large, very dark space that Enzo must navigate through. The way forward is fairly straightforward; just follow that dim light in the distance. To get Enzo to the other side you must roll 1d12 per post until the total of your rolls is greater than or equal to 22 while also remaining at 30 or under.
When you have gotten as close to 30 as you dare, quote me. At that point, Kenner will arrive and roll 1d8 of his own. If Enzo and Kenner's total goes over 30, there will be a temporary setback in the form of a brief boss fight. You may choose to force Enzo to encounter this setback by deliberately rolling over 30 on your own if you'd like.
Below are some silly dice prompts, but you can ignore them and write whatever you'd like in response to your rolls as long as it includes some combination of dank, dark, underground caves, a promising light in the distance, reflections on Enzo's experiences as a Snot, and minor hallucinations. Novels aren't necessary though at least a paragraph per roll is preferred.
Your foot slips on some uneven ground. You are now standing in an ankle-deep puddle. Recalling a trip to the human world or another human encounter, you find yourself sliding farther away from the supposed exit. You are now a woman. The light in the distance goes out. Only when you remember something meaningful that a member of your family told you does it come back. A pack of fuzzy, winged creatures screech and flap past your face. Pondering your future, you are suddenly facing back the way you came. Whoops! Your legs are gone. You see the translucent form of a friend ahead. What do they say as you approach, if anything? You've found a light! It barely illuminates more than a foot in any direction, but at least it illuminates something. You are confronted by an army of guys that look just like you. A crack opens in the ceiling, dropping thousands of pumpkin seeds onto your head. You think about something you long to learn as a Knob as you find yourself face to face with a wall.
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Despite the minions Enzo kept, he was not entirely fond of dark damp spaces. He could hear the scurry of rats and the subtle sound of cockroaches nearby- which might have unsettled some, but to him at least it was assuring. "Explore the hole? Nothing to it," He grumbled to himself. What a silly sort of exam. He dug in his pocket for a lighter or matches, but was disgruntled to find his matchbook empty.
As he crawled deeper, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, but he tried to ignore the creeping feeling. A squeak by his ankle grabbed his attention, though, and he was relieved to see a small, oily rat holding up one last match in it's little twitching muzzle. With a grin, he snatched it up, filling the cavern with light as he flicked it with his thumb. What he did not expect were the faces grinning back at him.
"HORSEFEATHERS!" The match dropped, fizzling and plumeting them back into darkness, but soon his vision re-adjusted to the gloom. There was no denying it. The cavern was filled - with other hims.
"Lookin' good," One said with a wink.
"Of course," He replied with a huff, "I'm always lookin' good."
"Damn straight," Said another, and gave him a thumbs up.
He straightened his hat, elbowing his way through the crowd.
"That's one cool cat," Another replied as he shoved him away.
"Got the swagger, got the swing," Another informed him.
"Always, man, always," He wove them off.
"Never woulda' known you're the disappointment of the family."
"Shut up," He gave this one a firm elbow to the face as he pressed onward.
The other hims all laughed.
Just keep trucking.
10 - You are confronted by an army of guys that look just like you. Journey total:10
Grunting as he tried to wade his way through the sea of bodies, their whispers and mutters had evolved from general encouragement to something... much less encouraging. He tried to block them out.
He wasn't a disappointment. His sister just didn't understand. Didn't get it. He'd make the family proud, but in his own way, with his own path. Just because it wasn't HER path didn't mean it wasn't the right one... right?
Alright, so maybe he wasn't as good at manipulating as her. Laurie could suck an egg as far as he was concerned... she was the eldest. The Family's survival lay on HER shoulders, not his. He didn't want to fight any sort of war. He just wanted a good time. Break a few rules along the way. Cause some trouble. Pass around a few headaches and make a profit in the process.
Where was the harm in that? Not everything had to be some huge big scam.
Finally, he managed to push his way through, only to blink at the growing light- up ahead he could see the professor waiting for him. DRAT. How had he gotten turned around? Dammit, Enzo...
6: Pondering your future, you are suddenly facing back the way you came. (total: 16)
"THIS IS STUPID!" He called up out of the cavern, but, grumbling, he turned back to try again. The hoards seemed to have vanished, but with them he was plunged back into darkness. He followed the sounds of the scurrying rats and insects ahead of him to guide his way, his head stewing.
He came to Amity to get stronger. Better control over his own powers. He'd show her- he'd show the whole damn family... at least what was left of them. His stomach twisted, mind locked in mental images of his rats ripping and tearing into his enemies, tiny minions forming one terrible monstrous swarm and NO ONE would call him short, no one would question him. He'd be feared and respected just like his Pop... just like...
He gave a loud shout of profanity as suddenly he stepped directly into a wall, smashing his hat and nose alike with the force he came in contact with the stone. "STUPID FLEABAGS-!!" He kicked several rats out of the way in a sudden frustrated tantrum.
"PROFESSOR! YO! EY, TEACH! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO BE DOING DOWN HERE??" He shouted back toward the entrance in growing rage.
12: You think about something you long to learn as a Knob as you find yourself face to face with a wall.
Total: 28
Smerdle
OMG I'M SO SORRY I CAME BACK FROM HIATUS AND THEN LOST THE THREAD AND THEN FOUND IT AGAIN AND HERE I AM AAAH HI <333
The hallucinations stopped, and even though Enzo had been traveling toward a faint light this entire time, it wasn't actually any brighter here than it had been at any point during his approach. There was an expectant silence following his ordeal, almost as if someone was supposed to be here to break it. No one showed up. The professor was gone.
This new area was warm and damp, but the humidity in the air did nothing to muffle the echo of splashes approaching from deep within the cave. Something was coming.
Something was here.
A large, hairy creature burst into view, a glowing bar piercing what appeared to be its eyebrow. The only nearby weapon—besides Enzo's own FEAR, of course—was an oddly carved metal bar several feet away.
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THIS IS THE END.Enzo now has two options:
FLEE! He may attempt to run from the creature. In order to successfully do so, roll 1d20 and get 15 or higher. Each failed attempt loses Enzo a whopping 15HP. If he dissipates, he will reform in Nurse Cricket's office as a Knob and no one will know he ran away except him.PERSONAL SHAME
FIGHT!
If Enzo chooses to attack, the monster will be angry, but not nearly as angry as it would have been had he chosen to run.
The first successful strike he makes with his completely ineffectual 2d6-6 dice prompts the creature to hit back for 5 damage. It also causes the metal bar on the ground to glow a sunny yellow regardless of whether or not Enzo has picked it up.
THAT BAR NOW DOES 2d20 DAMAGE WITH NO MODIFIER AW YEAH
The monster has 40HP and still does 5 autodamage when hit. If Enzo dissipates while fighting it, he will wake up in Cricket's office. If he beats it, he will be teleported back to the hole in the ground on campus, only there will be no hole there. The metal bar will be gone AND HE WILL ALSO BE A KNOB
When the professor seemed unresponsive, Enzo gave a distasteful grun, one hand shoving into his pocket while the other irritably pulled down the brim of his hat. Well, fine. He'd find his oWN way out. Never mind that had been the whole point to this adventure to begin with, that was beside the matter.
At least the weird magic or illusion or whatever it had been seemed to subside. Still, his nerves were on end, his stomach twisting as he trudged his way toward the dim light. Even the small handful of rats scurrying along with him seemed on edge. There was a sound further down the way, and he perked up. "Teach? That you? Look, this is a waste of time, I don't see how- Oh."
Whatever it was that had arrived was not the professor. Not at all. Enzo nearly lost his hat as he scrambled back from the roaring monstrosity...
His hands balled into fists, and with a strangled snarl of his own, he leaped toward the creature with the intent to kill- unfortunately for him, he was still just a meager first year, and it was all he could do to tumble out of the way of the enraged beast.
The thing seemed impressed that the tiny reaper had stood his ground and not run away, which would have been flattering if Enzo wasn't torn between terror and frustrated rage. This dank cavern smelled awful, was wet, his brain and heart was aching, and this damn thing got mud (or what he hoped was mud) all over his nice trousers.
With a mighty yell, he rushed at the beast, swinging his fist as hard as he could against the massive hairy leg-
The monster blinked down at him before giving a roaring laugh and quite casually batted him to the side like an annoying roach crawling on his foot.
Enzo was seeing stars as he tried to gather his whits, gathering himself back up from the damp, mossy dark ground. There, ahead of him, his hat was a sad crumpled mess of wool and muck.
It was an expensive hat. One he was quite fond of. Rage billowed up inside of him, and he saw a glimmer of something glowing just beyond said hat...
The monster was laughing at him. "Let's... see... you laugh at THIS!!" He grabbed the glowing bar, which had to have been magic, I mean look at it, all covered in marks and glowing with Fear or who knew what, and lunged at the beast, wielding it like a club with a mighty swing-
It just barely grazed fur on the creature when it once again swatted him off to the side like an errant fly and a fresh, roaring laugh.
Wobbling back up to his feet, Enzo tried to focus on the two monsters until they became one again in his vision, his expression anything but amused. Some magic. He gripped the bar tighter, rage flowing through him...
Maybe his sister was right. Maybe he really was a waste of Fear. A waste of time and money. A waste...
"SHUT UP!!" Not that the creature had said anything, but he feebly surged forward, slamming the thing down on it's clawed toes, and to his delight, the thing gave a yelp, staggering back a step before, unfortunately, giving him a sharp kick that sent him tumbling.
Enzo tumbled, wheezing and head spinning, but he could feel something- power maybe? Pulsating through the bar still gripped tightly in his fists. It had done SOMETHING, at least, and it was better than his fists alone. A crowbar might have been more useful, he managed to think bitterly.
As though insulted by this thought, the bar increased it's glow, filling the cave for a moment with golden light as he dragged himself once more onto his feet.
"I AM NOT A WASTE! I'M A REAL... HAPPENIN' GUY!!!!" He suddenly bellowed, using the last of his strength to leap straight at the monster. The bar came down, cracking against the beast's skull with enough force to send vibrations up his arms and down his back, throwing him backward against the hard stone wall with a groan as the monster roared, pealing away into wisps of Fear....
The world swam. Enzo groaned, shifting on the ground as he came to... only to realize he was no longer in the hole any more, but beside where it had once been. "Yeah... yeah, ya' over-sized palooka', I showed YOU, eh??" He managed, rubbing his nose in a rude gesture toward the hole, but it was gone and he immediately winced.
Where was the teacher? Was that it? He glanced around groggily. His head was spinning, and he was having trouble seeing out of one eye. Great. a good solid bruise, right before prom. Just what he needed.
"TEACH?" he called out, but it seemed he was alone. "Fabulous," He sighed, but perked up immediately. Hey, at least he had a good souvenir from the ordeal, right? Beaming, he glanced around for the magic glowing rod- but sagged when he noticed it and (to his dismay) his ruined hat were both no where to be found.
"Horsefeathers."
Well... if that was all, he was sorely in need of a nice long hot bath. Probably in someone else's bath tub, considering what had been going on in his own recently. He'd sort it out.
Grumbling rather ungentlemanly, he limped his way off, mourning the loss of another nice hat.
