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bakerstreet2020-10-25 10:02 pm
keysmashwastaken) wrote in bakerstreet2020-10-25 10:02 pm
Slasher? I hardly knew her.
Shhh... Don't make a sound...
They're Already In The House
A horror meme for stalking, slashing and splattering
We've all seen the movies, read the books, heard the stories. Monsters are out there. But what happens they stop being out there- and come inside?
Instructions: Post your character. Preferences are very important for this meme- make sure you state if you're looking to play a victim, a survivor, a saviour, a prankster, a slasher etc. as well as limits regarding gore. It's fine if you'd rather have an NPC slasher, with the thread focusing on prospective victims. Or two killers, victimizing poor NPCs.
Some optional prompts-
1-The Call Is Coming From Inside the House: Some people like to play with their food by being scary before the danger starts.
2-Car Door Hook Hand: Car trouble, out here? You're so far away, no one would hear if you screamed...
3-No One Will Ever Believe you: It's no mortal man you face, but a supernatural killer. They'll lock you in the madhouse if you tell this story
4-It's Always The One You Least Expect: This is no stranger attacking on random impulse, but someone you know and trusted out for your blood.
5-Fighting Over The Kill: What are the chances two slashers would turn up at the same time!?
6-Why Haven't They Drained Crystal Lake Yet: Camping is about getting in touch with the wilderness, but everywhere is someone's territory.
7-Bursting In Mid-Scene: You heard screams and dived in.
8-Horror Comedy: The killer just slipped on their own satanic robe.
9-Those Who Slay Together Stay Together: Most serial killers are loners, but it can be a group activity.
10-Revenge Or Justice: You're going to kill them, but they deserve it- for real!
Heinrich Requiem 🦇 Requiem Vampire Knight | OTA
But I would be very interested in a scenario where someone is trying to stall him until sunrise, so we get a happy ending when Requiem bursts into flames. Or something in which Reqieum has a recently fledged vampire under his wing and he's teaching them all about the joys of stalking prey.
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Any particular locale you want to set it in?
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Willow was known for needing time alone. Being far from home at the Devon coven's sprawling mansion home was surely uncomfortably foreign sometimes, not to mention what she was dealing with on a personal level. Sometimes that alone time was in sunlit meadows, sometimes it was moon gazing at midnight.
That sleeplessness had perhaps saved her life- so far.
It was to be expected that the mansion would be quiet so late at night when she returned, but even a massive, mostly empty building made soft sounds. Now, it was like the entire mansion was holding its breath, the moonlight casting long shadows. In the dark, it was nearly impossible to see the splattering of thick liquid around the entrance hall, let alone that it was a familiar shade of red.
But what was unmistakable was the gurgling scream of someone having their throat torn into, deep in the mansion as Requiem killed another of the coven. He'd picked a few off in their sleep before letting one scream to wake the others- just for fun. That left Willow with a choice. Enter and face danger, perhaps to save the others. Or run and abandon them.
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It's hard being far from home, from the majority of your friends and family. It's harder still under the circumstances. Willow is still working through her grief over Tara, and her horror at nearly killing her friends and destroying the world over it. It's not that she's not appreciative of everything that Giles and the coven have done for her - but sometimes it's hard to cope with the gravity of the situation, and harder still with the apprehension of those around her.
The walkabouts help. Sometimes it helps to just put some distance between her and other people, so she can be alone with her thoughts and recenter herself a bit. Sometimes she even sleeps easier after fresh air and quiet reflection. If it's the company of another living thing she's looking for, she'll slip down to the stable with some apples, or carrots, or peppermints and spend time with the horses. She's never tried riding any of them, and she probably never will. Just sometimes it's nice to be in the company of living things who don't look at you like you might turn them into bangers and mash if you get too frustrated, or too sad.
She's careful, of course. If she goes after dark, she's carrying a stake, a cross, and usually a small vial holy water as well. Six years in the company of the Slayer in Sunnydale, and too many close calls over the years have taught her it's better to be prepared than leave anything up to chance. She never expected the danger would be inside rather than out.
She's on edge as soon as she slips inside, softly closing the door behind her. She can't quite place her finger on why, but something in the familiar old building just doesn't feel right, like the quiet is somehow too quiet. She places her hand on the wall as she creeps along, and stops when she finds something sticky with her fingers. Blood. Quickly, she pulls her hand away from the wall and shakes it off.
She's frozen for a moment as she peers around in the darkness, eyes adjusting, and realizes there's more. A lot more. It's almost too dark to notice, and if her hand hadn't landed in some of it, she may never have realized it was there. "Oh, god," she whispers.
Then there's a scream, and without a second thought she dives into action, and runs up the stairs. It's an unmistakable, horrifying sound of someone dying. She's not sure who, but whatever is responsible, she's determined they won't have any other victims. Long gone are the days Willow runs from danger.
"Hey!" She puts as much force into her voice as she can - as though calling out a challenge to the unseen assailant, as she reaches the top of the stairs. She knows she has a few advantages. She's armed, she has her magic, and she's in familiar surroundings.
Rose (WoL OC) | FFXIV | OTA
Alphinaud | FFXIV | OTA
[Or are they?]
Kishin Asura ΦΦΦ Soul Eater
Asura just creeping around, wanting to enjoy toying with a victim. Babadook stye perhaps. Can end violently or with him being rejected due to truth and love and such. Can involve Asura possessing or corrupting a loved one.
Asura has become the voice in someone's head, driving them to kill- or if they're already a killer, to darker depths such as eating souls.
Mundane AU where he's simply a huge, scary man who is trying to kill another normal mortal.
Hisami Naoto | Escape Journey | OTA
Lucy | Elfen Lied | ota
Remilia Scarlet (aged up or not) | Touhou Project | OTA
David Rose / Schitt's Creek
danny "jed olsen" johnson; ghostface | dead by daylight | ota
prompts 1 and 4 would fit him very well, but open to other scenarios too! maybe your character's planning on making this ordinary and unassuming journalist named "Jed Olsen" their next victim? or they're fully aware of who's behind the Ghostface mask, and they're working together with / being mentored by / in a killer ( pun intended ) rivalry with him? victims also welcome so long as they're actively engaged / fighting back — otherwise it's going to be a very short thread.
any questions / discussions, please pm! ]
4 - what the Darkness Among Us trailer promised but didn't deliver on
At least he was fairly certain that he knew what to look out for; the last trial he'd seen the monster chasing them and the vision of its face - the mouth twisted, lower jaw disintegrating into a mess of rot and thick, yellow bile - would hardly leave his mind any time soon. He could feel his heart racing as he tried to keep an eye out for it, and heaved a sigh of relief when he spotted an unfamiliar, yet clearly human, figure instead.
Even so, he was careful not to call out too loudly.] Hey, over here.
let's do it!
Catch meat. Sacrifice meat. Appease the Entity.
He sighed. So: a trial. With only the clothes on his back to aid him, apparently. A dark and gloved ensemble, good for sneaking up on unsuspecting survivors—but minus the black, crimson-emblazoned rain cape he usually wore on top of it. And the glasses he used to wear as Jed Olsen too, the fake lenses doing nothing for him now except getting splattered with raindrops? Great. Leave it to their gracious host to show off its limited sense of humor in the most inconvenient ways.
He reached up to take the useless things off—but stilled when a voice cut through the fog-laden silence. Behind him. Close by. Unfamiliar. Danny thought quickly. Then, after arranging his face into a suitably startled expression, he turned around. ]
Oh—hello. [ though he kept his tone quiet, the surprise in it was genuine, because— ] I don't think we've met.
sorry for the wait!
No, I just arrived... or was abducted I suppose. I'm Felix.
[He kept his voice low as well, peering around them with a nervousness as though expecting something to burst out at them from the trees at a moment's notice. Which wasn't outside the realm of possibility.]
There's a thing that's hunting us here, it's fast. I think it arrived when I did.
no worries!
Well, he could think more on that later. Danny nodded, wrapping his arms around himself as if cold ( which, with nothing to keep the rain from soaking into his clothes, was fast becoming truth ), and walked over to Felix. ]
I'm— [ Jed, he almost said but reconsidered, masking the pause with a glance over his shoulder as if some noise in the distance had grabbed his attention. ] James. You can call me Jim. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but uh. Under the circumstances—
[ a quick, nervous smile—even though what he really wanted to do was laugh at how easily this persona came back to him after so long of not using it. ]
We should go find a generator.
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There's one just over here.
[As they started walking, he glanced at Jim again, taking in the rain that was quickly soaking into the other man's dark shirt and how he wrapped his arms around himself to try to shield from the cold. It only took a moment for Felix to tug off his blazer, leaving him in his shirt and vest, and offered it to Jim.]
Here, can't have you freezing to death before the killer finds us.
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He blinked when Felix held out his blazer. Most survivors were generous with any items they brought into or found in a trial, he'd noticed, but that tended not to include personal possessions like clothing. Not that any of it really protected them from the weapons of the ones hunting them, but they probably preferred the illusion of defense to none at all. ]
I—thank you. [ he put it on. A pleasant and woodsy scent wafted up to him. Cologne? His fingers lingered on the lapels, gripping them loosely as he resisted the urge to bury his nose in the material—which was also a much higher quality than what he usually saw survivors wearing. ] Let's get through this quickly so you don't either.
[ approaching the generator, Danny paused, then knelt before a panel pried open to reveal a tangle of wires. He stared at it. Despite all the time he spent stalking the survivors as they repaired these things, he had no idea how to do it himself. But then again, it's not like he actually wanted the trial to progress. Not until he's satisfied his curiosity about Felix to the fullest.
Breathing out an almost inaudible sigh, he got to "work." Sparks arced immediately between the first pair of wires he connected, a sharp zap that bit even through the leather of his gloves. He winced, hands flying up to try and shield his face as the generator backfired. No need to fake that reaction. ]
—Sorry. I'm still getting used to this too. [ as if composing himself, he sighed again before taking up another set of wires. ] This is—the fifth, I think?—trial I've been in, and each of them was different from the last. I've been chased by men in masks, some... some kind of animal with a mouth full of teeth that leaps at you...
[ he glanced at Felix. ]
Is that the thing you were talking about?
Dr. Moira MacTaggert | Marvel 616 | OTA
Felix Richter | Dead by Daylight
grace le domas | ready or not
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