Fandom Into the Fog (A Silent Hill inspired RP) | IC

[Aeris]

Cape Fear.
A town once loved and cherished by its inhabitants now sits abandoned on the coast of Maine. The fog that used to settle on the coast has now settled over the town itself for unknown reasons. Should you decide to pass through Cape Fear, you'll find the fog never truly goes away. Even on the sunniest of days, the town has an uneasy feeling to it. Many have contributed this to the history that surrounds the town. Like Salem, they believe it to be cursed by dark magic. You could even go as far as to guess it's the very same dark magic that has led people there on false promises and hopes.
Upon entering the town, you'll find it quiet, aside from the occasional settling of buildings. The buildings themselves have seen better days. Glass windows have been shattered by rowdy teens over the years, and the insides are littered with rubbish and covered in graffiti. The roads that wind through town are in no better condition. If you chose to walk around- not that most people do, please keep in mind the areas of the road that have long since collapsed from years of neglect.
You may notice, upon entering Cape Fear, that the promises written in your letter were mostly empty. Though, the town has most definitely shifted to play into your illusions just a bit longer. No matter what you have been promised, you will be led into the center of the town. Do not worry if you're the first or last person to arrive, I assure you the town does not care either way.
It won't take very long, of course, to realize something is wrong with Cape Fear. Once the illusions crumble you'll find yourself unable to leave, not until you figure out what the town could possibly want with someone like you. Do not worry, however, as you are not alone. Whether you choose to face your past alone or with others, Cape Fear does not care. Just like it does not care if you succumb to madness or escape. Fate is entirely up to you the moment you step foot in this cursed place.
Welcome to Cape Fear.
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Welcome to Cape Fear
Gwen looks apprehensively from the sign to the letter in her hand. She'd been traveling for far too long to possibly end up at the wrong location. She turned the aged paper over in her hands as she double-checked the contents of the letter. Only when she was positive she was in the right location did she fully commit to entering the town. The fog was the first thing she noticed upon crossing into town. It was almost unsettling how it seemed to get thicker the further she went in, though it didn't stop her from turning around right away. Gwen carefully picked her way through the streets until she found what she assumed to be the university in question. Once upon a time, the brick building that towered before her must have been beautiful. Of course, time had taken its toll as parts of the building appeared to be falling apart. Gwen paid no mind of course, as she suspected as such from a historical town.

Though the fog had thickened, Gwen could see the majority of what she assumed to be the campus. Through the fog, she could make out the silhouettes of other college students. It appeared to be quite a popular college, though it was one she had never heard of before the letter arrived. Gwen had found it odd she didn't remember applying to Cape Fear University, she hadn't planned on attending school in the states originally. But of course, she had probably applied late in the night, and anyway, she wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to experience college life on her own. Her grandparents had been more than happy to be rid of such an unfortunate kid, though they would never have told her to her face. Gwen was sure they would forget her existence entirely in a few months' time, just as they had her siblings after a while. Gwen pushed the memories to the back of her head. Now wasn't the time for such things, not when she came here to get away from the past. Shoving the letter into her bag, Gwen crossed the street and into the main building.

Upon entering the building did she finally realize something was wrong. Unlike the outside, the inside was in disarray. The front desk was empty, with not a soul in sight.

"Hello?" Gwen's voice echoed off the empty walls. She stepped further into the building as she called out again but was ultimately left with no reply. She pulled the letter out once again to double-check. She was in the right place she had thought. There were no other Cape Fears on the coast of Maine as far as she was aware.

Had it been a prank? Her heart sank at such an awful thought. But who could have possibly pulled such a prank? Definitely not any of her friends she hoped. Of course, with how her luck usually went she wouldn't be surprised if it ended up being one of them. Though it felt a bit much to get her to leave Canada entirely.

A noise to her left interrupted any further thoughts. Gwen pocketed the letter once again before heading in the direction of the noise. "Hello?" She tried again, though she was left with silence. As she got closer she couldn't help but feel uneasy. Something wasn't right about this. Her thoughts went back to her family. They wouldn't care if she went missing, she was just an unhappy memory of that dreadful day. And her friends, as lovely as they were, wouldn't pay much mind to their messages going unanswered. She would simply fade from everyone's memories should she vanish. Gwen paused as her hand hovered over the doorknob. Did she want to figure out what the noise was? It was very clear this building was abandoned, any noise should be a red flag.

Right.

Gwen stepped back from the door just as the shuffling stopped. She didn't want to know what was on the other side, not while she was clearly alone. Her family may not care if she came home or not but Gwen had no intention of being a missing person headline just yet. She was just about to exit the building when a bloodcurdling scream rang out from behind the door she had been about to open. Gwen froze in horror. The screams were too familiar, they shouldn't be here. It was impossible.

And yet...

The doorknob turned slowly until it clicked. A voice called out from the other side. "Gwen? Please help us."

Nonononono

It was impossible- that voice shouldn't exist anymore. Why did it sound just like Elliot? The door had begun opening, though Gwen was long gone by the time whatever it was stepped into the main room. Gwen ran through the fog, her lungs burning in protest. This had to be a sick joke, there was no other explanation. Why had she heard Elliot's voice calling for help?

She ran for what felt like miles, trying her best to trace her steps back to the entrance. No matter where she turned she ended up back in front of the brick building. The silhouettes from before were long gone, now replaced with the outlines of road signs and street lamps. "Hello?!" Gwen called out once again. She refused to believe she was the only person here, there had to be more people.

Only there was still no reply.

Gwen took a moment to collect her thoughts, surely there was a logical explanation to all of this. She was going to get out of this godforsaken town if it was the last thing she did.

Gwen Kingsley

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[Pipsqueak]

Emma,

I couldn't find a better way to explain this to you. I think I understand what you mean about mom- she's psycho. There's a little town not far from us, a place called Cape Fear. Meet me there and I'll explain more. We need to get away from home. We can live here, just the two of us. Please come find me.

-Anna

She'd read over the letter once more, tracing the neat script her sister so often practiced with a gentle finger. Every word sounded exactly like Anna- she could practically hear her sister's voice through the page. Emma had taken every precaution before she had made up her mind. It hadn't been even three hours ago when she had awoken to grab the mail. She'd combed through each envelope with little interest, finding bills and junk mail- typical things that did nothing to pique her interest. That was, until she saw her name on the back of one of the white sheets. It had made her pause with excitement for just a moment. She NEVER received mail! She'd rushed inside, tearing open the delicate paper with too much excitement, only to be met with this. Emma had first gone to check her sister's room, surprised to find it empty. Then, she had called and texted Anna, even now with no reply. It had come to her attention that her sister's little red Prius was still parked out in front of the house, leading to the next possible conclusion- Anna was playing a stupid prank.

The girls had only been out of town once with their mother, and that was only for their mother's sake. Some business meeting something or other, before she'd found a proper babysitter a few months after the twin's 8th birthday. Emma couldn't remember much, but she knew wherever they had gone it certainly wasn't to a place with such a daunting name as this. Of course, someone with intent on running would logically pick some dinky unknown town to hide. The pros and cons of coming to Cape Fear had weighed heavily in her mind that morning. She could come to town on the hopes that her sister had actually come to her senses. On the other hand, Emma would look like a complete fool if this were just a prank. But wasn't this what she'd always wanted? Even in Emma's logical mind, the words seemed to lean into her desires with little resistance. It couldn't hurt to at least look... could it?

So, with a panicked decision and many frantic tears, Emma had found her way into Cape Fear. Even as she walked the fog covered streets, her mind raced with indecision. This had been a stupid idea... Of course Anna wasn't here! In fact, it seemed nobody was here. She'd walked a good thirty minutes at least, yet there were no sign of cars or people or anything, really. Not even the normal sounds of chirping birds or cheerful hellos floated around, making the town that much more uninviting. She might not be close with Anna anymore, but Emma knew this was not her sister's style. However, another look at the note solidified any doubts that kept creeping back up. Somehow the letter kept her pushing forward into the depths of white.

No buildings really stood out to her as she walked. Most were abandoned- she'd seen ones like these on the outskirts of her hometown. The sights reminded Emma of the local legends about those abandoned structures, and it was difficult to differentiate between them and the ones she now meandered through. Every hesitant glance was a great trick of the mind. Was that movement? No, just a tree. Oh, but hadn't that been the sound of someone creeping up behind her?

'Shut up Emma. You're being stupid. Your sister wouldn't put you in danger, there's nothing to be scared of! There's nothing...' For a brief and hysterical moment, she wondered if the place had been given its name before or after it had become a ghost town. If anything, this was a good spot to be on the run.

"Anna? Is that you?" Emma winced at her squeaky voice playing against the silence.

"I wish you would've been a little more specific in your letter... I am not searching through all of these buildings!" Was that laughter? Yes, it must have been. When there was quiet, everything was easier to pinpoint. Instead of feeling fear as she had been expecting, annoyance instead reared its head. This was a prank after all. Anna was laughing at her hesitance and confusion.

"This isn't fucking funny! Quit messing around and come here!" This time no reply came.

"I'm not scared, if that's what you're thinking!" Emma hesitantly began in the direction she had thought the laugh had come from. Hardly blinking, she squinted through the fog, desperate to catch a glimpse of any sort of life. Even though she'd been searching for evidence of her sister, certain she was nearby, the shadow still made her freeze in terror. A great looming being towered over her, ready to sink its teeth into her flesh and rip and slice until she was nothing but a skeleton!

A piercing scream tore through her, and only until she had dropped to her knees that she realized the huge silhouette had only belonged to a nearby building. A shaky, uncertain laugh escaped, but the hot sting of tears still welled in her dark eyes. Gods, she should have never come here...

 

[CaptainSully]

FIREFIGHTER

I came here on a fools dream to see you again and to hear your voice

but where are you?

find me

I feel safer in the darkness

play me

— do it

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With one turn of the key the rumble of the trucks engine disappeared into nothingness. Gone was its heavy roar and all that remained was the soft sound of a light breeze washing over the gas guzzling beast. Gaz looked out of the vehicles windows to see only the outlines of buildings, the fog that settled over the town far too thick to pick out any major details. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it to reveal the letter that had brought him all this way.

His eyes scanned over the handwritten note, unsure how his long dead wife could have ever sent it to him. He thought it had to be some sort of cruel joke, he had buried her himself, but what if it wasn't?

"It's got to be her…it's her writing…" he mumbled out loud.

He didn't know if he was trying to convince himself or whether he truly believed it was from Sherry. She always used to leave him little notes and letters, it was one of her unique quirks and one of the things he most loved about her. A tough day in work would fade away with one of her lovingly crafted letters.

Gaz let out a deep breath as he exited his truck, emerging out into the almost claustrophobic fog. He could barely make out the buildings on the other side of the street and both ends of the street disappeared into the grayness of the mist. He turned to the building nearest him, the sign above the door was caked in dirt and grime but from its design he could only assume it was some sort of old style diner.

He crossed the sidewalk and approached the glass paneled door. Through the glass he could make out a classic 1950s decor and without hesitation pushed the door open. There was a long creak as it opened, the door seemingly pushing back against him as he tried to open it. When he stepped inside the first thing to hit him was the smell of stale air, as if nobody had opened a window in decades.

He cast his eyes around the place and it was a strong contrast to the state of the outside. The tables were clean and fully stocked with whatever a patron would need. There was a soft hum of music from the other side of the diner, a glowing jukebox playing some classic songs from a bygone era. His eyes then caught a glimpse of an old lady wearing an apron standing behind the counter. She greeted him with a warm smile and gestured over to Gaz.

"Hi there! Come over and take a seat!" She said with a toothy grin. "What can I get for ya?"

Gaz froze for a moment, he hadn't seen her when he walked in but just put it down to tiredness from the long drive. He approached the stool in front of the waitress and sat on it, greeting his host with a smile of his own.

"Hello," he said. "Any chance I could get a pot of tea and a bacon sandwich?"

The old lady laughed heartily.

"Seems we have a foreigner here in little ol' Cape Fear. What brings you all the way out here? You're a far way from home."

Gaz gave a wry smile, his blatant accent giving away his non-native status to the country he now called home.

"Yeah yeah," he replied, humouring the waitress. "I'm just here looking for someone, it's been a while so I'm just hoping we can catch up."

The old lady presented Gaz with his ordered, placing it down in front of him.

"Well deary, there ain't too many people left here so if ya want to find them, I don't think you'll need to look too hard."

Gaz paused for a moment, looking at the plate in front of him. 'How did she make this so quick?' he thought to himself. He shrugged it off and began to eat while the waitress continued talking.

"We don't have many people pass through here but those that do…they tend to stick around."

The music from the jukebox droned for a moment, twisting and distorting. It filled Gaz with unease as he felt a strange sensation wash over him. As soon as the music returned to normal, he returned his focus to the smiling waitress.

"Do you think you want to stick around here Mr Gascoigne?" she questioned, her smile turning sinister in an instant. Her brows furrowed and her eyes turned inward.

Gaz pushed himself backwards, his stool sliding over the tiled floor. The music began to grow in volume and its distortion in intensity. The hairs on Gaz's neck stood on end and a freakish chill rushed down his back relentlessly. Before him the old waitress slammed her hands forcefully down onto the counter. Her head twisted around at an unnatural angle while her legs flipped upwards and over, landing in front of her hands.

Gaz fell from his stool and began to scramble towards the door. His feet slipped on the tiled floor, the once clean surface was covered in debris. The pristine walls he has seen when entering began to peel away to reveal the true face of the diner. A dirty, grime ridden, abandoned building that was home to a twisted monstrosity. While the false reality faded away, the twisted music only grew louder. The deformed waitress scurried across the top of the counter before leaping onto the floor towards Gaz like a monstrous predator.

The waitress gripped hold of both of his ankles, squeezing so tight that he yelled out in pain. She dragged him across the debris covered floor, shards of broken plates and glass stabbing through his thick coat and into his back. He managed to jostle one leg free and with a firm kick to the waitress' face, he freed himself.

He scampered to his feet and rushed straight for the door. Even with the music's volume increasing with every passing second, he could still hear the scurrying steps of his tormentor. He reached the door in a few more steps and yanked it open with such force that it slammed against the wall. Whatever resistance he had faced when he entered had since gone. He rushed out into the street before turning back to the diner. The first thought in his head was silence. The music had stopped and there was no sign of the waitress. He slowly approached the door and even from a distance could see that it was completely empty.

"What the hell is going on?!" He mumbled to himself.

He put his hands on his hips and took a few deep breaths to compose himself. He looked back at his truck and made his decision.

"Fuck this…" he said out loud.

He broke into a run and rushed back into the driver's seat. In one swift motion he put his key in the ignition and turned it. Silence.

"What the fuck?!" He muttered.

He turned the key again…and again…and again…but nothing happened. There was no noise, not even the truck attempting to start. It was completely dead and the realisation set in that he was stuck. He slammed the palms of his hands against the steering wheel multiple times in frustration, yelling a string of obscenities until he began to calm down.

"This really seems like a great place to be stuck," he said sarcastically. He breathed deeply and once again left the safety of his truck. He moved to the flatbed behind his cab and rustled around before taking hold of a familiar handle. In his hands he raised his splitting maul, a large tool with a dual use head. One side for log splitting and the other a sledgehammer. It was useful for his day to day handyman work and after what he just experienced, he hoped it would be useful in whatever was to come next. He turned away from his truck and into fog, slinging his maul over his shoulder. He began to walk steadily, unsure what was waiting for him…he just knew it wouldn't be good.

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[Trektek]

It was just another day in the skies on Flight 189.

A man had just spilled his drink over himself after a brief bout of turbulence. But not to worry because Cora Bailey was on the case. After grabbing a handful of white small, thin and fragile napkins, she calmly walked back to the man who had been cursing up and down to the skies about the bumps. There was even a bad word or two about the pilot under his grumblings about the very turbulence that caused him to spill his drink on himself.

"Here you are sir. Some napkins to help clean yourself up. And if you are worried about staining your nice suit, there is water in the bathroom located at the back of the plane."

The man grumbled a thank you before unbuckling himself and stomping off to the back of the plane.

Cora gave a nice smile as she always did. It was her job to be kind, even when the people around her were not.

The plane rocked once more, a sign of more turbulence to come, no doubt as the seat belt light popped on with a ding, followed by the sounds of clicking seatbelts as most people followed the instructions laid out by the Captain.

The Captain's voice popped up onto the loudspeaker telling everyone that there was going to be a large amount of turbulence as they were flying through a large cloud.

Nothing too unusual there. That sort of thing happened all the time. She was familiar with such things on the many, many flights that she had been apart of. But something felt off. Something felt wrong.

The plane started rocking more and more. It moved in all kinds of directions that planes did not usually fly in.

People began to hold onto things as Cora started to make her way to the back where she could sit down and put her own seatbelts on, attempting to comfort people as she went. That was when the plane went into freefall causing Cora to go flying backwards with screams all around her. The only thing that brought solace was a heavy piece of luggage slamming into her bringing sweet relief.

The sound of twisting metal and screams fille her mind, even in the darkness.

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Cora bolted upright in bed, covered in cold sweat. Another nightmare. But at least her mind was kind enough to change events so she saw less. At least this time. Other nights, she wasn't so lucky. She could almost taste the copper of the blood in her mouth as she smelled the death all around her. She shook those thoughts from her head as she threw herself into a shower, not even waiting for it to fully heat up before doing so.

The cold water washing away her cold sweat and taking away the thoughts of the darkness that surround her every night. She just couldn't seem to get away and it was alienating herself from her friends and family. She didn't know what to do.

After drying herself off, getting dressed and tying her long hair into a ponytail, she scarfed down a breakfast of waffles with Bannas and strawberries, washing it down with some orange juice.

Her life was a wreck. But she was trying to get better. She was seeing a therapist. But it wasn't doing enough. Although maybe it was. It was hard to say from this end.

Cora sighed as she started to look through her current mail. Bills, bills, and more bills. Will it ever end? But then she saw a hand written letter from her therapist. That was odd. Usually her therapist sent her a text or a call.

Opening up the letter, a ticket popped out, dropping to the floor. She absentmindedly picked the ticket up as she read the letter.

It said that this was an opportunity to get away to the Town of Cape Fear, a lovely little resort town (Don't Mind The Name). Enclosed was a ticket to the resort for a full week of luxury relaxation and pampering.

Wow. This was amazing. Maybe. Maybe this was just what she needed. Yeah. Just what she needed to help get her life back on track. And even if it wasn't, at least she was getting away.

Without much more thought, she gathered up her belongings and clothes for the trip, plopped it into her car and started th drive.

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On the radio was a jaunty tune that Cora was tapping her fingers to the beat. After hours of driving, she was just about there. As she passed the welcome sign to the town, a roar of a passenger flight could be heard overhead.

Instinctually through fear, Cora ducked, even while in her car. The roar of the engine sounded far too close. It shouldn't be that close to the ground. When she looked at the town, there wasn't an airfield or an airport here.

What was going on?

All of a sudden her fears were starting to creep up. Going to a place called Cape Fear? What was she thinking?

Pulling her car over, she popped a Xanex as her breathing started to get erratic. She was feeling a panic attack coming on and so she cut it off at the pass. The Placebo effect began and she was already calmed even though the Xanex barely had time to course through her systems. But what mattered was that she had taken it.

She started her car up again and began to travel through the town. Something looked off, but by now the Xanex was actually starting to take effect and she wasn't too worried about the dilapidated buildings. What mattered to her was getting to the resort.

But she kept running into closed off streets that were "under construction". How could you have so much of the town under construction. How would people get around? It was a strange series of thoughts, but to her in her current state, she wasn't too worried.

She just wanted to get to that resort. But now it seemed that she had gotten all turned around and lost with all these road closings. As she was nearing the town center, perhaps she could stop and ask for directions.

Cora found a parking spot and parked her small blue sedan before beginning to walk towards the full center.

Fog seemed to have rolled in and she saw what looked like the silhouettes of people up ahead. "Excuse me. Does someone know how to get to the resort?"

 

[Aeris]

Cape Fear, having successfully lured its victims, has slowly begun to drop its facade. What magic makes the town shift in appearances is a mystery, such is a mystery how it gets into its victims' subconscious. As the unlucky few who have found themselves trapped try to escape they will find that no matter how much they retrace their steps the entrance has seemingly vanished without a trace.
Instead, the town shifts until the group are led to the center of town. In the center, they will find a clock tower built back in the town's early days. The bricks red has faded over the years and bits have eroded away. The time itself is stuck at 5:55 and has been for a while now.
The pavement is cracked from years of weathering and the street lamps have long since gone out. The only source of light at night is the moonlight, save for the new moons when the town is shrouded in darkness.
By now the sun has begun to set, but thankfully the group is spared by the light of a full moon, which gives the foggy town an eery glow.
Upon arriving at the center, the group will meet, much to Cape Fears' delight. It will be then they decide whether they will work together to get out or whether they will go off on their own once again, though I would strongly advise against that choice.
Monsters have already begun to take form, some from the subconscious of the victims while others are related to the town itself.
Whether they know it or not, the real challenge has begun.
Can you survive Cape Fear?

 

[CaptainSully]

FIREFIGHTER

I came here on a fools dream to see you again and to hear your voice

but where are you?

find me

I feel safer in the darkness

play me

— do it

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After the events of the diner Rob wanted to get out of the town as fast as he could. Almost every fibre of his being was pulling him away, but his heart made him stay. If there was any chance that his one true love was alive, he had to stay and find out.

The fog of the high street was thick, obstructing his view to only a few metres before him. He rested his makeshift weapon against his shoulder as he walked, to take some of the weight from his arms. The splitting maul was heavy and fairly unwieldy but it would do a number on most people if they were to be caught by it but after the waitress in the diner, he wasn't too sure what good it'd do if there was anything else like her.

As he walked the colour of the fog changes, first turning a firey red as the sun began to set. It put him on edge, feeling as if it was a taunt sent directly at him. The glow was like flames lighting up a smoke filled corridor and it put him right back into the night he wanted to forget. It didnt take long for the fire to fade, making way for a ghostly glow as the full moon in the sky shone it's bright rays down over Cape Fear.

Eventually Gaz found himself in a fairly large clearing, he couldn't make out a vast amount beyond the faint silhouette of what he could only assume was a clock tower. He deduced that has found his way to the centre of town, it was where most clock towers resided after all, yet there was still no sign of life. On the plus side, that meant there was no sign of monsters either.

He crossed the road and headed towards the clock tower, its face slowly coming into view. He stopped to stare for a moment, realising that it had stopped at 5:55 exactly, a time not close to the present.

"What is going on with this place?" He thought to himself, before the sound of footsteps caught his attention. He turned around and took hold of his weapon two handed to find himself faced with a other human...at least he hoped they were. His grip tightened, his knuckles turning white.

"Are you human?!" He asked hurriedly. "Answer me quickly, I'm not taking any chances!"

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[Aeris]

She needed to get out of this hellhole and fast. But no matter how many roads Gwen Kingsley took she always ended up back at the clocktower. The young woman glared at the building as moonlight bounced off the glass facing, giving the old building a halo of sorts.

Still, she turned on her heels, marching down a street she had not yet tried. The sun had long since set and had it not been for the moon, she would have been wandering through the darkness. Gwen rounded a corner, grateful to come across a park- something she had not yet seen since coming here.

"Hello?" Gwen wasn't exactly sure she wanted an answer anymore, not after what she had experienced, but it was worth a try anyway. To her joy, the only reply was the squeaking of a rusty swing set. She carefully walked around the playground, being sure to check for any signs of life. As expected though she found nothing. This town was truly nothing more than a ghost town.

Her joy was soon replaced with fear by the rustling of nearby bushes. The hairs on her arms stood up as Gwen backed up to the far end of the playground. "Hello?" She tried once more but was met with the same silent reply.

Gwen looked around the playground frantically. There had to be something here to defend herself with, she refused to believe there wasn't. Finally, the young woman's eyes landed on a baseball bat just a few feet away from the swing set. Gwen lunged for the weapon before turning to face whatever was moving around the shrubs. To her absolute horror, the thing in question was facing her.

Grotesque was the first word that came to her mind, though she still felt that was putting it lightly. The creature before her had their faces, the faces she had spent years trying to forget. Blood pooled from wounds that covered the thing's skin, creating a puddle at its feet.

"Gwen...help us." Tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes as they spoke in unison. She wanted to help them so badly, it was her job to make sure they were safe and she failed them. And now this creature mocked her failure in a way she had only dreamed up.

"Please go away. Please." Gwen pleaded with the creature as it inched towards her. What happened next Gwen was sure would be engrained in her brain for the rest of her life. The amalgamation of her siblings lunged at her, letting out an ungodly scream in the process. Gwen had just barely dodged the attack. She turned back to the monster as it made its way toward her once again. She didn't want to do this, she really didn't want to do this. But Gwen knew if it was kept alive it would just chase her- as if not being able to leave this place was bad enough.

Gwen raised the bat above her head before striking the monster. Blood sprayed her clean clothes and she was almost positive the fluid had gotten in her hair as well. Gwen struck the creature over and over until it lay before her unmoving.

"Oh god..." Gwen swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up. She moved to examine the creature more closely but was stopped short by another rustle.

Absolutely not.

Not wanting to find out what the hell was going to face her next, Gwen took off down the sidewalk all the while clutching the bat to her chest. She almost wasn't surprised when the glow of the clock tower was once again looming over her.

This time was different though.

Gwen's head snapped toward the sound of a voice just a few feet from her. She could only see his silhouette through the fog, but there was no mistaking the weapon he was more than prepared to strike her with should she not respond.

"Yes," She held her arms above her head, "Dear gods yes, I'm human." A feeling of giddiness bubbled inside her. Sure, she was one wrong answer away from getting her head bashed in. But there was actually someone else here. She wasn't alone.

Gwen Kingsley

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[Pipsqueak]

The wind still creaked between tree boughs, loose paper continued fluttering around the abandoned streets, Emma's shoes still tapped eerily against the pavement, and she was finally beginning to tune these things out. Her gaze was intently focused on the road ahead of her; something had called to her. It was different than the strange laughter from before. This feeling of being pulled by an invisible rope- It was the same as that morning, when she had waged a mental war on coming to this cursed town or not. Ultimately something had convinced her to come here; perhaps it was Cape Fear itself. Now it was this disembodied voice... It had said her name.

"Anna? Is that you?" Her tone had drastically changed from the last time she'd spoken. She was quiet now, weary that perhaps something was following her; toying with her. A shiver was sent up her spine at the mere thought of what could be lurking behind these buildings. It was impossible not to think of anything else! She'd seen the scary movies; she knew what happened next once all of the characters were in the perfect position. Vulnerable, alone, scared, everything that she was feeling now. Emma had already thought about leaving five blocks ago when the sound of a trashcan being knocked over had sent her into hysterics. Surely Anna was playing a prank, there was no way her prissy sister would spend one second on these avenues. However, as much as she yearned to escape, she simply couldn't. That pull was too strong, and her mind was not sharp enough to cut the rope.

"Anna, please. I'm scared... I want to go home. If you're here, please just come out. I don't even care if you tell your friends about how much of a wimp I am, but I'm sick and tired of-" The next words were caught in her throat as her body was forcefully slammed against the road. Emma took a gasping breath as she desperately scrambled to see what had attacked her. It was a few moments of blurry shapes and dampened sounds before she could properly pull herself into a sitting position. Just a few feet away from her stood a massive, melded shape. It pulsed and groaned as it lumbered towards her, and as it emerged from the fog Emma screamed. Nothing could prepare her for a sight such as this- A figure that was bound with what looked like grey, bloated skin. Its mouth was obscured with the fleshy stuff, its eyes widened and hateful and unblinking. Tendrils of blond hair floated before its face (Or what Emma assumed as such) and waved with each step of its long, gangly appendages. There had never been anything so terrible in all the world, that much she was sure. As she stood in shock before it, what had appeared to be a mouthless creature opened its gaping jaw, ripping the flesh that covered it to ooze out black bile.

"Emmmaaaaaaaaaa!" Emma covered her ears as the shriek pierced the silence she had gotten used to. This was the thing that had called her!

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Finally her feet seemed to agree with what her mind wanted them to do, and she ran. She ran until her lungs burned, until the sight of that ungodly creature faded from her mind, and most importantly until she had reached the clocktower. She ran until once again her body was hit and she was knocked back onto the ground.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" The words held no safety, but it was the only thing Emma could think to say. That was, until she realized it wasn't a monster she had fallen into, but a girl.

"Huh? Y-you're not... I'm so sorry!" Covering her mouth with a shaky hand, Emma got up to help the redheaded girl.

"I didn't think anyone else was here, oh my gods I'm so happy to see you!" Without thinking, Emma wrapped her arms around the definite human girl.

"I was looking for my sister and... and there was this awful monster! It was huge, and it screamed and..." Tears began to burn her eyes once more, and she failed to see the other member of the forming group until he was near enough to touch.

"I'm Emma... do you guys live here?"

 

[Trektek]

The shadows in the fog started to come into proper view. They were certainly people, a very eclectic group that looked as though they had just wandered into the square just as she did. It was quite strange. Shouldn't there be more people around? Isn't this some kind of tourist town? She took a look over at the pamphlet again, just to be sure that something fishy wasn't going on. Because now it certainly seemed as such.

Cora scratched her head as she walked up to the others. Why, they seemed just as lost as she did, if not even more so.

Then the words that were being said actually hit into his mind. Are you human?

"O...of course I'm human. What kind of question is that? Everyone here is human. What else would we be?"

Cora seemed to lash out a bit with her words. Her confusion starting to bleed through even with the Xanax. She took a deep breath before continuing.

"Sorry about that, just a little stressed."

She turned towards Emma. "I'm definately not from around here, I'm actually looking for the Cape Fear Resort if any of you know how to get to it. The roads seemed blocked off and I can't seem to find the right way to go? LOts of construction around this town. Strange that its happening all at once. Usually they do it slowly so as to not ruin the flow of things......."

Cora trailed off as she spoke.

 

[Aeris]

For a brief moment, Gwen Kingsley was almost certain the man had indeed struck her. The baseball bat that had been clutched to her chest rolled across the pavement before stopping just inches away from one of the strangers. It would be a couple of seconds longer before Gwen had fully regained her bearings once again. She blinked up at the blonde girl before deciding it was okay to accept her outstretched hand.

"There's something wrong with this town." Gwen looked between the three strangers before her, "...I got a letter about attending a university but it's abandoned. And..." Her sentence dropped off as memories of the creature flashed in her mind. "...have you guys seen anything weird?" Gwen was almost scared to hear the answer. She didn't want to come off as unstable if she truly was the only one hallucinating these creatures. But she also wasn't sure she wanted confirmation they were real.

"I'm Gwen by the by." She wasn't quite sure it was smart to be introducing herself. For all she knew these people could be just another hallucination, she could very much so be talking to the air right now. The thought was almost comical, though, Gwen decided it would be a bit inappropriate to be laughing right now. The thought did bring a faint smile to her lips though. She turned to the other woman who had spoken, "I'm pretty sure this place is abandoned. You three are the only people I've seen since I got here." Could monsters masquerading as her dead siblings be considered people? A sick part of her wanted to say yes. Instead of giving the thought an answer though, she simply pushed it to the back of her mind.

Gwen Kingsley

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