Creepypasta Round Robin: Alcheme, WC, and TRR

[idolpro]

[The room that you find yourself in is dimly lit, tastefully adorned with decor in metal and stained glass. An ornate and overly large grandfather clock stands in shadow at the far end of the wall--while it is difficult to tell precisely what time it is, the tick of each second is surprisingly, distressingly loud.]

[A long, low table covered with with a black crushed velvet tablecloth houses an array of drinks, some spooky treats, eight serving dishes, and eight sets of silverware.]

[On a desk along the far wall, you will find a piece of parchment and a quill pen. The parchment reads only the following:]

"Witches don't exist!" My gran's words echoed around my head as the horrific visage stared at me through my bedroom window.

Comments

ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[iamverybadass]

A partnered game...? At least it's just story-telling this time.

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[irregular]

Looks like we gotta come up with something about a witch? Is this like an editorial or something

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[586]

[ scribbles down the following: ]

“I’m just not feeling well…” I murmured to myself as I took several steps back from the window, shuddering as I swear the haunting visage looked like an older and more decrepit version of grandpa. But, no, it couldn’t be him, he was sound asleep with gran in the next room over.

I took a seat on the bed and started counting back from ten to calm my nerves, but, once again, the knocking came on the window and the emaciated face of grandpa was staring me down; eyes hollow and mouth agape.

“W- What the fuck?!”

Re: ROUND 1 DISCUSSION

[irregular]

"HAVE A WERTHER'S ORIGINAL." he said

what I didn't know was the werthers original was cursed

ROUND 1 SUBMISSION

[idolpro]

Re: ROUND 1 SUBMISSION

[586]

"Witches don't exist!" My gran's words echoed around my head as the horrific visage stared at me through my bedroom window. The other children told me of warnings from their parents—the old witch of the forest, gnarled and skeletal, who would come to snatch children from their beds. I'd chosen to believe her when she told me they were just stories made up to scare my friends into behaving.

“I must not feeling well…” I murmured to myself as I took several steps back from the window, shuddering as I swear the haunting visage looked like an older and more decrepit version of grandpa. But, no, it couldn’t be him, he was sound asleep with gran in the next room over.

Taking a seat on the bed I started counting back from ten to calm my nerves, but, once again, the knocking came on the window and the emaciated face of grandpa was staring me down; eyes hollow and mouth agape. “W- What the fuck?!”

“I heard you couldn’t sleep.” A tap tap tap followed as I spotted the small candy in his mangled and, for some reason, bloodied hand. “Here, a Werther’s Original, I promise it'll help.”

ROUND 2

[idolpro]

[Abruptly, the clock begins to chime, reverberating much deeper than seems appropriate for the room.The writing on the parchment begins to fade, the letters searing dark into the paper before disappearing altogether. But soon enough, it is replaced with another line, waiting for the words to continue the tale…]

But they had not been in the woods, not really. They had been in the old gardening shed, full of ancient, rusty things, that boys mustn't touch.

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

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[586]

...hm. [ stares at the line. ] Looks like we have to steer the story in this direction now.

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[sunflowering]

[ And suddenly... there was a strange... crunch crunch crunch from beneath the table... ]

Re: DISCUSSION

[586]

I have this so far...

[ But they had not been in the woods, not really. They had been in the old gardening shed, full of ancient, rusty things, that boys mustn't touch.

I sucked on the hard candy left on the window sill as I felt a chill run up my spine. I tried to reassure myself, saying that the lightning is why grandpa looked like that, because otherwise… “No.” I shook my head as I stared down the shed doors. “I know I’m not supposed to go in here, but this is where he went…”

Setting my hand on the door I pushed it in, a flash of something running by in the darkness. “Ah!” I gasped, stumbling backward and straight into grandma; her long, skeletal nails digging into my shoulder as she lead me into the blood soaked shed. “I- I didn’t mean to come in here, I swear.” I squeaked, trying to push back against her, but she was surprisingly strong for a woman pushing 92.

Grandpa was crouched alongside a summoning circle with a single, smoking Werther’s Original at the center.

“Guys???" ]

We can obviously add or subtract whatever!

SUBMISSION

[idolpro]

Re: SUBMISSION

[586]

But they had not been in the woods, not really. They had been in the old gardening shed, full of ancient, rusty things, that boys mustn't touch.

As I approached the shed I felt a chill run up my spine. I tried to reassure myself, saying that the lightning is why grandpa looked like that, because otherwise… “No.” I shook my head as I stared down the shed doors. “I know I’m not supposed to go in here, but this is where he went…”

Setting my hand on the door I pushed it in, a flash of something running by in the darkness. “Ah!” I gasped, stumbling backward and straight into grandma; her long, skeletal nails digging into my shoulder as she lead me into the blood soaked shed. “I- I didn’t mean to come in here, I swear.” I squeaked, trying to push back against her, but she was surprisingly strong for a woman pushing 92.

Grandpa was crouched alongside a summoning circle with a single, smoking Werther’s Original at the center.

“Guys???”

"You need to eat, Playername-kun," Grandma said, carefully plucking the diabolical Werther's from its resting place. "You're a growing boy."

ROUND 3

[idolpro]

[Abruptly, the clock begins to chime, reverberating much deeper than seems appropriate for the room. The writing on the parchment begins to fade, the letters searing dark into the paper before disappearing altogether. But soon enough, it is replaced with another line, waiting for the words to continue the tale...]

And then I took out a knife and stabbed him. Food allergies are serious and this man cannot be trusted!!

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

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[iamverybadass]

...Seriously?

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[586]

[ ROFLCOPTER. ]

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[sunflowering]

Goodbye, Grandpa...

SUBMISSION

[idolpro]

Re: SUBMISSION

[iamverybadass]

And then I took out a knife and stabbed him. Food allergies are serious and this man cannot be trusted!! Grandpa—my real grandpa knows that I break out in hives whenever I have Werther's! I knew I'd been right to trust my friends over grandma. They couldn't have all been wrong...

There came a piercing shriek as the blade sank deep into my grandpa's chest, and my grandma dug her sharp nails (too sharp) deep into my shoulder as she ripped me away from him, sending me hurtling into the debris piled in the back of the shed. I could hear his wet gasps rattling in his throat while Grandma...reached for the Werther's...

She slipped the candy between his lips, murmuring what sounded like gibberish under her breath and holding his mouth shut tightly. His milky eyes brightened strangely, and the rattle in his breath faded. Together, they turned to smile sharply at me.

FINAL ROUND

[idolpro]

[Abruptly, the clock begins to chime, reverberating much deeper than seems appropriate for the room. The writing on the parchment begins to fade, the letters searing dark into the paper before disappearing altogether. But soon enough, it is replaced with another line, waiting for the words to continue the tale.

"Grow on this. Let's rock!" He declared before he pulled the trigger.

Somehow, the handwriting seems more urgent. You get the feeling that it is time for the story to come to its thrilling conclusion...]

DISCUSSION

[idolpro]

SUBMISSION

[idolpro]

[idolpro]

[Abruptly, the clock begins to chime. Twelve times the bell tolls, then a thirteenth--after that, the clock goes silent as the grave, and the lights flicker out.

With a loud creak, a previously unnoticed--or perhaps previously non-existent--door cracks open, the wedge of light bidding you enter.]