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The United States of America
Pacific Northwest
Idaho
Gloom's Grove
Population: 6230
Friday
[19:43]

Two pale orbs burn in the rich dusk sky. Low hanging clouds spill their slate grey guts over jagged razors as a deep and hollow wind howls down from the north easternmost peaks of the Bitterroot Mountains. The steep rock faces that carve a border between the gem state and treasure state. Ready to rend limb from body, chip stones and smash bones. Pines and Firs sway and bow threatening to snap as the autumn gusts bring with it the whispers of encroaching winter and the amber leaves of fleeting life. The aforementioned speckles of life tip toe below the canopy as the last bands of light slip below the rugged ridgeline, shivers surely tracing the nerves of vertebrates and the invertebrates alike as the nightlife came out. But some light remains, distant glinting promises of false safety and hope. The Township of Gloom's Grove.

You raise your hands to your mouth, one shielding the worn zippo from the chilly breeze. The scuffed silver lighter once belonged to your uncle, you found it when you were cleaning out his old apartment. You remember the way the smell lingered in the carpet and curtains, eyes avoiding the grim stains you took the few meager possessions and left, it wasn't like he would be using it anymore. The chilling memories cut through your battered parka and make you mumble in surprise. "Fucking hell." The warmth of the cigarette catching tries hard to fight off the grasp of old man winter as it fills your lungs. It didn't do much to save your fingers and toes. You compromise by hiding your digits under your armpits while watching the violet skyline. It was beautiful yet deceiving, burnished by what remained of the setting sun as all that was hopeful rested under the sun. An old woman had told you once. The moon brought with it cold and lecherous times. Unfortunately for you, only the prior was on your current agenda.

Your boot tests the worn tyres of your beat up Honda civic. The car was producing a steady rumbling, all the while you prayed the vehicle would keep on idling. The battery needed to warm up, the damn thing had cut out on you twice this week already and you were far from willing to spend another night sleeping in it. After a few minutes pass you feel comfortable turning the heating dial up and closing the door. It took a hot minute to get the warm air flowing.
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>>5362311
You never thought you could end up back in Ole Gloom's Grove. The place of your unceremonious birth. You stand out like a sore thumb, but the locals had their own way of making you feel at home. Even if none of them particularly remember your brief stay. You just focus on keeping your head down the best you can, but every yokel with an eyeball has been asking "Just who exactly is the newcomer in town?"

>THAT BOY'S GOT THE DEVIL IN HIM.
Your past haunts you, however a generous helping of whiskey and the two trusty GP100s in your glove compartment and copious amounts of hours shooting them ensure you are ready for any skeletons that come tumbling out of the closet...

>A BOY'S BEST FRIEND IS HIS MOTHER.
It is hard being new in town, sometimes your brothers help out when they can. But you know you can always rely on your mother to do her best when you really need help. No matter what. It was that same overbearing nature that kept you away for so long...

>HE HAS HIS FATHER’S EYES.
There has always been something hanging over you, just waiting to drop. A sword with your own name on it. You catch strangers staring, animals cowering and even the very sun seems to avoid touching your skin. You've seen things that are hard to explain, things that were surely the product of an overworked mind. A lesser man might be driven insane by the oddities you were accustomed to...
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>>5362313
>HE HAS HIS FATHER’S EYES.

Looks promising, OP!
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>>5362313
>A BOY'S BEST FRIEND IS HIS MOTHER.
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>>5362313
>HE HAS HIS FATHER’S EYES.
I wanna pick the DEVIL option but in the interest of avoiding a 3 way tie I'll go with this. Curious to see where this will go.
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>HE HAS HIS FATHER’S EYES
This could very well be the devil option
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>>5362313
>A BOY'S BEST FRIEND IS HIS MOTHER
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>>5362313
>THAT BOY'S GOT THE DEVIL IN HIM.
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>>5362313
>A BOY'S BEST FRIEND IS HIS MOTHER.
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>>5362313
>HE HAS HIS FATHER’S EYES.
This seems like it has the most potential.
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>>5362399
>>5362430
>>5362462
>>5362473
>>5362483
>>5362506
>>5362510
4
>HE HAS HIS FATHER’S EYES.
3
>A BOY'S BEST FRIEND IS HIS MOTHER.
1
>THAT BOY'S GOT THE DEVIL IN HIM.

[19:45]

The Bannersmith apartment complex was mostly a collection of crowded bungalows and a few sun bleached trailers on the edge of town. The residents would leave even the reddest of necks sheepish, but you avoided trouble by simply spending your time at work or sleeping. Strangely enough the birds were still singing, in the nearest tree a melancholy tune chirps out. The town throbs with warm golden light, a pulsing beacon in the night to the lost and weary. The Friday night bustle serenades you as you wait for your co-worker to arrive. Flicking the smoldering stub of your cig off into the night, you watch embers scatter across the asphalt parking lot. The windows of the civic are foggy with condensation, eager to escape the cold you slip into the driver's seat.

The sauna inside makes your chilly fingers ache, your white flesh flushing red. Through the windshield you can make out other residents getting ready for a night out on the town. You could do with a drink right about now, you already yearn for another smoke. Working late hours always seems to spring up the addictive edges of your personality. You thank God you had never become a gambler, let alone a gacha addict. He saw it fit to only bless you with based desires. You rub both hands together, just basking in the warmth when a noise at your window makes you jump.
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BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Wassup fucker!" The familiar voice of Billy Boye Junior cheerfully yells, you turn to find the tall coated man watching in through the driver's side window. A broad grin across his cleanly shaven face, the collar of his work shirt crooked. The shaggy haired Stoner jaunts around the front of your car, he was the closest thing to a friend that you had and was in the process of unintentionally cosplaying a Scooby Doo character. Pulling some strings the young man got you the job at the Yellow Aurora Stop and Service, you owe him one for it. Driving him too and fro, was on the start. "Look what I've got!" In each hand Billy holds up plastic baggies filled with dried foliage. His muffled words slip in just as easily as he gets into the passenger's seat. The civic's locks are kaput. A dose of cold weather buffering you for a blink of an eye.

"How's it going dude." You greet warmly, fists bumping as his other hand tosses a small bag into your lap. "Elder God's pubes, Caribbean Blood Fever, Madman's beard. Only the finest herb in town. That's how good I am. This shit will put us on the damn moon with the bat people." You weigh the densely packed baggie. Impressed by its heft. "Is this what took you so long? Kylie is gonna be pissed." Billy waves a dismissive hand at you, shaking his head. "Don't get pussy whipped man. She won't want us sparking up in the car." You roll your eyes, you promised to pick the woman up since her own beat up car was in the shop. Someone had slashed her tyres or so she claimed. Billy's own words suggest she might have an issue with gauging the distance from the curb while driving and parking. But a promise was a promise.

A life of being let down demands you be on time. "Well we'll smoke it on the way so hurry up and roll one." Your coworker coughs indignantly, swiftly producing two spliffs from his coat pocket. Two long, fat and well rolled joints. Reaching into your own coat pocket you pull out a slim plastic name tag, it was far less impressive.

>What is your Name?Write in
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>>5362554
You pull out of the parking lot as Billy flips the radio on, the only local station you listen to playing out loud. A caramel voice from up on the mountain raining down through a poorly maintained stereo system. "~It comes creeping in the dark, dreaded by all men and women. Loved only by the certifiably insane and the worst of all mankind. Middle managers… The Night Shift. A test of mental fortitude and physical robustness, thrust upon only the desperate and the downtrodden… Now that takes me back to being young! I remember working late night security gigs at a construction site down in Illinois. And I for one can tell you something. It takes a special kind of person to make it through the Night Shift and come out in one piece. Well all my listeners out there, do you think you got the beans to survive the Night Shift? If you aren't well let's hope my dulcet tones are here to at least make the hours fly on by. Tonight we've got only the wildest and weirdest stories from across the span of man."

Billy twists the dial and the sound falls away, eyebrows wiggling at you as he slips the joint between his lips. Through pursed lips he cheerfully talks. "Dude how can you listen to this guy? You know it's all bullshit right, in highschool we used to prank call him all the time and say all types of dumb shit. Splooge drinking aliens with straw-like antennae for prime extraction, the Cicada Man and the Night-gaunts." Billy chuckled as he extended a hand, thumb gesturing for a light. You couldn't help wondering how such an accomplished smoker never had a light on him. You stop yourself from explaining that antennas weren't for sucking, but knew it wouldn't matter.

One hand on the wheel you flick the zippo into life, not trusting the stoner with it. The flame jumping tall, flickering through red and blue. For a slither of a second the flame was entirely black. "It's just white noise, helps keep the drive home from feeling too lonely." Rolling down his window Billy sent out a thick cloud of smoke. You do the same, the cool breeze buffering your face. The strong smell quickly floods the car. Piney and dense, you could feel it sticking to your lungs before your coworker ever held it out for you. You pluck the glowing stick, oils already burning black and running down the bright paper. "Good shit!" Billy declares with another powerful expulsion of smoke. Your lungs welcome the first taste, bronchi tickled by the vapors.
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>>5362572
[19:59]

"My brother sent them both down from Arkham! He's told me about some wild parties in MU man, we need to swing up there during spring break. See if we can get some more Miska-cronic and some east coast poon!" You nod in agreement, your empty stomach doing little to fight off the grasps of the Dreamlands. You take another deep pull, the world seeming to slow around you. Both hands returning to the wheel, Billy plucks the joint and takes another pull. "Puff puff pass my man." He says with a dull smile. The short drive slips by, through neon signs, distant music and the shouts of bar goers.

After ten minutes of driving you pull up in front of an old two story house. Honking twice you notice a dark figure move across the unlit porch, against heavy eyelids you watch it slink off into the night. The sudden opening of the front door blinds you and you lose track of it, your focus moving to the bright light streaming out around a small silhouette as it steps out of the doorway before adjusting the bag on its hip. With a loud goodbye the girl closes the door and heads towards you. "Did you see that?" You mumble, voice uncertain. Billy glances over to the house, shrugging. "See what?" You didn't reply, eyes lingering in the direction the strange shape had gone. "Oh, Nevermind." The man on the mountain was reading out a letter sent in by a fan and describing a supernatural event as Kylie gets in the back.
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>>5362578

"Howdy boys… what's that smell?" Kylie asks while scanning the Interior with a mischievous grin on her face. You both exchange a glance. "Burned up brake pad, this bloody civic is on the way out. Why do you think we've got the windows down, smoke has been coming up through the wheel wells…" Billy lets loose the torrent of words as he knocks on the dashboard and it produces an audible clunk from the airbag. You both jump at the response, the airbag not managing to escape it's restraints. You took a mental note to get it replaced. The girl rolls her blue eyes as you pull away. "I know what weed smells like, if Wayne notices, do you think you'll keep your jobs?" The Cashier scoffs. "I've been in the stratosphere everyday this week. He doesn't care." The girl shrugs in response to billy before painting her face in the bright glow of her cell phone. "Did you see the group chat? Max needs a ride as well. His brother already left for work so he can't get a lift down." You raised an eyebrow at the news, you didn't have any data. Such luxuries were beyond your pay grade.

"Wait Max is on shift tonight? I'm gonna dome myself if I need to spend another shift listening to him explain his weekly mmo exploits or stupid internet drama." Billy whines as he lights up the other joint. You weighed your options, the detour would only make you later to work. You weren't even sure if the car would survive such a strain. "Yeah, Paul said he had a family emergency. So we've got the newbie tagging along tonight." You let a deep breath out in annoyance, your eyes locking onto the orbs of a fox as it crosses the road ahead. As It scampers away in a hurry you swear your can see it's jaw moving up and down on something misshapen.

>Max can find his own way to work.
>Collect Max and then head to work.
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>>5362581
>>Collect Max and then head to work.
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>>5362554
Graham.
Collect Max and then head to work.
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>>5362581
>>Collect Max and then head to work.
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>>5362845
>>5362848
"Damn it. Fine. Tell max to get ready because I'm not waiting for him. Also tell Wayne we might be a stylishly late." You relent with a sigh, turning the car around and heading back towards the other side of town. The girl gives you a thumbs up before her taping away on her phone. As the steering wheel locks a loud rattle and rumble bounds along the shaft. You ignore it and whisper a wordless prayer. Rolling passed sights you had already witnessed once for the night, you take comfort in the dulling kiss of marijuana. As you go to return the joint Kylie leans forwards and plucks it from you hand. With a cheeky laugh she takes a deep pull. "Don't mess with the rotation!" Through a cloud of smoke the girl tilts her head from side to side with each word. "It's impolite not to offer your hospitality to guests! So adapt to the new rotation."

[20:12]

Max lived on the other side of town to the gas station, his family farmstead producing barley or something. The fresh faced boy had a habit to ramble on about topics you couldn't remotely care about. So you were a little unsure. Down a country road lit by only by headlights and the moon the civic bounces, cursing out loud Billy attemps to roll another spliff as Kylie cheers him on. The ground up bud stood out against the paper, alluring purple highlights trace the dark green plant. "Woah, Venus looks so beautiful tonight. I heard it can be seen for a few days every couple of years, pull over I want to take a TikTok." You glance in the reerview mirror and spot the girl hanging almost half way out of your car. Eyes wide on surprise you roll to a halt, one hand find a way around her ankle. "Wait until I stop before trying to get out!" You moan.

The lightweight only giggles in response. "Thank Christ!" Billy hisses, hurrying to roll his joint before you start moving again. Climbing out of the car you scan the surroundings, a low mist rolled across the road ahead. The chior of nocturnal animals echo out, watching up you see the second orb in the sky. A piercingly white spot in the night. "What one is Venus?" Billy muses, licking along the seem. You share a look with Kylie. "The little one…" You point to it for clarification. The blinding flash of a phone flash light pulls your attention. Your co-worker filming you both as she speaks. "The other one is the moon you idiot!" The girl says between laughs. For the next few minutes the girl dances about in front of the head lights and films the sky or you and Billy. Only the most basic and popular pop music breaks the natural order. Lighting up the newly christened spliff the duo began to take a collection of selfies before waving you over to join in. "Come on Graham! Get in here."

>Don't take a TikTok with Kylie
>Take a TikTok with Kylie
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>>5363025
>Take a TikTok with Kylie
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>>5363025
>>Take a TikTok with Kylie
A SHORT one, damn it!
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>>5363028
>>5363036
"Ugh, a short one damn it" You hurry over through cheers and grins and put on a complicit if not completely happy face. Each coworker posing on either side as they sung along to the Chug Jug song. Your mind teeters as the lyrics flow smoothly, disgust at your own vast internet knowledge unbecoming of such a young man. No wonder you were single. You had never even really played Fortnite. In all his high fury Billy starts to floss and whip out all types of dances, Kylie was content to wiggle side to side on your shoulder. The motion moving you against you will into doing the same. You couldn't help being impressed by how agile he was. They pressure you into a solo, motluthing along to kiss from a rose.

But that was it, corralling the pair you got them inside the car. Guarding the spliff until you were safety away from any spot you could stop. It didn't stop the pair from putting the camera in your face as your drive and sing along to songs. #L82WRK and #420 displayed on the short snaps. They were drowning out your radio show, but in all you were happy to just be moving again. It wasn't far now. Taking another pull you listen to the commotion with only the minimum of attention. Driving onwards you notice the eye shine of various animals in the brush. Yellow, Green, White and even the odd red orbs watch back.

Taking a sharp right you pull off the road and down an even more bumpy road. The drit track soon led you down towards a large farm. All of the cliches we're stopping quickly, a silo, a barn and a main house. A few tractos were covered by tarp. "Max! Where are you!" Billy shouts from the car, the sudden noise making you jump. The place was unlit not a specle of light could be seen. The moon gifted you all with a silver landscape. But the dark shadows were near imperntable wells of night. You check your phone.
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>>5363054
[20:36]
"FUCK"

You were gonna be really late at this rate. Pulling up the handbrake you park in front of the main house. Stepping out of the vehicle and looking around for any hint of your coworker. Nothing was stirring besides the guys in your car. Annoyed you call out. "Max! Where are you! Let's GO!" Cupping you hands to your mouth you hope to project the sound as far as possible. In response to your own noise you hear something. Against the high chatting inside the car you hear another sound. Metal against wood, soft and distant thuds. Then a familiar and high pitch voice calls back. Distant but clearly audible. "Graham! I need some help! In the barn quickly!" You sigh once more. The idiot was never on time, he always found something to keep him back. Stepping away from the car Kylie calls to you. Her voice catching your attention. It wasn't the cheery tone that was pestering you the entire ride. "Graham, Look at this.."

>Check what Kylie wants.
>Or
>Help Max at the barn.

>Also I need someone to roll a single 1d20
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>5363060
>Help Max at the barn.
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>>5363060
>>Help Max at the barn.
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>>5363078
>>5363087

4 - ???

https://youtu.be/ykT3wtSCpzE?list=PLK5CxnhUV830i16LB_YhVAkGkr0W8lSTO

You squint and spot motion at the barn doors. Something was waving at you. "One second. Let me go get Max first." You said dismissively while waving at the others. Heading towards the barn, your boots crunch through tall grass and stray branches. The wet blades of the untended lawn soaking through your jeans and annoying you even further. Switching on the flash light of your cellphone you carefully advance, the fear of stray rakes waiting in the long grass to spring up and hit you in the face was irrational at best. But the farm as a dangerous place, you avoid getting near the tractors before any rolled over you. Blinded by your own light it takes you a second to reach the tall wooden building.

The iconic barn was even painted classical red. Authentic exposed rusty nails sprung up every now and then along the worn exterior. Waving you light around you still couldn't spot Max. "Max! Where are you!" You shout, taking slow hesitant steps towards the wide open entrance. Through the silence of the night you could feel your heart beating all the way in your throat. Inching closer, step by step you wish you had a weapon. Raising a fist you speak again. "Max! We are late enough!" As the words leave your mouth a figure steps out from the gloomy doorway.

"Shuuuuush"
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Max appears suddenly making you jump a little, single finger pressed to his lips. Grasped in his other hand, the younger man wields a broom. From under his arm he hands you a shovel. You take it without much hesitation. But you inquire quietly. "What the hell are you doing back here?" His eyes twitch from you towards the inside of the barn. Something clatters deep within the dark place. You already knew what he was going to say before the words came out. "There is something in the barn." The six words made your stomach twist. "So what! Let's go." The boy shakes his head in response, creeping closer to whisper. "I have to get it out before we leave. Or else I'll get in trouble." You were ready to leave, but you had come this far. To not help now would have just made the trip a waste of time.

You've always had a giving nature "Ok, we do this quickly! Scream and bang around. That should spook it." He nods affirmation. Stepping into the dark barn you wonder if Idaho was bear country. You had seen a bear sign somewhere but couldn't place it. And as your mind did conclude that Idaho was in fact bear country. Max unleashes a loud voice. Doing his best Duke Nukem impersonation, it wasn't very good. "Little pig, little pig let me in." Following it up with a war cry as he charges into the dark, broom swinging wildly at any shape. You give chase adding your own wild calls. Flashlight illuminating Max's back as he leads. Through stacks of farm equipment you twist and turn. Passing by hay bales and fence posts. With the miniscule light you glimpse movement ahead, the motion and light blurring your vision. You boots squish and squelch in what you hope wasn't old cow pats. The rattling of chains is the only other noise you can hear over your own commotion.

The boy halts suddenly and as you catch up you see why. It was no bear you were chasing. As your bluster settles and the sounds fall away you can make out the pathetic and pained mewling of what remains of the Fawn. The bright red blood glossy in your flashlight. Wide oval eyes stare open in amber terror. Max steps aside so you can get a better look. It whimpered again, a soft cry creeping from its mouth
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>>5363176
You wince at the sight and the sudden noise makes the animal flinch. It tries to stand but fails. A cruel maw of rusted iron teeth clamped down tightly around the animal's mid section. Perforating its belly, a trail of sausage-like intestines hang out cushioning the prone animal. You bare your teeth trying not to make another noise as the frightened animal watches you. Hot bright blood pours out from its wounds, steam catching the light as you understand it didn't have long left. "Why the fuck do you have bear traps in your Barn?" You whisper. Max simply replies. "We don't." You scan the building with your light and a few feet away you spot another bear trap. Unsprung and ready to bite. Elbowing the boy you gesture to it. He shakes his head. Clearly unsure of the situation.

The Fawn lets out a soft cry, attempting to drag itself away. Breathing hard in the spotlight. It was suffering needlessly. Weighing the shovel in your hand you exchange looks with Max. "I've never killed anything before…" He mumbles, practicing a swing of his boom.

>Finish off Bambi with the shovel.
>Have Max finish it off.

>BONUS HE HAS HIS FATHER’S EYES OPTION.
>Try and comfort the deer in its final moments.
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>>5363177
>Try and comfort the deer in its final moments.

Poor thing. Maybe we can learn something from the wounds upon it.
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>>5363177
>Finish off Bambi with the shovel.
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>>5363183
+1
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>>5363183
>>5363522
[20:48]

The small animal whimpers as you decide on what to do, the moment its eyes lock onto your own it freezes. The glistening Amber is suddenly stained by traces of beautiful crimson. An unnatural hue. Carnal and primal. The harsh breathing slows as its fluttering eyelids attempt to stay open. It was calming down. Slowly you creep forward as the Fawn doesn't react. Eyes wide with panic the little baby stays motionless. Feeling emboldened you step closer again, your free hand reaching out. The short fur was cold, running a hand along its head made the Fawn produce a soft bleat. But it didn't try to run. The Fawn's eyes were firmly stuck to your own, glued open tears ran down either furry cheek.

It trembles under your touch. Trying to reassure the dying deer you talk softly. "Oh no, don't worry… it'll be over soon. No more pain. Rest. Close your eyes." As if following your command the deer droops its head, nestling it within your grasp, frantic heartbeat calming. And finally it closes its eyes. If it wasn't for the puddle of blood and small selection of offal at your feet, the situation might be adorable. Getting closer you run a hand down its neck, the distinct smell of shit wafting towards you. Human shit. A thousand memories of hosing down the gas stations stalls playing through your mind like a vhs.

Even Max was brave enough to step up right beside you. "Wow Graham, what are you? some kind of animal whisperer?" Your eyes search for the source. You find it quickly, around the wounds yellow and brown matter oozed as if stuffed inside. The foul excrement was encasing the teeth of the trap. The distinct mixture of hard and soft made you want to gag. The idea brought back a thousand and one Vietnam documentaries you had seen on Natgeo. "Christ." You whisper as Max finally begins to pay attention. "Who would do such a thing?" He said low, panic and fear finally slipping into his voice. Clutching the broomstick he began to survey the rest of the barn. "Grah-" The boy had begun when finally the Fawn mustered the last of its strength to address you.
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>>5365347
>>5365347
"Raaa!"
"Reeeeeeee!"
"Ruuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
"Ruuuunaaaaaaaa!"
"Ruuuun awaaaaaay!"
"Ruuuun awaaaaaay!"

The dying animal's cries were impossible to misconstrue. It had somehow conjured up two words. Words that plead for you to run away. With the last of its strength depleted the small animal spasms for just a second before you feel the life ebb from the body. The miniscule thing that was its soul fleeing the mortal coil.

You stare, mouth open. Weird shit had a habit of happening to you, but it still shocked you every time. Turning you find Max sharing a similar face of bewilderment and abject horror. "Well that is horrific" The boy declared, obviously unsure of what to do. You were late enough. You didn't have time for this shit, so taking the late Fawns advice you stand up and turn around. "We are leaving. Right now!" Wary of what lay ahead you held the shovel ready to swing, struggling to keep the light towards every suspicious sound you heard. Despite your over active imagination no one jumps you as you step out of the closotophobic building and finally escape the suffocating smell of copper and shit.

You spot the car, it rests on the far side of the long lawn. The grass was hiding god knows what. With Max at your side you make your way over. Shovel testing the ground at your feet for any further traps. Approaching the car the rolled up windows made it impossible to see within the foggy interior. Hesitating for just a moment you open the driver's door and look inside. A blanket of weed smoke billowed out the moment you do, the jolly attitude all but distant memory now. Billy and Kylie let out a little coughing whoop at your arrival. "What took you so long!" The pair cheers happily. Rolling your eyes you pop the trunk and quickly toss your shovel in. Max added his broom before racing to get into the safety of the car.
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>>5365349
"Ugh, what is that smell? What are you guys smoking…" You feel a shiver run down your spine, the sensation familiar. Something or someone is watching you. Pausing by the door you scan the moonlit surroundings. The hum of the engine is the only sound you can make out. Then you see it. You spot movement, multiple hunched things lumber around the corner of the barn. As your eyes adjust to the dark you realize a figure has been standing in the dark unseen the entire time. Taller than the bent and mishapen bodies. A gnarled three fingered hand raises from the shadows, revealing itself to the silver light of the moon. You see the grotesque limb coated in glistening repugnant lumps. pustules and aged grey scabs, nubs remained where fingers had once been. Climbing into the car you waste no time, pushing the civic to leave the farm house as quickly as possible. The clatter of gravel drowning out any other noise as you speed down the country road. Despite that you hear something else.

Thunk

The atmosphere changes and as you get back onto the main road cold sweat is dripping down your ribs. You feel a hand grasp your shoulder. "What's wrong bro?" Billy asks, a tension growing on the vehicle. The others hadn't seen the shapes. Max looks at you sheepishly. He open his mouth but stammers eyes unfocused as his brain fails to send the correct signals.

Max Sanity test.
>Roll 1d6
1-2 fails
3-6 pass

>Tell the others what happened?
>Keep it to yourself?
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Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>5365351
> Keep it to yourself. No good can come from telling them.
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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>5365351
>Keep it to yourself?



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