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ya_assemble2014-11-28 09:50 pm
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[LN] Bubble Bubble, Toil and Trouble...
With reality getting thinner, there were more than myth people appearing. Sometimes there were myth locations, especially ones that were appropriate to the time of year. With Halloween approaching, countless kids were watching Halloween themed movies, everything from horror movies to the more family-friendly fair. Among certain age sets, one particular Halloween movie was capturing the attention of the younger children, one that showed on TV every year. That was why a strange cabin appeared in the woods just outside of Berk, one that Jamie's friends apparently had no reservations against exploring.
"Guys, I don't think this is a good idea," Jamie said as they poked and prodded at the windows, hanging back nervously. The place looked...familiar. In a bad way. "We've been all over these woods and I don't think this was even here before."
"Oh come on, Jamie, don't be a chicken. It's probably some kinda haunted house someone set up for Halloween," said his friend Claude. He prodded at the door...which swung open. "And it looks like whoever set it up left it unlocked.
"What are you afraid of?" asked Caleb, bouncing in front of Jamie's face, wiggling his fingers. "Ghosts?"
"You know what I'm afraid of. It could be -"
"Oh, don't say it," said Claude.
"He's gonna say it," said Caleb.
"Here he goes again," said Pippa, rolling her eyes upward.
"It could be a trap set up by Pitch Black," Jamie finished firmly. "Or the fearlings. I know you guys don't believe anymore, but -"
"Jamie, that was just a weird pretend thing we all did when we were little and we let it get into our heads," said Pippa. "Pitch Black isn't real. Jack Frost isn't real. Evil little darkness gremlins that eat kids' souls aren't real. All that stuff we believed as kids wasn't real and it's a baby game to keep pretending it is.."
Jamie frowned as they said Jack wasn't real. As it always happens when kids grow up, his friends had all stopped believing, something that had been inevitable when they all turned twelve and thirteen. No matter how much he tried to get them to believe again, they refused to, and the Guardians had let it happen, feeling that it was natural. Even Jack, though he'd been sad to lose them as believers, had learned to let go.
"I think Jamie's right," said Cupcake, crossing her arms. "We shouldn't mess with it, it could be something weird. Or might have alarms."
Cupcake was the only one that held onto that belief, just as firmly as Jamie, though she was far less vocal about it, recognizing that the others weren't planning on changing their tune anytime soon. She tried to back him up when she could, usually offering real-world reasons they should do things to keep safe from the supernatural.
"Yeah, guys, it might be really dusty inside and I forgot my inhaler at home," put in Monty.
"It's not that dusty," called out Claude from inside the door. "There are even electric lights." Lights suddenly blinked on in the windows as Claude hit them. "Come on, guys, it's not even like a real, scary house. There's, like, a thing selling postcards. It's definitely meant to be some kinda haunted house business thing. A haunted museum or something. But maybe abandoned."
Monty finally shrugged and meandered closer. "Well, okay, but really, guys, this is breaking an entering and my mom will ground me forever if we get arrested. We shouldn't stay long."
Cupcake sighed and looked to Jamie. "We need to keep them out of trouble and steer them out of there as quick as he can. I don't like this."
Jamie nodded. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"Always with the Star Wars line," Cupcake said, shaking her head as she made her way to the cabin's door, where the others had disappeared.
"What? It always fits, doesn't it?" Jamie said, trotting along after her.
The house was a creepy mess, filled with dust and cobwebs.
"You guys lied, it's totally dusty in here," Monty said in a nasally voice, sneezing.
"Check this out," said Caleb, looking at a display. "'This is the spell book of Winifred Sanderson. It was given to her by the devil himself. The book is bound in human skin and contains the recipes for her most powerful and evil spells.'"
"Don't touch it," Jamie said, when Caleb's hand strayed towards it. "Look, guys, we are totally in the first ten minutes of a Supernatural episode right now. Or the start of a horror movie. We need to leave."
"Don't touch it?" said Claude. "He said don't touch it, Caleb."
"Touch it?" said Caleb. "I heard you say that he said to touch it."
"Yeah, I think that's what he really meant."
"Guys, this isn't funny," said Jamie, rushing over to try to stop Caleb from touching it, but he was too late. The boy reached through the broken case and pressed his fingers against the cover. Both Caleb and Claude were looking at Jamie to see how he'd react, which was why Jamie was the only one who saw the eye on the book open -
Right before the lights went out.
"Aah! oh man, what happened to the lights?"
"Maybe it was on an old generator that busted?"
All of a sudden there was the sound of a screeching animal - possibly a cat - in the dark.
Pippa screamed. "Ow! There's something in here! It scratched me!"
"Where is it, where is it?!"
"Ow, it got me too!" yelled Monty, "It scratched my leg! What if it has rabies?! I don't want rabies!"
"I think it's a cat or a raccoon!"
"Where's the door? I can't find the door! We need to get out of here before it claws our eyes out!"
Jamie made his way towards where he remembered a little stand of lighters on the counter, finding it and grasping at one. "I think I saw a candle! And I found a lighter!" He grasped his way back to where he saw the candle.
All of a sudden he felt a cat clawing its way up his back and biting at his neck. "OW! GET OFF!"
He pulled it off and threw it in the direction he remembered the stairs being, hoping he wasn't throwing it at one of his friends, and lit the candle, hoping to give them all enough light to get out. The room was suddenly filled with dim light, enough for them to see. All of his friends but Cupcake were scratched somewhere and bleeding. The cat was nowhere to be seen.
Jamie glared at them all. "I told you this was a bad idea! We need to get -" The candle flame suddenly burned black, even though the light was still dimly filtering through the room. "- out. Uh oh."
"Uh, guys, are you seeing the candle do something super weird it shouldn't be doing, too?" asked Caleb nervously.
All of a sudden a fell wind started to blow from nowhere throughout the cabin and every lightbulb in the place started exploding. The floor boards shook and rumbled, green light spilling out from underneath them, making it impossible for them all to run or even stay upright.
"Jamie, what did you do?" shouted Pippa.
"What did I do?!" Jamie shouted back defensively. "You're the ones that ignored the fact we're in the first ten minutes of a Supernatural episode!"
It all started to die down but then every single candle in the place lit up and so did the fireplace. The front door suddenly burst up and three women stormed inside. Every single one of Jamie's friends hid behind whatever they could. It was then, hiding under a table, that Jamie finally realized why the whole place looked familiar. (He hadn't watched this movie in ages - he barely even remembered it!)
"We’re home. Oh, sweet revenge," crowed Winnifred. "Do you see, sisters, that wonderfully horrible being of darkness kept his promise when he brought us to this mortal plane! I was right to trust It and It's promises that we'd be revived from our place of purgatory!"
"Oh, that’s because thou art perfect, Winnie. Oh, I knew I left this cauldron on, didn’t I tell you? Oh, I knew it," said Sarah as she reached up behind a pillar and pulled down a mummified rat tail. "My lucky rat tail! Right where I left it."
"But who lit the black flame candle?" asked Winnifred, looking to her book. "Wake up! Wake up, sleepy head. Oh, I’ve missed you. Did you miss me too? Come on now, we’ve got work to do."
"Winnie?" asked Mary, sniffing and looking around the room.
"Yes?"
"I smell...teenagers."
"Do you now?" said Winnifred, as she and her sisters started looking around the room. "Where are yooou? We'd love to welcome you to our home. A housewarming!"
"Yes, yes, a housewarming!" cried out Sarah, clapping her hands.
"We'll warm our house by burning their young bodies!" cried out Winifred with a cackle.
"Guys, run!" said Caleb, bursting out of his hiding spot because one of the witches was almost upon it.
All at once - all of them except for Jamie, who was far more patient 0 they all made for the door, but Winnifred cast a strangle lightning out of her hands, causing them all to freeze in place.
"Cant...move," Pippa managed to grind out.
"Shall we roast them, my dear sisters?" Winnifred asked them.
"Yes!" said Sarah, hopping up and down.
"Oh yes, definitely!" said Mary.
"Ah, but the night will be a very busy one for us, my sisters, perhaps we should just trap them for now and save them for later. After all, we still have to enchant the adults here and feed from the children before the night is through. Yes, we should save them for later. Let's get them into their cages," said Winnifred, starting to lower hanging cages from the ceiling.
While they were occupied with that, Jamie made his break for it, trying to go for the book. He remembered something about it being important. Smashing one of the witches in the head with an oversized candlestick, he tried to reach into the case the book was in.
"Another teenager! He's going for the book, stop him!" Winnifred cried out, casting spells in Jamie's direction that he had to dive away from the book to avoid. Before they could hit him properly, the creature that had attacked them earlier - a black cat, suddenly jumped on Winnifred, clawing its way up her body and scratching her face. Her sisters immediately turned towards her, panicking and trying to get it off.
"Jamie...run," Cupcake ground out.
"I can't just leave you!" Jamie cried out.
"Get. Help. Get. Jack," Cupcake said, fixing him with a fierce and determined stare. "Run!"
Only hesitating half a second longer, Jamie jetted out the door and into the woods, sprinting away as fast as his legs would carry him. Jack patrolled Burgess most nights. Surely he could track him down if he made enough of a fuss and then he could swoop in and help. Yes, okay, he had a plan. To save his friends.
To save his really, monumentally stupid friends.
"Those guys!" he huffed as he run. "Are going to owe me! So much! For this!"
Having friends with no genre-savvy when you lived in a world that ran on myths was the literal worst.
"Guys, I don't think this is a good idea," Jamie said as they poked and prodded at the windows, hanging back nervously. The place looked...familiar. In a bad way. "We've been all over these woods and I don't think this was even here before."
"Oh come on, Jamie, don't be a chicken. It's probably some kinda haunted house someone set up for Halloween," said his friend Claude. He prodded at the door...which swung open. "And it looks like whoever set it up left it unlocked.
"What are you afraid of?" asked Caleb, bouncing in front of Jamie's face, wiggling his fingers. "Ghosts?"
"You know what I'm afraid of. It could be -"
"Oh, don't say it," said Claude.
"He's gonna say it," said Caleb.
"Here he goes again," said Pippa, rolling her eyes upward.
"It could be a trap set up by Pitch Black," Jamie finished firmly. "Or the fearlings. I know you guys don't believe anymore, but -"
"Jamie, that was just a weird pretend thing we all did when we were little and we let it get into our heads," said Pippa. "Pitch Black isn't real. Jack Frost isn't real. Evil little darkness gremlins that eat kids' souls aren't real. All that stuff we believed as kids wasn't real and it's a baby game to keep pretending it is.."
Jamie frowned as they said Jack wasn't real. As it always happens when kids grow up, his friends had all stopped believing, something that had been inevitable when they all turned twelve and thirteen. No matter how much he tried to get them to believe again, they refused to, and the Guardians had let it happen, feeling that it was natural. Even Jack, though he'd been sad to lose them as believers, had learned to let go.
"I think Jamie's right," said Cupcake, crossing her arms. "We shouldn't mess with it, it could be something weird. Or might have alarms."
Cupcake was the only one that held onto that belief, just as firmly as Jamie, though she was far less vocal about it, recognizing that the others weren't planning on changing their tune anytime soon. She tried to back him up when she could, usually offering real-world reasons they should do things to keep safe from the supernatural.
"Yeah, guys, it might be really dusty inside and I forgot my inhaler at home," put in Monty.
"It's not that dusty," called out Claude from inside the door. "There are even electric lights." Lights suddenly blinked on in the windows as Claude hit them. "Come on, guys, it's not even like a real, scary house. There's, like, a thing selling postcards. It's definitely meant to be some kinda haunted house business thing. A haunted museum or something. But maybe abandoned."
Monty finally shrugged and meandered closer. "Well, okay, but really, guys, this is breaking an entering and my mom will ground me forever if we get arrested. We shouldn't stay long."
Cupcake sighed and looked to Jamie. "We need to keep them out of trouble and steer them out of there as quick as he can. I don't like this."
Jamie nodded. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"Always with the Star Wars line," Cupcake said, shaking her head as she made her way to the cabin's door, where the others had disappeared.
"What? It always fits, doesn't it?" Jamie said, trotting along after her.
The house was a creepy mess, filled with dust and cobwebs.
"You guys lied, it's totally dusty in here," Monty said in a nasally voice, sneezing.
"Check this out," said Caleb, looking at a display. "'This is the spell book of Winifred Sanderson. It was given to her by the devil himself. The book is bound in human skin and contains the recipes for her most powerful and evil spells.'"
"Don't touch it," Jamie said, when Caleb's hand strayed towards it. "Look, guys, we are totally in the first ten minutes of a Supernatural episode right now. Or the start of a horror movie. We need to leave."
"Don't touch it?" said Claude. "He said don't touch it, Caleb."
"Touch it?" said Caleb. "I heard you say that he said to touch it."
"Yeah, I think that's what he really meant."
"Guys, this isn't funny," said Jamie, rushing over to try to stop Caleb from touching it, but he was too late. The boy reached through the broken case and pressed his fingers against the cover. Both Caleb and Claude were looking at Jamie to see how he'd react, which was why Jamie was the only one who saw the eye on the book open -
Right before the lights went out.
"Aah! oh man, what happened to the lights?"
"Maybe it was on an old generator that busted?"
All of a sudden there was the sound of a screeching animal - possibly a cat - in the dark.
Pippa screamed. "Ow! There's something in here! It scratched me!"
"Where is it, where is it?!"
"Ow, it got me too!" yelled Monty, "It scratched my leg! What if it has rabies?! I don't want rabies!"
"I think it's a cat or a raccoon!"
"Where's the door? I can't find the door! We need to get out of here before it claws our eyes out!"
Jamie made his way towards where he remembered a little stand of lighters on the counter, finding it and grasping at one. "I think I saw a candle! And I found a lighter!" He grasped his way back to where he saw the candle.
All of a sudden he felt a cat clawing its way up his back and biting at his neck. "OW! GET OFF!"
He pulled it off and threw it in the direction he remembered the stairs being, hoping he wasn't throwing it at one of his friends, and lit the candle, hoping to give them all enough light to get out. The room was suddenly filled with dim light, enough for them to see. All of his friends but Cupcake were scratched somewhere and bleeding. The cat was nowhere to be seen.
Jamie glared at them all. "I told you this was a bad idea! We need to get -" The candle flame suddenly burned black, even though the light was still dimly filtering through the room. "- out. Uh oh."
"Uh, guys, are you seeing the candle do something super weird it shouldn't be doing, too?" asked Caleb nervously.
All of a sudden a fell wind started to blow from nowhere throughout the cabin and every lightbulb in the place started exploding. The floor boards shook and rumbled, green light spilling out from underneath them, making it impossible for them all to run or even stay upright.
"Jamie, what did you do?" shouted Pippa.
"What did I do?!" Jamie shouted back defensively. "You're the ones that ignored the fact we're in the first ten minutes of a Supernatural episode!"
It all started to die down but then every single candle in the place lit up and so did the fireplace. The front door suddenly burst up and three women stormed inside. Every single one of Jamie's friends hid behind whatever they could. It was then, hiding under a table, that Jamie finally realized why the whole place looked familiar. (He hadn't watched this movie in ages - he barely even remembered it!)
"We’re home. Oh, sweet revenge," crowed Winnifred. "Do you see, sisters, that wonderfully horrible being of darkness kept his promise when he brought us to this mortal plane! I was right to trust It and It's promises that we'd be revived from our place of purgatory!"
"Oh, that’s because thou art perfect, Winnie. Oh, I knew I left this cauldron on, didn’t I tell you? Oh, I knew it," said Sarah as she reached up behind a pillar and pulled down a mummified rat tail. "My lucky rat tail! Right where I left it."
"But who lit the black flame candle?" asked Winnifred, looking to her book. "Wake up! Wake up, sleepy head. Oh, I’ve missed you. Did you miss me too? Come on now, we’ve got work to do."
"Winnie?" asked Mary, sniffing and looking around the room.
"Yes?"
"I smell...teenagers."
"Do you now?" said Winnifred, as she and her sisters started looking around the room. "Where are yooou? We'd love to welcome you to our home. A housewarming!"
"Yes, yes, a housewarming!" cried out Sarah, clapping her hands.
"We'll warm our house by burning their young bodies!" cried out Winifred with a cackle.
"Guys, run!" said Caleb, bursting out of his hiding spot because one of the witches was almost upon it.
All at once - all of them except for Jamie, who was far more patient 0 they all made for the door, but Winnifred cast a strangle lightning out of her hands, causing them all to freeze in place.
"Cant...move," Pippa managed to grind out.
"Shall we roast them, my dear sisters?" Winnifred asked them.
"Yes!" said Sarah, hopping up and down.
"Oh yes, definitely!" said Mary.
"Ah, but the night will be a very busy one for us, my sisters, perhaps we should just trap them for now and save them for later. After all, we still have to enchant the adults here and feed from the children before the night is through. Yes, we should save them for later. Let's get them into their cages," said Winnifred, starting to lower hanging cages from the ceiling.
While they were occupied with that, Jamie made his break for it, trying to go for the book. He remembered something about it being important. Smashing one of the witches in the head with an oversized candlestick, he tried to reach into the case the book was in.
"Another teenager! He's going for the book, stop him!" Winnifred cried out, casting spells in Jamie's direction that he had to dive away from the book to avoid. Before they could hit him properly, the creature that had attacked them earlier - a black cat, suddenly jumped on Winnifred, clawing its way up her body and scratching her face. Her sisters immediately turned towards her, panicking and trying to get it off.
"Jamie...run," Cupcake ground out.
"I can't just leave you!" Jamie cried out.
"Get. Help. Get. Jack," Cupcake said, fixing him with a fierce and determined stare. "Run!"
Only hesitating half a second longer, Jamie jetted out the door and into the woods, sprinting away as fast as his legs would carry him. Jack patrolled Burgess most nights. Surely he could track him down if he made enough of a fuss and then he could swoop in and help. Yes, okay, he had a plan. To save his friends.
To save his really, monumentally stupid friends.
"Those guys!" he huffed as he run. "Are going to owe me! So much! For this!"
Having friends with no genre-savvy when you lived in a world that ran on myths was the literal worst.
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She had been casually walking along the sidewalk of a residential area marveling at the Halloween decorations. They seemed so quaint and wholesome compared to the magical decorations Hogwarts put up every year.
Her mind was toying with a series of questions while she let herself veer off the sidewalk to try out the grass that ran along it's side. It was prickly and dry against her bare feet.
The last thing she recalled was dozing off in the basement that she had been living in for the past few months. She appreciated apparently no longer being a hostage of The Dark Lord's minions but...where exactly was she now? And where were the others she had been imprisoned with?
Drifting along like a pale ghost on the deserted street Luna was worrying. People didn't think she worried but she did at times, especially lately. Her friends had been on the run, and who knew what would happen to her father now that she was missing.
Suddenly on the breeze something...beautiful. It was a song she hadn't heard in years. So many years in fact that the logical part of her mind wondered if she could even remember the sound properly.
But of course...how silly of her. She had to be remembering it properly because there it was clear as full moon at night.
A soft smile slid onto her lips and she began to follow the sound of her mother's voice singing the most beautiful song. She would often sing when she was working on something new and exciting. She had been singing the day she blew herself up in front of Luna.
None of those bothersome thoughts were getting to Luna at the moment though. All she knew was how badly she needed to find the source of this music and give her a hug.