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They thought it was relatively safe. The twins were being sent out with a group of people that were essentially adults. Even Raph was an older teen and probably more experienced at fighting than all of them put together. The fearling they were looking for wasn't even that powerful, if the mini-fairies were to be believed. It was a construct, several fearlings reconfigured into something new, but not that powerful.

It needed to be hunted down and destroyed but it was something that Mabel alone could've handled. Between the five of them, they made short work of it and it looked to be a nice little on-the-job lesson for the twins, where they got to fight while under the protection and guidance of the others.

The problem was the fear. Fear was always the problem. That fear was just a coincidence but as coincidences sometimes went, it was a dangerous coincidence.

Not far from where they'd destroyed the fearling, there was a little girl who had played one of her older sister's video games and it had frightened her. As she went to bed that night with the fear clutching at her heart, the only thought that helped her fight the fear was the thought of two of her favorite cartoon characters - ones that fought scary things like ghosts all the time - fighting the scary ghosts in the game.

She knew they were the kind of twins that could beat the ghosts. That was the thought she fell asleep to, a thought that gained power in that twilight between waking and sleeping.

Where they were in the woods, that thought - and that fear - temporarily took on a life of its own, reshaping reality and assigning them all roles in the story it was trying to mold. A sudden mist swept through the dark woods and every myth in the group found themselves powerless. They still had their gear and their skill and wit but their myth powers were gone.

Even worse than that, as the mist obscured them from each other and they suddenly found themselves separated. They were suddenly all in different sections of an ancient, decrepit Japanese village, one that was caught in a strange and eerie twilight. Dancing around them in the breeze were glowing crimson butterflies that fluttered off, as if they were showing them which way they should go.

Whether it was safe to follow them or not was the question at hand.
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"None of this makes a lick of sense," Bayard says to himself, and then, remembering that Granny is nowhere to be seen, he repeats it as "none of this makes a damn lick of sense."

Not that Granny would have been able to hear him, anyway; the air itself seems cluttered with a thousand sounds, coins jangling in metal troughs, people laughing and whooping, drinks being poured, and noises that defy explanation. Bayard barely notices until he's walked through at least two people that he's a ghost, so fascinated he is by the rug that extends as far as the eye can see, as if he's standing on a great plain of woven fabric dotted with train-like contraptions spitting coins and light like buoys upon the sea. Machines, he thinks. Like a cotton gin.

"Pardon!" he yelps, passing through yet another person, an outrageously-clad woman with bare shoulders and a dress that only goes as far as her knees. Bayard feels his face flush in vicarious shame for her, but she neither responds to his presence or to his voice. She stumbles in her tall shoes and Bayard reaches to grab her arm and steady her, but his pale pinked hand passes right through her elbow as if he were made of smoke. He feels his breath tighten up in his neck like a coiled snake. He tries to think of what to do next, but the chiming of the machines and the clatter of coins and all the people gathered in one place and the music playing in the background scatter his thoughts like so many leaves in the wind.

"I'll be damned. I'll be damned."

Sartorises don't cry, and as such, despite the terror that makes Bayard's throat tight and his eyes wide and glassy, he finds his way to a quieter corner of this mad world and sits down, covering his face for a moment as he tries to make sense of where he's emerged.
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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.
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"Jus' - jus' five more minutes, Master Splinter."

Come on, it'd been a busy night. Couldn't he sleep in just a little bit longer?

Except...except he wasn't in the lair.

As Raph opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't even in the city.

New York was New York and after spending the majority of his life under it, and exploring every facet of it from above after he and his brothers had started exploring at night, it was practically in his blood.

Wherever he was now, it didn't look like New York, it didn't sound like New York - it definitely didn't smell like New York.

And his head felt like it'd been cracked open and...something was rushing in. Something unnameable and shifting. It was making even his memories fuzzy. It was almost like something that wasn't himself was trying to push in and make...something else into himself. For a moment, all he could do was push himself up onto his knees and hunch over, holding his head in his hands.

"Ugh, my head."

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The twins burst onto the scene in the cave (what was a cave even doing in this state?) like two tiny wrecking balls of protectiveness. The Mystery Twins were on the case and they weren't going to let their friends get eaten by a stupid monster, especially after they'd been snatched up right under their noses.

Kevin and Allayna were in a cage of some kind of black stone or metal, clinging to each other and looking terrified, as the shadowy figure of the Jersey Devil lurked behind them, goat legs, horns, and all.

"Let go of those kids, you unholy spawn of New Jersey!" Dipper cried out, using the worst insult he could think of.

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