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The Strange Misadventures of Skull Kid

Started by ThatGreenGentleman, April 13, 2013, 08:40:46 AM

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Doktor Howl

Molon Lube

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


ThatGreenGentleman

   Wanda wasn't a happy person. She used to be, but that was a long time ago, before she met this schmuck she had fallen for and moved in with. Wanda tried to figure out how everything turned into this downward spiral as she sliced some lemons, and the only answer she could come up with was that she was naive. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He sat on the couch and was talking to "Ned" who was most likely that doe eyed girl from the bar they went to last night who kept giving him bedroom eyes. She couldn't tell what made her angrier; the fact that her boyfriend was doing a piss poor job of hiding that he planning on fucking doe eyes or that doe eyes was stupid enough to want to get involved with an asshole like him. The schmuck got up after hanging up the phone, said something about meeting up with "Ned" before leaving to take a shower. Anger boiled within Wanda as she began to slice the lemons more vigorously. That is, until she heard someone speaking to her from the sink pipes. Her hands stilled as she listened closely to the voice. At first it sounded greasy and disgusting, but eventually turned smooth and pleasant as it beckoned her closer. Her eyes glazed over and she turned towards the sink as the voice continued to call out to her. "Oh my, it seems I've gotten myself stuck. Would you be so kind as to lend a hand, my dear?" the voice asked. Wanda said nothing as she stuck her arm down the pipe. She never said a word as it dragged her down the pipe, the sound of bones cracking and crushing from the kitchen and the bathroom were the only things to be heard in the apartment.

   The light was bright enough to blind, but he did not mind it. He stretched his limbs as he stood, and smiled as he looked at the beautiful scenery of her home. A few of the others who lived here smiled and greeted him as they passed, and he politely returned their greetings. He wondered where she had run off to, but figured she'd return eventually so he made his way down the hill towards the lemon grove. He didn't know why, but the smell of lemons was pleasant for him. He plucked a fresh lemon from its branch and bit into it. It tasted delicious at first, but then the taste changed drastically and he couldn't quite place it, until he looked down at the fruit. No longer was it an ordinary fruit, it was now filled with clumps of hair and teeth. He felt bile rise up the back of his throat and vomited up what he had eaten and dropped the lemon that was no longer a lemon. He felt even worse when he looked at the other lemon trees and saw that the bark had turned to flesh that was warm to the touch. He heard screams in the distance, probably the fruit farmers, but he could nothing but stand there quaking with fear.

   Skull Kid hated the smell of lemons. The fact that the apartment that he and Carlos were investigating was drenched in the stench of the cursed yellow fruit was enough to make Skull Kid want to show more emotion than he was accustomed to and run screaming for the hills. However, due to the deal he had been forced to make with the Lady to prove that he wasn't the one who killed Samuel and Camilla Stag by helping Carlos and Greyson find out who really did it. Didn't mean he had to enjoy any of this, but a deal is a deal and where he comes from, those who don't honor a deal usually end up with their innards on the ground and he'd rather not risk finding out if that same unspoken rule was used in this world.

   The apartment belonged to a woman named Wanda Cartwright, who had been in her mid-twenties, and her boyfriend, whose name could not be read from the lease because his handwriting was atrocious. There was no mystery about how they were killed, for Wanda, the poor girl, had been dragged pretty far down the kitchen sink pipe and the only part of her that was still visible was her legs from the knee down. Her toes were still twitching. Her boyfriend died in the same way, though instead of being dragged down a sink he had been dragged down the shower drain pipe and only his left arm was still visible.The only mystery here was, why were they killed? They had no connection to Stag or the Court, so why them? And why pipes?

End of part 7.
As a gentleman, it is my duty to wear top-hats.

Doktor Howl

Molon Lube

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


ThatGreenGentleman

   It was a dark and stormy night, as most nights were in Tucson towards the end of summer (because of the Monsoon season), and Carlos was having a terrible time of it. On most Saturday nights Carlos would be out and about the city looking for rumors and harassing the stupid, but on this night he found himself stuck in the sewers with Greyson, Skull Kid, a few flashlights and no nose plugs. This was the best alternative they could come up with to find the drain pipe monster since they couldn't shrink down to go get it (which wouldn't be very advisable even if they could for they had no idea what it looked like or what it could do, other than drag people into the pipes). After they walked for quite a ways they reached an intersection with three tunnels leading in opposite directions and they had two options:

1) Split up and cover more ground and save on time (Never go with this option. Reality isn't like a Scooby Doo cartoon, you fool).

Or

2) Stick together and search all three tunnels which will eat up a lot of time.

   Since they were crunched for time before the drain pipe monster struck again (and none of them had actually seen a horror movie to know the full consequences of splitting up when there's a killer on the loose*) they opted for #2 and went their separate ways. Carlos had been walking for a total of 20 minutes before he felt something watching him. It was another 15 before he heard a greasy, unpleasant voice beckon for him to come closer...

     Nighttime Fear found that the lemon grove was only the start of the madness to come. Time passed slowly like a trickle of water, and the screams never ended. When one died out another soon took its place. When She had come back, she was obviously different. The changes were subtle at first, but eventually those subtle changes had turned into a completely different being. No place was safe, except for the marshlands, but even there it was still quite dangerous. This time, however, there was no old woman with dark voids in her eyes. Instead, there were a few who had managed to escape her wrath and hide in the swamps. He thought he had finally made friends, but he was wrong. There were no such things as friends in a world like this...

   Skull Kid, even though he was currently walking in a smelly sewer, was happy. He felt like he was making friends, although Greyson seemed like a stiff character and Carlos claimed that he was only "friends" with people he could use, things were looking up for once (though the two corpses of the drain pipe monster's victims would disagree). He was lost in his thoughts, until he saw something he recognized and never thought he'd see again. It slithered a few feet ahead of him and he stilled instantly. The fact that it hadn't noticed him yet was a miracle, so he began to creep towards it ever so slowly before he snatched it up and it began to shriek and writhe in his clutches. Its thousand of tiny teeth bit hard into his flesh and its sticky flesh began to grow over his hand until he opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came out, only the sounds of static that grew louder and louder could be heard in that tunnel. When the slimy creature quieted down Skull Kid whispered to it "Show me the way to the nest" and set it down. It began to slither farther down the tunnel and Skull Kid followed it into the dark.

   Greyson was going to throttle the living daylights out of Carlos if they made it out of this alive, though their chances were looking rather slim at the moment. At this point in time, they were stuck to a wall that was covered in slime as were they (Carlos was stuck to it upside down while Greyson was right side up). From what Greyson had gathered from Carlos' incessant whining and complaining, the trickster had been put under one of the creature's spell and had no recollection of how he ended up there. As for Greyson, the creature's beckoning did not phase him, however there had been a swarm of them and they had somehow blanked out his memory of how he ended up there as well.
   Their current location seemed to be the nest as there were quite a few of the repulsive little things slithering about, adding coat upon coat of slime to the walls and ceiling. As Carlos was still complaining, Greyson took the opportunity to survey the area from the wall they were stuck to, and noticed something odd; a black door, covered in slime as well, that was wide open.

End of part 8.

*Carlos has actually seen a horror movie, but only once. It was the 1922 Nosferatu, but it had scared him so much that he never saw another horror movie again.
As a gentleman, it is my duty to wear top-hats.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

Ahhh excellent new installment! I'm happy to see it.
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


The Good Reverend Roger

" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

ThatGreenGentleman

   The slimy creature led Skull Kid to just outside of a large room, which was most definitely not man-made, covered in slime. Although they weren't in the room he knew Carlos and Greyson were in there because it was hard not to hear Carlos' whining about his suit being ruined and how Greyson didn't understand how expensive dry-cleaning could be. The creature looked at Skull Kid (well, not so much looked but more of turned towards him as its species doesn't have eyes) and gurgled while baring its teeth, "So how will you save your servants, ancient one? You can't possibly take on all of them at once." Skull Kid glanced at the creature before looking back at the room, "They're not my servants. And don't you worry about what I'll do. What you need to worry about is getting my message to Francine, and make haste or I'll put you in a stew." It gave a quiet hiss before slithering off, leaving Skull Kid by himself. What it said was true, he couldn't take on all of the slimy creatures by himself, he wasn't properly equipped. What he could do though was distract them long enough until Francine arrived with what he needed. That is, if the creature delivered her message in time. Taking a deep breath, Skull Kid stepped into the large room, while making the strange static noise, and walked until he reached the center. Once there, he sat down and when the creatures gathered around, ready to get him, he began to tell a story.

   Long ago, before this world was made, there existed another world that would become parallel to this one. In the other world, when it was still young, there lived only one being. There are many disputes as to what this being looked like, but the most popular interpretation of how it looked is that it was a being with two arms, two legs, a torso, and a giant eye for a head. The being roamed the world, looking for another living creature. It searched for centuries but never found one. One day the being thought to itself "Why am I searching for what I know does not exist?" as it sat beside a lake. As it pondered, it noticed a strange, new type of earth in the lake's water and it grabbed a handful of it. Noticing that the new earth was easy to shape, an idea dawned on the being. Why not make living creatures itself? Spending days and nights digging out the earth the being finally had enough to start crafting. It took many months to finish making them and when it was done it realized there was a problem; it could not give them the breath of life for it had no mouth. It began to weep for it was still alone after having spent so much time on the new creatures that stood still as statues. Someone or something must have taken pity on the lonely being for a gust of wind blew by and breathed life into the statues and the being stopped weeping. Looking at the new creatures it rejoiced for it was no longer alone. The joy was short lived, however, as the creatures soon ran in fright from the being. It pleaded with them to not run for it meant them no harm, they did not listen for they were young and could not hear it for it could not speak. Alone once more, but now lonelier than before, the being dug its way to the center of the world and made a loom out of stone to weave dreams where it would be accepted by the others. It weaved many dreams, but none were what it was looking for, so it threw the dreams up the hole it had dug from the surface and the dreams attached themselves to the creatures each night but were gone by morning. It is said that to this day, in that other world, this is how dreams come to be.

   When Skull Kid was done with the tale he noticed that even Greyson and Carlos were listening intently as well as the slimy creatures. He wished Francine would arrive soon for if he told too many stories a price would be paid, one that he can't pay, not yet. Nevertheless he continued onto the next one...

End of part 9.
As a gentleman, it is my duty to wear top-hats.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Anna Mae Bollocks

Scantily-Clad Inspector of Gigantic and Unnecessary Cashews, Texas Division

ThatGreenGentleman

   Skull Kid was growing weary. He was telling more than he ever thought was possible and it was beginning to show, at least it was to him. His hands were trembling and starting to unravel which was a bad sign. Still he pressed on and with the story of the end. If Francine didn't get there before he finished with this last tale it would be the end of everyone in the room.

   In the future, not the distant future, but also not the near future, the world will end. Not with a holy war between Heaven and Hell, not with the sun dying, and most certainly not with invading moon people. No, the world will end strange shadow creatures and with rains of fire and strange shooting stars racing across the sky and bombs and in some places a winter without end because there is no sun to warm up the earth. The end will be terrible and painful and everyone will go down kicking and screaming at each other and the human race and its gods will die. All will be forgotten and that is probably the saddest way for something with so much potential to end. The start of the end begins with a man and his son in a cemetery. The end begins with death.

   It's a quiet death, belonging to a woman who was married to the man and gave birth to the son. The man never got over her death and his son never questioned it, but he felt no loss as he did not remember his mother. The child allows his father a few moments of grief by wandering off into the cemetery. He doesn't go too far, but far enough to not hear his father's quiet crying. As he walks farther into the line up of mausoleums and crumbling tombstones the boy notices a strange wrinkled old woman with dark skin walking towards him. She has no eyes but he knows she is looking at him.

     "Dear boy, what are you doing all alone in this place of death?"
   He responds by telling the eerie old woman that he's here to mourn with his father.
     "How can you mourn someone you don't miss?" the old woman replies with a far too wide grin.
   It's what you're supposed to do he tells her in a matter of fact tone.
     "But you hate it, don't you." It's not even a question.
   The boy's face turns an angry red as he yells that he doesn't hate his mother.
     "You do, don't deny it. It's a sin to lie to the elderly."
   He no longer tries to protest.
     "Look here boy, if you're so desperate to prove that you don't hate her, let's make a deal." She beckons him closer so as to whisper.
   The boy leans in closely to hear her ever so quiet voice.
     "I'll give you powers beyond your wildest imagination, powers to bring back dear old mother, the power to do anything at all, in exchange for something with which you use to see."

   Young and foolish, the boy agreed. He thought she was going to take his glasses but he was wrong. The old woman grinned and he realized that it wasn't that she had no eyes, her eyes were black holes (like the ones in space) and he grew frightened. No sound was made as she took his eyes. All was quiet as the old woman stepped into the young boy's body through his empty eye sockets. Sound came back when the eyeless boy grinned.

   The rain of fire begins in Russia. Nowhere was safe, not even going under ground. When the fire touched the ground it burned right through it and kept going and going and going.

   In the United States midwest a dustbowl began to happen, except much worse. People were trapped in their houses for weeks because so much dust and dirt was blowing about. When it finally ended and the people came out of their houses. They soon wished that the dust and dirt were still in the air because a strange snow and chill began to fall all about them. The sun was blocked out by unusual clouds.

   In the south a '58 Thunderbird chased after gigantic shadow monsters with glowing blue eyes, and the people in the towns and cities stared at the sky as strangely colored shooting stars raced across the sky like children playing tag.

   An unknown bomb goes off in a town in Japan, only a man and his infant daughter survive but are stranded in the wreckage.

   Civilization soon begins to collapse as-"


   Skull Kid is interrupted as the pouches of salt explode in the air above him. The creatures begin to shriek in pain and slither towards the black door, hissing at the offender. Francine walks into the room with a smirk on her face.

   "Can't take my eyes off you boys for a minute and you get yourselves kidnapped by a bunch of slugs."

   The creature who had delivered the message slides off her shoulder and slithers to Skull Kid. "Where is my reward ancient one?" Skull Kid quietly looks over at Francine helping down Greyson and a complaining Carlos. They seem to be out of earshot. He looks back at the creature on his shoulder. "Your reward," he begins before one of his hands goes down his throat and retrieves the stories he has told, "Is that you'll bear the burden of these stories." It shrieks again and tries to slither away, but Skull Kid grabs it quickly and shoves the words into its mouth. The creature begins to unravel and trembles. "If you wanted something good you should've stayed on the other side."

   The creature continues to unravel until there is nothing left of it. The black door closes and disappears without a sound and no one remembers that it was ever there,except for a disappointed Skull Kid.

End of part 10.
As a gentleman, it is my duty to wear top-hats.

ThatGreenGentleman

   Jerald Andrew Velina, or Javelina as he was known among his peers, was running through a strange wood that definitely did not belong in Tucson. It had showed up out of nowhere and the humans didn't seem surprised by it, acting as if it had always been there, which was strange. Strange enough to warrant Javelina being chosen by the Lady to go and investigate it since Skull Kid, Greyson, and Coyote were in the sewers looking for the pipe killer. He wished he had asked Buffalo to join him, but now it was too late. Javelina stopped to catch his breath when he heard the sound of small feet hitting the earth getting closer and closer, as well as the childish giggles. Running once more, he chanced a quick glance over his shoulder; his pursuers were light on their feet and jeered at him with big grins plastering their faces. Fear seized his heart as he sped up. He did not like the glint in their eyes and the hatchets and rusty pipes in their hands.

   Suddenly, he fell. There had been more of them waiting to ambush him. Gathered in a circle around him, they began to attack him with baseball bats, hatchets, bike chains, and their faces became painted with a vibrant red. They cheered and shrieked in delight as his cries of pain began to die out. Like a pack of wild animals, once their prey was dead, they ran into the night with faces painted red, and warbling with cracking voices.

End of part 11.
As a gentleman, it is my duty to wear top-hats.

ThatGreenGentleman

(Holy shit, totally forgot about this what with senior year and all. Sorry about that.)

   Franny decided that she did not like clean-up duty. She might have, once upon a time, when it was just cleaning up the occasional greasy stain that might have once been a person, but now it was harder to pretend that it was just a mess. That it hadn't been someone who used to be living and breathing; that it hadn't been Jerald. She had been told by Greyson to go into the strange woods and recover Javelina's body before something else did.

   Standing there looking at Javelina's corpse, with a thousand yard stare, Franny failed to notice the nearby shrubs rustling. She was brought out of her thoughts when a bony hand, the skin stretched taut in a sickly manner, rested on her shoulder. Looking up she realized it was only Skull Kid. He had what she assumed to be an apologetic look on his face (although, on Kid it looked more like he was constipated and trying not to ruin a rug that had belonged to someone's Great-Aunt Margery) and they stood there for a while with the corpse.

   Eventually they began to move again. Skull Kid slung Javelina's body over his shoulder and Franny led the way out of the woods. All was quiet save for the laughter of children that could be heard on the wind if you listened close enough.

End of part 12.
As a gentleman, it is my duty to wear top-hats.

The Good Reverend Roger

" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.