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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 17, 2016 13:11:42 GMT -5
In the suburbs of Void City lies Rainy Thicket, a quiet little community where the citizens of Dimensional Island lived in peace. On an island so strange, it seemed like a normal, unsuspecting town. Clean streets lined with cozy little houses, well-kept lawns and picket fences, where children played and friends gathered on their porches. To the people who called this island home, it was a little patch of heaven in an otherwise crazy world.
But like everything on Dimensional Island, not all was as it seemed in Rainy Thicket.
Many residents were wary of the house at the end of Cedar Street. It was a small, old, broken-down house, unoccupied for decades. It was believed by many to be the former home of an inventor and his young daughter, both of whom disappeared unexpectedly. Few would dare approach the house. Those who did would often recount seeing shadows on the walls... the TV turning itself on and off... objects moving by their own accord... Those brave or foolish enough to venture inside rarely came back out the same.
Some believe these phenomena to be mere superstition or paranoia. Others believe that something still inhabits that house.
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Post by ryocker on Jul 17, 2016 13:22:01 GMT -5
As night fell upon the thicket, A lone figure stood upon the roof tops, hidden from no-one thanks to the shining full moon up above. He wore a hat with two eye holes, the hat itself unable to go past his bulbous nose. His lanky limbs waved on the wind, the man looking down toward the supposedly haunted abode.
"So, that's the place with all that tech, right?" he asked. A device hidden in his hat buzzed.
"Sure is, Jack. I don't know how you managed to fall into another dimension, but thank goodness we still have contact."
"Hush the lip, Wings," he groaned. "I need to get in there, grab whatever looks pricey, then get out, right?"
"Affirmative." Jack grinned, holding up a wand with a hand. With a single flick, it stretched long and far, grabbing the roof of the house as the stripe wearing thief hopped off and swung toward the entrance. With no-one around to guard it, he figured going in through the front door wouldn't hurt.
Landing on his feet and retracting the rest of the wand, he gripped the door handle, turning it.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 17, 2016 13:48:45 GMT -5
If one were to look to one of the house's windows, they would've noticed a faint glow inside. Said glow was constantly flickering, shining in slightly different colors and hues every time it came back on. Accompanying it were soft noises, just barely audible over the nightly lull of chirping insects and whistling wind, not to mention the dull static emanating from the source of the disturbance.
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But as soon as Jack turned the doorknob, generating the tiniest of squeaks, the house grew dark and quiet. Not to mention cold. So very, very cold.
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Post by ryocker on Jul 17, 2016 14:14:01 GMT -5
The man shivered, looking around. "Who left the freezer on," he whispered, walking in.
"Well, they say paranormal activity can make a place really cold..." Wings suggested. Jack just furrowed his eyes.
"Great... not MORE of those stupid things," he sighed, his hand leaving his weapons pouch. "I hate the way ghosts disrespect me." The transmission shut off, the man looking around for some kind of downward stair well. "If I were a secret lab, where would I be..."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 17, 2016 14:32:11 GMT -5
Oh no... Not again... Not another intruder...
It was bad enough that people kept breaking into the house for no apparent reason. It was starting to feel commonplace, but it didn't make the encounters any less nerve-wracking. But this guy was scary, and at a quick glance, he seemed much tougher than the rowdy teenagers that usually barged in. This was very, very bad...
Listening to him mumbling... it only made it worse. He was looking for something. He was looking for Daddy's lab!
The front door swung all the way open, slamming against the wall. Cabinets shook, decorations rattled, furniture shuffled across the floor...
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Post by ryocker on Jul 17, 2016 14:43:21 GMT -5
He jumped about five feet in the air, his his almost hitting the ceiling. "What the heck?!?" he growled, pulling something from his small pouch. It appeared to be a miniature bomb of some variety.
"Don't, Jack!" the man on the other side scolded. "We've already established your weapons can't effect ghosts- That's Aroma's territory!" The thief gritted his teeth, growling as he kept walking through the home. The miniature bomb between his fingers puffed into a proper sized glowing orb, throbbing with each second.
"D-don't try nothin, Spectre," he growled, looking around. "I'll drop this bomb right here in the house if you interfere!" Of course, the bomb generated an energy frequency that made most buildings immune to it unless it was set off by a support beam or a wall riddled with cracks- but how would she know something like that? He just wanted to find the lab, grab some loot and get out. Everything else was a secondary issue.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 17, 2016 14:52:37 GMT -5
Almost immediately after the threat was made, an unseen force yanked a lamp off its perch and threw it at the back of Jack's head. Shortly following this was decorative basket. Then a series of coasters. Then some books. Then a side table. Soon enough, there was a swarm of household items flinging themselves at Jack. Just about the only thing not flying around haphazardly was the couch, which was being loudly dragged across the floor in the direction of both Jack and the door.
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Post by ryocker on Jul 17, 2016 15:03:58 GMT -5
The second things started flying, Jack tore off through the house, putting away his bomb and pulling out a hammer instead. He whacked away a few of the incoming household objects, others barely grazing him, and still others beaming him all over. "OW! Would you freaking stop!" the striped man growled, effortlessly jumping the couch (his shoes gave a gentle glow) as he ran into the next room, likely the kitchen.
"Look, I like being here as much as you like me here, but I ain't leaving until I find what I'm looking for! So either help me out, or get out of the way!" he growled, batting away another piece of debris. "Wings, analyze already!"
"How?! You're in another dimension- through a freaking portal! I'm lucky to get a reading on your vitals right now!"
Despite being eyeholes on a hat, his whole mask and eyes shifted to a cartoonish, angry expression. "Where's that freakin lab-?!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 17, 2016 15:17:44 GMT -5
Upon setting foot in the kitchen, chairs starting flying across the room or scooting along the floor in an effort to trip Jack. Drawers flew out of the counter, slamming into either him or the wall, spilling their contents. The cupboard doors flew open, various plates, bowls and glasses gathering like a storm cloud of glass and ceramics.
The dishes were launched at Jack simultaneously, propelled by a small, pale, severely scarred girl who hovered in the center of the room, screaming at the top of her lungs.
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Post by ryocker on Jul 17, 2016 15:30:32 GMT -5
Jack wobbled a bit when one plate beamed him on the head, but it only made him growl louder before swinging the hammer. Not long after that, an ear pounding cream rattled his ear drums. "GAAAH!!! STOP THIS SCREAMING, QUIT IT, QUIT IT!!" In a fit of anger, Jack held his hammer up, the head magically resizing to a much beefier shape, an image of a stone on either side.
The Earthquake Hammer.
"JACK! DON'T YOU FREAKING DARE SWING THAT THING-!"
"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, HUH?!? THIS KID WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
"PUT ME ON SPEAKER!"
"WHAT?!?"
"SPEAKER, NIMROD, SPEAKER!!!"
His spare hand went to his ear, clicking a few buttons on the device. "Excuse me! Hey! Miss ghost! I'd appreciate it if you'd stop harassing my partner!"
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 18, 2016 9:53:27 GMT -5
"GET OUT!!!" Promptly ignoring the voice, the wailing ghost girl continued to throw everything she could at Jack. She manipulated chairs in a chaotic dance, she created a tornado of dishware, she even levitated the knives out of their drawer and started flinging them at the intruder. She had to get rid of him. She had to keep Daddy's stuff safe!
"GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!!! LEAVE US ALONE!!!"
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Post by ryocker on Jul 18, 2016 11:33:59 GMT -5
"WOULD YOU SHUT UP FOR A FEW MINUTES?!?!"
Jack's hammer seamlessly blocked the knives, the thief growling. "Look!! I came here to find some crap, okay?! When was the last time anyone even came in here, a lot of the stuff in this house's lab may not even properly work! If I go in there, check to see if anything's salvageable, and find out there's nothing that can be sold, I'll leave the house! No strings attached," he sighed, still trying to defend against her onslaught.
"If you really don't want us taking anything, then fine! Jack only steals from unoccupied areas anyway!"
"Well, it's not really stealing if no-one lives there," Jack offered.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 18, 2016 11:48:49 GMT -5
"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOO!!!"
The whole house started to shake as the ghost girl's shrill screams intensified, a blinding, fiery aura surrounding her tiny form. She threw her hands up, the objects at her command increasing in velocity, while a potent psychic force knocked Jack off his feet and back into the living room.
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Post by ryocker on Jul 18, 2016 12:08:42 GMT -5
"Holy-!" Jack just barely managed to recover mid-fall, landing his feet before jumping out of the way of the airborne appliances. Frantically avoiding everything she chucked at him, he eventually found an off looking door near the stair well, opening it up and getting inside. "Yeesh... She's violent," he offered, putting the device back to its normal setting.
"You are intruding, you know," Wings offered, Jack groaning. He finally opened the door, his hands up.
"Alright, alright, you win!!" he sighed, walking out. He made his way to the doorway, his posture oddly relaxed. "I'm leaving, forget whatever's under the house, forget this lab, forget the jazz inside there. Enjoy your time here, alright?"
By this point he was five feet from the front door, still walking toward it. "Yeesh, what's so important down there you'd kill people to protect it," he muttered, not expecting her to hear him.
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Jul 18, 2016 12:28:54 GMT -5
"JUST GO!" the ghost shouted after storming into the living room, throwing a few more items at Jack for good measure. It was hard to tell, but it almost looked like there were tears in her hollow eyes. "JUST- JUST GO AWAY!!!"
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