#and we're not undead so jot that down

[orfeolookback]

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[moonfurthetemmie]

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Written as several video transcripts (plus some more ‘normally’ written pieces), some strange disease has overtaken the manor. Only a few of them survive the initial outbreak…

Mercury tasks himself with finding a cure, but things are stranger and more dangerous than they first appeared. Even Jade and Obsidian, who shouldn’t be able to get sick, are infected, confined to their rooms…though not of their own choice. 

Where did this thing come from…?

Warnings:

Mushroom and disease-based horror

Mind control

Hive Mind-ish (Not a proper hive mind, but close)

Zombie-esque (Resident Evil vibes tbh. No proper undead, but it does feel like zombies)

A sprinkling of eldritch horror

It’s JMV so. All those warnings, or some flavor of those.

Kidnapping

Talking about murder

Manipulation 

Talking about Blackmail

Some mentions of rape

Self Sacrifice

Small mention(s) of suicide

The horror might be somewhat psychological so jot that down

Arson :D 

Homemade bombs go boom

Part 1

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Note, I may forget to link preceding and following chapters as they post. I have 3 brain cells and limited memory space. dwbi

June 7, 20XX

The video shows a short, round man with tan skin, in glasses and a red sweater. His curly brown hair is a mess, and he looks like he'd been running from something. There's a black mark on his neck; a tattoo?

Behind him is another man, younger, with black hair and even darker skin. He's pulled up the hood on his jacket, and is shaking.

The short man in the front moves his hand away from the side of the camera and takes a deep breath.

"Okay...Hi. Um...I'm Mercury. I'm..." he trails off, searching for words.

"...I'm the doctor here. I've been stuck with Obsidian for a long time, now. So has Jasper, back there."

He looks behind him at the man in the hoodie. Jasper looks up with a start. He takes a deep breath, and pulls the hood off his head.

"H..hello. I'm...the maid, I guess." Jasper pulls his sleeves over his hands. "We're...we're not here willingly, but that doesn't matter much anymore, does it?"

He laughs; a short, hysterical laugh, that's interrupted by a choked sob.

Mercury gulps. "Yeah..."

He turns back to the camera. "A few weeks ago, a stranger came to the manor. They were covered in these weird mushrooms growing out of their skin, but claimed they weren't hurting them. They seemed nice, but they got along with Obsidian, which was a bad sign from the start."

"The only people who get along with Obsidian are people just as bad as him, or who willingly get in bed with him," Jasper says from the back, shuddering.

"He wasn't the only one they were making advances on," Mercury continues. "They went after me, Jasper, and Zircon too.”

"They got this, like...really weird look when I told them I was ace," Jasper remembers. "Like they were mad. It scared me. They left, but I..." He shudders again.

"I never really thought they'd leave me alone. I've seen that kind of look enough times. But…Jesus Christ…"

Mercury sets a hand on Jasper's shoulder.

"Pretty soon they started being ‘friendlier’ with the others, too. The girls, and Silver, and even Jade; though Obsidian wasn't happy about them doing that. And then Koroit started acting weird. She'd had some apparent interest in Zircon for a while, and she was never shy about trying her luck, but suddenly she was being overly friendly with everyone. Even Jade, and they’d never gotten along."

"...And by the time the mushrooms started appearing on Koroit, she'd already infected Zircon and Silver," Jasper says. "Paraiba was infected sometime yesterday, we think. Jade and Obsidian are nowhere to be seen, but we know Obsidian at least is still here. If he’s here, Jade probably is too, somewhere."

"The stranger is still here, too," Mercury says darkly. "The others seem to be listening to them. We've heard them talking about a 'colony'. Expanding it. Growing. We're...we're going to try to figure out something to do. In the meantime, I...I felt like we should have some kind of documentation. There's already strange mold growing in the others' rooms, I'm not sure how long it'll take for it to spread all over the manor. We're going to need hazmat suits pretty soon."

"At least Paraiba managed to get some before she got infected," Jasper says, looking off to the side. "...We're going to need some kind of decontamination thing, too, aren't we?"

Mercury nods. "I'm already trying to figure something out. I want to reinforce the door first, though. It won't do us any good if they can break in."

Jasper takes a deep breath. "Okay. One of the closets nearby has a toolbox, I could probably grab it quickly before someone shows up."

"Good idea. Put one of the suits on anyways, okay? Just in case." Mercury turns back to the camera, and reaches out. 

The video ends.

[aliensubstance-011]

Band AU - Name minific!

There's a vote going on right now for Band Name suggestions! Please go vote or put in your own suggestions <3

Richie plucks idly on his bass as Ruth and Peter argue. He smiles to himself as he figures out a pretty good melody and jots it down on the notepad next to him.

"We're a band, we need a name!" Ruth waves her arms about, flopping dramatically onto the old sofa Richie is sad on, her legs flopping over the arm. Richie shifts away, wary of hitting her as he plays.

"Ruth, literally no one is going to hear us play, why would we need a name?"

"Except my Uncle." Richie adds unhelpfully, switching up the melody he plays- it sounds vaguely like the opening to 'Hayloft' by Mother Mother.

"Except Richie's Uncle." Peter concedes, leaning back on the box he's sat on that reads 'antique cocks'. There's a smaller note that reads 'Roosters. They're Roosters, Richie' and a small badly drawn penis in response.

"Uh, and your brother!" Ruth argues and Peter snorts doubtfully.

"I'd never let that happen"

Ruth groans dramatically and shoves Richie- he frowns as his tune is messed up and finally looks at Ruth.

"Are you not going to support me, Richie?! This band was your idea!"

"No it wasn't" Peter and Richie say at the same time, Richie slaps the wooden body of his guitar as Pete searches frantically for something wooden- he gives Richie the middle finger silently. Ruth laughs, distracted from the fact that they're technically ganging up on her.

"We could be the-" Ruth swings her legs, feet thumping on the side of the sofa rhythmically as she looks around the room for inspiration- she spots a pile of low-quality horror movies Pete wants to watch "The Haunted Undead!"

Peter makes a vague sound of disgust, crossing his arms.

"I agree with Peter- shit." Richie sighs, throwing his head back as Peter let's out a triumphant 'Hah!'

"That's just a rip off of The Hollywood Undead and has literally nothing related to us! It should be something like...Beyond Hatchetfield or something" Peter suggests.

Richie flips to a new page of his notebook and jots it down.

"My bad idea got you to suggest your own, though" Ruth says smugly "I thought you thought the band didn't need a name"

Peter splutters, trying to come up with a response, eventually giving up and crossing his arms with a huff as Ruth and Richie giggle at him.

The three sit in near silence for a moment (Richie is still riffing on his bass), thinking.

"What about 'The Undead Panic'?" Ruth suggests, and Richie goes to jot it down-

"What is it with you and the undead?" Pete shifts where he's sat and the box groans, "I'm 99.9% sure you can come up with a better idea"

"I'm 99.9% sure you're a dork" Ruth mocks "and also sat on a bunch of cocks" she wiggles her eyebrows and Richie and Peter both complain loudly.

"They're roosters!" Peter says, standing up abruptly, his face flushed.

"That box probably has rats in it too, there's this big hole in the bottom" Richie starts playing the bassline to 'Laughing Makes it Worse' as Pete sits on the arm next to Ruth's legs.

Ruth gasps "Ratsica!" and Richie stops playing. Peter and Richie turn to Ruth who looks over joyed, and starts spouting out various Rat-themed band names "69 Rats! Why, Rats, Why? The Home Rats! They might be fun, Rats!" Ruth cuts herself off, laughing hysterically at herself as she tries to think of more Rat band names.

"Ruth are you okay?" Richie presses the back of his hand against her forehead and her laughter dies down.

She breathes heavily, whispering a small "The Undead Rats"

Peter finally laughs at that one, patting Ruth's knee.

"What about 'The Witchwood Worms?" Richie leans forward to rest his bass on it's metal stand.

Ruth makes a little 'ooooh' sound and Peter nods. Richie jots it down.

Ruth shuffles across so her head is in Richie's lap, and lifts her legs for Peter to sit down. She shoves her socked foot in his face and he pinches the underside of her knee before settling.

"What about Hatchet Town?" Peter suggests, leaning his head on the wall behind the sofa. Richie immediately jots it down- it's catchy.

Richie's uncle, Paul, pops his head into the garage.

"You kids, uh, want any drinks?" He smiles awkwardly, giving a thumbs up at the chorus of 'no, thank you's

"Paul, do you have any suggestions for our ba-" Peter puts his hand over Ruth's mouth, yelling in disgust when she licks his hand and wiping it on his jumper.

"We don't need any name suggestions because there is no band happening here ever." Pete rushes out in one long breath.

Ruth's laugh is muffled into her own hand.

"Oooookay." Paul nods, looking as confused and concerned as ever. "I'll leave you three to it."

The door clicks shut, and Peter flicks Ruth on the nose. She sticks her tongue out at him in return.

"Thinking of a name is actually kind of fun" Richie admits- "even if we don't need one" he placates at Peter's hurt look. Peter rolls his eyes- sighing in the way he does when he knows he's lost an argument. Ruth does a silent fist pump.

The three start brainstorming.

[insomni-snacc]

Mx. Shoggoth, I Presume? Actual part 5

"New Orleans is mankind's greatest achievement." One of the kids, Reggie, said in a daze as the group was rushed past what might have been the fifth strip club you had passed. You were trying desperately to keep the group moving as you speedwalked through the den of sin known as Burbon Street. Why the school had decided to put you up in a hotel in this part of town was beyond you, but you silently thanked every deity you could think of that no one in the group was old enough to fully utilize the facilities downtown. You'd already confiscated two fake IDs, no one was taking a single step into those buildings on your watch.

Those crazy hormonal teenagers would just have to live with their imaginations. You shuddered at the thought, reminding yourself that you had been young and stupid once, too.

Speaking of young and stupid…

Beetlejuice only fit half the description, but you were solidly prepared to rein him in just as much, if not more, than the students. The spirit in question was practically vibrating with excitement, flitting between shop windows like a kid in a candy store. You didn't miss the way he looked at… certain establishments.

You nearly choked when you realized he was carrying a notebook, jotting something down every once in a while as you all walked through the streets.

"BJ." You commanded him a bit like a bad dog.

Snapping out of his reverie, he sauntered obediently to your side. "What's up, doll?"

"Ah…" you snapped out of it and looked for a lame excuse. "Just wanted to make sure you're sticking with the group." Beetlejuice was an adult, ghost, whatever. He could do what he wanted. So long as any inappropriate activities happened FAR away from the kids, you really had no right to tell him what to do.

You were just jealous. You couldn't fault him for that, it wasn't his problem.

"Ooh! We're here!" He perked up, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the doors to the hotel. You two made quick work of checking everyone in, making the rules VERY clear, and getting your room key.

"Alright, we're on the same floor as all of y'all. If I hear anyone sneaking into another room, or smell smoke," you sent a pointed look to Lydia "or hear anyone trying to commune with another demon, there will be consequences!"

"Another demon?" A girl in overalls squeaked.

"Yeah, Sky, a demon other than the one haunting this very hotel." Lydia smirked, leaning in and gazing at the girl with hooded eyes. "I heard one guest left here screaming just last night. Evidently, her shower water had turned to boiling blood!"

"Heh… the good ol' blood bath. Classic." Beetlejuice reminisced under his breath, nudging your shoulder as the poor girl started hyperventilating. "I used that one on ya once. Week two, right?"

You rushed to Sky's side, making sure her condition didn't leave her dead of fright. "Don't worry, if there are any spirits here they've never killed any guests. I honestly checked." You gave her a reassuring smile, "the worst thing you're gonna find here are your classmates, and maybe the kinda iffy free breakfast." Still smiling, you turned towards Beetlejuice and Lydia. "And if any of you do run into any trouble with the paranormal," your smile widened to a frightening degree, "I'll banish them to the goddamned netherworld, myself. Understood?"

The 'paranormal' and his friend gave you a shaky nod.

"Great. Now!" You spun to face the students. "It's like 11:30, so how about some sleep? A few of us are going to try and beat the crowds at Cafe Du Monde before y'all have rehearsal. If you wanna join, be down in the lobby, bright eyed and bushy tailed, at 7:00. G'night!"

And with that, everyone went to their separate rooms. You practically threw yourself in the bed the moment you opened the door, ready to get as much sleep as possible before your early morning shenanigans. You had worn sweats for the flight, so you didn't even bother changing before snuggling up under the covers. You had nearly dozed off when you felt another weight sink into the mattress. Confused, you rolled over to find none other than Beetlejuice - now back to his usual undead appearance - laying next to you in nothing but a pair of striped boxers and a ratty t-shirt.

"Uh… correct me if I'm wrong, but we've lived together for months and I've never once seen you sleep. Is this really necessary?"

Not that you minded the view. But, frankly, that was the problem.

The view you were admiring let out a tired groan. "Keeping up a transformation all day is exhausting. Sorry, babes, but you're stuck with me as a bedmate on this trip. Most folks would kill to be in your shoes right now," he said with a languid stretch, letting his t-shirt ride up and giving you just enough to look at to--

You averted your gaze. So much for a good night's sleep.

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