#fact four. turkey's do not understand how cars work and they WILL jump in front of them.

[fallenclan]

oh! oh! i know how to do edit the save files! okay so first go into the saves folder, just called "saves", and scroll until you see a folder titled "Fallen". there'll be a bunch of files in it, ignore most of them except the one called "clan_cats"- this is where the cats are held! you can do a bunch of things here but most of them aren't relevant to getting lee into the clan- do CTRL + F to do a search function (if that doesnt work youre on a different type of computer than i am and i have no clue. sorry! D:), then just type in Lee.

there you'll see Lee, he'll have a bunch of words and stuff IGNORE THAT and change a couple things for him to join the clan:

"status": "loner" to "status": "warrior" (or elder, whichever you want, just keep it in the commas). this part is near the top, just like 5 lines down

line directly below status is "backstory"- i dont actually know what his backstory would be listed as but it doesnt matter bc you're changing it to "loner1" (keep it in the commas)

scroll like ALL the way down until you see the next character section, that'll be visible by the }, } bit- then look like 5 lines above that until you see "outside": true, set that to false instead (no commas for this bit)

and that should be it! if it doesnt work or you need more clarification D: sorry D: but hopefully its fine and then WHAM. lee has joined the clan (it wont have an event blurb about him joining btw) (it thinks he's been part of the clan like forever) (but thats fine probs) !!! - 🪶

PS: 5 bird facts please >:D

oh shit it worked. well. i guess Lee is joining the clan now

[ghozt1ng-blog]

Chapter 1 - Rescued from Boredom

It was the Monday before Thanksgiving and all Trick could do was glumly look around at the half filled classroom. So many people had already skipped town with their folks to visit with family or go on an early vacation. As usual, he had to stay put with his parents. Susan Brown’s work usually kept her occupied all the way to the night before Thanksgiving. It had been years since they even had a turkey! And without half the people here who made this high school semi-interesting, Trick felt like he was stranded on a deserted island.

    There was also the fact that his life was suddenly so normal again. So incomprehensibly and unapologetically boring! For Pete’s sake he had fought with supernatural monsters, helped solve a crime the FBI couldn’t, and defied his parents in the most epic way imaginable! Running off with a girl he barely knew to investigate a case handed to the most dubious and ill-fated division of the FBI, the Q Files. Thinking of which, Naomi was still not talking to him. Not that she was angry with him or anything; she just had a ton of other stuff on her mind and was busy getting three months ahead in her school work and polishing that already glowing application for her future university career.

Meanwhile, Trick was finally free from his recent grounding and the prank he had pulled a month ago was old news. Since then some people had tied egging him on to try the next big thing. He had declined. After solving a supernatural case and using all of his skills to dupe adults and teens alike, pulling a simple prank was beyond sophomoric. The very idea was freshmanoric! Yes, he was going to make that a new word!

He sighed and doodled in his notebook while his teacher presented a boring slideshow on the events leading up to World War II. Seriously, how could someone make one of the coolest subjects in history, the only event that anyone cared about since the American Revolution, sound so boring? The presentation was nearly as boring as his life had become in the last month. Trick had hoped beyond hope that Agent Conturbatio, often referred to as the Sphinx, would suddenly show up and tell him that he was needed for some new, dangerous investigation. But there had been neither hide nor hair seen of the strange man. Trick still couldn’t pin down from which show he had seen Conturbatio’s likeness before.

Now twirling his pen absentmindedly, Trick stared into the middle distance. He half wished that the pictures on the projector would suddenly come to life and interact with him. It was something like what some nut jobs had said had happened in Provo a few days back. But that was obviously a domestic terrorist attack. Not only had his mother confirmed it, but there had been word from the Department of Homeland Security as well. They had a lot of solid evidence in favor of their claims.

He jumped when he suddenly heard his name getting called. I’m not doing anything! He thought frantically. He then saw that his teacher was waiting with a student messenger. There was a note in her shriveled hand. He got up and accepted it. The old hag calling herself Mrs. Hudson glared at him as though he would transform the note into a bomb. If only I could do that. Then maybe this short week would actually be worth something.  

He was even more surprised to see what the note contained. It was a message from his mother that he was going to get picked up in an hour from the front office. He was excused for the day from the rest of his classes. He was going to meet with Agent Conturbatio for lunch and discuss something. It was all he could do to keep his jaw from dropping.

Startling the remainder of the class in their seats, Trick jumped into the air, pumped his fist, and let loose a whoop. “Yes! I’m back in business!”

Everyone started giving each other looks and then darted their eyes to the nearest exit. They all expected something really bad to happen. Fortunately for them, they were too boring of a lot for Trick to waste his time and considerable mental capacity on them. He then realized that the next hour couldn’t pass fast enough.

Naomi’s phone buzzed next to her computer as she typed up a report on the effects of different combustible fuels in cars and how they compared to the newest electronic and computer driven models. Mere child’s play for her; she could have a report like this researched and written to perfection in under twenty-four hours. She was even playing an episode Gravity Falls on a hidden window. That show really made her laugh. She would then switch over to an episode of My Hero Academia once she was done. It was one of the newest rising series out of Japan, and she was loving every bit of it. It was nice to have some privacy for her nerdy exploits, but right now someone was intruding on her personal time.

She raised an eyebrow when she saw who was calling.

“Agent Conturbatio, I thought my mother wanted to screen all future communications between us. Especially after what happened last month.”

“That’s all water under the bridge,” Conturbatio said airily. “I have something that I want to discuss with you.”

“You have piqued my interest,” Naomi admitted. “But can you please be quick? I have an essay to finish.”

“Is that Gravity Falls I hear in the background?”

Naomi flushed a little and answered, “It is. How do you know about that show? Don’t you have a job?”

“I love a good show that has a plot and mystery element that goes way over kids’ heads,” the agent replied smoothly. “In any case, I will be brief. There is a new case that I am taking on. One of the primary witnesses is a teenager, who most adults find hard to deal with. I was hoping that you and Patrick could come with and help mull things over with him?”

“That would be Trick’s area of expertise,” Naomi huffed. “I think you’ll be fine without me. Last time was fun, to say anything about it, but I am very occupied right now. I have a lot to get done before Thanksgiving.”

“I understand of course, but you see, Patrick knows how to talk to people, but you have a greater sense for more, um, technical things. And from what I hear playing in your room, I think you will have some good insight on this case. That is, if you know anything about fan-fictions?”

Naomi grinned behind her cell. “Of course I do. There is a lot I can tell you, and even more about the original source material.”

“There’s a good girl. I’m about to meet with Patrick to discuss the finer details of the case. I wanted to see if you might be interested as well. If so, would you be able to meet up with Agent Miles in half an hour? She’ll come over and treat you to lunch and tell you the particulars.”

Naomi wanted to groan. She wasn’t a fan of the woman, especially after she had been so condescending to her the last time they met. But she figured she should at least the bigger woman and swallow her pride. This case might be interesting, and it sounded like a free lunch after all. She took up the offer. Conturbatio hung up on his end and Naomi pulled out an energy drink.

“Alright. Let’s see about getting this done before Agent Miles shows,” she said, opening the can and then taking a deep drought. With some of this juice coursing through her veins, it should be an easy task!

Trick greeted his mother in the front office. As usual, she looked annoyed and very official. Once they were in and on their way she explained that they would be meeting up with Agent Conturbatio at Los Roberto’s, the only legit Mexican restaurant in twenty miles. The gray clouds overhead finally broke and let loose a soft rain. It was going to be a cold winter, Trick thought. As they drove along, he needled his mother for details about the case he was summoned for. He couldn’t help but let his excitement show through.

His mother gave him a sidelong glance and then sighed, “I’m not sure that you will enjoy this case that much, son. It’s not really your thing.”

“Are you kidding me?” he fired back. “I have been rotting at school for a month now! There has been nothing interesting! Nothing to stretch me! Not after all the craziness we went through. That was amazing. Real life is terribly mundane by comparison. Any case with the Q Files sound better than listening to Mrs. Hudson butcher the Second World War!”

Agent Brown shook her head and replied, “You don’t even know what you asking for.”

“But I do know! Don’t worry mom, this will be just fine. I am surprised that you agreed to this though. I thought you wanted me away from the Bureau from now on.”

“That is true, but Conturbatio made a pretty good argument for bringing you two in.”

“Two?” Trick asked, trying to keep the hopeful air out of his question.

“You and Naomi. You are both needed it seems,” his mother said grimly.

“Why’s that?”

“Because you are supposed to interview an insufferable, anti-social geek and learn everything you can about a curse he believes is stalking him and hurting others.”

Trick paled. This was not something he wanted to do. He could be around nerds and geeks at school. But spending large amounts of time with them beyond the school’s gates. Nope! He had the sudden urge to throw himself from the speeding vehicle and into the cold rain.