#the scooby gang indeed

[5bi5]

Matching pants <3

[armyofpsychictrashcans]

Why is shaggy hot

Mystery Inc. but it’s the 1890s

Who had late Victorian Scooby Doo on their 2024 bingo card? Hmm?

The idea came to me when I was thinking about Sherlock Holmes and then remembered the iconic mystery solving gang hehe

[wonderrot]

hi! i don’t know if you write for spike (btvs) but could you maybe write dating spike hcs? sfw & nsfw?

hi my lil crow <3! i do most certainly write for our favorite lil bad boy spike, i hope you enjoy <3!

XOXO, CHESHIRE — depressingly this is shorter than my one with angel but that doesn’t mean that i don’t love him any less! i just literally ran out of headcanons at the moment cause my brain stopped working whoops! i could always expand upon him on a later date like i can with angel.

WRITING WARNINGS: lovely fluff, some hints of angst thrown in because of our beloved troublesome tortured poet and some nsfw content as well!

alright let’s state the obvious about our favorite troublesome poet : he will write tons of poems about you. his favorite topic to write about would be about love, at least i headcanon from his former human life, and so when he finds himself enthralled with you, you become his center focus in his beloved artship.

even if you do not like poetry, still please be supportive of him especially when you learn why he doesn't write his poetry as often as he used to when he was human. you see, in my personal headcanon, william (his human self of course) had been seen as too soft for a man as he liked the more feminine oddities such as : poetry, flowers, jewelry, fashion, and baking. mind you, this is all my personal headcanons as to why he was seen as soft.

so this vamp would adore you so so much more if you were to let him be himself and perhaps show interest in the oddities that he likes. obviously he would be the most supportive of you but if he was super supportive of you and didn't receive any back, i feel like he’d be put off of you despite how he feels towards you.

if you are an artistic soul like he is, spike would proudly marvel over your art — no matter how melancholy it might appear to be. he would goat about how his partner is the best at (insert your craft(s) here) and it would get to the point that the whole scooby gang would in-synchronicity claim "we know!" which would turn him into a blushing stuttering mess as he tries to play it off that he doesn't talk about your craft(s) that much. he contradicts himself sometimes as we all know.

he is the definition of a badass with a good soft heart. y'all get stuck out in the rain? he`s sacrificing his good leather and placing it over your head as he moves the pair of you underneath something where you would be dry and then y'all can watch the rain fall down upon sunnydale in a pretty lil art form. anyone happens to look at you in a wrong or potentially harmful way? spike is throwing hands with his vamp face out to scare them halfway to death before he even touches them. he`s a little protective over you, that`s all.

he’s obsessed with your touch. he’s severely touch deprived even if he doesn’t show it — please show him that he is capable of love, one that doesn’t surround around the madness of the woman who he believed to have been his soulmate before you came into his life. the man would be so touchy with you in private, especially if you did any hobbies of his that he loves — meaning baking of course! he would wrap his arms around your middle and use his hands to help you with anything you need for baking. definitely the type of man to put you on his feet and the pair of you penguin waddle together to put the trays in the oven for whatever you’re baking.

speaking of him being obsessed with your touch … time for a lil bit of nsfw 😈

spike is definitely a switch with a bratty sub lean, i mean literally just look at this vampire. he tries to act like a badass who is known for causing trouble over the years and yet if you play your cards just right you can turn him from a brat into your precious boy, but that takes a while. i tend to headcanon that even though drusilla loved him in the way she did, she never got to have him this way, and spike only trusts you to show this side of him. despite the trust, he will indeed make you work for it like i said previously. but you know how to handle your troublesome boy and how to practically turn him into a puddle with your mere touch overtime.

he’s definitely a mean service dom though when he is in a the dominant state of mind. man loves to torture you and deny your orgasms left and right only for a few turns though and then sends you over the edge quite a few times after that. he turns you into a total mess for his own pleasure but the aftercare is spectacular fr!

his version of aftercare is ; cleaning you up with a towel while smothering you with kisses all over as soon as he wipes down each and every spot upon your body, then he goes and gives you a drink (whether water or your favorite soda or alcoholic drink or maybe a blood bag if you’re a vampire like him — y’alls choice!) before he goes off to fill up a bath with the rainbow colored child bubbles that he found at the store the other day, and then he carries you in there once the bath is all filled. then he goes on to wash your body and hair for you while making sure that you’re genuinely alright with whatever occurred during your time together, then he asks you for whatever you want or need — his beloved flower’s wish is his command that he wishes never ends.

[elizabethemerald]

Inside the Mystery Machine

I was inspired by @emmakubert 's art on the gang on the way to another mystery. I particularly liked the conspiracy board on the wall. I hope you enjoy this!

Interviewer: Max Stevenson: I’m here interviewing Mystery Inc, the group of young adults who managed to solve the Mystery of the Blair’s Haunted Mansion. So tell me, what inspires a group such as yourselves to solve crimes like this? 

The group is gathered around the open back doors of their vehicle, dubbed the Mystery Machine. 

Fred Jones: Well we don’t usually go out of our way to solve crimes, we want to solve mysteries. 

Daphne Blake: Yeah, it just turns out, a lot of the ghosts and creepy things are just creepy guys in masks. 

Velma Dinkley: Through the use of complex technologies, smoke and mirrors, and more than a little gullibility from the locals, they can pass themselves off as something truly haunted. 

Shaggy Rogers: Like, I’d prefer we not solve crimes or mysteries at all, but these things just happen to us.

Scooby-doo: Ruh-huh. Real rary ruff. [Uh-huh. Real scary stuff.]

I am momentarily blown away by their dog, Scooby-doo responding to my question. 

Me: You have a talking dog?!?

The group seem immediately dismissive, even the dog rolls his eyes.

FJ: Oh we’ve done a dozen interviews about Scooby already. Yeah, he can talk. Some things are just like that.

The group seems ready to leave, Blake and Dinkley already beginning to pack their belongings into the van while Rogers has gathered what looks like the entire pantry from the Blair Manor. Jones keeps his attention on me, but clearly looks like he is finished speaking on the matter. However, I am still interested in speaking with them. Looking around quickly I settle on the van they are packing. 

Me: Before you leave, I’m curious about your van, you travel around in it, correct? 

FJ: Oh yeah! She’s my baby! We’ve all worked together to fix her up, and keep her functioning. 

I can practically see the excitement from Jones to discuss the van in depth. The others are also more interested. 

Me: Why don’t you tell me all about her? With the four of you living in the van, do things ever get crowded?

Blake and Dinkley open the back doors wider, while Rogers continues packing away the food into a cabinet built into the side of the van’s wall. 

DB: Not really, we keep the back pretty open so when we stop for the night we have plenty of space for an inflatable mattress. 

FJ: And if we need a little more space we have the front two seats as well. 

Blake laughs and Dinkley giggles. 

VD: Freddy usually sleeps up there, he likes to keep watch to make sure nothing sneaks up on us. 

FJ: It’s come in handy a few times!

SR: It sure has Freddy, though Scoob here will wake us if anything bad happens. 

Me: It looks like the interior is pretty heavily modified, you even have a kitchen back here?

They do indeed have what appears to be a mini kitchen built into the wall. There is a single burner stove top, a mini fridge, and several cabinets. 

DB: Well Shaggy, this is your area, why don’t you explain?

SR: You know man, eating properly on the road is hard, so we gotta do what we can. The fridge and the rest of the lights inside run off solar panels that Velma installed. I usually try to prep a couple of meals whenever we stop in a new area so we have stuff as we travel. 

VD: The biggest problem is keeping this glutton and Scooby from eating it all!

The others laugh and Rogers smiles. Doo laughs and has a quite tall sandwich in his paws which he then eats in one gulp. The rest laugh like this is expected. 

FJ: Next up we have the armory! Daphne and I put this together so we would have all the trap things we could need to catch a crook or a spook. We’ve got ropes, nets, some projectors of our own, a jar of soap to make things slippery. 

Me: Freddy, you don’t actually have any weapons in your armory?

FJ: Please call me Fred. Freddy is for if we’re dating. 

Me: O…k…? 

DB: We have one weapon! I have a bat I keep in the front just in case someone tries to mess with us.

FJ: The thing is, we’re not monster hunters, or even like crime fighters or anything like that. We’re mystery solvers. 

VD: We could carry silver weapons, or salt, or holy water, or whatever the local rumors might say will banish or harm the ghoul of the hour. But again, most of what we face are rich weirdos in masks. All of that would be a waste, and we would already have to replace the holy water whenever it expires. 

SR: Holy water expires? Does it lose its holiness or does it like go stale? 

VD: Uh, it stays as holy as it was before, but it loses potency. But again, would be useless against like 67.3% of those we face. 

Me: Wow you sure know a lot about holy water.

DB: That brings us neatly to the next section of the van! 

FJ: Yeah Velms! Show em the library. 

Jones has come to lean on Blake’s shoulders while Dinkely blushes. 

VD: Yes I suppose our library is my brain child. 

She climbs into the back of the van to show a modest library opposite the rack of ropes and trap equipment. Several of the books look to be older than all of us combined. 

VD: These are books that I have gathered during our adventures. 

FJ: snickers You mean stolen! 

VD: Borrowed! I borrowed them! 

DB: Babe, i think borrowed means you plan on returning them at some point. 

VD: Anyways! While most of the mysteries we solve end up being caused by some land owner annoyed that he has to pay property taxes, or that he can’t legally exhort even more money from the local underprivileged persons-

DB: Your inner Marxist is showing again.

SR: I’m mean, she is right.

VD: As I was saying before these hooligans interrupted me, there is a small portion of the mysteries we encounter that are truly paranormal in nature, and having literature on their nature is invaluable, hence our collection of supernatural tomes. Of course, my actual library is here on my tablet in e-reader format. 

DB: And if you had a choice the whole van would be filled with books and we would have to sleep on the roof. 

SD: Rit’s not so rad. [It's not so bad.]

VD: And if you had your way, we would all sleep in one big bed at the Ritz!

FJ: Last up for the van tour is our map! 

Jones points to what can only be described as a combination conspiracy board and map of the country. There are red strings going every which way, newspaper clippings, and thumb tacks all over the place. 

DB: All of us work on this together. We don’t want to drive from one end of the country to the other chasing mysteries without a plan. 

VD: Daphne and I work together to track and verify rumors and stories that might be related to mysteries that might need our investigations. 

DB: Freddy then adds in the places we need to go to maintain the van, gas stations, pit stops, shops and stuff. 

FJ: My dad gave me a big atlas in case I ever ran into car trouble. 

VD: Then Shaggy adds the spots to maintain us, like food stops.

SR: And like, not haunted spots. We gotta relax sometimes, man.

SD: Rot that rit ralways rorks. [Not that it always works.]

SR: That’s true, sometimes mysteries just happen around us even when we aren’t searching for them. 

VD: Then I put it all into an algorithm to chart the most efficient path. This way we can get to as many mysteries as possible without having to put unnecessary miles on the van or stress on us. 

Me: Wow you really are a news worth bunch. So, Daphne, Velma, do you ever feel like you don’t have any privacy while traveling with the boys? 

The two women look at each other, confused. 

DB: Why would we need privacy? 

FJ: Hey gang, if we want to make our next stop by sundown, we should head out soon. 

Rogers finishes settling the food in the kitchenette and Blake and Dinkley clamber into the back. Doo runs around to the front of the van to sit in the passenger seat while Jones takes the drivers. 

SR: Like, thanks for the questions, man. See ya! 

Truly the members of Mystery Inc are an intrepid lot, and there are a few mysteries about the members themselves that still remain to be solved. Max Stevenson, signing off.

[coraniaid]

AU: Gwendolyn Post is either not evil, or decides to play the long game instead of going straight for the magic glove.

Okay ... let's say Post was still kicked out of the Council for (mis)use of dark magic, but she knows that if she's careful it will take the Scooby Gang a while to figure that out. Indeed, we know Giles hasn't thought of asking the Council for confirmation of Post's claims, and we also know the Council don't plan to actually send a replacement Watcher for Faith. The Council won't visit Sunnydale at all until the events of Helpless, and it's not as if Giles seems to discuss Faith's need for a permanent Watcher with Travers in canon.

Post initially was in town just for the glove, but she reconsiders after she talks to Faith in the motel and realizes the potential she represents. Before knocking Giles out and trying to kill Angel, she hasn't really done anything suspicious at all. So when Giles calls her in to his office and tells her they have a plan to destroy the glove she came all this way for, Post tries her best to look pleased and quietly finishes her tea. Faith and Xander still decide to take matters into their own hands, but the library is empty when they arrive looking for weapons. So rather than splitting up they both head to the mansion, where they run into Angel and Giles and Post. Post is [as in canon] a bit nonplussed to realize that Angel is a vampire (and she's even more surprised when she realizes he's that Angelus), but she sticks with her new plan and (between Giles and Post telling her it's all okay), I don't think Faith is quite ready to attack Angel in front of witnesses. Privately, after the glove is taken care of, Post tells Faith she understands her concerns and admits she didn't realize Angel was a vampire ("Mr Giles' choice of allies are quite utterly unfathomable to me"), but she praises Faith for her good judgment in coming to her Watcher for orders before doing anything rash (they both know, of course, that this isn't what Faith was doing at all, but Faith is more than willing to persuade herself she was if it will win her the approval of her newest surrogate parental figure).

With no big fight or falling out at the end of Revelations, Buffy thinks things with Faith are still going well, even if Faith is angry about her hiding Angel. But behind the scenes, Post has worked out by now that Faith's ties to Buffy are the only competition she has, so she pretty quickly gets to work undermining them as much as she can. Wondering out loud why Giles seems so willing to bend the rules for Buffy and whether Buffy realizes just how dangeous Angelus is, dragging Faith out of town on private training exercises, doing whatever she can to play to Faith's (painfully obvious) inferiority complex. By Amends, when Buffy invites Faith over for Christmas, Faith really isn't lying when she turns Buffy down because she has other plans. (Post invites her over to her house for the first time that Christmas, and though they both find the experience pretty awkward for their own reasons, Faith is moved enough to talk about Diana, who she wasn't good enough to protect, and to try to pretend she's not crying when she promises "Gwen" she won't ever let her Watcher down again.)

Post is almost caught off-guard when Giles talks to her about Buffy's upcoming Cruciamentum [I think the charitable take is that Giles -- and all first time Watchers -- didn't know about the Cruciamentum in advance either], but she agrees to take Faith out of town so she won't cause any problems. Of course, she's smart enough to realize that the game is pretty much up at this point -- no way Giles isn't going to mention her to Travers at least in passing, even if the Council haven't brought a real replacement Watcher yet -- so she decides to make the best of it. Once she and Faith are set up in wherever they've gone for training, Post (while pretending not to know when Buffy's birthday is), does her best to look serious and concerned for her Slayer's well-being while she warns her that as Faith's birthday is coming up soon the Council might be planning to subject her to the Cruciamentum ("a primitive and outdated practice that of course I will have no part in ... though I fear Mr Giles is something of a traditionalist in these matters").

What Post is really hoping for is that they get back to town to find Buffy dead and for Faith to be too furious and heartbroken to do anything but blame Giles and completely refuse to listen to anything the Council tells her ever again [Post wouldn't mind if she took care of Quentin Travers either; she never really cared for him even when she was really a Watcher]. She wasn't expecting Faith to immediately rush back to Sunnydale and arrive just in time to rescue Buffy and her mom from Zachary Kralik, but it all works out pretty well anyway. Giles is fired, so he's no more of a Watcher than she is now, and if Travers starts going on about some supposed thefts and a few cursed rituals she might have been caught doing it's not as if either of the Slayers are going to take his side over hers. Of course she's prepared to bend the rules if it means saving people and stopping monsters. Why, she's just proved that. She doesn't even mind too much when Faith and Buffy start patrolling together again. Maybe Buffy's angry enough at Giles that she'll listen to her over him. (That part doesn't last, sadly for Post.) But Faith is done with the Council, now -- she's not going to let them take her powers away, and she's not going to listen to Wesley for a second. She doesn't need an official Watcher anyway. She's got Mrs Post, and Mrs Post has her back. She saved Buffy's life, didn't she?

That being said, Bad Girls plays out a lot like it does in canon, at least at first (Faith might not listen to Wesley, but if Gwen thinks it's a good idea to look for Balthazar's amulet...). Faith still accidentally kills Allan Finch, and she still freaks out, but this time she doesn't just dump the body and try to convince herself she's made the problem go away. She dumps the body and then goes to see her new mom Watcher, who she knows will be able to make the problem go away. And Mrs Post knows exactly what to tell Faith: she shouldn't feel bad about killing some random interloper, she's a Slayer and accidents happen and it's not as if he were some paragon of virtue. Why, it's quite possible he was in league with Mayor Wilkins, who they've just learned is working hand in hand with vampires, so Faith probably did the right thing by killing him. It's a shame she couldn't do a better job of hiding the evidence, but ... well, perhaps Post was expecting too much of her. She knows Faith prefers hanging out with her friend Buffy to training properly, after all. No wonder the two of them got into trouble without proper supervision. ("It's quite unfair, isn't it, that Mr Giles is planning to cover for his Slayer and put all the blame on you. I don't know how he can countenace the thought of shipping you off to England to be tried by the Council, which ... oh. Didn't Buffy warn you about that, Faith? Well, perhaps she didn't know.") By the time Wesley's Council friends arrive, Faith and Gwendolyn Post are long gone. Boats leave from the docks everyday, after all, and the world is full of vampires to kill and dangerous (and valuable) magical artefacts to secure for safe-keeping. And maybe Mrs Post doesn't have a cool cursed glove that can shoot lightning, but she's got something better. She's got a rogue Slayer who'll do whatever she wants her to do, no questions asked, and all she has to do in exchange is occasionally pretend to give a damn about her.

[0pawprint0]

All the autographs I got! The only person on my list I didn’t get was Matthew. His lines were long throughout the whole con. But I got a picture with him and he complimented my Shaggy cosplay, so I still consider it a win! He was super kind.

The Hazbin gang were all so sweet and talking to them was so much fun! They all seemed to love my Sir Pentious cosplay! Erika even asked for a pic to show Alex. He didn’t respond while I was there, but he’s a very busy person, so I get it completely ^^

I nearly cried when I got to meet Rob. I have looked up to him for so long and it was so amazing to finally meet him. He was as wonderful as you’d expect. It was super hard to choose which poster for him to sign because he plays so many characters I love. I ended up picking Donnie because TMNT 2012 is my favorite version and I never see anything for it. I was telling him about how even some of his super specific roles like Eric from The Little Mermaid 2 have stuck with me and he gave me a hug! He also addressed me in Donnie’s voice and knew how to spell my name without me even needing to tell him! Most people don’t spell it right. He also complimented my cosplay and asked me how to make it and everything (I was Sir Pentious that day). It was such a good time. I would talk with him all day if I could. I unfortunately didn’t get a picture with him because I didn’t have enough money (things tend to go wrong when I’m trying to save money and I had to pay to fix some things the month before fhfhfhdn). But I’m hoping to see him again one day and next time I will get a picture!

Grey was so fun to talk to! She actually had her hair put up with a pin to look like Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender), another character she plays. She excitedly addressed me as Shaggy (the cosplay I was wearing that day), telling my sister and I to "throw Scooby Snacks at any monsters you see!" and told us not to unmask anyone :’) she’s so silly and fun I love herrr! She gave us a hug, too! Frank was super nice and loved the poster my sister brought for him to sign (she got it from an artist at the con) and he even did Scooby’s voice to us!

My sister is a big fan of Cameron Monaghan, so we went to his panel. She was able to get a pic and autograph with him, too! I don’t have the pictures with her because I don’t think she’d want me to post her face here lol.

I didn’t get an autograph from him because of money, but I also got to meet Johnny Yong Bosch! He’s most known for Ichigo from Bleach, but what I was excited for was talking to him about Danganronpa (he is Hajime and Rantaro)!

This is my haul I got from comic con (excluding the things that came with my ticket). I did, indeed, come home with 4 Miku figures. But one was free! Because at that booth it was buy 2, get 1 free.

I also got a Neighthan Rot doll for fairly cheap (they go as high as $70 online). Tbh a Monster High doll is the last thing I expected to get at a con, but I’m pretty down with it lol. Especially because it’s in great condition and still had his journal!

For the Harry Potter sticker and pin, we got those for free at a free Harry Potter trivia we went to because HP is my sister’s favorite book series. She also won a book she doesn’t have! It was like a Dumbledore side story (note: neither of us support or like Rowling as a person. She did not get any money out of us, as this was free).

The mushroom sticker was given to me by an artist as I passed their table! Their info is there on the sticker if you’re interested in their work!

The stickerssss! They make me so happy. There was so many more this artist had that I wanted, but I didn’t have the money for it, unfortunately. I got Ciel, Sebastian, Grell, and Undertaker (Black Butler), Bill, Stan, Wendy, Dipper, Mabel, and Waddles (Gravity Falls - they didn’t have Soos or Ford rip), Craig and Tweek (South Park), Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel), Stolas (Helluva Boss), Rampo (Bungou Stray Dogs), and Amaimon (Blue Exorcist).

This stuff came with my ticket! I LOVE the poster!

I didn’t get these, but I thought they were really funny.

Post 2/2

[girl4music]

Healthy codependency.

That’s a really good way of putting it.

I often talk about how codependency depicted in this show is bad or negative surrounding the characters of Willow, Riley and even Xander. But codependency in itself is not bad or negative. There is heathy versions just as there are unhealthy versions. And yes, despite how much I can’t stand the way the Scoobies treat Buffy sometimes, she’s definitely better off with them in her life than without them. And vice versa of course.

The main problem I have with Season 7 is really how they don’t consider this even half as much as they used to even though it’s the season where they need to work as a team the most. I mean the ‘father figure’ starts to act like your average Council Watcher again and a lot is taken away from Buffy and Giles’ dynamic because of it. The intelligent nerdy girl and best friend is suffering with her own self-control issues and therefore can’t be as useful as she probably wants to be to the Slayer. Plus their relationship is in shambles following the events of Season 6 and doesn’t get properly reconciled. It’s sort of just skimmed over as a “necessary” requirement to the final plot. And as for Xander… well… perpetual victim mode is just something that never really seems to change for him and as for how that informs his relationship with Buffy… well, let’s just say he deserved to say what he did in ‘Empty Places’ as much as I hate that episode.

I don’t know. They’re all just sort of ‘Scooby Gang but less’ in this final season. They’re so distant and empty. It’s not enjoyable to watch. It’s frustrating because everything just feels forced rather than natural. The organically built significant character interaction just isn’t there between really any of the main characters and because they bring in a load of other characters (the potentials) that may be the focus of the season but don’t really get proper development either, it all plays out like one big chaotic mess. But not like the way it does with Season 6 - which the point is for it to play out like one big chaotic mess for the sake of the main character’s representation and development (both negative and positive). In other words: it feels unintentional and therefore unnecessary. Like the writers didn’t know what they wanted to do but because it was the season to end off the entire show, just did what they thought might be entertaining and compelling but, to me, ended up being anything but.

Yeah, Buffy is one of the greatest superheroines ever. But only when they they knew what they were doing. And I’m not convinced they always did. Still, it’s a hell of a lot better than what we get today with female superheroines - which as you’ve pointed out - may as well be cardboard cut outs given the lack of emotional vulnerability they display on screen.

You’ve got to hand it to Gellar - she definitely knew how to portray a very relatable and human superheroine. And you can see how she was stronger for it, not weaker. That is indeed the problem with depiction of “feminism” on TV today. Which is why I just turn it off. It is not inspiring or motivating to watch. It’s fucking insulting. Well-written characters have layers… depth… nuance. They fluctuate because real people fluctuate. They’re flawed because real people are flawed. Females characters in particular get shafted of all of this characterisation because it’s “feminism” written by people who don’t know or understand how important keeping the balance is.

Sure most of it is because of how she’s written. But Gellar understood the assignment. I just wish they ended the show the way they began it. As a family. You have the parallel shots of Buffy, Willow and Xander walking off side by side together and Giles staying behind and making a witty comment about how “the Earth is doomed” with this rag-tag lot in ‘The Harvest’ and ‘Chosen’ which is meant to be as a tribute to how far they’ve come but that they’re still the same as they always were and it just doesn’t land in the same way because of how much they’re NOT “together” in it. Other people might think that that’s a satisfying conclusion to a wonderful character-driven saga but I don’t feel it because it’s contrived. I like the idea. I like the message. I just don’t like the execution of it all.

[laura-the-yellow-cat]

MSA X Scooby-Doo and the Witch's Ghost Chapter 8: Customers are in horror and shock at Shaggy and Scooby eating foods, The rest of the Mystery Teams ate Restaurants/Meets Daisy’s Descendant of Sasha, Other Descendant of Marlin/Tourists are not good for many hours of 2 Ghosts, they have given up and out of locations

**A woman gasps and the customers in horror, as the people in the restaurant are looking at Scooby and Shaggy eating like a bunch of pigs, John, Jaxson with other mystery teams eating some food, John and Kirby are eating Roast turkey, as Jack returns, bringing them more food**

Jack: **laughs nervously** I never seen anything like this. Are you at least tasting my food?

They nod and swallow the food in their stuffed mouths

Shaggy: It's the best food we ever had.

Scooby-Doo: Delicious.

John: Looks good, Right kirby?

Kirby: **cute noises** (Yep) **eats one piece of roast turkey**

Jaxson, Josh and other mystery teams: Indeed

**Scooby and Jaxson drinks the tomato soups and then the man runs out of the restaurant in disgust as the gang arrives**

Daphne: So, how's the food?

Starla: Yeah?

Shaggy: Pretty darn good.

Velma Dinkley: Is there anything left in the kitchen?

Laura: or not?

Sarah: Indeed

Jack: I'll be right back, guys. I'm gonna make a run at the market.

**Jack then leaves**

Fred: It's getting dark, guys. Let's go see if that "ghost" is gonna make an appearance

Maisy: Yeah, it getting dark outside

Shaggy: Like we loved to. But we haven't had our dessert yet

Scooby-Doo: Yeah, yeah

John: Me too

Kirby: **cute noises** (Me three)

Josh, Jaxson and Other Mystery Team Members: Us Four

Daphne Blake: Okay, but after you're finished. Meet us at the puritan village

Laura: Yeah

Sarah: I agree

Lewis, Vivi, Mystery, Arthur, Daniela and others: Yep

Velma: Ben's already gone ahead.

Matilda: and Flik too

Shaggy: Great! Like if the ghost gets there. Just start screaming without us

John: So kirby, what you would like dessert?

Kirby: **cute noise** (Apple Pie)

John: **kind laugh** okay, kirby

**Scooby and Jaxson tries to eat the chicken leg from Shaggy and he dodges Scooby and Jaxson's bite on the chicken**

Shaggy: Hey!

Josh: Don't do that

**At night, we see many people in the puritan village**

Tourist 1: Come on, we've been waiting here an hour. The ghost is a no show.

Tourist 2: Maybe she'll show up in the concert tomorrow.

**Then they all leave except for the gang, mystery teams and girls' clue club team**

Ben: Too bad. I was going to have a little chat with my ghostly ancestor. I wanted to ask here where she'd hid her journal

Flik: Yeah

Daphne: Boy, Ben seems to be pretty obsessed with that book.

Starla: Oh my goodness, I guess you both are right about that

Fred: I'll say

Laura, Sarah, Lewis, Arthur, Daniela, Vivi, Mystery, Cera, Maisy, Ecole, Mike and others: Yep

Ben: We should all leave too

Flik: Yeah

Daphne Blake: We should give it a chance, Ben, Flik

Starla: I agree

Marco: Yep

Fred Jones: Yeah, it's probably a hokey bedsheet with a wire or something. This could be funny

Lewis: Or not

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Web: Clarimonda (The Spider) ""Die Spinne" reads like a Web statement, and like a statement it can be hard to parse what's really happening from the perspective of someone who is actively being mind-controlled. As such, who or indeed what Clarimonda is is extremely ambiguous. We know that, at the beginning of the story, she had already mind-controlled three people into hanging themselves from the same window in the same hotel room on three successive Fridays, and that a spider was found on or near all the bodies.

When the narrator moves into the room in order to investigate, she appears to him as a pretty woman in the flat across the street and slowly takes control of him. He compulsively watches her through the window and imitates her actions, believing at first that she is imitating his as a kind of Simon-Says-like game. Over time he realizes what's really happening to him and goes into great detail about his helpless terror. At one point he calls for help in a moment of lucidity, and afterward she makes him cut the telephone cord. His account concludes with him writing down that he has imitated her in the tying of a noose and is trying to focus on writing because he knows what will happen the next time he looks at her."

Non-Avatar: Mystery, Inc. (Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated) "For pretty much their entire teenage and early adult life, the Gang is surrounded by at least an attempt at the supernatural. In more and more frequent cases though, they toil with genuine supernatural threats (Zombie island, Witch's Ghost, Alien Invaders and Mystery incorporated primarily.) In Mystery Inc, they literally go up against their own version of a fear entity, (literally called the evil entity which is point for point the Web fr) and they end up being forced to stop an actual fear apocalypse, and succeed, to which they end up going back to simply business as usual. through their adventures, literally all the do is tussle with either people pretending to be monsters of literal monsters, cryptids and supernatural entities, and they seem to be pretty good at dealing with them"

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Beware The Beast From Below

The gang was celebrating their victory in the dimly lit cell of the Crystal Cove Police Department. Vitus cheered, "Another mystery bites the dust!" while Scooby joyously exclaimed, "Yeah, celebrate!" Y/n added, "It's official we are the best mystery-solving team ever."

However, Sheriff Stone abruptly interrupted their joyous moment, his badge gleaming under the light of the station. "Better idea," he growled, shutting the cell door with a resounding thud.

Fred, feeling frustrated, retorted, "Aw, come on, sheriff." But Sheriff Stone's stern demeanor silenced him. "Just cork it. Do you see this badge? Know why it's here?"

Vitus's voice echoed through the cell, "It came with the shirt?" Sheriff Stone retorted, his face stern, "It's here because if there's a crime, I solve it."

Y/n, with a tinge of sarcasm, questioned, "When have you ever solved a crime?"

Sheriff Stone, his hand on the cell door, responded, "Oh, and by the way, I've called all your parents, who, by now, I've got on speed dial." He leaned closer to Fred and Y/n, his voice dripping with sternness. "Oh, say hi to you Dad, the Mayor for me will you"

The room fell into a tense silence as Sheriff Stone exited with a firm stride.

Damien, unable to contain his discontent, leaned on the cell bars and sighed, "Just once, it would be nice if someone thanked us for solving a mystery."

Fred offered a small smile, attempting to lighten the mood. "Good thing we're not in this to be liked."

Outside Crystal Cove Spook Museum. Vitus is a tour guide for a group of Crystal Cove tourists.

Vitus addressed a group of Crystal Cove tourists with a bored tone. "Welcome to the Crystal Cove haunted tour," he began. "I'm your ghoulish guide, Vitus" he continued to recount the town's eerie history. "The first documented case of the curse of Crystal Cove dates back to 1630 when a garrison of Spanish conquistadors mysteriously vanished from the harbor."

The female tourist couldn't help but express her fear. "Oh, that is so scary!" she gasped. "Where did they go?"

"What part of the word 'mystery' didn't you understand?" he said, his voice tinged with a touch of annoyance. Vitus nodded, "Indeed, the curse struck yet again in 1765 when an entire town of missionaries met the same mysterious fate."

His voice carried a hint of intrigue as he continued, "For a while, things were relatively calm until 100 years later when Cletus Darrow discovered gold and renamed the town Crystal Cove."

he paused for effect, reveling in the growing tension of his audience. "Many believed the curse had been lifted until one Halloween when the entire Darrow family vanished without a trace." Vitus played a tape of a family screaming

"Moving on" Vitus led his group of tourists into the museum's exhibits, his voice echoing through the expansive hall. "Since the disappearance of the Darrow family, Crystal Cove has become a hotspot for paranormal activity," he said.

He gestured towards the monsters, where ancient artifacts from past mysteries were displayed. "You might recognize some of our more famous visitors," he continued. "Ghostly deep sea diver Captain Cutler, the enigmatic Miner '49er, the mischievous Charlie the Haunted Robot, and last but not least, the terrifying Space Kook, not me"

A male tourist suddenly exclaimed, "Oh! How frightening!" The female tourist, equally spooked, added with a shiver, "Oh! Absolutely blood-curdling." "Not really," Vitus interjected calmly, causing the tourists to turn towards him with curiosity. "They all turned out to be fakes." The tourists gasp and talk amongst themselves

"Yep." Vitus spoke with a smile on his face "Captain Cutler was just some guy who was hijacking boats. Miner '49er's real name was Hank. Charlie belonged to Mr. Jenkins, who thought it would be easier to run an amusement park with a crazy robot. And Space Kook? Oh, don't get me started! Ooh!"

Angie and Dale Dinkley, Vitus's parents, cover his mouth "Thank you, Vitus. Well, that concludes the terror-ific tour." Dale stated. "Don't forget to stop in at the haunted snack shop for souvenirs and your complimentary undead sipper cup." Angie encouraged.

As the tourists ran off Angie chided Him "What do you think you were doing" "Are you trying to destroy our business" complained his Dad exasperated Vitus said, "I was just being honest." " Those were isolated incidents in Crystal Cove's otherwise-unblemished supernatural past of hauntings and paranormal happenings." said Dad "That's Your generation's belief, not mine. In my generation, we only got one thing on our minds"

In Jones Mansion. Fred is tying his ascot while looking in the mirror and Y/n is sitting on the bed.  

"Solving mysteries and building traps," Fred replied, his voice tinged with happiness. "That's two things." Mayor Jones annoyed, "You know what I mean, Dad. We all just want answers. Is that wrong?" "We're helping people Dad what's wrong with that?" Y/n said trying to defend her brother. 

"Fred Y/n. The Mayor's kids are supposed to set an example." Fred, feeling misunderstood, sighed.  "I'm trying, Dad. Just yesterday, I entered one of my traps in the district science fair. And while it didn't exactly fit the scientific criteria"

Mayor Jones placed a hand on their shoulders "I just don't want you kids to make a mistake you'll regret."

"You mean like making a bad trap?" Fred spoke confused "No! Life is not all about traps. It's also about...

At Rogers Mansion. Shaggy and Scooby have a giant stack of pancakes they are putting things on.

"Pancakes. And bacon." Scoob said "And sausages, and orange juice." Shaggy continued They took turns feeding each other. Paula Rogers chimed in, her voice filled with concern. "Don't forget to chew," she reminded her son.

Colton Rogers added, "And breathe."

Shaggy, his mouth full, replied, "Mmm. Thanks, Mom and Dad."

Scooby mimicked his sentiment, "Yeah. Thanks, Mom and Dad."

Paula crossed her arms, Colton's brows furrowing. "Your mother and I are worried about this mystery phase you're going through. We're not saying find new friends, we're..."

Paula finished his sentence, "Yes, we are. Find new friends

"Oh, you guys have got nothing to worry about, man. Me and Scooby always play it safe. If there's danger," Shaggy said nonchalantly "We run fast. Really fast." Scooby reassured "And as for our friends, if you guys just gave them a chance, you'd see"

In Blake Mansion. Daphne is sitting with her parents, Nan and Barty Blake.

"The gang is misunderstood. We're just solving mysteries. All the kids are doing it." Damien objected "No, they're not." Nan and Barty snapped

"And what about this Fred Jones? Certainly, there must be other boys." Nan Stated annoyed "Not like Fred. He's, like, one of those geniuses that no one understands until they're dead. He sees things differently, and he wants to catch those different things in his traps." cooed Damien

"Honey, we just want you to go on to have a rich career, like your sisters." Barty points at Daphne's sisters standing by Daisy, Dawn, Dorothy, and Delilah.

They heard a honk and Damien looked outside "Oh, that's Fred and the gang. Gotta go. I don't wanna be late for school! Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! Bye, Daisy! Bye, Dawn! Bye, Dorothy! Bye, Delilah!"

In The sewers. Three workers are using jackhammers, except for 1 worker, who was unabashedly slurping a strange green slush from a cup.

Deep beneath the streets of Crystal Cove, three sewer workers were going about their usual maintenance routine. The air was damp and musty, filled with the echoes of dripping water and their footsteps.

"Hey, you sure you guys don't want any of this Fruitmeir's smoothie?" Worker 1 called out to his colleagues, his voice bouncing off the curved walls. "Oh, it's delic-" His words were cut short by a sudden yelp as he unexpectedly stumbled through what should have been a solid wall.

The dust settled around him as he picked himself up, bewildered. "What the whozit? Which one of you broke that wall?" he demanded, looking accusingly at his fellow workers.

Worker 2 held up his hands defensively. "Wha- we barely touched it."

As the trio peered into the darkness beyond the crumbled wall, Worker 3 ventured a guess. "Is that another sewer?"

"Impossible!" Worker 1 scoffed. "There's only one sewer, and we're in it- unless..."

Worker 2's eyes widened with excitement. "...We've broken into another dimension?"

Rolling his eyes, Worker 1 retorted, "No, idiot. We've busted through to one of the old Crystal Cove caves."

Curiosity piqued, and the workers ventured into the newly discovered cavern. Their flashlights cut through the gloom, revealing a sight that made them pause - a stack of barrels, oozing an eerie green substance.

Worker 2, ever the bold one, approached a barrel and attempted to twist off its lid. When it wouldn't budge, he knocked on it twice. To everyone's surprise, the barrel shifted slightly.

"Huh? I think there's something in there," Worker 2 said, his voice tinged with both excitement and apprehension. "What should we do?"

Worker 1, seemingly oblivious to potential danger, pointed out the obvious. "Well, it's pretty clear, isn't it? Those are radioactive symbols- meaning whatever's inside is dangerous." Then, in a moment of questionable judgment, he added, "Meaning we need to open it right away. We don't want whatever's in there to mess up our schedule."

With a sense of foreboding, Worker 1 held up his flashlight while the other two pried open a container with crowbars. The metal groaned as it gave way, and Worker 2 leaned in for a closer look.

"Hey, I think I see someth--" His words transformed into a blood-curdling scream that echoed through the chamber.

In the confined space of the cave, growls and screams reverberated, leaving the fate of the workers unknown. Whatever they had unleashed in their careless haste was now free, promising to bring chaos to the unsuspecting town of Crystal Cove above.

The Mystery Machine rolled down the road, its vibrant paint job catching the sun. Fred and Damien occupied the front seats, with Fred at the wheel. Scooby's head hung out the passenger window, tongue flapping in the breeze. In the back, Vitus, Shaggy, and Y/n sat comfortably

The Mystery Machine rolled down the street, its occupants unaware of the chaos about to unfold. Inside, Vitus turned to Shaggy, his brow furrowed in concern. Y/n on her phone turned away from Vitus and Shaggy.

"Why didn't you text me last night? I waited up for you," Vitus asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Shaggy swallowed his mouthful of food nervously. "Um, like, me and Scoob ordered a pizza, and then we just fell asleep watching a Vincent Van Ghoul movie."

"Okay, apology accepted," Vitus said, his expression softening. He playfully walked his fingers up Shaggy's chest. "But I still missed you..."

Suddenly, Vitus grabbed Shaggy's shirt, pulling him close with puckered lips. Shaggy made a sound of confusion and discomfort, gently removing Vitus's hands.

"Not here, Vitus-- not in public, what if Y/n see" Shaggy pleaded.

"Why? Damien, Fred, and Y/n are going to find out sooner or later," Vitus countered.

"I'm not worried about them!" Shaggy explained. "It's Scooby-Doo; he's my best friend. I wanna break it to him, like, gently. I'm just waiting for the right time!"

"How about now - hey, Scoob-" Vitus began, but was abruptly cut off.

A manhole cover suddenly rocketed into the air, followed by billowing green gas. Fred slammed on the brakes as everyone shrieked. The projectile narrowly missed the van, embedding itself in the pavement. Y/n jumped into Vitus's arms scarred.

A fierce growl echoed through the air as it thickened with green mist. A shadowy figure emerged from the sewers, growling viciously. Damien screamed, diving across Scooby to roll up the window just as the creature's hand slammed against it.

The beast, with glowing green claws, suddenly shot out a radioactive-looking substance. It grabbed the Mystery Machine, shaking it violently as everyone screamed in terror. Then, as quickly as it attacked, the creature dropped the van and stalked off, disappearing into the shadows.

"Like, what was that?!" Shaggy whimpered, his voice quavering.

Fred, his eyes wide with excitement, declared, "It looks like a mystery to me, and I think that's just a little more important than school!"

The gang sat in stunned silence, their hearts racing as they tried to process what had just happened. Another adventure had found them, whether they were ready for it or not.

The gang cautiously made their way through the damp, musty tunnel that connected the sewer to the old Crystal Cove caves. Fred led the way, his flashlight beam cutting through the darkness, revealing glistening walls and uneven ground.

As they ventured deeper, the air grew thicker, filled with an unfamiliar, acrid scent. The beam of Fred's flashlight suddenly caught something unusual, causing the group to pause.

There, not far ahead, stood three large barrels. They were coated in an eerie, green substance that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. Each barrel bore a familiar yet ominous symbol - the trefoil warning of radioactive material.

Exchanging wary glances, the gang slowly approached the barrels. The green ooze dripped slowly down their sides, pooling on the cave floor. The sight was both fascinating and unsettling, prompting a mix of curiosity and caution among the friends as they drew nearer to investigate this strange discovery.

The gang crept through the dimly lit cave, their footsteps echoing off the damp walls. Vitus, ever the observant one, knelt to examine the Barrels scattered on the ground.

"These are military," he muttered, adjusting his glasses. "From the oxidation, probably 30, or 40, years old."

Damien, feeling adventurous, pulled out a second flashlight and ventured a few feet from the others. His beam of light caught something shiny lying on the object floor. He scooped it up, excitement building in his chest.

"Hey! Fred, I found something!" Damien called out, his voice bouncing off the cave walls. Y/n came over to see the strange object.

As she examined the magnifying glass-shaped object, "It looks like a locket" Y/n said her fingers accidentally pressed something on the side. It popped open, revealing a sepia-toned picture of a boy and girl inside. A tinny melody began to play, filling the eerie silence of the cave.

Fred hurried over, his eyes lighting up at the potential clue. "Could be important. Good work, Damien!"

"Thanks, Fred; you're so sweet--" Damien began, but when he looked up again, the blonde had already dashed off to investigate further. "It's okay...we can talk--later," he sighed to himself. y/n patted Damien on the back "he does appreciate you" Y/n got on her tippy toes and gave Damien a quick kiss on his cheek.

Meanwhile, Scooby sniffed around curiously, while Shaggy picked up one of the discarded worker's hard hats. Suddenly, an unsettling dripping sound reached their ears. Fred swung his flashlight upward, illuminating a horrifying sight: three workers, mummified and cocooned to the cave ceiling by sickly green slime.

Scooby's terrified howl echoed through the cavern, sending shivers down everyone's spines. The mystery had just taken a dark and dangerous turn.

Outside the sewer opening, the Crystal Cove Police Officers quickly cordoned off the area with yellow tape. Paramedics hurried forward with stretchers, their movements careful and deliberate as they approached the victims. The workers, still encased in the mysterious green substance, were gently loaded into the waiting ambulance.

The gang stood nervously at the edge of the crime scene, watching as Sheriff Stone approached with a scowl on his face.

"All right, you see what happens when you kids stick your noses where they don't belong? People get cocooned!" the Sheriff bellowed, his mustache bristling with irritation.

Shaggy raised his hands defensively. "Like, man, we found them like that."

Damien stepped forward, trying to explain. "Sheriff, there was a monster-"

"Quiet," Sheriff Stone cut him off. "From this point forward, this is a crime scene and future tourist attraction. Stay out of it." Y/n looked at Sheriff Stone like he was crazy "You not seriously going to make it a tourist attraction for all we know that monster has killed three people"

Vitus rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "I got his 'stay out of it' right here."

Fred, ever the leader, attempted to take control of the situation. "Let me talk to him," he said confidently.

Damien nodded, relief washing over his face. "Don't worry. Fred will make him understand." Damien pulled Y/n into his arms she sighed cuddling into Damien "Let's hope so" Y/n said worriedly

But to everyone's surprise, Fred had other plans. While the others were distracted, he managed to steal one of the cocooned bodies. He quickly made his way to where Shaggy and Scooby were waiting by the Mystery Machine.

"Shaggy, start the car," Fred commanded, his voice low and urgent.

Shaggy's eyes widened in confusion. "Wait. I thought you were going to talk to him."

Fred shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "He wasn't in a listening mood."

Vitus jogged up to them, an impressed smirk on his face. "So you stole a body? Rockin'."

Without further discussion, Fred heaved the cocooned body into the back of the Mystery Machine's. The gang exchanged looks of excitement and trepidation, knowing their investigation had just taken a turn into dangerous territory. As they piled into the van, the sound of Sheriff Stone's angry shouts faded into the distance, drowned out by the roar of the Mystery Machine's engine.

" So what do you plan to do now Captain" y/n said to Fred. " Don't worry Sis. I know just who can help us."

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the stuffy classroom of Crystal Cove High School. Professor Emmanuel Raffalo stood at the front, his back to the sea of disinterested faces as he scrawled "photosynthesis" across the blackboard in neat, looping handwriting. The chalk squeaked occasionally

Professor Raffalo surveyed his class with waning hope. "All right. Who can tell me what photosynthesis is?" he asked. A flurry of hands shot up, but before he could call on anyone, he added wearily, "And please don't say 'plant farts.'" The hands dropped just as quickly as they'd risen.

Suddenly, the classroom door burst open. Fred, Vitus, Damien, and Shaggy stumbled in, lugging a bizarre, cocoon-wrapped figure. "Professor Raffalo?" Fred panted. "We need your help."

Chaos erupted as students fled the room, their screams echoing down the hallway. Raffalo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Couldn't you kids have waited for break?"

Ignoring the commotion, the gang laid out their strange cargo. Raffalo, his curiosity piqued despite his exasperation, pulled out a stethoscope and began to examine the cocooned body.

Shaggy gulped nervously. "Is he...?" Y/n continued " he's still alive right?"

"yes," Ruffalo assured her. "He's alive. But he appears to be in some sort of dehydrated stasis. I don't quite know what that means, but I'm guessing it's temporary."

As the group huddled around the mysterious figure, Scooby-Doo wandered off, his nose leading him to an enclosure box housing a squirrel. His eyes lit up at the sight of a small bowl. "Mmm. Scooby Snacks," he mumbled, reaching in to snatch the treats. The squirrel, enraged at the theft, let out a piercing screech.

Back at the examination, Damien pressed for answers. "Do you know what could have done this?"

Raffalo frowned, deep in thought. "The cocoon material looks organic, but I'll need to do further tests."

Behind them, unnoticed, Scooby yelped as the angry squirrel launched itself at him in a flurry of fur and claws.

Raffalo suddenly looked up, suspicion dawning on his face. "The sheriff okayed this?"

Fred's laugh was a touch too high-pitched as he hurriedly ushered the group towards the door. "Uh, of course, he did. What, do you think we stole a body? That's-- that's rich. Ha ha."

As they filed out, leaving a bewildered Raffalo behind, Scooby stumbled after them, his fur ruffled and his dignity in tatters from his squirrel encounter.

The gang found themselves in the cheerful, pastel-colored interior of Fruitmeir's, the latest sensation in Crystal Cove. The air was thick with the sweet scent of desserts and the rubbery aroma of balloons. Franklin Fruitmeir, the eccentric owner, his fingers deftly twisting colorful balloons into shapes.

"Welcome, everyone, to Fruitmeir's," he called out with infectious enthusiasm. "Remember, it's not ice cream. It's not yogurt. Would anyone like a shrimping boat made out of circus balloons?"

Vitus furrowed his brow, staring skeptically at the green concoction in his cup. "I don't get it. All this fuss over-- What is this stuff again?"

Before anyone could answer, Shaggy and Scooby bounded over, a tray piled high with mounds of the mysterious green dessert balanced precariously between them.

"You heard Franklin Fruitmeir," Shaggy said with a grin. "It's a secret! That's why they call it--"

"Fruitmeir's!" Scooby and Shaggy chorused, before diving face-first into their treats.

Y/n spoons some of her Fruitmeir's dessert "Here have some of mine Vitus" You spoon-feed Vitus some of your dessert then clean the right side of his face that had a bit of Fruitmeir's dessert on it.

The sound of their enthusiastic slurping and smacking filled the air, drawing amused and slightly disgusted looks from the other patrons. The rest of the gang watched in a mix of fascination and horror as their friends devoured the green soft-serve with gusto, leaving them to wonder just what made Fruitmeir's so irresistible – and whether they wanted to know the secret ingredient after all. Has the gang left Fruitmeir

Fred's eyes lit up with excitement as he pondered their latest mystery. "Hey, you know, if that cocoon does turn out to be organic, we might have a real honest-to-goodness monster in Crystal Cove."

Vitus, ever the analytical one, chimed in, "My guess? The cocoon is a multicelled mutation, probably a result of radiated allotropes and free radical implosion." He turned to Shaggy, a hint of affection in his voice. "What do you think, Shaggy?"

Shaggy, oblivious to Vitus's tone, grinned sheepishly. "Uhh, I think I want more Fruitmeir's!"

"Yeah, me, too!" Scooby chortled, and the duo darted back into the restaurant.

Damien, noticing the interaction, approached Vitus curiously. "Vitus, is there something going on between you and Shaggy?"

Vitus's face flushed as he quickly denied it. "No. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Why would anything ever be going on between me and Shaggy?" He stormed off, arms crossed defensively. " I should go after him and make sure that everything is all right; meet you back at the house Big Bro later Damien" Y/n chases after Vitus but not before hugging Fred goodbye and Damien a quick kiss on the cheek.

Fred and Damien exchanged knowing glances before Damien seized the moment. "Well, looks like it's just us, all alone," he said, leading Fred towards the Mystery Machine. "Maybe we could go for a drive, talk about that pretty locket I found. Wonder what it would be like to get such a romantic present."

Fred, however, remained oblivious to Damien's hints. "Oh, come on, Damien. You know you don't care about that romantic stuff. That's why we're such good friends. I'll drop you at home. I want to get started on a new trap for the monster."

Damien's shoulders slumped as he climbed into the van. "OK. Good luck with that," he sighed, disappointment evident in his voice.

As Fred started the engine and pulled away, a menacing snarl echoed in the distance. Deep in the sewers below, a pair of glowing pink eyes pierced the darkness, hinting at the danger that lurked beneath Crystal Cove's streets.

The clock ticked steadily in the empty halls of Crystal Cove High School as night settled in. Inside his classroom, Professor Raffalo leaned over his microscope, engrossed in studying the enigmatic cocooned body. The silence was broken only by the occasional scratch of his pen and the soft whir of scientific equipment.

Suddenly, a faint squishing noise caught his attention. Raffalo's head jerked up, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "Huh? Someone there?" he called out, his voice echoing in the stillness.

A menacing shadow crept across the frosted glass of the classroom door. Raffalo's heart raced as he cautiously approached, peering out into the dimly lit hallway. To his relief, it was just the janitor, methodically mopping the floors. The janitor looked up and offered a friendly wave, which Raffalo returned with a nervous chuckle before retreating to his classroom.

Moments later, a blood-curdling scream shattered the quiet night. The janitor dropped his mop with a clatter and sprinted toward the source of the sound, his footsteps thundering through the empty corridor. He burst through the classroom door, ready to help, only to find... nothing.

The room was eerily empty. Both Professor Raffalo and the mysterious cocooned body had vanished without a trace. Confused and unsettled, the janitor scanned the room, searching for any clue to explain the sudden disappearance. Finding nothing amiss, he shook his head in bewilderment and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

As the janitor's footsteps faded down the hallway, the camera slowly panned upward, revealing a chilling sight. There, adhered to the ceiling, was Professor Raffalo, now encased in the same viscous, green cocoon as the body he had been studying. His eyes were wide with terror, frozen in a silent scream.

The cramped studio of K-Ghoul radio station hummed with energy as Angel Dynamite leaned into her microphone, her rich voice filling the airwaves of Crystal Cove. The glow of various dials and meters cast a warm light across her face, highlighting her vibrant expression.

As the last chords of "Zombie Housewife Blues" by The Rotten Brains faded out, Angel smoothly transitioned into her next segment. Her fingers danced across the control board, adjusting levels with practiced ease.

"Mmm, yeah, Crystal Cove," she purred into the mic, her voice a perfect blend of smooth and edgy. "That was The Rotten Brains with their single 'Zombie Housewife Blues.'"

She paused for dramatic effect, letting the title sink in for her listeners. Then, with a smile that could be heard through the airwaves, she continued, "I'm Angel Dynamite, and you're listening to K-Ghoul. 101.4 on your A.M. dial."

Outside the K-Ghoul radio station, Scooby, Vitus, Shaggy, and Damien arrived, their faces etched with concern. Shaggy rapped his knuckles against the door, drawing Angel Dynamite's attention.

"I was wondering when y'all was going to show up," Angel said, ushering them inside. "They're in the back."

The group followed Angel to the station lounge, where they found Fred curled up asleep holding on to y/n for dear life. Damien approached him gently. "How's he doing Y/n." "Not good," Y/n said worriedly.

Scooby, ever the helper, woke Fred with a friendly lick to his perfectly coiffed hair. Fred stirred, his eyes heavy with guilt. "It's no use, gang. I was the one who stole the body, and Professor Raffalo paid the price. I should have listened to my dad and stayed out of any new mysteries."

Vitus stepped forward, his voice firm but kind. "We all helped steal

the body, Fred."

Shaggy opened his mouth to object, but a swift elbow from Vitus silenced him. "Ow! OK, fine. Yes. We all took part, Freddy."

Damien knelt beside Fred, his eyes blazing with determination. "Fred Jones, you've never backed away from a mystery in your life."

As the conversation unfolded, Vitus produced a sample of the cocoon, only for Scooby to eagerly devour it, mistaking it for Fruitmeir's dessert. This sparked a revelation from Shaggy, leading the gang to realize the connection between the cocoon and Fruitmeir's mysterious treat.

Energized by this new lead, Fred snapped back to his old self. "What do we know about Franklin Fruitmeir?" he asked, his leadership skills kicking into gear.

The group huddled around a computer, digging up information on the enigmatic Fruitmeir. Vitus's eyes scanned the screen rapidly. "Franklin Fruitmeir showed up in town out of nowhere 2 months ago. Before that, nothing. He's hiring right now for female servers."

Fred's eyes lit up with the spark of a plan. "Then that's our in."

Shaggy, catching on quickly, added, "If the Y/n can get jobs at Fruitmeir's, they can snoop around and find out more."

"Great idea, Shag," Fred nodded approvingly, the wheels of his mind already turning with trap designs and mystery-solving strategies.

As the gang began to flesh out their plan, a sense of excitement filled the room. The mystery of Crystal Cove's slime mutant was far from over, and they were determined to get to the bottom of it – one scoop of Fruitmeir's at a time.

The streets of Crystal Cove were quiet in the early evening light, save for the sound of high heels clacking awkwardly on the sidewalk. Shaggy and Scooby, both dressed in ill-fitting waitress uniforms, stumbled along, clearly uncomfortable in their new attire.

Shaggy tugged at the hem of his skirt, his face a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. "Um," he giggled nervously, his voice higher than usual. "Like, uh, this isn't exactly what I had in mind." He glanced over at Vitus and Damien, who were watching with barely concealed amusement. "Why are Scooby-Doo and I dressed like girls, when Y/n is a girl?"

Beside him, Scooby waddled uncomfortably, his tail poking out from beneath a frilly skirt. "Yeah," he whined, attempting to adjust his outfit. "My skirt's too tight."

Fred, standing nearby with his arms crossed, spoke up firmly. "I'm not sending my sister in alone." His protective instincts were clearly on high alert, despite the comical sight before him.

As night fell on Fruitmeir's, Shaggy and Scooby, still awkwardly dressed as waitresses, helped Franklin Fruitmeir close up shop.

"Good night, ladies," Fruitmeir called in a singsong voice as he left. "Don't forget to lock up!"

"Good night, Mr. Fruitmeir," Shaggy and Scooby replied in comically high-pitched voices.

Once Fruitmeir was out of sight, Vitus, Fred, and Damien snuck into the restaurant. Fred took charge immediately. "All right, gang. Fan out. See if you can find anything that will tie Franklin Fruitmeir to the slime mutant."

The group split up, searching every nook and cranny. Fred peered into empty cupboards, while Vitus discovered a box of balloons in a drawer. Damien jiggled the storage room's doorknob, muttering, "Hmm. Must be a key around here somewhere." "I saw the key earlier let me go get it," Y/n told Damien.

Meanwhile, Scooby and Shaggy, unable to resist temptation, emerged from a display freezer, their mouths full of green dessert. "All clear," Scooby announced, and the pair waddled towards the storage room. In a stroke of luck, Scooby managed to pick the lock with his claw. As Shaggy swung the door open, they came face-to-face with the terrifying slime mutant. Their screams echoed through the shop as they fled.

Damien and Y/n, arriving with the keys, were puzzled to find the door already open. "That's strange. This closet was locked a minute ago." Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them. "Hey! What gives? somebody, help! Let me out!"

Outside, Fred and Vitus struggled to open the door. When they finally succeeded, Shaggy and Scooby came barreling out, crashing into Damien and Y/n.

"Are you two insane?" Vitus exclaimed.

"Mo-mo-monster! Like, right behind us!" Shaggy stammered.

Fred looked skeptical. "Monster? There's no monster."

Suddenly, Vitus realized someone was missing. "Jinkies. Where's Damien and Y/n?"

The group called out, searching. "Y/n! Damien?"

"Here! We're down here! I'm OK, but Y/n hit her head pretty hard" Damien's voice echoed from below. The gang rushed to find him, discovering he had fallen into the Crystal Cove caves. Damien is holding Y/n in his lap who was passed out.

"But you better get down here," Damien added excitedly. "I think I found something."

The scene in Fruitmeir's was now a mix of tension and anticipation. Fred, Vitus and, Shaggy clumied through the hole that Damien and Y/n fell through. Under Frutimeir's were the Crystal Cove caves.

"Guys check this out" Damien now carrying Y/n in his arms pointed up to a hole "It looks like someone has been digging" Vitus whips out his GPS "According to the GPS this is Crystal Cove Bank"

"But why would a slime monster bust a hole in Fruitmier to get to the bank" Shaggy questioned confused. "Maybe it's hungry" Scooby responded "Yeah hungry for money," Fred said. Vitus smiled "I smell a trap coming on." "What happened?" Y/n asked sounding confused and tried " You hit your head baby but don't worry your Big brother get a plan," Fred said confidently

In the dark, wet, and, dirty caves, The Slime Monster was walking around when Fred came up yelling "Hey ugly over here" The monster turned around and started shooting slime at Fred when Vitus called "No stupid over here" "Wrong again over here" Damien called out make the slime monster chases him. The others were setting up Fred's elaborate trap when Damien came running up but that's when the slime monster caught him in and Fred taped got them instead of the monster.

Damien and Y/n look over at everyone trapped in the cage but when they turn their heads back around there is the monster. The monster chases them back up to the hole through Fruitmeir's and to the door but the monster traps them. Damien and you crawl underneath its legs and try to run away but it shoots the sticky Fruitmeir's dessert trapping their feet Damian leans over Y/n trying to protect her.

But the gang sown up and Shoot more of Fruitmeir's desserts at the monster trapping it to the wall behind Damien and Y/n. That's when they looked over and saw everyone they had come to save them " Fredie you came to save me" damien ran up to fred holding on to is arm "not now Damien I need to find out why my trap didn't work" Fred turn away form Damien walking away when Shaiff Stone and Mayor Jones walked in " What in tarnation is going on here" said the Sheriff "Why is the town's newest tourist attraction Cocooned to the wall Fred Y/n" mayor Jones disappointedly said "Dad you don't understand thats not a monster" Fred sayed trying to calm down his dad " Oh talking clams Fred then who is it" then everyone says at the same time Franklin Fruitmeir" "That's impossible" says the sheriff "Franklin Fruitmeir is the one who called us about the break-in" "what?" again said everyone at the same time that when Fran Fruitmeir walked in " I was at my house when the silent alarm went off what's going on and who is that monster" "if the monster isn't Franklin Fruitmeir than who is it" Shaggy asked confused that when Scobby took off the monsters mask to reveal " Professor Raffalo?" the mystery gang questioned "but why Professor?" Y/n asked

"That's right I was trying to scare people away from the sewers I dug my way into the bank so I could get rich But you already have a job as a teacher why do you need more money" "he has a job as a teacher," Y/n said looking to the other has that says it all "I discovered that the Crystal Cove caves and the sewers were connected by accident when collecting spores for my class and when I discovered that the case went right underneath the bank that's when I put my plan into actionFruitmeyers gave me secret access to the sewers and that's why I decided to frame Mr balloon Boy by using his disgusting dessert I also stage my disappearance to throw off Amy hint of my involvement And it would have worked too if it weren't for you you" interrupted by Sheriff "meddling" "yes meddling kids didn't get in my way"

"what about this locket that we found near your digging," Damien asked "I've never seen that thing before," he said very rudely

"Well I guess we own you kids thanks but you lost the town a serious dream of revenue," Sheriff said sounding angry

At the K-Ghoul station, some funky music was playing and the gang was hanging out Damien and Y/n are sitting on the Couch with Y/n curled up on his lap. Vitus was looking for some more records. Angel and Fred were watching Scooby and Shaggy dance. "What's that matter Dam you asked Concerned "I just don't get it if this locket didn't belong to Professor Raffalo then who?" when Shaggy answered the calling machine " Like K-Ghoul 101.4 what can we scare up for you, Daddy-O" when a disguised voice mysteriously said "You're all doomed" "Like uh who-who is this" Shaggy responded nervously "you can call me Mr.E you should never have brought that locket out of the cave you don't know what you've uncovered" "Uncovered, uncovered what?" Damien asked "A truth that should have remained hidden; the truth behind the curse of Crystal Cove the real mystery has just begun" "Scobby Dooby Doo"

A/N holy shit this is 6359 words that's insane. So how was the first episode should I make Vitus, Damien, and Y/n get together by the first or second season this has taken me three days to write, and two of them were my days off from work. Let me know what you think in the comments.

[princeescaluswords]

I wanted to make a little thing about Teen Wolf teen as the Mystery Inc. Gang and my first thought was to make Scott Scooby because wolf - dog hehe (and I'd be using Stiles, Kira, Lydia and Allison so no other werewolves) and then I realised there are maybe some Implications(TM) to having the only Latino character depicted as a dog and I decided against it.

Anyway, I wish fanfic authors were capable of putting that much thought into their stories where Scott is written out or turned into a villain for no good reason

There are indeed implications, and that's something that fanfiction writers have to come to terms with: there are always implications.

One of the worst aspects of fandom is that content creators try to exert absolute control how their work is received after it is made public. They have this in common with every artist who ever lived, so it's understandable, but it's also unachievable. The only answer I have found is to work as hard as I can to understand these implications and accommodate them into your work.

I'm not speaking from a position of moral purity. Earlier this year, I wrote a story that I thought was an exploration of Mason Hewitt's role in the Teen Wolf movie, and someone whose opinion I trust argued that I botched the implications of what I wrote in terms of racism. Things like that are going to happen, regardless of intent, and the best thing content creators can do is not only be aware of how their work will exist within a greater cultural context but be open to criticism about it. I am always willing to grapple with implications I didn't foresee, including accepting the responsibility to defend my own writing. (Including this post!)

So let's talk about your idea. Why is it precarious to emphasize the animal-like aspects of a Latino character, even if he is a werewolf? This.

History cannot be erased, and it should not be ignored.

In the history of the United States, Latinos, among other disadvantaged groups, have been likened to animals in order to impose a social order that insists that they have to submit to white control. It's not arguable whether this has happened or not. When you write a story that emphasizes the animal-like traits of a Latino character (or any similar disadvantaged group), you must grapple with the historical and cultural context.

And the Teen Wolf fandom has not only failed to do that repeatedly, they've often doubled down on the implications. Think about how many times that Scott has been portrayed in fanfiction as having issues with self-control, more than any other beta, which serves as a condemnation for his refusal to submit to a white male character (either Derek or Stiles or even Peter). This requires a change to the original story, because the writers choose to ignore that other betas have problems with self-control as the adjust to the shift, and they choose to ignore multiple instances of Scott having significant self-control, such as Magic Bullet (1x04), Heart Monitor (1x06), Shapeshifted (2x02), and Party Guessed (2x09).

Think about how many times Scott has been given animalistic traits in fanfiction that he doesn't have in the show, especially traits which serve to emphasize his inferiority, and these traits are not shared by the other werewolves? He is a voracious eater! He can't cook, or clean, or take care of himself! He is oblivious to the sophisticated emotional and social states of his white peers. He's obsessed with sexual gratification and constantly indulges in sexual behavior in public. He's an indifferent student at best, frequently requiring assistance in even basic subjects. None of these are supported even remotely by the show. As an aside, many of these are also part of the same stereotypes given to Latinos: sexually voracious, passionately aggressive, lazy, uneducated, and ruled by appetite.

Now, a possible counterargument is that the show itself sometimes emphasized the animalistic traits that Scott gained through his transformation into a werewolf. The wolf run in Seasons 1 and 2. Sticking his head out the window to get Lydia's scent in Omega (2x01). Sleeping at the foot of his mother's bed to protect her in Currents (3x07). The dog bowl scene in Lunatic (1x08).

There is an important difference. In the show the white werewolves have scenes like that as well, such as the dog whistle Deaton uses on Derek in Fury (2x10) and the fact that Isaac, too, is sleeping at the foot of the bed. But the most important part is that these instances aren't used to position Scott or anyone else as inferior because they have the traits of an animal. They're not used to impose a racially-influenced social order. Even the scene in Lunatic (which, as a caveat, I personally do not like at all) is more about Stiles than about Scott being animal-like, demonstrating that Stiles's standard tactics of good-natured bullying and cruel sarcasm are no longer appropriate for his relationship with Scott, which Stiles must confront.

So my point is, if you want to create content for a Mystery Inc. AU, I don't think that there's any reason you absolutely cannot do it, but I feel you would have to pay very close attention to HOW you create that content. Are you ignoring the historical and cultural context of your work? Are you ignoring power dynamics inherent in your choices? What's the message you're sending by your changes? While I don't see the need or even the applicability of this AU, I'm relatively confident that it could be done, as long as you don't use your intent as a shield for the finished product. Intention does not guarantee freedom from offense, a concept that fandom has had trouble with again and again.

[faithl3hane]

🦇 Drusilla as a Scooby 🦇

An au where Drusilla is a Slayer as posited by that one theory that suggests her psychic abilities in canon are linked to her Slayer “potentiality”. I wanted to take it a step further and imagine her as a member of the Scoobies.

- Drusilla would be that goth kid who avidly delves into vampire fiction, including Anne Rice novels, and swoon over the titular vampire characters. A part of her can’t help fantasise the concept of an eternal love she believes vampires revel in.

- Her fashion choices would reflect her gothic tastes, paying homage to the allure of the '80s. She would tease her hair and favour a predominantly red and black wardrobe. 

- Drusilla would be endearingly quirky to her friends. ‘That weird kid’ who excitedly babbles away about her favourite topics of the day. When stressed out she might recite her favourite poems to calm her nerves. Indeed, her propensity for memorisation would make her a valuable asset to the Scooby Gang's research endeavours.

- Much like Willow she would lack experience in the dating scene. However, her bold, quirky style would undeniably attract a considerable amount of attention from her peers. 

- Drusilla's parents find themselves exasperated at her late-night escapades to The Bronze to dance the night away. Initially Drusilla would be shy, but once the right song/band plays she would shed her reservations and let her body move with an eccentric mind of its own.

- Definitely a hopeless romantic with a tendency to fall head-over-heels far too easily. Assuming she hadn’t yet known Spike, she might have crushed on Xander only for her gaze to shift towards Willow. The sight of Willow performing her witchcraft with adorable enthusiasm would make Dru’s heart beat an exquisite sigh of longing and protectiveness. Drusilla would find ways to make Willow notice her, and would even assist her in spells because of her own affinity for the craft. Willow might have had reservations of her own about Drusilla (assuming this timeline followed her crush on Xander), but would gradually warm up to her once she perceives her to be no threat.

- To Drusilla's dismay, her initial advances towards Xander would be met with awkwardness, as he might perceive her intentions as strange.

- Giles would dote over Drusilla’s affinity for music of his youth, finding it nice to talk to someone similarly cultured. Though would regard her as often lost in her own world. However, her manners and politeness would earn her a place of respect within the Scooby Gang, even if Giles would at times shake his head at her whimsicality.

- There would be a sense of competition between both Buffy and Drusilla, especially if others turn to the other for Slayer related tasks. They would constantly compare themselves to one another, grappling with their own insecurities and perceiving the other as better. The fact they share the same Birthday would further amplify their respective unease. Subsequently, Drusilla’s emotions would begin to mirror Buffy's sentiments upon growing jealous of the friendship between Buffy and Willow, longing for a similar connection with the latter. 

- Buffy and Drusilla do however harbour a genuine care for one another despite their jealousy. Naturally they would have an understanding of the burdens they carry as concomitant of being a Slayer, and recognise each other’s strength of character.

[docgold13]

Hey. Thanks for having Luna from Boondocks on your villain profiles project. She was more a victim than villain but still happy she was included.

But it brings the question why had there hardly been any Black or Brown villains featured in the project?

Firstly, you're welcome. And I agree that Luna was much more of a victim than villain, but she was great and there was no way I was going to leave her out.

The second part of your ask ventures into a thornier aspect of the animation industry. People of color have been significantly under-represented in animation and it has only been over the last two decades that this has seen any meaningful change.

Of the cartoon villains who are human (or humanoid) the vast majority are white. Indeed very few are Black or Brown and I imagine there have been instances where a creative team has steered away from a villain being a person of color in fear of having the decision misconstrued as a racist caricature (in that such super offensive caricatures were so common in older cartoons). I mean, fuck that noise...

Unfortunately, omission can be just as rough; under-representation is not all that much better than negative representations. It's kind of messed up that Scooby Doo and the gang have not once foiled the schemes of someone other than white folks.

As it stands, I've only been able to come up with a small handful of cartoon villains who are people of color to include in this project... I have Dr. Facilier (a personal favorite) scheduled for October, along with Yzma, Baxter Stockman, Shan Yu and a couple of others... It's not an impressive number of characters to chose from.

In any case, I would be greatly appreciative of any recommendation of villains I might not have thought of that I could include as this project continues.

[rose-of-pollux]

Thanks to @claude-frollo-archives​, I’ve now seen the reference pics of (real) Vincent that the animators used for Vincent Van Ghoul (these are posted with permission, btw--thanks!).  Some of the refs are ones I expected to see, such as Erasmus Craven and Joseph Curwen (the first two), as they were Vincent’s other warlock roles.

The choice of Nicholas Medina (the central) is an interesting one; as I mentioned once before, Vincent Van Ghoul is put in a comparable position in the 2019 Curse movie (both he and Nicholas are both gaslit into thinking they were unable to prevent the death of someone who is, in fact, very much alive and manipulating them all along--only difference is that Nicholas completely broke, while Vincent had the Scooby gang to fall back on as a support network).  So the use of Nicholas as an original reference is very intriguing indeed.

The last two, Verden Fell and Julian Markham, I assume were more for face angle refs, as Vincent Van Ghoul looks nothing like them.  But the inclusion of Julian means that they did use The Oblong Box as a reference, which supports my theory that Voudini from ep 7 of 13 Ghosts was based off of Christopher Lee’s character from The Oblong Box--

(As far as I’m concerned, that confirms it for me)

That’s just a fraction of the reference pics, but what surprises me most of all is the absence of two movies of Vincent’s that would’ve made important references--Edward from Theatre of Blood wears the same tux/cape combo in the final scene that Vincent Van Ghoul wears half the time, and, even moreso, Maximillian from The Long Night because, well... *gestures*--

...Yeah. XD

Still, the reference pics are amazing to finally see!

[mayday396]

Does anyone remember Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Man I think I accidentally made a Fanfic Idea but I'm too afraid to write it.

Okay so Mental Asylum, Buffy is indeed a Slayer she has been in there for 6 years, but one day she woke up and found the Asylum Empty and as she explored her surroundings she heard screaming then felt blood leaking through the Ceiling, she saw a Vampire feeding on a Patient.

The Story follows Buffy, a 13 years old Girl suffering from Hallucinations as she tries to figure out what's Real and what's not as she fights the very real Demons of the Asylum, both External and Internal.

She is joined by Rupert Giles, 46 years old, a Watcher sent to infiltrate the Asylum as a Psychologist to find Buffy and bring her out of its walls, figuratively and literally.

Willow Rosenberg, a 12 year old Girl, sweet, kind-hearted and Intelligent, known for her Knack for Technology and her constant Referencing of Pop Culture, she is not actually a Patient but the Daughter of a Therapist in the Asylum who is her Father, 'Ira Rosenberg', she is trapped in the Asylum with no way out, she is joined by Giles, Buffy and Xander.

Xander Harris, a 14 year old boy, seems like a normal boy but in truth he is a victim suffering in Silence, his Abusive Father works as a Security Guard of the Mental Asylum.Xander has Violent Tendencies that he got from his Dad but other than that he's still the Sarcastic, Laid back and Easygoing boy with a flippant attitude.His Dad left him in the Asylum on purpose.

Xander and Willow are still Best Friends, as their Fathers are technically employees, Willow's Dad accidentally left her in the Asylum.

So the Scoobie gang would have to survive the Asylum and its Demons, while trying to find a way out and hopefully destroy the source of what's happening here.Time Period is Early 2000s for the big Zennial Energy.

[coraniaid]

I know India Cohen is a character who exists in the sort-of-canon tie-in books that were being published while the show was still on the air, but I think it's a shame that we never had any sort of flashback to or mention of the Slayer immediately before Buffy on the show (whether that was India herself or if they invented somebody else).

Was Buffy never at all curious about her predecessor? Even before meeting Kendra or Faith we know Buffy wondered a bit about what would happen if she was killed ("I know the drill: one Slayer dies, next one's called. Wonder who she is."), and we know she looks at the past Watcher's diaries and talks to Spike about the Slayers he killed. So then why the lack of curiosity about the girl whose death directly led to Buffy's own calling? What better place to start learning about what it means to be a Slayer than from her?

And was there nobody that previous Slayer knew who might have crossed paths with the Scooby Gang in the present day? If Buffy had died for good in Prophecy Girl, Angel and Giles and the rest of the Buffy's friends wouldn't have just stopped fighting evil on the Hellmouth entirely. Eventually, they'd have met Kendra (who would still have come to town as she does in What's My Line?) too. If Kendra had died, maybe they'd have met Faith too. Nikki Wood had a Watcher who mourned her and a son who grew up to avenge her. Didn't the Slayer before Buffy have anybody like that?

Imagine some vampire or demon or monster of the week showing up in Sunnydale because they have unfinished business with "the Slayer" and they've finally been able to track her down, only to learn that the Slayer they're looking for isn't Buffy but somebody long dead. Imagine an episode in Season 7 where we at first think we're seeing another Potential being attacked by agents of the First, only for her to reveal herself as the Slayer and the show to admit that this is a flashback to the distant past of 1994 or 1995. Imagine Buffy having to finish something that earlier Slayer started; getting a sense of what it must be like to be Kendra or Faith after spending time with people who remember the girl who died so that Buffy come become the Chosen One.

I mean, I sort of understand why the show never did this: it would be kind of depressing and involve introducing a lot new characters for a single episode (which is something the show really shied away from doing after the first three seasons). I know they probably left that to the expanded universe material for a reason.

It just feels a little strange that, watching the show, you could almost convince yourself that Nikki Wood was the last Slayer before Buffy (and indeed, that would have been a lot more consistent with the show's stated premise that there is exactly one Slayer "in every generation" than the later take that a new Slayer is called the instant the last one dies turned out to be).