Horror Tropes Meme => bakerstreet

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the horror tropes meme.

the horror tropes meme


The night descends, and you find yourself alone. Everything about the situation is horror movie code for "you're dead". There might be one way out... one person you can rely on to work your way out of the situation.

Of course, they might just be the person who wants to kill you.

r u l e s ;
1. Pick a scenario for your character, and set the scene! (In other words NO BLANK COMMENTS)
2. Post your character with their Name - Canon - Any preferences in the subject line.
3. Go around and tag other people. Try to tag at least one person for each character you post!
4. Friend or foe? Will you be helping the person you've tagged, or trying to kill them?

s c e n a r i o s ;
1. abandoned area: Wherever you are, the place is rotting and dying in front of your eyes. Old steel rusts and cobwebs dangle from every surface. It smells like mould and dust, and it's so easy to believe there are ghosts and skeletons around every corner.

2. all hallows eve: A halloween party can be a fantastic evening of fun frights and too many drinks. Or it can be a disaster, where the horrors are far more authentic and the blood on your friends' costumes isn't from the costume shop.

3. always night: Why are you out in the dead of night? Don't you know that's when the boogeyman comes out? ... What do you mean it's midday... the sky couldn't be blacker.

4. the calls are coming from inside the house: If you're home, you can't be harmed, right? The alarm would have sounded if someone broke a window... So why are there footsteps and creepy breathing coming from the kitchen?

5. camp unsafe isn't safe anymore: So you decided to spend an innocent summer at camp... You should have chosen one with a less ominous name.

6. don't go in the woods: ... Seriously? Why would you go there?

7. hell hotel: Oh, no, I'm sure that run down hotel on a hill where there are rumours of disappearances is completely safe.

8. indian burial ground: Or any burial ground. Graveyards and their dead trees are the safest places to spend a cold, gloomy night.

9. new house new problems: So you've just moved into a lovely new house! Fantastic! But did they tell you about the murderer who just escaped from prison?

10. anything else: If there's something you really want to do -- kidnapping, torture, mad scientists in their laboratory -- use this option!

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[suddenlyimpulse]

[So, Leech Lake probably isn't the best name for a place that you're holding a kids' summer camp. Bart had complained diligently upon being told he'd be spending the summer here instead of cooped up in Tim's house playing video games and reading comic books with Conner and Cassie. He'd complained even harder when he'd learned about the no electronics rule-- he's a child raised by Auntie Nintendo and Uncle Sony, after all. It doesn't help that his handwriting is nigh unreadable, which Tim complains about in every other letter they exchange. Conner mostly sends him excited updates on his makeouts with Cassie, and Cassie thoughtfully includes snacks with her letters.]

[But as it turns out, for all Bart misses his friends and video games back home, camp hasn't been that bad. The general misery of some of the events is wonderful as a bonding experience, and he's ended up friends with his bunkmate, a boy named Dipper who's a year or so younger than him. It's not uncommon to find Bart hanging over the side of the top bunk to exchange theories about the contents of the mystery meat or how Dipper's sister managed to bedazzle the head counselor's hat without getting in trouble.]

[However, we're coming back to the name of the lake now. It's foggy outside today, so it takes Bart a long moment to confirm that, yes, the thing attached to the oar he's using to paddle the canoe is a 3 foot long leech. Correct response? Startled yelling. Bart gets right on that, slapping the end of the paddle into the water with more enthusiasm than he's managed for anything except races since arriving here. He finally gets the thing off, and turns back to Dipper to freak out about this some more and--]

Hoooly-- Dipper, look behind you!

[Because, yeah, maybe that one on Bart's oar was a baby, because the one behind them is the size of a horse.]

[seventeencameras]

[Dipper half-expected summer camp to be more normal than Grunkle Stan's shack in Gravity Falls, Oregon. Yeah, Mabel wasn't getting proposed to and they weren't victims of teenage-hating old people ghosts, but man did they get into some weird stuff. And man, he couldn't have asked for a better bunkmate. He really didn't need to be called crazy every time he recounted the day's mishaps and of the camp's eerie existence.]

[He was sort of hoping that the lake wouldn't have been appropriately named. Maybe something ironic would have been better, like maybe the lake was actually full of fish with teeth or a giant underwater octodragon. He squints at Bart when he starts yelling and acting weird, because holy wow it is foggy, but, heck, he'll trust his buddy on this one. He stands up in the boat and turns and--]

[NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE]

[Dipper yells and falls back on his butt in the boat, staring up at the looming adult leech with biiiiiig scared eyes. Oh god oh god oh god. He snatches out his book from his vest and flips through it, and what little notes he has on leeches are all entirely unuseful. Great. Juuuuust great. Of course he wouldn't know how to repel a giant leech but have extensive notes on battling a three-headed turtle bent on devouring everyone's hair.]

UM UM UM...you wouldn't happen to have a flame thrower on you, would you?

[Because there is absolutely no way salt's gonna work on this big guy.]