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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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[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.]

[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.]

[Veser originally thought that he just slept through the day, it wouldn't have been the first time he'd slept from night until night, but his clock said it was 3PM and that couldn't have been right. He looks out the window, glares at the pitch black sky devoid of any sort of light, not even a moon, and curses. Fuck fuck fuck, this is really fucking weird and Veser has his friends as friends. He snorts when he thinks of "what did Hanna do now" as his first thought, but that's about it. He flicks on the light, frowns as it flickers despite having new bulbs in it. Fuck.]

[He pulls on pants, decides boxers aren't worth the time and stays commando, throws on his shark hoodie and slips into his raggedy ass shoes. He just has this nagging feeling that he should go talk to Hanna, or go wake up Conrad since it's not going to kill him to be up at the same time as everyone else. He hasn't decided which stupid paranormal friend to go after first, but he knows exactly who he wants to talk about what's up without talk of supernatural beings and having to go after them, if that's the case. The light from his shitty phone lights up the hall and the staircase out his dorm, which is convenient because he's shooting Kenny a text to be down by the entrance to Kenny's dorm ASAP. He's fine trekking the town alone to any side of town, be it Conrad's fancy side or Hanna's shitty side, but if Kenny wants to come along he's not going to object.]

[His phone is pocketed as he speed walks toward Kenny's dorm building. What little light there is from flickering lamps illuminating building signs and barely lighting the street reflects off his eyes, and he frowns when he hears people gasping from somewhere around him. They probably think he's some monster floating around, if people can think it of stray cats with glowing eyes then he can only imagine what it must be like to see his eyes in the dark. Then again, it's mid-afternoon, pitch black with flickering dim lights, and there's sudden a pair of glinting eyes in the midst of it all. He gets it, he's a freak, and he pulls his hood up. There are other people out, all confused and trying to get inside, and Veser seems to be the only idiot leaving the inside to go out.]

[He's at Kenny's dorm about seven minutes later, and he's kicking pinecones and rocks to extract his pent up frustrated energy. Fuck this weird scary shit.]

[Something doesn't feel right.]

[That's a general truth to Kendra's life day in and day out, but there's something special about the goosebumps she's had since last night. She knows what started it, but she's not sure why she's reacting so strongly. They'd been swimming in the lake and one of the girls from the cabin next to Kendra's had cut her foot on a rock. Blood phases Kendra about as much as spit at this point, which is zilch, so she hadn't expected the sudden stab of dizziness and fading vision. Hell, she hadn't even seen the wound yet when it started-- it was almost like the blood in the water had reached a cold, sticky hand right up the back of her skull, slipping between the vertebrae of her neck. The only thing that should be surprising is that it took this long for someone to get hurt in a camp for 'troubled' teenagers, but something about it made it hard to sleep last night.]

[Breakfast had been just as much of a disaster. Her oatmeal had seemed bland and uninteresting on a sour stomach and little to no sleep, but she let her eyes unfocus for half a second and everything went to hell. Blood had bubbled up from the crusty edges of the slop in the bowl, half clotted and smelling powerfully of infection. She'd screamed on impulse and shoved the bowl away from her, bolting from the table as it shattered on the concrete floor. She hadn't needed an excuse, because immediately afterwards the smell of pus and rot had been enough to make her throw up, which the counselors counted as a good enough reason for her to flee the breakfast hall.]

[She'd come back to get her jacket and found that the slimy mix of oatmeal, mud, and bowl fragments on the floor had no sign of ever having contained blood of any kind. She'd curled up in the nurse's office, wondering whether she was going insane or there was something in the lake water she'd swallowed last night.]

[She rules out insanity when they let her out after 3 hours of no nausea, because the two girls she rooms with are sitting out by the lake, clutching at each other. One of them is loudly sobbing and the other looks like she's praying, and Kendra finds it alarmingly hard to look away from the unmoving surface of water. She can't tell if it's developed a reddish film over its entirety, or if she's just seeing things. Both of those girls had been with the group that went swimming last night.]

[On a whim, she heads over to the cabin of the girl who'd actually gotten cut. The smell of infection and decay punches her in the stomach before she can even get close enough to knock on the door. She swallows the bile that comes up in the back of her throat and forces herself to peer through the window.]

[There is blood everywhere.]

[She calls the camp counselors in a panic, and they let her sit in a chair in the front of the nurse's cabin, biting her nails and waiting to find out what the fuck happened. The diagnosis is an emotional breakdown-- apparently the girl had ripped huge chunks of her skin out with her fingernails, and done serious damage to one of her eyes. The counselors seem shaken to the point where a number of them are crying, but Kendra just steels her resolve. She's done worse things to herself, not that it shows on her current body, but this means she's right-- something is happening.]

[There was only one person in the lake last night that she actually trusts enough to talk about it, because the rest of them were the sorts of assholes she only associated with when she needed to get her hands on something illegal. Veser, though, Veser was cool. There was an aura to him that seemed deeply familiar, deeper than their shared histories with family and school problems. She feels less foreign in his presence, more solid, and she suspects it has something to do with his strange eyes and teeth, which nobody else seems to think are out of the ordinary as anything more than 'weird'.]

[The counselors are occupied, so she doesn't even bother saying a word to them, just heads off in the direction of the boys' cabin. She's mildly surprised by the wave of relief when she can walk up to his door without wanting to throw up, but she pushes that down and knocks.]

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Horror Tropes Meme => bakerstreet

the horror tropes meme.

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