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October 2018 Test Drive Meme

OCTOBER 2018 TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to October’s Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: HALLOWEEN HORROR.

All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.

Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.

CW: Wet and rotting corpses/zombies, ghosts, violence, blood, knives, possessed dolls, options for underage drinking

Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!

Prompt One
Prompt Two
Character Arrival
Master Navigation

IT’S JUST A BUNCH OF HOCUS POCUS

It’s not Halloween if you don’t make a trip to a cheesy haunted house. At least, that’s what everyone in Deerington likes to say. The old Victorian stands at the top of a hill, rickety and in desperate need of a new paint job. The yard and porch have been decorated with what you’d expect for your typical haunted house; fake spider webs spread across the overhang, painted foam grave markers with cheesy names like “Here lies Richard Cranium” and “BEWARE!!” in creepy letter etchings. You can see the blinking of variously timed strobe lights in some windows and the shadow of what you’re pretty sure is a full-sized doll standing in the window, meant to look like someone staring out at you. The rocking chair on the porch near the door has a skeleton with a bowl of candy in his lap, and a sign is propped up against the wall next to him.

“ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. TOUCH NOTHING AND NOTHING WILL TOUCH YOU!”

Well that sounds promising.

The first few rooms you enter are appropriately cheesy. There’s the silly burst of air that you hear just before a plastic figuring pops out of a poorly constructed coffin, the clicking sound of the machinery inside echoing in the room when it starts to pull back and the lid closes once again. There’s fog machines trying to give the appropriately spooky air, stuffed sheets shaped to look like dead bodies wrapped up laying in piles on the floor with fake blood staining the white fabric, black lighting to show off words scribbled on doors like “TURN BACK NOW” and “SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES.” Nothing you haven’t seen before. It might be even worse than things you’ve seen before, over the top cheesy, boring enough to give a yawn. Each door seems to open on its own so you don’t even have to touch the handles.

As you make your way through the next automatic door, the room you walk into is different than those before it. It’s a regular children’s room. A bed against the wall near the window, a dresser in the corner, a small desk with a chair. Nothing out of the ordinary, save for the lights not being on, and the strange flickering light in the closet. You step towards it, figuring you’re in for another jump scare, but the door doesn’t open. Whether you’re naturally the curious sort or not, something in the back of your mind makes you want to open the door and see what’s on the inside.

If you fight it and walk towards the next automatic door, you’ll find you’ve walked out to the backyard of the house, those same foam decorations and a dozen or more jack o’ lanterns lighting your way on a path back to the town.

If you choose to pull the door open, however, it’ll take you into yet another room, with a flickering television playing nothing but static. Once you step past the doors of the closet, they slam shut behind you and whoever else dared to enter. The doors won’t lock no matter what you do, no matter how strong the person shaking the handles or pushing against the wood may be. You realize you broke the one rule; you’ve touched something. But can things now really touch you?

The only light source in the whole room is that television and it’s not lighting up much inside the room around it. If you squint when the TV is at its brightest setting, you can just make out another door. Your exit, you hope. But as you make your way towards the door, the flickering suddenly stops, the TV steadily bright, a low humming noise coming from the screen, and suddenly the door seems several more feet away from you than it was a second ago. Before you can reach the door, there’s the sound of trickling water from behind you. If you choose to look back, you’ll see something coming out from the screen - a girl with soaked clothing and pale, rotted skin. She emerges fully from the glass and starts to move towards you. You know it’s best to start running for that door. If you stay and try to fight, you’ll find that no regular weapons work on her, though special weapons and powers that are effective against spirits will definitely do the trick. For those who don’t have any of these at their disposal, however, there is one more hope besides just trying to run; two old school VHS tape sit on the table near by, a fancy machine between them that is meant to copy one to the other. Work as a team and have one distract her while the other records, and you’ll find that she disappears as quickly as she flickered on the screen and the TV will return to static.

Regardless of what you choose before carrying on, the next room you come to as the door slams and locks behind you is entirely different. Brightly lit and filled with what seems like hundreds of porcelain dolls, it’s almost hard to tell where there could possibly be another exit hidden among the massive shelves. You can start to wind your way through them, but before long, you start to hear the sound of running feet, the jingling of bells, the swish of satin, and most eerily the sounds of children giggling - but there’s nothing that sounds save about them. Some of the dolls you saw on the last shelf seem like they’ve moved and are sitting in the corner or laying in a new position on a new shelf. Sometimes you swear you can see their heads turn to watch you pass, but it has to be a trick of the light, doesn’t it?

That is until one of those dolls runs by you, brandishing something shiny in their hands - something sharp. A knife, you realize too late, as it tries to slice at your legs and knock you down. You can kick them away and they’ll go flying, and when the porcelain smashes, the doll will scream in agony. You notice there’s blood pouring from the hole that formed, spreading quickly across the ground. The dolls are easy to kill, but are they really just dolls? You can take your time to contemplate that later, as now you have to fight your way through the violent and armed toys to reach the door at the end of the maze of shelves. Hopefully you can get out without too many severe injuries.

When (or if) you do manage to get to the next room, you seem to have a chance to take a breath and tend to any wounds. It’s decorated like the room of a small cottage, a large pot over the fireplace that isn’t lit, and several jars full of (possibly rotting) food and herbs on the shelves. You see a book on the stand in the center, latched shut and covered in dust. You can open it, if you want, but remember the warning you ignored that got you in trouble in the first place. It’s probably better to carry on to the next room.

If you do choose to open the book, though, there will be eerily glowing text lining the pages, the light will seem to poor out and fill the room, and you’ll be transported back out in front of the house.

Those who continued through the door will find themselves out in the backyard. Just like for those who got out sooner, there are dozens of jack o lanterns, but the graves don’t look like they’re made of foam this time. They’re real stone, engraved with real names and real dates this time. And the ground underneath them seems to be moving, like someone’s trying to crawl out of there. Better not to wait around. Soon as you start to move down the path, you’ll start to hear the sounds of groans as the undead start to crawl from their own graves, pulling themselves up through the dirt, and determined to get to the only food source they see - you. The zombies seem like they’re never ending, coming from every inch of the yard, but at least they’re just like normal zombies - completely incapable of being killed unless you cut off the head. There are shovels lying next to a few graves if you need a quick weapon, but there’s also still always the option to run as fast as you can up the stone path to the front of the house and back towards the street.

When you do finally manage to get back to the front, there’s a momentary blinding flash of light, disorienting anyone near it for a few seconds. When it finally fades, any leftover zombies chasing you have disappeared and the house looks like the same, cheesy haunted house you walked up to in the first place. If for some reason you decide to go and explore the backyard again, the grass will be back to normal, and the graves will all be replaced by cheaply painted foam once more.

Was that all in your head? Who knows. But maybe it’s best to just get out of here.

WE DID THE MASH

Somehow the street lamps have all been converted to oil based flames, the Authority are in witch hats, and every where you go there is music that seems to be playing from faintly glowing bats hanging upside down from telephone wires. The bats will open their mouths in succession, seeming somehow capable of producing the sounds of instruments and singers alike of popular Halloween songs.

Yards are decorated as thoroughly as the front of stores. Maybe you haven't bothered to decorate, but your neighbor sure has! Fake gravestones are propped up in yards, giant fake spiders in trees, and no matter where you walk, the ground seems covered in thick, rolling fog from machines. Or at least you hope it's coming from machines. Hell, you can't even find it in yourself to be too worried! Everyone around you is having way too good of a time! And God, there is food everywhere! Might as well grab a bite while you're out, huh?

It's tempting to break loose and dance. Jack-O-Lanterns absolutely crowd the streets. There's more than you can even begin to count, and all of them are lit all throughout the night. Even if you accidentally trip over some, they don't seem to catch fire to anything or go out! Some neighbors have camp fires set up with marshmallows to roast, while others have...are those broomsticks? Well that's kinda cool, you guess. Correction: it's really cool since you can actually pick one up and take it for a fly! Make sure to attach a little lamp to the front though because God knows it's dangerous flying at night. The brooms only work if you wear the appropriately provided hats, of course, but you can keep both the broom and hat indefinitely and have a readily available means of flight in Deerington after! Be forewarned though: the brooms are as easily broken as regular brooms and the hats easily blown away in the wind.

TRICK OR TREATS

At any of the events, especially the nighttime partying, you can find any number of the following treats (and their potential side effects):

Donuts (Will make you deliriously happy. Everything is amazing to you. May cause a lot of affection. A lot of affection.)
Candy Apples (You will eagerly tell someone everything you like about them. Talk about a sweet tooth.)
Candy Corn (Will make you extremely sad. Like god, you'll be wondering why you hate yourself so much.)
Pumpkin Spice Lattes (Causes suspicious amounts of obedience and a desire to do what you're told.)
Hot Chocolate (Can provide some minor healing. Best stuff to drink with a common cold!)
Hot or Cold Apple Cider (Nothing will happen. It's just really good.)
Alcoholic Cider (This isn't your grandma's apple cider. This stuff will knock you on your ass. Anyone who drinks this will get wasted regardless of whether or not they are immune to alcohol or even ingest regular food. It only takes one or two before you start to get tipsy, but any more than that and you'll be well on your way to drunk. Please drink responsibly. We don't need any FUIs.)

Character Arrival

You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.

There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.

The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.

If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.

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1 - Hocus Pocus

[ He wishes he could say this was just another day on the job. He wishes. But even in some of the weirder cases he's taken in his life, Sam couldn't say he'd been met with quite so much happening all at once. First he'd had to deal with some straight from the movies kind of spirit, and then some creepy dolls came to life and tried to slash up their legs? What he wouldn't give for just a simple salt and burn at this point.

At the very least, the room they'd just entered didn't have any immediately visible threats. It looked like a little cottage, but the dusty jars and book still gave Sam a weird feeling about the whole thing. ]

Be careful. [ He (probably unnecessarily) warned the other person he'd been fighting through the house with as they entered. ] Who knows what's supposed to jump out at us next? [ Probably something else cliche and ridiculous, if he was being honest. Still, he takes a moment to glance over at them. ]

Are you alright? Did the dolls get you at all? [ He himself has a small, lightly bleeding cut on his left leg where one caught him by surprise, but considering the dolls also bled he couldn't be sure if any blood on the other was their own or the dolls'. ]

2 - Monster Mash

[ Sam's been known to be a party pooper in the best of circumstances, and this particular circumstance? Is far from the best. He hasn't partaken in any of the food or beverages just yet, although there is a full cup in his hand that he must have absentmindedly grabbed when walking through the festivities and then forgot about. At the moment, he finds himself particularly preoccupied with the cats-in-hats lounging about in the light of some jack o' lanterns.

The rational part of him is still wandering exactly what kind of creature they are.

The irrational part is wondering how those hats manage to stay on a bunch of cats.

He's about to force himself to move on to other things when he turns around and knocks right into a passerby, spilling some of his drink on them in the process. ]

Crap, I'm so sorry, I-I didn't know you were there- here, let me find some napkins-

3 - Wildcard

[ whatever you wanna do, man. feel free to hit me up to plan something out, or just go for it! ]

[Skye might've cared a little if it weren't the fact that she's on her third cup of the spiked cider, as well as having one of those amazing donuts. Instead, she just turns and tilts her head up a ways. Damn, he was tall.]

How would you? You're like eight feet tall.

[Well she thought she was funny at least.

Oh no. He's upset. Skye doesn't want him to be upset.]

It's fine. I've already spilled some on myself anyway. Here, have a donut. They're really good.

[She had just grabbed a second one for herself a second ago, but it seems like he might need it more than she does.

[ Right, right, he's never heard that one before. But he laughs and gives her an apologetic smile regardless. ]

Ah, right, no, sorry, I was just distracted. Don't worry, you're still noticeable.

[ He still feels pretty bad about spilling his (thankfully, not hot) drink on her, but she seems to be taking it in high spirits. Come to think of it, most people at this party seemed like they were in an amazing mood, and he doesn't want to test the waters of ruining hers any further by refusing a donut, even if he didn't particularly want one. ]

Thank you, um, I appreciate it. [ And he takes a bite to prove it. ] I still really want to grab you some napkins or something though, hang on- [ And he hurries over to a nearby table and returns with a bunch that he hands over to her. Somehow, he seems to already look a little more cheerful, and despite his hesitance the donut is almost gone. ]

I'm really sorry again about that. Have you been at this party long, then? It's really... strange, but everything actually looks pretty cool.

[Eyes lighting up when he tells her that she's noticeable, Skye almost hugs him for how sweet that was. But then he's taking the donut from her and she drinks some more of the cider instead.]

You don't have to--

[But then he's off, and well, if it makes him feel better she won't stop him. Taking them from him when he comes back, Skye starts blotting at where the cider had spilled.]

It's totally fine, don't worry. Honestly? I have no idea, I've lost track of time. Did you just get here?

[Rolling up the used napkins into a ball, Skye spots a nearby garbage can and chucks it in that direction. Her aim sucks and it ends up ricocheting off someone's back. Hand flying to her mouth she quickly turns away before they can look at her, and turns her attention to him as she stifles back laughter. Hand falling away, Skye notices that he's eaten almost all of the donut and that alone makes her feel happy.]

Good, right? They have more over there somewhere.

Yeah, yeah, just a little bit ago. I was stuck in this haunted house for a while earlier. Uh, I don't... actually recommend going there. [ But there's something that stops him from going on further about his experiences fighting his way through the haunted house- almost like, he'd much rather talk about better things. Nicer things. ] But, uh, I wanted to kind of... check out the neighborhood, I guess. I can't believe there's just this huge party going on- it's actually pretty awesome.

[ He doesn't like parties. He hates Halloween. But weirdly, he can't seem to think of either of those facts right now. ] I mean, did you see those people on the broomsticks? They're just... flying! [ He waves his hand in the air as if to demonstrate. At her suggestion, he glances over tot he food table he grabbed the napkins from. ] Uh, yeah, thanks. I guess I was hungrier than I thought. They are really good.

Why? Are you scared?

[Of course she's just messing with him, but Skye also has no idea just how real things could get in that haunted house. It just didn't interest her enough to check it out.]

Right?! I could easily get used to doing this every day.

[Her liver probably couldn't get used to doing this every day though. Shoving her free hand in the pocket of her light jacket, Skye could at least keep one of her hands from the cool weather.]

I totally want to go on one of those things! I think I saw someone fall before, but I'm sure they're fine.

[Spoiler alert: They probably weren't fine.]

I feel like we're in a scene of Harry Potter, you know, minus the butterbeer.

Yeah. Terrified, actually. [ He laughs. ] Ah, no, more like just worried about other people coming across it. There was some freaky stuff in there. [ Or he was worried about that stuff. Before. Right now, he just shrugs. ] But they'll be fine if they do, right? I mean there were shovels right there to kill the zombies with. [ Perfect design, if you ask him. Speaking of people PROBABLY being fine, he nods. ]

Yeah, I mean, falling off a broom can't be that bad. At least they fell doing something exciting.

[ But at the mention of Harry Potter he lights up. ]

Harry Potter? Oh, man. Now I actually kind of want to check it out. You know, I was like, sixteen when they first starting coming out but I read every single one. Magic in the real world could never match up to magic in Harry Potter. [ At least, apparently, until NOW. ]

[X'rhun raises a hand to forestall any attempts at looking him over. Of course, he cant quite see in this darkness, but that doesn't mean his companion cant. Though aside from the ruffled fur of his mane and tail, the Miqo'te is completely fine.]

Naught but a few bruises on my legs that I can feel blooming, my friend. Worry not. [And maybe his illness still, and the weakness he still feels, but if he let those symptoms stop him, he wouldn't be here at all.

(He's always had too little sense.)]

You however... Are you bleeding? [He can smell it in the air... Unless he's smelling doll blood, which... No, he doesn't want to think about that.]

[ Sam's willing to take X'rhun's word that he isn't injured, assuming (hoping) that he would be honest about it. He gives a nod of relief. ]

Good, I wasn't sure if the knife got you at all. [ At his question, Sam looks down at his leg and makes an annoyed face. ] Yeah, I'm bleeding a little- it got me by surprise. But it's not bad. [ He kicks his leg back and forth experimentally, as if trying to decide if he really needs to apply pressure or anything right now, or if it can wait. ] I'll be fine.

[ Grateful for the seeming reprieve in attacks, but still suspicious, he looks over the room once more. ] At least whatever's in the past rooms doesn't seem to be able to follow us into the next ones. But there's probably something freaky in here, too, so... [ Still, he can't help but be curious. He wanders over to a jar and makes a face of disgust. ] It's all rotted. Seems a little... witchy in here.

[One of X'rhun's ears twitch, as if trying to listen for anything coming, like one of the dolls again. But they seem to be safe... for now.

Though his companion's words make him raise an eyebrow, despite not being able to see well in this dim lighting.]

Oh? What constitutes as witchy for you? [He tilts his head as he leans over those aforementioned jars, a curious bent to his tail.] For all we know, the owners of this house prefers to have some strange... meals.

[And he's glad he hasn't had one of his own in a while, or he would have lost it. Oh, that looks utterly foul, even if it's just a mass of grey gloop to his eyes. But he thinks he can see an eyeball...]

[ Sam watches hesitantly as X'hrun listens with twitching ears. It was definitely a weird experience seeing someone walking around with cats ears and a tail, let alone someone like that who was apparently friendly and helping him, but... Well, they definitely had bigger problems. Still, it took a little getting used to. ]

Witchy, ah... [ He wrinkles his nose. ] "Spewing bodily fluids everywhere." [ He sounds a bit like he's quoting someone else, with that part. ] Seems like witches use regular ingredients, sure; flowers, normal animal parts, herbs... But they tend towards the more, ah, disgusting side, too. Plus, [ He gestures around the room. ] Weird jars? Big creepy book? This whole place has a bunch of cliche horror scenarios- I just figured that was our next stop. What do you think?

[ He makes a face. ] But I mean, if it's just their food choices, that's a whole other problem we might be facing.

[Ah, how strongly this place seems to demonize magic and its users. And for entertainment too-- as a mage himself, X'rhun does not know what to feel about this. On the one hand, this is simply so far from the magic he knows, and is an obvious parody besides, so he could simply just ignore all the implications of this. On the other... demonizing what is meant to be a wonderful art.

Though he's fairly sure some mages from home would have a long, disparaging commentary about this entire house.]

When in doubt, consult a book! [And there's one already there, how convenient.]

I shall leave the perusal of its contents to you, my friend. With my senses, I might be able to notice any danger coming, and react accordingly.

[Not to mention he can barely see in this dim light. Reading would be an impossibility.]

[ At that, Sam turns away from the disgusting jars and towards the book in the center of the room. He can't help but shoot X'rhun a smile at the suggestion- he's got to respect someone suggesting consulting a book, after all. ]

Sounds like a great idea to me. Thanks for pulling watch duty. [ However, as he approaches the dusty book a sense of caution surfaces. He pauses, hand hovering over the book. ]

You think... you think it matters if we touch it? I mean, we touched doors and those dolls- [ "Touch" obviously a mild way to put the violence they'd been force to enact, but. Details. ] but...

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[ The boy, or what looks like a boy, winces. He's not fully in control of what might be referred to as his "body" although in fact, that's probably as inaccurate as you can get. The knock jolts him though, knocks him out of the vague manifestation and he disappears, literally.

Then he reappears, a second later, just a few inches in front of where he'd been a moment ago. He doesn't seem to realise he'd moved, or that he'd disappeared from the mortal plane and come back again. Most people, on seeing that, would think they'd had too much to drink.]

No, no. It's cool. I'm okay.

[ The spilt juice had actually gone right through him, so no damage done, but it's a force of habit to brush his hands over his t-shirt. He's hardly used to being dead, if he even is. Noah... hasn't worked it out for himself yet.]

[ Okay, what. Sam blinks, then blinks again just in case before trying to keep his eyes perfectly trained on the boy. He'd... disappeared, right? And moved? Now that was a familiar sight, although it wasn't usually done by someone acting so calmly and, well, normal. Maybe Sam had just... imagined that? He hadn't been drinking or anything, so he can't blame alcohol, but then again this place had left him feeling... disoriented, to say the least, a few times since he'd been here already. So, weird, but possibly explainable... still- ]

Do you... need a napkin? [ Sam asks, as he watches the boy brush his hands over his seemingly dry t-shirt. It seems like he might already know the answer to that. ]

I think I'm okay, thanks. No problem!

[ And he knows that this man is looking at him askew. He's not been dead ten minutes and yet he knows that look. He doesn't like it. This guy, big as he is, shouldn't be able ot hurt him and yet Noah has a really really bad feeling about staying here, staying this close.

He moves away, drifts really. It's hesitant and ackward, as he hasn't got used to not having legs or muscles or a nervous system. He moves on sheer will-power, but it's hard. Every bit of him has to focus on moving and that's only until some random drunken partygoer, dressed as the Headless Horseman, walks right through him. ]

Shit

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Woah, woah, wait, hold on- [ Sam's not sure if he's overreacting or not, but it's definitely better safe than sorry, and this kid seems like he's about to bolt before Sam can get things straight. Thankfully (or perhaps not) he seems to be interrupted... By a partygoer walking right through him. ]

Are you- you're... a ghost. [ He says quietly. A statement. ] Or a- some kind of spirit. Something. [ Sam's not really sure what to do with this one- he's not 100% sure how ghosts work in this place yet, considering the only other one he's met was some horror movie lady crawling out of a television screen in a haunted house just today, but this kid seems like he still mainly has his mind, so Sam's going to try with the friendly approach, for now.

Plus, the kid looks a little freaked. ]

I'm not gong to hurt you. [ He holds his hands up carefully. ] Am I right? [ It was always possible the kid just had some kind of... intangibility power, after all. Sam had already seen stranger since arriving. ]

Why's it always gotta be dolls?

[Dean looks like he took a doll or two to the face, there's some gashing, but it's difficult to see where his blood begins and where the dolls blood ends. Creepy dolls are a past time for him, and well, ape wild was putting it lightly where his response to the porcelain freak show was concerned.]

Half expecting to see Jennifer Tilley next.

Ugh, please don't tell me you think that means we're in for a sequel room up ahead. [ Sam makes a face, but he can't help but agree with Dean's question. ]

Well, at least this time it was... dolls that bleed. So, that's new. [ He takes a look at Dean's face, clearly wondering that exact thing in regards to whose blood most of it is. ] Dude, you look like you were washing your face in it. You good?

You're the one with the keen intuition, you tell me. This is ABC Halloween special.

[Nice of you to notice, Dean smears back some of the blood, wipes it on his jacket and the additional residue right onto the lapel of Sam's. Sharing is caring, and that's what you get for smartass comments.]

I've got a few questions for Dunham, but it's gonna take a lot more than some dolls to stop me.

In that case, we might be done with living dolls. But be on the lookout for guys in hockey masks or striped shirts. [ Actually, they were technically in some kind of dream world, right? So wouldn't that actually make se-

Okay, not the time to think about that, especially since Dean is wiping blood on Sam's jacket. ] Hey! [ But despite the annoyed look he throws Dean it's said without any real heat. ] You're gonna regret that when the dolls come back and don't recognize you as one of them because of their blood on your face.

[ "One of us," Dean. "One of us." ]

Looks like it might be clear in here, at least for now... But, maybe, don't touch anything?

[Looks like he let Sam watch way too much television growing up. If Kreuger or Jason make an appearance, their goose is cooked. He's not looking forward to fighting something unkillable without any lore. It's the tulpa all over again.]

Don't be such a wuss. That last one Anabelle'd all over me.

[The coast being clear is unlikely after the full throttle doll killing fest, somehow Dean's expecting the next levels to be worse. Like some fucked up escape the room that was way too real.

With a deliberate eye roll, Dean makes a show of raising his hands and then stuffing them into the pockets of his canvas jacket. If Sam wants to play it safe, he's welcome to, but quiet was kind of hard to successfully manage for gigantor - most things saw him coming too early on for the surprise.]

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[Laura doesn't particularly look bothered by anything that's going on here, despite the fact she was just screaming bloody murder while fighting off dolls with knives. She's covered in blood now, but that doesn't seem to really register with her as she stares up at the man that she thinks is trying to make sure she's safe.

All Laura can do in response at first is stare and slowly nod. Yes, the dolls got her.]

But I got them back.

[That makes her smile as she sniffs at the air. The scent of blood is easily picked up on, and she's able to tell what's on him apart from what she's covered in. Her attention goes right to his leg, and that smile melts right into a frown. Humans are so delicate.]

I will protect you.

[And that's the story of how Sam Winchester earned himself a little girl bodyguard.]

Uh... you sure did. [ Sam tries to nod encouragingly at the girl. He's not as good with kids as Dean is in general, and there's something about a young girl being capable of fighting off living dolls with knives that just... makes him sad. This doesn't seem like the first time she's had to fight for her life, and she was so young- he always hated seeing kids go through anything even remotely similar to the childhood he and his brother had had. But, at the very least that meant she'd probably have a better chance of making it out of here, something which he can only be grateful for at this exact moment.

He raises his eyebrows at the sniffing, and then they raise even more when she declares she'll protect him. He can't help but smile at that. ]

Thank you, I appreciate it. [ And he really does hope he sounds grateful. ] But, uh, why don't we try and protect each other? It's always better when someone has your back.

[She rolls her eyes, fixing him with a serious stare.]

No. [It's blunt, but she doesn't think anything of it. She's concerned about his fragility, and the fact that he was careless enough to get hurt doesn't speak well for his fighting abilities.]

You aren't strong enough to protect me. You would die trying.

[But still, she keeps going, taking the lead and expecting him to follow.]

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