Chapter One: All The Jazz
Written by Mars.

"But I survived, and I know it was only a dream."
- H.P. Lovecraft

A/N; I'm just going to say this now: this story is written by two different people. It will state who is writing up above, just so we'll clear up the confusion. Um...other than that, there's really nothing too special that should be known...If there are any mistakes/typos/etc, excuse them please. I'll get them later XD

ANYWAY! Story time.

It had been relatively silent in the diner, aside from the soft clanking of the two hundred year old vents made but they had always been a noise in background. A man with short dark hair and a little rat-tail leaned onto the surface of the counter and mindlessly played with a salt shaker as he puzzled over something. Quite honestly, he didn't know what he was puzzling over but whatever it was, he needed to think about it. He had been so deep in thought; he didn't realize he had customers even while the two young girls were quite loud about their conversation.

"Come on, you and I both know that unicorns can't do shit. Why? Because they aren't even real!" The one with long auburn hair stated to her friend beside her.

"You don't know that! They could be fighting evil in the wasteland right now as we speak. Now zombies on the other hand are quite unlikely. I mean, zombies? Everything dies and it stays dead!" The darker girl replied while shaking her head at the very thought of zombies. Zombies, obviously, were more fictitious than unicorns.

"Please, you're speaking blasphemy and I'd rather not hear it."

"You don't even know the meaning of blasphemy!"

"You and I both know that I know what the word means. You forget whose mother is currently the Chaplain of this blasted metal house! Every other fucking day when we sit down to eat dinner; she's always complaining that somebody has once again lost faith in God. She needs to know when to stop doing her job and be a good mother."

"That was a speech and a half. Practising to be a Chaplain yourself?"

"Anything but. I swear, if I get something stupid after taking the G.O.A.T, you can guarantee that a bullet is going right between my eyes."

"You'd never! I'd have no one to torment when you're gone."

"Shut up, please." The first girl answered as she sat down at a table while her friend sat across from her. While the red haired one pondered the thought of zombies and unicorns a smile curled the other girl's lips. Suddenly it had occurred to the man at the counter that he had customers and soon enough, he scurried to their booth and whipped out a notepad. Smiling at the two girls in front of him, he greeted them as he grabbed a pen from his pocket.

"Hey Al, Sam, what do you want for lunch?"

"Donnie, you know I hate it when you call me that." The girl with red hair muttered as she boredly looked towards the jukebox machine.

"Alright Alma, what would you like?" Donnie restated with extra emphasis on her name.

"I would like just a Nuka-Cola please; I'm not feeling very hungry today." Alma answered as she turned to look at the man beside her. With a smile placed upon peachy lips, she brushed the long flip of bangs out of the way so she could eye him. Honestly, she found him attractive but she'd never go about it for two reasons: One, he was Sam's older brother and two, she already had a boyfriend. He shrugged and wrote it down and a few seconds later, he looked towards his sister to figure out what she wanted.

"I'd like one myself too, please."

"Jeez guys, you could just go to a vending machine next time. Making my life hard just 'cause you want something to drink…." Donnie sighed heavily as he closed the little book while going back to the counter.

"Oh, but Donnie, we enjoy making your life hard! It's fun." Alma stated as she watched him scurry about to put the drinks into cups.

"Yeah, it's understandable that my sister wants to but you?" Donnie replied as he walked off to the get their drinks.

"You girls want to hear something cool? It's a dream that I ha-" Donnie began as he walked back but Alma interrupt him.

"Oh, you want to hear something neat? Mr. Brotch said there is no such thing as unicorns! There are no records, besides our comic books, that they're real. They're pretty much made up like tigers and bunnies."

"Yeah well Lucky's dad, the Doctor, said that it was pretty much impossible for zombies to be real! There's no way!"

"Jesus, you think I don't know who Lucky's dad is?"

"You're easily confused, what can I say? I mean you think zombies are real so I figured you needed a little reminder."

"Damn, shut up you two! I'm trying to tell you something and you two are arguing about the fucking doctor. Listen for heaven's sake!" Donnie suddenly shouted at the two girls who then piped down. It fell silent and he continued where he left off when he had been talking to himself.

"So, it begins with a large, looming house tucked in between many rocks and trees. It's dark and in front of this house lay many coffins that are virtually destroyed or their lids are broken. People whisper that the house holds many secrets, dark secrets for that matter, and that if you enter it you'll never return. However, you must enter if you wish to retrieve the treasure buried in the bottom."

"Treasure? What kind of treasure?" Sam asked as she sipped on her soda.

"Lady Whateley's treasure." Donnie mused as he began to describe what this horrid house held.

"Lady Whateley had been married four times but each marriage ended with her being a widow. Nobody knows if Lady Whateley truly loved her husbands, but it is assumed that she honestly loved her first husband for her treasure had been a hand-held white-gold mirror given to her by him. Lady Whateley was supposedly the most beautiful young woman you had ever seen. She had long, full lashes that outlined her gorgeous blue eye, ruby red lips and beautiful golden tresses. It had been no wonder as to why able to marry three more times."

"Wait, are you going to just go on about this woman or get on with it?" Alma questioned with a slight sigh. However, Donnie merely ignored her and continued onwards.

"However, the true question was why was she was able to marry three more times? Why did all of her marriages end with her being a widow? Something had to happen to them, right? It turns out that she was practising witchcraft. Late April 1927 her first husband, George Whateley, had died of cardiac arrest. She had mourned her lover's loss by attempting to bring him back. Instead it ended with her becoming a beautiful monster that had created an even bigger monstrosity. Henry Morgan, Warren Armitage, and Francis Rice had all met their end when they sealed the deal with the witch. Little were they aware, she had made a pact with some sort of entity that she would marry and sell their souls to it in order for her to get George Whateley back. However, it had backfired."

"What do you mean backfired? What happened?" Sam questioned, intrigued by the idea of this.

"When the three souls had been devoured by the entity, she herself had been forced to eat their bodies and burry the mirror as a sign that she was ready to start anew. After she was finished, she buried the bones of the three men and her treasured mirror in the deepest part of her house which were the ruins. This is where she had met the entity in the first place. Nevertheless, a day later her husband had come back from the grave and they were married once again. However, there had been subtle changes in the man that made her question if it was actually him or not. One night George had drank too much and hit her, which was something he had never done before. Distraught and upset, she had run to the ruins of her house and began to dig for the mirror that she had buried a month before in hopes it would make her feel better. Upon finding the mirror, George had made his way downstairs with a gun in hand and was about to shoot her until she held the mirror up so it revealed that George was actually just the entity. While holding the it up, the entity had been sucked in along with Lady Whateley herself due to both of their terrible actions. However, their souls still haunted the place and people had eventually called it the Dunwich House. Later on people had turned it into a working building, things happened and then the war. It had became deserted."

"Was that all? You seriously don't think it has treasure in it, do you? Please, demons, entities or magic mirrors don't exist! It's all lies." Alma stated as she turned back around to face Sam. Sam however, looked perplexed about this story. Was it real? Were demons real? Even if they were, could they be defeated so easily?

"Alma, I think he's telling the truth. I mean…it seems so real!" Samantha stated as she looked at her friend.

"You guys, it's only a dre-" Donnie began but was once again interrupted by someone. This time he only shrugged and walked away as the two girls bickered between one another.

"See, you believe in unicorns as well so it's understandable if you believe in this bull. You're gullible." Alma retorted as she fiddled with the empty glass in front of her. However, she took note of the other girls features begin to sour as she fell silent. It had appeared that Alma struck a nerve with her latest comment. Sam simply replied with.

"I bet you're too much of a pussy to even think about stepping foot into that building."

"Oh, you're one to talk."

"Oh yeah? Which one of us is terrified of Radroaches, hm?"

"They're nasty creatures alright? It's ok if you're scared of something with more legs than fingers."

"Yeah, well I bet you couldn't find that treasure even if you tried."

"There is nothing to find! It doesn't even exist!" Alma hissed as she pushed her cup to the ground causing it to break "How many times do I have to tell you!"

"And I bet it does exist! You never believe in anything! Where is your sense of imagination! You don't always have to deny everything. Why do you have to be so skeptical, Alma?" Sam argued angrily as she stared at her friend.

"I am not always skeptical. I just know when to believe in things and realize other things aren't real Sam." Alma replied with an agitated snarl in her voice. However, movement caught her eye as she saw the door open and in walked Freddie and Butch. They too were having an argument. Alma quickly looked to her friend and silently muttered that their argument wasn't over. Taking in a deep breath, she got to her feet and wandered over towards the two boys and quickly pulled Freddie into a hug which at first caught him off-guard but eventually he returned the greeting.

"Hey Freddie, I've missed you! Were you bugging Butch about joining the gang again?" Alma questioned as soon as she let the poor boy go. Sheepishly, Freddie looked away and muttered something about a yes, a no and then a maybe. With a smile curling her lips upward, she looked towards Butch and said "You really should let him join. I mean, were his only friends!"

"Yeah, the chances of him joining are as likely as that twerp 'Lucky' joining. You know that." Butch answered as he sat down next to Sam who moved away from him. Upon noticing this, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and brought her closely towards him. With a sly smile on his face, he beamed "You think you can get away from me, the King of Snakes? I'd like to see you try."

"Butch, please." Sam stated as she tried to wiggle free. Butch shrugged and let her go as he grumbled something about disliking her brother. Nevertheless, Freddie and Alma took their place straight across from their other companions and mindlessly talked about how their day was treating them so far. Not too long afterwards though, they got caught in their argument again and this time both Butch and Freddie were going at it too.

"You know what, I agree with Sam on this one. Sorry Alma…" Freddie stated as he looked at Sam "I believe that there's actually treasure."

"You're kidding, right? You don't believe that some magical mirror exists and it's in there, right? Tell me I'm right!" Alma begged but he simply looked away from her. It had been a wonder how the two had actually made it this far in their relationship. Always, always, always they would disagree about something. Nevertheless, the two put up with one another.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm with you Dolly." Butch said with a happy tone.

"Yeah, that makes me feel a lot better." Alma muttered as she looked away.

"Really?" He questioned

"No." She answered with a roll of her eyes.

"So yeah, seeing as how we seemingly all agree with someone, I say we go and look for this "Dunwich Building." It would be fun." Sam began and everybody agreed in their own little way. However, their conversation had been cut short by a significant question that her older brother had thrown in

"How exactly are you going to get there? We can't leave the vault."

"Oh, right, about that…we'll see about that once we get there." Sam answered with in a sheepish grin. Despite the fact that Donnie knew it was just a dream, he figured they'd never leave for the surface anyway. Besides, it was quite fun seeing these kids bicker about something not real. It truly was entertaining.

P.S: If you catch all them references, you get yourself a Nuka-Cola!
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