This is based off of a game of Betrayal at House on the Hill I played at my favorite bar one night and the roleplaying that took place as we all bantered. Thanks to Kelly, Rich, and Jen for playing it with me and helping make this story.
Chapter 1: They're heeeeeeeeeere!
Brandon Jaspers was having a blast so far exploring this creepy house. Sure, they had to bring along that whiny girl Zoe, even when the older two pointed out that he was young, too. But he wasn't a baby like her, she's eight! Brandon was twelve, that practically makes him and adult already! But Madame Zostra and Ox wouldn't listen.
Aside from that, it had been wicked! While everyone else wanted to check out the ground floor, he dashed up the stairs straight into the first room he saw. Inside was a big fancy bedroom, and he found a dog in there! It was pretty young, not like a pup but still smaller. He thought it might be a great dane, just from what he knew about dogs. Still, who cares what kind of dog it is, he had a dog now!
Zoe found some plants in a room Madame Zostra told them was a conservatory, and something strange happened with her, not that he could see, just hear her scream and then whine about some "scary looking thing". After that, the girl ran upstairs and Brandon saw her step into some kind of elevator and watched the doors close.
When he went back downstairs, he saw that Ox had found a cool library with all sorts of books in it, with really cool titles and weird covers. Awesome! He grabbed one and sat down to read for a while. Ox hefted his spear over his shoulder and headed over to some corridor with busted up statues. Boring. Zostra fell down into the basement, but she had that kinda creepy-looking medallion with her, and she told them she would be "protected from the evils of the floor below". Pfft, whatever. She said she was fine though, so he just went to the dining room.
When he got there, Brandon saw that there wasn't any food placed out, even though the plates and stuff were there.
"What a crummy thing to do, make it look like you're gonna have dinner and not make any food," he complained to the empty room, the dog chuffing in what sounded like agreement.
That was when he saw something glint and gleam at him from the center of the table. Right where the biggest flood tray would be was some kinda weird little… thing. It looked like it glowed a little bit with white light. After taking another look at the table, he realized it almost looked like all the plates and napkins and silverware were shaped around it specifically, almost like those church fountains he sometimes saw in town. Brandon climbed on the nearest chair, reaching out to take it. He grabbed it and hopped down to show it to the dog.
"Whadya think it is, boy?" He asked, staring at it. The dog cocked its head. "It's pretty blocky, actually…" the green-clad kid turned it over in his hands. "Hey, it kinda looks like it has wheels… like a van! I bet it would go great with my other toy cars!" He stuffed it in his pocket.
That was when the air above the table cracked and shimmered, making a high pitched whine and he saw the blue lights pulsing, then heard Ox Bellows scream out, "The masters have come for us! The great eyes will consume our brains!"
Brandon turned to see his big muscly friend Ox bowing and talking nonsense to himself. He heard a hissing sound, and saw that from the lights came a spaceship! A metal ramp slowly dropped from the main part of it, and out floated a giant eyeball monster. He'd seen them in his comics! It was aliens! Aliens were never good in his stories, they were the bad guys! They wanted his brains!
"Ox, do something! Make them stop!" Brandon shouted to the man. He was super hopeful when he saw Ox get up and walk towards the alien, but then he just stood there for a second, staring at it, then just walked up the ramp into the ship!
"NO! OX, STOP! DON'T GO IN THERE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, but his red friend just kept going in. He had to do something! Brandon grabbed one of the candelabras from the table and ran at the glowing part of the ship, maybe he could break the engines! He swung as hard as he could, leaving a harsh dent and shaking the ship slightly. He heard the dog whine behind him. When he looked, he saw the eyeball alien looking at him, and it looked mad. So he immediately turned and ran out the room as fast as he could, stopping a little ways away.
While he was catching his breath, he heard the dog growl. He was scared to, but turned around and saw the floating eyeball again. It stared at him hard, and Brandon had a sudden thought.
Ox said it wants to eat our brains, and he just walked into the ship and didn't listen to me. This thing wants to take over our minds! I can't let it!
That was when he felt something creepy and scary poke his brain, and he heard a voice in his head say "Don't run from us, Brandon. Come with us."
Brandon grabbed the weird holy symbol in his pocket and held it close, screaming in his mind to try and keep the alien out. The dog kept barking until the alien gave it a look too, and then it started whining and dipping its head. Brandon clenched his eyes shut and fought as much as he could in his head, and it hurt.
It hurt so much.
It hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt it hurt
And then he felt something crack, and for a split second he blacked out.
XxX
What?
The boy looked up at the alien thing. It was scary, and he knew it wanted to take over his brain. He knew it already took his friend, and he knew he had to stop it… somehow.
But I feel like I don't know something.
He looked at the alien again. A floating eye thing.
Eye. I. I. I'm…
Was that it?
He looked at the dog, who seemed to have fought off getting its' mind taken over too. That was good. A good dog.
I… should, like, give it a name. A good name for a good dog.
He didn't even pay attention to the eye thing for a moment while he looked at the dog.
My dog. But what name? Rex? Spot? Scrappy? Scoo… Scooby. Scooby Doo, that sounds good.
"Scooby Doo," he whispered while looking at the dog. It turned to him, shaking in fear from the alien, but still perked up slightly at the name.
Name.
Still missing something, though.
My name. What's my name?
He knew he had a name, all kids have names.
I think it was… James? No, that wasn't right. Max? Brady? That felt… close. Bradley? Teddy? Patty? Shaggy?
He blinked.
Shaggy, yeah that sounds right. And I was, like exploring this house trying to find stuff. And now this alien wants to take over my mind and I have to stop it.
An alien wants to take over my mind.
He freezes in place, slowly turning his gaze back to the the floating eye, still looking at him.
An alien. Wants to take over. My mind.
He breaks out in a cold sweat all over, seeing the dog shaking still.
THERE'S A FREAKY ALIEN IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME AND IT WANTS ME!
"Zoinks! Run, Scoob!" Shaggy yelled as he dashed back the way he came, dog in hot pursuit.