This is a strange story indeed. Since ruining Lincoln's reputation seems like a "fun" thing to do, I'm going to pit two of the worst against each other, and only one shall stand by the end of it. Distorter was made by me, and Blood is by MCR29. Loud House by Nickelodeon, you get the idea. Anyway, without any further distractions, I bring you...
Distorter Vs Blood
Chapter 1: A City in Terror
Royal Woods is a town in Michigan, however, it's far from normal. The people who live in this city have been experiencing hauntings, hallucinations, and nightmares. All citizens who report their cases describe the same monster. "A young boy with white hair. He wears a long sleeve shirt, pants, and shoes, all colored dark gray. His hands are covered in smoke, his left eye is completely purple with a slim reptilian pupil, and has purple fangs in the top row of his teeth." That's what has been gathered from all the sketches and verbal descriptions given. Certain groups of citizens claim that the description of the monster matches the description of a person they know, but is assumed to be coincidence, and ignored.
He has been nicknamed the Distorter due to the effects the victims claimed to have witnessed in their visions of him. These victims are the ones that lived to see another day. Unfortunately, some victims who meet the Distorter never come back after meeting him. Something we did notice however, is how all of the dead victims seemed like they were in a long time struggle with the Distorter, and refused to get help. Now we know one thing about this monster, and that's the fact that he prowls around, hoping to find somebody he can mentally torture, and pounces after an amount of time he finds satisfactory. But recently, we've had a bigger problem on our hands, and that is the fact that this monster has apparently become real and it threatening the town's people directly. Police are on the way.
A girl, who's age was hard to tell, but seemed around 13, was running. It was rainy and she had a raincoat on, along with gloves and boots, and she was desperately making a sprint for her home.
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She finally reached her turn and run up the sidewalk all the way to the door. She was about to reach for the doorknob, but then a hand grabbed her arm. She was terrified by the sudden action and jerked her arm way from the hand. She looked over and saw her older sister.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You look like you've seen a ghost." She said to her younger sister. The younger girl was still breathing very heavily from the events of the last 5 minutes.
"I did, the thing on the TV, it was there, he was staring at me, I ran all the way here, and.." Her ramble was interrupted by her big sister's embrace.
"Don't worry, I got you, you're not alone anymore. If that thing shows up, we'll show him."
The girls then went inside, meanwhile the Distorter was simply in a nearby alleyway watching from a distance. It growled under it's breath and was about to go back into hiding, until it heard a conversation between some of the local school bullies. Upon closer inspection, the monster grew furious upon seeing that it was Chandler and his friends.
"Man, I'm telling you, even if that thing was real, we could easily take him." Chandler said. His buddies were never too vocal, and always just nodded in silent agreement, however, this time they were pointing behind Chandler at something. "What is it?" he asked his goons before turning around, and seeing a figure with a typical black umbrella facing away from them.
"Uh, buddy, why are you just standing there?" Chandler asked the figure. Only for it to teleport closer with it's back still turned. It then turned it's head to slightly face them, with a clear neck crack sound being heard. It was him.
"You don't scare me." Chandler said as he went to punch the monster, but it just teleported behind him. What followed was the gang's various attempts to make a successful punch on the Distorter, but all attempts were fails and ended with them gasping for breath after tiring themselves for a while doing this.
The Distorter grunted and grabbed Chandler with his free hand, and teleported himself and the bully to the top of a skyscraper, his his free hand dangling Chandler over the edge.
"Disorienting, isn't it?" The monster finally spoke, referring to the teleportation. He was not given an answer though.
"YOU MANIAC! GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" Chandler screamed.
"As you wish." It said, dropping Chandler off the ledge. The monster then teleported down to where Chandler would hit the ground, levitating so that his feet were about 5 or so feet off the ground, and stuck it's arms out, catching the falling bully before he hit the ground.
The monster then simply threw Chandler down the last 6 or so feet of the fall. "Next time watch your words you wuss." It said before disappearing.
The Distorter teleported into an alleyway. He snapped his fingers, and the black smoke around his hands engulfed his body, then cleared up revealing a simple boy with brown hair in a black shirt with blue jeans and white shoes. He still had the umbrella that he used while walking down the street in this human body. Distorter wasn't just a monster, he was trying to look for something, but he just didn't know what. So he roams the street in hopes of just finding what's missing.
However, this journey leaves him hungry, and because he has no money, he decides to use the spiritual side of him to feed himself with fear. What could he say? He's a literal dead man walking, and I hear dying leaves you hungry for fear and blood.
Unfortunately, his casual walk was cut short when he heard a large commotion in town. He went to go check it out, and found police on the scene protecting people from whatever they were surrounding. He decided to get a peek on what the problem was.
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A/N: Well, that's the first chapter of that. And boy does it feel weird writing this. Mostly cause I'm just not that good at it. See you all next time, AP100 out.