To everyone who reads this fic; I'm only going to say this once.
NO; this fic does not mean I'm considering writing parodies. I'm only writing this fic due to lack of creativity flowing through my head to continue Crossover Bros Brawl. This fic does NOT, in any way, connect back to Crossover Bros Brawl. If anything, this fic would connect to Roscoso's Author Adventure fics.
(Clears throat) Anyways, this fic was written to be a parody of the 'Sonic Unleashed' video that was recently released on the internet known as 'Night of the Werehog'.
The video was meant to be a comical romp that would further illustrate Sonic's 'Werehog form' as well as offer one of the funniest Sonic storylines, I've seen in QUITE a long while (And by long while, I do mean the old Sonic cartoons that played on TV in the 1990's. {Sigh} Those were the days.) I will leave a summary here so you all can understand the story line.
For those of you out there that have already seen the video, and know it all the way through, I'll have to ask you very nicely not to leave any spoilers in your reviews. I would like to keep those who have yet to see the video themselves guessing (At least, until they see the video themselves. {Sweatdrop} It'll happen eventually due to this.)
One more thing before I leave the summary and actually start this story proper, I had help creating this story from the one and only Roscoso, whom had originally created the Author Adventure fics. (I myself quite remember those well, as my Author OC got the rather flattering honor of playing the mechanic side-kick Tails.) (Clears throat.) Anyways, to Roscoso, thanks for helping me with the starting steps of getting this fic underway, I honestly don't think, with how, 'Author Fighters' wise, narrow minded I was during casting, that I would've stayed true to his original story. And to Darkmagicianmon, not only for creating most of the characters that me and Roscoso cast, but also for being understanding towards me, whenever I sent in a request for his fic.
To those two authors, consider this the starting piece of your Christmas present.
For everyone else, I'm just gonna stop yapping and get this fic underway.
I hope, with all of my heart, that anyone who reads this will enjoy it. On with the STORY!!
Summary: Based off of Sonic Unleashed, and Roscoso's Author Adventure fics. A parody of 'Night of the Werehog' online video. When Darkmagicianmon and Shin Dalla Frost (An OC of mine) get caught in a fierce rainstorm, they enter a rickety, dark, and dank old mansion for shelter… … Unaware that they were in for the fright of their lives by a bunch of ghosts that won't tolerate people in THEIR house.
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Rainfall…
Rainfall was all that could be heard as the scene slowly opens up… As the camera turns on, we see what appears to be a large gateway, large iron bars making the gate, making it almost look like the openings to a prison yards. The fence posts between the gates looked like they were made out of pure stone chiseled out of a boulder. The stone fence posts stood resolutely against the fierce wind of the storm, even as the rain pelted on the gargoyle like decorations on the front of their faces. The wind blew even harder…
Then a creaking sound was heard…
The gate was open, even as it creaked creepily, almost as if daring anyone else on the outside to enter the forbidden yards.
Gantz Gun Productions PRESENTS
The camera slowly scrolls down the dirt path till it comes across the end…
Looking up, the camera beheld what appeared to be the stereotypical haunted house. The house easily stood three stories tall, and stood strong against the storm despite it's obvious age. The house was dark, foreboding, with many of the window's glasses either knocked out of place, or shattered, allowing rain to pour inside. All around the house, green though close to being dead grass was growing, making the dead landscape more then obvious when one saw the dead, blackened, leafless trees that surrounded the house.
Lightning sounded…
In Association with Roscoso the Pokemorph Fics…
Inside, the house was easily even scarier then the outside… I mean, what haunted house wasn't? The interior of the house itself made it almost look like it had a mid-1800's French influence to it, with many of it's fancy decorations (Though covered by white sheets) ever evident, and all in all, the fancy craftsmanship of the house itself… However, some of these points only made the house all the more frightening to any and all that entered… Lightning sounded once more, causing light to pilfer through the windows, the window sills casting shadows on the floor. This also lead to revealing that the place was almost covered head to toe with spider webs and dust, like no one had ever lived, much less taken CARE of the house in a GOOD long time…
Creeeeeeaaaaaaak…
A door opened with one of the most evident and frightening creaks one could ever hear. With how dark and dreary the inside of the house is, a light outside did some good to illuminate the inside of the house… And two shadows slowly walked inside, taking frightened and hesitant steps.
The two shadows belonged to two young men, as a matter of fact. One appeared to be a boy in his preteens at best with greasy black hair, brown eyes, and had a rather skinny physique. He wore a black, red, and white striped shirt with blue jeans and white and red tennis shoes. Shaking almost uncontrollably, he the source of the brighter light; a flashlight. "(Gulp) Well we're here." The boy said with a slight shiver.
The second boy appeared somewhat plump, with blonde hair, and blue eyes. He wore a plain white shirt, with a red superman cape tied around his collar and flapping in the wind though staying close to his back. The boy also wore jeans that appeared a bit stretched out to fit him. "Yeah…" This boy appeared to be just as nervous as the first one, even if he shown a kind of bravado. "Uh, DJ… WHY are we doing this?" The boy shivered pathetically as he whirled around, as if thinking he heard something behind him.
The skinny boy, DJ Walters (From the movie, 'Monster House'.) turned to his friend, giving him a stern glare, "Don't you dare run out on me now, Chowder. We agreed to do this together." He looked around the creepy house a moment, gulping slightly. "Still, just wish Jenny could've joined us, like LAST time."
The plump boy, Chowder (Also from 'Monster House'.) was completely on edge as they both slowly walk into the house. "Seriously DJ, you do know the rumors that surround this old house, don't you?" He started waving his arms back and forth dramatically. "You know, about it being, oh I don't know… HAUNTED?!"
DJ shushed him. "Would you keep it down?" He appeared every bit as afraid as Chowder was. "Of course, I know the rumors. But we were dared to come here. If we don't do this, Seifer and his punks are NEVER going to leave us alone." As they slowly walked along, the flashlight illuminated a few feet of the house, showing a grandfather clock sitting along the wall next to a window, a desk sitting on the opposite side of the window, and a dining table sitting in the center of the room, a white cloth covering it, so as to keep dust off it. The chairs had no such covering in a few places, and were easily as dusty as the entirety of the entire house. "Besides, what if the problem to getting rid of the spooks is as simple as how we defeated the Constance when her spirit possessed old man Nebbercracker's house?" He smiled lightly. "That would be a story worth taking back to those guys wouldn't it?"
Chowder glared at his friend, as if he was COMPLETELY off his rocker. "Dude, last time wasn't so simple! That house almost totaled the entire NEIGHBORHOOD. Besides, I remember that the only way that the house could be destroyed is when we had to BLOW it to Kingdom Come!" The two passed by the table and slowly made their way to what appeared to be a counter covered by a white sheet. "But you know what? This place isn't so bad… So far nothing's tried to jump out at u-"
DJ immediately slapped a hand over his friends mouth. "Don't JINX it, Chow-"
BOOOOOOM!!!!
Lightning sounded again, the light from it coming in from the window… Casting a huge shadow over the two boys… A shadow that almost looked like it had a big white eye glaring at the two of them.
Both boys jumped, the shadow more then enough to scare them out of their wits. "GAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chowder bellowed fearfully. DJ was screaming just as loud as he was as he quickly turned the flashlight in the direction the shadow was coming from. "THE HOUSE IS ALIVE!!! THE HOUSE IS ALI-"
Chowder immediately shut up, as did DJ's screaming, when they saw that the shadow was nothing more then a medieval suit of armor standing next to the window, it's left side almost covering the window. The suit only stood, frozen in place as if absolutely nothing was wrong at all.
It was stone cold silent for a few moments…
Before both boys groaned in relief, "Don't worry Chowder, It's just that suit of armor." DJ said, taking a moment to wipe off a cold sweat. "Nothing to worry about."
Chowder however, would hear none of it. He pushed DJ along. "Dude, I really don't care anymore!" He gave his friend a very frightened look, as he continued. "Let's just take the picture and get out of here, okay?"
Nodding in agreement, DJ turned back to their ancient surroundings, "Good idea…" His flashlight shined around revealing yet another, much longer table with ancient looking candle sticks on fancy stands sitting atop it, a white cloth covering the length of it. "Let's just find a good place, and take the danged thing. I don't want to stay here anymore then you do."
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Neither of them noticed an unseen figure gliding across the hanging hallway above them, looking down on them both. It's movements almost seemed to be a kind of glide, as it freely wandered around, watching the kids as they continued to explore. "DJ… Have you found a good place yet?"
DJ flashed a light the direction they were headed. "Yeah, I think the living room is over that way. We can take it there and then get the heck out of here."
Suddenly, the view changes. The entire screen shows one of the many white cloths used to cover the furniture around the establishment. Slowly, like an unseen phantom, the camera peeked out from behind it, and beheld the two boys. By the looks of things, he and Chowder had finally gotten to the door, and was slowly opening it, revealing the room beyond it. At this point Chowder was completely freaked. "Okay, right here is good enough!! Let's just take the picture and vamoose!"
A dark chuckle that neither of the two boys heard became evident, as the figure slowly started to glide forward, heading straight towards them. "Yeah, I think you're right…" DJ sounded just as creeped out as Chowder was. "Yeah, this place is good enough. Get that camera out Chowder… And please do it QUICKLY?"
The figures flight increased speed almost dramatically. Chowder took off the backpack he was carrying, and fumbled with the zipper, trembling so badly he was completely unable to grab it, "I'm working on it! Don't rush me!"
Fffffff!!!!
The sound of cloth moving caught their attention. Both boys turned with a start, the flashlight revealing what the two boys were dealing with…
"PEEEEEEEEEKAAAABOOOOOO!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The sound of a camera going off was heard… Though there was no way it was the camera Chowder had carried to the house.
The camera now shows the outside of the house, the storm still going strong; the wind blowing profanely, the rain pouring down with a fury, and the house standing ever stronger…
Then a sound was heard over the storm.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Immediately following these ear piercing shrieks, the two, now pale, wide-eyed, hair standing on end, and dusty forms of DJ and Chowder ran out of the house at the speed of Mach 4, completely forgetting the bicycles they had rode on to this point at the gate, and continued running, vanishing into the night.
From behind them, a chilling and dark laughter could be heard. Horrible, HORRIBLE laughter, that sounded like something COMPLETELY and UTTERLY not of this living Earth.
There would be no doubt about it, DJ and Chowder were NEVER going to stop having nightmares after that visit.
Lightning sounded once more as the camera showed the ever mysterious, and ever forbidding mansion… What evil went on in that house? What kind of spirit could possibly be so malicious?
This is a story about this very house…
Authors Unleashed:
NIGHT OF THE WEREMAGE
Me: You know, all things considered, I don't think I did half bad with this chapter! For anyone who reads this, please send in your reviews, and offer whatever you want, whether it be a word of encouragement, or a word of constructive criticism concerning what could be improved. I look forward to it! R&R people!