Chapter 21, Things get Worse.
"Word" – Speech.
'Word' – Thought.
" Word" – Slender Speech.
#Word# - Texts, messages, phone calls and on-screen words. Will have speech marks if words are being spoken at the same time as they appear on-screen.
~Word~ - Written words.
$Word$ - Parseltongue.
Disclaimer, Harry Potter is the creative property of J.K Rowling and the studio that produced the films.
Any CreepyPastas mentioned in this fic will have their creators stated in the endnotes.
I also have no ownership of any brands, games, franchises or shows mentioned in this fic.
Any persons mentioned outside of the stories that this fic is based on, that I haven't stated are a reference, are purely fictional. I do not condone killing unless it is justified, i.e. Hunting animals or as a last resort in defence. Any similarities to any persons mentioned are purely coincidental, unless it is in reference then I will have stated where the reference was from.
Author's note.
21, This year's lasting a little longer than the last one isn't it.
So, where did we leave off...
Kagekao killin' and drinkin' with Teer and Helen; Masky, Hoodie, and Slendy having some fun in Pennsylvania and Hogwarts has suffered its second attack.
Well, at least things are going to get better for Isaac and... wait, hold on.
What?
You mean it... it gets worse?
Ok, scratch that, things get worse for Isaac.
Anyway, since I'm going to keep up with the idea of doing a CP based chapter. I'd better go through my method of choosing who to write and where they make the kill.
Online random generators.
Pretty simple, I know, but if I ever write a kill scene that's fairly close to an irl situation then I'd rather have this here so I can say that it's complete coincidence.
Also, the story has hit 15,000 views.
I'm back on the broken record wagon again, but thank you all for sticking with this story.
So, as per usual, onto the reviews.
Sweet smilie;
Yes, the M.A.C.U.S.A pin is different colours for people who know about magic and people who don't.
For Lockhart, I am going to start planning his downfall soon so I can have fun with it when I get there.
I will keep a note of being impaled on glass, that does sound fun to write.
Yep, I am starting to go a little more into the CP side of Isaac and I want to see what I can do with pyrotechnics.
Yeah, I'm going to stick with writing a CP scene at the start and ending on another one at the end.
I do have some sort of idea what I'm going to do with Draco and Blaise, but It'll most likely take time to work out.
Dobby... Dobby is a little annoying, yeah. But I am going to keep with his story arc in this book at least. I might change bits later on if I have him pop up again, but I'm sticking to the book for this year at least.
I feel like I'm making Isaac a little too patient. I think it's time for The Apprentice of Laughing Jack to kick it up a notch.
DarkRavie;
Glad you like it.
Again, any other thoughts?
Matt;
Welcome to the story.
Yeah, I'm having a little too much fun whenever I write a death scene. But yeah, if they get reincarnated they'll most definitely avoid forests.
TheMarpasChappers;
MARPASSSSS!
Was getting worried there.
I have thought about Grossman from L.J's origin and I do think that it would be interesting to do something there.
Maybe in the future.
Yay, a new list,
1, Lockhart's death.
I have started planning, going to have a mindmap ready for when I write that chapter. Might dedicate a whole chapter to it, I don't know.
2, Mandrakes.
I might know of one plant based Creepypasta, I'd have to find and check.
3, Colin.
Yes, Colin is such a fanboy.
I think that Colin might be the biggest fan of the Isaac Rogers Creepypasta story when I write it.
Now that is a question that I'm not going to touch with a ten-foot pole.
4, Ages.
The way I sort of imagine things is that they still sort of aged for a while, maybe three or four years at most if they were still alive, but their glamours can shift a few years between them so that one that was about seventeen could look about thirteen to twenty-two. Jeff could have passed for a legal age and gotten a fake I.D from Ben, but I don't think that he's much of a drinker. Plus he was on a job.
TheMarpasChappers... again;
A double, I am very honoured.
Lockhart is, unfortunately for Isaac, is going to live till the summer at least.
"Aww,"
"Oh be quiet, Isaac, I'm writing a few pieces for his comeuppance later. Also how did you get here, I closed the portal?"
"Gotta go!"
"ISAAC!"
"He's gone, and I need to see how he got the portal open,"
Anyway, where was I?
Ah, yes, Lockhart lives till the end of the school year.
L.J I feel like would be interested in knowing how to remove bones without breaking the skin, yeah, but I think he wouldn't use it often since he would want to cause pain as he removed each and every bone.
The list 2, Electric Boogaloo.
1, Christmas.
I... I can see him doing that, but he's a little too young to be buying wine so maybe in the future. And you answer that right as soon as I finish writing that, I should read the entire review first next time.
I am pretty sure that the Black's would have a torture chamber so I'll keep that in mind for the future.
2, Isaac the Werewolf.
You are the main drive behind EXTRAS right now. Why are these such good concepts? Fenrir would be a newborn puppy compared to a Creep-Werewolf.
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I need to write an EXTRAS chapter as soon as possible, that image is just too cute.
3, Polyjuice.
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ANOTHER EXTRAS CHAPTER!
'sighs'
I need to make a list for these. Why, why, why...
"Delilah!"
"PISS OFF L.J!"
Anyway, why are your ideas so good? Can you be my EXTRAS idea generator from now on, saves me a whole load of trouble.
Alright, anything else I need to talk about...
No, can't think of anything, so that means it's time to check in with 'DP',
So, anything exciting happen in 'Merica?
Not much is really going on here that I know of. Have a wonderful day readers, and see you all in the next chapter.
My response.
Right then, back to the fic.
Till the next one,
SteamGeek01.
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Christlicher Garten, Berlin.
The man watched the two girls wander around the gardens, chatting to each other absent-mindedly as they wandered through the botanical gardens.
He gripped the worn and stained hunting knife in his hand till it shook.
His eyes zeroed in on the smaller of the two as she made some excuse to her friend about the toilet and hurried off, back towards the faculties.
Her friend, however, waved her off and slowly walked deeper into the forest.
The man let out a low and dark chuckle, "Kleiner Hirsch, kleiner Hirsch. Besser fang an zu rennen weil dein Ende nah ist," (1)
The man lumbered towards the girl.
Just as he got nearer someone approached her.
He quickly slid behind a tree to avoid the brown-haired teen seeing him as he talked to the girl.
From the sounds of his accent, the kid must have been an American tourist.
"Yeah, um" the teen said, "Hi, I'm looking for my friend? He's about this tall, brown hair...
and you don't speak English, do you?"
The girl covered her mouth with the back of her hand as she laughed before saying, in broken English, that she hadn't seen his friend and suggested that he try the tea house over by Chinesischer Garten.
The teen thanked her, parts of him moved sporadically as he spoke and walked away.
The man muttered a curse at the teen for delaying his kill before moving round from behind the tree.
A hand was clamped over his mouth and before he could make a noise in confusion something was forced along his throat and he was choking on his blood, coughing up large amounts onto the person's hand.
"Nacht, Nacht," a voice growled in his ear as he dropped down to the ground. Dead.(2)
The figure cracked his neck, running a hand over the scar on his neck before kicking and rolling the person into a ditch hidden by bushes and dumping a bunch of leaves over the puddle of blood on the ground.
"Well, well, that went well," Toby said roughly between bites on a bar of dark chocolate.
"Dude's dead," the figure grunted, "Let's blow this joint,"
"C'mon, Sully," Toby said, waving a second bar of chocolate under his nose, "Just coz the job's done, don't mean the fun's done too,"
Sully snatched the bar of chocolate from Toby and threw it into the undergrowth.
Toby had gotten better around Liu; though his method for dealing with his other personality, Sully, could have been better.
It turns out that the demon had been suppressing the 'Sully' personality when possessing Liu and had taken its name.
Liu had taken some time to get used to the fact that a Sully could still be in control of his body sometimes, but Sully had pretty bluntly stated that he didn't give a rat's ass about whether Liu stayed in control for most of the time as long as he got out every so often.
Everyone did have to admit that Sully was pretty handy to have around whenever dealing with a demon problem. He harbored an extreme vengeance for them from being locked up by the demon that had possessed Liu and having his name taken by the thing.
"What do you suggest we do?" Sully grumbled as Toby fell into step next to him.
"Well... we are in Germany, land of chocolate confection, might as well try the shops,"
Toby said, scrunching up the wrapper and throwing it into a bin as they passed the tea house.
After wandering towards a street market Sully started to stumble and he was walking like he was a little drunk.
Toby quickly found a bench for them to sit down at until the change had happened and Liu was back.
After waiting for the small headache to go away the two of them meandered amongst the many vendors, grabbing a couple of salted pretzels to eat as they walked.
Liu, Toby had decided, was better company for shopping than Sully as they stopped at a shop so Liu could buy an emerald green scarf that caught his eye.
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Hogwarts.
Isaac Rogers sat alone in the library. Ron and Hermione had stopped on their way to check the potion.
Lately, things at Hogwarts were not going well.
His week had started off fairly amusing to him when Hedwig had brought him a small parcel and two accompanying letters from the Mansion.
The first letter was from Toby, wanting to know that he was alright and warning him against doing anything stupid.
Ben had snatched the letter away and wrote in ~Without us!~
The rest of the letter was his usual fix of getting a little bit of what's been going on back home regarding their 'Jobs'.
Tim and Brian had helped decorate a tree, Ben had 'fixed' a few people's computer systems, and 'L.J' had fallen out of a tree while climbing and 'nearly' crashed into the gardening shed.
The other letter merely said,
~Give them hell~
He had been confused about that letter until he opened the aforementioned parcel.
It turned out to be a hunting knife delivered from Jeff, who had said that if something was going around attacking students then he'd better take a good chunk out of it that could feed E.J for a week.
The knife had been shoved deep into his bag until he could stuff it into his trunk in Gryffindor Tower.
He had felt that the knife would most likely have been taken away from him if anyone found out about it.
He had started carrying around the throwing knives again, though. They were small in size and weren't that different from the knives that they used in Potions so he felt like he could get away there.
The week had gotten progressively worse.
When Professor McGonagall came round with the sheet for who was staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas holidays there was a definite decrease in those staying than those that had last year.
Thankfully, for their plan, Malfoy was staying at Hogwarts for Christmas so they could carry out their plan into action then.
Things had even been decent in Potions, the only thing that went wrong was Goyle spilling his Swelling Solution over onto the desk and his hands inflated to the size of those foam fingers that you see at sporting events.
Snape's eyes lingered on Isaac throughout the lesson but he didn't say anything. Isaac suspected that Snape thought he had something to do with the missing ingredients from his cupboard.
The point that marked the downturn of the week had been the announcement that a dueling club was going to be established.
Rumours went from it being held by Professor Snape, who was notorious for having a fascination with the Dark Arts, to Professor Flitwick who had been a dueling champion in his youth.
"As long as it's not..." Isaac said on the day before groaning loudly.
Lockhart sauntered into the room wearing robes of deep plum.
Snape wasn't far behind him in his usual all black attire.
Isaac nearly left the club then and there but the doors had snapped shut behind them and Lockhart was now standing on a platform in the middle of the room.
What had followed had been another mess on Lockhart's behalf.
After a demonstration, which involved Isaac barely containing his cheer when Snape sent Lockhart flying off the stage and landing hard on his ass, they had been set up in pairs.
Snape had reached them before Lockhart and Isaac found himself paired against Draco
while Ron was paired with Seamus and Hermione a heavy-jawed Slytherin.
A quick nod and smile and each other knew that they weren't going to cast the disarm spell that Snape had shown.
Instead both of them used different play hexes.
Isaac was hit with one that acted like getting a rug pulled out from under our feet while Draco was met with a tickling curse.
Snape glared at Isaac as he went around fixing any damage caused during the duel.
Ron's wand seemed to be reaching it's breaking point as it somehow caused a cloud of green smoke to hang over them as he supported an ashen faced Seamus as he apologised for whatever his wand had done.
Hermione's partner had her in a headlock, their wands forgotten on the floor, and Isaac rushed to Hermione's aid. He easily removed the Slytherin from Hermione, adding pressure to a sensitive point in the inner arm got rid of the hold on Hermione fairly easily.
After Snape managed damage control of the many unprepared students, while Lockhart flitted around with next to useless advice, they chose a pair of students to demonstrate how to block a spell.
Snape shot down the use of Neville and his partner Justin and brought Isaac and Draco to the stadium instead.
Everyone crowded around as, to their knowledge, the chosen pair had an intense rivalry.
Lockhart bungled an attempt at showing Isaac how to block a spell, dropping his wand and eliciting more growls from Isaac for the continued use of his old name.
Isaac turned back to face Malfoy and resigned himself to whatever the hell that he was going to cast.
Isaac gave Malfoy a look that said, "Really," when a long, black, snake shot out of the end of his wand and landed roughly on the floor.
Lockhart shoved past him to get to the snake before Professor Snape, declaring that he would get rid of it.
Lockhart ended up causing the snake to fly ten feet into the air and land harshly on the ground in front of Justin.
The snake reared to attack Justin when Isaac shouted out, $"OI! Piss off, leave him alone,"$ The snake turned to face him before slumping back into an unmoving coil on the floor.
Snape cast a spell that disintegrated the snake while Isaac turned with a smile to see if Justin was alright.
Justin looked terrified.
He shouted at Isaac before storming out of the hall amidst the mutterings that had started.
Isaac watched his retreating back confusedly while Ron and Hermione pulled him back to Gryffindor Tower, away from the looks that many were giving him.
He was a little confused about how scared they were when Ron started asking him about how he never told them that he was a 'Parselmouth'
"Eh?" Isaac said, "A what?"
"You know, a Parseltongue," Ron said.
"Saying the same thing again doesn't answer the question," Isaac said.
"It means you can talk to snakes," Hermione said.
"Oh," said Isaac, wondering why Ron didn't just say that, "Yeah. L.J has a mamba that he called Lucille for a good few years, I ended up chatting with him and he told me that his name was Kalakuta,"
Ron let out a mirthless laugh while Hermione looked extremely worried.
"Oh so what?" Isaac said, throwing his hands out at his sides, "I bet a bunch of people can do it, what's so bad about..."
"They can't!" Ron said, "It's not a very common gift. Isaac, this is bad,"
"What's bad?" Isaac said, starting to get annoyed, "If I hadn't told the snake not to attack Justin then..."
"Oh, that's what you said," Ron said.
"Yeah, what else would I... wait what?" Isaac asked, "You were there, what do you mean that you couldn't hear me?"
"I heard you speaking Parseltongue," said Ron, "Snake language. No wonder Justin freaked, it sounded like you were egging it on, or something. It was really creepy,"
"I... but... it's another language?" Isaac said, letting his arms drop to his sides, "Huh. I always thought that I could just understand them, but I was speaking English,"
"What does it matter how I stopped Justin joining the Headless-Hunt, as long as that he's still alive ?"
"Isaac, it matters," Hermione said, finally speaking, "Because being able to speak to serpents was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That's why the symbol for Slytherin house is a serpent,"
Isaac stared at her.
"Exactly," said Ron, "And now the school's going to think that you're his great-great-great-great-grandson or something,"
"But I..." Isaac said, thinking back to what the sorting hat had said in first-year, 'You could be great in Slytherin...'
"I'm not," Isaac said.
"You'll find that hard to prove," said Hermione, "He lived about a thousand years ago. For all we know, you could be,"
And that was when the week had officially reached rock bottom.
And that was how Isaac Rogers found himself alone in the Hogwarts library, sitting at a table by himself with a potions book open in front of him, while hushed whispers floated amongst the other students as they cast wary glances his way.
Isaac ignored them and tried to focus on the potions book in front of him.
"It's odd being alone," Isaac jumped a little, "Isn't it?"
A girl with platinum blonde hair and large eyes sat across from him.
He wondered how he hadn't heard her sitting down or walking over, shoes on stone tended to make noise.
"But when you're alone, you feel safe," the girl continued, "But that's a false safe. Like a night-light,"
She looked around the library, ignoring the many 'What are you doing?' looks she had gotten.
"It's better when you've got those you can call friend with you,"
And with that, she left. Humming a tune that Isaac couldn't quite place but was sure he had heard somewhere.
Isaac's head followed her as she walked out of the library. He noticed that, for some reason, she wasn't wearing any shoes.
Isaac shook his head, wondering what the hell had just happened, before turning back to the book with a sigh and scribbling a few properties of common potion ingredients.
The next day had Isaac finding out just how wrong he had been when he had thought that it had gotten as bad as it could get.
At Hermione's prompting he had gone to seek out Justin since their Herbology periods were now a free class since Professor Sprout needed to keep a closer eye on the mandrakes that were needed for the petrification cure.
He had a couple of letters to send home so he could do that while he was out as well.
Isaac descended the stairs into the empty corridor, thumbing the throwing knife that he had hidden on him.
He stopped at the end of the corridor.
He had no idea where the Hufflepuff dormitories were, and he had no idea what Justin would be doing.
He decided to go post his letter first.
After that he headed back inside, making his way towards the library.
In the distance as he made his way back from the Owlery, he heard a distant yelp from the direction of Hagrid's hut.
Isaac imagined that Hagrid had probably gotten chomped by some creature or another.
The trip to the library yielded no results for Justin, but there was a group of Hufflepuffs there so he went over to ask them where he was.
He had just reached the bookshelves next to them when he caught what they were saying.
"So, anyway," a stout boy said, "I told Justin to hide up in our dormitory. I mean, if Potter..."
"Rogers," came the instinctive reply from a few that sat there and Isaac stifled a snort by stuffing his fist in his mouth.
"Whatever!" the boy snapped, "Point is that he's marked him down as his next victim. He's probably been on his list since he told him that he was Muggle-born. Justin actually told him that he was down for Eton. That's not the sort of thing that you bandy about when Slytherin's heir is on the loose,"
"You definitely think that it's him then, Ernie?" a pig-tailed girl asked.
"Hannah, he's a Parselmouth. Everyone knows that's the mark of a dark wizard. Have you ever heard a decent one who could talk to snakes?"
"Look at Creevey," Ernie went on, "He was taking those pictures when Potter..."
"Rogers,"
"Whatever! Point is that Colin got him riled up by taking those photos of him lying in the mud with a broken arm. And not even a day later Creevey's attacked!"
"He always seems so nice, though," Hannah said.
"What about Filch's cat then?" another boy said.
Ernie stalled for a moment.
"Filch is a squib," he said, " Go for an easy target,"
Isaac had had enough and walked around.
"Hello," he said, unable to help the small smile on his face as they jumped, "I want to talk to Justin, have you seen him?"
The Hufflepuffs looked like their worst fears had been confirmed.
"What do you want with him?" Ernie asked, his voice quavering slightly.
"Well after being reliably informed that I somehow spoke another language, I always thought that I was speaking English but I could understand them, I thought that Justin, and from the sounds of things a few others, might have the wrong idea about what happened at the dueling club," Isaac said as he watched Ernie pale a little.
"We were there, we saw what happened," Ernie said defiantly.
"So you saw me stop the snake from attacking Justin, good, now could you tell me where he is?" Isaac asked.
"We saw you chasing the snake towards Justin, egging it on in Parseltongue," Ernie said, a little colour returning to his cheeks.
"Do you know what I said to the snake?" Isaac asked, getting a little annoyed.
"Does it matter?" Ernie said.
"I said, 'OI! Piss off and leave him alone,' why would I want to attack Justin?" Isaac said. The Hufflepuffs exchanged glances at each other.
"I've heard that you hated those Muggle relatives of yours, and I'll have... you..." Ernie trailed off as Hannah grabbed his arm, eyes wide as she looked at him.
Isaac hadn't said a thing.
Any light in his eyes was gone and they looked unfocused and glassy.
"If you had met them then you would think the same," Isaac said softly, "I don't care about'blood-status' or whatever bullshit that useless guff is,"
"Besides, if I was going to kill anyone it'd be more likely to be Lockhart," Isaac added on, almost too casually.
"Going after those that can stop you then?" Ernie said accusingly, puffing his chest.
"No. He's an annoying as all fuck moron with an ego I could use to climb to the freaking moon," Isaac said and one or two Hufflepuffs looked like they had bit back a laugh.
"ATTACK!" a loud yell echoed down the corridors, "ATTACK! ANOTHER ATTACK!
NO MORTAL OR GHOST IS SAFE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! ATTAAAACK!"
Ernie looked at Isaac. Glaring with all his might.
Snape's glare was better.
"Who'd you attack this time, Potter?"
Isaac glared back.
His was more effective as every Hufflepuff leant back and Ernie took a step away from him.
"I've been here talking to you, dumbfuck, how can it be me?" Isaac said.
Isaac blinked, Jeff's vocab was rubbing off on him.
A few moments later, Peeves zoomed past the library door.
" Rogers a rotter, oh what have you done ..." the rest of the song was cut off as he sped past as Madam Pince brandished her wand at the poltergeist.
"Who did you attack Potter?" Ernie said again, pointing at him.
"No one," Isaac snarled, "But keep calling me 'Potter' and that might change in a moment," his hand was shaking slightly and he ignored the tingling feeling in his fingertips.
A tense standoff lasted for a moment where neither said anything.
"Mr Rogers," Professor McGonagall said softly. Isaac wasn't sure when she had turned up, "The Headmaster would like to have a word,"
Isaac turned and walked to where she was standing, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"I know you're guilty, Potter," Ernie called after them and continued glaring, despite the stern look that Professor McGonagall gave him.
A brightly wrapped red and gold sweet flew past them and hit Ernie between the eyes.
Isaac was paused at the door, not looking back and arm outstretched.
He didn't glance back.
Just dropped his arm, sliding it back into his pocket, straightened his head and waited for Professor McGonagall to lead the way.
Ernie stooped down and picked up the sweet, muttering a magic detection spell that came up with nothing, unwrapped and ate it.
Isaac followed Professor Mcgonagall as she led him along to a large griffin statue.
She ushered Isaac to stand at the base of the statue.
"Mr Rogers," she said, looking at him sternly through the glasses fixed on her nose, "A point from Gryffindor for throwing items at a fellow student," Isaac blinked and shrugged facially.
"Sherbert Lemon," she said and the griffon statue rotated as a stairwell roses from the ground.
When he was out of sight, she relaxed and smiled.
"Two points to Gryffindor for bloody good aim," she muttered before walking away.
Isaac balanced himself as the staircase came to a halt in front of a door with a griffin shaped door knocker made of brass.
Isaac gripped the base of the brass knocker and banged it against the door four times.
The door opened slowly and Isaac walked inside.
Professor Dumbledore's office was empty, numerous objects to which Isaac had no idea as to their intention, whirred and clinked on a table.
Two large bookcases were wrapped along the curved wall behind what must have been the Professor's desk.
Almost every space of the wall and domed ceiling of the space in which Isaac now stood was covered in the sleeping portraits of who must have been the previous headmasters and headmistress' of Hogwarts.
Isaac looked around the room and paused when he found the sorting hat, walking over to where is sat on another large shelving unit.
"Bee in your bonnet, Rogers?" the hat asked as it came to life as Isaac stopped at the bottom of the bookcase.
"No – well, not to be a bother, but,"
"You've been wondering if I put you in the right house," said the hat smartly, "Yes... you would have been difficult to place. But I stand by what I said last year-" Isaac relaxed a little, "- you would have done well in Slytherin,"
And with that the hat was silent once more.
"Maybe," Isaac said softly.
A strangled noise had him spinning to face the desk.
His hand was halfway to the throwing knife tucked inside his belt and under his shirt when he saw where the noise came from.
What looked like an old feather duster, in an even more decrepit state than even Errol, was some bird swaying softly on a golden perch.
Isaac looked at the sickly looking bird, wondering whether to put it out of its misery when it burst into flames.
Isaac took a step back, watching the flames consume the bird until there was nothing but ash and old feathers around where it had stood.
The office door opened and Professor Dumbledore walked in, looking sombre.
"Professor," Isaac said as he closed the door, "Your bird kinda, sorta, blew up,"
To his surprise Professor Dumbledore smiled.
"Did he, I've been telling him to get a move on for days now," he chuckled softly, placing a hand on Isaac's back as he guided him to the stand.
"Fawkes," Dumbledore said and Isaac let out a cough that masked a chuckle, "Is a phoenix,
Isaac, they burn when it is time for them to die. And they are reborn from the ashes,"
He pointed at where a tiny, wrinkled, bird poked its head out from the ashes. It was quite as ugly as the old one and a small pile of ash was stuck on it's head and beak, making a small mound that moved with him.
"It's a shame you had to see him on a burning day," Dumbledore said, sitting down as Isaac sat across the desk from him, "Normally he's quite magnificent, as a phoenix is. They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make extremely faithful pets,"
Before either of them could say another thing, Hagrid came bursting in, waving a dead rooster around in a massive hand.
"It wasn' him Professor,"
It took a minute to calm Hagrid down, he was shouting over them saying that he had seen Isaac walking back from the Owlery and go straight into the library.
After Professor Dumbledore said that he didn't believe that Isaac was to blame Hagrid awkwardly excused himself to wait outside.
Isaac was thankful that Professor Dumbledore believed him and asked whether anything was bothering him.
Isaac told him "No," and Professor Dumbledore let him leave so that he could go for lunch.
Isaac felt better after talking to Professor Dumbledore as he walked down to the Great Hall, joining Ron and Hermione where they sat.
As he sat he finally gave in to the tingling feeling in his fingertips and when he examined them he found them a dull shine. Like he had burnt them slightly on something.
He shook them to get rid of the feeling as he picked up his knife and fork, cutting into a baked potato that lay in front of him.
Professor Dumbledore and Hagrid came walking through the entrance hall not too long after, Hagrid leaving with the dead rooster and heading towards his house.
Ernie Macmillan left lunch halfway through and he didn't show up to classes later.
People panicked at hearing this and quite a few sent accusing glances and stares at Isaac but Ernie's friends confirmed that he was just excused by Madam Pomfrey since he was sick.
He did turned up at dinner looking very peaky.
Fred and George noted the blank, but oddly satisfied, look that Isaac had as he watched Ernie leave the hall and made a point to ask him what he did at dinner since everyone was leaving for afternoon classes.
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The Mansion.
Hedwig rolled into the room, spinning and tucking her wings in so she could get through the window with ease.
Toby caught the letter addressed to him and Ben, since Ben kept stealing the letter to add onto it while he was writing Isaac had started addressing it to the both of them.
To L.J's surprise a second letter was dropped on him as he walked past.
He picked it up from the ground, not having to bend over due to his incredibly long arms, and read as he walked up the stairs.
He had just finished the main body of the letter and burst out in a sprint to his room.
He slammed the door closed and re-opened it before racing into his carnival.
"PREP LAB ONE! I'VE GOT A WAR TO SUPPLY!" he shouted to the child-zombie hoard as he slowed down to a walk, the carnival whirring into life as discorded songs played through speakers and rides shuddered into tweaky action.
The carnival seemed to come alive with the feeling of Laughing Jack's excitement.
A large bunch of them raced off to prep L.J's favoured room for when he reached it.
Laughing Jack's mind was abuzz with ideas.
'Acid in apples, and poison in peppermints,' he thought gleefully, 'Bear Traps and razor-blades and sharpened spears standing,'
"Watch as the Geezer's heart stops under shredding," he sang as he flung open the doors, "These are a few of my favourite things,"
Kalakuta hisses softly from a the table in which he was sat.
Jack shoved the operating tables aside and pulled a rope dangling in the middle of the room.
Fire roared in ovens with openings shaped like fanged maws and lights flickered, a few bursting, and blinked into life.
"Time to put those venom sacs to work Calculator," Kalakuta hissed as Jack pulled a drawer longer than it should have been from under the table and pulled out a dusty tome.
Laughing Jack let out a low, raspy, chuckle as he trailed a long finger down the content list.
"Thank you, Sammy," he said to a zombie-child that handed him an inventory list.
"Bugger, I'm out of sulfur chloride pentafluoride," Jack said, tapping the list with a finger, "Running low on dyes too,"
Jack pushed the drawer back in.
"Be right back, need to go shopping," he called to the hoards that rushed around as he jogged to a closer door out of the carnival.
As he got closer to the door a memory popped into his mind as he watched an old playmate that was missing his arm run past.
Toby had just gotten the weekly letter from Isaac.
He had been fine until he reached the end of the letter.
"The hell happened to his handwriting?" he joked as he read the last pieces.
Toby's good mood had lasted about ten seconds as he read before yelling, "I gotta go kill a dick," and taking the stairs two at a time.
"What happened?" Masky asked as Ben picked up the letter.
Ben sighed, casting a quick glance at Jeff, "Remember that egotistical douche that nearly had his wrist broke by Jeff?"
Masky nodded.
"Well, thanks to him, Isaac's in the hospital wing having all the bones in his right arm re-grown,"
Jeff stood up, cracked his knuckles and shoulders.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go help Toby kill a dick,"
"No you are not," Slenderman said, stopping Jeff from leaving, "Unfortunately, Lockhart is a celebrity in that world. He is off limits,"
"You're gonna let him off scot free?" Ben asked as he held up the letter.
"What makes you think that Isaac will drop what happened?" Slenderman asked, turning to face the young ghost, "I'd say that Lockhart is going to regret the action dearly by the time that school is done,"
With that he 'ported away.
Looking back on the situation, Toby had been forced to deal with his anger by chopping liberal amounts of wood. They still hadn't run out.
He paused for a moment, looking at the inventory list that he had pocketed.
A shark-like grin formed and he tapped a small line that had been added on on the end.
He still had one left, and he knew what he was going to do with it.
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Hogwarts.
The double attack on Justin and Nearly-Headless Nick, The Gryffindor ghost, as they later found out had turned what had been nervousness into panic.
If whatever was petrifying the students could get the ghosts, then what was it capable of and who could stop it.
Ron thought that if there was one good thing that could have possibly came from all this it was that they got to classes quicker because everyone seemed to dart out of the way whenever Isaac walked down a corridor.
Fred and George were having great fun in all this.
They believed that Isaac was innocent and had fun terrorising the other students because of their stupidity.
They kept ambushing Isaac on his way to class, calling out loudly things like,
"Make way for the heir of Slytherin!"
"Seriously evil wizard coming through!"
"Make way, he's off to the chamber for a cup of tea with his fanged serpent,"
And of course,
"Sod off, Perce," whenever the elder Weasley told them to stop it.
"Now then, we need to make you look like a real villain," Fred said one day as they found Isaac on his way back from Charms.
"How about a nice black and white top-hat?" George said.
"Or, maybe a white mask with black eyes and lips?"
"Or, a black feather shoulder pad?"
"Or, what if we..."
"You guys have gotten way too into those stories," Isaac cut them off and George gasped and tried to ward him off with a large clove of garlic.
By the time that the holidays came Hogwarts was pretty much deserted.
Crabbe and Goyle, as they always did what Draco did, had signed up to stay which made things easier for them when the time came.
Christmas day started earlier than they would have liked with Hermione bursting into the dormitory.
She had been up for an hour and she was confident that the potion was ready.
That had snapped the boys out of their stupor long enough for them to realise that there was a small mound of presents on the foot of their beds.
Isaac managed to convince Hermione to go to her room and bring her presents up so that they could all open them together and in the time that she was gone Ron and Isaac got changed as well.
Isaac quickly shoved a box from L.J under the bed.
He had a good feeling that he knew what was inside and he was thankful for the occasion since he could hide his mischievous grin under the Christmas excitement.
Hermione came back as Isaac opened a gift from Sally, letting out a snort of laughter at the book on how to do sleight-of-hand magic tricks.
Hermione watched eagerly as the two of them opened her presents and placed the box of treacle fudge from Hagrid in front of the fireplace for Isaac.
After opening next to all their gifts, Isaac managed to rope them into saving a couple to open later when they had a break from the inevitable fun they were going to do.
They had planned to take the polyjuice potion later after dinner where most people would be too tired to notice if 'Crabbe and Goyle' were acting differently.
Later on, as they watched the twins get chased by Percy after he found out that they had charmed his prefect badge to say 'Pinhead', they discussed how they were going to get Crabbe and Goyle out of the way for their plan.
Hermione thankfully, because Isaac did not want to fight them even if he could take them both out, supplied the answer.
She had filled two cupcakes with a sleeping draught and that left Isaac and Ron waiting outside the Great Hall for the two greedy Slytherins to finish.
Isaac cast the hovering charm they learned in first-year to levitate the cupcakes into their view as they left the hall and the two of them scoffed them down.
"How thick can you get?" Ron said through a huff of laughter as the two Slytherins keeled over unconscious.
After dragging the two of them into a supply closet and yanking out some of their hairs they rushed to Hermione already at Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to take the potion.
Isaac would rather deal with being locked in a room with a pissed off Jeff than take that potion again.
It felt like there was live snakes in his stomach and his skin bubbled like hot wax as his features changed to those of Vincent Crabbe.
He took off his glasses since he no longer needed them and did a double take as Gregory Goyle exited the bathstall that Ron had run into in case that he was sick.
'Never letting the guys back home find out about this. No way, no how,' he thought as he loosened the necklace that Toby had given him and put it in his pocket.
His neck, well Crabbe's, felt oddly bare without it he had been wearing it for so long.
Ron was busy examining himself in the mirror Isaac went to check on Hermione.
"I- I don't think I'm able to go," the higher than Isaac would have thought for someone like Millicent Bulstrode, the Slytherin that Hermione had been paired with in the dueling club and had subsequently left a hair on Hermione during the headlock.
After arguing for a minute of their precious sixty that they had before the potion wore off they left her in the stall and headed toward the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was.
After spending a good half hour lost, not getting any help from a Ravenclaw prefect that stiffly ignored their request for help, and coming across Ron's brother Percy, Draco finally made an appearance and led the way to the Slytherin common rooms.
It was very green, more subtle with the colour palette than the Gryffindor common room was and Isaac honestly felt that the place was rather calming. Ornamental snakes without beginning or end decorated the room, their heads and tails lost in the marble that made up the bases of the structures and chandeliers overhead cast off a light glow that made the room feel like it was saturated with power, yet welcoming.
The endeavour with the potion was pretty much pointless since even as Crabbe and Goyle Malfoy said nothing different than what he had told Isaac.
Isaac was in two minds about this since it meant that Draco did consider him close enough to be honest and truthful with him.
They had left when Ron's hair had started turning red again, feigning going to get a potion for Crabbe's stomach since they had used the excuse for him overeating whenever Malfoy got too close to insulting the Weasleys and a Muggleborn and Ron reacted.
When they got back the potion had worn off completely and they stumbled over the now too-long robes that they wore.
What they returned to was shocking.
Moaning Myrtle.
Moaning Myrtle.
Was laughing hysterically.
She urged for them to take a look and Isaac felt like his eyebrows were going to rise off of his head at the sight.
Hermione was covered head to foot in fur.
Large whiskers were sprouted on her cheeks and her eyes had turned yellow.
She howled that it had been a cat's hair, not Bulstrode's own hair, and that the potion was for human transformation only.
Isaac had made an involuntary twitch to his knife at this but caught himself in time.
'It's Hermione, not him,' he repeated in his head as Ron snickered at Hermione's tail.
Moaning Myrtle followed them for a good portion to the hospital wing. She had turned around and left when Isaac snapped, "And how exactly good does it feel to be pick on? You know what it's like on the other end of the stick, so maybe shut up or go away!"
Meanwhile Hermione slapped Ron slightly when he had tried to stroke her like a cat. The small claws on her hands left a couple of scratches.
Myrtle sobered up a little at that and left them while the took Hermione to Madam Pomfrey.
Isaac gave the excuse that it had been a hair-raising potion gone wrong and that seemed to keep her happy as she sent them away, saying that it was late at night.
Isaac argued that there was still at least two hours until curfew and asked that if they could maybe bring the last of Hermione's gifts to the hospital wing for her to open.
Maybe it was the Christmas cheer, or perhaps the matron was too tired to care, but she let them gather the rest of Hermione's gifts from their dorm and brought them down to her.
After their allotted hour was up Isaac and Ron took the gifts up to the common room.
After spending a couple of minutes lamenting the lack of learning anything from Malfoy they spent the rest of the evening toying with their new gifts.
Ron was immersed in a book on famous Quidditch matches while Isaac read through and practiced a few tricks from the book that Sally had sent him.
While ron was preoccupied with his book Isaac quickly went upstairs and dug out the box from L.J.
He opened it carefully, looking through the many items within.
His eyes settled on a bottle tucked into a corner with a few pictures labeled with black cornered sticky notes and he decided that it was perfect.
The pictures showed the 'claimed result' that the bottle would give and the other pair the actual result.
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Lockhart's office.
Gilderoy Lockhart signed off the next fan letter with a flourish as a snowy owl flew in through the window.
"Latecomers," he chortled as he saw the scarlet envelope, "Ooh, a lover perhaps," he amused himself as he opened the red envelope.
"SO WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO... WAIT, IS IT WRITING BY ITSELF? OH THAT'S COOL!"
Lockhart dived under the desk at the loud explosion from the letter.
His mind panicking as he thought of who could possibly have sent him a howler !
An overly jealous witch? No, the voice was male, but he didn't rule out the jealous luster theory yet.
His blood ran cold as he thought that it could have possibly been someone in relation to one of the witches or wizards that he had claimed their achievements as his own.
"IT'S CALLED A HOWLER, YOU USE IT TO GET A MESSAGE ACROSS IN THE CLEAREST FORMAT POSSIBLE!" a raspy voice that he thought he had heard before joined into the fray.
"REALLY? WHO YOU SENDING THIS TO?" the first voice asked. Younger than the second.
"THE DICKHEAD THAT REMOVED THE BONES FROM ISAAC'S ARM!"
Lockhart's head hit the desk in his rush to look at the letter.
"REALLY? WELL THEN," a throat was cleared.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY COMMON SENSE IN THAT OVER-INFLATED HEAD OF
YOURS, YOU BLONDE EGOMANIAC!"
"WHY THE FUCKING HELL DID YOU THINK THAT YOU WERE THE PROPERLY QUALIFIED ONE TO HEAL BONES WHEN THE REPORTS FROM MANY STUDENTS SAY THAT YOU'D PROBABLY FAIL AT USING A FUCKING TOASTER?"
Lockhart had no idea what a 'toaster' was but felt insulted all the same.
While this was going on he didn't see the snowy owl fly in and drop a parcel onto the pile of unopened letters.
"NOT TO MENTION HIS BLATANT DISREGARD FOR LAWS CONCERNING THOSE IN THE WITNESS PROTECTION ACT!" the raspy voice added.
"OH YEAH. SPEAKING OF THAT," Lockhart shuddered as the voice dropped to a deathly silent whisper, "If I get any more wind of the fact that you're obsession with my little brother is still going on, then I'll personally see to it that you find out just how enjoyable spending the rest of your life in a wheelchair can be!"
Lockhart paled considerably at the harsh and cold tones that the letter gave before it burst into flames.
Lockhart slipped in his hurried attempt to get up, landing harshly on the ground and seeing stars.
The howler had set fire to the reply letters that he had written and by the time that he remembered the charm to extinguish fire more than half of them had been engulfed in the flames.
He felt his jaw drop pitifully at the sight of the useless reply letters that he would have to re-write.
He sat down and buried his face in his hands on the desk.
This thump caused the unopened letters to shift and the parcel slid down and hit him in the side of his head.
"Oh! What's this?" he said to himself and his portrait selfs as he picked up the parcel.
~My dashing protector,~
Lockhart felt his lips pick up into a smile at the addressing of himself.
~I know that this might do nothing to pay back the deeds that you have done for me,~ ~But I must strive for any chance,~
Lockhart felt his chest rise importantly as he read the rest.
~I enclose a gift of unique origin,~
~In the bottle, you will find the answer to any problem that you may have in relation to your hair. I know that it is flawless by nature, but I worry that one day a jealous...~
Many scratched out words for bitch, slut, and idiot later...
~... individual might try and ruin your image,~
~I know that you could fight them off with broken arms and with your wand taken, but I worry nonetheless,~
~Forever in your debt, my dear,~
~Sara Crogiers,~ (3)
Attached to the letter was a picture of a young woman with a large, messy, knotted and tangled hair do.
This picture was labeled 'Before'.
The other was labeled 'After'.
The same young woman stood there with a lustful look in her eyes. Her hair fell gracefully, silky, and a shine that seemed to match the cleanliness that the hair radiated.
Lockhart tore through the rest of the packaging with vigour and came across the glass bottle with a creamy paste on the inside.
He held the bottle to his chest.
Taking in the security that there was someone out there that knew his struggle.
Image was important after all and, based on the results shown in her picture, he would use the potion for the welcoming of the students back after the holidays.
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Moscow, Russia.
The young woman stared blankly at the screen in front of her.
She snorted in laughter before sending her cousin an email back, asking about the joke email she had received, before turning off her laptop and picking up the duffel bag by the door.
She was about to go on a weekend hunting trip with her fiancé to celebrate the engagement since it was a bank holiday on the monday and they would get an extra day to themselves.
By the time that they got to the site it was rather cold and she huddled in the warmth of the small campervan they had rented and secured it was already nighttime and she was a little wary of the way that shadows seemed to move by themselves amongst the trees.
Her fiancé told her to stop worrying and pressed a warm mug of cocoa and whiskey into her hands.
After the drinks, and the first of what was to be many intimate sessions over the weekend, they settled down in the bed next to him as he reached up and turned the light off.
In the flare of the light as her eyes adjusted she could have sworn that she saw something peeking in.
The next day her to-be-husband was excited at the paw prints that he found outside the campervan and said that this place must be good for hunting.
The day passed without any of them spotting a single woodland creature, just the occasional bird, and making many, increasingly awful, innuendos and puns based on what they could see.
She was grateful for this since she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched by something.
The second day passed in pretty much the same way.
Waiting in the cold undergrowth, making idiotic jokes, without seeing a single living thing besides each other.
The feeling of being watched grew greater and there were times when she felt like something was breathing down her neck.
Her husband joked and said that she was just antsy, laughing away her concerns.
They got worse later that night when she awoke to a demonic grin above her, scratching deep marks in the window and shaking the campervan till it felt like it was going to tip over.
She leapt from bed, her fiancé missing.
She made it to the kitchen just as another violent shake rocked the campervan, throwing everything in the kitchen to the floor. Food spilled all over the floor and her feet were torn by the cutlery on the floor.
She was about to reach the phone when a claw smacked it away.
She backed into the wall as a large, almost the size of a bear, hound dragged itself onto the counter. It's black as night fur clashing with the blood coloured fur of its underside.
From the beast's jaw copious amounts of thick drool escaped it's grin. A grin filled with human teeth.
The lights flickered on and off and the campervan shook with every move the thing made.
She backed further into the wall, pulling in on herself as far as she could to try any feeble attempt at protecting herself.
The beast jumped down from the table, whispers filling the air.
"..."
They were too quiet to hear over the pounding blood in her ears. The campervan felt like it was spinning.
"S...r...d ...he ...r..."
She could feel the very edge of the things breath as it got closer.
She felt like she was being pulled backwards by hooks rope stuck to random parts of her back. The biggest tug coming from the base of her skull.
"Spre...d... the... w...rd..."
The thing was almost upon her. It's foul breath stagnating the air she breathed.
"Spread the word," the voices reached a climax as the very tips of hair brushed against her trembling body.
She threw her head back and screamed.
The lights stopped shaking.
The campervan stopped spinning.
She looked up.
The small kitchen was clean, barely a speck that from the cleaning that she had done earlier marred the place.
The cutlery was back in the drawers.
The light's were bright, almost too bright.
She took off running.
She followed the road that they had taken to get to the grounds, ignoring the burning sensation in her feet that came from both the cold and the sharp stones underfoot.
They had passed a forest services outpost a few miles back.
If she could get there she could get help.
She ran right into something.
She cried out as the thing, which was barely knee height, sent her sprawling in the snow and stone covered road.
Cuts dug into her face, her nightwear torn revealing the pale body underneath.
A low whine, apologetic in tone, met her ears and she spun on the ground to come face to face with a pale cream husky.
Her heart skipped a beat and her breathing stopped as she thought back to the thing that had attacked her.
But had she been attacked?
The kitchen was fine.
Nothing was out of place.
Her fiancé had probably stepped out to relieve himself as the toilet in there was too small for him.
And how could some hellhound have gotten in anyway? They didn't exist.
It was probably a nightmare from the paranoia in the woods and that stupid email that her cousin had sent her.
The husky nuzzled her bleeding face, licking the tender parts in soft kisses.
She babbled to the dog in soft russian. Talking about how silly she was for getting worked up over a nightmare, how cute that he was, and how worried her fiancé must be.
The dog licked the wounds and she batted it's head away but it kept going back.
After pushing with a little more force the dog let out an unearthly growl and swatted at her face with a paw, cleaving more skin away and revealing the bloodied bone of her skull.
Her panic resumed tenfold now as the thing grew outward, it's bones making loud cracks as it grew into the hound from before.
It's fur shone from the two-tone difference, standing out starkly against the pale snow.
He shrieks were cut off as the thing leapt on top of her and forced her to the ground, clawing and biting her until nothing but pained whimpers could be heard.
When she realised that the thing was going for the kill as it reared back onto it's hind legs; and it stopped.
She thought that something had spooked it when it grabbed her foot in it's maw and started dragging her into the trees.
Stones, snow, and twigs scratched and tore the exposed flesh and bone as she tried to claw for anything to use to aid her.
Her pleas and cries for help restarted, but they were intermingled with pained yelling until with a loud crack and next to unbearable agony the thing bit clean through her leg. Her foot came free from her body and the thing snapped it up with a few powerful bites.
It then resumed the dragging, this time with an arm, as her body soon succumbed to the agony... the unending agony, from blood loss; claw marks; bites as deep as stab wounds; and dismemberment.
Over the night fresh snow fell onto the ground and covered any evidence that either had been there.
Save for one patch that stood out clearly from where she had laid as the thing tore into her. That was where most of the blood had pooled.
Her body was found three days later by a search and rescue, at this point a search and recover what we can, party.
The dogs immediately fell onto their legs, flattening their stomachs as flat to the ground as they could, and whined loudly.
The entire of her ribcage was exposed, organs strewn over three square metres from where she lay.
The authorities claimed it to be a bear attack on the poor woman.
Her fiancé had gone to the outpost that she had been trying to reach the night she disappeared. The attendee told them the same story that the man had given him.
One rather unfortunate investigator found what remained of part of her intestines as it fell from the tree and landed with a splatter on him.
He had stepped outside to take a leak.
Heard a scream in the distance and by the time that he got back there was more screaming and had made a beeline for the outpost.
The police investigating released him on the grounds that he was distinctly distressed and that there was no way a normal man could tear apart the young lady with the forces that she had.
Another unlucky tech analyst had the pleasure of going through her emails and search history to check if there had been any death threats or if something had been looked up lately that could have been used to kill her.
He snorted at the email from the deceased's younger cousin.
As if those ghost-chain emails actually did anything other than put you at risk of malware.
He spun quickly in his chair as something wafted across the back of his neck.
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Guess who's done.
Yep, that's the end and I do hope that you enjoyed this chapter.
I'm possibly having a little too much fun writing the kill scenes at the start and end.
So yeah, as usual, I haven't based any of the Creepypasta based kill scenes off of anything other than my own imagination and knowledge of locations randomly spat at me.
Anyway, I hope that you've enjoyed this chapter, I really do.
I'm going to do something a little different next week and I think you'll like that as well.
But, for now, I am done, this chapter is done and I'm starting on the next tomorrow.
Also, I did notice that there's been a mistake in the CP owner bit and I'm fixing that tomorrow so if you got an update, sorry.
Thank you all for reading, and I hope to see you all again next week.
No, really.
Ben's hopping between the reader's laptops, phones, and whatever you might use and I'm watching you read this right now.
Yes you with the glasses sitting there.
Say hi to Slendy and Jeff for me,
they're behind you.
Just kidding. But hey, I'm a little bit of an ass sometimes.
Anyway, sorry that this was a little late, Fanfiction was down for me for a bit, dunno if it was for anyone else.
Till the next one,
SteamGeek01.
Creepypastas in this fic.
Ticci Toby – Kastoway.
Masky / Hoodie / The Operator – Marble Hornets.
Eyeless Jack – Kiki H.
Laughing Jack – Snuffbomb.
Jeff the Killer – BanninK.
Ben Drowned – Jadusable.
Sally – Kiki H.
Slenderman – Victor Surge.
Smile dog – God knows.
Puppeteer – BleedingHeartworks.
Bloody Painter – Delucat.
Kagekao – GingaAkam.
Homicidal Liu – Vampirenote13. No idea if that's right, but it's what I found.
Translations, German.
- "Little deer, little deer. Better start running because your end is near,"
- "Night night,"
The name,
– It's an anagram of Isaac Rogers.