𝕰𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙 2021_Day 14 [Trick]
~Original~
Category: Humor, canonical RL eldritch levels of chaos (you'll see: this is a threat).
𝕯𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓: 𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝕭𝖔𝖝
Richard had been bred and risen in Amity Park and he had dealt with "weird" all his life. Now that ghosts could be seen by naked eye, it was hardly a surprise or a change of pace for the man. Above all, since keeping an eye on tempo and rhythm was his whole job.
You see, Richard was a watchmaker.
Time had always flown oddly in his hometown, making him fascinated with the phenomenon and how to try and measure it.
However, while clocks were his vocation, he had also a couple of hobbies related with clockworks and gears. His latest project, in his modest opinion, was his magnum opus and it was ready and eager to be unleashed in the world.
Richard had everything planned to a T.
The perfect vector for his genius was so punctual that you could make a whole clock based on his appearances, even with Amity distorted time-flux.
As for the delivery, it was so simple that it was almost painful: the vector had an Ego so inflated that few compliments would do the deed.
Afterward, it was only a matter of waiting on the sidelines with "a" camera, ready to record the momentous moment.
Everything went smoothly up to the waiting phase…
Then from around the corner Phantom and his cohort appeared, ready to fight their foe… then they deflated at the fight of him.
Wait.
Was that…
Was that a Grey Parrot?
A ghost of a (usually) talking parrot on the Goth's shoulder?
The ghost of an animal smart and probably savvy enough for his plan to take a step further?
Was the clockwork god smiling at him?
(Yes, yes he was. And he was already savoring the following moments, like the asshole he was.)
Thus, Richard eagerly started filming with the three cameras he had previously placed around the street just for the occasion.
And not a moment too soon…
‒ BEWARE! I, THE BOX GHOST, HAVE BEEN GIFTED THE ULTIMATE POWER! FEEL THE WRATH OF THE MUSIC BOX OF DOOM! ‒ The vector, hem, ghost in overalls loudly proclaimed, opening the lid of the carillon.
Slow, haunting notes* resonated in the air and, while Phantom and his acolytes had covered their ears in anticipation, the parrot was still hearing the music.
That was what Richard was counting for.
Few seconds later, one of the kids noticed the error, but given that it and the people still in the street were apparently unaffected, probably there was no real danger as it had with the Pandora Fiasco or had been something belonging to that Ember-chick.
Tentatively, the four uncovered their ears and glared at the ghost, who didn't notice, since he was looking puzzled at the music box.
…Any second now…
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… A. n. y. S. e. c. o. d. N. o. w…
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‒ 'JɄ₴₮… ₩₳₦₦₳… ₮ɆⱠⱠ… ɎØɄ… ⱧØ₩… ł'₥… ₣ɆɆⱠł₦₲… ₲Ø₮₮₳… ₥₳₭Ɇ… ɎØɄ… Ʉ₦ĐɆⱤ₴₮₳₦Đ… ‒ The ghost parrot started singing, matching the tempo with the carillon with a grating voice that made everything sound even more haunting.
Richard was living the best moment of his life!
A couple of teens not part of Phantom's group was already gawking on the sidelines (having already understood), but apparently the four teenagers victims of Richard's machinations were still on the clueless side… Ah no, the nerd-looking one was beginning to stare in horror.
Though, everything changed when the shameless bird started to belt to the top of his… ectoplasm the next lines.
‒ Ṅ̵̮̦̉͐͆̈́̆͠E̵̡̹̪͖̲͖͕͍͌̀̔͛͜͝ͅV̷͓̦̤̦͎̣̀Ḙ̸͎̳͓̇̽R̶̮̻͇̮͇̈́̂̄̏̽ ̸̛̟͉̰̥̤̹͚̘̻̤͛͝G̶̬̲͋̊̓̀Ǒ̵̞͓͔̽͌̎ͅN̷̢͖̹̣̤̞̜̖̓̎̏͒͒͜Ǹ̶̥̬̰̗͖͖̹̆̿̇͊̚̚Ǎ̸̗̤̘͔́̀̉̊̑̉̈́ ̶̹̮̇̏̀̕G̶͎̗̝̙̩̞̫̀̀͜I̷̛͔͎̦̲̖̤̎V̶̞̤̹͕̣͎̰̍̿͗̐͂͝ͅE̵̢̤͚̺̦͍̳̎́́́̑́̾̓̃͜͝ ̸̧̊͋̌̀͋́̽̌͌Y̸̡̨͓̲̟͉̪̳̲̥̾̂̊͒̀́͠Ǫ̷̰͖͎͔͍̞̩̇̈̌͋̕U̴̻͛͆̈́̾͐̌̕͜ ̵̜͇͎̌͝U̷̧͋̒͐́̊̅̀̈́̈́͜͠P̴̳̮͚̆̏͠ ̴̡̛̭̰͓̹̫̩̫̑̋̓̋̈̚
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N̵̝͑̑͑͌̀̽̀̀͠E̸̛̜͓͇͉̳̣̿̀͐̓̓̈ͅV̷̛̙́͆̂́̒̈́̿̕̚Ë̴͇́͐̍̀̓R̶̩͕͌͋̎̋̍̊̽͝ͅ ̶͕̮̳̺͇͕̯͈̏͗͊̀͛̍͠ͅG̵̬̳̟̰͛̄̒O̷̢͚̜͚̫̩̥͛̀͐̍͜N̸̡̬̥̦̦̞̘̝̼̊̉͛N̸̘̠͙̼̆ͅĄ̶̬̠̙̼̮̬̌͛̐͆̍͌͑ ̸̫̩̣̣̲̙͙͉̀̀̉̅̆̊͋́̐ͅL̷̢̛̰̳̼͛̾̎͐̆̓ͅĚ̶̲͚̰̹̳̹͗̿́̿̉̒̌T̴͇̳̱̙̱̦̫͓̾̐͋̿̈́ ̴̨̳̖̦̖̼͈͔̠́̈́͠Y̶̰͋͑́̎̍̾͘͝Ǫ̸͂͊̃̂̀͋̀̈́͂U̸̱̹͎͍̹̮̱̝̅̈́͒̓͝ ̸̨̨̼̥͕̜̮͍̰̞̏̿̔̌̃̓͝D̶̛̝̞̬̗̞̫͖̥͇͊̿̏̃̈̎̇̈̈́O̵̩͎͍͖̞̗͈̬̲̍́̔͛̈̈́ͅW̸̨͚̖̫̻̫̝̰̳̊̈́̔̓͋͗͒̕ͅN̴̘̥̻͉̻͒̉̈̈́ͅ ̵̪͍͖̜̠́͘ ̷̢̟͙̖̠̘͗
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N̴̨̢̯̼͙̳̣̙̮̿̿̐͛̍̾̍̾́ͅE̸̡͇͈̱̒͊̚͜V̵̹͙̟̩̝̤͂̂̀́̔̍̐̆̑̑E̵̫̻̞̗̩̣̰͆̄̑̈́̓̆͠R̵͕͉̱͎͙̟̘̫̈́̓͌̇ ̶̡̺̠̬͍̱̝͊͑͑Ģ̵̠̙̜̆̈́͒̋O̷̼͕̍̈́Ņ̶͔͈̲̤̉̋̏̂̃̏́̿̽͜N̶̲̬͈͈͊͑̀͊̃Ä̵̟̳̗͈̳͙̖̥͎́͐́̒̕ͅ ̸̢̱̬͈̭̖͎̫̘̃̊̔Ŗ̷̛̛͔̙̳̣̟̠̭̆̌̀̌Ư̷̧̩͓̍̈́̍͛̊͘͠N̶̥̜͓̈́̿̚ ̶̺̪̫͍̥͙́͊̀͠Ä̶̖̞̭̺́͒̒͂̈́̔R̷̡̨̲̮͇̣̝͖̞̔͋̓Ò̵̢̮̟̙͉̘͙͇͍̓͛ͅƯ̸̯̊̈̓̈́͒̑͗N̵͙̆͂̓͑͝͝D̵̹̒͆̏͑ ̵̜̮͔̗͌͆͑A̴̭͈͉̖̍̕N̶̬̈́̈́̏̇̀D̵̳̤̩̀̒̑͛ ̶̟̮̜̼́̉Ď̶̺͆͛̓̀͝E̵͈̳̝͓̻͓͓͙̥͗͋̽̍̓̆̾́͝S̶̢̭̫̑Ȇ̸̠̭̖̐̿̀̀̐͘͝Ȑ̵̢̧̰̖͔̽͛̾́̈̉͘T̷͉̍̑ ̶̢̺̤̞̠͍̞̮̾̒͝͝Y̵͙͖̮̪͎͑̾̀̎̔̃̈͝Ơ̸̛̫̺̲̳̞͈͇̱̰̩͆̔̒͗̍U̶̡̨͓̠͇͖͐̎̏ͅ!
The rest was drowned by a delicious chorus of despair and indignant rage.
Ah, yes. Now the life of Richard the watchmaker was fulfilled.
He had successfully Rickrolled the afterlife out of the most famous ghost in the city.
And who knows, other than re-watching the video to uplift his mood every now and then, maybe in the future this footage would be worth a hefty amount…
*Yes, that's exactly what you think it is.
"Dayshift at Freddy's OST - Rick Roll Music Box" by Danksta Dealer
Sorry, I can't put up a working link for you on FFnet, so check on my profile on Ao3 (it has the same penname), the version of this chapter as a one-shot with the same title… 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜
A/N. I think this is perfect for a Trick prompt, isn't it? ꒰( ｀꒳´)꒱
It all started with a gag on Tumblr, but then when I saw the prompt list I told myself: why not? It's a legitimate part of Halloween to con people, let's try to take things a step further!
Besides, there was this post (I can't find it anymore) floating around about using something else other than slowed-down corrupted nursery rhymes and this song fitted the "haunting" criteria, so no one should complain, really! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و
If you want to curse me or (in the more remote case) pat me on the back, feel free to comment!꒰( ｀꒳´)꒱
Thank you to all who will or have already followed/favorite the series, so type ya tomorrow!
Will Day 15 be Curse or Blessing? Check in "Domestic Phantoms" and you'll find out!