Chapter 3: Another day at the office.
"Now, let's see who's REALLY behind this whole deal," Fred declared as he tugged off the mask, revealing the face of an intelligent looking man with glasses and greying hair.
"Professor Dunwich?!" The gang all cried, surprised. "But why?" Daphne asked.
"Yeah, man, like I thought you liked having more students in your classes," Shaggy said.
Tied up with rope in his bulky costume of a stereotypical grey alien, the man chuffed. "This is my home town, that's why! My college! I don't want a buncha city-loving yuppies with their families and mega corporations setting up shop and turnin' this whole place into just another damn money factory that sucks up all the values and traditions and spits it out for money!" He sighed. "I figured if I could scare off them new college kids and their families by 'abducting' them and givin' them a light show, make 'em think there were aliens out here, they'd stay away. Now they won't stop coming!"
"So it was YOU who shot that fake ray-gun at the Jeffersons," Velma commented. "I knew it was just a laser pointed because it didn't leave any heat marks or damage on the fences."
"They were too scared to notice! They just ran off like I wanted them to," the professor ranted. "And I woulda gotten away with it to, if it hadn't been for you meddling kids… and your dumb dog!"
"Scooby Dooby Doooooooo!" said dog howled, getting a laugh from the others.
Following the day after the incident, Shaggy and Scooby had woken up with next to no memory of what happened the night before. They merely looked confused and ignorant when Zostra and Zoe questioned them. Eventually, they all decided to part ways, the girls not sure how to handle the whole situation.
Shaggy and Scooby had gone on to lead their own lives, eventually making some friends in high school and then college. Velma, Fred, and Daphne were great people and they were both very glad to have them as friends. But then they wanted to make a mystery investigation group.
The trauma of that night lingered in both their minds, hidden behind a wall of repressed memories and self-protection. The thought of anything supernatural, spooky, scary, shrouded in myth or legend, or anything not totally normal shook them both to the core.
So why? Why would two very fearful cowards join a group whose sole purpose was to search out the terrifying unknown and provoke it? Why did they go along with every hare-brained scheme that put them at risk as the bait? Why didn't the two simply find somewhere quiet in the suburbs to settle down and live their life?
Because right alongside that trauma lingered the mental command of their master, an impulse, whispering for them to come home to them, to just come back. They would never remember that night, but they knew their master lay somewhere in the dark and horrifying places of the world. Without wanting to, without meaning to, without any knowledge, they followed their friends into the horrors of every unknown mystery in the subconscious hope that eventually, one day…
They'd find their way back to their master.
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Hey, I finished one of my Fanfictions!
Thanks for reading this little snack of a fic. I'd ask you to review but there's not really much TO review. Do it anyways if you like.
Not to get preachy, but this kinda shit is exactly why I love tabletop roleplaying games; it allows for spontaneous story telling and creation like this. I certainly didn't go into that game of Betrayal at House on the Hill with the intention of making Shaggy and Scooby. But with the other players around me, it happened. In the Tokaido episode of Tabletop, Wil Wheaton quotes Steve Jackson, saying "Every game you play is a roleplaying game". That cannot be more true. So I hope that may give you a bit more fun next time you sit at the table with your friends.
-Waki Paki