I don't own RWBY or Call of Cthulhu
3rd POV
AN: Play Ready or Not: Hide and seek song whenever the mysterious music begins to play. It should start when you hear the phrase "WhO waNt's To PlAY A GaME?"
Foyer Scotland, Along the B852 Road, June 1924
It was the middle of June in Scotland. Yet instead of the lovely view of Lock Ness, the lake was blocked by harsh storms, thick clouds of mist, and flickering bolts of electricity. This made the rocky roads along the cliffs of Foyer more treacherous to travel, especially at night. Yet one person boldly drives his decaying 1920 Nash Touring automobile through the cliffs. Though the question of his courage can be called into question by the way he sluggishly swerves through the curving cliff side road. Inside the car was an elderly man who was now a shadow of his former self. He was in his early seventies, yet despite his age he had a strong build. His hair has long lost its ginger color, and he had started to go bald as well. His clothes were simple yet filthy from an unhealthy diet of bread and strong spirits. A tweed suit jacket over a filthy and tattered black shirt that was semi tucked into a pair of tweed pants. He had a pair of overalls to help keep his pants up, but that were on the fringe of snapping. As he drove his hand reaches down to grab a half empty bottle of scotch that had rolled out from under his seat. As he does a figure appeared on the road. As he finally reaches down to grab it, he had finally noticed the figures silhouette in the high beam of his car and quickly swirled out of the way to avoid her. This nearly sent his vehicle over the side of the cliffs. He took a few seconds to breathe a sigh of relief before looking back over the road. As he takes a moment to calm his nerves, he looks back onto the road to see nobody there. He lets out a small grumble before starting his car. As the car stalled and stammered to start, he begins to get annoyed by the cars refusal to start. So, with a puff of anger her hits the dash of the car. This not only caused the car to start, but also caused the glove box to open. Out falls a few empty bottles of scotch and gin. However, among these highly intoxicating spirits was a wooden cross and some photos of himself. He noticed these items and stared deeply at them. After a few moments he slowly reaches out to grab a certain photo. It was a black and white photo of him in his youth. Next to him was a photo of his eldest son Connor and his youngest daughter Margret. There of course was his beloved wife Amelia. They were so happy together and why wouldn't they. Soon they would be blessed with a third child within a months' time. However, that had never come to pass. As he stares deeply at the photo, tears begin to run down his vomit stained lips. He had never felt so alone in his life, yet here he was. Attending the funeral of his last friend in this earthly world and he couldn't help but snap in this moment of intoxicated depression. He leans on the wheel of the car and begins to cry. As he cries silently into the wheel of the car, the view shifts downwards upon a picture of a baby being baptized by two different parents. He then begins to narrate his life story.
"My name is Father Elliot Bay. But people call me F.E.B, Former Elliot Bay. As some kind of sick joke. At this point in my life, I have to agree. I am the shadow of a man I use to be. But if you lead an unjust life filled with hardship and misery because of a cruel cunt of a god then what man wouldn't be. Atlas I am getting ahead of myself. I suppose you wee posh twats want to know how a man of the cloth, can call his god a fuckin cunt with ease. Well get comfy, it will be a long one. I was born in Edinburgh Scotland in 1852 to a lovely family of three. Me being the oldest I had to look out for my two younger bairn siblings when da and ma passed. Anno that sound a bit cliché when it comes to childhood drama, but there is a reason it happens often you biggin' fucks so shut it and listen." FEB remarks as the photos moved by three boys attending a funeral of their parents. As the screen moves over there was a photo of him winning an illegal bear knuckle brawl.
"By the time I was in my youth, me and my brothers were taken in by the lord's grace, phf right. I was trying hard to get us out of that place. The priest was a bit of a dobber but he was always kind to my idiot brothers. Me though, I have to admit I was a hassle like a blind coo in a glass shop. If I wasn't fighting with me bro's then it's with the boy's behind Duncan's butcher shop. I made most of my money as a bare-knuckle champion." FEB narrates as the view of the photo changes to photo of him in a Scots guard with another scot. He was a little taller than FEB and had a bushy ebony beard. Pined to the photo was a bloodied and crushed Victoria Cross and a Distinguished conduct medals.
"Once my youngest brother was eighteen, I went out into the world for adventure and glory. What I found was imperialism and death. I was there at the battle of Rorke's Drift back in 1879. People may call it a resounding British victory over the natives, but they have never had the pleasure to see a human skull bursting like a melon under a hammer. That wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. An I was one of the bloodiest fuckers on the field. Heh, funny thing about war, if you are a bloody beast who would do just about anything to kill the enemies. They don't put you down like the mad dog, rather they give you a piece of tin and tell you were a good boy. Still if I can say the one good thing that came from all that bloodshed, was my friend Rodrick Drum." FEB remarks with a mixture of spite and regret as the screen pulls sideways to a photo of him attending another funeral, this time for his youngest brother.
"If the horror and stupidity of the war wasn't bad enough, I had returned home to find that my youngest had died from a fucking overdose of opium. Fucking immigrants might have got him hooked but then again, his friends were dodgier than those yellow bastards are. Still despite how I had to lay another Bay in the ground at least something good came from god's fucken annas. My beloved Amelia. The woman who actually convinced me for a wee time, to like that dug fucker above." The view pans over to the side where he and his wife were posing for a photo on their marriage. Her wife had ginger hair like himself, they were well hidden behind her nun uniform but a few strands made its presences.
"She was a nun from the local church. Did some time nursing the poor lads who have the 'pleasure' to be injured for their king and country. So, she understood what I went through during the war. We were wed two years later in 1883. I worked the shipyard while she remains faithful to her practices. It was a hard and tough time for us both. Me only living brother soon fell ill while away at Miskatonic University. Worst part was that he was buried in a close casket funeral. I mean who has a close casket funeral when they die from heart failure?! It had suspicion written all over it. Suffice to say I now must live with the guilt that due to my limited funds and the arrival of my first child snuffed out any chance for further infestation." The photo changes to a newspaper clipping of FEB's brother's death. It read. "Student found dead, Missing papers points to foul play. Autopsy says natural death. Coincidence?" It then pounds down towards a photo of FEB standing with two children next to two freshly dug graves.
"My first born was born in 1886. A little boy we called Connor Bay after my second brother. He grew up proud and strong like his old man, yet he was companionate like his mum. We were blessed with another child in 1891 with a little girl, Margret Bay. We were about to have a third when old fuck face himself caused some complication causing my wife's death along with my third child. Once more I had dawn the black to mourn another loss." The view shifts downwards to a crumpled and torn picture of him wearing a preacher cloth.
"I was fool to believe that there was kind god. Once my wife passed, I found may to the bottom of a bottle real fast. I would have let the state take my kids if it wasn't for my wife's congregation. They supported me and helped me back onto my feet. From their they somehow convinced me to take up the cloth… or did that old crossed bastard did? I can never remember what had happened. I was too deep in depression and booze to care to remember." The view then shifts to another photo of him at a wedding. His daughter was kissing her bride. At that wedding, FEB stood next to his son. Instead of a tux he was wearing military uniform.
"For the next decade I was kissing that lord's ass, but at least they were good years. My lad went into the service to try and impress me. Still have mix feelings of pride and sadness for my wee lad Connor. Margret tried to get a job in Oxford. Instead she found herself marrying some British puff who had some of the most obnoxious snobby friends. I don't know how Margret and Author managed to fall for each other, seeing they argued about almost everything; but she was happy and so was I… that was until Belgium was invaded by the fucking Hun's." The view then shifts to a photo of Britain after the first wave of Zeppelin bombings and his daughter helping those who were injured in the bombings.
"The shadow of war had finally fallen on Europe. Britain had joined with our oldest enemy, the French when the Huns crossed over into Belgium. My son Connor said his goodbyes and left to fight in France. My daughter Margret helped the war effort by working in the factories. Her husband, though I still don't give him enough credit worked hard to encourage his wealthy elite friends to pay for war bounds. Me, I helped around the hospitals when the wounded boys came back from the Western Front. As Months turn into years, I have seen many young lads laying disfigured in their beds. Gasping, groaning, wheezing for life. All I could do was pray for their recovery… not many of those prayers were heard. As the body count begin to pile up, I would lay awake at night wondering if my lad was not one of the hundreds of bodies lying in the bloody mud." The view then shifted to a crumpled Pink telegram reporting the death of Connor Bay at age 31. Next to that photo is of his grandson, Joshua Connor Martin being born shortly afterwards. There was another photo of two graves with one more recent. The right most one had Connor T. Bay and the one next to it was Margret A. Martin.
"During the battle of the Somme my boy finally came home… in a pine box. Died saving the lives and comrades of his platoon. That may have gotten him a few nice shiny pieces of tin, but that means nothing for the dead or the mourning. This nearly drove me back to the comfort of a bottle once more, but atlas I managed to stop myself for a time. My daughter Margret was devastated by the loss of her older brother, especial when my little grandson Josh was born just before the pink slip reached her. A year later the German zeppelin known as the Groß Ungetüm broke through the British air force and came into London. That airship was twice as big as any zeppelin ever made. Reinforced with iron plating's, artillery cannons on all sides, and can carry more bombs then it needs to burn London to the ground. My daughter Margret… didn't made it. She died getting her little child out of his crib when the house caught fire. Josh now has a permanent scar across his face, something he will bare for the rest of his days. This is where I finally lost faith in that ye olde cunt. I lost everything to that miserable fuck's grace. I turn to bottle and tossed the white collar into the sewer. Only thing that belonged to that fucker besides theses raggedy clothes that I kept is my wife's cross. As I wondered from pub to pub as a homeless jakey I soon receive an odd letter a week back. It was from my friend Rodrick Drum. He has passed and I was in his will." The view shifts once more down to reveal a photo of Rodrick next to the hand written letter. In the black and white photo Rodrick Drum in an African safari hunting uniform with a hunting rifle in hand while standing over a recently killed rhino. Unlike his earlier photo his beard had gotten greyer and he now wore a Monocle.
"He had lived an interesting life to say the least, Rodrick. The Drum Family had lived near Lock Ness for as long as Scottish history existed. He could have spent his days in the massive Drum castle, but instead he joined the army. After the Anglo-Zulu war, he spent a few years as a big game hunter in south Africa. When he came back to England in 1890, he married a South African colony lass who died barring him a boy two years later. He sent the boy to America to attend Miskatonic University when he was eighteen. That was well timed seeing he could stay at the university without being drafted for service. However, something had happened during his final years. Cause he had asked me to come to his house as soon as possible a week before his end. I don't know exactly what had happen with him, before I could pull my drunken arse out of the bed a week ago; I received another Telegram. This one stating the death of my friend." The View shifts to an empty bottle of whiskey. In the magnitude refection of the glass reads in bold. "The unfortunate demise of Sir Rodrick K. Drum on June 1st"
"So, with a sadden heart I took this old rust bucket up through the mountain pass. When I reached Foyer, things seem to be off. One, no locals would want to even look at old Drum castle. I was told once, that the castle was consider a spot of pride here in Foyer. Now it's a place of horror and terror. Locals would always keep someone on watch, waving around that cunt's holy symbol. Rumors of devil worship, and curses popped up in the local pubs. I tried to talk with a beautiful lass about the castle, instead I was banned from the place. So, seeing that I had nowhere to spend the night I thought I should drive up. As I was about to leave, I thought for a flicker of a moment I saw my wife. Standing behind the car. It was like she wanted me not to go. When I turn my head, she was no longer there. …god, if she can see me now. How… what… w-what would she think of her husband's fall from grace. I know my children were disappointed when I was sucking down swallie's left and right. But now that they are gone, and I rejected that cunt's grace I have differently gotten worse. … That Cunt's name… what would she think of me now." FEB stopped narrating and the view shifts up to him crying over the photo of his family.
He continues to cry into the photo, as the storm continued to pour outside. As the storm got more violent by the second a feminine figure seemed to be standing out in the rain. Every time the lightning flashes she got closer and closer. Back inside the car FEB finally collected himself and wiped away his tears. As he was about to drive away his radio begin to sporadically start. It then begins to play a song that he hasn't heard before.
"WhO waNt's To PlAY A GaME?" The radio asked in a demented radio tone before the song begins. "Run, run,run! Timeto run andhide! Run, run, run! And now I'm goingto find You scurry off into the darkness Hurry, I'm behind you!"
"What in the hell?" Feb asked himself as he tried to turn the radio off.
As he bashed the dash board in irritation the figure soon appeared at his door in the flash of lightning. She was just about to smash the window shield when FEB managed to smash the radio. With the song over, the figure seemed to disappear as well. FEB started his journey once more up the rocky cliffs towards Drum Castle. As he drove up he looked up into his rear mirror to see a figure sitting in his back seat. Startled by this he quickly looked behind him. He found that the entire back seat was empty. Giving a heavy sigh and a hazed mumble he continues his dangerous trip up the jagged path. He eventually made it to the castle as the weather gotten much worse. Outside the castle awaited a butler. He was dressed in a normal butler attire, he himself was only a few years younger than FEB. He had a very noticeable grey combover and Chevron mustache.
"Father Bay I presumed?" The Butler asked in a Geordie accent as he approached FEB with an umbrella.
"Just Bay, or FEB. Don't give a damn which one you use, but know I am not preaching that bawbag's message no more." FEB remarks crudely as he exits his car.
"I see." The Butler remarks slightly concern by the amount of empty whiskey bottles hitting the ground. "In that regards. May I take your coat Mr. Bay?"
"Aye, why not. It is your last job." BAY remarks as the two head inside the castle. Once inside he hands the butler his jacket but not before retrieving something from it.
He pulled from his tweed jackets side pocket a bible before handing the jacket off to the butler. He opened the bible up to reveal that all the pages have been cut out, inside was a full flask. Taking it out he tossed the bible haphazardly over his shoulder before taking a swig of strong whiskey. As he downed the strong drink, he heard the butler clearing his throat.
"If you are going to continue to consume these heavy spirits, might I ask you to do so once the will has been read." The butler remarks.
"Oh, that sounds like a real pure barry. Where would you get an idea like that? Oxford?" FEB remarks sarcastically as he walks down the halls swigging his powerful bevvy.
"Um, sir. The reading of the will is down the right in the smoking room." The butler insisted; however, it seemed his pleads fell on deaf ears. "Sir?"
FEB continued to ignored the calls of the butler and walked down the abandon halls of castle Drum. He soon found himself in a long hallway decorated with Scottish tapestry, oil paintings, and bust statues. All statues and paintings that were placed next to the walls were covered by sheets. The halls were lit by candle light, and every door in the entire hallway seemed to be locked tightly. As FEB continued walking drunkenly down the hall, he noticed a bowl set of fruit next to a gramophone on a table nearby.
"Aw, suppose some fresh fruit wouldn't hurt." FEB remarks as he stumbled to the table. As he reaches down, another bolt of lightning reveals the same figure stalking him was now in the halls. He had picked up an orange when a window burst open and the lights blew out. Leaving FEB in the dark.
"… Fuck." FEB remarks as he reaches into his pocket. After a few moments he had struck a match allowing himself to see in a mirror a pair of ambient yellow eyes. He panics and dropped the match, leaving him alone in the dark. He quickly strikes up a new one to find that he was now alone.
"(Sigh) Has my demons come for ole me? Now that my friends have left and gone?" FEB mutters to himself before taking a swig from his flask. As he swigs the whisky, he notices a light coming from where he had come from.
"Sir? Sir? Are you down here, sir? The Butler asked as he walked down the halls with three-armed bronze candle stick.
"Yeah, I am." FEB remarks with a small sigh of relief.
"Aw, as I was about to say before you ran off. The Will reading will take place in the smoke room. It is back this way." The butler remarks.
"Aw, well thanks for telling me." FEB said as he inspects the butler's eyes. They were a shade of pale blue. "Say… by chance Rodrick has any staff with yellow eyes?"
"Um, I'm afraid not sir. I am the only staff here presently. The rest were relieved of their duties last week. I will be also leaving as well by the end of the week." The butler answers. "Why do you ask sir?"
"Oh, no reason. Mind must be playing tricks on my sanity." FEB said with a chuckle. The Butler rolled his eyes before escorting the drunk man down the halls to the smoke room. As they walked away from the table, the gramophone seemed to start up by itself. As the pin scratches at the vinyl a familiar song begins to play just out of ear shot of the two. It opens with the words.
"WhO waNt's To PlAY A GaME?"
"It's time to play hide and seek! Run, run,run! Timeto run andhide! Run, run, run! And now I'm goingto find! You scurry off into the darkness! Hurry, I'm behind you! Don't you speak! Hide and se…" Before the song could finish a hand wrapped in slithering black worms or snakes, reaches out of the shadows and grabbed the bras. The only identifying part of this strange is the glowing yellow eyes piercing through the darkness.
Back with the Butler and FEB, they had made it to the smoke room. It was covered in dusty old hunting trophies, oil paintings, and souvenirs from all of Sir. Drum's adventures. Below the dusty trophies was five people excluding the lawyers; all gathered around the fireplace. They had somber and motionless expressions on their faces from the wake. Some looked at FEB in confusion. Others with content, one simply didn't care for his presences. He was more focus on a book he had received.
"Aw, so the washed-out priest finally graced us with his presence." An Oxford professor remarks as he removes a Cuban cigar from his coat.
"Ugh, I think just entering the home is enough to grace us with his presence." A London Socialite added as she held her nose.
"Yeah, yeah. Fuck you too." FEB remarks as he grabs a fancy liquor bottle of whisky from counter.
He didn't bother to pour himself a glass, he removed the cork and put the bottle to his lips. He found an empty leather loft chair. As he downed the refine spirit, he looked around the room with a hazy view. Besides the Oxford Professor and Snobby London Socialite. There was a West African big game hunter smoking from his ivory pipe while inspecting a dusty scrimshaw whale's tooth. It had strange symbols and writing engraved into the tooth. Next to him seemed to be a west Indies trades woman. She was reviewing Rodrick's ledger of sales and expenses. Even away from her office she still was doing looking over the paperwork. Finally, there was the hair to the Drum family himself; Edward Drum. He was the only one who didn't show any interest or displeasure in him. He seemed more interested in small yellow book in black cursive letters was the words, "The King in Yellow." By an unknown author. It seemed the young lad was fixated on the book; obsession can clearly be seen in his eyes. As The butler locks the door behind him, the lawyer steps forward with something under his arm.
"Eh, hem. May I have everyone's attention!" They Lawyer spoke up. "We are all greatly sadden at the passing of Rodrick Drum the fifth. He lived his life to the fullest, serving dutifully during the Anglo- Zulu war. Hunted many dangerous creatures, Married the love of his life, who unfortunately passed away birthing his beautiful son, and took up the mantle of CEO of the Drum's toys and bullets manufacturing after the late Drum passed from tuberculosis. Now it seems that this family must lay to rest another Drum."
The lawyer remarks as he looks down with some sad tears falling to the ground. He quickly wipes them away before walking to a vinyl player. "He asked that the select six attending guests currently here to listen to his final message. Along with that he instructed that the doors to the premise to be locked till the issue have been resolved."
"And what issue would that be?" The hunter asked as he exhaled smoke from his cracked lips.
"I am unsure, the late Rodrick Drum has asked for me to play this recording only when the six of you have arrived. Now that you have, his final wish will be played for the first time since recorded." The Lawyer then place the vinyl onto the player. Giving a quick wind, the vinyl begins to spin. He adjusts the needle and Rodrick last words begin to play out of the speaker. As the recording plays, the guest gathered around the Vinyl player. Unaware of someone watching their movements through a stain glass window outside.
"… Hello… Friends. If my lawyer and my faithful butler Aldstone Oscar did as they were told, then you should all be here in my family smoke room. I know that most here don't know one another, so I will introduce everyone who should be present. Joshua Westbrook. A friend from my college years and now head of Oxford's archeology class. I will miss the conversations we would have over ancient Sumerian and Hebrew cultures."
"And I too old friend." Westbrook remarks with a grieving nod. As he does so, a light flicker and dies out above him.
"… Elizabeth Badger… In my older days I would reminisce how you would invite us all to your extravagant and breath-taking parties. Heh, even now as I record my will. I still chuckle at the thoughts and memories of your parties. Tell the Ocalan brothers that indeed they truly do have an impressive gin collection."
"The party may live on old sport. But it will never be the same without you. Next one will be in your memory." Ms. Badger remarks as she held up a glass of champain in honor of Rodrick. As she does, more lights faded above her.
"…. Rick, O'Conner. You may be the youngest of my friends but you were a best tracker any hunter could have asked for. I still look upon the Ivory tusk in the smoke room with great fondness. Oh, how I longed for those days where I would go forth on a safari trip in Botswana and Namibia for weeks before returning home to my lovely late wife. I'll make sure to save you a rifle round when we meet again. Perhaps there is a beast best suited for sport in the afterlife."
"Aw shucks Drum. I'll make sure to be buried with my best rifle when I'm glory bound." O'Conner said as he leans back in his chair while readjusting his pipe. Same as the last two, lights in the room begin to fade.
"… Aashi Cane. You came to this country as a maid to a low born household in Hounslow. Now you run the paperwork's of five difrent industries including my own. That takes dedication and skill to reach a level of your magnitude. Especial with how our government treats your people. I wish you good fortune in your future endeavor. Or in your own native tongue. Main aapake bhavishy ke prayaas mein aapake achchhe bhaagy kee kaamana karata hoon."
"May Brahma, guide you to your new incarnation. Rodrick Drum. I thank you for all that you have done and treated me." Ms. Cane said as she looked up from her leger. Just like before, more lights begin to turn off. Worst yet the thing peering through the window has moved from the window to the corner of the roof. Whatever this thing is, it is now inside.
"Father Elliot Bay… or FEB as most people referred to you these days. I'm sorry to hear what has become of you my old friend. Not many of us can come out a desperate circumstance and have the strength to get out of bed. I have to admit, even though you and I come from different backgrounds, different statuses, difrent parts of Scotland. You have been the closest thing to a brother out in the world. An though I can never replace your real brothers who were unjustly taken from this world, I hope that these words can inspire self-improvement. That or the promise of a wine cellar bellow the ground can help sustain your grief from here to the end of times."
"Phe, Yea were a pretentious cunt. But Aye, you were my brother in arms." FEB remarks as he swigs back the liquor. He received dirty stares from the rest, excluding the Butler and Edward Drum. As he guzzled down the hard whisky, he couldn't help but notice the numerous amount of lights that are off. That and the same figure that has been stalking him watching from the corner.
"Finally, My son and by birthright heir to the Drum fortune, business, and name sake. Edward Drum the second. Named after my estranged uncle who has revealed to me a terrible secret held by Miskatonic university. I'll return to that momentarily. What I wish to… say, to my alienated son… is simply, I'm sorry. With how everything went. I may have been a shite father but that is no excuse for me to continue on."
"… (Sigh) Yes you were father. But I cannot be blinded by hatred for your callousness behavior, neither your mad ramblings of unpayable dept. All is forgiven in the end, and it seem the end has already happened to you" Edward said coldly without looking up from his book. However, what brought his attention away from his book, was how the room became darker by the moment. He too looks up with void eyes staring into the darkness. After searching for a bit he squinted his eyes when he notices a pair of yellow eyes looking down on them from the darkest point of the room. As the two tried to figure out what is in the room, the rest of the guest payed attention solely to the recording.
"I had hoped to spend my last few days in solace and peace. Yet I have found that I must spend my nights with the lights on, and a loaded revolver in hand. As Aashi can attest to, I have spent nearly my families personal fortune on lights, electricity, commercial size generators, and all manner of flammable liquids. You see, I have uncovered a horrible truth that will not only beseech the family name, but also damned its legacy to the end. You see, my Estranged Uncle was once a respectable man. He was chief Librarian at the Miskatonic university Library till 1886. There he had watched multiple students succumb to an ancient and insidious horror. Elliot… I'm sorry to say that one student among the mass's dead, was indeed your brother. He never died from a heart attack, he was murdered in such a gruesome manner that the university covered it up and forced my uncle to take this secret with him to the grave. He nearly did, to his passing two years hence when he got into contact with me. After that night in 1886, he quit his job and found comfort in the bottom of a bottle. He became an alcoholic induced degenerate, but as we know the Americans had drafted the probation laws. With alcohol becoming harder and more dangerous to obtain, the repressed memories returned… and along with that, a monster of indescribable features."
As the room got darker, the guest still payed it no mind while FEB and Edward look onwards into the dark. Their eyes ever so slowly adjust to the darkness. As they look onward, the creatures physical body outline begins to become clearer. It can be described as a young adult wearing a bear suit made of worms, or snakes that are still alive.
"He broke into Miskatonic University and stole a ledger from deep within the restricted word. He then dragged himself back to this castle by pure will force alone. On that first night, he was killed in the same way that those thirteen students did so long ago. Now I'm forever bound to this curse and believe me, I have tried everything to rid myself of it. Guns, knives, blunt objects yet nothing seemed to work. Only one thing kept it at a distance, and that was light. Whether it be from a match, or the rising sun; if it glows then the beast shall forever be held off. Yet I cannot live my life in fear. So, I dove deep into my family's vast arsenal of friends and connections. I have piled tome upon forbidden tomes of every encounter dealing with this, thing. However there seems to be no direct connection to this horrible creature. Only thing that even closely resemblance this creature's power is related to the strange death in Providence in 1893. A writer of the Occult by the name of Robert H. Blake, had died tragically in his room. Coroner said that he died of electricity when a lightning bolt managed to strike him through the window without breaking. However, his notes that he jolted down in his final moments says otherwise. Despite these two creatures' differences I believe I have found it's weakness from continuous hunts and loss of staff. The ledger, the one my uncle had stolen was once stolen by a professor Leiter."
FEB was pretty deep in the bottle, so he figured that he was just seeing things. That was when he noticed that he wasn't the only one who was looking up into the corner. Edward had set down the book entirely and was trying to make sense of this thing in the corner.
"Charles. S Leiter lived a double life, by day he studied and recorded; documents and papers pertaining to Colonial America. By night he would forge fake copies to replace them, while selling the real one to private collectors to pay for his high staking gambling addiction. One day however he was handed a leather booklet. Inside were the pages of the Arkham Witch trial. More terrifyingly It contain evidence and a full statement pertaining to the infamous Keziah Mason, the Cannibal Witch of Arkham. I don't doubt some of these details have been embezzled by the fanaticisms of the church… but if one wishes to convict someone of witchcraft, then this ledger would have been a big step in their conviction. To that end, it also seemed to carry a curse set by that old witch. Within these passages lies a creature, and when the original paperwork was being tampered with by the greedy professor Leiter; he accidently unleashed the horror upon the world. Everyone who has touched that damnable ledger were found days later, dead, with an expression of horror written upon their face. From what I understand, a group of freelance investigators managed to find out a way to return the beast back inside the document. However, they did not defeat the monster; rather it laid dormant for three decades. Now it seems that it has been unleashed upon this house, regardless if one touches the accursed ledger. It seemed to have adapted to its new environment, and now haunts these grounds with the ferocity and hatred of age. It strikes from the shadow; constantly stalks its prey, till it feels the need to feed off their life force it will always watch from within the shadows. Though recently it has used its unprecedented ability to affect the lights of it's surrounding through a song. I ask that the six of you write my wrongs, for I dread that the end shall be upon me soon enough. All of you, have the talents to put end this monstrosity before it can wreak havoc upon the wor… (WhO waNt's To PlAY A GaME?) … My god, (It's time to play hide and seek!) it comes for me now! The (Run, run,run! Timeto run andhide! Run, run, run!) l-ledger, it's inside the globe! I have place inside (And now I'm goingto find! You scurry off into the darkness!) instructions on how to end the creature (Hurry, I'm behind you! Don't you speak! Hide and seek! Tiptoe through the cellar or crawl under your bed! Anywhere you've fled!) but you must act fast! The world itself (I am going to find you! Stay inside the shadows, all you girls and boys! Don't you make noise! Or I am going to find you!) depends on you now! … Oh my god, I can see the creature, black worm like threads, like (Run, run, run! Creep up on my grave! Run, run, run! Stalk the night away!) slithering serpents forming a shape of a bear! Yellow tinted eyes staring back at me… (Scuttle off into the night! But what'll be behind you?) Yog-Sothoth… protect me, protect m…" (Don't you speak! Hide and seek!)
The record ends suddenly and abruptly. There was an earie silence following the ending of the records. The guest sat there in a mixture of undescribed fear and disbelief. It sounds like the mad rambles of a senile old man. Still, he had no history of mental degeneration in his family. So why would he talk in great details about this fairy tale insanity. As the guest tried to figure out, the remaining lights begin to flicker. They look around the room, noticing for the first time how there are no lights.
"Aldstone… did Bay forget to pay for the electricity bill before passing on?" Elizabeth questions as she feels the chill running down her spine.
"No, the electricity should remain on till the end of the month." Aashi answers as the lights begins to shut off, one by one.
"Yes, Mrs. Cane is right. The master had the lights replaced every morning, so it couldn't be that either." The butler replied.
"There is also the fact that the power lines couldn't be cut due to the storm. He has generators that can easily power this castle for months." Joshua added.
"Then what is causing this power outage?" Rick asked.
"Maybe it's the lass in the corner of the room." FEB remarks with a drunken slur.
"What lady in the corner?" Joshua asked.
"The one who has been watching us since the beginning of the vinyl." Edward added as he points to the corner.
The rest turned to the corner, there to their utter disbelief was a pair of yellow eyes, hiding in the dark. Before the group could even get a good look at the creature, It raced around in the darkness; hiding itself in another part of the dark room.
"My god, what in his holy name was that?" The Lawyer asked as he begins to panic.
"It can be anything! From what I can guess from the way it moves and the height. A Jaguar, maybe another type of cat." Rick answers.
"A jaguar… in Scotland? That is as preprophase's as the circumstance we find ourselves in." Joshua states as he tries to wrap his brain around the subject.
"Whatever this thing is. It can't attack us as long as you stay within the light." Edward remarks before pulling out a lighter, engraved with his school's logo.
"Well, that should be easy. Just remain within the lights… where's the Vinyl?" The Lawyer asked.
He had just noticed that the vinyl record was now gone from the table. Everyone looked around as the lights quickly died down. Only light source left was the raging fire from the hearth, and even that seemed limited in vast smoke room. After a few moments, a familiar and eerie noise emulated by the only door to the room. "WhO waNt's To PlAY A GaME?" Everyone looked towards the door, they're before them was the same silhouette that has been stalking them. They can clearly see its arms, a feminine set with monstrous tendrils of ebony worms slithering all around its arms. It then moved the bras down onto the disk, not only music begins to play through the horn but a loud burst of wind snuffed out the remaining lights in the room.
(Loud Screams from everyone) It's time to play hide and seek!
Run, run,run! Timeto run andhide! (*Chair crashing) Run, run, run! And now I'm goingto find! You scurry off into the darkness! Hurry, I'm behind you! Don't you speak! Hide and seek! (* Blood curdling hiss) Tiptoe through the cellar or crawl under your (*Loud Shriek) bed! Anywhere you've fled! I am going to find you! Stay inside the shadows, all you girls and boys! ("No! No! NNNNOOOOO!") Don't you make noise! Or I am going to find you! Run, run, run! (*Witch Cackling) Creep up on my grave! Run, run, run! Stalk the night away! Scuttle off into the night! But what'll be behind you? Don't you speak! Hide and seek! Like a frog inside ("OH GOD!") a skillet, a lobster in a pan! You don't understand! That I am going to find you! Be still (*Puncturing sound) as a mountain and quiet as a mouse! 'Cause any little sound! ("Get a light! For god sake get a light!") And I will surely find you! Tick tick tock! Are you ready or not? Tick tick tock! Listen to the clock! Hasten off into the night! Don't waste another heartbeat! Don't you speak! Hide and seek! Let the countdown begin! 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Ready or not, here I come!
A minute and fifty-five seconds past when a light finally came on. FEB had managed to light a brass candle stick with a match. Soon after another light came from Edward. They looked around to see that the guest was hiding in different parts of the room. After a few moments the fireplace lit up instantly, revealing a pair of legs hanging above the hearth. Looking up the seven people remaining saw that the lawyer hanging from a rhino horn through his chest.
"Well… I think he officially reached the high point of his career." Edward remarked as he fixed his suit.
"… A paronomasia? Right now? Of all times to jest you pick a gothic and despicable time?" Joshua asked in an irritated tone.
"Forget the poor jest, we need to leave!" Elizabeth shriek as she is trying to gain ahold of her own sanity.
"The poor lass is right lads; we are ill equipped for a hunt." Rick remarked as he looked for any trail the creature left. However, it seemed that there was none.
"I don't think we will be able to leave. Not until we either expel the monster from this home… or it consumes us all." Edward states coldly.
"ki pench, why would we want to stay here?" Ashi asked as she pull a small hand rolled cigarette from her purse.
"Because it is what my idiotic father intended us to do. Should we fail, this thing will devour any and all who enters this castle till someone stops it. Question is, how long will that take? Two Centuries? Maybe half that if someone is really lucky?" Edward explains as he undid his suit vest buttons and loosen his tie. "Best we can hope to do is survive the night and put an end to it."
"… I'm profusely sorry for the profanity but, WHO THE FUCK PUT YOU IN CHARGE?!" Joshua shouts in frustration. "Stay here and stop it? That is pure madness!"
"I completely concur, I think for once I will depart from the party early." Elizabeth states as she grabs her coat. "Professor Westbrook, would you kindly escort me to my car? I will give you a ride back to London."
"I agree, however I believe your vehicle holds more then two passengers. If any wish to join, then by all means say so now." Joshua asked.
Ashi and Rick thought it over. It was a tempting offer to flee, however the thought of the conséquences kept them here. For starters, Rick would beat a man senseless if they dared call him a coward. Leaving now with the excuse that he didn't had the proper equipment would indeed title him a coward. Ashi however had a less selfish reason. Growing up in India, she has listened and nearly memorized every myth and legend. She grew up in fear what those great creatures and gods can do when they were filled with malice and rage. As she grew up, her fear and believe begin to waiver till tonight. If this thing were to be unleashed upon the world, there is no telling what could happen? As the two remained quiet, it became apparent that they had made up their mind.
"I see… so be it." Joshua said before heading to the door.
"I wish you all luck in this reckless endeavor." Elizabeth said as she followed Joshua to the door.
Joshua opens the door to see the hallways were completely black. It sent a chill down his spine seeing the blackness of the hall. He knew children had a natural fear of the dark, he just never knew why till this moment. As he looked deep into the deep dark halls of the old castle, he was startled by a pair of yellow eyes blinking out in the dark. He flinched back, into Elizabeth who had retrieved a bronze candle stick. Looking back into the halls he noticed that they were empty once more. Chalking up to what he saw was an elution he follows Elizabeth out into the halls. Once the two had left, the doors closed behind them. Leaving Aldstone, FEB, Aashi, Rick, and Edward behind. The five quickly went to the huge globe that was in the corner of the room. After looking around at the globe, Rick noticed that a small island off the coast of Africa was out of place. Pushing down on the Island causes the top to fall off, revealing a secret compartment. Inside were instructions, a map of the house, and a leather book with the words written in red. "Case File, of Keziah M. 1692." As the group looked over the instructions, FEB looked over the case file. Inside were testimonies, hand sketched evidence, and even jury convictions. If not for the recent events that had happened here in this castle, this would have been mistaken for fanaticism of the puritans at the time. As he looked over the file, he heard a faint whisper in the air.
"Someone… Help… me…" a voice struggled to say before silence in sued. FEB looked around to see there wasn't anyone present with a voice like that.
"Anyone heard that?" FEB said aloud.
"… Hmm?" Edward remarked as he looked up from the instructions. "Hear what?"
"Forget about it. Probably my ears playing tricks on me." FEB responded.
"Uh, huh. In any case, it seems this ritual is simple enough. Only reason why my father wasn't able to do it was that this creature targeted those of the cloth before anyone else. However it seems that in one case it didn't due to a servant light accidently going out while within the dark. Huh, lucky us." Edward states.
"Lucky how?" Aashi asked.
"It seems, Prosser Westbrook and Mrs. Badger will be assisting us without knowing it themselves." Edward answers grimly.
"Oh, my god. That is just wrong." Rick replies with discus. "Using them as a distraction? Damn it all their people, not bait."
"The British empire has done the same thing when building a railroad over the Tsavo River in East Africa. However, unlike the two lions, this thing will not be fooled by some mere trap. We need the bait for this to work." Edward replies with a cold calculating tone.
"Wait, hold on. What was that last part about this thing going after cunt believers?" FEB interrupted.
"To, defeated this creature. We need to remove Keziah Mason's curse from the book. And to do that we need to… or should I say; you, to preform an Exorcism." Aldstone explain.
FEB remained quiet from learning what he had to do. He was brought here in promise of free crap. Now he has to turn to the one being that he has detested for half a decade now? What FEB said next summed up exactly how he felt about this. "Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!"
An hours later
To perform an Exorcism, they are required a few things. One, holy water. Something that FEB unpleasantly can make. A bottle of wine that has been aged for a hundred years. There happens to be a bottle in the cellar thankfully. The object of affliction. The Keziah Mason ledger. And finally, a bag of purified white salt sand. A few bags were kept in the garden greenhouse from the few attempts made by Rodrick. Seeing that FEB was the only one who can perform the Exorcism, he remained behind in the well-lighted room while the four went out to retrieve the objects required to perform the exorcism. The four remained in a group at first, however they were soon departed after coming across the most horrifying sight. It seemed that neither Elizabeth or Joshua made it far. They had made it to the front hallway where they were torn to pieces by the monster. Joshua's bodies were tossed around the room before gutted and hanged by his own intestines. His corpse hanged from the mantle like a decorative piece. Elizabeth must have ran screaming into the dark as Joshua was mauled. Only sign of her being in the front hall was a missing shoe. They soon found her in the corner of the wine cellar. She was cowering in the corner when the monster found her. Her body looked like she had died of fright. Pale skin that stretched over her bones, lips curled back, eyes whiter then snow. It was a dreadful sight. However, not as dreadful as meeting the creature face to face.
Throughout the night, the four had to hide themselves whenever the dread song begins to play. (WhO waNt's To PlAY A GaME? It's time to play hide and seek!) They first hid from the creature when they came across Joshua's body. They hid in broom closets, under a small bench, even in a decretive Iron Maiden. Once gone they moved to the greenhouse where they found the salt. The bag was quite heavy and no one in the group wanted to head down into the basement. So after a single coin flip, both Aashi and Rick head down to the wine cellar. Begrudgingly. The rest returned to the smoke room with the bag of salt. As they walked through the wine cellar, they once again came face to face with the horrifying monstrosity; however, it seemed that they had nowhere to hide now. (WhO waNt's To PlAY A GaME? It's time to play hide and seek!) The two tried their best to keep it back, but with every step, the lights seemed to dissipate. Seeing no exit, they quickly ran to the exit with bottle in hand. When they arrive to the door, they found it to their horror to be locked. Looking around with the limited lights, they noticed a servant staircase at the end of the hall. Rick quickly raced past the monster, however Aashi on the other hand wasn't so lucky. As she tried to run around the monster, her leg was caught by the worming tentacles of the creature. She fell to the ground before slowly being pulled back.
Rick quickly ran to assist her by grabbing her hand. The two were locked in a game of tug a person. As Rick tries his hardest, he couldn't pry Aashi free from the creature. Aashi did more than squirm as she was being pulled, she quickly reached for her purse and pulled out a lighter. With a quick strike she illuminated herself and nearly scared away the creature. With the light scaring away the creature it seemed possible that Rick would pull her away. However, something shot out of the dark, hitting Aashi's hand. She dropped the lighter and the light was no longer them to protect her. The creature pulls her towards it before swinging down a black blade on her foot. She screamed bloodied murder as blood spurts from her stump leg. With a mixture of fear and knowing she was a dead weight; Rick ran with bottle in hand. Leaving Aashi can to be brutally devoured by the monster. As Rick ran up the stairs, he can hear the creature following him up the narrow staircase. As Rick nearly made it to the door, but the moment his foot touched the second to last step it was all over. His foot went straight through it, tripping him so only his upper body hits the floor of the upstairs hall. The bottle of vintage wine rolled across the hall away from Rick. It only stopped when a foot pressed softly against it. Rick looked up to try and scream for help, however he was dragged away. Only thing Rick could do is scream as the monster tore him to shreds.
Back inside the Smoke room, FEB with the help of Aldstone had set up a ritual circle. It seemed that the idea on expelling the monster was a mixture of Voodoo and Cristian Exorcism. First, they had to trap the beast within the circle, then expel it using a bible verse. If all worked at then the creature should be expelled successfully. As they finished the circle, Edward returned with the bottle in hand.
"Alright, we have everything for the Exorcism. When can we begin FEB?" Edward asked as he poured the wine into a cup.
"Right about now… say where is everyone?" FEB asked as he looked around the room.
Play "H.P. Lovecraft's "The Haunter of the Dark" Orchestral Horror music, by Graham Plowman-Composer on YouTube. For the atmosphere of the story.
Edwards silence was all he needed to know that they are dead. It was sad to hear, but FEB had no knowledge about these people before tonight. It was still sad to see so many dead before dawn. Aldstone's on the other hand was devastated. He had entertained, addressed, and interacted with these people for years. Truly tonight was a dark night for the Drum Family legacy. Once all was set, the three begin the process of exercising the monster from the castle. In the middle of the salt circle, FEB placed down the leather ledger. He then carefully exiting the circle without touching the salt. Meanwhile Edward placed the glasses into five different locations. Once it was all done Aldstone hands FEB a family Bible before he begins to read from the script to summon the creature.
"Y' uln ehye mgepkadishtu Iiahe keziah mason. H' mgvulgtnah n'ghftdrn cahf bugnah fahf shuggog ahor mgep mgr'luhah c' hai. Llll Y' mgep l' mgepuln ymg' yaah. Mgr'luhah hai, n'ghftdrn gof'nnn ot keziah mason! mgr'luhah hai!" Aldstone chants.
As he does so, the lights begin to flicker off and the wine ignited in a flame of blue light. The three only needed to blink, just for a moment. In that quick second, the creature appeared before the three just as the lights turned off. The only light source was the low glowing lights of the blue flame. Thanks to the blue flame the three can see it in a much better in all its horrifying details. It seemed the creature was made from worms or black inky serpents. Despite moving around, they form the outline of a giant bear with large fangs and crimson red eyes. Interestingly enough, in the center of the creature seem to be a young female at the center of the figure. They couldn't see much beside the distinct trait of having yellow piercing eyes. The creature soon lets out a horrifying roar before frantically running towards the three. However, it seemed bound by the sand and flames and could do little then roar fiercely at them.
"My god… what in that fuckers name is that?" FEB asked in horror from the abomination before them.
"Hmm, a if I had to guess. It seems to be a man-made version of Kassogtha, maybe something else. Either way we don't have to worry much. They are just that, simple sculptures of the real thing made by man." Edward remarks as he studied the creatures strange design.
"… What the fuck are you talking about?!" FEB asked, completely battled by what Edward was talking about.
"Never mind that Mr. Bay. I don't want this… thing, to break free before we can banish it." Aldstone points out with a cold chill of terror coming forth from his lips.
"Nonsense, as long as those lights remain, we will be perfectly sa…" Before Edward can even finish his sentence, the left back glass overturned. Pouring the burning wine out onto the sand and breaking the circle. "Oh my lord!"
"Read the prayer Mr. Bay! Read it now!" Aldstone shouts as the salt quickly ignites in a blue flame.
FEB quickly rattled his brain for the right verse, while the other two pour sand out onto the circle. It took him a minute but he remembers verse where the prayer was. Quickly flipping to the page, he fond it and begin to reciting the first half aloud.
"In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate. Virgin, Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints. And powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the devil. God arises; His enemies are scattered and those who hate. Him flee before Him. As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melts before the fire, so the wicked perish at the presence of God. V. Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies. R. The Lion of the tribe of Juda, the offspring of David, hath conquered. V. May Thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us. R. As great as our hope in Thee. We drive you from us, whoever you may be,
unclean spirits, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all wicked legions, assemblies and sects. In the Name and by the power of Our Lord Jesus Christ, + may you be snatched away and driven from the Church of God and from the souls made to the image and likeness of God and redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb. Most cunning serpent, you shall no more dare to deceive the human race, persecute the Church, torment God's elect and sift them as wheat. The Most High God commands you, He with whom, in your great insolence, you still claim to be equal. 'God who wants all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth.' God the Father commands you. God the Son commands you. God the Holy Ghost commands you. Christ, God's Word made flesh, commands you; He who to save our race outdone through your envy, 'humbled Himself, becoming obedient even unto death'; He who has built His Church on the firm rock and declared that the gates of hell shall not prevail against Her, because He will dwell with Her 'all days even to the end of the world.' The sacred Sign of the Cross commands you, as does also the power of the mysteries of the Christian Faith. The glorious Mother of God, the Virgin Mary, commands you; she who by her humility and from the first moment of her Immaculate Conception crushed your proud head. The faith of the holy Apostles Peter and Paul, and of the other Apostles commands you. The blood of the Martyrs and the pious intercession of all the Saints command you. Thus, cursed dragon, and you, diabolical legions, we adjure you by the living God, by the true God, by the holy God, by the God 'who so loved the world that He gave up His only Son, that every soul believing in…"
As FEB read aloud the verse, the creature begins to aggressively attack the barrier. Roaring and hissing as the blue flames grew larger and violenter. It tried everything to break his concentration, yet it accomplished very little. So it changed tactics. Instead of striking at them with the fear and anger of generations. It stuck the priest conscious.
"Someone… Help… me…" FEB heard once more. He was hesitant in his words as he looked around the room for whoever said that. As he does so, the voice spoke again as the flames lowered.
"Please… Can… Someone… Help… Me?" On the other side of the flames sat a young lass. She had ebony black hair going down her back. All along her body was multiple bites and scars. She had the strangest set of clothes on, and even stranger a set of cat ears atop her head. Surrounding her were the black snake like creatures from before. They seem to be slowly slithering off her. She looked up with yellow cat like eyes, begging for help.
"Please… Help… Me." She begged with a painful croak while reaching out with her left hand. The way those eyes stared at him broke FEB's concentration of the verse, and he stopped. It was like he was staring down at his daughter. How her body was buried away in the shitty little casket. He slowly reaches towards her; unaware she was slowly reaching for something on her back. Just as he was about to grab her hand, Aldstone cries out to him.
"FEB DON'T!" Aldstone shouts before tackling him to the ground. Moments before, the young lass had grabbed ahold of a strange device on her back. She quickly launched it forward, while in mid air the device opened up into a small cleaver that would have taken his head off.
The worming serpent creatures returned to her body, reforming the monstrous bear once more. With FEB's words no longer affecting the creature, it broke free from the prison and moved sporadically around the room in an agonizing fury. As the three raced around to avoid the creature grasp, FEB was grabbed by the neck. He was flinged against the wall with the creature arm still wrapped around his neck. With the air knocked out of him and the feeling of worming claws wrapped around his neck, he knew that this will be his last moments. That's when something strange happen. His wife's cross that was wrapped around a twine necklace popped out of his shirt. As it swings around in the air, the monster notices and backs off in fright. Why a monster such magnitude and lethality would cower at such a thing? Perhaps it was the ash tree wood that made this cross, maybe it was a phycological fear Keziah Mason grew when tried as a witch, maybe God decide to toss him a bone. Either way, FEB knew what he had to do once he regained his breath. Removing the cross from his neck he charged forth towards the monster and forced the symbol in its face, while finishing the verse.
"Him might not perish but have life everlasting;' stop deceiving human creatures and pouring out to them the poison of eternal damnation; stop harming the Church and hindering her liberty. Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation. Give place to Christ in Whom you have found none of your works; give place to the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church acquired by Christ at the price of His Blood. Stoop beneath the all-powerful Hand of God; tremble and flee when we invoke the Holy and terrible Name of Jesus, this Name which causes hell to tremble, this Name to which the Virtues, Powers and Dominations of heaven are humbly submissive, this Name which the Cherubim and Seraphim praise unceasingly repeating: Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord, the God of Hosts. V. O Lord, hear my prayer. R. And let my cry come unto Thee. V. May the Lord be with thee. R. And with thy spirit. Let us pray. God of heaven, God of earth, God of Angels, God of Archangels, God of Patriarchs, God of Prophets, God of Apostles, God of Martyrs, God of Confessors, God of Virgins, God who has power to give life after death and rest after work: because there is no other God than Thee and there can be no other, for Thou art the Creator of all things, visible and invisible, of Whose reign there shall be no end, we humbly prostrate ourselves before Thy glorious Majesty and we beseech Thee to deliver…" As FEB continued on with the verse, the creature fought frantically to remove FEB from its body. It wiggled, wormed, and squirmed around FEB. But he held onto it's hosts shirt with an Iron grip. Seeing there was no way that it will be free from his grip, it once more tried to sway his words with an innocent tone.
"Please… Stop… Please… Just… Stop." The creature said through it's host's mouth. FEB hesitated for just a moment. Thinking it now had a chance to strike it reached for it's blade. However FEB smacked the host across her face with the cross, causing her to drop the blade.
"Yeh that work on me a second time." FEB states before finishing the verse. "…us by Thy power from all the tyranny of the infernal spirits, from their snares, their lies and their furious wickedness. Deign, O Lord, to grant us Thy powerful protection and to keep us safe and sound. We beseech Thee through Jesus Christ Our Lord! Amen!"
As FEB screams out the last line of the verse, the young lass's body falls back with her mouth wide open. She lets out a horrifying scream as greenish specters escaped her mouth followed by a trail of inky serpents, and finally a horrifying rat human faced creature crawled out of her esophagus. It refused to leave the young woman's mouth, as it was pulled aside it grab hold of her tongue. As that abomination held tightly, refusing to let go. Eventually the creature did manage to fly out into the circle of specters. Unfortunately, with tongue in its grasp. The spirits, serpent worms, and rat abomination begins to swirl and twirl before it all went crashing through the window and walls as the lightning flashed in the early mourning sky. Everything went flying out into the nearby Loch Ness. Just as the sun rises, in morning sky. The three let out a small sigh of relief… till Edward collapse. It seemed when the possessed monster was tossed from the castle, it got in one last slash at the last Drum. He feel to the ground with blood spurting out of his mouth and guts. He was cut in two so perfectly, his body didn't notice till he took a step forward. Aldstone quickly ran to Edward in a fit of panic.
"Oh, heavens above! No, no, no, no, no!" Aldstone cried out as he tried to stop the blood flow from the bottom half his stomach. "Oh, god why!"
As Aldstone tried in vain to keep Edwards guts from pouring out, FEB couldn't help but notice that the young lass was also alive somehow. He noticed the blood spurting from her mouth. He quickly ran over to her. He pushed her over to the side so the blood would drip out of her mouth instead of running down her throat. Tearing off a piece of her white coat he tried to stop the bleeding before it is too late.
The next morning
FEB watches as this strange person lays sleeping on the ground. FEB had done everything he could with what was on hand. Despite the fact she will live, it seems that this strange young lass will never speak again. Being possessed by Keziah Mason had nearly killed her, expelling the old witch had taken her tongue. Still they're was the question of what is with the cat like ears and eyes, as well as the strange weapon she was carrying. It was like those automatic handguns those Americans use, though the difference being that the top can transform into an Asian blade with a click of a button. It was nothing short of an ingenious and impressive feat of engineering, yet it did little then to raise more the questions. All he could do, is prop a pillow under her head and place his tweed jacket over her. As FEB sat in the same lounge chair he was in earlier, the butler returned with a bottle of brandy and bloodied white gloves.
"… I have brought their remains into the other room sir. I'll give a call to the local police to tell them of what happened before leaving the estate one last time." Aldstone states before sitting down across from FEB before offering him a glass.
"Alright, guess I should leave as well." FEB remarks as he takes the glass.
The two remained quiet as Aldstone downed his glass quickly. As FEB was about to put the glass to his lips, he noticed something sticking out of the young lass pocket. It was a small glass tablet. For a flicker of a moment he could have sworn he saw it glow for just a moment. He set aside the brandy before reaching down and pulled out the small glass box from her pocket.
"The hell is this thing?" FEB asked as he twisted the object.
"I have not the faintest idea." Aldstone remarks as he poured himself another glass. As FEB inspects the device, it suddenly opens up instantly. Nearly causing him to drop the device.
"What in that cunt's name is this thing?" FEB asked in shock for the device.
Aldstone finishes his second glass before getting up to inspect the device. In the corner of it, showed a strange symbol that looks like radio signal with an X through it. Below there were small tabs with words written in English. A few include, photos, phone, music, and text. However, there was one tab that was strange. It said bellow Aura Gage. As confusing as this device was, at least it was much simpler to understand. Compared to the monster of last night.
"Photo's, phone? Is this a camera and a telephone?" Feb asked as his thumb accidently touched photo's.
The screen changed to an entire photo gallery. Completely colored in, and with views and landscape never seen before. As he looked through the photo's he found one that was somewhat familiar to him. It was of four girls, in a school yard, in prestigious uniforms. However, it seems that she had covered her feline ears with a black bow. As he closely inspected the photos, he noticed something in the corner of his eye. She was awake and staring up at them.
"… Well, good morning sunshine." FEB remarks as he lowers the device. She didn't say a thing for a bit. What she constantly did was eyed the two with a suspicious glair. Seeing the hostility Aldstone decided to try and win this young girl's trust.
He takes hold of the device from FEB and bends down to meet her eye's. He then hands over her device back as he spoke in a concern and sincere tone. "Look, last night. We may have gotten off on the wrong foot. I presume you weren't yourself when you tried to castrate us. So perhaps we can start over. Hello, my name Aldstone Cod. Current and soon to be former, butler to the now decease Drum family. May I inquire your name young Ms.?"
The young woman opens her mouth to reply back, but she couldn't speak. Or at least properly. She held her throat as she slowly remembers what had happened last night. She realized that she had no tongue. She begins to panic a bit before calming down. She quickly begins to fiddle with her device. The two looked at one another in confusion, before the Woman showed them on screen what she had done. She had written on the screen in perfect Courier font writing.
"Blake, Blake Belladonna… where am I?"
"You are in Scotland little cat." FEB remarks with a gruff. This gained an angry glare at him from Blake. However, Aldstone steps in before the conversation can continue.
"I do apologies for his behavior. He is Scottish, a local of the land. And Scots are known for their blunt but honest crest when it comes to mannerisms." Aldstone's apologies.
"Oh, shut it ya British tart. Look, if she wants me to refer her as lass instead, I'm fine with that." FEB remarks.
Blake rolled her eyes before writing down something on her device. She then held it up for the two to see. "Lass, is fine… however it is insulting for you to refer me by my ears alone."
"And may I ask why… Lass?" FEB asked as he fell back on his chair.
"Because I'm a Faunas." Blake wrote with a disdainful look on her face.
"So, you're not human? Hmm, remarkable." Aldstone states as he scratches the bottom of his chin.
"You haven't met any of my kind?" Blake wrote with a confused look upon her face.
"No, not that I'm aware of at least. What about you Mr. Bay?" Aldstone asked.
"Have I met anyone with cat ears… nope, not here, nor anywhere I went. And I've been to the farthest regions of earth." FEB remarks as he downed the brandy.
Blake gave another confused look before typing down on her device. "Impossible, Faunas makes up 1/3 of Remnant's population."
"Remnant? Never heard of it." FEB remarks before pouring him another glass.
"Remnant, the planet that we are on." Blake writes with a deadpan look on her face.
"Um, I'm sorry to say that you are not on your planet no more." Aldstone's explains, causing Blake to give a strange and confused look.
Deciding it was for the best Aldstone helped her up before leading her to a comfortable chair. There he begins to give a basic history lesson on the earth, including the recent great war and history of the country she found herself in. Blake sat silently as she listens how she is in Foyer Scotland. Part of the English Empire, it spans the world to the point that it was nicknamed. 'The Empire that the sun never set.' However, when the outbreak of the great war began back in 1914 the capital suffered bombardments from zeppelin attacks. It got so bad that when the war was over, London was nothing more then ruins. They had started the process of rebuilding but it has been slow. Once done with basic history while showing her the globe of the planet.
Blake remained quiet. She was both absolutely stunned in interest… and horror. She is on another planet. One that doesn't have the Faunas Race around. Which means both she is truly alone… Yang. Oh Monty, Yang! Blake frantically begins to type on her device a question.
"Where's Yang?!" Blake wrote.
"Who the fuck is Yang?" FEB asked gain a growl from Blake.
"Again, I apologies for his mannerisms. He had a tough life." Aldstone apologies for FEB's behavior.
"Really? How hard?" Blake wrote with a deadpan glare.
"Well, I had to bury my ma, pa, brothers, brothers in arms, their wife's, their children, my children, oh and my wife… all starting at the age of fourteen mind you." FEB recounted. "Oh, best of all. I use to worship the cunt who took them all away."
"Oh, you want to talk about lost? I lost touch with my family for years, lost friends and those I care about, my girlfriend lost her arm because of me, oh and how my ex stalked me for months just to kill me and my girlfriend simply because he believe 'I'm to good for him.' When really, it was actually because he was a psychopath." Blake wrote out, FEB barley registered what she was talking about. Except the phrase, girlfriend.
"Girlfriend? What like them twits who prefer the company of woman?" FEB asked with a brow raised in shock.
"Yes… Yang, is a girl and I love her… why are you asking?" Blake wrote with a confused look on her face.
"Oh… um, how do I put this." Aldstone said as he recalled his time in Parliament. "In 1533, it was considered taboo and a sin. So Parliament with all it's wisdom passed the Buggery Act of 1533, where any signs of Homosexuality behavior is outlawed and punishable by death."
Blakes eye's grew wide in confusion and sickness. During the great war of her world; Mantle, made a similar law. Banning gay marriage in hopes of curving emotion and self-expressionism from its citizens. Only difference is, that it was punishable by lengthy prison sentence and if that didn't break them. Lobotomy would.
"Aw, but that was such a long time ago. Worst case is that you will be fined." FEB spoke up. "That or annoy them self-righteous cunt's down at the abbeys."
"Regardless… We don't know who this Yang woman is. We are currently the only living hu… people present. Everyone one else… well, I know you never meant to kill anyone." Aldstone's had a hard time trying to correlate what had happen the night before. Blake wasn't in control of herself, yet all those lives were ended swiftly and brutally by her hands. He can see that Blake was remorseful of what had happened.
"Aldstone… she was possessed by an old cunt hag, who used her unearthly power to kill everyone else and nearly fucked us over. Only reason why we still live and breath is because we used that cunts symbols." FEB interrupts as he held up his wife's cross. "Point being, it ain't her fault. And you can leave it at that. Trying to suggest anything else would be a waste of time."
"Huh, I suppose you are right… except for your constant use of profanity. I would prefer you leave that at the door with the mud." Aldstone states.
"You do swear a lot for a holy man." Blake wrote down.
"Ah, Former holy man. I don't worship that Cunt… moms." FEB retorts back as he takes a swig from his fourth glass of Brandy.
"Speaking of formality, what is your world like. If I may ask?" Aldstone asked.
Blake went on to describe her world and it's history. She wrote how her world was plagued by monster known as Grimm. That their presence had led to the great war, a war to decide how the Grimm and her race will be handled. By the end of the war, her kind fought a small war for their rights and were granted. She was then coming to the part where was once part of a group of Faunas who want's equal rights. It's downfall into radical ideology and eventual fall to acts of terror. She wrote how she and her friends were on their way to the kingdom called Atlas, when… something happened. She can't seem to remember; all she did remember was that she was in a strange city. It was nothing that she had seen before, as she walked it's abandoned streets, she was attacked by… A Black Goat Man of some sort or something at least like that. It, was very tall. Seven-foot-tall, had two sets of horns, lengthy fingers, and hooved feet. Its eyes were in the shape of a goat, and it wore a strange grey robe with a necklace of finger bones around its neck. It spoke in a langue she has never heard of before. She tried to talk with it, but instead it offered her a bowl of pungent smelling green liquid. Multiple objects floated within the bowl, including finger bones, small trout, and a human molar. She even swore there was a shriveled up corpse of a human rat hybrid creature stirring about within. When she refused to drink the liquid, the goat man got angry and taller. It held her down as it forced the liquid down her throat. That was the last thing she remembered before waking up on the floor before them. She does have some faint memories of what Keziah Mason did while possessing her body, but was like recalling a dream. To bizarre to be real, yet to faint to recall. When asked what was the name of this goat creature, Blake didn't answer. She never did ask what was that things name. As she was about to write, "I don't know" she then heard a name in her head. She wasn't sure if that witch was still in her head or not but she suddenly knew who was that goat man is… or at least its name.
With chills running through her body, she wrote and presented a name. "Nyarlathotep."
"… What the fuck kind of name is that?" FEB asked as he finished off the Brandy with a half a glass.
"How should I know? He was just some goat man?" Blake wrote down with an annoyed look on her face.
"Yeah, and I am a former priest who has memorize every demon in that old book. Not once have heard a dumb name like that." FEB states with an annoyed tone.
"Hmm, Actually. I think there is a book that mentions this goat person." Aldstone remarks as he scratches his chin.
"Which book is that? Cause if it's a bible I will toss you out the window next." FEB warned.
"No, No, quite the opposite in fact." Aldstone states as he walked over to the desk. He opened up a secret compartment and pulls from it a few papers.
"Master, Drum may have been unable to fight in the great war. But he did find many organizations and government sponsored groups who helped protect London's treasures during the Zeppelin attacks. One thing that survived thanks to him, was a black book called. The Necronomicon." Aldstone explains as he pulls shows a piece of paper to the two of them. On it was a photograph of the infamous black book clipped to the corner.
"Originally stored away in the more restricted wings of the British Museum, it has been moved to the undergrounds of Parliament." Aldstone explains as he hands the paper file over to Blake. "Perhaps this book could explain what this goat man's intentions with you was."
Blake looked over the papers on the preservation of the Necronomicon. As she read it, an idea popped in her head. Quickly setting down the paperwork she typed on her device a simple but important question. "Can this book help me get back home?"
"I don't know. But I'm willing to bet my pension on it." Aldstone replies. Blake gave a serious look before standing up quickly. She walked to the door before tripping over from the vertigo. Aldstone quickly raced over to her before she could fall back.
"Whoa there Ms. Belladonna. Your still weak from the incursion last night. And you don't know the land, or it's customs." Aldstone's states in a concerned tone. He helped Blake over to the wall to help support herself. Once their she begins to write on her device.
"I have to get back. I just have too." She wrote.
"Trust me, I would be just as eager as you should our roles were reversed. But you can't go out into one of the most influential countries in the world with no money, car, or map. And then there is the matter of your intriguing and unique features. If you think your humans were horrible, wait till you meet the kind that had no other race but themselves to lay their predigests upon." Aldstone explained in a sincere tone.
"Then what am I supposed to do?" Blake wrote with an impatient look on her face. Aldstone took a moment to think it over. After a few moments an idea popped into his head.
"Father Elliot Bay will take you to London, with these passes I'm sure you will gain access without any trouble." Aldstone explains causing both of them to interject.
"What? Him the drunk?" Blake wrote.
"Oy, I'm not fond of the idea of driving around the lass as some damn chauffeur… also what did I say about my name, wanker." FEB complained.
"I know this seemed inconvenient, maybe it is a terrible plan. But I simply can't take Ms. Belladonna to London. You are the only one who can." Aldstone explained himself.
"Why the hell not? Personally, I just found another reason to drink myself to death. And if I'm honest for once in my life this seemed way too far out my range of expertise and age limit." FEB remarked.
"Seriously, he is an old man." Blake added.
"So am I Ms. Belladonna. However, unlike me he has contacts in London. That along with war experience, medical as well. And is the only one here who is so drunk, that he simply doesn't care about your Faunas traits. I myself don't care either but quite frankly I don't have that kind of experience." Aldstone's explains in a puff of rage and annoyance before settling down. He then states under his breath the real reason he is not accompanying them. "(Sigh) If that doesn't convince you… I will dead sometime this month."
"… What the fuck are ye talking about?" FEB asked.
"I have a bump on my lung, doctors told me I have a month before I'm swallowed by the pain of the disease and where I will most likely die within a week after." Aldstone explains with a sadden tone. "I have some family north of here, I would rather spend my last month enjoying their company while I still can. So please don't ask that I must go. I won't live long enough to help Ms. Belladonna. Hence it has to be you."
He looked down with a sad look on his face. He would help if he could truly can, however it seemed that his time in now unfortunately up. So, he looks down in slight despair. As he does so, a hand is placed on his shoulder. He turns around to see Blake holding his shoulder to comfort the old man. She understands, making the best of a bad situation. She may not be able to speak but just the look on her face was enough for the old man to know what she was saying.
"… Oh fuck you bleeding heart." FEB remarks as he gets off his seat. "When you die, tell that cunt in the sky that he owes me for this."
"Heh, I am certain he already knows it already." Aldstone said with a chuckle.
"Now, before you head out. Perhaps we should disguise Ms. Belladonna so she may move about without being noticed." Aldstone suggested.
"Hmm, actually. I have something that might help in my car." FEB remarked as he grabbed his tweed jacket off the ground. "Was going to sell it when my money ran out, but I'm guessing I'll get a cut of the inheritance?"
"Yes, though I think it will be wise for Ms. Belladonna to hold onto it for now." Aldstone states as he walks to a picture that contained a hidden safe behind it.
"Ah, I'm not going to spend… much, on booze." FEB lied as he walked to the car. Aldstone lets out a small chuckle, while undoing the lock. As he opens the safe, he noticed a small flicker in the shadow. He turns to see that Blake had written something on her scroll and is trying to present it to him.
"Thank you again. I haven't many humans who except me for who I am. You two are truly kind… well when the other isn't drunk." Blake wrote while pointing towards the door that FEB walked out of.
"Ah, yes. Thank, you Ms. Belladonna. I never thought that I'll be an ambassador to another race in elder years. This has been a real treat and privilege for us both." Aldstone said as he removes only a few hundred pounds from the safe. As he counts the cash he continues to talk. "Though, I'll never see you return back home. It warms this old heart of mine to see that I have helped someone return home."
Blake smiled faintly before nodding her head. For the first time on this new planet, she felt confident and resolved to have met such people. Even though one smells worse than Ruby's uncle, and has no lid when it came to his profanity. Speaking of which, Feb returned with a set of clothes in hand.
"I have been saving these for some time. My late wife, bought these for our daughter should she take the cloth herself. Guess you will be putting these clothes to use now." FEB remarks as he sets down a nun outfit.
Blake looked down at the outfit for a few moments before looking back up at FEB. She then wrote down on her device before showing it with a deadpan look on her face. "Really?"
"Oy, watch it lass. Just because I call my god a cunt doesn't mean you get to disrespect my wife's handy work." FEB warns.
Blake let's out a small sigh before grabbing the clothes. She then wrote on her device. "Is there a bathroom or a place I can change?"
"Two, rooms down to the right is the west wing drawing room. Feel free to change in there." Aldstone replies.
Blake gave a nod and left the two old men alone in the room. Aldstone then begin to hand FEB a few hundred pounds. Once payed the amount promised in the Will, the two said their goodbyes before FEB left Drum Castle for good and went outside to his car. FEB waited in the car for Blake for a few minutes. As he waits, he eye's a bottle of old scotch with some liquid still inside at his feet. He reaches down to pick it up when his wife's cross fell to the ground. He looked down at it for a few moments before picking it up. He had rejected god for years… now, he used that cunts holy words to save a young lass life. Perhaps god tossed him through hell to toughen him up, maybe that's why he has been a cunt his whole life? Or it could be that this was just revenge for calling him a cunt for years. Either way is possible, but one thing was undeniable. Without his wife's cross, he died last night. So, with a heavy sigh he did something he has never managed to do in years.
"(Sigh) why did I save the good stuff for the end." FEB remarks as he tossed the bottle of expensive whisky from his car.
Just as he did, Blake walked out in a nun outfit. It was a bit dusty, and one size two big, but it hid her Faunas appearance as well as her gambol shroud really well. Even if she wasn't a Faunas carrying a ludicrous weapon, nobody will suspect a nun. She noticed the broken glass bottle by the car and gave a look of confusion. She pointed down to bottle and raised a brow.
"Aw, that's nothing Lass. Just an old man getting rid of his personal demons." FEB explains.
Blake gave a strange look before shrugging. She entered the car before buckling herself in. FEB gave the ignition a few twists before the old car started up again. He drove away, leaving the Drum family castle behind forever. Only thing he took from that place was nightmares and a silver lining. Inside the house, the butler watches as the two drive away from the third-floor window. As the two slowly disappears in the distance a small knowing smile appeared on his lips. He looks down at the top drawer. Inside was a slingshot and a set of marbles, loose screws a saw, and the key to the front door. He had to admit, it took weeks for him to regain his skill with a sling. But the look on Ms. Cane's face was priceless. Along with sawing though those stairs, simply locking the front door proved to be easier than planned. However, he had to admit that he had a close call with the Drum Brat. If it wasn't for Hastur's novel he would have been easier to get rid of. Atlas all that knowledge of charms and spells couldn't save his life. All it took was a strong pull of the rug to put him into position to be cut in half. As he mussed over the multiple deaths he has caused, a shadow fell over him.
"They are leaving my master. They do not suspect a thing." Aldstone said without turning around.
"Ymg''ve mgep mgepahnyth ya vulgtmnah, aldstone cod. Ah'legeth ah nafl f' kadishtu ah nilgh'rinah ot game, much ahogor ng ahf' f' ahor comprehend." The shadow spoke fluently in a language not heard on this plant in centuries.
"I am pleased that this excites oh mighty God of a Thousand Forms. What may I do to please you once more?" Aldstone asked as he turns to greet the shadow figure with a smile.
"Ahagl ah ehye ahog task ymg' mgep l' zhro. Ymg' ah'n'gha, fahff ehyee llll ya ephaiahor ah uh'eor ehye's ahf' ot ephaikadishtu fahf n'ghftyar." The figure said before disappearing.
"Yes, of course." Aldstone says before walking to the closet. Inside was a noose, already set up for his suicide. Aldstone grabs a nearby stool and placed it under the noose. He didn't hesitate to place the noose around his neck. As he was about to tilt the stool, he utters his last words.
"Today I die a man, tomorrow I be reborn as a servant to my Pharaoh. Oh Faceless God, may you bring me in on swift wings. Mighty pharaoh Nyarlathotep." Aldstone mutters before tipping the stool, killing himself within a moment.
Back with the two, Blake looks outwards towards the rising sun over a great lake. It felt like being in Mistral mountains… except somehow, simpler. As they drove along the winding road, she noticed in the corner of her eye a figure in the rear-view window. It was only a quick glance but she swear she saw her, Keziah Mason. Smiling a toothy grin from her rotting cracked lips. Blake quickly looked behind her in shock to find that no one was there. She looked around for a few intense moments before the car's radio turns on. Spooking her.
"Sorry, car's older than I am." FEB states as he tries to turn off the radio. After fiddling around for a moment, a familiar song came on.
WhO waNt's To PlAY A GaME? It's time to play hide and seek!
Run, run,run! Timeto run andhide! Run, run, run! And now I'm goingto find! You scurry off into the darkness! Hurry, I'm behind you! Don't you speak! Hide and seek! Tiptoe through the cellar or crawl under your bed! Anywhere you've fled! I am going to find you!
As the song continued, both Blake and FEB looked at each other with horror. Their facial expression shifts to agreement. The View then shifts to the outside of the car. It slowly comes to a stop, before the driver side window opens up. After a few seconds FEB tossed the entire car radio out the side. The car drives away, while the radio rolled down to the lock bellow. It managed to land next to the lake side where it remained quiet. Hours passed as the radio remained undisturbed by the lochs edge. However, at half past noon, two young boys with their dogs were by the lock's lake. As they walked nearby, the dog started to growl at the radio.
"What's is it girl?" The youngest boy asked.
"Aw, she's just saw some trout. Pay her no mind Glenn." The older kid remarks without thinking to much about it as he passed by the radio. The younger kids however noticed the radio walked over to it. As he inspects the radio, it turns on. Playing the accursed toon once more just as a cloud covers the sun.
WhO waNt's To PlAY A GaME? It's time to play hide and seek!
Run, run,run! Timeto run andhide! Run, run, run! And now I'm goingto find! You scurry off into the darkness! Hurry, I'm behind you! Don't you speak! Hide and seek! Tiptoe through the cellar or crawl under your bed! Anywhere you've fled! I am going to find you! Stay inside the shadows, all you girls and boys! Don't you make noise! Or I am going to find you! Run, run, run! Creep up on my grave! Run, run, run! Stalk the night away! Scuttle off into the night! But what'll be behind you? Don't you speak! Hide and seek! Like a frog inside a skillet, a lobster in a pan! You don't understand! That I am going to find you! Be still as a mountain and quiet as a mouse! 'Cause any little sound! And I will surely find you! Tick tick tock! Are you ready or not? Tick tick tock! Listen to the clock! Hasten off into the night! Don't waste another heartbeat! Don't you speak! Hide and seek! Let the countdown begin! 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Ready or not, here I come!
As the song comes to a end, the young child was no where to be seen. Or the dog as well. The older brother had noticed and walked back to look for the younger kid.
"Glenn? Oy Glenn! Where are you?" The older kid calls out, to which there is no response. As he looks around he noticed that the younger kids hat was floating in the water. He begins to panic at the thought that his friend had fell into the cold lock.
"GLENN!" The boy shouts out as he ran towards the water. As he got closer, he noticed something moving in the water. Thinking it was his friend struggling to swim. However, upon a closer inspection it wasn't his friend, nor the dog. It was a jumble of slithering worms, chewing his friend to pieces. In that moment, the boy could only run away in terror. Screaming the words that started a legend. "AAAAAHHHHH, MONSTER! MONSTER IN THE LOCH! MONSTER IN THE LOCH NESS!"
As the young lad ran screaming, the radio slowly turns on to play a jazzy tone.
Play Clint Eastwood interadation by Post Modern Jukebox.
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
Yeah, ha-ha
Finally, someone let me out of my cage
Now time for me is nothing 'cause I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look, I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes
Who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional?
Mystical? Maybe
Spiritual
Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy
Lifeless
To those the definition for what life is
Priceless
To you because I put you on the hype shit
You like it?
Gun smokin' righteous with one toke
You're psychic among those
Possess you with one go
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future (that's right) is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
The essence, the basics
Without, did you make it?
Allow me to make this
Child-like in nature
Rhythm
You have it or you don't, that's a fallacy
I'm in them
Every sprouting tree
Every child of peace
Every cloud and sea
You see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise (that's right)
Corruption in disguise
From this fuckin' enterprise
Now I'm sucked into your lies
Through Russel, not his muscles but percussion he provides
For me as a guide
Y'all can see me now 'cause you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the inner
So I'ma stick around with Russ' and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember where the thought is
I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless (right here)
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead
No squealing, remember that it's all in your head
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
My future is coming on
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My future is coming on
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It's coming on
My future
