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Post by ramenigma on Dec 2, 2016 2:03:45 GMT
"Gyudon's a nice town, isn't it?" The Man in the Black Coat gave a breezy yawn and slumped his shoulders. "Hard to believe it's a hotspot of psychic activity, huh?"
His partner, The Man in the White Coat nodded gruffly as he took in the rural little Sunrise Land town. Cats basking in sunlight on red brick walls, small cafe's and bookshops with a smattering of customers cheerily chatting, a child running past holding onto his satchel to make sure he doesn't lose anything...
Perfectly ordinary.
Even so, the PIE's advanced technology had noted this completely average, boring town as a veritable bed of extrasensory energy. Why? They don't know. No-one really does. But, like a magnet attracting flies, psychic's are drawn to it.
"...Hey." White Coat stops suddenly and grunts. His brow furrowing.
"Hm?" Black Coat responds by tilting his head. "What is it?"
"I think I just stepped in dogshit."
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jan 6, 2017 6:51:52 GMT
Mandrake Residence
"In order to catch the Ghost Ripper, we'll need to cover more ground! Looks like we'll have to split up!"
"No, you fucking morons, that's how he'll get you. That's how they always get you people."
"Yikes! We'd better run, guys! He's after us! And he's already killed Scruffy and Wilbert! We'll have to set a trap!"
"Told you. Calling it now, it's Dr. Bloodenguts."
"Now that we've caught him, let's reveal who was behind all this! Dr. Bloodenguts?"
"Tooooold you." She flipped to another channel.
The Mandrake Estate, as she commonly referred to it, had walls covered in posters from various horror and science-fiction b-movies. A small shelf with various collectibles and comic books was placed in one of the spots not covered in posters. A well-worn but comfortable couch sat across from the decently sized television, with a table in between for setting down snacks or propping up one's legs. There didn't seem to be a bed in the room, but a pillow and blanket set to one side of the couch. The closet seemed as if someone had shoved all the clothes in there and decided the job was done, with most of it piling out onto the floor.
"Viewer beware, you're in to be scared! Muahahahaha! Welcome once again to Jack L. Hyde's 60 Minutes of Spooks!"
"Hell yes." The estate's occupant had opted out of any paranormal investigation for the time being, preferring to do some more research for the morning, which coincidentally involved watching one of her favorite shows.
"THE GHASTLY MUSEUM"
"Whoa, did that statue just move?"
"Don't be ridiculous! Statues can't move!"
"Then what about that painting? I swear it just looked at me!"
"Paintings can't look at stuff, you idiot!"
"Why is that wax figure walking closer and closer to us with an axe?"
"You're being stupid, buddy! Wax figures can't-AAAAAAUUUUUUUUEEEEEEERGGGGGGHHH!"
"Oh no, I've got to get out of here!"
"What are you still doing here? It's past closing hours!"
"It's a good thing you found me, Mr. Guard! That wax figure killed my friend! That's not supposed to happen in a museum!"
"Didn't you read the sign? This is the Museum of Haunts! Ahahahahahahaha!"
"Oh nooooooo! A real live skeleton?"
"Look at your reflection, bonehead!"
"I was a skeleton all along? Oh nooooooo!"
"THE END"
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