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Your name is Evan Tolston. You are 12 years old and you are currently bored out of your mind. You get a four-day weekend off from school, but you've been dragged out to your grandfather's ranch for the entirety of it. It wouldn't be so bad if you could watch the TV, but the adults have it locked down on the news of this stupid solar flare thing. Not even the cool stuff, they're talking about banks and airplanes and hospitals and crap like that.
You've been sitting at the kitchen table doodling for the past hour or so, but you're getting tired of that. You grab a flashlight and ask your grandfather if you can go play outside. He gives you a dismissive gesture and takes another sip of his beer.
You decide that counts as tacit approval.
You step out onto the porch and see the sun sinking below the distant trees. Even though the sun isn't fully set yet, you think there are already more stars out than you can usually see at night from your parents' trailer outside the city. It's supposed to be a full moon tonight, and your knowledge of astronomy tells you that means it must be rising on the other side of the house. The first bit of the solar flare is supposed to have hit a couple hours ago, but you couldn't see any lights in the sky or anything. It's supposed to get stronger, though.
Your grandfather has a lot of land. There's a big barn out in the field, and some cows wandering around. There's a chicken coop off to the side of the house...they're probably asleep already, but you could probably wake them up. There's a big creek running along the back of the land, and the rest is woods. You've found remains of an old house with a well back there, And there's an awesome giant tree you climb sometimes. Also, your uncle has a little shack that he goes to to shoot guns and drink beer sometimes. Maybe there's still some beer there.
What do you do?

The previous chapter is not necessary to understand this one but it wouldn't hurt. Broken into two threads due to autosage weirdness.
part 1 - http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/19363045/#19363045
part 2 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19365844/

Lets go climb that tree. Maybe we can see the Solar Flare from up higher.

>>19410162

Seconding.

Check the creek. Maybe we'll find something interesting there?

Check out dat creek yo

While on tree play on flute

Climb dat tree.

Load up on guns, cause everyone knows solar flais herald zombie apocolypse

>>19410131
Climb tree

Agree, climb da tree

dont you 404 on me

Climb da tree!

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You set out into the woods in the direction of the tall tree. It's definitely getting dark out there, but you think you know the way well enough not to get lost. As the leaves begin to obscure the light from the sun, you click on your flashlight, winding your way through the undergrowth until you reach the tree. You kind of wish you had brought your flute with you from your fort by the trailer; something about this reminds you of a weird dream you had about a month ago.
You tuck the flashlight in your pocket as good as you can, and hop up to grab the first branch. You are proud of your tree climbing skills; you are absolutely the best at climbing that you know of. You easily pull yourself up and clamber your way up the winding branches.
You climb for a long while, totally focused on the next branch and how to get to it, when you realize that it seems like you've been climbing for too long. It feels like you must have been climbing for miles by now. It's like this tree never ends. You're sure that normally you would reach the part of the tree where the branches get too thin to support you by now.
Shaking the thought out of your head, you see an opening in the leaves above and grab onto that branch to pull yourself up. However, you are surprised to find your hand hit something that feels like coarse cloth.
The object seems light enough, so you pull it down and click your flashlight on to inspect it better.
It's an odd doll that you've never seen before. It is roughly made, and the inside seems to be filled with lots of small, hard things, like pebbles or something.
As you hop up to the next branch, you look out towards the setting sun to get your bearings. Since you were walking away from the sun to get to the tree, you expect to see the lights of your grandpa's ranch somewhere at the end of the trees, but...
...Well, you can't see the end of the trees at all, much less any lights.

Climb down tree, turn on flashlight, look around.

Also OP, are you drawing these pics in real time? They're cool and all, but if it slows down the thread too much maybe it's better to just illustrate the really important ones. We're all here for the story itself, anyway.

>>19410671
Can you find any familiar constellations? You may be trapped in ANOTHER WORLD.

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You feel weird about this. Nothing seems familiar in this landscape at all, and you're way too high up. Your heart starts beating a little harder and you resolve to climb down immediately. You grab onto the branch you're standing on and lower yourself down, when you hear a voice, so deep it shakes the tree branch, coming from above.
"Give him back!"
You look up in a panic. You can't see anything in the darkness, but you can see that the tree is all wrong.
It doesn't seem to stop.

>>19410714
I probably got a little overly ambitious with that previous image. I'd rather avoid text quest territory if possible. I'll try to keep it quicker in the future.

put the doll back

>>19410861

Try to respond with that if the owner wants it back, it has to politely go down and get it since you are not going to climb all the way up.

>>19410861
Ask where they are.

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Your eyes dart back and forth through the dark branches. This is crazy. You have to be hearing things. Oh god that's what they always think in all of those stories...
Your heart beating through your chest, there's only one thing you can think to do. You carefully set the doll back down on the branch.
"Oh, my darling," says the voice again, sounding strangely deep for the message. "Did the big meany hurt you?" The tone of the voice shifts several octaves higher in the middle of the sentence, now sounding rather feminine. Something tiny zips by through the air and plucks the doll off the tree.
"He's a what?" the voice asks, and the figure flits back, hovering right in front of you.
It's a tiny woman.
it's a tiny, talking, flying woman, holding a doll that's as big as she is.
Several seconds pass in silence until the tension becomes unbearable.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" you shout.
"AAAAAAAAH!" the tiny woman shouts back.

>>19411204

Calm down and set things straight, and ask where you are.

>>19411204
Say hello to the tiny woman. Ask what she is.

>>19411280
This

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You stop screaming and take a deep breath. the tiny woman laughs ecstatically and does a little flip in the air. "That was fun!" she says. "Terrified screaming is great! Wanna do it again?"
"I, what? No," you say, still trying to calm yourself. You notice with a shudder that she's got the same weird black eyes that the girl from your dream did. "Where am I?"
She looks confused, and a little offended. "Hey! I don't go barging through YOUR house, take your friends, and ask you where I am," she responds.
"I...I'm sorry for taking your uh..." You begin, not sure how to refer to the doll.
Her face brightens. "Mr. buttons is sorry too," she replies. "He thought you were a human! Must be because of the eyes. Neat trick!"
"Right," you reply. "And um, what are you?"
The tiny woman blushes a little. "Ooh, aren't you forward! We just met, and we haven't even played a game yet! How about hide and seek?"
Before you can even respond, she zips away down toward the ground. "You're it!" she yells to you, and disappears into the darkness.

>>19411557
Hrm. Well. Okay.

Climb down and go looking in the bushes.

Let's just call her Navi for now.

GIVE CHASE, YOUNG MAN

>>19411557
Go look for her.

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You work your way slowly down the tree, trying not get overly excited and slip. On your way, you find yourself on the opposite side of the trunk. The light from the moon filters through the leaves, leaving dappled shadows on everything you see. You feel calmer, more serene, braver, as if you are being watched over by someone. This serenity lasts even as you turn and see that the moon is very different; it now appears to be a magnificent white city inside a bowl.
You take a deep breath and find your way to the ground, finding the trip down to be unexpectedly short. The wind picks up, and you hear what sounds like whispers in the leaves all around you as you search for the tiny woman.
The whispers grow louder and louder as you search, causing you to stop and whirl your flashlight around in search of their source. They reach a crescendo, and suddenly converge on a single source, far to your left.
Looking up, you see trails of light in the sky.

>>19412010
boy be trippan bawls.

To the source!

Man, this kid gets into some weird shit.

Also, what happened to the other thread, with the closet?

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You follow the sounds of the whispers, which gradually change into identifiable voices as you get closer. As you go around a large tree, the sources of the voices come into view, and your calm serenity fails you.
There is a boy and three girls arrayed around a fire in a pit in the ground. Flanking them on either side are two tall figures covered in cracks that glow like hot embers.
One of the girls points to you as soon as you see her. The boy turns to face you.
It's you.
He makes a gesture, and the two cinder creatures start to lumber out into the woods on either side. "Hello, border-walker," he calls out, a sinister edge in his voice. In YOUR voice. "it's been a long time."

>>19412194
I decided to do a different story at a later date when I would have more time.

>>19412010
Guess we best figure out what the lights are all about. And where on Earth we are...it's probably safe to say we are no longer in Grandpa's woods.

>>19412316
>We're fucked

>>19412316
"Man, I'm a pimp." congratulate him on his awesome harem, then ask if you may join them.

>>19412316
Welp, was a nice life. At least we got to taste the sweet fruit of a woman/woman-like thing before the end.

Also, I admit naming the kids from the first chapter Even and Elle was mildly amusing.

okay RUN.

just run.

Oh, and, the girl in the first chapter said she was the shadows the moon casts through the leaves or something.
>see the shadows through the leaves
>feel calmer
yyyyeah we're in fairy world.

protag should count himself lucky he didn't get splattered by the last fae

probably because he obviously is one

What, really, no posts?

Probably shouldn't act intimidated.

>>19412539
Well if that other occasion was any indication this is all just a dream and dreams can't hurt us.

>>19412631
The last one wasn't a dream.

At least not completely.

>>19412631
he had four pieces of paper in his bed at the end.

he only lost 3 drawings.

the fourth one was the one she drew of them.

Just kick this kid's ass.

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You take a couple of slow steps backwards. "That's uh, nice," you respond. "Mind if I join you there?"
He grins widely. "That would be...wonderful," he responds.
You think that pretty much confirms it would be a bad idea, and take another step backwards. The cinder creatures start to close in on you from the sides. On the far side of the tree, you bump into another one of those giant mushrooms, and see rays of moonlight streaming in on top of it from a gap in the branches.
The tiny woman pops out from under the cap of the mushroom. "You found me!" she says excitedly, then looks back, first at the mushroom, then at the copy of you by the fire, then at the cinder creatures. "Wait this isn't where- oh." She turns to you with a panicked expression. "It's the prince. You should go home!" and starts to push you away.

>>19412809
Thank the little thing for the advice and beat feet.

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Start a proletarian revolution against the prince.

All power to the soviets!

>>19412832
This

Fucking RUN.

>>19412836
Wash clean the crimes of the Bourgeoisie with the blood of martyrs!

>>19412836
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXGmYtfkKGk

Also, damn you, Silenus, your last full thread was so creepy I was nearly sick to my stomach. Now my sperg commands that I keep reading even if I think I'm in for more creepy.

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You start to turn and run, when the tiny woman grabs the back of your shirt. "Where are you going? I'm serious! It's the prince of the black court! Go home!"
"What? I'm trying!" you respond.
"You just skipped a perfectly good boundary," she responds, pointing to the line on the ground cast by the moonlight above. You look up at the moon above as the tiny woman pushes you.
You wake up in your bed.
Wait.
You wake up in YOUR bed, at your parent's trailer, miles away from your grandfather's ranch. His flashlight is still in your pocket. Your shoes are still on.
You jump out of bed and try to turn on the light, but the switch does nothing. The power is out.
Panicked, you open the blinds to the window.
You see lights in the sky outside.

End Chapter 2

>>19413065
Less creepy this time, more setup for future story.
That said, I'm having to cut this short. Apparently I have to be somewhere. Next thread will pick up where this one left off.

>>19413137
>>19413116
Oh, thank god. I appreciate it. My stomach is roiling so hard I'm having trouble keeping my tuna down.

>>19413137
>>19413156
>>19413116
>>19413065
Also, don't take that as a slight. If it were shitty writing and/or art I would just drop it.

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>>19413065
You haven't been on 4chan long if you think having sex with a faerie is creepy.

>>19413394
I've been here a long time. I'm still creeped out. Silenus has a gift.

>>19413413
No offense, anon, but I think you just have a weak constitution.

>>19413447
Creepy, from a literary standpoint. Not the sexual part.

Oh hey, that didn't take as long as I expected it to. I might be able to let chapter 2 go on a little longer tonight, if everyone is down. Right about now is when knowledge of chapter one might become necessary, though.

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You slump against the wall and try your best to take stock of your current situation. You're at your house, at least a half hour drive away from where your family is, and where you climbed the tree just a little while ago. The power is out, but the phones may be working, and your grandfather's number is written down by the phone, but you have no idea how to explain how you got here. There are also neighbors, surely someone nearby is home.
You also think back to your fort in the woods, where your flute is. For some reason, you feel like it might come in handy. You're far less sure that what happened a month ago was a dream, now.

>>19414684
Well we're going to stay the hell away from the woods for a while. Beyond the Prince dude being there, we need to make sure we weren't followed back from whatever that was.

>>19414684
Either we go into the woods and get our stuff, or we call the Granddad. Regardless of the explanation we give, fact is that he's still going to come get us.

call gramps.

>>19414684
Go to the fort, theirs probably something we could use there if not grab the flute.

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You decide that you'll try the phone, and if it doesn't work, you'll go for the fort. You run into the kitchen and dial your grandfather's number.
As soon as you put the phone to your ear, you hear your grandfather's voice.
"Hello, boy," he says. "Where are you, I was worried."
You hear the front step creak outside.

>>19415112
"Grandpa, stay by the phone, OK? I think there's someone at the door." Then grab frying pan (NOT a knife, we want weight not sharp) and peek through cracks/keyholes to see who it is.

>>19415112
Tell him you got lost in the forest, but bumped into someone who was willing to give you a ride, only you couldn't remember the way back to his house, so gave him the directions to your home

So, it didn't ring, and he knew it was you instantly? Yeah, that's not your grandpa on the phone.

>>19415167
Caller ID and we called him

>>19415167
...Good catch. Don't say anything. Or ask a question only he would know. Either/or.

Either way, find something weighty.

>>19415191
>>19415167
These. Grab something heavy and be ready to deal with whatever is on the porch. After that, we can worry about whatever is on the other end of the phone

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You are about to tell him a story about how you got a ride and didn't know the way, but something seems weird about this. This is unmistakably your grandfather's voice, but he was talking the instant you put the phone to your ear, and he instantly knew it was you. He would have had to pick up the phone the instant it rang, which is possible, but seems unlike him.
"...Grandpa? Is that you?" you ask, quietly retrieving a frying pan from the cabinet.
"Who else would it be, boy? Where are you?" he responds.
"What's the place you worked at before you retired called, again?" You ask.
"What? Boy, don't play games with me. Tell me where you are."
"Just answer the question, grandpa. I want to make sure it's safe."
"It's safe, boy. I don't have time for this," you can tell he's getting angry, an all-too-common occurrence, "If you don't tell me where you are right this instant I swear by the good lord I will cane you so goddamn hard"
"Grandpa, no. No, you have to answer a question. Uh, how old-"
"I DO NOT have to do anything. Tell me about where you are, BOY!"
"I will not until you answer me! And I'm so sick of you calling me boy all the time! What is my name?"
"TELL ME ABOUT YOUR HOUSE, BORDER-WALKER!"
You hear something slam against the door three times.

>>19415523
O-kay, we are opening no fucking doors. We hang the phone up NOW, we take several steps back, we turn a flashlight on and point it at the door so the person out there is blinded by the light, and we dial the cops on our cell phone if we have one.

>>19415547

I dont think cops would help much, we need something to defend ourselves.

>>19415596
We have a weapon, and it's what a scared kid would do. Besides, the trick to fighting in the dark is controlling the light. Get a flashlight, turn it on, point it at the door and put it on the ground, so that the person who comes through is blinded.

>>19415547
Just to clarify, do you mean to open the door and shine the flashlight out? Otherwise, how do you plan to get the light in their eyes through the solid door?

>>19415612

Good thinking, but still we are alome, we need to call upon our friends, yeah, i am talking about the fae girl we met in first chapter.

Also, it seems we arent human. Just who did our mother slept with?

>>19415638
No, put the flashlight on the ground so that the person who comes through sees BRIGHT LIGHT! Use the shadows to hide in. If it's a Fae they can see in the dark, but if we flood them with contrast, it may blind them enough for a frying pan to the knees.

And I think we should be staying far from anything with dead eyes and a naturist fashion sense. That girl knew our name already, she fucked us, she was 'invited' into our fort. She can NOT be trusted.

>>19415661
So your father's accusations that you aren't his are not unfounded, after all!

>>19415682
I think it's safe to assume, for the moment, that we are on our own.

If this thing is outside, and assuming that it's fae, wouldn't we have t oinvite it in for it to get to us?

Assuming not though: we might want to try and surprise it when it bursts in, and make a break for the woods. Chances are whatever this thing is it can easily handle a 12 year old boy who just learned he was fae and has no clue what that entails.

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You go to hit the button that ends the call on the phone, but you realize that it was never really on in the first place. The screen keeps blinking and flickering. You also feel like the last kid in the school to not have a cell phone, but you have a feeling that it wouldn't do much better.
The pounding on the door stops just as you set the flashlight on the ground and brandish your pan at the door, fully expecting something to barge through at any second.
All is silent.
Several minutes pass. You're trying not to be afraid, but it's hard.

>>19415787
Be brave, Evan. And for fucks' sake, don't open the front door OR your closet.

Listen for any sudden winds or music.

>>19415787
Fae like games right?
Lets ask if whoever at the door wants to play 20 questions?

Okay, just caught up. Some thoughts:
-Okay, solar flare. Delicate electronics failing. Makes sense. Don't rely on that flashlight too much.
-To get out you can probably sneak out the same window you snuck out in the first chapter. The only other option I see is, like, fae teleportation? Try....walking across some borders?
-Look, Elle is creepy as fuck but I think she was helping us out here with all that moon shadow stuff. Maybe try calling her by name? Do these Fae like that? Or, like, open your blinds towards the moon, grab some kind of potted plant, and put it in the window, then ask the shadow it casts for help. But make sure you don't say anything that could be construed as an invitation to anyone but her.

>>19415879
Or better yet, dig for a deck of cards, or dice.

Every family has one of those, even broken homes cause they gamble there.

>>19415879
Might be in our best interest to try and make a game of it. Especially considering the two fae we've actually talked to immediately wanted to play games with us. We just need to be careful: Fae are master tricksters and can easily find ways to win games. Game of chance could be our best bet, cause the Fae probably won't be able to affect the outcome all that much

>>19415892
Alternatively, this. Though I think the flashlight will be safe since it's drawing on battery power rather than relying on an outside power source. Also a flashlight hardly fall into the realm of "delicate" electronics.

>>19415892
If these fae work like old fashion fae and demons, there names can be used to not only summon them, but control them. So it could be a way to call her (if she gave you her real name) but its also not something you wanna go around shouting.

>>19415892
Flashlights are durable as fuck, dude.

And I maintain that inviting a FAE of ANY kind into the hose could be catastrophic.

Get naked, turn on the stovetop, find a bottle that makes sound when blown on and/or pots or PANs to bang together, and dance around the fire.

>>19415971
And then our parents walk in.

We need to look like the sane ones here. There's a slim chance our mother at least knows what the fuck is going on.

>>19416000
and if our mother actually knows what's going on, then she'll know that last time we did something similar, we sprouted horns and our eyes turned black.

And regardless, if our parents walk in, we're kinda saved anyway. I mean, they're not home right now, are they?

Wait, are your parents home?

>>19416000
So you think we just need to try and wait it out till someone shows up to help, or should we try and gamble on Elle here?

I mean, she DID seem interested in us, so maybe we can take a gamble

>>19416088
I think we should get the cards/dice first, then get out of the house, then get our flute, then decide if we want to gamble on our moon maiden.

>>19416088
She was interested in turning us into a Fae (assuming we haven't figured out we are one already).

>>19416023

Woaaah. Wait a second. When did we sprout horns, and what about our eyes?

>>19415683

Take a guess. I mean every fae we met tells us we arent human. And we all know human+human doesnt equal to fae...

Implications are unpleasant.

>>19416133
Second thread, bro. We turned into a fae while dancefucking Elle.

>>19416127
Well, if she wanted to turn us into a Fae, there must be a reason. I would assume that reason involves keeping us alive...

>>19416133
first chapter, after we agreed to get naked and play the flute, and up until we "woke up". Evan had horns, black eyes, and long ears that stuck straight out.

>>19416159
Judging from her personality, I suspect her reasons are purely selfish.

Captcha: machine scenseq

>>19416159

I think we are already fae, a halfblood one maybe.

Also why guys fucked a fae?

>>19416195

Derp, ı meant *why you guys fucked a fae?

>>19416224
Cause she was cute, willing and - let's face it guys - we're suckers for pointy ears.

>>19416224
Because she was there.

>>19416224
Well, some of us thought it was a bad idea. /tg/ gets goofy around girls.

>>19416224
How else does a proper game of Truth or Dare end?

>>19416231

Yeah, you are right. Anyway whats done is done, now how to get out from this mess.

>>19416237

So would you fuck a female beholder because she was just there?

>>19416243

I know. Well, lets just hope its worth it.

>>19416248

With a true fae? You know, something closer to creepy bad end. Closer to WOD or Dresden.

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[Iknowthisisn'taspoiler]Holy crap, that's a lot of suggestions. Sorry about the delay, I got called away again.[/makebelievespoiler]

"Do you want to play a game?" you yell towards the door. You wait a few seconds for a response, but none comes. "If you win, you can come in. If I win, I get to go free! What do you say?"
Still, no response. You go grab the cards too, just in case, while you uneasily consider the implications of having to call Elle for help, before further considering the implications of Elle actually being real to begin with. Holy shit, did you actually have sex? And that whole horns thing...did that actually happen?
Your mind starts reeling as you return to the front room to try the yelling thing one more time.
Oh, great.
The trailer is on fire.

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>>19416269
>So would you fuck a female beholder
Do I have to answer that question?

>>19416328
Get down to floor level (and try not to lose track of your cat). turn the sink on and plug it. Then hope you don't die.

>>19416328
Well, if we stay here, chance are we burn to death.

Time to choose, break for the Fort or try and call up Elle here?

>>19416328
Time for a dynamic exit.

They will be guarding the front door. What about the bathroom window? Is that on the other side of the trailer?

>>19416337

Yeah, right, i forgot that there is also /d/ in the most /tg/.

>>19416343
>>19416349

Grab the cat, break for the fort, dont forget to pick up flashlight and pan.

>>19416377

*most of /tg/

Crap, i need some sleep.

>>19416328
Is there a fire extinguisher?
If no wake parents
If you can't rely on that. Try to go out the window in your room.

>>19416337
Is it wierd my first though was "AIM FOR THE TAN LINE!"

>>19416328
FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK!
Uh...the least these things can do is teleport. I don't know...Grab cat, cats are usually magical n' shit. Grab something Iron. Is the skillet cast iron? I hope so.

Oh, yeah, just use an extinguisher. Trailers have to have those by law.

>>19416436
Well, given the state of the family, and our freaking the fuck out as a 12 year old, I don't think extinguisher is a safe bet.

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Holy crap, as a twelve year old we got laid...
Nice.

>>19416496
No, that's actually pretty creepy. But that's in line with the quest so far. Some boys aren't even capable of performing at that age.

>>19416506

Yeah, good thing we half fae/demon/whateverthefuck we are

>>19416527
Apparently, if future-self is the only possible outcome, we become one evil motherfucker.

>>19416542
That could have been our dad, not just out future self.

So, grab the cat, flashlight, and GTFO to the Fort.

>>19416542

And what makes you think its the future self. I think its more complicated than that.

>>19416558
My guess: the Prince is Evan's brother.

>>19416577

Possible... Guess we will see as game goes on.

This quest made me want to go on a night-walk and then I got super fucking paranoid and now I need a drink...

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You vaguely remember hearing a loud crash and fwoosh one night while mom and father were arguing, and in the morning there was no extinguisher and a big hole in the cabinet door. You scoop up Rodrick and pocket the flashlight again, then bolt for your room on the opposite end of the trailer.
You take a deep breath.
In one smooth motion, you smash through the glass with your frying pan and leap out the ensuing hole in a hail of glittering glass shards. You don't look back, you just run as fast as you can towards the fort, praying that it will prove better at holding back monsters than the trailer will. Instantly, you hear something heavy and loud thumping behind you, at first distant but very quickly becoming much louder. Adrenaline floods your body, your heart races, and you run as hard and as fast as your body is capable of, clinging to Rodrick the cat and the skillet with a death grip, but the thumping gets louder and louder through the wind rushing by your head. "Fuck fuck Elle help Elle Elle help shit" you yell aloud, as you hear a low growl come from right behind your ear.
You hear one word in response.
"Dare."

>>19416674
"OK FINE I DARE YOU TO LET ME NOT DIE"

>>19416687
I dare you to kick this monsters ass!

>>19416687
I dare you to kick the ass of the monster behind me. Or at the very least save my life.

>>19416709
I dare you to save me/kill this thing!

>>19416687
KILL IT, KILL THE THING BEHIND ME.

>>19416687
I vote we turn around, flight and hiding is something fae think of as a game, courage is something they can't really comprehend. Also we have a frying pan and a cat. Whatever it is that's chasing us is fucked.

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"Sa-" you start to yell, but something hits you hard across the back, sending you sprawling across the dirt. You tumble head over heels for several meters, as Rodrick flings himself out of your grasp and bolts into the woods.
"Savemekillthemonsterkillitkillit!" you shout, flailing your skillet wildly.
There is a terrible sound and you are suddenly very wet. You peer out from behind your skillet cautiously, and see a lot of red glistening in the moonlight.
"Three turns each," Elle says from above you. You look up, and see her lounging on a tree branch, looking down at you with a strange smile you can't quite place. "That means playtime is over."

End Chapter 2
(for real this time)

>>19415682
Oh, you guys. That girl is on our side! She was so totally friendly! I mean, besides the sex. We played a game! That means something! She's a friend.

She gave us assistance climbing down from the tree. She may also have been the hide & seek fairie.

Besides, she returned what she stole, with extra 1 page.

Besides. We may be a Border-Walker, but she is still a fae - enough to be bound by their rules. Those three knocks on the door? That's her, trying to help us. We should let her in. Three is a powerful number, but between Even and Elle, that's their signal.

Even . . . Breathe deeply, Remember that you're at home now, rooted in the Real World. That means something here. This is your home. Where you have the power (except from your parents) Stand your ground, know your strength here. . . . Open the door. See what awaits you. Tell what is there that this is your house.

>>19416964
Hmm, this could be bad. We're no longer playing a game with rules with her. We could try challenging her to a new game, one we just made up. We'll call it "Explain what in the hell I am, why Fae are trying to kill me and why an evil clone of myself is around".

>>19416974

Fairies are almost never truely friends. Haven't you read ANY stories?

And three is a magical number in this sort of setting (any fantasy setting, really). The number likely has nothing to do with Elle specifically.

>>19417033
Yeah, I know, but Evan needs a friend.
Rodrick is his true friend, but he'll want a few more. Elle will be good for that. Even if she suddenly but inevitably betrays him, well, so much the better.

Yes, 3 is significant in all stories, but this is Evan's story. Everything will have meaning if he gives it meaning.

Silenus, as always, this was very pleasant. I got here late, but this is going nicely. Getting some strong Earthbound vibes, and a heartwarming sense of nostalgia.

For Chapter 3, if we are continuing our game with Elle, we should have her hide & seek to find Rodrick. We can't lose him yet.

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>>19417102

I want to tell you you're reading too much into this, but if you're enjoying yourself, go for it.

Thanks for reading, guys. Can I ask that you sage discussion posts for the remainder of the thread? I've been up on page 0 off and on for most of the day and I'm sure folks would like to have their page space back. Thanks.

Damn. Evan can't seem to catch a decent break. What will his parents think when they find him - and the burned-up trailer? What will the police think?

Something that I'm concerned about is that the action might have escalated too quickly. It might have been interesting to see Evan piece together the mystery, rather than have everything blow up in his face. Still, this is a very intriguing story. I'll try to catch future episodes as they happen. Great stuff, Silenus.

>>19417269
Hopefully, they won't think a thing. Evan was at his grandfather's house a half-hour drive away.

Police will think some hoodlums did it, or a random electrical fire. The trailer was a dump, and the parent's aren't exactly the epitome of diligent in their upkeep.

Actually. If they have some insurance, this might be a good thing (for the parents). Too bad about all of Evan's stuff though.

I would support heading to the fort in the next chapter. That's where A) plans are made, B) Supplies (and all Evan's remaining worldly possesions) are located, and C) Elle already has an invitation to there.

Consider if going from the Trailer's Yard to the Forest counts as crossing a boundary. Does Evan have active control of this power? Does it accidentally trigger? Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire, eh?

>>19417448
Elle's invitation had one-time-only and no-stealing-things conditions applied when we gave it to her. Seeing her reaction to it now could prove to be informative about whether or not we can attach conditional statements to invitations in the future.

So, was elle the fairy, or did elle move the fairy somehow?

She's obviously pretty powerful if she just bloodsploded that whatever-it-was with a thought. We might be worse off with her than we were with the prince. All he did was look menacing by a fire.

Also, even in the fairy world, the prince looked like normal, human Evan, with round ears. When Evan went all fae, he had horns and big pointy ears. If the prince is his brother, it seems like he would be more fae by now. Maybe he looks like everyone who looks at him?