>>247398
As you descend the stairs, you see the creature that is evidently Serena waiting for you. She has mottled, greenish-blue skin that glistens like a frog's. Her mouth is a bit wide, and her eyes are completely black. Instead of ears, she has spiny fins. Her tangled, wet, black hair reaches her waist. In her webbed hands, she holds a laminated sheet of paper and a large water bottle. She quickly notices you.

"Hey new guy!" she says in a wet, warbled voice. "I'm Serena. They usually send me out to run errands and stuff."

"I'm, uh, Stanley, I think. Nice to meet you."

You both start to walk outside. After closing the door, Serena puts her pinkies in her mouth and whistles loudly. The car from your first day of this nightmare comes barreling toward you. While you jump back 5 feet, Serena doesn't flinch as it stops just before it hitting her, and she begins to pet and stroke it

"You got here so fast! You're such a good boy, yes you are! Now, can you take us to town boy?" Serena says in a patronizing voice.

The car honks in response, and the back doors open. You both step inside, and the doors shut immediately.

"Sorry about the car almost hitting you. Fido can get a little excited sometimes."

"You mean the car?" You reply, confused.

"Yea. It was the Mistress's dog, until he got hit by a car. She's really into the whole 'object possessed by spirit' thing. So, uh, I know it must be weird being a demon and all now. I'm not good at starting conversations, so if you have any questions, please ask them.

What do you ask?
>"What are we getting?"
>"How long have you worked here?"
>"Will the dog know how to get there?"
>"Have you seen any eyes just lying around?"
>Write in

>>247585
>"What are we getting?"
>"Where are we going?"

>>247585
>"What are we getting?"
>"Will the dog know how to get there?"
>"Where are we going?"

>>247715
>>247724
"Where are we going anyway?" you ask, slightly worried.

"Just into to town. Were going to pick up some food and.... other things." Serena says.

"If Fido is a dog, then how does it know were to go?"

"Don't worry, he's very well trained. Also, don't be anxious about your appearance. Something in Annabelle's thread disguises the forms of people like us. I'm not quite sure how it works, but it does, so make sure you don't take of your clothes."

"I wasn't planning on it." You say as you look out the window. It's weird; the last time you were driving through here, you were unconscious. After a few hours, the landscape becomes familiar, and you find yourself at a Farmer's Market. Exiting the car with Serena, you glance at all the people as she looks down at the list of food.

"Alrightie, we need 4 cartons of milk, 3 bags of flour, 5 baby chicks, carrot, parsley, pumpkin, and watermelon seeds, two bottles of cooking oil, and a bag of oranges. You handle getting the chicks and milk, I'll take care of everything else. Got it?"

"Got it." You say as you start to walk toward what smells like poultry. As you traverse crowd of people, you can't help but feel more than a little uncomfortable. It's kinda like being the only white tourist in a foreign country. You see a pen where a bunch of chicks run around mindlessly on a floor of sawdust. When you get closer, the all start chirping and retreating to the other side of the pen. You guess the disguise doesn't work on animals. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your shoulder.
(cont.)

>>248492
"They sure don't like you, do they pardner?" someone with a thick southern accent says behind you. Before you turn to see the man, you feel something else; the cold barrel of a gun pressed on your back. "Ya feel that? That's a Smith & Wesson double-action .45 ACP compact pistol, loaded with silver bullets. If you don't want your blood splattered all over this market, I suggest you follow me."

What do you do?
>"Fine"
>"Who the hell are you and what do you want?"
>"What ever you say, sheriff"
>Attack him with your claws
>Attack him with your tail
>Run for it
>Write in

>>248550
>"Fine"
>I would ask what fresh hell is this, but after all the crap that's happened to me lately, I'm sure it will get worse all too quickly.

>>248550
>"Why silver?"
If we are to follow him, he needs to turn his back to us. Attack him then.

We could also play this cool. Just ignore him, he probably won’t start shooting in public, especially if our form is concealed.

>>248550
"Fine"
Just to know what he wants. Then...

>>248550
"Look, if you're after the Vampire bitch, I'm literally the worst person you could confront. I'm not loyal to her, but I know literally nothing about her so I wouldn't be able to help you even if I wanted to. So, pull the trigger or walk away, I don't give a shit."

>>248605
>>249792
>>251016
>>253480

"Fine." You saw hatefully under your breath. The man keeps his right arm on you shoulder, and you notice he isn't doing anything with his left. The gun itself is being held by a strange, spindly arm poking out from a him in his shirt. The man himself is wearing patrolman glasses, a ten gallon hat, brown leather jacket, boots, jeans, and even a goddamned giant belt buckle with the image of a rose. These guys just keep getting more stereotypical, you think to yourself. He guides you to an empty alleyway two blocks from the market and turns a corner. He instantly shoves you aginst a rough brick wall.

"Alrightie demon, yer gonna tell me what the hell happend to my friend, and then yer gonna enlighten me on how to get into yer masters property." He says, pressing you harder against the wall. His third arm is still holding a gun to your chest.

"Listen man," you say with a bit of strain "I'm new to this shit, alright? I don't even fucking know why I should be scared that you're using silver bullets. I not loyal to that bloodsucking bitch, but I don't have any info to tell you even if I wanted to, okay?"

The cowboy mulls over your words for a second, and then the stomach-arm aims down and shoots you in the foot. The impact hurts. The feeling of a lump of metal burning your flesh hurts even more. A lot more. He lets go of you to let you writhe on the ground in pain, and takes a few steps back.

"That's why you should be afraid of silver, hellspawn. Now, I'm gonna get a bit more specific with my questions, since you seem to be a bit reluctant when it comes to informin me. Are we clear?" He says as he squats down to look at you

What do you do?
>"Crystal."
>"Fuck you!"
>"I told you, I don't know shit!"
>Attack him with claws
>Attack him with tail
>Run for it
>Call for help
>Whistle for Fido
>Write in

Also, I don't know if this will show up as a different ID due to the fact I made this post on my phone. It is me though.

>>254028
>"I told you, I don't know shit!"
>More on the lines of "I was literally injected with demon blood a few days ago"

>>254028
>>"I told you, I don't know shit!"
>I literally woke up yesterday after getting injected with demon blood. Hell I don't even know the names everyone at that fucking hellhole beyond a few people, much les anything else."
While we're talking to him snake our tail around to
>Attack him with tail
via surprise.

>>254254
>>254262
Roll 1d20, then a 1d6

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>254529

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>254529

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>254529

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>254529
Please tell me you don't take critical failures.

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>254529

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>254529

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>254529

>>254536
>>254552
>>254553
>>254558
>>254574
>>254878
>>254881
Well... since I didn't explain my method of counting roles beforehand, I suppose we will just have to go with the 14 and the 4. In the future, I will count the highest of the first three roles, unless one is a critical fail

>>254878
>>254558
13 + 1 = 14; Success, bite on calf
4; Venom effect: pain and swelling

"Fucking shit!" you say, curled in pain, grasping your bleeding foot. "Listen man, I literally woke up yesterday after getting injected with demon blood. Hell, I don't even know the names everyone in that fucking hellhole beyond a few people, much less anything else." You say through clenched teeth. He doesn't notice you position yourself so your tail is within striking distance. You still haven't quite gotten the hang of controlling it, and you pray that this will work.

"I'll see about that. First, do you kn-" Before he can finish his sentence, your tail whips out and sinks it's fangs into his right calf. Before he can react, your already up and on your feet. "Son of a bitch! Fine, if you won't be a good little boy, we'll do things your way."

The gun in his third arm raises to fire at you.

What will you do next?
>Lung at him and attack
>Try to disarm him
>Run away
>Write in

aero >Try to disarm him

>>255221
>Run away
>>255261
That as a mistype
Just type what you typed w/o the aero part like
>Try to disarm him

>>255221
>>Try to disarm him
well want to shoot him with his own gun

>>255274
>>255261
>>255288
Roll 2d20

>>255308

Rolled 9, 12 = 21 (2d20)

>>255308

Rolled 17, 14 = 31 (2d20)

>>255321
No wait shit

Rolled 8, 12 = 20 (2d20)

>>255308

>>255326
17 + 1 = 18; Successfully avoided getting shot
14 + 1 = 15; Successfully manage to get gun

You run in, strafing to the left to narrowly dodge a bullet as it whizzes past. Before the cowboy can react, you jab a nail into his strange third hand and grab the gun. He clutches it and looks up at you. From this angle, you can see over the top of his sunglasses that his eyes are unevenly sized and extremely bloodshot. Something under his button-up shits starts to writhe.
You are now holding the gun at him, and breathing heavily.

What do you do?
>"Why did you come after me?
>"Who are you?"
>"Who are you working for?"
>Shoot him in the head
>Shoot him in the foot
>Write in

>>255399
>shoot his foot, or around that area,whatever works
I really dont trust him to not attack when talking

>>255399
>Shoot him in the foot
>"Why did you come after me?
>"Who are you?"
>"Who are you working for?"
>"I have had a VERY bad week, since I got turned into a demon thing, you really do want me to give you more reason to hurt you."

>>255399
>>Shoot him in the knee
>>"Why did you come after me?"
>>"Who are you working for?"

>>255432
>>255413
>>255406
You shoot the bastard in the leg, making sure it's where your tail bit him. He yelps in pain, and it's obvious that the silver hurts him just as much as it hurt you. Whatever it under his shirt is writhing with a greater intensity now.

"Alright bastard, if you don't want me to unload some silver into your fucking skull, you're gonna give me some answers. Who the fuck are you, who are you working for, and why did you come after me? You better answer fast, because I have had one hell of a bad fucking week and I'm ready to let out some goddamn stress." you say, riding a wave of adrenaline.

"I work for one of your boss's rivals. I was told to come and kill the bitch that lives over in that mansion. I ain't givin' you any more than that." he says, glowering at you.

Suddenly, the writhing in his chest reaches it's peak before it burst open, revealing the gruesome scene beneath. His whole torso is a mishmash of mouths, eyes, and other parts. One large mouth lies like a frothing gash across his chest, with yellow teeth jagged like broken glass. He stands up, and starts to come at you, all of his mouths snarling.

What do you do?
>Shoot him (where)
>Dodge to the side
>Fly out of the way
>Write in

>>256185
>Shoot him (where)

Head

>>256185
>>Dodge to the side
then
>Shoot him (where
Center mass
"Oh COME ON! This is bullshit."

>>256185
>Dodge to the side
>Shoot him (where)

Chest, I wouldn't imagine we're so good with a gun as to pull off a head shot on short notice

>>256185
Yeah, shoot him aiming for center of mass, if he's some sort of abomination better to just get the silver in him rather than aiming for something fancy.

>>256195
>>256214
>>256256
Roll 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>256270

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>256270

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>256270

>>256271
15 + 1 = Success

You quickly dodge out of the way, surprised at your own agility. Avery moves fast for a man-thing with a seriously wounded leg, and you manage to get at a good enough angle to shoot him in his center mass. He howls in pain. His whole body is becomes more awkward and contorted as he starts to lunge at you again, this time with much more ferocity, but he is definitely starting to slow down.

What do you do?
>Dodge again
>Try to disable him
>Unload the clip into him
>Write in

>>256330
>>Try to disable him
shoot the other leg if we have ammo, tail bite if not.

>>256330
>>Try to disable him
Shoot limbs and bite them

>>256345
>>256372
Roll 1d20+1

Rolled 12 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>256396

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>256396

>>256401
13 = moderate Success

You dodge again, with much more ease than before. This time, you shoot at his legs in an attempt to disable him. Aiming down, you fire at both his kneecaps, and while you miss one, the other is shattered and whatever this thing is falls over on the ground, still trying to drag its way over to you, a slimy trial of pus, drool, and blood being left behind him. Now that he's pretty much out of commission, you think about what you could do next. While you can't just wait for Serena to come and find you, you certainly can leave Avery in the state he's in. You remember Fido. Sticking two fingers into your mouth, and whistling as hard as you can, you hear the car approach the entrance of the alleyway. You run to greet it, and hope that it will understand you.

"Hey boy! I need you to go get Serena for me. And try not to hit anyone on the way, alright?"

Fido honks twice before driving away, his back windshield wiper wagging excitedly. It's only until you reach Avery's clawing body your realize how goddamn weird that was. Were you actually starting to get used to this shit? After a few minutes of waiting with the Thing, who managed to gargle out a few curses, you here the sound of a car door opening and footsteps running toward you.

"Holy Shit! I tell you to go get some small yellow birds and I find you in the alleyway, bleeding profusely from one foot, with a dead.... whatever that thing is? What happened?" Serena says with a mixture of frustration and worry.

"This asshole jumped me when I was getting the chicks." You take deep breath, the adrenaline wearing off and the pain returning to your foot. "He led me out here, and tried to get some info out of me about Beatrice. I managed to get his gun, and, well, I'll tell you the rest later. Now do you have any bandages in the car or something?"
(cont.)

>>256546
"Yea, I got you." Serena bends over, and before you can react, spits directly into your wound. It burns even worse than the silver, and the wound starts to fizz violently. Slowly, the bullet is forced out, and you can feel the opening sealing up. She looks up at you. "Does that feel alright? I've never done that on a demon before."

"Yea, it feels a much better. Thanks." You say as you stand up. "What should we do now?"

Serena thinks for a moment. "I gotta bag in the car, and I'll call someone else to come down and finish up the errands."

You nod, understanding what to do. With some effort, you both manage to stuff Avery int the large burlap sack, and throw him in the trunk. Fido drives off back toward the Manor.
I'll finish the rest tomorrow, I have to go to sleep for now.

>>256650
Peaceful sleeps, QM.

>>256650
G'night YOB.

>>256650
For now, post any questions you have for Serena.

>>256650
Any idea what this guy is? Why does silver hurt like a bitch? What did you do to me? No offense intended but what are you? Not exactly great with supernatural lore.