acherontiastyx: down to murder kids (i'm always dtmk)
ya boy, guzma ([personal profile] acherontiastyx) wrote in [community profile] trusthell2017-01-25 08:35 pm

SHRIEKING SKULLS WILL SHOCK YOUR SOUL AND SEAL YOUR DOOM TONIGHT

[After 10:00 p.m., the library's... definitely a little different. The tables have lit candles on them, and there are... kind of janky cardboard cutouts set on some of the shelves. An attempt was made, at least, even if there could've been more boxes destroyed in the attempt...

But regardless. There's candles set around a place for some snacks if anyone wants to bring them, and there's also a blanket set on one of the tables. Because clearly, that's where the storyteller's supposed to sit...? Maybe you wanna do it. Maybe you just want to stand or sit or something.

Either way, let's get fucking spooky up in here.]
elepe: (LAUGH ❇ Dermatologist hate me!)

[personal profile] elepe 2017-01-26 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh-ho.]

Ah, allow me to tell you the story of a darling native of Alola--many years ago, there were rather charming toys made for a Pokemon known as Pikachu. It was a very popular toy, but like all trends, it eventually fell out of favor--and so, many of those toys went to waste in the garbage.

However, along came a tiny Pokemon known as Mimikyu, which used the skin of that toy in order to make itself appear as the beloved Pikachu. It envied Pikachu so much, that it wished to emulate it in every which way!

However...legend has it that this is for good reason. For you see, there is a legend of a man who wished to see what was under the cloak. In doing so, he was terrorized so badly by what he saw that he died from the shock!

[And she'll blow out a candle too.]
Edited 2017-01-26 05:50 (UTC)
uncouthhatcher: (now we're gettin somewhere)

[personal profile] uncouthhatcher 2017-01-26 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Well, shit, Alola's a creepy as hell region, ain't it?

[... Mimikyu sounds like it needs a friend, and Gold wants to be its friend.]

There's Pokémon in Johto called Houndoom -- on top of bein' the heads of packs, their fire burns so hot the pain'll never go away no matter how much you try and soothe it! People used to think their howls were the call of the grim reaper, and meetin' one in the middle of the night's bad luck.

For good reason too-- them and their pre-evolution, called Houndour?

[Heh.]

Once they've got you in their sights, you really will be on your way to meetin' the grim reaper, all twenty glowin' eyes trackin' your every move from the dark.

[And out goes a candle.]
Edited 2017-01-26 05:59 (UTC)