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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Thu Sep 17, 2015 6:48 pm

    It was unsettling how the creepy man seemed to recognize him in turn. Logical, since they had seen each other in the foyer and all, but still rather creepy...The pimpled young man's gaze was fixed to the ghoulish man as he turned to face him. Large, clawed hands were dripping with blood and he turned his gaze away at the very sight, focusing instead on the voice. Distressing over their lives...? Eager to embrace the one true law? It was like the words of a madman! None of it made any sense to his ears, no matter how sweet the tone! "Y-you mean they wanted to die...? But they had plans, they had things they still wanted to do! I can't be happy about...this." He punctuated it with a gesture to their fallen forms, a shiver running down his spine at the sight still. Portal Breach may have been a place of disasters, but the amusement park was safe! He was supposed to be safe at work, and now...now there was this thing.

    "E-examples? No, no thank you. I don't...don't need any examples!" He raised his hands beseechingly. This wasn't fortunate at all! He stepped back again, even as the madman raved about showing him the error of his ways, wanting to make him intimate with true horror. The pimpled young man was about to break out into a run, only to be caught. In a mere blink of the eye, the haunting ghoul was upon him. He was grabbed by the face, grimacing as he felt the blood of his friends smearing across it. Still warm from their bodies, yet cooled by the supernaturally chill nature of Fear's hands. It brought him close, pulling him near the helm atop its head and reeking of death. Anxiety pooled within his chest, stomach gurgling and threatening to purge. The thing seemed to be looking him over, turning his face from side to side within its hands. All he could do was allow the action, grimacing and wincing with every turn and every new wave from its breath. "W-...what do you...-?" It spoke, though the words were unclear. The young man quivered within the large hands, gasping lightly as his heart began to pound hard within his own ears. Two wisps of light wafted out of the grinning helm, and dread filled the young man's very soul. It weight him down like an anchor, staring at the wisps and unable to look away, even as the dread continued. It circled them as the fearsome creature gave his commands, ordering them to enter vessels-new life came to the young man, both hands grasping at the wrists of Fear. "No, no! Please!" It was too late.

    The wisps entered their new bodies, filling the both of them up as though they were crawling inside a suit. There was a stirring in their eyes, now milky and shiny. Their gazes centered onto the young man, who gave a small whimper. No sign of Michael nor Sarah in those eyes. It may have been their bodies but these were not his coworkers. A deep groan sounded as both rose from the ground, heads lolling and hands curled as they bobbed in place. Teeth were bared, exposing gum and glaring at the young man. They gazes turned to Judge Fear, listening as he ordered them to feast. Another groan sounded, they would obey...the corpse formerly known as Sarah flicked out her tongue in a limp attempt to lick her teeth. A hiss, and they began to shuffle forward. The debris of the drywall only provided minimal delay, as they resigned themselves to merely drag their feet through the chunks of wall. Down the corridor they both went, entering out into the gory living room. The flash of the strobe light was hardly noticed, as the corpse that had been Michael lunged forward. His hands grasped the shoulders of a body covered in blood, bringing it close to his mouth--and spitting out a mouthful of stuffing. SSSS! He threw the body down onto the floor, the mannequin bouncing lightly, and he turned to the other corpse with an irritated hiss.

    Meanwhile, the only living person in the room held her breath stubbornly as she stared from the couch. She kept her gaze as blank as she could make it. She recognized these two, but something had gone wrong. This was surely no prank, not an interactive act for the house. Something happened and now she was in very real danger...

    The two corpses had found themselves to be in a dilemma, but a solution was found rather quickly. The two spread out throughout the room in a shamble. As they came across a body part, or another 'dead' body, they brought their hands down into a swift strike with their furled fingers. Rip! Riiiip! Fabric tore and plastic bent, every false person tossed roughly to the side as they made their way to the center of the room; the couch. Michael shambled to the front of the couch and crouched, staring at all three of the occupants there. One was missing an arm, the other two apparently disemboweled. He took a brief sniff, and grinned widely. He turned his gaze to the other agent of Fear, and nodded. Sarah brought down one furled hand upon the shoulder of one dummy. RIIIIIP! Stuffing fell from the wound and she shoved it forward, Michael barely able to avoid the falling mannequin. The hand came down again, RRRRRRRRIP. This time she tossed the body over her shoulder. Their gazes locked onto the last body, a hand raising, poised in the air--

    Suddenly, the woman bolted from the couch with a small cry, aiming for the hallway to the next room. "AAAHH!" She fell back down to the ground, turning to see what had snagged her ankle and finding Michael's smiling face looking back at her. His grip tightened on her ankle, roughly pulling her back to the couch. Her hands grasped at the wood floors, nails only managing to nick the wood. She kicked wildly. "NO, NO! NO PLEASE STOP!" His grip remained steady, and when she was close enough, Sarah loomed over her. "YOU CAN'T, YOU CAN'T, PLEASE!" The corpse of Sarah lowered her face down, giving an idle sniff at the woman's neck. It rose with every breath, vein in the side of her neck pulsating with every panicked beat of her heart. The teeth came down over the top of it, and blood filled the mouth of the corpse. The woman screamed, blood-curdling and terrified as the corpse continued to gnaw on her neck. The corpse of Michael brought his own teeth down upon the firm calf. He tore the muscles, teeth grinding and gnawing while the color drained form her face. The screaming stopped, blood pooling around them as she bled out from the wound to her neck. The two of them continued to eat her, chewing until they met bone and finding a new spot to bite...until someone came to investigate the screaming.

    "Hello...?" A woman in white appeared in the doorway, staring as her eyes took in the sight. It didn't look too out of place within the haunted house. The corpses' gaze lifted to stare up at her. "That's some pretty good acting...I thought someone was really being killed in here!" She smiled at the three of them. Michael and Sarah made for some convincing zombies and Chelsea had always been really good at pretending to be a dead body... The bodies lifted up from Chelsea's pale one, shambling over towards the woman in white who stared back at them in slight confusion. "You should probably get back into position for the next group..." Yet still they came, mouths caked crimson and staring at her with such blank eyes. The woman backed up, back hitting a wall. "W-where'd you get the contacts...? They look a lot cooler than our normal ones..." Their hands lurched forward, each one grabbing an arm and jerking her before the two of them. She stumbled down to her knees with a grunt, staring up at her friends. "I-I think you're getting a little too into character!" She scolded with a shaky voice. The only answer she received was a growl as their teeth came down upon her. Sarah's teeth grabbed her cheek and tore it, swallowing the flesh greedily as the woman screamed. Michael's teeth ripped through her dress to bite down upon her shoulder, gnawing stubbornly through the thick muscle. The woman screamed, and with every pull their hands dug deeper into the flesh of her arms, eventually tearing through that as well. As her white dressed steadily became scarlet, her screaming also lessened until the only sound in the room was the noise of chewing and slurping.


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Sat Sep 19, 2015 10:58 pm

    Sigh... and this is why - painfully so - that the Dark Judge hesitated on employing the use of shambling corpses to do his bidding. "Ssstupid creaturesss," he muttered to himself. They were nonetheless suitable for his current purposes, however, and the amount of dread they incited heavily outweighed their drawbacks. Oh what delicious screams...!

    From the worsening darkness emerged the entertainer and his guest; hardened fingernails, stained yellow by rot, forced the boy to witness the carnage unfold. Patience, patience... Masterpieces seldom reached their climax in the first act. Again the undead fiend softly whispered into the void, two more vapourous wisps coiling out from his helm. "Join your brethren," he demanded, "and assssisssst in the ensssuing massssacre. Let none recall thisss black day with joy... Let none look up to the sssky and feel hope." And so it was judicially decreed, the still-warm bodies of the two women wobbly rose and united with the gurgling husks of Sarah and Michael. Good, good... But it was still not enough, even as the Dark Judge moved across the bloodstained floor, his ravenous appetite pressed ever forward onto the room up ahead.

    The kitchen.

    A sinister command urged the undead throng to yet again gorge themselves upon the blood of the living - ah, but what's this? There was a man... A man whose act left him hidden within an oven prop, thinking himself immune to the law's thorough gaze. Such a pity that it was nothing more than a hastily thrown together mock-up, but a skilled artist could work with anything. Momentarily disinterested with the mundane living and his simple horde, Judge Fear silently glided toward his latest attraction. Grotesque fingernails lightly raked against cheap plastic, the air within the confines growing stale and bitter with cold.

    Knobs twisted of their own volition and a slight - ding! - chimed from the outside, an orange light glaring. Was it the man's imagination or was it becoming hot in here...?
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Tue Sep 22, 2015 2:20 am

    Zombies typically were pretty stupid...but the young man remained quiet in Judge Fear's grip. He lingered in the shadows, kept there by the Judge and forced to watch as his coworkers tore apart poor Chelsea. She had gotten so close...! The man's eyelids tensed against the nails, attempting to close. Attempting to keep those images out. Attempting to spare himself the sight of two of his friends tearing another apart. It was no use, and he couldn't even turn his head away. Her screams echoed within his skull and his eyes teared up. It only got worse as another employee came in. He was shocked into silence, staring blankly ahead as yet another young woman was overpowered, and the two began to eat at her flesh. Awful...horrible...a few tears streaked down his cheeks and the young man hiccuped lightly. Whispering...someone was...whispering...

    "Join your brethren,"

    A switch went off in Oliver's mind, and his face twisted. Gone was the blank shock, replaced by horror and anger as two more wispy lights were released, overtaking the murdered young woman just as they had before. "You MONSTER! YOU MONSTER! STOP IT! STOP THIS! STOP MAKING ME WATCH, I DON'T NEED ANYMORE EXAMPLES! THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU, THEY WERE INNOCENT!" He kicked his skinny legs wildly as the Judge moved across the room, screechy voice raising several octaves. Why didn't this thing just kill him already? Why was it making him watch?! Why him, of all people...?

    Into the kitchen they went, all four undeads entering the kitchen in search of more to feed on. The bodies of Chris and Sarah were still quite composed, mouths dripping with blood as they bared their teeth and peered around. Behind them came Chelsea and Hisako, whose bodies had been mutilated. Though the undeads already had a lurch as they walked, the wounds on Chelsea's calf caused her corpse to limp, dragging the leg behind her as if impatient and unwilling to struggle with actually walking with it. Hisako's arms dangled by her sides weakly, fingers furling and unfurling with every sluggish move. The wounds to their bodies had been chewed through to the bone, leaving gaping flesh and muscle to peer through to bite marks. They found two of the guests from the tour huddling in the corner. The sound of screaming had made them double back, and what they managed to see peeking through the doorway was awful. They were a pair of brothers, both in their teens. They were aliens of some kind, with dark red skin that looked smooth. They possessed two pairs of arms, and five eyeballs with slitted pupils. The older brother wrapped all of his arms around his brother protectively, glaring at the corpses who were lumbering towards the cornered duo. The younger cowered, burying his head into his brother's chest. With four in their number, it took no time at all for them to separate the brothers and descend upon them. They struggled, but in the end they fell as well. Yet, as soon as their bodies had gone still, life draining from their eyes, the new feasts for the undead had dissolved into code! The corpses growled, they had been deceived! Their hunger would go unsatisfied! So busy with the brothers, they had not noticed the man hiding in the oven.

    ...But Judge Fear did. The young man's rapid heart beat and tense breathes were hard to hide from a Judge of the law, his panicked thoughts perhaps like a beacon. Unlike the more brazen Hisako, the sound of screams did not lure Hector to check out what was happening. He merely pulled the oven door closed and shrank within the plastic box. He pulled his legs in out of the hole and pressed his knees tightly to his own chest. Arms wrapped around them, listening to the scuffles, the sound of something moving in the kitchen. There were a few gurgles, and hisses, and the sounds of course, of someone being killed right outside the plastic door. Nope nope nope! Hector was going to stay in here, where it was safe...chills went up the young man's spine at the sound of something suddenly scraping the door. His brown eyes stared at it, waiting to see if the door would be thrown open. The coldness in the box was excused away as merely being due to his own fear, heart pounding and pounding...! And, as the door remained shut, he sighed in relief. Though, was that a ding...?

    An orange light up the box, and Hector turned his head around curiously, the lightbulb set in the back of the oven had turned...on? B-but...but it was broken! Nobody had ever bothered to put a new bulb in and now it was working?! At the same time, the chill had been replaced by a smoldering heat. Sweat rolled down his back in beads,  and he wiped at his face with the back of his palm. What...what was happening?! The heat seemed to be gradually increasing, as it changed from mildly irritating to boiling. The box had become stuffy, the young man panting and whimpering as he curled up tightly. The whimper turned into a yelp as he pulled his hands away from his legs, staring down at his palms to see a blisters, and reddened skin. His hands shook, fearfully staring down at those blisters as his sweat seemed to boil as soon as it appeared on his skin. The man turned his face upwards and screamed, the blood in his veins felt like it were BOILING. He was baking inside the oven, more blisters and burns growing on his body, every nerve in his skin crying out loudly! He screamed again, hoarse this time. All of his thoughts turned to the pain, the excruciating heat that embalmed him. One thought fluttered by, reminding him of the hole in the floor, and he managed to pop a foot into the hole before he went jerked. By now his skin must have burned clean off, hair long gone, and his own eyelids were melting together. Agony, agony! Pure agony! Hector couldn't even get out a scream, the inside of his throat scatchy and burnt, every breath felt as if it moved over sandpaper. He merely rattled, before he died. His body, which had been tense from the pain, was now slack. It unfurled, the door of the oven opening with a loud CRACK as the very force of it broke the plastic hinges of the oven. His body spilled out of the oven with a heavy thud, though it didn't linger on the floor for long. Only long enough for Oliver, Judge Fear, and the undeads to see a body that seemed unharmed, no burns to be seen. The undeads lurched down upon the body, but their teeth only clamped down on 0s and 1s that easily slipped out of their mouth. The code trailed upwards, and disintegrated, much to the disappointment of the zombies.

    Throughout all of this, the group had moved onwards. They didn't seem to notice that two of their own had disappeared, as the two had slipped away in the dark of the dining room. It was dimly lit in the dining room, and the table held many mutilated bodies as the dishes to be served. A bowl of eyeballs and intestines, a human head with an apple shoved into its mouth. As they walked by, a man under the table would reach out with a hand and grab their legs as they walked by, even pulling on them as if trying to pull them under the table. The reactions had been more muted, even regarded as vaguely annoying as the constant screaming that sounded behind them was beginning to draw their attention more than the attraction itself. Even the scare actors were getting skittish, as the man was joined by another, dressed in black. He entered the dining room discreetly through the staff entrance and bent onto his hands and knees to crawl under the table. The guests crowded in the doorway to the next room, mumbling among themselves while the two men beneath the table spoke in hushed tones.

    "Yo, you think it's just some lady, overreacting? You think it's just the next group?" Jesse was quick to rationalize the screaming as being guests screaming at the attractions, though in all his years, he'd never heard guests scream out like that.

    "Shit, Jesse...I don't know. I...just...don't know." Brick smoothed his hair down with his palm, resting an elbow upon his knees. He didn't want to overreact, but...

    The brief pause in the tour had allowed Kev a moment to look among the members of their little group, and he noticed the absence of a certain 7 and a half foot tall corpse that wore leather and chains. Not someone you could easily lose track of. The alien huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as the dots connected. Terrified screaming, no Judge Fear... Someone was having some fun, and it had better involve frightening people, and not killing them. The Kryptonistanian turned his back to the dining table and marched his way through to the next room, waving a hand. "Come on everyone, let's find the exit and get out of here while we still can." Whatever Fear was doing, benefit of a doubt or not, Kev didn't like being ditched inside this haunted house. The sooner he and the rest of these people got out, the better.


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Mon Sep 28, 2015 4:33 pm

    "You MONSTER! YOU MONSTER! STOP IT! STOP THIS! STOP MAKING ME WATCH, I DON'T NEED ANYMORE EXAMPLES! THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU, THEY WERE INNOCENT!"

    Sigh, there was always that one critic.

    But the Dark Judge didn't let his single naysayer deter his passion for justice, nor his good spirits about the whole affair. Whatever for? Clearly the boy was simply that: an ignorant youth who had yet to embrace virtue. Hardened fingernails gradually began to dig into the supple flesh around Oliver's eyes. "Sss... innocent." He clucked whatever foul appendage posed as a tongue disapprovingly. "Ressst assssured, my friend, they were anything but - oh look! There are othersss of your iniquitoussss troupe, having returned to partake in the fessstivitiesss." Two... aliens, by the looks of it. Judge Fear idly began to wonder what colour they would bleed...

    Slorp!

    Gurk!

    MUNCH!


    But, alien or not, the creatures were no more impervious to judgement than humans. "Ah, sssuch isss the beauty of jussstice," the ghoul rasped, admiring their deaths. "Ssswift, unbiassssed, absssolute... Sssuch a pity about having to dissssolve into code. I would have liked to ssstudy their fearsss in their lassst, dying momentsss." A travesty, though Hector's performance certainly made up for it in spades. Oh, how he screamed and writhed, the sinner's flesh riddled with boils and pustules! In true macabre fashion, Judge Fear stooped in front of the oven window for a better look at his subject's demise. This was doubly true for Oliver, who had front row seats of the entire spectacle. "Look at him," he hissed, taking delight in watching Hector flail in his prop-turned-prison. "The boy believesss himssself to be boiling alive, though it isss clearly a trick of the mind. Tell me, friend... what do you sssee?" A cruel question, for the Dark Judge already knew the answer. Oliver saw what his friend had: the boils, the burns, and the bulging veins... He saw a man being cooked alive, screaming and thrashing for help. Silly, for Hector was already being assisted onto a more lawful state of existence.

    Hector popped out of the oven like a risen loaf, deceased, but he too warped into strings of cyan code. "Bah, thisss world conssspiresss againssst me ssso," rasped the fiend. He idly fanned the digits away and glanced toward the room's exit, perhaps... troubled. Now what in the world... Though he could not see through walls or solid objects, there was no mistaking the signs of life rapidly leaving his immediate field of vision; the group, or what remained of it. That could only mean one thing... and Judge Fear did not like this one thing. A murderous intent gleamed in his otherworldly eyes, different and made personal.

    "Ohh... sssometimesss that damn alien isss far more trouble than he'sss worth," he lowly growled.

    There wasn't much time and now the Dark Judge felt rushed. Art and quality be damned, he wanted to purge! With a curt snap of his skeletal fingers the ghoul bid his bloodied thralls ever forward, pointing at the door. "Foolisssh creaturesss! Do not jussst ssstand there asss if you are propsss - kill them!" And as for you, boy... The undead fiend scoured the kitchen with hastened steps, free hand opening and closing drawers roughly. He did not rest until he found the very thing he sought, and there it was... a black handle nestled comfortable in a block of wood - a knife, and a fairly large one at that. "You know, I've been thinking," he hissed, withdrawing the blade with a metallic slice. It was held threateningly close to Oliver's tear-ridden face, Judge Fear studying both of their reflections in its polished blade, even as he gently slid it down the boy's cheek. How tempting it was to slit his throat like a barnyard animal, but the ghoul had a need. "Perhapsss you aren't too enthusssed with being a mere onlooker... I cannot blame you, really. There'sss not much fun in merely obssserving from afar. Tell you what, friend... how about I elevate you to participant ssstatusss?" And before the boy could even object or stammer...

    Hrk! A searing icy pain raced through his body, the Dark Judge having slipped his fetid hand deep into Oliver's chest. "Ahh... it hurtsss for but a moment," he soothed. Do you feel it, boy? Do you feel the peaceful embrace take hold of you? If you answered 'no', that is because... it hadn't. Your fate was not to be death, but something far, far worse. A bitter sensation overcame Oliver's senses and he found his veins filling with ice, his breath as cold as any wintry day and the sensation in his limbs growing numb. Wicked thoughts continued to whisper in his sickly head... Thoughts that hounded at him to - no... oh please, no! Oh, but yes.

    The knife found its way into Oliver's hands and he couldn't let go of it no matter how hard he wanted to. No matter how hard he cried... His body now belonged to his tormentor. A pleased hissed escaped that awful iron helm, the boy's moral dilemma exquisite. "Mm... now you are beginning to look the part," Judge Fear rasped. It is time, dear Oliver...

    It is time... to kill.

    Never let it be said that Judge Fear did not appreciate tragic irony.
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Wed Sep 30, 2015 1:11 am

    A critic, was he? Oliver preferred the term 'sane human being', considering how this was the reaction one would have to this...this...awful behavior! The slaughtering of his coworkers, their messy deaths and reanimation as corpses! Only to be used as attack dogs on their patrons... If this gruesome thing had its way, the whole park would become a bloody horror show! But what was one pimply young man to do...? Nails dug into the supple skin around his eyes, the young man letting out a small yelp at the pain. The Judge began to deem his friend guilty, only to be distracted by the appearance of two of the patrons. The ghoul pointed them out and as before, Oliver was forced to watch as the two were separated and murdered. Sympathy for them ran high, and Oliver hoped that rest of the people had escaped...

    The deaths of the aliens had been rather messy, though thankfully none of the zombies were able to eat them as the bodies dissolved into code. Oliver let out a relieved sigh, watching the blue numbers float away even as the Judge expressed slight irritation. They would return. The same could not be said for Chelsea, Sarah, Chris and Hisako... The boy's face settled into a deep frown. "Lurking over top of someone's dead body isn't very respectful to their memory." He replied in a saucy tone, only to be cut off by the most awful screams he had ever heard! Oliver's gaze returned to the kitchen, confused. None of the zombies were tearing anyone apart... Still captive within Fear's claws, he was carried across the kitchen and held in front of the oven window where they could watch a man struggle within. Hector... Oliver's head again tensed, pushing at the claws to tear his gaze away. Boiling pustules and red, sizzling skin covered his friend, and the screams relayed all of the pain that came with it. Oliver clenched his teeth, the metal wires of his braces rubbing along the insides of his mouth from the force of his gritting. Tears ran down his face. "H-how is that a trick of the mind?! He's...he's cooking!" The young man struggled, messy blond hair flailing about as he tried to dig his elbows into the Judge's chest. "He's BAKING in there! It's a fake oven!" Why was Hector burning to death in a fake oven!? Made no sense... The door broke with a loud slam, and Hector's body came spilling out. Oliver turned his head away to the best of his ability, refusing to look upon the body of his dead friend. It did not linger for long, as the body disappeared into code as before. This time, the Judge seemed to express more irritation. Good. The world conspired against him for a reason, namely that this was wrong...

    "Ohh... sssometimesss that damn alien isss far more trouble than he'sss worth,"

    "Huh?" Oliver glanced back at the metal helm, confused. Where had that come from? Damn alien? Whoever or...whatever that was about, it really irked the gruesome man this time. With a harsh snap of the fingers, the Judge bid the zombies forward, jerking them out of whatever stupor had overcome them. With wide grinning mouths, they lurched and lumbered through the doorway. Of course, all four attempted to walk through it at once. A few harsh growls sounded, and Chris used his broad shoulders to shove Hisako to the side roughly. The female zombie stumbled into the counter, hair splaying wildly as she sneered at the other's back. The show of power caused Sarah and Chelsea to back off quick, each of their blank, white eyes staring at Chris while he lumbered through the doorway. One at a time, they followed, Hisako bringing up the rear. They had a dinner party to attend!

    As for Oliver...he was still an unwilling hostage for the tall Judge. He lumbered around the kitchen, searching through the drawers, but for what? "Thinking?" The giant green hand withdrew from a drawer, wielding a knife. A real knife too, rather then a prop. Oliver swallowed thickly, eyes trailed on the shiny surface as the knife was held ever so closely to his own skin. The sharp knife rubbed lightly down the side of his cheek. Oliver locked himself up, body tensing. One wrong move would lead to an injury with the knife so close... His mouth clamped shut, holding his breath as if that would stop the knife. The young man held his tongue, wanting to comment that he indeed did not like being an onlooker. If the Judge was going to finally kill him, why not do it already...? Wait...what? "P-p-?"

    HRK!

    Something icy penetrated his chest, feeling stiff and sharp. Unwelcome. Get it out. The young man threw his head back and screamed, pain branching out through his chest in thick, heavy stabs. It felt constricting, enveloping. Smothered, and he turned his head down, shaking, to see a hand had been stabbed within his chest. Not a knife...? "Hh...hhh...hhh..." He panted heavily, as the icy feeling spread. His very breath seemed chilly as it puffed out. His limbs became unfamiliar, blank spots in his mind. Attached to his body and yet...he could not feel them. His fingers twitched in odd intervals, as if trying to force himself to feel them. His body felt as though it was dying of hypothermia but his mind...it was alive. Dark thoughts, like a maelstrom. A need to kill, a want to kill. His hands practically craved it, as though murdering was water or food!

    Oliver's fingers curled around the knife as it was handed over, nails digging into the hard plastic of the handle. The thought of slashing throats open and spilling blood seemed so right. The knife was made for this... Slice that woman's pretty little neck, shove the camera down that tourist's throat...kill kill kill kill. Yet the man was alive within his own mind, able to sense the urge to kill that was so very foreign. It was not what he wanted...! But his attempts to urge his fingers to drop the knife were ignored. He seemingly could not command his own body, it was all so very...very numb. The young man's gaze was as icy as his body, a cool determination overtaking him as he held the knife close to his side. The man did not answer the Judge, as he had a mission to complete. Walking stiffly, he walked across the kitchen in a couple of strides. As he entered the dining room, he barely gave a passing glance to the table. The zombies had crowded around it now, effectively cornering the two young men beneath. At once, the Zombies lurched down underneath the table. Screaming sounded, and several pools of blood began to flow in small trickles from beneath the table. The wooden furniture rocked and scraped the wood floor from the force of four zombies fighting over the bodies of two men. If one were to peel back the tablecloth for a peek, they'd find a confusing ball of several intertwined bodies, each littered with bites and bleeding wounds. The legs of the living kicked violently, and there were several moments where a zombie had accidentally been bitten in lieu of a living person. They were stubborn, unwilling to stop even if one of the others began to eat at their body. Their focus was on the living men, and soon they had passed on as well. Imagine the disappointment, then, when the bodies faded into code. Such was the life of an agent of the Dark Judges.

    Their dilemma was ignored by Oliver, who continued on to the master bedroom, littered with cobwebs in the corners. A mutilated body lay in the bed, prone until suddenly being propelled into an upright position while a scream sounded from under the bed. A mere prop, attached to a metal arm. Oliver ignored at the mechanical thing, glancing around the room. Aha, two more people from the group...a pair of teenagers this time, a couple if the arm around the woman's waist was any indication. The young man, a pale teenager with a few stray pimples on his chin, a long nose and black hair with an emo fringe, gave a scoff as he lingered in the doorway on the other side of the room. "This place is a real bore, huh Tambry?" He gave a brief shake of the head, to move the bangs from his eyesight. Dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie with a bloody heart and a stitch in the center, the boy was definitely some flavor of emo or goth. His ears were pierced and he wore black eyeliner.

    The dark skinned young woman barely looked up from her phone, mouth turned into a deep frown. "Yeah. #TryingTooHard." Her clothes were more tame than her boyfriend's, a simple purple long sleeve with a white shirt underneath, a dark purple skirt, a pair of lighter purple leggings and combat boots. Her hair was dyed a dark purple, with a single strand of a lighter shade, and she seemed to be wearing the same shade of eyeliner as the other teen. Despite how miserable the two of them were in the haunted house, they seemed rather pleased to be beside each other, as she leaned into his side.

    The teenager grinned and pressed his cheek to her's. "Hey, how about when we get out of here, we go check out the Tunnel of Love..." Tambry glanced up from her phone with a grin, about to answer before she noticed something coming closer. Noticing that Tambry's attention had gone to something behind them, the young teen sneered and turned his head to face Oliver. "What do you want, dweeb-" The knife came fast, and hard. It pierced the young man's stomach and for extra agony, Oliver twisted and turned the knife within the wound. He hunched, grasping at himself and falling to his knees.

    "Robbie!" In her shock, the cellphone fell from her grasp and clattered to the floor. Oliver turned his gaze to her neck, and again the knife came fast and hard. Blood began to flow from the wound and both hands grasped at it, attempting to stop the flow of blood. She collapsed onto the ground next to her kneeling boyfriend, bleeding out and shaking. Robbie reached a shaky hand out to her, as if to comfort her. Their deaths were taking too long, and Oliver brought the knife down again and again and again until they both had become code. As steady as the strikes came, the knife slicing them bit by bit, the young man was forced to watch yet again. Though this time, he was also forced to take part. A prisoner in his own mind as his body killed two lovers, unable to scream for help or stop the madness. Oliver could only watch his own horrible deeds, terrified. Maybe this was all a dream... Nothing left for him in this room, Oliver's body stood up and made for the doorway that lead to the next area, entering the dark, elongated space. His pace was quick, stubborn...ah. There... Oliver could spy several bodies ahead, several crowded together in the long dark hallway lit up only by the red signs that read 'exit'. They were crowded and ready for slaughter like a bunch of sheep, trapped in a maze of a hallway. The exit door was some ways ahead, leaving Oliver enough time to grab the clothing of one person and snatch them close. As soon as he did, the knife coming down to stab the man's chest, the others backed up with a scream. They could only watch as the man was stabbed until he was obliterated into code. A young woman with orange hair was grabbed next, stabbed over and over until her pink tank top had turned dark red. Poof! Code again... Again he grabbed, snatching the wrist of a gray skinned alien and stabbed, white blood now joining the red.

    The others took off in a run, Kev leading the pack and followed by four others people. The man in a Hawaiian shirt brought up the rear, camera dangling around his neck as the man huffed and puffed. They had to get to the exit, and fast! As he ran, Kev couldn't help some confusion. He was sure that Fear was doing the killing, and here he had seen three people cut down at the hands of...the attendant from the beginning! It seemed completely out of character for the screechy voice kid. What was Fear up to...?


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Sat Oct 03, 2015 8:21 pm

    Oh, but it wasn't a dream, Oliver.

    You were killing these people, you were instrumental in their deaths. Through your eyes observed your master, and his will largely overwhelmed your own. Kill, kill, kill! Were these sadistic urges not as therapeutic for you as they were for him? Enjoy, boy, enjoy! You had the luxury of witnessing justice in motion, every twist of your knife bringing these iniquitous mortals one step closer unto salvation. You were renouncing them of their wicked ways! Delight in the warmth of their blood and revel in their frightened pleas. Four sinners fell to Oliver's bloody onslaught and the Dark Judge couldn't be more euphoric. It was always devilishly good fun to pervert a headstrong sinner into doing their virtuous bidding. Ah, but wait...

    Four letters repeatedly flashed within the ghoul's mind's eye, four letters that hounded his noble efforts. Exit... that wretched, detestable exit. And that fool of an alien was thinking to lead the immoral remainder to undeserved freedom! Such a repulsive thought elicited a growl. Not if he could do anything about it!

    Judge Fear lurched forth with an explosive burst of speed, the towering undead weaving throughout this gaudy attraction with astonishing ease. Why? It was rather simple, really. Dearest Oliver had his uses, such as bestowing the Dark Judge with a photographic memory of the establishment's layout. Service access, hidden doors, concealed panels; all became exposed to the helmeted ghoul as he slithered his way to prevent what that idealistic nitwit, Kev, sought to accomplish. Betrayal, ah! It pained the ghoul's lifeless heart so. He had honestly thought better of the alien, but it seemed that a sinner will always be plagued by temptation. It was perhaps destiny that this was bound to happen. Rounding the last and final corner, Judge Fear emerged from the shadows and firmly wedged his monstrous carcass of a host before the exit and Kev's little group. Let the sinners think themselves hopeful, for there shall be none fairly soon!

    "You will not impede jussstice'sss will," he hissed crossly, grotesque hands poised as if to strike. And if the sinners thought to backtrack and retrace their steps... let their eyes fall upon the bloodstained thralls cornering them ever closer toward the Dark Judge's insatiable appetite. "There isss nowhere to run, nowhere to hide..." Listen to his voice, sinners, and embrace despair. It was either be torn asunder by those behind, stabbed by the very lad who had guided you into this slaughterhouse, or... you choose him.

    Another low hiss, another attempt at corrupting the minds of those less courageous. "The crime isss life, the sssentence isss death. It isss time to die, sssinnersss." Now accept your fate and choose.
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Sun Oct 11, 2015 12:30 pm

    Down and down came the knife, tearing through flesh and spilling blood. As with the teenage couple, Oliver stabbed the three he had managed to grab with no signs of stopping. His face was almost blank, no sign of actual emotion in it even when the creature that was pulling the strings found such great satisfaction in the death of sinners. There was no sign of Oliver's true horror, the man a mere prisoner within his mind. These were patrons...people who came for a good time. An innocent scare. And now...their bodies disappeared into code, and that was probably the only relief that the young man could get. To know that the people he had killed would not stay dead. The same...could not be said for his coworkers... Oliver pulled himself into the farthest corner of his mind, still watching and unable to look. As the last body disappeared into code, his body turned to look at the people who had escaped. Oliver prayed to whoever may be listening, that these people could escape...

    The alien ran as fast as his legs could carry him, eyes fixed on the exit sign. Behind, he could hear the sound of footsteps, he was not alone here. Maybe at least one person could escape... Just when the door came closer, just a few strides away, something climbed out of the shadows and manifested in front of the door. There was no shock, no surprise upon seeing the Judge position himself between them and their exit, but as Kev skidded to a stop, his scales bristled all the same. "Fear. Confirmation. All of this murder, all of this chaos... Not even an hour into their first date and he was already killing people left and right! Ditched the alien within the haunted house and sneaked around in the corners to kill everyone! His hands curled into fists, staring Fear down with an intense look in his eyes. It did not help that when the Judge spoke, it was not the usual tease or kind yet firm tone Kev was used to. This was the Judge on a job. This was the Dark Judge. Kev's posture stiffened like an iron post, firm and seemingly unaware of anything that wasn't himself and the Judge.

    The other four people were trapped, and three of them had grabbed each other in their fear. A set of childhood friends, now teenagers and come for a visit to celebrate their friendship. The youngest, male, grabbed onto his female friend and sobbed into her shoulder, several murmurs and cries of not wanting to die. The young woman's eyes narrowed on the figures that were coming on their rear. Four zombies, limping and groaning with wicked grins. Perhaps they could outrun those, perhaps there was time...but the man with the knife wasn't bogged down by the same injuries as the thralls. Though he moved with no hurry, he moved with a purpose and his eyes locked onto the woman's in particular. She flinched, and the other young man, the oldest, wrapped an arm around her shoulders and whispered reassurances into her ear. Death didn't last forever, they'd be back... They turned to face the tall corpse, who deemed that their time was now. And with no weapons...who were they to disagree? What could they do...? They were trapped.

    Kev's eyes were centered and focused on Judge Fear, and the three teenagers were focused on each other, either dying together or protecting each other. This left the portly man with the camera and Hawaiian shirt, bringing up the rear and glancing between their possible exits anxiously. The zombies were still a decent few feet away but the kid...the kid was almost here! The man threw both hands in the air and backed up into the gaggle of teenagers in an attempt to avoid being murdered. Oliver raised his knife, just as he had before. The portly man was just waiting to be struck...! As the knife came down, the older man's legs seemed to collapse beneath him, the man falling into a curled ball down on the ground. The knife still came down, though, and struck the oldest teenager in the back.

    "GAH!" He yelled out, the other two parting from him in shock. The young woman gasped at the gash that had been ripped into his back, and the young man turned to face the other with fire in his eyes. "You son of a bitch!" Before Oliver could bring the knife down again, he received a punch to the face. The injured young man was more muscular than Oliver, and the force of his punch sent the pimpley man down onto the ground. The knife clattered to the ground, where it was swiftly grabbed up by the injured teen.

    "Are you okay?" The female teenager asked, giving his back a tentative glance over. The cut looked rather deep, it was perhaps adrenaline and anger that fueled her friend even as blood soaked into his shirt.

    "Not while we're stuck between that asshole, those zombies, and this...other zombie!" He gestured to Judge Fear with the brunt of his chin. Oliver was already picking himself up off of the ground, eyes narrowed upon the knife that had been stolen from him. The zombies were inching closer, and soon they would be cornered... The injured young man turned his gaze to the Dark Judge. "There's only one way out of here." And it was through that ugly son of a bitch. You wanted him to make a choice? Here was his choice! Raising the knife high, the young man pushed past Kev and charged at the tall figure that was the Judge. Using all of the weight in his tall and bulky frame, he pushed the Judge against the wall beside the exit door. "Screw you!" He growled.

    His friend gasped, and pulled the face of their younger companion against her chest to shield his eyes. "Please, you might just make it worse!" Her friend showed no sign of listening, and she turned her gaze away as well, cowering against the wall with her other friend. The two of them could accept their death, were this their time to die. Their friend, could not. He refused to accept it, and instead sought a way to prevent their deaths. Kev glanced up from where he'd caught himself against the wall, a brow raised. Fear couldn't be defeated by a simple knife...

    A large hand reaching for the vertical slits of Fear's helm. Digging his fingers into the grate, the young man flung the metal open to reveal Fear's face. He raised the knife, and for a moment Fear's face would reflect off of the shiny metal. The nightmarish vision within Fear's helm was fully revealed, and the young man's hand nearly stopped. Propelled by the momentum of his initial stab though, the knife pierced Fear's face in a single jab.

    The man's skin paled, color draining from his face as he took in the face beyond the helm. He did not know what he had expected, perhaps just a rotting zombie face, but this...in place of a face, he could only see several skittering insect legs sticking out of the metal helmet. A long and spindly spider leg, several feet resembling those of a centipede that were lined in a row. A mass of antennae twitched and the gaping maw of the ghoul's face was filled with pinchers and the pedipalps of a large spider. His grip on the knife slacked as the insectoid body parts brushed against the skin of his forearm and hand. There was no rhyme or reason to them, just a mess of legs and mouth parts, but it frightened him all the same. So many of those creepy, crawly bastards... He pulled his hand away, as if scalded, and trembling at the memory of the cold, hard limbs clattering and feeling at his hand. His heart began to pound like a drum, until it felt as if his heart was fighting to escape from behind his ribs. Harder and harder, hands reaching to grasp at his chest before the pressure was finally too late. His body dropped, crumpling onto the ground. It dissolved into ones and zeroes, floating towards the ceiling as numerous people had throughout this visit. The young man could only hope that he had made some sort of difference...


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Tue Oct 20, 2015 8:10 pm

    "Fear."

    Oh don't act so wounded, mate. What did you honestly think was going to happen?

    Judge Fear existed for this moment - craved this moment. Look upon those sinners, there, and smell the dread wafting from their bodies. It was intoxicating, wasn't it!? He could drink of their misfortune for hours... days... weeks, ahh! And then, of course, like a niggling aftertaste that was both unwanted and highly repulsive, there was Kev's bubbling indignation. It soured his entire appetite, frankly... What a daft little bugger! Had the alien forgotten just what, exactly, Judge Fear happily represented? He effortlessly ignored Kev's unnecessary emotions and resumed with the main course - the sinners. Oh yes... the ghoul was much looking forward to hearing their delectable screams.

    "Screw you!"

    Except, you know... if things got a pinch difficult.

    Unimpressed, the athletic teenager colliding into his rotten host hardly got a reaction out of the undead fiend. More solid than the average corpse and equally uncooperative, Judge Fear humoured the fool. He looked down upon the young man as if to sneer, "Oh? And ssshall I top or bottom?" Insufferable adolescents... The best time to purge these ruffians is right during the onset of puberty, never before. They all thought themselves hotshots, bah. Kev was right in thinking that a simple kitchen knife would do little in altering their fates, and yet... By the time Judge Fear latched his skeletal fingers around the idiot's neck, hardened fingernails stained yellow with rot piercing skin, he had realized his mistake all too late. There was still that knife in play, see... And knives worth their weight in usefulness, as any child can answer, were fashioned out of something highly... troubling.

    Metal, oh! Polished, reflective metal! Warm fingers hooked themselves into the vents accenting Judge Fear's iron helm and that, they say, was that. His visor came flying open and then the true misery began. Otherworldly eyes in that fateful split second caught something quite foul, quite hideous, quite... frightening. Hidden teeth furiously gnashed and the knuckles of his hands became a startling bone-white. There was naturally only one reaction he could muster, and that was with...

    A scream.

    Oh, how Judge Fear screamed, and he screamed, and he screamed! Nothing - nothing - mattered in that horrible moment in time. His terrified wails echoed throughout these bloodstained halls, echoed throughout the amusement park, and even echoed - echoed! - within the very gilded halls of Heaven itself. He was quite the little fraidy-cat, wasn't he? But there was something... something within the wicked confines of his iron helmet that frightened him so, and it frightened him to the point of outright abandoning his work. It was like fire had raced down his leather pants... as if a plethora of vengeful ants decided to fancy his rancid buttocks! Either way, it got the bloody ghoul bolting like lightning itself. And so, with fingernails deeply entrenched in the sides of his helm, his eternal jailer, Judge Fear ran. He shot right through the exit door like it was nothing more than a sheet of paper and just... ran. Even with a damn knife sticking out of his oozing face! Splinters of plywood and metal flew everywhere in his forceful retreat.

    And all the while, as he zigzagged away from this wretched place, spindly arms feebly covering his horrifying visage, the great and powerful Judge Fear continued to scream... and scream... and scream.
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Wed Oct 21, 2015 3:15 pm

    Judge Fear's facetious question had gone unanswered, though from the looks of the young man perhaps Fear would be the bottom. Not that the young man really cared, or even wanted. Not from this...this thing. This freak. There was only one thing he wanted and that was to kill this monster, save his friends! ...Oh, and uh...also the turtle thing and the guy with the camera. Them as well, probably. The young man was brave, his assault on the Judge fueled by courage...though the zombie didn't seem intimidated. A large hand wrapped around his thick neck, talons poised to slice through the muscles and pierce the veins and windpipe within. Still, his strike came down, and light glinted off of the metal of the knife. The young man would not kill Judge Fear today, oh no...but he had managed to spook him. That enough would carry the young man through to the Pool, to return to his friends with a proud grin and strong hugs.

    The two friends cowered together, the man with a camera was curled up on the ground, and Kev watched as the young man attacked with the knife. When Fear's helm was pulled open, he saw nothing inside. Kev moved forward for a moment, only to step back against the wall again and clasp both hands to the side of his head as an ungodly screaming began to fill the air! His eyes looked around frantically, to find the source. First, to the zombies, who all let out horrifying screeches until something dark seemed to flow out of them, each body crumpling to the floor. To Oliver, who was also covering his ears even though the face was still blank, and to the three people left from the group, all three letting out their own gasps and yowls as the screaming continued. Then that left...

    "Fear?" But why? Did the knife hurt that much? ...What if it was silver?! "Fear!" He called again, no longer betrayed and hurt, but worried. The alien stepped forward again, eyes trained on the Judge as he grasped the sides of his helm in agony, before the ghoul suddenly took off! Right through the exit door, he sped right through it and knocked the thing down upon the ground, hinges flying. Kev walked forward to peek after him, but was gently shoved and jostled by the movement of the other three occupants. They practically forced their way out the door all at once, the camera man running off towards the left while the young woman and her friend, both sobbing, ran in the direction of the main park exit. Sensing that there was still one more person in the room, Kev turned his head to find the young man who had greeted them all, only to track them down and murdered them.

    Oliver collapsed down onto his knees as awareness drifted back in. The influence of that...thing had disappeared, and he was now in control of his own body...but it had been too late, for five of the patrons. Too late for a lot of people. His arms quivered as he brought them up, eyeing the blood stained upon them. Crimson blood...grey blood... Murdered, by his hands... He wrapped the arms around his middle and let out a wail of his own, even if the Judge's drowned it out. Tears poured down his cheeks, and his mouth grimaced as he pushed himself back against the wall and shrank into himself. "I'm so sorry, I'M SO SORRY!" Whether he was screeching it at Kev or not, it seemed the young man was in no condition to be comforted. Kev only gave him a pitying look before he stepped out of the destroyed doorway. In no time, the last few employees would arrive, along with security. The hysterical Oliver was in no condition to explain what had happened. He could only mourn those who had died, and hope those he killed would forgive him...

    "Excuse me, have you seen a tall man in leather, wearing a metal helm, probably running through here screaming?"

    "Heard screaming, but didn't see anyone who looks like that..."

    "Hello, have you seen a man, 7 and a half feet tall, dressed in leather? Giant green hands with talons at the end?"

    "No, but if you see one, can you direct him my way? Sounds delish!"

    "Hey, have you seen someone come running and screaming through here like a chicken with its head cut off?"

    "Only every child here. That'll be 3 credits for the slushy."

    "Okay, thank you..." Kev let out a small sigh as he handed the credits over and grasped the cup of cold, multicolored slush in both hands. He turned and began to walk away, leaving the woman to take care of the next customer. You'd think a large undead ghoul running through the park screaming would draw more attention...seems that it had drawn some attention, but not enough for anyone to give him a direction that Fear had run off to. Maybe Fear had run all the way back to the cottage...? Hm...no. There'd be a Fear shaped hole in the fence if that was the case. Kev sighed, continuing on past the little food hut in his vain attempt to find his boyfriend. So far it was looking like their first date was going by just splendid, didn't it? Perhaps he could peek in on Fear through the bond...but in the shape he was in, that might not be such a good idea. Maybe-

    Kev's scales bristled as he walked by the dumpster, face turning with a slight crick of his neck joint. Call him crazy...but it sounded like someone was hiding in there... A slight noise of metal being scraped from the inside, a shaking from within. Shifting the cup to hold it in just one hand, Kev used his free one to lift the lid of the dumpster and stare down. Amongst the bags of garbage, the plastic cups and plates, discarded and bent straws and half eaten food, there lay a cowering man in leather. "Fear! Fear, are you alright?" The alien allowed the lid of the dumpster to rest upon his head, using it to keep it open as he moved to reach his arm down to him. "It's me, Kev. It's me Fear, I'm here." Why was he acting like this? Fear probably didn't even feel that knife, as he so often boasted! So why...? Why did he seem so...scared? Judge Fear was afraid and it seemed completely wrong. Kev's finger furled, beckoning for him to grab it so Kev could haul him out. "It's okay, Kikiri, I'm here now..."


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Tue Nov 03, 2015 6:32 pm

    Well... it roughly took about a solid year and some change, but it finally happened. It - it! The very one thing that Judge Fear feared (say that three times fast) the most - himself. What a rubbish trade, he thought! Judge Fire need only concern himself with overwhelming torrents of water or incredibly large fans; he certainly didn't have to worry about burning himself. Judge Mortis need only concern himself with powerful sanitation products and sterilization, maybe even a robust vaccine; he certainly didn't have to worry about rotting himself. Judge Death need only concern himself with... with... well, suppose his own fickle personality; he certainly didn't have to worry about any lasting bruises to his planet-sized ego. Those bloody sewer witches... Would it have been too much to ask for an ability that wasn't such a blatant Achilles' heel?

    He was frustrated. So very unbelievably frustrated.

    There cowered Judge Fear, one of four Dark Judges tasked with purging life of all crime; one of four Dark Judges with considerable otherworldly power; one of four Dark Judges responsible for sentencing billions. There he was, this eternal instrument of justice, currently banished to the lovely five-star confines of a foul-smelling dumpster, banging his worthless iron bucket of a helm repeatedly against the bin's reinforced side. Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

    "Ssstupid - !"

    Bang!

    "Insssufferable - !"

    Bang!

    "Ussselessss piece of - !"

    BANG!

    Alas, it just wasn't worth it to finish the sentence. A loud sigh escaped his rotten chest, the fiend pressing his helm's metal brow against the dumpster's. "Mm..." What's the use, he thought? Oh sure, sure... All the cosmic power a man could reasonably ask for, yet he was to be forever condemned - shackled - to an over-glorified paperweight? Who bloody came up with these vexing things? Well, whoever they were, they should be tied to a stake and burned to death. There was no need to name names. Another sigh, another tremble. He held out a skeletal hand and flexed it, noticing that his jitters were gradually subsiding. God, it was never fun to spook oneself in such a ghastly fashion... Felt like his missing heart had ruptured into a pulpy mess. Another ten minutes to recuperate and he ought to yet again be functional. Hopefully... that had been a rather nasty, unexpected scare. Until then, he'll just... soak in all this garbage juice and make himself comfortable amidst all these bulging plastic bags. No one will ever think to look in here, because -

    Fear! Fear, are you alright?"

    "..."

    Y'know, there were times were the ghoul just wanted to throttle that alien... this was quickly starting to become one of them. "Oi, Kev, go away," Judge Fear grumbled, not feeling particularly generous. Why should he!? That bloody goody two-shoes had gotten in his way - inexcusable! It might even be Kev's fault that yours truly had landed in this shameful mess. "I do not wisssh to go outssside, I do not wisssh to go anywhere. Kindly leave me alone to wallow in my misss - " And wouldn't you know it, Kev then decided to pry open the dumpster's lid. A fussy shriek was his reward.

    "Bloody hell, what issss your problem!? Can't you underssstand that a man wantsss hisss privacy!?" Cooing? Was Kev cooing at him like some frightened toddler? Now he became indignant, and leathery hands roughly forced the alien out of Judge Fear's hideaway of choice convenience. He even tossed a limp banana peel at Kev's stupid face for good measure.

    Slam!

    And that, as they say, was that.

    Except, you know, it wasn't. After about thirty seconds of silence and not wanting to step out to formally greet the alien, the dumpster lid sliiiightly creaked open. A pair of glowing, ethereal eyes peered out from the smelly darkness to better spy Kev. Well, not so much Kev as the colourful drink he was currently holding within his hands. A decision was being processed, a decision that evolved into a - "Hey, what flavour isss that?" An inquiry, and a rather shameless one, too... Well, Kev? Do you feel open to a bout of selfless diplomacy?
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Wed Nov 04, 2015 4:04 pm

    In hindsight, perhaps the shaking within the dumpster had actually been a banging noise...the two sounded similar in that dirty old thing, but either way it lead to evidence that somebody was hiding inside. That somebody was Judge Fear! Though...perhaps the voice of the Judge responding from within should have been his first clue... Either way, the alien was relieved to have finally found Fear, not to mention worried over the condition he may be in! The gangly Judge had ran off wailing, and was now cowering within garbage! Oh, Fear...his poor guypal-!

    "Oi, Kev, go away,"

    ...Haha. Well, Fear sounded a lot more...irritable than he had expected...particularly for someone who had been frightened enough to go running off into the park and dive headfirst into trash. Perhaps the irritation was due to embarrassment for causing such a scene, for becoming so frightened and running away like that! Kev would not be deterred, and so he lifted up the lid and continued to call out for Fear! Hoping to coax away whatever residue fear he had, and make him feel better-!

    "Bloody hell, what issss your problem!? Can't you underssstand that a man wantsss hisss privacy!?"

    Before you could say 'doghouse', two large and leathery hands shoved Kev away from the dumpster, the alien blinking as he caught himself. Both hands grasped the slushy now, keeping it steady as he stared back at the dumpster in confusion...just in time for a banana peel to fly into his face with a disgusting splat. The discarded fruit lingered on his scales for only a moment, but it was long enough for the taste of banana, garbage juice, and a bit of moldy rot to be absorbed by his scales. His temper spiked hard and fast, fingers reaching up to yank the peel off and toss it at the side of the building next to them. It landed with another gross splat, and eventually peeled off of the wall to land on the littered ground. "FINE! It isn't like we're on a DATE or anything!" The end of his shirt was pulled up, groaning and hissing to himself as he rubbed any residue from the banana away. He had just dropped the shirt back down when the lid of the dumpster opened with a creak. Glowing blue eyes peeked out at Kev, and the scaly alien stared back at them. Well?

    "..." What flavor? He wanted to know what flavor of slush Kev had?! The alien's large eyes glanced down at the drink before he looked back at Fear with a hard stare. "It's coca cola and blue raspberry, mixed together. Why? Do you want it?" Kev's tone wasn't entirely unkind, though he also wasn't pleased...


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Wed Nov 04, 2015 8:02 pm

    Oh no, there had been much shaking. And whimpering, and shivering, and... well, you get the gist of it, yes?

    In the hardy confines of his elegant dumpster, Judge Fear was rather besides himself with amusement. Consequences be damned, Kev with a rotten banana peel on his face was priceless! Hoarse snickering found itself muffled within the fiend's leathery palm. Wait, what's this about...? "Huh, we are on a date, aren't we?" Ahh... sweet, sweet revelation. If only it could have been a minute sooner. Always the considerate one, the Dark Judge thought less and less about their date and more and more about the slushie Kev so selfishly clung to. Spindly fingers drummed against the bin's side, grotesque and knobbly like a spider's segmented legs. "Coca-Cola and blue rasssberry..." he muttered softly. Was... Was there such a thing as blue raspberry? Blimey, he had always thought them... pinkish-red!

    Alas, that was something else to ponder for another time. Right now he was staring down a rather perturbed Kev, Judge Fear's rot-stained fingernails wanting nothing more than to sink into the alien's scales. Kinky, right? Another decision found itself in the tubes, the Dark Judge wondering whether or not he could get away with much else. Well, don't suppose it would terribly hurt... "I actually want to purge you," came a resonating answer, "but jussst a tassste of that would be quite nice. Go on, then. Ssslather sssome of that on your ssskin and make with the weird, alien absssorption."

    There was a pause.

    "Pleassse."

    See? He wasn't entirely uncouth. Now, are you going to share or not?
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Thu Nov 05, 2015 11:11 pm

    Hoarse, metallic snickering sounded from within the dumpster and the alien narrowed his eyes. Oh yes, hardee har har. Hilarious. The look only solidified at Fear's amazing revelation. "Yes, we are on a date. You were late, you ditched me in the haunted house to go murder people, you ran away and when I find you and try to help you out, you shove me away." Quite the date, huh? Not the worst...but definitely not the way he had envisioned it. There had been more...murder... Slushy still held firmly in hand, Kev crossed his arms and stared back at the Judge who peeked out of the dumpster and seemed quite enthralled by the idea of having some slushy. The long fingers drummed, talons rap-tap-tapping against the side. Looked like quite the Grouch when he peeked out like that. Kev nodded in the affirmative. "Yes, Coca-cola and blue raspberry." Kev had taken it for granted that blue raspberry was definitely a flavor. Why else would it be offered, right? Blue raspberry; it had to be real! The picture had a little blue berry on it...

    Do you know what else made a date just perfect? Openly telling your lover that you wanted to purge them. Thankfully, Kev was rather used to this behavior. The 'admission' earned the Judge a snort. There was an agreement in place, so no matter how much temptation may tickle the Judge's mental recesses, urging him to purge the scaly sinner named Kev, it was never going to happen. In this, Kev was safe. There was no danger. Rather than slurp the cold liquid down a throat that could not taste it, Fear asked if Kev could drink some of it instead. Piggyback off of Kev's senses to get a good taste of the stuff. Kev's gaze remained hard and steady...until Fear used the magic word.

    Please.

    "..." He sighed, glancing down at the slush. Well, he was going to consume this thing anyway, right? "Alright, Kikiri...because you said please." Kev held the cup to be level with his eyes, squinting as he maneuvered the long red straw. The end of the stray splayed out to create a makeshift spoon of sorts. Digging it into the very top of the slush, he filled it up with a nice dollop of the flavored ice, and lifted the spoon free of the little plastic top. Holding his forearm parallel to his chest, the alien dabbed the little straw delicately, and the slush fell onto his scales.

    Splorch!

    Immediately his body tensed at the sudden sensation of cold, numbing for a moment as the liquid seeped into his scales. Kev waved his arm about, causing the ice to slide up and down his arms in a slick manner to coat the top of his forearm in the fluid, distributing it enough that the cold did not bother him. Through him, Fear would taste the sweet fruity taste of 'blue raspberry', which was of course just an artificial raspberry flavor. The Coca-cola was more tame, perhaps sugary and definitely tasted of the thick syrup of soda. It was cool, yet refreshing in its cold nature. The ice melted quickly enough, and the spot of initial numbness died down. As long as Kev didn't cover his whole body in the stuff, he wasn't about to die from a little slushy. He glanced back up, staring at the trash. "How's that? You want some more?"


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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Fear on Mon Nov 09, 2015 8:31 pm

    "Yes, we are on a date. You were late, you ditched me in the haunted house to go murder people, you ran away and when I find you and try to help you out, you shove me away."

    Oops... guilty as charged.

    Judge Fear knew better than to push the envelope further. "Well..." he began, fingers strumming, "to be fair, Kev, I'm a fellow who isss eternally on the clock. It'sss quite challenging to sssuddenly ssshift gearsss and not purge the iniquitousss." Old habits die hard, y'know? But the undead fiend had a funny feeling, just a little one, that Kev wouldn't take the above for an answer. Sigh... "Oh alright, ssso I got a bit overzealoussss back there. And I didn't bloody ditch you, either. I wasss in there the entire time, picking up the rear and... er..." Quickly! Romanticize his just profession in flowery terms so the alien doesn't get further irate! "Er... delivering the sssinful onto a more lawfully-acceptable, righteoussss path. Yesss, that. I wassss doing that." Perfect. He would pat himself on the bony back for a job well done. Ethereal eyes carefully observed as Kev began digging up a bit of his frosty treat.

    "Asss for the ssshoving, I wasss under extreme duressssss. You know what it'sss like to ssspook yourssself to death, Kev?" Well, do you? Judge Fear gave a tinny snort. "It'sss not fun, I can tell you that. Humiliating, isss what it isss... I, Judge Fear, rendered ussssselesssss all becausssse I sssaw my damn reflection. That'd be like you being allergic to sssunlight!" Not very uplifting, right? "I wasss like a cornered ani - ah, ah, ow!"

    Brain freeze.

    He grimaced and disappeared into the gloomy confines of his refuge, teeth clenching. "No! No more, I beg of you! It'sss absssolutely abhorrent!" Coca-Cola and blue rasperry!? Whoever made the flavours mix and started the trend ought to be drawn and quartered!
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    Re: Roller Coaster Of Love

    Post by Kev on Wed Nov 11, 2015 7:48 pm

    Like a spider with its legs perched, the Judge drummed his fingers. In a neat little row, they drummed, and Kev crossed his arms as he heard the corpse out. Eternally on the clock, was it? Hard to change, even for a day? "You refrain from purging people all the time in the Sanctuary. Granted, you don't have any other choice...but you also resisted purging anyone in order to train me for three months." Fear had the power to resist his Judgely profession, to resist killing the sinners...! Perhaps just not the drive...not the right motivation. The alien sighed, anger cooling off and settling into...disappointment. He turned his gaze away from the Judge as he continued to explain himself. "You left me behind without saying anything so you could kill a bunch of people...did you think I wouldn't notice?" Kev wasn't exactly blind... At least Fear had admitted to being overzealous.

    While Kev uncrossed his arms, beginning to fish out the cold icy beverage for Fear, the Judge had one more explanation up his sleeve. Granted...Fear wasn't exactly wrong...the ghoul had seen his own face and gotten the fright of his life, perhaps genuinely and legitimately scared for the first time in years. Fear, shame, annoyance, irritation... All feelings that Judge Fear had to be feeling after spooping himself half to death. Kev considered his words in quiet, before he jolted and stared at Fear when the Judge began to whoop and yell like a crazed lunatic! Ah, right. Cold, brain freeze--

    ...And he didn't like the flavor? Like a retreating Jack in the box, Fear pulled back into the dumpster, lid closing over top of him once again as he begged the alien to stop drinking the slushy. Kev eyed the straw in his hand before lightly rubbing whatever remained of the slushy with the brunt side of his palm. "Alright, alright..." There, fully absorbed and hopefully no residue taste. Better write that down for future reference... Kev stepped forward and leaned himself against the dumpster, peering down at it as if he could see through the walls and straight through to the irate Judge. "Want me to go get you a different one? The stand is close-by, I could easily get you a flavor you like."

    He let the offer hang in the air for a moment before he shifted to lean his back against the dumpster, heels digging into the ground of the alley to keep himself propped up. "I know you didn't mean to shove me...you were just scared. Embarrassed. And maybe I talked down to you...I was just trying to calm you down. I was worried about you, Fear. I couldn't find you anywhere." He turned the cup around in his hand lightly, the rapidly melting slush inside sliding around with every tilt. "And I know this is hard...you've been patient for me, so I should be patient with you too. I just...wanted to have a really good time here with you, and so far...it isn't exactly going our way, is it?"


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