Gjenganger Danger had been playing with her cousin Dramatis all day, and she wasn't about to let their horrible game of "Macbeth" go on any longer. She didn't mind being the witches and she didn't mind being Macduff, but it was indescribably boring to be Duncan, lying there while Dramatis rubbed her hooves together and said something about spots. She had the sneaking suspicion Dramatis liked this game so much because it allowed her to say the word "damn" without any impunity. She'd been looking forward to this camping trip for... solid hours now, ever since she'd heard one of the neighbor kids squalling about it, and when Dramatis suggested they switch things up and start playing "Henry IV Part I"... well, that was just too much. Huffing and puffing, she practically dragged the little flutter to the woods. "Are we too late?" she asked, having followed the sound of chatter and the scent of smoke into the woods. "TELL me we're not too late! Me and Dramatis here- that's Dramatis, she's my cousin-" she said, angling a hoof at the pale pink flutter- "we ran to get here. Well, mostly I ran. She kinda just fluttered and screamed. I guess she was really excited? I know I am!" Gjen's grin gleamed as she looked around the circle. "I'm Gjenganger Danger, but you can just call me Gjen. It's shorter!"
Dramatis Personae was furious. It'd been enough that her cousin was running roughshod through the woods, but to drag her like that? There was no need to sprint. It was an overnight camping trip, it's not like it was going to finish when the sun set! Snorting at her overdramatic cousin's inappropriate wailing, she looked around the circle for a familiar face. Oh! There was one! She waved a delicate hoof at Gjen's sister, Penny. "Penny darling!" she cooed. "I'm coming to sit by you!"
The girls' noisy crash through the woods had attracted another as well. Kaiju Blue was mostly an oceanic defender, but he'd been investigating sightings of a transient monster in a creek. It had turned out to be some sticks with moss growing on them, but you couldn't be too careful. However, when he'd heard the shrieks, he'd come running, his jelly companion trailing behind him. Skidding to a halt at the sight of the fire- and oh thank heavens, a responsible adult- he quickly realized that there was no inherent danger at the scene. He looked around, assessing the rest of the situation. Fire, yes, but controlled. Marshmallows. Tents. Aquarius. Aquarius! He remembered the little twinkle-eye from the time they found their metaphorical Lady of Shalott asleep in the pond. He waved at him hoping to attract his attention. "What's going on?" he asked. "I heard noises and came over this way." He glanced around, slowly beginning to feel awkward. "Did... did I accidentally crash a party?"
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"Me too," Aquarius agreed, nodding."I'm really looking forward to when the stars come out when it gets darker!" He thought here, far away from the city lights, they would be better to look at. More clear and bright, and sparkling overhead. He looked down at his roasted marshmallows and took a bite when Nimbus mentioned it. "Th-They're really good. Soft and squishy and sweet...!" He looked away, as more foals arrived - including two noisy cousins (who were related to some other kids at the party it seemed) and someone else he recognized!
"Ah, Kaiju Blue! Don't worry, it's not a private party... A bunch of us just wanted to go camping so we all set up here," Aquarius explained to him, and waved Kaiju to come sit by him. He remembered how cool Kaiju was when they were helping out the sleeping mare. "Why don't you sit with us?" he offered, hoping Nimbus didn't mind... they looked like they would get along too!
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"Oh my god, you sound super smart! And you're welcome! Do you like, read a lot of books?" Lavender said, intrigued. She never met anyone who talked like that before! "I read a lot too, but it's like, cookbooks and stuff about flowers," she added, rolling her eyes and smiling.
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"Oh, good; if you all don't mind, I'd love to stay. Can I have a marshmallow? I hate to impose, but I've been searching for creek monsters all evening and that's famishing work!" He squeezed in by Aquarius and the other foal who was with him; a friendly-looking fella with hooves as red as Kaiju's were blue. "We haven't met yet," he said to the other pegasus, "but anybody who's friends with as stalwart a foal as Aquarius has got to be cool. I'm Kaiju Blue; nice to meet you!" he said with a grin. His jelly floated to the back and left of him, carefully avoiding hitting anybody.
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Torchwood watched as more phonies came around. A couple of them he recognized as family even; his aunt and uncle came even! Other then family, there were many faces that he didn’t recognize, and the unicorn listened intently on their introductions. He found little details interesting, and as it grew darker, Torchwood felt it would be good to recognize the voices he might hear in the dark, when it was more difficult to see who… or what was speaking.
Was he a bit paranoid? No, not really. Torchwood preferred to think of it as just, believing. Believing that things could be out there. Sure something things were just stories, but stories had to come from somewhere.
Seeing the newer pinkish unicorn with the strange eyes pull out a piece of paper, Torchwood became interested. “Cult? Effigies? HMMM.” This was only furthered when he over heard the purple pegasus colt mention creek monsters. “Monsters you say? Sounds like there could be some good stories here. I don’t suppose you guys would be into hearing a ghost story or two.”
Torchwood used his magic to pull a flashlight out of a duffle bag. Turned it on and awkwardly pointed the light to his face. “I’ll start!”
“Have you ever heard of the Wendigo? In forests just like this one, the Wendigo hunt for food. The creature blends into the shadows, with a body that is practically skin and bones, like you could almost see through their skin to their skeleton. Branch like antlers stick out of their skull, almost making it so they look like a tree if they’re still enough. Their hooves drag on the ground. And their fur is covered in the blood of their prey. What prey?”
Torchwood paused for dramatic effect. “…Any living creature they can get their claw like hands on!”
He said he’d tell a story, he never promised he was going to be good at it. “Who’s next?” Torchwood was ready to pass the flashlight.
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SCARY STORIES? Now that was worth the trip, even if Dramatis didn't think so. "Ooh, ooh!" Gjen said, bouncing in her seat. "Can I go? Please? I've got a good one!" As the flashlight made its way to her, she held it expertly. She wasn't literally named after a ghost for nothing, after all!
"In the deepest, darkest part of the woods, there's a wicked old mare. Nobody knows how long she's been there, but they say that if you get lost in the woods- if you stray from the path, or go off to pick flowers- she'll find you. At first you won't know who she is; she might be wicked, but her face is sweet, like a grandmother's. She will ask you in her gentlest voice to come with her; it's getting dark after all, and it looks as though it will rain, and you can call your parents from her house and she'll take you back to town- and that's when it's too late, because by now she's got you in her spell. She'll take you home with her, and make you supper- and while you're eating it, she'll steal your soul and make you into a ghost! Then you'll have to be her servant and she'll get strong from your soul! That's where her magic comes from," she said, glancing around the fire at the faces of the other fouls. Narrowing her eyes and getting really quiet, she leaned in, the light bouncing in her tousled mane.
"And if you don't believe me... look!" She dropped the flashlight and waved her legs in front of the fire; the light went straight through them. "She's already started to get me!" Only Penny and Dramatis would know the truth- that she'd been born with the transparency- and she could probably count on them not to spill the beans. "Who will she get next?"
Dramatis Personae rolled her eyes and shook her head. Why couldn't Gjen have been this enthusiastic when they were talking about the ghost in Macbeth?
From his perch, Kaiju Blue took note of the Wendigo. He'd never heard of such a monster; it sounded mythical, but then again so did pegasi and unicorns. Who knew what could really be lurking in these woods? If he came across one, he'd have to take it down.
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"Cooking and Floral Agriculture are good skills to have. Most people enjoy sweets and colorful flowers." she nodded at Lavender. Distracted, she turns her head at the sound of familiar voices. "Oh, Drama, Gjen, I didn't know the two of you were coming." Penny nodded at the pair, scooting over slightly to make room for them. "Welcome to the event."
Scary stories? Penny seemed to come to life at the mention of them, eyes brightening. This was her thing, her talent, oh she was going to scare them so good! After Gjen told her story, Penny nearly snatched the flashlight from her sister, holding it under her face. Her fur already being a dark color and the fading sunlight made her eyes sort of float eerily in the air. She opened her mouth or start her story and...
Oh no wait. Not that one, that one was full of a lot of gore and some of these babbens might not to be able to handle it. Hmm. Nooo that that one, that idea of the princess's corpse was unfinished. Oh! No, no, that one might make somephony terrified of garden hoses for life. Penny was so deep into her head trying to dredge out the ultimate campfire story that she was completely unaware she had been holding the flashlight under her face and silent for almost 15 minutes.
Labyrinth looked around, waiting for SOMEPHONY to say something. But the gathered crowd, which was quickly getting bored and the tension was already dying, was still politely on their seats while the flutter sat in silence. Alright, that's it. Lab got up, plucked the flashlight from Penny's hooves and sat back down between Lightning and Torchwood. "It's ok kid, everyone gets shy sometimes! I'll go next!"
"It was a night like tonight.." she began. A group of fillies were sitting around telling scary stories like we are now during a sleepover. One foal told the story of the old cemetery that was nearby. It was said that there grave of a woman who died the day of her wedding because her groom had fled with another women. Legend said if anyone who was more beautiful than the bride was stood on her grave, the corpse would lurch out and drag you down into her tomb.
"Oh it's not true!" one filly said. "Besides ANY phony can be more beautiful then a stinky old rotted corpse!" she giggled and a few others joined in.
"Oh yeah? Then prove it! Prove it's not true! We'll all visit the Bride's grave and you can stand on it!"
The first filly scrunched up her nose and her eyes darted away. "But I don't want to go stand on some old grave!"
"So you're scared!"
"I am not!"
"Chicken Chicken Chicken!"
"FINE!"
Labyrinth went back and forth in the voice, using her own to taunt the "pretty filly" and then pitching her voice to sound like her sister who was mentally cast as the "pretty filly."
So, all the fillies sneak out of the house and travel up to the graveyard. After some time, they found the grave and all attention turned to the pretty filly.
"Well go on, we'll be right here! Just step on the grave and stand there for 10 seconds!"
The other filly was standing wayyy back from the grave, eyeing it worriedly. "10 seconds?"
"Yup, 10 seconds. Unless you want to quit now and if you DO quit now, we get to call you chicken the rest of the school year!" This got the pretty filly's attention and she hesitantly walked forward. All the other fillies trained their flashlights on the ground just above the grave, in front of the headstone. The pretty filly drew up her breath and walked over, standing on the grave. The other fillies counted out loud.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!"
The pretty filly exhaled her held breath and squared her shoulders. "See?! No sweat. I told you it wasn't true. Heck, I could probably stand here all night if I had too." But it was getting chilly out, and hey had snacks and movies at home. The other girls turned away and the pretty filly started after them. But as she took a step forward and froze.
Something had her tail!
Labyrinth shrieked wildly.
"SHE'S GOT ME! SHE'S GOT ME! HELP ME!" The pretty filly screamed in terror, trying to run forward to her now terrified friends. They too screamed, and turned, fleeing into the night. Not much time later, the adults came looking for the filly after the foals had run home, sobbing and yelping in terror at the monster who'd grabbed their friend. The discovered a gruesome sight. The pretty filly lay on the grave of the Bride, her face contorted in mask of horror, mouth still open from screaming. She was dead. They found that the end of her tail had gotten wrapped around her own back hoof, and when she tried to step forward, her tail got violently tugged and the more she tried the walk the worse the pulling became. The poor dear died of fright. Now grave is haunted by the filly, who is lonely now that her friends are alive and moved on. If you pass too close to that place now and feel a yank on your tail, RUN!
Labyrinth jumped onto the ground shrieking again. "OR SHE'LL GET YOU TOO!"
It took Penny a long moment to registered what had happened. "Hey wait.." but it was too late. The brown filly was already launching into her story. Penny glowered her, in a snit. "I could have made you all terrified of garden hoses.." she muttered to herself.
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Dramatis Personae patted her cousin on the shoulder. "It's all right. We'll get you that flashlight back and then you can incite terror of common household objects into everybody present. If anything, that last story was just a cautionary tale of tails; that is to say, be careful if you've got long hair," she whispered. The little flutter flicked her own tail, the extra-long lock trailing behind the rest. So far, none of the stories had really scared her; Gjen hadn't been assaulted by a supernatural anything, and wasn't a Wendigo a model of motor home? Nope, nothing scary here.
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Sat as close to the campfire as best as she could without touching anybody. Oh why oh why did she think this was a good idea to begin with?
When she heard about this campfire with other little babbens her age, she thought this was going to be fun. ...And how wrong she was.
She didn't know there was going to be ghost stories! Ghost stories are one of the things she hates the most. And yet she didn't want to leave.
She told her mama and mom that she was going to be staying at the campfire for awhile. Plus she was curious on the new babbens she heard about.
So she was going to stay....but that doesn't mean she was going to like it.
While Light was a bit more practical, not one to believe scary stories about things, it was something about the atmosphere that made her shiver and shift closer to her sibling. The wendigo one she had heard before, somewhere, so hearing it from her brother wasn't too scary. But the one Labrynth had told... that one had gotten her heart racing a little. While she didn't have any scary stories, they were too fanciful for her liking, it was enough to just listen and enjoyed. She sort of... wanted to hear a few more, despite her slight fear.
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Scary stories...? Aquarius was already a bit nervous just being out here at night meeting new children, andnow they were going to tell scary stories? He bit his lip and looked at the other kids. He supposed it was standard fare for a camp fire but he still didn't like it all that much.
In fact, with each new story told he found his heart racing and getting more and more paranoid! He pressed up against Nimbus, desperate for a bit of safe phony contact before he started bawling. Wendigos, witches that make babbies into ghosts (oh my god how he screamed when the little purple filly somehow had transparent legs), and angry ghost fillies in the ground ready to scoop you up? He was going to have trouble sleeping tonight!
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Lavender loved the scary stories! They were all super fake anyway, right? Although they still made her heart pound with excitement, and she couldn't stifle a little shriek at the ends when they did the super scary reveals! These foals were all really good at storytelling, and she'd have to up the ante. She knew a good story that was pretty scary. And if it wasn't, it was at least very compelling!
Politely taking the flashlight, she beamed proudly."I have a spooky tale to tell, of something I've heard whispered around these very parts of Phonyland! And like, I've heard it's totally true."
She cleared her throat and began, "Once, there was a stallion in Phonyland who never cared for his neighbors, until a new mare moved in a few stables down from him. She was dark colored and squishy, with bright golden eyes that were all sparkly, but she always wore these black sleeves over her hooves, like, all the time!
"The stallion was intrigued by her and went out of his way to meet her, like, "accidentally" bumping into her around the park and meeting up with her around the cafes and stuff. Anyway, one time he caught a glimpse of what was under her gloves and saw that one of her hooves was made of solid gold! And he was like, 'What's that about, anyway?' and the mare was flirty and all 'I was born with it, isn't it neat?' And the stallion found that the sight of the mare's golden hoof awakened a super terrible desire in his heart to own it.
"He courted her night and day, with flowers, and dates, and all the things he could think of to win her over and marry her! And he did, eventually. They had been married quickly, and even more quickly, the mare got sick and died. The stallion had slowly poisoned her so that he could get her hoof, and no one suspected like, that he would do such a thing of course. He buried his beautiful wife without her hoof, so that he could keep it under his pillow and admire it always.
"Then, one dark night, his stable door banged with an awful noise. His things whipped wildly around the room, breaking glass and leaving flying papers! Startled, the guy sat up in his bed and saw a dark shadow slowly take the form of his dead wife, missing the leg he took from her! And she was moaning all 'Give me back my hoof! Where is my golden hoof!'
"Her eyes glowed bright and the stallion couldn't speak he was so scared. Like, all he could do was gasp and whimper. The ghost of his wife came closer, screeching. 'You stole my hoof and you stole my life!' She howled. 'Give it back!'
"The guy tried to get away from her, leaning back in his bed. He could feel the hoof under his pillow twitch and move, and the ghost came down upon him. Whoosh! He tried to scream, but like, no sound came out, and then his whole world went black."
"The next morning, a friend came over to his stable only to find him in his bed, with his throat crushed by the golden hoof!" Lav finished her story, eager to hear the next and see the reactions of her fellow camp-goers.
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Sugar liked to say she was a tough phony, except she wasn't. Each story left her cringing into Lavender Lemon, who she had purposefully sat beside. And then her friend decided to tell her own story, to boot! Ohnonono, why? She wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, would she?
There was a pause after her friend finished her story, yellow eyes examining the flashlight with mild disdain. Who thought it was a good idea to tell scary stories, anyway? Wait! She had an idea! Leaning closer, since her best friend had the light (and honestly she needed comfort anyway, so why not use that as an excuse to be sharing the light?), she attempted to begin a scary story.
"S-so, one stormy nigh-"
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"Ooh, ooh! I have a story!" Sadly for Sugar Petal, the rusty mare had been far too quiet for anyone to really hear her! Blind Love, having not heard the phony start a story, reached over and delicately took the flashlight, moving it to illuminate her face like any generic camp story needed! They better be ready for a real scare!
"There was a man, One Truth. He never was the kind to dream he'd meet the ideal woman, but one night he saw the woman of his dreams strolling beside the cemetery, bathed in the moonlight. Without a thought, he attempted to catch up to her in hopes to see her face, only to discover she was wearing a veil.
He attempted to speak to her, talking about the night and the weather until she suddenly stopped and turned to face him, a glimpse of dark eyes revealing themselves under the veil.
She asked what he wanted and One Truth said he wanted a date. How sweet, right?" She paused, face lighting up at the idea of such a cute meeting. Oh, maybe one day someone would ask her on a date! Of course, when she was an adult, duh! Right now she was far too busy being a kid! OH RIGHT, she was telling a story!
"Oh, oh, anyway, she turned to him and said she wasn't sure. He had to come by the exact same time the next night and ask again for her answer. One Truth was determined to win her heart, agreeing with the thought that she'd surely leap into his arms the next night!
The next day was spent dreaming about when it'd turn night, and when he left work he hurried to change into a fancy suit for his lady! When the time came he rushed to the cemetery, only to see she was late. He spent some time thinking about the day they'd marry, because obviously they would someday! Abruptly, she appeared, moonlight embracing her and enchanting him. They talked for hours – how romantic! – and her wit and beauty entranced him enough to ask for a second date.
She told him she will send him a letter with the time and date, and One Truth kissed her hand in joy before rushing off back home. He was completely useless at work, too lovestruck to even think of anything but her. When he rushed home he found a letter, not considering how she found his home address, and showed his cousin in excitement.
Now, his cousin was suspicious! Oh non!" She let out an audible gasp, covering her mouth in mock surprise.
"The cousin went pale when he saw the signature; Rose Garden. Hadn't he recently heard of someone dying in an accident named that? He tried to warn One Truth, only to be ignored by the lovestruck man.
That night, One Truth headed to the meeting spot, trailed by his cousin who held worry. He bounded before his beloved in excitement, asking to see her first finally. At his command, the woman pushed back her veil, causing the cousin to gasp. What he saw was a skeleton face, while all One Truth saw was a beautiful dark haired phony before him! The cousin tried to warn One Truth, however he was too late. One Truth leaned close to kiss his beloved, the disguise vanishing only when their lips touched, giving him one second to realize who he truly was kissing.
Before he could even scream the earth opened up and he was dragged under with the skeleton phony, a hollow laugh echoing as the earth closed and the cousin fled." There! Beaming with pride, Blind Love held the flashlight out for anyone who may want it.
Cremebunny was stuffing his face with the marshmallows and the chocolate he could find, eyeing all of the other phonies as they told their stories. Some made him gasp and interested for more -- and the latest one just made him laugh, amused.
"I love these stories!!" He exclaimed with a little laugh -- no matter if it was a little inappropriate for the mood around the campfire, the male was having fun with his laughs and what he was hearing. He liked hearing 'scary' stories, he surmised, they made him laugh.
Yet again he put his hooves on his cheeks, wondering if there was more stories to tell. He wasn't exactly a good story teller, himself.
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Gjen was quivering with antici....
It was a night full of eye-rolling for Dramatis Personae. The stories continued to get more and more ridiculous. How could anybody believe these things? How was anybody scared? Even her cousin Gjen was shaking... no, wait, the goofy smile on her face didn't add up. She wasn't scared, she was actually enjoying herself quite a bit. Hm. Maybe she should relax and let the atmosphere and storytelling lend themselves to something enjoyable; after all, everybody was putting on such a good performance...
PATION! These stories were great! Spinetingling terrors, chillers from places beyond... gosh, she would have to remember these! She chewed the tips of her transparent hooves to keep from giggling with happiness; it was rude to laugh at somebody else's scary story.
So many horrors being passed around! Kaiju wanted to tell one, too- some bone-ripping yarn that could strike fear into the hearts of all who heard! But what could he talk about? He didn't know much about ghosts. What if he told one about one of the monsters he'd fought? Or rather... hadn't fought. Most monsters that he was able to take down were things like snapping turtles (easily removed to larger ponds), gross globsters (plastic got really gross when it stuck together in the water), or jellyfish (and he still hadn't gotten rid of that one). A lot of the monsters he'd heard about turned out to not really be monsters; the big ones were too clever to get caught so easily. But if he embellished a little bit, exaggerated... yeah, that could work!
Taking the flashlight from the pink filly who had it, he began to speak. "You know, it's not just the forest that's full of monsters. It's the water, too- every stream can hold a monster. In fact, that's what I was doing before I showed up here. My name is Kaiju Blue, and I fight monsters."
Oh yeah. That was how he was introducing himself from now on.
"This particular monster is so disgusting and vile, it hasn't even got a name. Well. Hadn't got a name. It was..." He did some brief mental math- how tall was that snag? "About eight feet tall, and it was dripping with disgusting green hair. Its head was flat with two mouths, each full of teeth at least six inches long!" They'd really been mushrooms in crevasses in the uprooted tree, but this was a story for fun, so he didn't feel bad. "He had ten legs and was just as comfortable on land as he was in the water. The monster had a hairy black face and eyes that glowed, and when I attacked it, it launched tinier monsters with sharp gnawing teeth right at me!" Never. Again. Next time, he would check for squirrels first. "I fought them off and the monster let out a terrible roar. I had to do a barrel roll to avoid getting hit by his foul breath! I splashed into the creek- right into his lair- and I knew that if I was going to take him down, I would have to be smart. I tried to fly, but the muck and dirt of the ages he lived there made it so hard to find purchase on the rocks... which was when I saw my avenue of attack! Scrambling to my feet, I pushed the monster back. His claws were long and snaggled, and he slipped on the rocks! With a mighty roar of pain, he splashed into the water, but I couldn't let him get up for another round. Mustering all of my strength, I pushed and pushed and pushed... we fought all the way to a waterfall, where I pushed him over. He clawed at the edge, screeching- but as pitiful as it was, I knew I couldn't save him. Some monsters can't be redeemed, and I couldn't have him hurting anybody. He could eat two phonies at once with his two mouths! I didn't leave until I saw him break into tiny bits at the bottom; that's how I knew the water was safe... Or so I thought. On the way over here, I heard a screech that sounded a lot like the monster... perhaps he has a family out there? Baby monsters, ready to grow up and take their daddy's place as terrors of the deep?" He grinned wickedly; that had been a gross exaggeration of the day's events, which had mostly consisted of pushing a fallen tree into a wider part of the creek so that it wouldn't cause a dam and flood the area. There had actually been a waterfall, but it was only about a foot and a half tall. None of them would know that, though. It'd be his little secret.
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Tough eyed Sugar Petal, put out that she had ignored her sibling in favor of cuddling to a friend. Huffing, the phony stood and moved to sit closer to the fire and a new phony. "You're late." He stated bluntly, "But you didn't miss much, if I'm honest."
The blue-phony with the wild hair began a story. Truth scrunched his nose up at some of the descriptions, "Don't you mean squirrels? It sounds like a squirrel... That's not really scary." What a party pooper.
The pink unicorn giggled as she listened to the others stories, eating her marshmallow effigy as they spoke. When it was finally her time to shine she took the flashlight from the dark purple colt. Clutching it between her hooves she turned it on, trying to look as spooky as possible.
"Have any of you ever heard of the Mothman?" she paused for a second but, continued shortly after not waiting for anyone to actually speak up. "Many Phonies have claimed to have seen it with most claiming it to look like a human...or a human male rather with giant wings and glowing red eyes! Waaay before all of you were born their were many sightings of the Mothman, at least over a hundred to be exact! I haven't personally seen it but, I'm a believer that he is out there...waiting to snatch up little Phonies like you and me!" She got up from her seat and began pacing around the campfire circle. "So I ask you was the Mothman an alien...or just a figment of these Phony's imaginations? Well if any of you guessed either of those answers you're WRONG! It was none other than the most wonderful and best cult in the world, the Illuminati! See the Illuminati control our government and have been releasing secret chemical hallucination vapors into our air! They knew the hallucinations would be blamed on aliens but, I'm have to deliver the TRUTH to you!" She stomped one of her hooves to the ground before adding, "...I can only hope that someday my cult is as good...as grand as the Illuminti! I hope I opened some eyes today!" With that she quickly sat down next to the closest Phony.
Nimbus smiled at the newcomer, a dark purple Pegasus with beautiful bright blue streaks in his hair. "Yes, sit with us!" he fluttered his wings excitedly chanting "new friend" under his breath.
Once the scary stories started up the purple colt noticed that Aquarius was scooting closer and closer to him. Was he scared? He gently put a hoof around his new friend to comfort him. "Don't be scared Aquarius! I promise I'll personally beat up any monster that tries to hurt you!"