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 Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 4:31 pm
Prompt 3 With Halloween just around the corner, television stations are constantly playing various spooky themed movies and episodes of your favorite shows. When you sit down to watch something in particular, the screen goes static. You try to change the channel but every one of them is static. If you continue to watch (or attempt to fix the television), an eerie voice comes across the speakers begging for help and that they're coming. No matter what you do or say, they only repeat the same phrases. When you turn off the television and turn it back on again, everything has turned to its regularly scheduled programming. It was a lazy afternoon - not that most afternoons didn't have an element of laziness to them, but this one in particular was going to be Paul's lazy afternoon of choice because it was the afternoon he planned on watching the Away game for one of his favorite basketball teams on one of the varying sports channels they had with their cable programming. All of his errands had been run, all of his chores had been done and the house was looking more or less immaculate if anyone were to question his cleaning abilities. Hot dogs had been made on the grill, buns prepared in the kitchen and he'd allowed himself a single beer to go with his late afternoon lunch. The plate was positioned almost perfectly on the coffee table, the beer sat on a coaster (because he was not getting s**t again for leaving a drink on there without one) and the television remote was ready for action. Bare toes wiggled on the carpet as his palms wiped themselves on the fabric of his sweatpants before reaching out for his drink. Popping the tab on his beer, he took a moment to toss back a long swallow before lifting the remote up with his free hand. It was his time to relax.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 5:29 pm
One Paul Jones had been looking forward to a relatively quiet, relaxing evening. His favorite away game was playing on the television, not a commercial in sight. Hot dogs warm and ready for consumption, beer cold as ice. The house was cleaned, the chores were finished. Truly, little could be done to make this evening any better than it already was. Other than the addition on one particular furball, who happened to let himself in by squeezing through an open window. Really, Paul should have known better. Or, perhaps it was an open invitation? Itsuki chose to think optimistically. Already having donned his Halloween costume of choice - a cotton stretch shark costume made for a dog of similar size - and with his plastic pumpkin candy bucket, appeared in a flash at Paul's feet. A great dorsal fin made of batting sat on his back and his fuzzy head was rimmed with soft shark's teeth. Truly terrifying. "Trick or Treat~!" he squeaked, holding the candy bucket in both paws. "Oyasumi, Paul-sama! What are you watching?" Looking over to the television, the picture flickered once, then twice before returning to normal.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2018 10:33 pm
The TV was on for all of mere seconds before a high pitched voice squeaked out near his feet. He'd been so engulfed in enjoying his alcohol (and the soon-to-start game) that he hadn't noticed any movement out of the corner of his eye until it was too late. Violet eyes immediately registered an odd little creature, instinct having Paul's legs rise up to the coffee table. He'd very nearly kicked out at the damn thing but reflexes were (thankfully) in little Itsuki's favor and the cat had been spared being knocked into the next room by a startled brute. <********>, cat. Haven't you ever heard of a goddamn doorbell?" As his heart began to slow back down to a normal rhythm, he reached down to pluck the furry beast up by the scruff and deposit him on the coffee table -- away from the hot dogs still waiting on the plate. "The ******** you wearing, anyways?" Oh. Right. He'd said trick or treat during his introduction, back when Paul was keeping his ankles clear from being bitten off by the random monster that had scurried its way to the couch. Go figure the furball would be decked out for the holiday. "Got the game on. Or gonna be on." The channel flipped up but the static started going in again, causing the big man to frown as he skipped through several more channels. "You can stay and watch if you want, dunno how much cats know about basketball." His frown grew wider as the static suddenly overtook the television screen completely. No matter what channel he swapped it to, it was nothing but white and black static. The ******** class="quote">Lucifer Force
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2018 12:12 pm
For his part in giving poor Paul Jones a near heart attack, Itsuki didn’t even seem phased by the beefy man’s shock at his sudden presence. It was as if Paul kicking the nearest thing into next week was simply commonplace. The cat waited patiently for Paul’s heart rate to return to normal and for his death grip on the couch to relax. “But Paul-sama,” the Mau started to explain, hoisted up by the scruff of his neck and gathered clumps of his ingenious shark costume. “There’s still daylight outside, and someone might see a cat dressed as a shark, trying to ring your doorbell! You want a low profile, don’t you Paul-sama?” The hot dogs did not go unnoticed, and Itsuki, once seated on the coffee table, pushed his plastic pumpkin bucket towards them. “Paul-sama, did you make enough hot dogs for two~?” The invitation to watch basketball with one of his favorite Saturn Pages did much to make the cat beam with happiness. Skittering onto the couch beside the beefy man, the lilac point tilted his head as nothing but static seemed to greet them on every channel. “Did your cable get cancelled, Paul-sama?” Little fluffy ears started swiveling as the Mau jumped and puffed up suddenly. THEY’RE COMING.
...you must watch out…
………..run away…..they’re coming!
---THEY’RE COMING!Dreadful whispers wafted through the living room, the static seemingly louder and more intense as the moments ticked by. Itsuki, stunned silent, blinked. Finally, he was able to accurately assess the situation, and, taking a page from the Book of Paul, gave his diagnosis. “This is some seriously ******** s**t, Paul-sama.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 12:19 am
The cat immediately started eyeing his lunch and Paul felt like a territorial dog about to snap as eyes narrowed, staring at the two soft, squishy buns coated with relish and mustard and everything that made hot dogs amazing. “Doesn't your kid feed you, wherever the hell you guys li…” His words drifted off as the television went completely ******** shouldn't have been any reason for the cable to go out. They had that fancy s**t, whatever the ******** it was called - but it shouldn't be doing THIS crap. Channels continued to flip up and down but the static stayed in place. The game was starting in three minutes - <******** was about to let out a fresh string of curses as he rose to his feet but his trek was halted in his tracks as a raspy, ominous voice started spewing warnings from what sounded like the television itself. A chill went down the large man's spine as he grew quiet. Itooti was the one to break the silence and despite the eerie situation, Paul turned to give the cat both a frown and a quizzical look. “When the ******** did you start talking like that?” Ah. s**t. Right. Shaking his head, beefy fingers moved up to rub across both mouth and scruffy chin as he returned to staring at the television. “Can you...fix this sort of shi- thing, kitto?”
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2018 8:36 pm
"Zee-chan feeds me, but your hotdogs smell really good!" Itsuki noted Paul's reaction to his sudden potty mouth and, despite the creepy whispering growing in frequency from the television, felt the need to explain. "Paul-sama! How am I supposed to be a good guardian neko to you if I don't start speaking your ********' language?" Hopping down from the couch, the problem of a haunted television took precedence over foul language. Luckily, Itsuki still had some talismans left over from the exorcism performed at Sophie's parents' house. He only possessed three of them, and Paul very likely had no idea what they were, but the idea was still the same. Wandering to sit beside Paul's leg, Itsuki sat back and crossed his arms. "Paul-sama, I can try! But the whispering makes me think it's haunted! Lots of stuff is haunted these days. In Japan, there are shrines that can perform purifications of haunted objects, but that usually involves setting it on fire. I don't think Noah-san would like it if we set his teevee on fire." It was a simple, matter-of-fact statement. Lifting a paw, Itsuki produced one of the three paper talismans he kept in his subspace pocket. "But! I have these! And I could probably take the teevee apart and take a look inside but if it's haunted then this should work better!"With his mission in mind, Itsuki padded to the base of the television stand and hopped up beside the offending object. "Spirit, be exorcised!" he squeaked, planting the ofuda smack-dab in the middle of the screen. The cat waited a few moments with just the static to fill the space. Once the whispering started again, the cat made a disgruntled noise and planted the two remaining ofuda on the screen. "Okay now be quiet, I'm going to fix you!" Out came the tiny tools in the form of a screwdriver, pliers and other assorted items from an equally small tool bag.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2018 3:59 am
There was something odd and almost uncomfortable at hearing the energetic, peppy cat start dropping f-bombs and s-words left and right like a... well, like him. He'd have to remember to mind his language in the future if he wanted this sort of s**t to stop. "You fix the TV and the hot dog's yours," he offered, figuring the stick of meat would have probably been begrudgingly handed over anyways to keep the chattering cat quiet during the sport's game. "Don't need it fu-- fudged up, Noah'd kill us both." The idea that the electronic device was haunted was, in Paul's opinion, absurd. Ghosts didn't exist -- he didn't want to think about them existing, chalking them up with Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and all that other bullshit nonsense. Giving belief to the supernatural left too many questions unanswered and the big man hated not knowing the answers to things. He already felt stupid enough as it was, ********, he didn't need to dwell on the afterlife and ridiculous ideas when he already had enough on his plate to contend with. He watched as the cat fought with the TV, adding random sticky notes with scribbled doodles on the screen. When that didn't seem to work on the whispering voices, a tool box was produced and with it, a higher level of anxiety for Paul Jones. "You can... you can put that back together again correctly, right? Ain't gonna have to buy a new one of these, yeah?" Sleeping on the couch was not what Paul wanted to do and he had a feeling that if the TV got busted because he let the ********' cat come in and tinker with it, Noah would have him banished for at least a week on the uncomfortable pullout bed. Maybe even two.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2018 7:43 pm
Ghouliboo Want to wrap us up? biggrin "Don't worry, Paul-sama!" came a cheerful squeak as Itsuki produced a tiny flathead screwdriver. "I've installed lots of electronics in the new apartment. I think I can handle a teevee---" WHY DO YOU STAY
DO YOU WANT THEM TO KILL YOU!?
THEY'RE COMING--The ofuda clearly weren't doing anything to prevent the restless spirits from claiming the television. Paul's fear of Noah's wrath was likely greater than that of his fear towards the ghosts haunting the house. Ears flattening, Itsuki leveled the screwdriver at the television, which was still spewing static and ominous warnings. "Be quiet, teevee! I'm going to fix you!" With a sigh, the fluffy cat disappeared behind the television to unscrew the back cover to take a peek at the innards of the thing. Once the plastic cover had been removed, the screeching static seemed to quiet for a moment. Itsuki returned to the tiny toolbag and retrieved a tiny flashlight. Because of course he had one. Kuh-CLICK!A light shined from behind the television set. "Hmm... it looks fine to me, Paul-sama. Nothing is burnt out or missing or anythi---" Just then, the screeching static reached unbearably loud levels and the cat fell backwards in shock. Tiny feet scrambled to keep himself on the television stand but to no avail - the lilac point disappeared behind the stand in an instant. And, just as suddenly, he landed on the power cord and pulled it from the wall. The TV went silent. "Oof. Paul-sama, I'm okay! I'll plug it back in." THUNK!And just like that, Paul's basketball game sprang to live on the screen as if nothing strange had happened at all. Collecting his tiny flashlight and tiny screwdriver, Itsuki padded around to the front of the stand to examine his handiwork. "Oh, I should close up the back~" That task being completed, the ofuda removed and his tools tucked away into subspace, the guardian seemed quite proud of himself. "Yatta~!" emotion_yatta
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2018 11:20 am
He watched, still nervous, as the cat disappeared behind the television and began to tinker with the device. The ominous voices continued with their threats (or warnings? Whatever the ******** they were trying to imply) but Paul's attention was more on the furry critter currently dismantling the Jones' several hundred dollar entertainment center in hopes of figuring out what was wrong with the goddamn thing. When the television screeched and the cat fell, Paul lurched forward -- to potentially catch either TV or cat, he wasn't sure, but the TV remained in place and the cat was quick to disappear behind the stand itself, taking the cord with him. As the darkness fell over the screen, the voices disappeared. A chipper voice called out from the area where dust bunnies undoubtedly dwelled and soon after, the television sprung back to life, basketball game currently still in its first few minutes. "Well that was ********' weird," he muttered under his breath as Itsuki closed up the backside, violet eyes returning to the Mauvian as the large man took a seat on the couch. One hot dog was removed from its plate and held protectively in his hand, the remaining one nudged towards the cat's direction as Paul sat back and allowed himself to relax against the furniture. "Still a salvageable afternoon, s'pose." And, with that, the boys settled in to watch the game, enjoying their meal in silence as the television blared on, now void of any creepy voices.
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