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[scaredare]

heyo i'm alex / 26 / gmt+2. semi-selective, multi-muse indie roleplay blog for evil purposes only.

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[scaredare]

 ☆ closed starter for : @angelscored ! based on : these prompts.

“yeah, oh my god, totes! because someone sending you a bouquet of the flowers you’re deathly allergic to is definitely not something to worry about. like, at all. like, actually, it's a hundred percent normal and not attempted murder-y in the slightest!" okay, now that she's done being a sarcastic little prick, they can re-open the investigation. "no, but seriously, do you have any idea who could've sent them?"

[scaredare]

 ☆ closed starter for : @angelscored ! based on : these prompts.

"huh..." mutters to himself, adjusting the rearview mirror before briefly glancing over at the person in the passenger's seat. “that car’s taken every turn we have for the last ten minutes. have ya' noticed?”

[scaredare]

 ☆ closed starter for : @hitcndrun !

if you were to quiz joel on what the hell went down in these past three minutes, he wouldn't even know how to begin forming a coherent thought. they were in a car, driving. and then people got rowdy. and then there was this figure in the middle of the road. or maybe it was a tree? a tree in the middle of the road. in the middle of nowhere. it makes sense. and then somebody grabbed the steering wheel. and nothing made sense anymore. and there was this terrible, terrible thud. they must've collided with something. or catapulted into a different dimension. and suddenly they were violently swerving off the road, into the nearest ditch. and for a while, he really thought that was gonna be the end. there's this high-pitched ringing in his ears, heart beating twenty seven thousand times per second, eyes blinking rapidly, frantically looking around but absorbing no new information for his brain to process. "wh-" breath hitched in his throat. "what the hell just happened?"

[scaredare]

 ☆ closed starter for : @seolinah ! based on : these prompts.

“what are you on about?" arms crossed over the chest, brows furrowed in the utmost confusion. he wasn't expecting to see them at his doorstep, at 1am, frustrated with him when he's literally done nothing wrong. for a change. "i’ve been in bed since fuckin' nine, i didn’t text you to meet me anywhere.”

[scaredare]

 ☆ closed starter for : @gcdwilling ! based on : these prompts.

“i’m not crazy! someone’s been in here! look, that umbrella-" gestures towards the object. "was not on the couch. it was standing against the wall over there. i swear!" keeps pointing, mapping out the space how she remembers leaving it last, as though playing a game of spot the difference. "also-" we're currently at two. "also, i did not leave that window open. i have never once left a window open since the wasp incident, and everybody knows that." yeah, because she wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. "so yeah, someone was definitely in here."

[scaredare]

 ☆ closed starter for : @analoghorrors ! based on : these prompts.

"oh, by the way..." shirin begins, a mouth full of cereal. “letter came for you-" she slides the envelope across the kitchen counter, swallowing her kornflakes. "no stamp, though. i think it might’ve just been left at the door, weird as it is. perhaps from a... secret admirer? ooh-la-la..." she teases.

[scaredare]

hellurr, give this a small heart for an even smaller starter based on one of these. xox

[scealaiscoite]

‧₊˚ 🪦 ✩ unsettling dialogue prompts

¹⁾ “i’m not crazy! someone’s been in here!”

²⁾ “someone’s standing outside the window.”

³⁾ “i don’t know who sent you that, but it wasn’t me.”

⁴⁾ “i locked this door when i left; i’m certain of it.”

⁵⁾ “i can hear footsteps.”

⁶⁾ “the dog’s barking like crazy, will you go see what’s wrong with him?”

⁷⁾ “that car’s taken every turn we have for the last ten minutes.”

⁸⁾ “did your phone just lose signal too?”

⁹⁾ “i, uh- i don’t remember telling you that.”

¹⁰⁾ “letter came for you- no stamp, though. i think it might’ve just been left at the door, weird as it is.”

¹¹⁾ “upstairs has been banging on the ceiling all damn night, i haven’t slept a fucking wink.”

¹²⁾ “i think someone’s slashed my tires.”

¹³⁾ “i know it’s late, but i need you to come downstairs and meet me out front. someone’s following me home.”

¹⁴⁾ “i don’t know anyone by that name. you’re sure they knocked and asked for me?”

¹⁵⁾ “yeah, because someone sending you a bouquet of the flowers you’re deathly allergic to is definitely not something to worry about.”

¹⁶⁾ “no, no, please tell me you didn’t let them in. the landlord said she’d come and fix the faucet herself, that she never calls in contractors! no one has any reason to be in there!”

¹⁷⁾ “that’s weird, i could’ve sworn i closed the curtains when i left this morning.”

¹⁸⁾ “that car’s been out front all day.”

¹⁹⁾ “i just moved in, i haven’t given anyone the address yet.”

²⁰⁾ “what are you on about? i’ve been in bed since nine, i didn’t text you to meet me anywhere.”

[isolatednights]

OPEN TO: any ( possible connections include spouse, friends, siblings, etc ) PLOT: we rented a cabin in the woods with some friends and someone went outside to get firewood - we heard a scream followed by silence and this friend hasn't come back... now what? ( this can be a joke on their part, there's a killer in the woods, some supernatural being... go wild! ) MUSE: emma blackwell, 27 NOTE: please be sure to read my rules. replies will be posted separately for tracking!

"it was a scary ha-ha funny the first like five minutes they were gone but now it's just..." terrifying, she thinks, knowing that even if their friend bursts back through the cabin door, she's going to scream and then probably smack them for being so stupid. biting away at her lower lip, hues shift between the rest of the group currently occupying the interior of the cabin they'd rented. "we have to look for him, right?"

[scaredare]

"scary-scary. yep. i agree." joel's personally not a big fan either, having been stood by the window for the past seven minutes, looking into the darkness like a worried father of a sixteen-year-old who snuck out with that troublesome kid on a motorcycle. "um, yeah, no, no definitely. we should. absolutely." it's probably the right thing to do. yet, quite frankly, he's a bit spooked now, so he'd really rather not. "although... maybe let's give it a minute? maybe he's just, you know... peeing?" in the dark, for twenty-five minutes? "i'm- i'm sure he'll be back... eventually."

[scaredare]

muse: felix berman. plot: final destination-core. our muses were about to go on a train, felix had a very realistic vision of said train crashing. he did a big cry and shabang and him and a couple of other people got off the train. the train actually crashed. felix is understandably spooked and now some of the people who managed to evade that accident have been dying in freak accidents of their own, which is not great.

“something real freaky’s going on.” a simple ‘hello’ would’ve done it. as soon as the door opens, felix barges into the apartment like a feral rat escaping from the cold, pushing past its rightful owner in a state of frenzy. “did you watch the news?” he wastes no time making himself at home, heading directly into the living room and grabbing the tv remote. it takes the shaky finger two attempts to switch on the screen, going straight to news channel. there, in big, bold letters: “MAN CRUSHED BETWEEN TWO TRUCKS”, a picture of a semi-familiar face underneath. “remember that guy?” doesn’t even give them a second. “he was on the train. i-i mean he was supposed to be, but he got off. with- with his girlfriend. remember? the blonde girl, with the hat?” he proceeds to reach into his bag, pulling out a handful of papers and shoving them in the other’s face. “look.” an article ripped from a newspaper: “WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN A HOT TUB - FREAK ACCIDENT!” “it’s from two days ago.” passes it over, hands trembling, bloodshot wide eyes looking at the other with despair. “it’s like it came back for them. i don’t know. ever since that night, i keep getting this feeling that i can’t shake. like- like something bad is going to happen. like that wasn’t the end of it.”

[ohdeathz]

marty makes a good point. there isn't anything anywhere near them — no stores, no houses, nothing. the more phoebe thinks about it, the more she starts to silently spiral. gaze is off to the side as she has trouble focusing on the game. wrecks her brain trying to remember every little detail about that woman from earlier; her face, her clothes, the way she talked.. brows furrow. it's strange ... phoebe can't recall a single thing.

the sound of the doorbell makes her jump out of her skin, instantly pulled back to reality. she glances around the living room. no one wants to answer it. phoebe sighs. someone has to. she walks to the door, cautious not to make any excessive noise. she tries to peek through the peephole but can only see complete darkness. "lets just wait for them to leave." phoebe whispers loudly. "we can⸻"

the doorbell rings again. this time twice in a row.

[scaredare]

marty's eyes grow in size the second she starts approaching that door. shakes his head violently, signaling with his hands in at least five different ways that this is, in fact, a terrible idea. it's unlike him to get this worried about something so seemingly mundane. he's usually the guy who waves things off, thinking there's a rational explanation behind everything. but this, right now? something feels off. he's got this gut feeling. although, on a second thought, it might also be the drugs. either way, he watches her with great vigilance, almost as though he's afraid the door itself is gonna swallow her whole. "who is it?" in a harsh whisper. and then it happens again, and immediately once more. he can hear the ringing reverberating in his brain, worried eyes looking around the room. "guys." caroline finally speaks up, normal volume and all. "what the fuck am i watching?" she laughs, getting up from the couch. "are you all high? just open the door, jesus christ. what's your problem?" but she seems to have had it with everyone's hesitance, and as a firm believer of 'if you want something to get done, you better do it yourself', she goes straight for that door. "no, wai-" is as far as marty gets before she practically rips it open. silence. then: "hello?" caroline steps out onto the porch. "hello?!" marty's eyes search for phoebe's. meanwhile, caroline turns around to look at them. "huh, it's probably just some kids trying to prank us." she shrugs it off. and maybe she's right. maybe marty brought this negative energy to the gathering for no reason. nods his head slowly, coming to terms with the fact he might be the drama.

[ohdeathz]

her entire body feels cold, temperature dropping as she realizes this is the only way. they have two options: stay here, hope they don't get found and probably starve waiting for someone to rescue them. or leave right now and at least try to call for help .. and also, maybe, probably still die anyway.. neither option is ideal but she is most definitely not staying here alone. "i⸻" summer sighs. she wishes they had never agreed to go on this stupid trip. she looks at rudy through glistening eyes. "our odds will be better if we're together." she gets up and walks beside him. "i've got your back no matter what happens out there."

[scaredare]

as much as he's loving the current safety of the moldy storage closet, he figures the chances of them being eventually discovered, and ultimately cornered in there are rather high. they might as well start taking risks. "and i've got yours right back." beat. "get it? because, like... back? that was kinda clever." not the time. "never mind." hands her the baseball bat that had been chilling in the corner, finally making himself somewhat useful. "here, take it. listen, we- we got this. let's fucking live tonight." holds up a very shaky hand for a fistbump.

[ohdeathz]

phoebe immediately perks up when the homme looks out the window. she hadn't wanted to come to this cabin in the first place — having been going through a messy break up, she isn't exactly in high spirits. although convincing arguments were made and she decided to tag along after all. phoebe frowns in confusion, getting up to see for herself. squint. "at the end of the driveway?"

she tries to remember what the stranger was wearing but in the dead of night, it's impossible to see any sort of detail, nothing but a shadowy figure. "it's probably best to just leave 'em be." phoebe waves a dismissive hand before returning to her seat on the couch. too many times before has she made a big deal out of nothing. not this time. "my guess is someone's had too much to drink and got lost.." head nods towards the board game that lays dormant on the coffee table. "c'mere. let's get back to playing ... it's your turn."

[scaredare]

"yeah." confirms immediately, partially relieved someone's seeing it too. at least that means the group has been successfully made aware of the issue. and that he's not just imagining things again. that's always a positive. the nonchalance radiating from phoebe calms him down in a way, convincing him that maybe he's just being paranoid. i mean, it's not that weird to see a random person in your driveway, in the middle of nowhere, after you're pretty sure you just caught them staring in through the window. right? "where would they have gotten drunk? there's nothin' around." stands there for a second, hands on his hips, hoping his manly stance and menacing gaze will protect the household from all evil. "come on, dude!" someone else chimes in, clearly more invested in the round of 'risk' than whatever the fuck marty's going on about. "fine, alright, whatever. where were we?" returns back to his seat, taking a large swig of his beer and calculating the next highly strategic move when somebody rings the doorbell. "right, great, yeah." now he's back to slightly freaked out. "i'm not taking that."

[ohdeathz]

"please don't." the knot in her stomach is making her feel lightheaded. going off alone is the equivalent to going blindly into shark infested waters. it's bad enough being all the way out here in the middle of the night let alone the idea of having to be completely alone. "i'm begging you."

@scaredare liked for a starter from summer

[scaredare]

rudy can promise, with a hand over his heart, that this is definitely not because he wants to. to be so completely honest, the thought of going back out there, into the complete darkness, to roam the camp grounds that are currently being stalked by a crazy psycho maniac makes him awfully close to shitting his pants. but- "someone has to." so quiet, it barely qualifies as a whisper. "and erik-" the self-proclaimed 'hero'. "-just got frickin' matchete'd in the face, so..." it looks like it's gotta be him. "we have to see if we can get to the phone. do you-" hesitates, looking around. "do you want to come with maybe? you know, safety in numbers and all that."

[scaredare]

open to: all. muse: joel gatlin.

"hey, hey, hey, no. what do you mean 'moving out'? come on, it was just once. it was literally a one-time thing. are you serious? i mean, this feels bit drastic, don't you think?"

[dvlhls]

without much urgency, caroline pushed herself up off the floor, propping her bottle of beer on the floor behind her. she ambled over to marty, manoeuvring herself around the labyrinth of their friends' legs. her chin came down onto his shoulder, trying to line up her eyesight with his. it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark outside. regardless, she didn't see anything out of the ordinary out there. he had to be messing with them, trying to bring some tension to their relaxed evening. " i can't see anything... " she hummed. standing back straight, taking her chin off his shoulder, her hands on her hip in an almost mocking attempt at seriousness. " you know what, marty ? i think you should go out there and check it out. report back to us. "

[scaredare]

if this were a genuinely dire situation that required quick reactions and on-your-toes thinking, they'd all be dead by now. only caroline seems remotely interested, and even she takes five business days to scurry over. "over there. that way..." he gestures vaguely, but she's long gone, leaving them staring at their own reflections and making marty wonder if he imagined the whole thing in the first place. plausible, no one's exactly sober tonight. "mm," equally mocking. "you know what, caroline? i think you should shut the fuck up."