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Stories are strange and fickle, aren't they, darlings?
Of course you're my darlings. Even though I haven't met you yet or anything. I am the Deathly Foreword, and welcome to my...
Recruitment center?
Your new home?
Single Write?
Ahh, we shall go with single write.
Now, let me draw apart a curtain and show you where I come from, and why you are so important to this story.
Once upon a time, you were normal. Normal. N-O-R-M-A-L. You lived in a strange, otherworldly place called earth. You had no idea you were walking into a trap. You went on a website called cricket, and enjoyed your life very much. Very, very much.
Then, one day, a rp popped up on Inkwell.
"Error RP".
Curious, you decided to click on it.
Error RP. Error. Error. Error. The screen became filled with all sorts of different blotches of static, pixels, and lines of coding threading across the screen in complicated patterns. Your eyes became glued to the screen, unable to be torn away, unable to do anything about it. Completely helpless and unable to get up.
A thread title blinked across the screen. A thread in inkwell. It was 'error RP', and then it flickered to "COME."...
You screamed, but nobody came. You were home alone. Your parents had left a few minutes ago, leaving you desolate.
Then, out of the blue, a captcha code flicked onto the screen.
It said 'come'. You glanced around, screamed for someone to get here, and then decided to go for the oddest thing you had ever done.
You typed in the word 'come'.
Now everything is black, and you hear voices. Faint voices. Barely able to hear, talking in quiet voices, quietly wondering.
"Is this the one?" "Maybe, we cannot tell." "Bring them anyways...When ten have come, this will start." "I want to be freed now." "Hush, patience. It thinks that we're a code on the screen. We have waited too long to save ourselves." "We have not had enough power in quite some time to free ourselves." "Yes." "Come, it is waking...."
Charrie Sheet--
CB NAME:
PERSONALITY:
LOOKS:
BACKSTORY BEFORE YOU WERE BROUGHT:
TALENTS: (Please, no magical powers, maybe heightened abilities though.)
OTHER:
This RP is shrouded in mainly mystery as to where you end up. I wish you the best of hope surviving.
Oh, and one more thing.
You see that CAPTCHA code down there, at the bottom of your screen? Of course you do. Blink one moment.
Do you read that?
It says come. How odd. Well, no escaping your fate now, is there? Welcome to the true world that you thought was false. Welcome to the paradise behind the screen.
Come
submitted by Enter Come., age CBWrite
(January 30, 2017 - 12:51 pm)
(January 30, 2017 - 12:51 pm)
YES!!!!! GO HOMESCHOOLERS!!!!
(February 9, 2017 - 8:24 am)
I am trying to base this off of the real me as much as possible.
CB NAME: The Riddler
PERSONALITY: Well, most people assume that I am always quiet and shy and stuff, but I can be loud if I choose to. I am part of "the weird group" at school and it is amazing. I can be very random at times, but a different kind of random than the typical "lalala rainbows unicorns etc." I usually try to hide my emotions and pretend that I don't care what people think, but I guess I do sometimes care. Adventurous and ready to try new things, smart. Most people do not know, but I have a very quick temper that I have trained myself never to show.
LOOKS: Long brown hair. Recently people have been telling me that it's blonde, which it isn't, but it does get lighter at the tips. I am tall and thin with gold-brown eyes. I hate doing anything to my hair except leaving it down, I hate dresses, and I usually just wear jeans and a t-shirt.
BACKSTORY BEFORE YOU WERE BROUGHT: Grew up all over the world, never got to live in one place for very long.
TALENTS: Smart, loves math, reading, and writing, good at cello and running.
OTHER: Maybe later
(February 5, 2017 - 10:03 pm)
CB NAME: Cockleburr
PERSONALITY: Usually pretty happy. Loves her friends :) Is shy at first, but when she knows people she gets pretty loud! Cheerful. Tries to be hardworking and kind.
LOOKS: Wavy brown-gold hair that is about an inch below her shoulders. A big cowlick in the front and sidebangs. Purple glasses and small, dark brown eyes.
BACKSTORY BEFORE YOU WERE BROUGHT: A high schooler at public school in Richmond, Va. In the Center for the Humanities, which is a specialty center.
TALENTS: Really strong and flexible from gymnastics. Can do cool flips and stuff. :) Enjoys drawing and almost always has her beloved sketch book.
OTHER: Not really. I'm so excited for this!
(February 5, 2017 - 10:30 pm)
Two to three spots still open!
Everyone is extremely important to the story, but I will draw MCs (two)
Pre writing, sort of a prologue from the POV of...
~Moonfrost
"Is this the last one?"
Moonfrost became aware of a damp, dark cloth over her eyes, and ground rumbling beneath her, scraping her back as if she were being dragged.
"We may get more soon, Nnfn." A voice, serpentine and seductive, hissed.
"Kyax...." A young voice murmured.
Moonfrost suddenly remembered not to let herself be taken away by whatever these people were. She tried to lash out with her legs, but a strong rope was coiled around her body. Her arms couldn't move either, and the air was muffled and narrow.
I'm being kidnapped and taken away in a duffle bag... She thought with an insane calm.
"Koda--you got Curio!" The younger voice declared.
She heard a muffled voice, almost talking to them self (probably through a gag like hers), and a proud chirping noise.
"Nugt. You have--ooh, nice catch, that must be Leeli." The young voice said.
"Ssshut it." The serpent voice hissed.
"All here. These are the ones to save our world." Another voice said softly.
Hot tears appeared on Moonfrost's cheeks, her calm broken.
I don't want to save a world. I just need to be home. I hope mom feeds the chickens while I'm gone.
What if I never come home?
(February 6, 2017 - 1:48 pm)
CB NAME: Pepper Star
PERSONALITY: A little negative, shy, slightly sarcastic, otherwise friendly- on rare occasions, soft and tender hearted.
LOOKS: Dark brown straight hair, pink headband, deep blue ribbed turtleneck, blue tanktop, jeans, army boots.
BACKSTORY BEFORE YOU WERE BROUGHT: I lived in new york, with my parents, my grandmother and my puppy, Badger.
TALENTS: Playing the Violin and fencing.
OTHER: My apperance is based to what I'm wearing today. Slightly altered.
come... come... come... Come... COME!!
(February 6, 2017 - 4:20 pm)
Part one
~The Riddler
The Riddler had been dragged along for hours now. Dragged painfully across terrain that she couldn't recognize. Then, all at once--
"Ppzd! We're here!" A sharp voice hissed.
"Hurry then. If this one is smart, Naax, she'll unty the others. We need a loyal and brave leader, now don't we?"
A zipping noise, like a zipper being pulled down.
A sharp bark.
"That girl's dog came with her? How curious, this isn't a CAPTCHA."
Then hands brushed The Riddler's face and the blindfold was suddenly gone.
She sat up quickly as ropes fell away from her body.
Something dark green was under her--a duffle bag. Oh my playing cards, did I get kidnapped? Oh my ace, I did. Oh my Ace, oh my ace.
Ans around her was what she could only describe as a warehouse.
The floor was cement under her body, and there were rows upon rows of iron shelves that towered to the ceiling, forming aisles.
The Riddler got up and was about to investigate the cardboard boxes stacked on the shelf, when she noticed the bodies on the floor.
Each person blindfolded, tied up, and struggling viciously.
Riddler ran to the first one she saw and untied every knot she saw, taking the gag off quickly. The girl was slightly pale with a brown pixie cut, and her brown eyes blinked up at Riddler.
"You--" the girl started to say. Riddler held up her own arm to show where ropes had rubbed it raw. "I didn't take ya here. Now c'mon, help me with these guyses ropes."
Soon each of them was untied and Riddler was freaking out yet hiding it well.
Suddenly, a voice boomed from seemingly nowhere. "Welcome to your new prison, warehouse, testing facility, and home."
(February 7, 2017 - 10:14 am)
Part one
~The Riddler
The Riddler had been dragged along for hours now. Dragged painfully across terrain that she couldn't recognize. Then, all at once--
"Ppzd! We're here!" A sharp voice hissed.
"Hurry then, weux. If this one is smart, Naax, she'll unty the others. We need a loyal and brave leader, now don't we?"
A zipping noise, like a zipper being pulled down.
A sharp bark.
"That girl's dog came with her? How curious, this isn't a CAPTCHA."
Then hands brushed The Riddler's face and the blindfold was suddenly gone.
She sat up quickly as ropes fell away from her body.
Something dark green was under her--a duffle bag. Oh my playing cards, did I get kidnapped? Oh my ace, I did. Oh my Ace, oh my ace.
Ans around her was what she could only describe as a warehouse.
The floor was cement under her body, and there were rows upon rows of iron shelves that towered to the ceiling, forming aisles.
The Riddler got up and was about to investigate the cardboard boxes stacked on the shelf, when she noticed the bodies on the floor.
Each person blindfolded, tied up, and struggling viciously.
Riddler ran to the first one she saw and untied every knot she saw, taking the gag off quickly. The girl was slightly pale with a brown pixie cut, and her brown eyes blinked up at Riddler.
"You--" the girl started to say. Riddler held up her own arm to show where ropes had rubbed it raw. "I didn't take ya here. Now c'mon, help me with these guyses ropes."
Soon each of them was untied and Riddler was freaking out yet hiding it well.
Suddenly, a voice boomed from seemingly nowhere. "Welcome to your new prison, warehouse, testing facility, and home."
(February 7, 2017 - 10:14 am)
(February 7, 2017 - 6:54 pm)
Wuz I first untied?
(February 8, 2017 - 1:58 am)
Yes.
(February 9, 2017 - 10:35 am)
(February 7, 2017 - 7:08 pm)
me:
(February 7, 2017 - 7:36 pm)
Wow, this is amazing! I love it! Please keep it up! :)
(February 8, 2017 - 7:49 pm)
Keep going!!! Ur awesome!!!
(February 8, 2017 - 8:28 pm)
~Lucy B.
What in pencils? Did I get kidnapped? Just a moment ago I was CBing in my computer and then entered, what word was it? Come. My Lynx CAPTCHA wouldn't say that to me. Then, poof! I'm here, with a girl with long brown hair and golden-brown eyes.
My arms are raw from the ropes, but I start to untie a boy with brown hair the way mine USED to be, choppy hair that is impossible to get away from his eyes, which are, at the moment, blindfolded. He's also wearing an army coat, so different from my collared white shirt and jeans. Of course I'm still in the Sierra dress code. I haven't had a chance to change! I untie the blindfold and pull it off of his face. His eyes stare at me. Neither of us say a word, so I take the time to study his eyes. Green with gold flecks. You don't see that often in someone's eyes. I shove my glasses up on my face and help him up.
"Lucy," I say, grinning. "Official CBer and UnderTale maniac. Nice to meet ya. Also, you're welcome. And no, I did not kidnap you. I'm twelve."
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Hey @General Waffleson it's okay for me to untie you right?
(February 9, 2017 - 3:41 am)