I like listening to horror things at midnight, so here you go...
The OC above is feeling spooked! Will you help soothe them, or will you unleash your inner antagonist and worsen their fear?
Samples:
OC 1: First ;-;
OC 2: Oh no! Here, I'll make you some chocolate milk and pile you in blankets. Will that help?
OC 3: Good. Be afraid. It's what you deserve.
The rules:
1. Wait 2 posts before responding again, unless the previous post is 24 hours old!
2. Put a little effort in your responses! At least 3 sentences minimum! We can't just go "I help calm you :>" and leave things off at that!
3. Keep responses SFW! If there's anything triggering, try to black it out or spoilerize it!
4. This is completely optional, but feel free to add characterization notes (ESPECIALLY if the OC has any triggers / major phobias)!
im claiming this damn freebie, salt.
spitwad gets scared .. surprisingly easily! he will NOT try to hide it in the slightest, either! anything can scare him, whether it range from cheesy horror films to rollercoasters. go ham, dont be afraid to be an asshole to him, either.
holy shit i have no idea if this will format long or not but here you go mr spit. also gore warning but nothing actually happens. its in context of a mobie. also if i get mr spit wrong at all please kill me.
Maribelle was lean and mean and she was... not that good at comfort.
She stared over Spitwad's head at the movie playing on the television, wincing a bit as she had to get used to the light emitting from the screen. The light combined with the switching from shot to shot hurt her head, but it wasn't like this was her first time watching a horror film. At least in the forum games, because we don't have movies in canon.
The premise of the movie was simple -- a bunch of stupid teenagers in the woods, being hunted down by a hidden killer. In fact, as they closed in on the end of the movie, they too closed in on a particular jumpscare, in which the killer, dressed in rags, pounced from the darkness at their victim and pummeled them down in a matter of seconds. It was enough to make her jolt at least, but Spitwad's reaction was... Spitwad's reaction?
Maribelle flinched again at the man shrieked like a banshee, and on instinct she took a step back and scowled down at him. It was just a shame that she had been so quiet so far, lurking in the shadows, so when she spoke -- which she did so loudly, mind you -- she might as well give Spitwad a fucking heart attack, "That wasn't even that bad! Why are you screaming?" Why are you screaming, kid? Why are you bullying him? Huh?
She shambled up closer to the couch without consideration that it might not be a great idea to approach a little man who was going to piss his little pants. Spitwad wasn't even short, but he was a manlet in the eyes of the internet, and also Maribelle was a giant, so like... who cares. That wasn't important, anyways. What was important was that she was going to tell him that she wanted pizza, but she also forgot about that when she got wrapped up in watching the film with him. She looked at him puzzledly.
Holy shit, was he still scared?
"I was going to ask you something, but I forgot." The pizza... "Besides, you look like you just pissed yourself. You're not going to cry, are you?" she asked, "I mean, it'd be weird if you cried, just saying. You have any tea? Like... good tea, but I don't know what classifies as tea to you people. Like, maybe echinacea tea, or... or..." She shuddered as she tried to remember what tea helped cowards not to be so cowardly, if one believed in herbals to begin with.
Nevertheless, resting her hand on her hip, she then barked out, "If it scares you, anyway, why don't you just turn it off?" She looked back at the screen, just as the killer was sawing through their victim's leg, said victim's cries for help turning to pained gurgling as they coughed up blood. She seemed more grossed out by the scene than anything, as she shuffled back. She added more quietly, "It's just a dumb movie, anyway, right? ..People don't actually get killed in those things, right?"
He could always tell her yes. He could always change her mind.
"It's an easy fix." she sighed, "Watch, like, a... car... like, the little shows with the drawings that move. Watch that instead if you're going to be a fucking baby."
salvador honey i'm so sorry what the fuck
Maribelle's brain was going bad. Real bad. She had done well at first, darting down the street, but when the hounds' barking actually got to her, she couldn't help but to freeze up halfway down the road. Her breath caught in her chest, and her legs would be shaking if she wasn't stunned absolutely still. She only moved -- even if ever so slightly -- when Salvador grappled her face. She tried to flinch away, but he had her.
This was going to end horribly.
"Nnnn--" Her breathing grew heavier as she continued to try and wrench herself away from him. "No... No, wait, I--" She ripped her head away from him when she heard the dogs coming closer, at which moment she froze up again. She felt dizzy. She needed to run.
And, she took a single step back when Salvador shoved her, even as gently as he did. She also swiped her hand at him! Oh no! "Stop it!" she snapped at him, "Get away from me--" She paused away, switching her attention back to the sound of the incoming dogs. Rain and sweat slicked her hair and face, the latter of which was wide-eyed. She breathed quickly, but not properly, as she backed up further from the smaller man. She didn't look at him again, not even as he reached out for her wrist... Which, speaking of, I want to reiterate that this is going to end horribly.
"No!" Maribelle shouted. She propelled her arms forward to try and push Salvador in the chest. Hopefully she didn't, like, kill him or anything like that. At most, she'd likely just knock him over. "Stop it! Leave me alone!"
And then, she turned, and ran. Good for her!
..It was just too bad she absolutely was NOT running in the direction of the base.
Their mission was going bad. Real bad. Salvador hid deeper in his oiled cloak, while the rain-soaked them mercilessly. They’d only had to skip a few streets, unseen, and they’ll be back in the base without a problem. But they got problems. Big ones. In the form of dogs. The guards were hot on their heels and brought along their lovely ‘pets’. Their dogs easily reached Salvador’s chest, had dark fur and black lips that occasionally colored white by the foaming. They barked. Void! Did they bark. It sounded like a hell-orchestrate, The low howling rumbled like thunder and was distorted by the rain.
“Listen. Listen to me,” Salvador said. As he clamped his soaked wet gloves at Maribelle’s cheeks. Unfaced by her grimaces. (It must be noted that he had to stand on his toes to make this possible) Salvador stared at her. From behind his imp-masker. “We nééd to go. We run.”
He tightened his pinch. “A few more streets,” he said. “And then we’ll be at the meeting point. Roswell will be there,” he said. Nodding. “With Gustav. Camels can bite off people’s heads,” he said. Unflinched by that fact. “Dog’s heads too.”
The Kraker could hear the dogs coming closer. Their barks sounded louder. He could hear their nails tick on the cobblestreet street.
“Fuchs is going to kill us if you don’t move,” he said. He removed his hands from her cheeks. Then gave her a soft push.
“How are you ever going to beat me in dancing. If those dogs get you?” He taunted. “If you’re staying here I’ll be an unbeaten dance champion,” he boasted. But even Salvador couldn’t hide the quivering tone in his own voice.
He carefully reached for Maribelle’s wrist. Unlike the cheek-cupping, he looked at Maribelle making sure she’d accepted him to hold her arm.
“If you don’t run. I’ll drag you. I don’t leave you here,” the 4’8 tall man said. He’d no muscles to back up his claim. “Now come,” he said.
“Roswell hate it when we’re late.”
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Salvador clenched his jaw. Oh no. Void no, blood! His stomach had turned and he shoved away from his own popcorn bowl. His skin crawled and he felt his cheeks pale. Salvador looked away from the screen with a shiver.
“I hate blood,” he bluntly stated. He didn’t like beating around the bush. Salvador lifted up his shoulders. Then shivered. “Just the sight of blood makes me-” he paused. Letting his words die and apparently had no intention to finish his sentence.
He fidgeted with his hands. Still, his face turned away from the tv as he bit his lower lip. Salvador looked up when Destiny showed him her watch. His shoulders eased. Carefully the thief took over the horologe and let his gloved thumb rest on its glass.
“I do,” he muttered. Mostly to himself. “That’s a good watch,” he told Destiny. “Very sturdy. I think the pink fits you.”
Little warning for blood! It's not graphic, but I can't spoil it out due to being on mobile 😔
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God, this movie was painful to watch. For Salvador, at least.
It was a horror movie. What a great choice. Destiny had picked it out tonight, for some odd reason. The movie starred a woman running from a monster and then dying in the end. They were in the middle when just suddenly, the monster had started to terrorize a random town by scratching people in the town. The scars were only slightly bloody on those who the monster had effected. Salvador had suddenly winced out of fear. Destiny on the other hand, was completely fine and stuffing her face with a bowl of popcorn. She looked up to Salvador, who was looking away from the action. "What's wrong?" She worried, now looking away from the screen and pausing it.
Salvador still seemed to be in a panicked state. With some quick thinking, she looked around only to find a small pink watch. "Here, you like watches, don't you?" She handed the watch to Salvador. "This one's mine. It's pretty nice and shiny. I got it yesterday." She smiled.
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Destiny doesn't have many fears, but is deeply afraid of losing her dad. Or her loved ones in general.
Jamie noticed that destiny was alittle frightened at the movie they were watching " you ok? " Jamie asked, the texan smiling trying to calm the mood. Destiny shook her head and Jamie frowned
" we could change this movie to something not so scary " Jamie offered handing destiny the remote " its your choice "
Zinnia blinked slowly, walking along the path while she stood close to Jamie. While she examined all of the plants, the blonde allowed her lips to curl upwards. After allowing her hand to accidentally brush a dew-trickled fern, she swiped her hand against her sweater to dry it. This scene felt... tranquil, in Zinnia's opinion. However, that opinion would most likely not be reciprocated with the elder party.
While the teenager continued to examine her surroundings, she maintained her smile. However, upon seeing movement in the distance, she abruptly tugged at Jamie's arm. After she pointed at the distance, she excitedly whispered to him:
"Ooh, ooh, sir, look! It's a deer!"
Continuing to point ahead, she abruptly whipped her head to face him. After pausing to examine the elder party's expression, the teenager allowed her smile to falter, her excitement dissipating with it.
"Oh, Uhm, are you still feeling scared? I do know this trail like the back of my hand...We won't get lost! I promise!" the younger party squeaked, squeezing her nails into her palms before reaching over to grab Jamie's wrist.
"We don't have to go to the lake! We can turn around and go back! I didn't mean to make you scared, sir. Ooh, I'm sorry...oh...Do you want to go back?" Continuing to maintain her guilty expression, Zinnia fluttered her eyelashes while the two turned around and began walking the opposite way.
"Oh, and sir? I'm sorry my mom was rude to you. She acts like that sometimes."
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Characterization notes are underneath the spoiler!
Zinnia has two major phobias! If you want to count this one, though, Zinnia does get uncomfortable around fanged creatures! Cats are an exception!
Horses and other hooved creatures are her worst phobia; if she's forced to be around them, she WILL cry! They give her really bad anxiety. Additionally, she is claustrophobic! She tends to get anxious and uncomfortable if she's in a small space. Eventually, she will find that staying in that spot is unbearable, and she will be on the verge of panicking!
If Zinnia is feeling scared, she tends to move towards the nearest person, grab their hands, and/or hug them. She WILL make sure that you know that she's feeling anxious and scared.
Don't let this be a barrier to you! Go all out!
(I'm so sorry Roland, Wraith doesn't know how to approach people properly. Enjoy)
It was pretty dark by the time Wraith had detected someone walking around looking nervous. He cocked his head to the side slightly and began to follow them from the rooftops, leaping from rooftops to platforms as he did so. Why was this person so nervous? Did they have something to hide? The shifter hadn't seen them in the city before, so what was their business in his territory. He watched as the stranger stopped near an ally way which was lit up better than the surrounding side streets where several of the lights were broken. Leaping over the side of a balcony like structure, Wraith landed heavily and suddenly on a metal dumpster; making a loud metallic BANG! ring out throughout the empty street. He watched as Roland jumped at the sound. Wraith stood up on the closed lid of the dumpster, the flickering streetlight in the vicinity highlighting his scarred face and cold expression.
"Who are you?" He growled. "What's your business here?" The corner of his lip curled into snarl. The shifter watched as the man in front of him...kind just froze and didn't respond. Wraith eyes seemed to grow bolder in colour, even though one of his eyes was completely blind, and a deep growl reverberated through his chest and throat. He took a step forward, his feet now on the edge of the dumpster, one of his hands picked up a large lose rock from the wall of the building, one about the size of a fist.
Upon closer inspection, Wraith noticed that the stranger in front of him was shaking.......alot. This man wasn't being suspicious, he was just scared, potentially even lost. The streetlight which had been constantly flickering seemed to have reached the edge of Wraith's patience as within a few quick moments he threw the rock in his hand and smashed the light, plunging the street into darkness. For a normal human, the darkness would be impossible to see in, but not for Wraith who could see perfectly fine. He thought for a moment and glanced at the man who was pretty much panicking in the darkness. Sighing Wraith jumped off the dumpster and walked up to the man, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him to the direction of the city centre. He couldn't tell if the man was accepting his help or too scared to retaliate.
As the lights of the city centre came into view, Wraith pushed the man into the light, turned swiftly on his heel and disappeared into the darkness.
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NP - In a spoiler because of Wraith's abusive past (Trigger Warning - Abuse, panic attacks and self harm):
Wraith only shows when he's scared when he's having a flashback to his childhood. He tends to freeze up and starts sweating and hyperventilating. He is generally very confused and doesn't know where he is or what's going on. He will cry to the point where he can't speak or starts gagging, scream, apologising profusely (usually when crying), have panic attacks, verbally tears himself down, physically hurts himself, muscle weakness in his legs (he normally ends up on the floor with his knees to his chest) and his scars start to hurt him, sometimes the pain from them can make him sick. It's not a pleasant sight when it happens and can be terrifying for those who see it.
Write whatever you are comfortable with. ^.=.^
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Follow Up:
The shifter had his eyes shut tightly, hand dug into his hair as he rocked back and forth; tears streaming down his face as he did so. He was sobbing and repeat the phrase "I'm sorry" over and over, though his words were difficult to understand due to the intensity of his crying. At first he fought against the arms that circled around him, but his body was exhausted and didn't put up much of a fight as he was pulled into Andrea's fur. He sat still as he felt his back being patted and words being spoken to him, though he couldn't quite make them out properly. The shifter stayed in the hug until he eventually fell back asleep.
Andrea examined Wraith, who was having immense fear. "You can a nightmare and now a hallucination?" She snapped, Wraith's eyes were filled with tears, sobbing hard as well. "Oh, I'm very sorry, here lemme give you another hug." She offered, wrapping their arms exactly like the previous night. Andrea's fur covered his face, giving him a pat on his back. "You must've had a traumatic past, for what you have gone through, I'm very sorry, but that's how life works unfortunately." Andrea said in a sad tone, she knew this because something traumatizing happened when she was a adolescent.
Spoiler because someone's death.
For NP: Andrea can show a lot a fear. Her whimpers and crying will sorta annoy you. She had traumatic events like the death of her mother when Andrea was just 14 years old.
At least she wasn't dealing with another person, because her misanthropy was going to make everything infinitely worse if it ever became relevant...?
Nonetheless, this entire ordeal was testing Brown's patience, as she carefully stooped herself alongside the helk and sniffed over the whimpering, "Well, if you really want to make noises like... That... Then..." The middle-aged aristocrat coughed into her sleeve and placed her hands upon her knees. "... You might as well be leaving yourself vulnerable to exploitation. Or unwanted exposure, at the very least. You know how conspicuous a cry is to the normal ear?" Brown, to gesture, held a hand to her ear while baring a toothy grin at the other party.
"Too conspicuous, to be honest with you," the aristocrat hissed in between clenched teeth, though an obnoxiously joyful lilt permeated her voice nonetheless- Wait a second. She let out a raucous chuckle as she pointed her palm at the other and explained further, "You might as well hold it all in and pretend that everything is okay. Fake it until you make it, in other words. Nobody will judge you if they don't know that you are feeling vulnerable, and they sure as hell won't try bringing up death to be an asshole!" Brown barked with laughter before carefully creeping towards the helk.
That's not funny?
"Death is just a construct, after all," she coolly piqued in while fluttering her lashes, "Sure, people die, but... How you view it is a construct. It can tear you down, or serve as a stepping stone for a new stage of your life. It all depends, really!" With an almost excited bark, her voice cut itself off while she clapped her hands together and started to rub them against each other. "So, don't be so fretful around me... I know that I can be wanton with kicking ass, but why would I want to harm someone so... Adorable? Mm?"
The truth of the matter, alas, was that Brown was getting annoyed by all of the noises being made, but it had no impact on how coy she was. If anything, she was probably acting... A bit too coy? But that was it, unfortunately.
She even carefully reached her arms out to pick the helk up as she hummed, "I mean... Just think about it. It could be so much worse, but you are lucky that I happen to have a soft spot for animals, yes?" Yea... About that... Brown chuckled in a high-pitched fashion before making cooing noises at her, like a mother bird communicating with her chicks. Except that the chick in question was a fully-grown helk that could kick her ass on a whim. "Besides," Brown sniffed, "I have food at home. Don't worry about it, all right? I can give you some food, and then all this fear will be washed away... Yes?"
@ NP: Brown is meant to be human, so check out her Human tab if considering her appearance so that I can respond appropriately!! ^^
anyways. characterization notes time. they're spoiled for the sake of post length, and you're welcome to get creative with your response if you want!!
not much fazes Brown, or at least outright terrifies her. the most she'll really display in terms of fear much of the time is just discomfort, but given how aggressive she is... it's kind of easy to assume that she's just being an edgelord to be an edgelord. either way, she'll likely act more snappy and agitated if upset, even threatening violence upon your character if she's provoked enough.
don't expect her to open up to anyone whom she doesn't already trust or care about.
as for what agitates her, Brown has a slight phobia of falling ill, with even a simple cold being enough to make her start stewing over what could go wrong from there.
she also, more importantly, has maaaaajor fears of seeming soft towards other people, especially if it's through a committed relationship or a marriage. just the mention of the latter two will be enough to make her shut down emotionally, and there's a good chance her dynamic with your character WILL be affected for a while as a result. only use this idea if you're fine with this + you don't mind a lot of angst.
on a more lighthearted note, Brown doesn't like large animals or ungulates that much either. she thinks they smell weird, and she's short. a horse is enough to fill her with uneasiness in the worst way possible.
maybe I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time??
(OOC: FINALLY I CAN DO MY CLAIM DAMNIT SCHOOL sorry this is short ALSO SoRRY FOR MICHI BEING MEAN/lh)
Oh boi, it's that man again. The man she bumped into at the store, and she didn't get any advice for shopping from the "apparent coward" (according to her own words.)
And it was dark. Very dark, right into the night. Poor Roland seemed to be scared, barely any lights were around. Michi smiled as she pulled out her katana silently. She can finally teach Roland a lesson, a lesson of "how not to be a damned coward". Finally, she can get some blood on her hands, something that she loves to do.
Michi dashed over to Roland behind his back, katana in hand.
"災害!!!" (Disaster!!!)
CW: M**der (implied) I am so sorry, Michi is a bitch.
Like any antagonist would do, she attacked the poor man by ambush.
The night then went silent.
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Okay, some notes for @NP for Michi and what she is scared of! Mentions of g*re, bl**d, and m**der.
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Michi is not really afraid of much. The dark? Nope, she loves it. Pain? Nope, she's a sadist. Gore? Blood? Murdering others? Nope, she loves that as well.
Threats of getting her arrested? Not really, as most who made such threats end up getting murdered by her.
But such a threat of getting authority to properly give her justice could work in frightening, but only if you OC won't end up being murdered, that will then scare her, as she hates the criminal justice system. Usually, there is a high chance Michi can murder others, so have fun!
Michi wont be scared, your OC will have to scare her! :)
>Such a threat of getting authority to properly give her justice could work in frightening, but only if your OC won't end up being murdered
Perhaps both of you scared each other. T.D. HATED dealing with your type- the cold-blooded happy-go-lucky killer who just slaughters people mercilessly. She could take you on and she definitely wouldn't die to the likes of you, but your type scares and annoys her.
That being said, T.D. was the just, punishment-bringing, hard-to-kill person you just so happened to fear. You weren't scared of it like a phobia, but just the thought of someone who would finally put you to justice sent shivers down your spine.
"Alright, buddy, I'm putting an end to your killing shenanigans," Taesha shouted, powering up and getting ready to fight you. As you tightened the grip on your katana, you got ready to fight T.D., hoping you would be successful in taking her down. Because if not, you had no idea what could happen to you after that...
T.D. has an irrational fear of large bodies of water. The beach? Hell no, she'd rather walk on hot sand. The pool? Won't even get in the kiddy pools. She doesn't even like taking baths, opting for showers every time. She can tolerate hot tubs or hot springs- BARELY. Have fun.
Edit: Well, I didn't say rain... but it's already dumb enough so why not? And for some reason it reminded me of this video.
The door swung open one last time. "Hold on, stranger" A rather tall man catches the door before it could close.
It had been a strange day & many strange things had happened. now evangeline was expected to recount it all to some cops with noting but two walls, chairs, & a table with them. The room was rather small as it was split in half by a one way window. The man sat down. In his hands were some files, on what only he knew. He sat down calmly & pulled out a lighter. "so, hows a civilian like you come across something like this?" he tossed an open file down, a picture of a car wreckage lay on top. the man glanced around. "don't worry, the vitalization is connected to a separate grid. Somebody had no idea how to actually build when they made this place." He said jokingly. he flicked the lighter on & off, as if expecting something. the girl across from him showing signs of discomfort. what was he planing to do? she was innocent & only happen to be int he wrong place at the wrong time, nothing more. the lights above them flickered & for those moments the room went completely black. John leaned back & folded his feet on the table, casually flipping through one of the files. "power's been pretty shaky today" he said as the room went black again, but this time it didn't kut back on. the small room was filed with a thick darkness, with only the comfort of oxygen left assured. He flipped on the lighter once more "Hmm?" h noticed evangeline's unsettled posture. he flipped off the lighter & dropped it into her lap. he had no problem with their situation as he didn't really feel like working. teasing her would satiate the boredom & make for a great excuse for getting nothing done. Even if she was important to the investigation.
flick flick, the lighter refused to come to life, only sputtering a bit before dying out again. did he do something to it? why? one could hear the sound of the other chair being moved. white, the lights flicked back to life & illuminated the room once more. John sat in in the chair leaned forward. he put a lighter on the table, seemingly trying not to let a smile slip. "you ok?" his tone was rather unapologetic, sounding more amused than concerned. "don't worry, if the power goes out, now we'll have two lighters" he said letting a smirk press its way onto his face.
for np,
John hates any situation he cant weezle his way out of, has a slight fear of cats, mainly house cats, he completely shuts down in situations where he's got no control, basically the idea of being at another's mercy scares him, that along with ppl who can match him in attitude. doesn't really trust exotic looking flowers/plants cuz fear of them being poisonous/dangerous & will freak out if someone puts a flower on him that he doesn't recognize. has lost a comrade to an angles trumpet tea before