forum “What’s your greatest fear?” // 5/5, closed // Stalkers welcome!

Started June 19, 2023 by @the-void-phantasmic group

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(When was the last time M was online? Like two-three days ago? Wonder what's got them busy?)

(I'd say at least have the starter up, but if it needs our character's names or like a specific trait that's on the sheets then I guess you'll have to wait-)

Where am I?

Daphne looks around the room she just appeared in, feeling confused and a little dizzy. She shakes her head and immediately heads toward the door. She attempts to open the door, but it’s locked. She jiggles the doorknob a little, and even hits the door a few times. Her heart starts racing. She always hated being locked in a room… Fuck, fuck, fuck- calm down, you’re fine- Daphne takes a few shallow breaths, then looks around again, and sees the note on the table. She walks to the table and picks up the note, her hands shaking.

Welcome, contestant. A staff member will see you in a few minutes to lead you to the main room, where you’ll meet the others. Wait a minute…

That letter she got. She thought it was just some stupid prank, but… You and your fellow contestants will meet each other in about two weeks… it’s been two weeks since she got that letter, and now she’s trapped in a random room, with this note on the table. Definitely not a trick.

As she stares at the letter, she hears the door opening. She flinches hard, dropping the letter back on the table and turning around. There’s a girl, about her age, standing in the doorway, with her hands behind her back. “Daphne Allen?”

Daphne blinks a few times, then slowly nods. “Uh… yep, that’s me.” How did she know my name?

The girl nods and steps aside. “It’s time to meet the others.”

Daphne just stands there for a moment, bewildered. “…Okay.” She quickly steps out of the room, and follows the girl down a hallway. She looks around and starts fidgeting. This is bad… this is really bad…

In the other rooms, other staff members are gathering the rest of the contestants, each saying the same thing. The creepiest part? Somehow they all know everything about the contestants. Their name, where they live, but most importantly… their deepest, darkest fears. But that surely won’t cause any problems.

…Right?

(I’ll be narrating the NPCs in between responses btw)

Character template:

Basic Info

Name: Francis Clover
Nicknames (if any): Fran or Clover
Age: 17
Gender and pronouns: Male; He/him/his

Appearance

Skin tone: medium
Identifying marks (scars/birthmarks/etc): Scar on his face from left eyebrow to right of his chin.
Height: 5'10
Weight: 172 lb
Eye color: Hazal
Hair color: Dark brown
Hair style: Curly/ wavy
Body type: Thin but a little muscular
Usual outfit (optional):
Face claim (optional):
Voice (optional):

Personality

Basic personality: Clover usually is a nice person. He always tries to help people and is, in general, a nice guy to be around. If you are rude to anyone he likes though, he wont like you much.
Sexuality: Straight
Greatest Fears: He fears the pain of loosing a loved one (In background) And Claustrophobia
Motivations: He usually gets motivated after listening to music, and usually likes taking walks in the forest because he enjoys the animals there.
Hobbies: Reading, writing, Bird watching etc.
Talents: He can make little trinkets out of anything you give him.
Background (optional): When clover was 14 he had been outside playing ball in his yard. He heard a noise and he went to investigate. He found what looked to be a metal ball that could be taken apart. He took it in his house and started to take it apart, trying to figure out what it was… It was a bomb. Some how he had survived the explosion but fate had a different idea for his parents.
Physical conditions: He has a limp that's not to noticeable.
Mental conditions: N/A
Other:

What the fuck just happened to me? Tseth looks around the room he had just appeared in. It was small, and plain, and the table had a note on it. Wait, what? He picks up the note, and after he reads it he sets it back down. That wasn't some fake letter from who-knows-where a couple weeks back? Shit, I need to get out of here. Now. He tries to open the door, but it's locked. His breaths become quicker as he paces around the room. He bangs on the door, but it doesn't budge. Let me out of here-

As Tseth bangs on the door, a boy that looks to be in his teen years opens it. He looks slightly startled, but quickly regains his composure. “Uh-“ The boy clears his throat. “Kody Tsethlekai Stryker-? It’s time to meet the others.” He steps to the side, beckoning to Tseth. “_{Follow me-}”

Salmook sways a little as he stands. Oof… maybe he wasn't supposed to eat those mushrooms… or at least not so many… It's like he drank a bowl of pond-water - his stomach ties itself into knots.
He stumbles, narrowly catching himself on a table. Heaving, Salmook picks himself up. Where… is he?
Where's the forest? Where's the cold? Where's his home-nest?
Salmook sniffs at the room around him. He's no stranger to seeing mirages, but they've never been so… vivid. There's not much to look at, really: the table he's leaning on, a blanket-den (a bed?) in a corner, and a door. The room smells real- Salmook thinks so, at least.
A small sheet of parchment on the table catches Salmook's attention. Is it real? He pokes at it, he grabs it, he holds it. The sheet is real, and there's real writing on it. Only… that's not Runic, is it?
Salmook tips his head. Definitely not Runic. He whines, turning the sheet over in his hands.
Come to think of it, he's still hungry… Salmook bites at the sheet without a second thought, ripping and tearing it to wet shreds.

A woman, who looks to be in her 20s, walks into Salmook’s room, staring at him. She clears her throat to get his attention, then speaks in a monotonous voice. “Salmook Greyforge… it’s time to meet the others.” She looks slightly disgusted at Salmook. Great. A feral little child. Probably raised by wolves…

Blaze blinks.

She strains her ears.

She reaches around her warily.

She could tell immediately that this wasn't the base. Not anywhere even close to it.

She could tell by the sound of the water in the pipes - much different from what she was used to hearing in the war ravaged Revlon Sector, where she was stationed.

Despite her inherent lack of vision, she starts to slowly navigate her room, searching for a table, or a chair.

She'd gotten her letter a few weeks ago. Back then, she scoffed it off. After all, that stuff wasn't real. Her world was based around science, fact and logic.

And yet, it had been written in braille, the only way she could read.

There had been that nagging feeling that maybe, maybe, it was true. Turns out, it was.

She pats herself down, but finds what she feared to be true: none of her knives, or her guns, had come with her. All she was in was her military uniform. She sighs and calls out in a strong, but light, voice.

"Captain Blaze Arkini demands that whoever is outside that door, come in. I wish to have a couple words with you." she says authoritatively.

A girl walks into the room right as Blaze speaks. She sounds about 18 or 19. “Blaze Arkini..? It’s time to meet the others. Perhaps we’ll have time to speak later.” She keeps a hand near her tranquilizer pen, just in case.

Francis didn't know what was going on. One second, he was trying to clear his mind in the forest and the next, He was in a room that he had never seen or been in before. He tried to keep calm, realizing he had petal of a Lily he had gotten from the forest. He used that to calm himself down. When he was calm he had started to look around but he couldn't find anything useful.

What the hell… Francis thought, feeling his heart beating quickly in his chest. He went over to the bed and sat down. I don't know where I am, I have no idea how I got here, and I don't know why- His thoughts were cut off from the dripping of the pipes. He shook it off and laid on the bed. He was fidgeting with the Lily petal but carefully, so he wouldn't rip it.

(After the second round of responses I’ll just kill the turn system for a little since all the characters will probably be in the main room)

A man, about in his mid-20s, walks into Francis’s room. “Francis Clover?” He holds his tranquilizer pen in his hand casually. “It’s time to meet the others. Follow me.” He immediately walks out of the room, expecting Francis to follow.

The girl, who had introduced herself as Sylvia, leads Daphne into a relatively large room, with a few tables and chairs. It seems like she was the first one there, although Sylvia said that the others would be there soon. Daphne looks around restlessly, tapping her foot, but she doesn’t move from her spot.

Tseth looks at the boy when he opens the door. He looks a mix of about a million different emotions, but after the boy speaks it’s mostly anger and confusion. ”Who in Eden are you, and how did you know my name?” Those were just a couple of the questions he had. He didn’t like it here, and he didn’t like the fact that this person somehow knew his full name. What else did he know? Tseth needed to find a way out of this place immediately.