Post by Vaellin the Bard on Mar 12, 2024 14:39:06 GMT -6
“My, my, my” Drosselmeyer states with a laugh. “The Devil did it? Why I should have expected this from the creature from hell!”
A large cog appears out of nowhere, swiping between the group and passing between Devil and the rest of the newcomers. He vanishes when it passes and the cog turns, showing a flat version of the Devil drawn crudely on the cog.
From there, the group can only watch as a horrible scene plays out.
A large cog appears out of nowhere, swiping between the group and passing between Devil and the rest of the newcomers. He vanishes when it passes and the cog turns, showing a flat version of the Devil drawn crudely on the cog.
From there, the group can only watch as a horrible scene plays out.
{The Devils End}
The Devil finds himself in a mortal body, hunger panging him as he walks across the desert. He stumbles across a man with a farmland. Ah ha! He’d seen the before. Instead of having the farmer get the edge on him, he offers to work the field himself, to give the farmer the top half and he takes the bottom half.
The Devil of course plants radishes to trick the farmer, turn the ruse that’d been worked on him against this new man. Then the day comes and the Devil reveals his clever trick. The farmer, enraged, pulls out his shotgun and shoots the Devil straight in the face.
His mortal form falls and the Devil cries out in pain, separating spirit from corpse. However, as he rises the farmer pulls out a cross and some holy water, quickly following up to have the Devil hurt even as his flesh is no longer corporeal. He retreats, smaller and smaller until he tries desperately to return to the flames of Hell, where he remains for a long time even in immortal years.
The Devil finds himself in a mortal body, hunger panging him as he walks across the desert. He stumbles across a man with a farmland. Ah ha! He’d seen the before. Instead of having the farmer get the edge on him, he offers to work the field himself, to give the farmer the top half and he takes the bottom half.
The Devil of course plants radishes to trick the farmer, turn the ruse that’d been worked on him against this new man. Then the day comes and the Devil reveals his clever trick. The farmer, enraged, pulls out his shotgun and shoots the Devil straight in the face.
His mortal form falls and the Devil cries out in pain, separating spirit from corpse. However, as he rises the farmer pulls out a cross and some holy water, quickly following up to have the Devil hurt even as his flesh is no longer corporeal. He retreats, smaller and smaller until he tries desperately to return to the flames of Hell, where he remains for a long time even in immortal years.
The cog shuts like a book, nonexistent pages fluttering closed and Drosselmeyer chuckles. “And that is the true end to the Devil’s tale, such a great tragedy isn’t it? And well deserved for what he did to my assistant!”
{Results}
The remaining five feel unease at this. Something doesn’t feel right. This doesn’t feel like justice. This isn’t how the story goes! Because the Devil was Not Guilty. Suddenly memories come back, each person remembering a bit from their time in a haze. The goose grabbing the rope from the boathouse and bringing it to the clock tower. Snow White grabbing a hammer from the market place, and heading back to the academy to knock her out. Baby Bear grabbing Edel’s unconscious body and the hammer and carrying it to the clock tower, none of the residents noticing despite the oddity. Papa bear heading to the clock tower and breaking the cogs with the hammer. T̶̼̄̋͊ȟ̵̻̼͑̓́̊͝ȩ̸̢̢̧̦̹͐́̒͂͛ ̵͖͔̟̳͚̺̜̭̄̾͌͐͑̚D̴̨̘̑̊̓͐̈ͅȇ̸̢̻͇͇̆̏̚͝v̸̧̲̤̺̫͚̌͑̈́̏̓͜͜i̶̥̗̜͙̩͐ͅl̴̛̩̑̇͑̏̆̎͝ ̷̠͉̜̘͓͒͂̃ů̴̦͎̏̂̈́͂͒͐̕s̷̛͎͔̞̯͒̐̀̌ī̴̛̤͈͊͐̓͗́ǹ̴̰ͅg̴̛̠̽̎̽͌̑͝ ̷̛̥̘̰̬̦̃̍͂͗̍̊͜ͅt̷͍͇̂͂̆̉h̶̢̛̻́͝ḛ̸̯̤̈́̔͋ ̷̣̮̅̃͒̒͛̈́̀͝r̸͖̳̣͍̼̃͆o̴͇̙̣͌̅̃p̴̛̬͝ë̸̮́̽̓̓ ̶̙̞̪͐͂̆́̈́͝ã̵̬̥̹̉͊́͐͠ṅ̵̢̟̼͒͛̏̒̃̓͒d̷͎͇̺̀ ̴̼͙͇͔͒s̶̰̪̪̮͓̓̈́ḛ̸̲̩̙͎̀͂̏͋͜͝͝ͅț̸̮͇͈̱̥͊́̄͜͝t̷̢̥̻͎̫͝͝i̸̹͛̔́͊̓̎̔͝n̷̨̞̪̟͇̹̐g̸̢̡͔͈̯͑̿ ̶̨̩̦̰̊͊͐͛͋͊ų̴̬͎̝̳̭̽ͅp̴̢͓͙͕̪̬͍̈́̇͐͜͝ ̸̖̘͇̖͍̝̑͊͛̈́͜͜ṱ̴̻̿̉̾͛̏͌̀͘ͅh̷͔̮̟̽͛̋̎̚͝ͅé̸̛̖̳͔͊͗̀̅̃ ̶̣̥̳̗̳̈́̓̄̈̓͋ͅt̶̤̪̹̬̅̈́͂̓̂̅̂͌ͅͅř̴̪͈̭̞͔̲̪́̍͊̀̿͘͝ȁ̵͓͓̤̀́͊̉̏͊̋͜p̵̨̺̫̳̺̂̅̌̒͝,̶̥̻̘̔̌̑͒̈ ̸̦̺͑́̌͋̓̕t̸̲̰͙̻̦̏̓̈́̄͋̈́̈́͠r̸̞̼͛͂̊̽̓̆͂̚y̶̗͚̻̲̹̌̿́̽̇̾͐ĭ̵̗̮̻͉͙̥̊̄̃n̴̗̯̻̓g̸̩̈́ ̷̦͒̎͑́E̶̫͖͙̣͠d̵͔͎̯̦̔̑ė̸̡͉͔͊͗̍͜͠l̷̢͍̣̓͑̓̓̓́̕ ̷̨̫̲̼̙͓̳͔̈́͐̍͝u̸̲̝̲̹͗ͅṕ̶̜̅̿͂͝.̶̜̰͂̈͝ And Humpty Dumpty performing the final shove…
*And each person hearing one consistent voice controlling them, distinct with the sound of cogs and laughter. The true culprit: Drosselmeyer.
The remaining five feel unease at this. Something doesn’t feel right. This doesn’t feel like justice. This isn’t how the story goes! Because the Devil was Not Guilty. Suddenly memories come back, each person remembering a bit from their time in a haze. The goose grabbing the rope from the boathouse and bringing it to the clock tower. Snow White grabbing a hammer from the market place, and heading back to the academy to knock her out. Baby Bear grabbing Edel’s unconscious body and the hammer and carrying it to the clock tower, none of the residents noticing despite the oddity. Papa bear heading to the clock tower and breaking the cogs with the hammer. T̶̼̄̋͊ȟ̵̻̼͑̓́̊͝ȩ̸̢̢̧̦̹͐́̒͂͛ ̵͖͔̟̳͚̺̜̭̄̾͌͐͑̚D̴̨̘̑̊̓͐̈ͅȇ̸̢̻͇͇̆̏̚͝v̸̧̲̤̺̫͚̌͑̈́̏̓͜͜i̶̥̗̜͙̩͐ͅl̴̛̩̑̇͑̏̆̎͝ ̷̠͉̜̘͓͒͂̃ů̴̦͎̏̂̈́͂͒͐̕s̷̛͎͔̞̯͒̐̀̌ī̴̛̤͈͊͐̓͗́ǹ̴̰ͅg̴̛̠̽̎̽͌̑͝ ̷̛̥̘̰̬̦̃̍͂͗̍̊͜ͅt̷͍͇̂͂̆̉h̶̢̛̻́͝ḛ̸̯̤̈́̔͋ ̷̣̮̅̃͒̒͛̈́̀͝r̸͖̳̣͍̼̃͆o̴͇̙̣͌̅̃p̴̛̬͝ë̸̮́̽̓̓ ̶̙̞̪͐͂̆́̈́͝ã̵̬̥̹̉͊́͐͠ṅ̵̢̟̼͒͛̏̒̃̓͒d̷͎͇̺̀ ̴̼͙͇͔͒s̶̰̪̪̮͓̓̈́ḛ̸̲̩̙͎̀͂̏͋͜͝͝ͅț̸̮͇͈̱̥͊́̄͜͝t̷̢̥̻͎̫͝͝i̸̹͛̔́͊̓̎̔͝n̷̨̞̪̟͇̹̐g̸̢̡͔͈̯͑̿ ̶̨̩̦̰̊͊͐͛͋͊ų̴̬͎̝̳̭̽ͅp̴̢͓͙͕̪̬͍̈́̇͐͜͝ ̸̖̘͇̖͍̝̑͊͛̈́͜͜ṱ̴̻̿̉̾͛̏͌̀͘ͅh̷͔̮̟̽͛̋̎̚͝ͅé̸̛̖̳͔͊͗̀̅̃ ̶̣̥̳̗̳̈́̓̄̈̓͋ͅt̶̤̪̹̬̅̈́͂̓̂̅̂͌ͅͅř̴̪͈̭̞͔̲̪́̍͊̀̿͘͝ȁ̵͓͓̤̀́͊̉̏͊̋͜p̵̨̺̫̳̺̂̅̌̒͝,̶̥̻̘̔̌̑͒̈ ̸̦̺͑́̌͋̓̕t̸̲̰͙̻̦̏̓̈́̄͋̈́̈́͠r̸̞̼͛͂̊̽̓̆͂̚y̶̗͚̻̲̹̌̿́̽̇̾͐ĭ̵̗̮̻͉͙̥̊̄̃n̴̗̯̻̓g̸̩̈́ ̷̦͒̎͑́E̶̫͖͙̣͠d̵͔͎̯̦̔̑ė̸̡͉͔͊͗̍͜͠l̷̢͍̣̓͑̓̓̓́̕ ̷̨̫̲̼̙͓̳͔̈́͐̍͝u̸̲̝̲̹͗ͅṕ̶̜̅̿͂͝.̶̜̰͂̈͝ And Humpty Dumpty performing the final shove…
*And each person hearing one consistent voice controlling them, distinct with the sound of cogs and laughter. The true culprit: Drosselmeyer.
{Notes from Vael}
(Sorry! I won’t lie, I had always wanted to have a mini where the host actually IS the culprit. We always jokingly put them on the polls after all. So when no one signed up, I thought… why not? I had hoped I put enough clues that that could feel right, but wasn’t outright obvious and I hope I succeeded! Toasty and Satori actually guessed the plot pretty early. I have a screenshot mwahaha)
(Sorry! I won’t lie, I had always wanted to have a mini where the host actually IS the culprit. We always jokingly put them on the polls after all. So when no one signed up, I thought… why not? I had hoped I put enough clues that that could feel right, but wasn’t outright obvious and I hope I succeeded! Toasty and Satori actually guessed the plot pretty early. I have a screenshot mwahaha)
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