[Sylvexi]

Username + ID: Sylvexi + 765699
Archive: https://toyhou.se/Sylvexi/characters/folder:3304301
prompt: Whisper dunks their head into the apple bobbing bucket to snatch apples. But their entire head ends up drenched when they resurface, thick fur sopping wet from the water. This'll take a long time to dry...

[Centipedes]

The users who participated in yesterday's apple bobbing will be receiving a halloween mystery myo shortly in their banks <3!

The pokemon are gathered around the warm campfire which lights their faces up with ominous shadows, exchanging myths of legends and scary stories. The talking stick is handed off to you and the crowd’s stares are now on you, can you give them a good thrill that’s sure to shake their bones? (minimum 100 words / maximum 400 words or 1 scene art piece)

[Wretched.Felidae]

Username + ID: Wretched.felidae + 810686
Archive: X
prompt: The breeze was persistent at kindling at the campfire’s flame, each breeze giving each Pokémon a shiver that would slice into their bones as they rattled with fear and anticipation. Stolas had stepped up to tell a tale, standing on a log in front of the fire to he a bit taller, he puffed out his chest and cackled.
“Let me tell you a tale, a tale about some trainers that refused to give their Pokémon treats!” His tail flickered with excitement as he had all eyes and ears focused on him. He felt like a little celebrity. “There were these two trainers, they co-owned a team. This team won every battle! They fought bad guys, participated in competitions, they even had a shot at becoming champions!” He cleared his throat and walked the log as he spoke. “No matter how hard those Pokémon worked for their trainers, they were never thanked.. rewarded.. given breaks.. After numerous attempts to get the trainers to show some appreciation- the Pokémon plotted to teach them a lesson.” He gave a dramatic pause. “When they were on their way to the finals, the pokemon waited until the last battle. The trainer gave a few commands, but none of them responded.. It wasn’t too shortly after that they had turned on their trainers and turned them into the treats! Hahaha!” Stolas gave his usual hyena like snicker.

[Alec_Cat]

Username + ID: Alec_Cat — 1051390
Archive: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=4791841
prompt:

words=307

Zander sat eagerly at the campfire with all the other pokemon, shivering at the chilling stories everyone told. His heart hammered behind his fuzzy chest as he took hold of the talking stick. The zorua gave a soft clearing of his throat before he narrowed his eyes, tilting his head down as he started to speak.

“One night, a lonely little sentret was startled awake in his room by a loud thud. He jolted up!! Glancing around the room wildly to spy a book of his had fallen to the floor. ‘How strange’, the sentret thought. He lit the candle by his bed and got up, moving to grab the book to put it back. He froze in place however as what he saw….or rather….didn’t see made him stop dead in his tracks. His shadow was gone.”

‘But that’s impossible!’ The sentret thought as he glanced around wildly along the floor, trying in vain to spy his shadow. Distracted by it, he didn’t notice the slowly looming dark figure behind him until he felt a full body chill.

With a slow…slow turn he turned around….

Only for his shadow to suddenly consume him entirely, unable to make a single sound!!” Zander made a sudden pounce at the pokemon next to him with a big grin, startling the deerling before she gave him a playful push back and he settled back down in his spot.

“With a loud gasp and cry, the sentret woke up, having fallen from his bed onto the floor. ‘What a scary dream…’ He thought as he stood up. Nervously he looked down at the ground…and saw his shadow still there. Staring back."

"The End!” He swished the stick in the air like a punctuation to the story, feeling proud at his tale before passing along the stick.

[PikachuTori25]

Username + ID: PikachuTori25 - 47866
Archive: Here
prompt: (200 Words)

Grapes went wide eyed as the talking stick was passed to him... Did he have any spooky stories...? He was caught up in listening to the other stories he didn't even think up one himself. He thought for a moment before suddenly jumping up and grinning, standing up tall. "One night there I was.. I was playing in a lake with some of my friends, it was a peaceful night.... until I swear I just saw my reflection blink.. I looked back into the water... but nothing... So I went back to playing.... Then night went on and We all gathered around a campfire just like the one in front of us... We were all joking and having a good time... but I swear I couldn't get the image of my reflection blinking out of my head... So I wandered down to the lake again and looked into the water......" Grapes pause. "..But again, nothing happened.... and then suddenly a loud splash happened behind me as I began to walk away. I quickly looked back and spotted a pair of eyes watching me from the waterline. I ran out of there as soon as I could.... and never looked back."

[Dragonheart48]

Username + ID: Dragonheart48 | 783708
Archive: Here
Prompt:
233 words
Emboar lounged around the fire they'd ignited and fixed their gaze on their traveling companion.

"I told one of our legends, what were you haunted by when you were younger", she said with a smile.

The aggraligatr frowned for a moment trying to remember the scariest thing they could think of from their quiet remote home, "There wasn't much to frighten us because of the isolation, but the scariest thing was when we were left while the parents went to find food. When we were alone in the dark it was easy to think there was something scary out there scrapping against the entrance of the caves. Unfortunately there was little beyond that in the way of scary stories".

"That's fair enough", Emboar said continuing to stoke the flames.

"Traveling though, there was one village on the edge of these woods that seemed to be saturated by this fog that never went away. It was said that anyone who traveled through those woods would never come back out, and they would never be able to leave. Trapped forever in the mist, according to some even far beyond someone's death", the Aggraligatr said.

Leaning in so the fire would glint off of their steel armoring as they told the brief story. Their friend may not have been scared but their smile at them getting into telling the story was worth it all the same.

[bakuraas.]

Username + ID: bakuraas. + 876991
Archive: [ click ]
prompt: (231 words)
Manchi looked at this stick with a blank expression, not that they could how much else expression. They tried to think of a short story that would cause some folks to be disturbed ever so slightly, wanting to impress but also not wanting to hold attention for too long, they had pranks to get to after this.

"Once upon a time, a seaking and his children were swimming across the ocean. They entered a foggy portion of water, and the seaking wanted to make sure his children were still there. When he turned to look behind himself, he saw their shadows trailing behind him, so he continued on. The water got murkier and foggier, and the seaking turned around again, their shadows barely visible. He decided to move closer to keep an eye on his children, but the shadows were not his children at all, but discarded plastic bags floating in the dirty water. In the midst of his panic, the water turned darker, the greens of the murky liquid turned into black, and the seaking was consumed in it. He was never seen again. Sometimes, trainers will fish up goldeen that only spit up black ooze, only for the pokemon and the trainer to disappear into darkness. And so the seaking's children take revenge on the creatures who created the murk and darkness that took them and their father away."

[soras]

Username + ID: soras + 814024
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prompt:

[Eevee55]

Username + ID: Eevee55 + 1033286
Archive: Here!
prompt: [word count: 251 | Pokemon used: Eric ]

Eric glances at the stick that had been handed to him, and then at the waiting stares of the rest of the group. They shrug and decide to tell a tale, hoping it will be scary enough for everyone else. "There is a forest, many miles from here, that no one is allowed to enter. The reason for this is that, although many have entered it over the years, only one has ever returned. And what that lone individual had to say about it was... Well, I'll let you decide for yourself."
"It was a dark evening, with only the smallest sliver of a crescent moon providing any light, when they entered the forest. They had been dared to enter it, despite the reports of people going missing, so in they walked. At first, the forest seemed like any other forest. Trees, rocks, and lots of paths, most of which were unmarked. The only thing even slightly unusual about it was that it was completely silent in there. ...Deathly silent."
"There were no sounds of animals, not even nocturnal ones. Though the air was cold and breezy, wind could not be heard rustling through the branches and leaves of the trees. Still, they thought little of it and kept walking... Until they heard a faint whisper. 'Turn back now,' it warned, 'or you will stay here forever.' Now, they weren't really the type to scare easily, but they looked around and didn't see anyone or anything... So they turned and ran."

[sleuth]

Username + ID: sleuth + 939322
Archive: https://toyhou.se/candycornvampire/char ... er:3560889
prompt: 376 words! Captain Punchout

Captain took the stick confused. Thinking long and hard about a spooky story to tell. After creating a fun story, he molds his elastic arms to set the scene. The fire flickers as Captain starts his shadow puppet show.

On top of an old hill, there once stood a large orphanage not far from here. Children were fed excellent meals, got to bed at a reasonable hour, and the staff was hospitable. The inside decor was eccentric and filled with unbelievable items no kid had ever dreamed of. However, at the entrance stood a mahogany grandfather clock. As it ticked, its pendulum swayed side to side. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. While it had been coated with dust, it sang like an opera singer. DING DONG. DING DONG. It wails as children are put to bed. One by one. As the children slumber, the clock chimes once more. DING DONG. DING DONG. Tap. Tap. Tap.

As the kid wake, they notice a quarter of their friends have gone missing. Confused, they decide to continue their daily routines as normal. They are being fed warm homemade meals and going to bed at a decent hour. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The clock patronizes, clicking its snake-like tongue. DING DONG. DING DONG. It laughs, looming over the prison it observes. As the kids' slumber, the clock sings again. DING DONG. DING DONG. Tap. Tap. Tap.

As another quarter disappears, the children awake. Terrified, a group of them decide to stay awake to see what is really going on in this cursed labyrinth. As the clock chimes, the group of kids sneak toward the entrance. Eyeing the clock, the group shudders as the clock sings once more. DING DONG. DING DONG. Tap. Tap. Slam! As the group turns around they all see a tall figure towering over all of them. Frozen in fear, the figure whisks them all away. Never to be seen again. Some say it was the reaper who took them away, others say it was a monster. No one really knows, but if you truly want to find out head to the old hill. Wait till it strikes twelve and listen to the chimes. I must warn you. I can't say for certain you will ever come back.