D&D One Shot

This page will cover the writeup for the D&D horror one-shot, and any potential followups for it. If we ever do any other D&D stuff not part of a major campaign, it will go on this page.

## The Records of Richard, Rob, and Roger

*Three men were waiting for a train. A train that will take them far away. They know where they hope the train will take them, but they can't know for sure. Yet it doesn't matter. Now, tell me why?*

Three strong, independent men bought tickets from a hipster. They were going to go on a camping trip to the Pacific Northwest. There was Roger Sterling, a Coca-Cola advertisement executive with numerous addictions including smoking and drinking. There was Rob, a man with an uncanny resemblance to famous actor Jim Carrey. And there was Richard Grimace, an ex-cop with an empty revolver. There was also a middle-aged woman with a young son, as well as the conductor and his assistant. The seven rode the train for a few days, through a thick forest with mountains in the distance.

Rob attempted to make small talk with the other passengers, but no one was having it. Not long later, the train suddenly stopped. They could see smoke, and it soon became apparent that there was a problem. The train could not be repaired, and the conductor and his assistant would have to leave and get help to repair it, taking the woman and her son with them. This left the three very disgruntled gentlemen behind to wait for two days. Thankfully, there was a barn nearby, so they went inside to camp out.

There was slightly more small talk as the trio properly introduced themselves. Of particular note was Rob, who seemed to have an uncanny knowledge of the future. He warned them of wolves, and that night, Roger woke up and sure enough heard wolves outside the barn. But the wolves went away, and he went back to sleep. He was later woken up again, this time by something much louder. Roger attempted to wake up Rob by throwing a pen, but it fell to the ground, seemingly alerting whatever was outside.

Roger crawled over and rustled Rob awake. There was pounding on the walls, enough to also wake Richard up. The three worked together to seal up any holes as well as barricade the unlocked door, but soon enough the bear appeared to leave. But it seemed the cogs of fate did not want our group to stay in the barn, because later that night there was a third occurrence. A thunderstorm started, and then a bolt of lightning struck the roof, causing much of it to cave in and leaving them unsheltered. They decided to stay there until sunrise then look for shelter elsewhere.

While on watch, Roger thought he saw something in the trees, but no one else did. Morning came, and the three set out into the rain. Both Richard and Roger separately heard some twigs snapping behind them, but neither saw anything. They eventually came upon a fence and into a mansion. It seemed abandoned - a perfect place to wait out the remainder of the two days and definitely not haunted at all.

They found themselves by a fireplace. Along the mantle there were several peculiar items, and Richard nonchalantly picked up a golden cross and examined it. He set it back down and picked up a toy horse. Roger, meanwhile, snagged the golden cross for himself. At this point, the group continued to exchange stories and learn a bit more about each other. Eventually growing bored of this, they eventually decided to search around the house. Richard led the way, and they found themselves inside the master bedroom on the second floor.

Within here were some strange findings. Roger found the owner’s diary. He appeared to be a slaver, and this was pretty much confirmed when Richard found a whip in the wardrobe. Rob also found a strange journal. The trio returned to the fireplace. Roger had to piss, and heard some scratching in the walls beside him. As is common sense, he moved to aim his piss at the wall that was being scratched, but saw nothing.

Then, Richard saw a figure appear in the doorway and quickly dart out of sight. The three were now on guard - they were not alone. They started looking through the house, finding nothing, but upon returning to the fireplace, Roger’s bag was hanging from the chandelier! Now they were just being toyed with. Roger managed to get it down, and they went to the kitchen in the next room. There, they saw claw marks. To the left, they saw green eyes and heard some ghostly moaning. The trio collectively decided that it was time to leave.

Just as they had decided this, something came running out of the darkness towards Richard. Armed with his trusty whip, Richard Belmont attempted to whip the monster in true Castlevania fashion. However, he missed, and the creature leapt onto him and started violently scratching at his chest. Roger stabbed at it, twice, and it eventually backed off. The thing was humanoid, but had clawed arms. It was also missing a face, and had an indentation where its eyes and mouth were. Even with a fractured Coke bottle embedded in its face, it did not seem too fazed. The trio took its moment of weakness as an opportunity and ran the fuck outside, slamming the door behind them.

With a brief moment of respite, the group walked through the rain. They decided to head to the nearby chapel, as surely that would be more peaceful and not *also* be haunted. But as soon as they stepped inside, they found another slender figure, this one much taller. They leapt through the window, but something tried to grab at Rob. He barely managed to get away with the help of Roger and Richard.

Nope, nope, nope. The three were done with this spooky shit. They headed for an exit path, but upon arriving there they found yet another slender creature. This one was a 7 foot tall horned figure, in a black robe, with limbs longer than its body. They tried to back away slowly, but it started to snort like a bull and charge for them. Rob and Roger dodged out of the way, but it nabbed Richard and started dragging him away. Rob fired a taser at it, and it appeared to vanish. From the two attacks, Richard was now deeply scarred. *And* deeply scared.

They continued along the exit path. But five minutes later, they heard the snorting again. Wasting no time, Richard dodged and Rob climbed up a tree. But Roger was too slow; it tackled him to the ground. Richard attempted to use his whip again, and he cracked it at the beast, who merely turned its head toward Richard and slowly rose, the the point where you could see all of its vertebrae. Realizing he done fucked up, Richard took out the toy horse and left it on the ground, but it ignored it. Richard said “back, foul beast!”

It was now Rob’s turn to try to catch its attention. He threw a molotov at it. Sadly, none of them knew about the legendary molly jumping technique that might have saved them, but it did burn the beast’s hood. Its attention was fully on Rob now, who started to run away and it gave chase. Roger and Richard, meanwhile, were left to tend to their wounds, and they had a decision to make. They were at a literal and figurative crossroads.

Now, reader, you must choose. Which path do these two take?

**Path A)** Abandon Rob to his demise, and run back to the barn?

or **Path B)** Chase after Rob, and try to help save him and survive together?

Through magical gifts, the duo were able to experience both outcomes of their choice. For the sake of chronology, we will cover Path A first.

**Path A: The “A” is for “Assholes”**

Like true scumbags, the duo decided to abandon Rob and head back for the barn. Surely, they lied to themselves, that’s where Rob would head when he got the chance, both ignoring the fact that an Eldritch abomination was chasing him down.

Karma would soon rear its ugly head, however. Something started to chase them. It was the Annihilation bear, complete with bull horns and hooves. They started running, but the attacks from earlier started to take their toll on poor Richard. The beast caught up to him, punting him high into the air. As Roger looked back, he saw Richard brutally land on the ground, his neck snapping and dying instantly. Sadly, his wife and two kids would never find out what happened to him.

Panic intensifying, Roger kept running. His biggest regret would be not selling enough Coca-Cola to the people of the world. As he thought this, the beast caught up and impaled Roger. *“Not today”*, Roger thought, reversing time slightly, but this actually only made it worse. He was impaled once more, in an even more gruesome matter, and then it brought him to the ground and flattened his skull with its hooves. Sure enough, Roger was dead.

Alone, and not knowing of the others’ fate, poor Rob had actually eluded the beast, by heading back towards the chapel. In what must have been desperation, he found a wooden cross and made an offering to Satan. Yet again, something started chasing him. While he managed to elude them for a little while, they eventually caught him, dragging him into the darkness. He threw a molotov, but it was futile. He was burned alive, writhing around in agony until he burned to death.

Game Over.

Or was it?

**Path B) The “B” is for “Bumbling Idiots”**

At the crossroads, Richard felt a strange pain in his neck, and Roger in his stomach. They felt an odd sense of motivation and camaraderie, and decided to try and help Rob. They headed back to the grounds and managed to find him inside the chapel. The three pondered their next steps. They couldn’t escape, or the beasts would chase them. They needed to get to the root of the problem and snuff it out. They read the two journals in search of clues. Through some sleuthing and puzzle solving, they uncovered in a black book in the corner with a pentagram on him. Connecting the stories of the journals, they learned of two pits - the first one through a cave, and the other under the chapel. They reasoned that in these pits they could solve what was going on.

The first pit was right under them. They headed inside, and eventually found a final chamber. There was a gaping black void at the end of the room, and in the center was a pentagram with chained up skeletons surrounding it. They found some holy water, as well as a ring, which Richard recognized from the journals. Rob lit the ring on fire, and they could hear screams and moans coming from within it. It eventually died down though, and the ring became ash. All of a sudden, something started materializing from the pentagram. At the same time, several spindly fingers rose from the pit.

Roger, the absolute genius, threw a molotov at the pit, but this only appeared to make things worse. They heard a booming voice speak: *“With this act, Jack, you have severed your blood pact with the devil. You will never win another death racing campaign again.”* However, no one understood what the fuck it was talking about, and they all hightailed it out of there. Before they did, however, something grabbed Richard, and it was only thanks to a clutch holy water throw from Rob that he was able to break free and escape.

Exiting the pit, they found a horrible sight. The sky was now pitch black, and the moon blood red. They pondered, had they started the apocalypse? They weren’t out of the woods yet, as whatever came out of the pit was still following them. The three started hiding, but heard the sound of hooves and deep breathing. It eventually faded, and they headed towards the other pit. They figured it was their only recourse.

Along the way, Roger started to lose his mind, hearing some Latin chanting. They eventually convinced him to keep heading for the pit, and eventually found an enormous cave mouth, guarded by - you guessed it - a dark human figure. It wagged its finger at them, as if mocking them. They made their way in anyway, but not before getting chased by another beast. Luckily, it stopped once they had entered, and stood there. Richard believed it simply couldn’t enter, but Roger had a much darker theory that it was staying there to keep them from exiting.

Further in, they found a metal door, and opened it. It was an identical room as before, just bigger - pentagram, pit, chained-up skeletons, you name it. On the floor, Roger found an empty box labeled “dynamite”. Now that was an idea - maybe if they blew up the pits, they could end this nightmare.

But it wasn’t to be. They couldn’t find the actual dynamite itself anywhere, and they heard something laughing at them. Fingers emerged from the pit, just like before. They receded after Rob threw the last of the holy water at it, but then just came back even fiercer. Desperately, the other two tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

After the second failed attempt, it appeared to open on its own. A figure stood there, another horned and hooded man. He removed his hood, and had the face of a ram and goat. He let out a piercing screech, and everything went black. The absolute fuckups that they were, Richard, Rob, and Roger were dead... again. Perhaps one day we’ll see how things would have gone if they had made different decisions.

But until then, Richard, Rob, and Roger remain ruined and ravaged by the really repulsive wrath of the red ram devil’s ruthless revenge. But rest reassured, and rejoice, as their return and redemption may reoccur sooner than later. Until then, we will resume our route with Robute and his remotely related group of rambunctious racketeers. Au revoir!

## The Adventures of Aga: The Quest to Find a Playmate

"Everyone all aboard the hype train to go on the camping trip of a lifetime!"

At least, that is what the advertisement read. People from around the world flocked to the Pacific Northwest for this camping trip, but only a lucky few were able to secure their tickets to the train. As the train sounded its final boarding call, four doors opened and the lucky winners made their entrance. Among them was a woman and her young son, and other irrelevant passengers I will not be describing. But there were four others of particular interest.

The first was a young high-school age man in an orange life preserver: Martin McSwim. Often called a slacker by Principal Stricksea, the child of Gregory and Lauren McSwim, and friends with a mad scientist Doc Blue, the young man entered the train hoping to scout out a potential getaway spot for him and his girlfriend Jenny. With his guitar, skateboard, Clint Eastwood DVD, and more, he boarded the train with an optimistic spring in his step.

Next was a, uh, famous actor known only as Nathan Fielder, star of American docu-reality comedy television series Nathan for You. As defined by Wikipedia, the show’s genre is “cringe comedy”, and that should tell you everything you need to know about Nathan. Carefully making sure he wasn’t getting in anyone’s way and being prepared to apologize if he was, Nathan boarded the train.

Third was an elderly gentleman with a suspicious-looking cane that somehow made it through security in all his travels. This man was Dr. Robin Hammond, and he was interested in the occult. In his research, he had discovered that the camping trip area was near an ancient burial site, and Hammond nearly drooled at the prospect of uncovering these artifacts of the occult. He boarded the train, his mind racing at all the possibilities.

And the fourth door opened, but sadly, there was no one who stepped aboard. Alas, our fourth actor could not make it to the stage on this day. Having never left his home city before, a TV reporter by the name of Jerome found himself lost on the way to the train station. Furthermore, he encountered a raccoon in the city and then a woman carrying an umbrella in front of a corporation building, both things that reminded him of his greatest fear: the Resident Evil video game series, and he almost had a panic attack because of this. All of these factors combined in delaying Jerome just long enough to arrive at the platform and see the train doors closing before he could make it. “Perhaps in another life,” he thoughtfully pondered as he turned around and made his way back home, unaware of the horrible fate he had just avoided…

It so happens that all three of our protagonists had found themselves at the back of the train, because that's where the cool kids sit. Marty started playing the opening beats of *The Power of Love* on repeat, and this prompted Dr. Robin to have a conversation with him. The two went back and forth for a bit, until Nathan forcibly interjected himself into the conversation. Nathan gave the two of them intentionally weak handshakes, saying that it’s a social strategy to prove that he’s “not a threat.”

As luck would have it, the train broke down, and the vehicle that came to bring them back could fit everyone but three. Sure enough, our three were the ones who stayed behind. They would have to wait three days for some reason. They took shelter in a nearby cabin, and fortunately there were neither wolves on the prowl nor holes needing to be patched. But their trend of bad luck continued, as a thunderstorm broke open the roof of their shelter, forcing them to find another. They found a map showing an estate nearby, and the trio used it and headed out down a trail. At one point along the way, Nathan tied his shoes and found himself separated from the other two for a few moments. He immediately jumped to the conclusion that they were pranking him, a theme that would continue throughout the next few nights.

After many miles, they arrived at quite the elaborate estate. “Isn’t this trespassing?” Nathan wondered aloud, at which Robin laughed it off, saying it wouldn’t be the first law he’s broken. Nathan was shocked to his core, and told Robin that he would report him to the authorities just as soon as had cell service again. Marty was able to write things off as Doc just joking, but Nathan wasn't convinced. Nevertheless, they trespassed and took in the sight that was the estate. There was a large manor, and many smaller buildings including a boathouse and a lighthouse, and other landmarks such as a fancy hedge maze and a gorgeous lake surrounded by rocky cliffs.

“Jenny would love this place! We scored!” Marty exclaimed aloud. Nathan asked if she was pretty, at which Marty gave a confused “...yes?” Then, when Nathan then asked if she had any single friends Marty could hook him up with, Marty promptly turned around and exclaimed that they should head inside the manor.

“Anybody home?” they all called out as they entered. There was no response; it seemed to have been abandoned. They saw a sitting room with a fireplace to their right, and they broke apart a nearby chair to start the fire. Along the mantle and nearby desk there were a variety of objects of no particular importance that none of them touched and they all went about the next three days in luxurious relaxation.

At least, that’s what should have happened. Robin started trying to hook up Nathan with his granddaughter, and Nathan immediately jumped to calling Nathan’s granddaughter all sorts of slanderous things. Sitting between them, Marty could take it no longer and stood up to distract himself. He saw a toy horse and picked it up, thinking Jenny would love it as a gift.

Feeling a bit thirsty, the trio went to the kitchen to get some beer. Searching through, there were no bevs to be found, but Marty did find a knife which he pocketed, just in case they were attacked in the night by a hobo or something. It started to get dark and they then heard creaking upstairs. They called out, but no response. They went upstairs to investigate, and found a fancy bedroom with a few journals that they read through. Seems the previous owners had died about a century ago. At one point, Nathan thought he saw a strange figure at the end of the hall, but the others did not, accusing him of seeing things due to being sleep-deprived.

The three went back to the fireplace to get some shut-eye. Not having any reason to suspect anything fishy or dangerous, no one kept guard and they all dozed off, tired from walking all those miles.

…

Marty awoke. He was no longer by the fireplace, it was dark all around him, and the other two were nowhere to be seen. “What’s going on?” he thought to himself, very perplexed by his situation. “This is heavy.” He felt his way around, eventually recognizing that he was in the upstairs hallway. Perhaps Nathan had pulled a prank, and he and the Doc were just in one of his cringe comedy show sketches. He made his way to the bedroom from before, and interestingly, the fire was lit. What’s more, he heard a woman’s humming in the nearby bathroom shower. Seems they weren’t alone here after all.

Marty called out to her, but he was not acknowledged. He obviously wasn’t going to barge in and investigate, so he just assumed she couldn’t hear him and headed out to make his way downstairs. However, the door had closed and locked behind him. Now he was sure Nathan and/or Doc were pranking him. “Not funny, guys!” he said. As if on cue, the fireplace went out and the bed’s curtains started to slowly open. In response, Marty gripped his knife and stood in the corner, but nothing happened. He hugged the wall and slowly made his way to the opposite door, which was thankfully open. At last, he made his way back downstairs.

The creaking of the steps awoke the other two, and Marty told them about what had transpired. The next morning, he led the other two upstairs so that they could investigate. They found another journal about the owners, and peculiarly found no evidence of a woman being here or the fireplace ever being lit. Doc Hammond tasted the ash, by the way.

A note in the journal indicated something of interest might be in the basement. They went to check it out, but it was locked so they didn’t do that. They enjoyed the outside air for the rest of the day and eventually went back to the fireplace for a second night.

…

Again, Marty awoke. He was still with the others this time, though, but he really needed to piss. Wary after the first night, he wanted to borrow Nathan’s headlamp, but he was clutching it in his sleep like a baby. Marty proceeded to Indiana Jones switch the headlamp with one of the mantle objects, a bible. With headlamp in tow, he headed outside and pissed in a bush. He headed back in, but as he entered the sitting room, he heard a child’s voice behind him.

“Martin! Come play with me…”

Clearly Marty had had less sleep than he’d thought. He went back to the couch and dozed off. But they were all rudely awoken by the door slamming shut. They then heard an inhuman moaning sound, and saw the doorknob turning. They headed away to the kitchen, at which Marty heard a “Martin, come here…” which he continued to ignore.

Out of nowhere, a darkened hand emerged from the shadows and grabbed Robin. “Oi, crikey!” he exclaimed in shock. “Get back, you dirty hobo! You have no respect for your elders!” And he started flailing his cane about wildly. He was able to break free and the hand disappeared, and oddly Robin seemed to be taking these horrifying events quite casually. Nathan was growing suspicious of this strange old man, but on the other hand he trusted Marty implicitly and without question.

At that moment, a different, feminine hand reached towards them and beckoned them to her. An indescribable creature then lunged at them, and they barely escaped through a door heading outside to a stable. They threw some hay bales to block the door. Nathan took the momentary pause to question Robin, and Marty also harbored some suspicions towards the strange doctor. But they eventually reasoned that he was innocent and oblivious to these strange goings-on and was simply a kooky old man.

They needed to get out of here, but perhaps a remnant of their past lives warned them that simply leaving the estate and running away would end very badly for them. They instead decided to head for the boathouse, to take a boat and sail to the lighthouse in the center of the lake. From there, they’d turn on the light and make a stand there. Nathan wasn’t at all on board but there was no time to argue; a ball rolled out for no reason like in a horror movie and then they heard the moaning again. The chase was back on. They bolted to the boathouse and made it. The boat was upstairs for some godforsaken reason, so they had to carry it downstairs. As Marty went back upstairs to get the oars, the creature entered the shed, giving them barely enough time to hide behind haystacks.

While hiding, all they could hear was the creature’s deep breathing. Fearing for their lives, they all tried to remain completely silent, but Robin inadvertently let out a small peep. The breathing immediately stopped and headed closer to Robin’s location, but it did not see him. They waited several minutes until they heard it splash into the lake, giving them the realization that the thing could swim.

Despite knowing that the monster was now swimming, the group did not have enough brain cells to change their plans and went into the water anyway (????????). They began rowing and about halfway there, the creature’s hand burst through the side of the boat and grabbed Marty. Marty screamed for help, and Nathan grabbed him while Robin stabbed the hand with his cane. Their combined efforts stopped the beast and gave them a reprieve, and they made it to the lighthouse.

Nathan reiterated his concerns about going to the lighthouse where they’d have no way out to escape. Marty was oddly insistent for some reason, and Nathan eventually caved and up they went. At the top, they lit the fire with some wood and found some strange snake skins lying around. Very odd. They waited until dawn, coming up with a new plan: head for the house on the other side of the lake. Marty reasoned they only needed to survive another day and then they could book it back to the shelter to hitch a ride back.

They went back in the boat, and this time they made it across the lake without incident. Inside the building, they found a journal talking about cultists in the hedge maze, among other things. Additionally, Robin found a revolver with ~~four~~ three bullets! Marty insisted he use it, and Robin gave it to him, opting to give the gun to the high schooler instead of either adult. “I’ve seen a lot of Clint Eastwood movies, I know how this works,” he said, pulling out his DVD of *A Fistful of Dollars* to prove himself to a skeptical Nathan. That, along with Nathan trusting Marty with every fiber of his being, secured his trust and Marty kept holding the revolver.

New plan: head back across the lake and investigate the cultists’ hedge maze and figure out what the hell is going on. Maybe they’ll find a way to stop all these cursed things from happening. Aaaaaaaaaand the boat was nowhere to be found. Fuck. Now they had to go across the cliffs to get back. Along the way, they got separated without even realizing it.

...

Marty found himself in the woods. For the third time at the estate, Marty was now alone. Or was he? Nathan and Robin were nowhere to be seen, but he could hear the sniffling of a young girl. He turned around and saw her, with tattered hair that covered her face, her hands down to her sides, and with a torn and dirty dress, just repeatedly sniffling.

“I thought you were going to play with me…”

“I don’t even know who you are,” Marty decided honesty was the best approach.

The girl continued to sniffle. “We can play now, can’t we? The two of us can play forever and ever…

> *… can’t we?”*
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Thinking back to the journals, Marty had a sudden thought. “*...Aga?* Are you Aga?”

Upon hearing the name, Marty was overwhelmed by a sudden sense of bloodlust coming from her direction. Without so much as a warning, she screamed and bolted towards him at inhuman speeds. Thankfully, Marty already had his gun out, and he had no choice but to shoot.

In that split-second, he thought back to the Clint Eastwood movies he'd seen so many times, and his aim was true. As soon as he hit her, she vanished, and Marty was out of his trance.

[spooky shit also happened to both Robin and Nathan but I am not either of them so you’ll have to fill in the blanks with your own memories lmao, or write them here yourselves uwu. Haha just kidding… unless...?]

Marty was back on the cliffs. Robin was nearby with his jaw agape, and Nathan was standing in front of him like he’d just stared death in the face. Marty had clearly just fired his gun, in what was almost Nathan’s direction. Nathan reacted as you expected him to, saying how while he trusted Marty completely, Marty had just shot towards the direction that he, Nathan Fielder, was standing, which turned that complete trust into slightly-less-than-complete trust.

Marty did explain himself, though, and his story spooked the other two. But they then made it into the hedge maze without incident. To not get lost, they decided to hold hands, “but in a heterosexual way” according to Nathan. Marty led them and got lost, until Robin took over and they found the center. Once in the center, they found no evidence of cultists, just a standard fountain, along with a lantern and a bottle of oil [which they in fact may have found much earlier but I don’t remember so I’m just placing it here].

Looking up at the sky, it was dark once again. The third and final night. Survive this, and they were home free, or so they assumed. On cue, they heard humming from the hedges, and then the inhuman moaning once more, and finally a distant thumping sound. They all hid inside the hedges as the thumping sound grew ever closer.

The thumping kept getting louder until it was right next to Nathan, who could hear something slobbering mere inches away from his face. Perhaps Nathan breathed just a little too loudly, as suddenly something grabbed his back and he was pulled out of the hedges. As he screamed for help, the other two were briefly paralyzed in fear before jumping out to his rescue.

“*Help! Oh! Someone help me!*” Nathan cried out in pain, allowing the others to find him. He was clutching his abdomen, and his legs were pretty heavily injured. Thankfully, Robin thought to bring along a first-aid kit, and he did what he could to heal him. As this was happening, the little girl appeared once more. Marty protected the other two, having his gun trained on her. “Come with me, Marty,” she said. “Jennifer is wasted on you…”

Remembering what had happened last time, Marty warned the others: “Don’t say her name." He then spoke directly to her. "Listen… we want to help you. Tell us how we can help you”

But this wasn’t going to be that easy. The dark hand from before came out of the abyss and pulled the girl away with it. Nathan, having too many close brushes with death today, was beginning to hallucinate, such as seeing scarabs coming out of Marty’s eyes and mouth. The other two carried him back into the house by the fireplace, and the hallucinations stopped.

New new plan: Investigate the bedroom once more, read the journals and solve this mystery once and for all. “You’re going to die here!” a woman’s voice taunted them while laughing. They raced up to the bedroom and searched it top to bottom. Nathan found a whip, a combination, and a skeleton key. They combed the journal, and found two interesting segments:

> “Found their Graves walking along ~~the north side~~ ~~the south side~~ a side of the lake, near a willow tree” - John Evans, April 30th, 1915
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> “The light of my life has gone out. In my grief I locked all her mortal belongings in the basement,” - The master of the estate, January 5th, 1877
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They had two leads, but was it enough? There was no time to analyze or debate. They headed downstairs and used the skeleton key to enter the previously locked basement. The basement was flooded, because of course it was. Marty was the first to step downstairs and the door slammed shut behind him. Something came crawling out of the water and started stepping up the stairs. Marty tried to stay perfectly still, but he sensed imminent death if he did not act now, as he could feel it a mere step or two below him.

Marty fired his gun for the second time. Just like before, it disappeared once the gun was shot, and the apparent trance was over. The others were able to enter the basement now, and they went inside and waded through the water and searched through various cabinets and drawers. Eventually, they found some nun clothes and a stocking, which just so happened to match one they had found earlier in the mistress’ bed. Perhaps the stockings were the key? Robin tried burning them in the lantern, but the flame turned green and the stockings did not burn.

Their only lead left was the graves by the willow tree. Heading upstairs, Robin lost his footing and something tried to pull him under. The other two were able to wrest him free, but his leg was injured in the process. They headed upstairs back to the fireplace to treat him. They weren’t able to do much, however, and they heard the moaning once again, this time from the kitchen. In the sitting room, Robin and Nathan hid inside a cabinet and Marty hid under the table. Just like before, they were forced to stay hidden as the creature loudly breathed and walked through the room.

The breathing eventually stopped, which naturally meant the beast was gone. Marty peeked his head out, and the beast was most definitely not gone. It saw him and charged straight at him. Marty fired the revolver’s third and final shot and the beast disappeared. They could hear a girl’s laughter and the house start to shake. They ran outside, and saw that the lake had become red.

Wait... no it wasn’t. No. If you can believe it, the reality was even worse: the moon itself had turned red. This was as clear a sign as any that they were fucked. But they had their goal, and it was ride or die. If it worked, they’d be saved, if it didn’t, they were surely dead. Before they could make their way around the house towards the graves’ location, something grabbed Robin from the darkness. Marty and Nathan leapt to save him, but only Marty was able to grab him. The monster's pulling was intense, however, and despite his best efforts, Marty lost his grip, and Robin was dragged away into the night.

As he was pulled into a cellar, never to be seen again, Robin couldn’t help but shake the feeling that this had happened before. But there was something different about this time, and he heard a man's voice inside his head, whispering in his ear and presenting him an interesting offer…

Meanwhile, Marty and Nathan knew that Robin was as good as dead, and so too were they if they didn’t make it to those graves. They ran as fast as their legs could allow, and miraculously found the willow tree after much searching. They saw no graves, but they were not deterred. They frantically started digging and dug up a shallow hole, tossed the nuns’ clothes and the pair of stockings inside, and covered it back up.

As soon as the last article of clothing was fully covered in dirt, the sky changed color. Looking up, they saw that the moon was back to normal. Marty and Nathan couldn’t believe it. They had lifted the curse. The nightmare was finally over. Marty would see his family, and Doc Blue, and Jenny again, and he'd definitely take her on that date (to anywhere but here). Nathan meanwhile would be able to continue to produce his cringe comedy television series. It was… over. They were free.

...

Their relief was cut short by a sudden snap of a branch above them. Something was above them, something… demonic. It wasn’t the creature, nor was it the mistress, nor was it Aga. It was… Robin?

A picture is worth a thousand words, or at least a few sentences, so I’d like you to take this time to imagine an elderly man falling from a willow tree and landing on top of poor Marty and Nathan. And all of this is happening as the moon, which turned out to be the ultimate prankster of all, switched back to an even deeper shade of red.

It turns out a male voice had spoken to Robin and seduced him to his demonic ways, playing to his interest in the occult. “Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!” Robin screamed a phrase he had totally invented himself, while pinning both of his poor victims down.

Robin ripped his shirt off, to showcase a pentagram on his chest. He then cut the skin off of his own face and threw it at Nathan. Nathan broke free and tried to run, and Marty took the opportunity to tackle the demonic Robin. The two fought, but Marty was able to take out his knife, and after a brutal tussle, Marty was able to sink the knife into Robin’s head, killing him once and for all.

“I’m gonna fuck your niece, Robin!” Nathan yelled angrily, repeatedly kicking the skinless and stabbed head of Robin’s corpse. With Robin dealt with, Nathan and Marty breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at the willow tree in exhaustion. However, they couldn’t help but feel like they’d merely delayed the inevitable. The moon loomed over them, taunting them with its deep red hue.

“Aga!” Marty had a sudden thought. “If you can hear us, please help us. We want to help you and lift this curse, just tell us how!”

“You can help me by playing with me at the bottom of the lake,” Aga said cheerfully.

Then, a different, male voice rang in Marty’s ear. “You have the gun. Put it to your temple and shoot.”

Marty was puzzled. He had never heard this voice before. He saw no alternative, and though it was a long shot, he thought perhaps this man could be trying to help him. Maybe, just maybe, if he trusted him and went through with it, he’d be able to find a way out of this bleak and hopeless situation. Furthermore, there weren’t even any bullets left in the chamber, and he double-checked just to make sure.

Seeing that there were still zero bullets left, he put the revolver to his temple and fired. A bullet erupted from the chamber and Marty’s head exploded, a sight that deeply shocked Nathan, since Marty had explained none of his thought process to Nathan. So to Nathan, it just seemed like Marty had killed himself out of the blue.

Nathan didn’t have any time to process it. Behind him, he heard the inhuman moaning for the final time. He turned just in time to see the creature barreling towards him at full throttle. With no way out, Nathan accepted his fate, jumping into the cold lake lit red by the moonlight. Strange forces pulled him down deeper and deeper. He gasped for air until all thought left his mind and his consciousness faded. After a hundred years, Aga finally had someone to play with...

…

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...

Jerome sat in his apartment, checking his emails. He’d soon have to go back to his job as a TV reporter, but he still had a few days of vacation left to relax. Turning off his TV, which was oddly set to the Spanish language, he wondered how he could pass the time.

*The camping trip should be ending just about now*, he thought to himself. He was sad that he had missed the train, as it would have been a fascinating new experience for him. He’d heard online about how the trip was canceled, except for three lucky people who apparently had the entire location to themselves for three whole days. *I’m so jealous*, he thought. *But perhaps I’ll get my chance another day...*

But not was not the time for such thoughts. He still needed a way to pass the time. He looked over at his game library, featuring such classics as League of Legends, Knights of the Old Republic, Left 4 Dead 2, Star Wars: Battlefront II (Classic, 2005), and nothing else……. well, except for one single-player horror game.

“Fuck it,” he thought aloud, booting up Resident Evil for the millionth time. “This time for sure I’m gonna finally make some progress!”

And once again, he failed to make it past the first chapter.

## The Ted Rogers Chronicles

**Ted's Perspective**

[Bet you thought I forgot about this. You'd be right... mostly. But at long last, here is one of the three perspectives. The other perspectives may or may not ever be written, but here we go]

Twas an ordinary day in Mansfield. On this Monday morning, a high school graduate taking a gap year before studying marine biology by the name of Ted Rogers woke up to the sound of a car backfire. Not hearing anything else of concern, he went back to bed, but was awoken once more by the sound of thirty sirens. He was confused as to why there were so many, and turned on the news, but saw nothing covering it.

Given that it was Monday, today Ted Rogers had a shift at his part-time delivery job at Domino’s. But he didn’t have to worry about that until much later at 4:30, so he took it easy and got some breakfast. While eating, the doorbell rang. His mother, the only other person home, answered the door. He didn't recognize the man at the door's voice, but they were too far away for Ted to hear, so he kept eating his breakfast without a care in the world.

After a minute, his mother came back in the room, telling her that the man was claiming to be a Domino’s employee asking for Ted’s whereabouts. She said she didn’t like the look of him, and suggested that Ted take the day off work. Ted had no complaints there, and decided he’d call in around lunchtime to cancel his shift. In the meantime, he played some Tetris on the NES.

Around noon, he didn’t call in sick -- because his boss called him instead. His boss seemed very confused -- he was rambling about Ted’s mother being there asking around about him. “That’s impossible,” Ted said. “She’s been home all day.” But the boss was insistent; he gave the phone to another employee, a black coworker and friend of Ted’s who corroborated the boss’ story. Between this and the mysterious man at the door, Ted concluded that someone had to be stalking him, so he told his boss he wouldn’t be in to work today. The boss was disappointed, but accepted it when Ted offered to do an extra shift later in the week.

When his mother inquired who was calling, he told her the situation. She seemed to think it was just a prank, especially once she learned which coworker of his was talking to him. In her own words, she didn’t trust “those people.” Ted talked back to her in a tone that gave off big “OK boomer” energy, and the two went about their business; at this time of day, Ted would normally be going out and hanging with one of his friends Greg Reynolds, Connor Johnson, or Sarah Gosling, but given the weird events of the day, he went back to Tetris and watching some 80s television.

Later in the day, Ted received yet another phone call. Very suspicious of the weird goings-on today, Ted didn’t give away too much personal information. But the person revealed themselves as a police officer and told Ted that he was in danger. Moments later, there was a knock at the door… from someone claiming to be a policeman. Ted gave the phone to his mother and took a glance out the window; there was a car parked out front, but it was *not* a cop car.

Hurriedly, Ted rushed himself and his mother quietly out the back door. They headed into the woods towards a neighbor’s house, but first Ted decided to try and get another look at the man at the front door. He didn’t even turn the corner before he heard the man talking about “robberies in the area”. Realizing that this guy and the officer on the phone were not on the same page, Ted assumed the worst and quickly raced back before even getting a look at the man. He and his mother ran through the woods and were let into a neighbor’s house. They explained the situation to him and he called the police.

Eventually, a police car arrived at the neighbor’s house, and two men came to the door. One of them seemed to be an undercover cop, and the other officer explained that there was some sort of serial killer going around killing people by the name “Ted Rogers” today. The Rogers family was quickly whisked off to the police station, while the undercover cop would stay behind and potentially scope out an intruder…

At the station, Ted was brought alone into a room where an old officer named Roger Jones entered. Jones was equipped with a coffee, cigarette, and 70s mustache, and began asking him various questions. Ted didn’t have any information that the cops didn’t already know, but when asked about who else to contact to keep safe, Ted mentioned his father -- who was currently out working at Microsoft -- and his three friends as possible people the killer could use against him. The cops didn’t seem to have any knowledge of why the killer was doing this or even what he looked like, but they let him be and relax in the police station for a while.

...Well, only a little while. Eventually, Ted’s peaceful rest was cut short by a loud noise. Gunshots. Officers running around in a panic. Before he could suss out the situation, a cop ran into the room and handed him a bulletproof vest. The cop told Ted that the station was under attack, and they had to get out of there. A stunned Ted quickly put on the vest and followed the cop towards an exit; while he couldn’t directly see him, he could hear what sounded like an unstoppable killing machine mowing down many cops. While at first it seemed like he had a shotgun, at one point it must have run out of ammo or jammed, because it was quickly followed by bursts from an AK. Nearing the exit, Ted actually witnessed this murderer from across the hallway, but thankfully this person did not notice him, too engrossed in his rampage. Just outside the exit, he ran into a familiar face -- the undercover cop he’d met a few hours earlier. The officer quickly entrusted Ted to the undercover cop, and went back inside to help his fellow officers.

The undercover officer and Ted got into a police vehicle and drove off, heading as far away as possible towards Boston. Ted asked the man who exactly he was, and that was when he heard the most unbelievable story that made him wonder if this man was sane. Apparently, this person trying to kill him was, quite literally, a machine disguised as a human which had the express purpose of hunting and killing Ted. Not only that, he came from an apocalyptic future in which the machines had wiped out most of humanity, and had sent the machine back in time to kill Ted for some reason he didn’t understand.

Future boy did the best he could to try to make Ted understand, but it was just so far out of Ted’s concept of reality that he refused to believe it without hard proof. However, worrying what this crazy man would do to him if he tried to flee, Ted continued humoring him. Not understanding a thing, Ted wondered if his mother was okay and if she’d made it out of that mess. He was met with a chilling answer. Over the car radio came a booming voice in an Austrian accent.

“TED - I HAVE YOUR MOTHER. UNLESS YOU COME BACK TO THE POLICE STATION RIGHT NOW, I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE SHE SUFFERS.”

The murderer -- machine or otherwise -- had his mother! Ted was afraid, but he wasn’t going to leave her to die. He demanded Future Man turn this car around and head back, but the man insisted that it was a trap and she was as good as dead. Ted was quite insistent, however, and the man eventually caved in to his request.

“Listen, Terminator,” the man from the future casually replied over the radio, as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say. “We’re coming over. Come out to the front.”

“NO FUNNY BUSINESS,” the Austrian voice replied before cutting out. Reluctantly, Future Boy turned the car around and headed towards the station. He brainstormed a few ways that they could lure the man out without exposing Ted to danger, but he gave Ted a pistol for emergencies. Ted had little experience with guns, but was confused since the Futureman said that the machine was bulletproof. He held onto it regardless. On the way back, they received another message over the car radio.

“I HAVE ALTERED THE DEAL. I’LL BE WAITING INSIDE THE POLICE STATION. I WILL SEE YOU SOON…”

Ted and the Future Gentleman gave each other a confused look, but they continued on their way. If the man on the radio was staying inside, it was going to be harder to rescue his mother. But he didn’t have to worry about this long, as yet another message came to them soon after.

“I AM ALTERING THE DEAL ONCE MORE. MEET ME AT [INSERT HOTEL HERE] IN FIVE HOURS.”

At this point, it was clear to both Ted and Future Guy that this was a very indecisive murderer. Ted could only hope that the man wasn’t insane enough to kill his own hostage. They found a good place to hide and wait out the five-hour countdown, and in the meantime Future Individual kept trying in vain to convince Ted of the truth of his claims.

Ted turned the car radio to the news broadcast, which was covering the police station attack and the responses from the mayor and governor. Future Bro used this opportunity to message other officers and calling in for military support, fortunately convincing them of this person’s deadly capabilities..

And while they were waiting, climactic events unfolded in a certain hotel. Ted wouldn’t learn about it until hours later, but the SWAT team had surrounded the murderer and killed him in a standoff, despite losing many of their own in the process. Sadly, Ted’s mother was a victim who was caught in the crossfire. Ted was in understandable shock, horror, and grief when he heard this news. Future Dude tried to comfort him, but realized it was not his place. He handed Ted a paper slip with some information, and told him that he was going to go into hiding. He told him that if he ever needed him later down the line, he would be there. He then ran off to go live in the sewers.

Ted accepted the paper slip, but as soon as the man had driven off, Ted quickly found a phone and called the cops. From the death of his mother, to the threat on his life, to the crazy man who borderline kidnapped him for a few hours, this was the most traumatizing day of Ted’s life, and he and his father grieved for many months.

But life goes on, and years down the line Ted would marry, and father a child. And while he didn’t believe Future Gentleman’s story, he for some reason held on to the paper slip, perhaps to keep as a grim reminder of that terrible day. As for his child, it was quite possible that one day some sort of life-changing event would occur to him or her too, but if such a thing ever were to happen, that would be a story for another day...

**THE TERMINATORS PERSPECTIVE**

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MISSION REPORT: BOSTON, MASSACHUSSTETS. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. 1984.

OBJECTIVE: THE ASSASSINATION OF TED ROGERS

It was a normal night in Boston, MA. The people were going about their business: having parties, watching television, and enjoying a classic grillout in the backyard. Then, a bright flash of light. Nobody knew at the time, but a lethal killing machine from the future had just arrived. The T-800 Model of the Cyberdyne Systems Terminator robot had just travelled from the future to 1984 with one goal: The murder of an 18 year old boy. This was no ordinary 18 year old boy though - this was the future leader of the human resistance, and a threat to Skynet and Cyberdyne. He must be taken out.

The T-800 landed on the roof in a suburb, loosening some shingles as he arrived. He was buck naked, with an impressively long human penis. He has long, messy brown hair and a well grown in beard. Unfortunately, there were five men in the backyard of the house he had landed on and they had clearly heard something. However, nobody came to look. He broke into the front door of the house and went in search of clothing. He found a middle aged man and his wife, and after brutally murdering both by punching through their skulls, he put on a plaid shirt, jeans, and jean jacket. He hotwired their car and drove off toward a source of salt water in search of a large city and gunstore. After driving for awhile, the T-800 found a gun store. After disabling the electricity, he easily broke into the store and stole the following:

* 2x Colt M1911 pistols with laser sights
* 2x Benelli sawed off pump action shotguns
* 2x AK47s
* 2x Remington hunting rifles
* 2x M16’s
* 2x Crossbows

All this, and a shit ton of ammo. Leaving the gun store, he paused grabbing a pair of sunglasses from a nearby rack. The T-800 looked into a mirror against the wall and, despite being a robot with almost no emotion, thought he looked cool. He found a nearby yellow pages and flipped to find Ted Rogers. Unluckily, there were three of them.

Ted Al. Rogers 22 Park Vale Ave Allston, MA 02134 (Apt 3B)

Ted B. Rogers 13 Mayflower Dr, Mansfield, MA 02048

Ted M. Rogers  10 Hawthorne Ct, Mansfield, MA 02048

He went to pay Ted Mikitaka Rogers a visit in Mansfield, starting from the bottom of the list as so to not knock off Jim Cameron’s movie too much. It is still nighttime, and when he arrives at his house he notices an accident close to the house. Cops would be there any minute, so he drove off and slept  napped  deactivated  stayed awake? For hours until morning time. He drove up to the house at 6:30 a.m. and saw a small boy leaving. Assuming this might be THE Ted, he followed him in his car, rolled down the window, and said something like the following in a thick, Austrian accent:

“Hello small boy, are you Ted Rogers?”

The boy, noticeably scared a foreigner was talking to him, hurried away and got on a school bus. The T-800 headed back towards the house and after parking, headed up towards the front door. He noticed a sign out front for a human male known as RONALD REAGAN 1984. Not knowing what a Ronald Regan was, the T-800 ignored it and knocked on the door. A woman answered.

“Oh Charlie, did you forget someth-” she stopped in her tracks. “Who are you?”

“Hello ma’am” the T-800 said. “I work with your husband and have something urgent to discuss with him”.

“Um… sure I’ll fetch him right away”.

She left and a not a minute later, a middle aged man appeared.

“Hello, how can I help you?” said the man.

“Are you Ted Rogers?” the T-800 asked sinisterly.

“Yes I-”

Without a moments hesitation, the Terminator punched him through the heart, instantly killing him. He heard the woman scream and flee upstairs. He followed her, effortlessly finding her underneath her bed. He choked her to death without a shred of remorse and departed the house mere minutes after he had arrived. Poor Charlie would arrive home later that day and find his parents horribly murdered and forever wonder why. The T-800 would drive to a nearby mall and change over cars to avoid any ties since that car could be positively ID’d at a crime scene. The less pigs that are onto him, the better.

He then drove to Ted Bucciarti Rogers’ house immediately after. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a human female. In a kind voice, he asked if Ted was home. He explained he was Ted’s manager and needed his help with a work-related matter right away. The woman then explained her 18 year old son was already at work! The T-800 didn’t realize it at the time, but his target was comfortably sitting mere meters away munching on cereal - oblivious to the fact that a murderous killing machine was at his door. The Terminator departed and went to the local human pizza establishment, Dominos, and walked up to the door. He saw it did not open until 10 a.m. He checked the time, noticing it was 7:40, and decided to wait in his car. He was a patient Terminator, and had no trouble twiddling his thumbs for a couple of hours. 10 a.m. soon rolled around, and the Terminator was through the door exactly on the dot. The Terminator, still trying to deceptively blend in, asked about a job application. He clocked that there were two employees in the store currently, and neither were Ted. He hadn’t yet connected the dots that Mrs. Rogers had lied to him about her sons’ whereabouts yet. When both employees had left the room, the T-800 mimicked Mrs. Rogers’ voice and yelled

“TED? Ted, are you here?”

Both employees came rushing out seconds later, ecstatic to see the extremely kind and wonderful Mrs. Rogers. But, somehow she was gone. They questioned the T-800 and asked if he had seen a woman come in. He said he had, but the woman left immediately after asking the question for some reason. A very believable story - but, the two pizza men had no idea what else could’ve happened, so they believed it. They mentioned Ted was supposed to come in at 5, and the T-800 STILL hadn’t worked out he had been duped yet. He assumed Ted was playing hooky somewhere and fucking around with his human friends.

The T-800 left and departed for the final Ted - Ted Aluminum Rogers who lived a little bits away. While casing the apartment complex, he noticed an old man approaching with several bags. This old man asked for this young, strong mans help up the stairs with his groceries, and the king murder-bot obliged. It worked to his benefit, because he immediately learned that this was his target! However, the murder-bot had not deduced that this man was too old to be fathering any future resistance leaders. He attempted to murder him by snapping his neck, but failed. The old man fought back against his aggressor with all his might, but failed. Ted Aluminum Rogers was now dead. The T-800 departed and headed back towards Ted B’s house.

He arrived around 5 p.m. He noticed there was a few cars and several people outside the house, which was a strange sight. A man approached the car.

"Hey buddy, are you waiting for Ted Rogers?” he asked cautiously.

“Um, no” the T-800 replied. “I am waiting for… John”.

The man asked him to step out of his car, and suddenly several police officers rushed out onto the street from nearby cars. He also noticed another… interesting looking man with the police as well. They drew their guns and asked the T-800 to put his hands up and surrender.

Except, he didn’t do that bitches. The T-800 picked up the nearest cop by the neck, and using him as a human shield, started firing at everyone else nearby. After killing a few cops in the area, he started advancing towards the peculiar man he noticed. The man hopped in a car and drove away, but not before the Terminator also hotwired a car and followed in close pursuit. He was following him so closely driving down the road away from Ted Rogers’ house that they even heavily straddled the curb at some point. The T-800 was able to shoot out two wheels before ramming into the car and knocking it off the road. However, this also flipped over the T-800’s own car, somehow briefly knocking him unconscious. He came too rather quickly, figured out where the man had gone, and followed in close pursuit through the woods back to Ted’s house. He saw him running ahead in the forest and took pot shots at him with his shotgun (missing each shot since he was far away). They made it back to Ted’s neighborhood when, surprise, the man got in another car - thus starting Car Chase 2: Electric Boogaloo.

However, the T-800 lost him rather quickly. Not knowing where Ted or anyone was, the T-800 figured his safest bet was going to the police station and getting a cop car. He killed a cop in the back of the parking lot, and after stuffing the man's body in the trunk of his own car, the T-800 got into the car and thought about what to do. Imitating the cops voice, he set out an APB for the peculiar man who managed to get away, reading off his license plate and everything. He said that he is armed and dangerous and posing as a police officer. Sadly, this didn’t seem to work as he was harassed by some other cops to “get off the line” and how “this isn’t your line of work asshole”. He also now learned the man's alleged name: Juan Ortiz (authors note: I think?) Driving by the front of the station, he indeed saw the car out front and decided he had no other course of action: the Terminator was going to have to storm the police station.

He walked into the police station. He asked to see Ted Rogers, and the front-desk man said he would have to wait. With a stunning feat of originality and creativity, the Terminator said

“I’LL BE BACK”

The T-800 left the station and returned to the car he stole. Inside were all the guns he had stolen from the gun store. After locking and loading, he returned inside and approached the annoying man at the desk. He slammed his head against his desk, instantly killing him due to sheer blunt force trauma. For some reason, some civillian decided to play hero and, somehow, successfully tackled the Terminator to the ground. In a way, the T-800 kind of admired the balls on this random human to think he could stop him. After a microsecond, the feeling of admiration vanished and the Terminator punched him clean through the skull.

Upon standing up, two cops burst into the room clearly having heard the commotion. Before they had a chance to assess the situation, the Terminator blasted them to hell with a shotgun.

He left the reception area and went into the proper police station. Clearly, hearing a loud shotgun blast had put the entire station on R E D A L E R T because the piggies were pouring out of every door possible, It was time to fry some bacon **B)**

The T-800 was an unstoppable force, and there was nothing these poor fuckers could do to stop him. He cut through the cops like a searing hot knife cutting through a stick of butter. After pushing through an entire hallway and killing several cops (including three with one blast), his shotgun jammed. Rather than take a few seconds to fix it, he dramatically threw it away and pulled out his AK-47 and started blasting. He rounded a corner and managed to shoot 5 cops with 5 bullets in a matter of seconds, not wasting a single bullet. If this was an FPS, this would’ve definitely unlocked him an achievement of some sorts. Now that he had some footing, it was time to locate Ted. He checked out several rooms, thinking that Ted would be cowering somewhere in them. He looked inside the interrogation room, and punched a man right through the skull. He then checked the bathroom, finding only one poor, fat cop hiding on the stall. He stared him right in the face before leaving him alive. Upon leaving the bathroom, he was shot in the back of the head! This close range bullet would normally obliterate any man and spatter their brains across the room. But, it barely made a dent. He then turned around and instantly murdered the cop who thought he saved the day.

Realizing he was no closer to finding Ted, he went outside to see if Juan Ortiz’ car was there - it was not. He went back inside the station and searched some more. Luckily, he found the next best thing to Ted - his mother, the sweet and sexy Mrs. Rogers!

He took her hostage and left, killing one final cop on his way out. He had killed twenty cops total so gg police. The T-800 took her to his cop car and forcibly shoved her in.

“If you so as much say a word,” he said in his thick Austrian accent, “I will rip out your tongue”.

Mrs. Rogers silently nodded.

The Terminator had begun formulating a plan - a plan so foolproof he was confident victory was his. He picked up the radio and began speaking, hoping Ted would hear him.

“TED - I HAVE YOUR MOTHER. UNLESS YOU COME BACK TO THE POLICE STATION RIGHT NOW, I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE SHE SUFFERS.”

He waited. It was silent for a few seconds, before he heard the voice of Juan Ortiz.

“Listen, Terminator”, the man said. “We’re coming over. Come out to the front”.

Success! Victory was all but assured. The T-800 suddenly realized that there was no way that the police hadn’t radioed for backup about the mass murder that had literally just occurred at the station. If he stayed outside, he was fucked. He then reached back out for the radio.

“I HAVE ALTERED THE DEAL. I’LL BE WAITING INSIDE THE POLICE STATION. I WILL SEE YOU SOON…”

Wait, that didn’t change anything at all. The military was surely on their way. He had to leave the premises immediately. He had an idea! He would wait at his hotel, and tell them to come under the cover of night. Ted would come, he would kill Ted, release his mother, and Skynets victory would be all but assured. Little did the Terminator know, he was sealing his fate with his next sentence.

“I AM ALTERING THE DEAL ONCE MORE. MEET ME AT THE MOTEL 6 IN MANSFIELD IN FIVE HOURS.”

There. He had an amazing, foolproof plan and literally nothing at all could derail him from succeeding. He returned to his motel with Mrs. Rogers, taking her up to his room. It was still light outside, and he was lucky nobody saw him because he looked like a fucking mess. He tied Mrs. Rogers to a chair before assessing the damage. Whole chunks of flesh were pouring off of his body, leaving his robotic exoskeleton exposed to anyone who looked at him. Blood was everywhere, and his clothing was completely fucked. Sensing a psychotic idea, he went over to Mrs. Rogers and forcibly grabbed her head and made her look into his twisted, blood red cybernetic eye.

“DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE MRS. ROGERS” he bellowed menacingly.

Mrs. Rogers, clearly having a mental breakdown due to the situation, said nothing but remained incredibly flustered. The T-800 began loading all his guns - even though he would just be confronting Juan Ortiz and Ted, he still couldn’t take any chances they would pull any shenanigans. This is when he noticed a slight choppering sound from above - oh fuck, it was a helicopter. It sounded military too, because it was loud as fuck. The Terminator took a look outside - if he was a human, he would’ve shit himself right then and there. He saw the SWAT Team assembling all over the hotel parking lot.

*How could this have happened*! He thought to himself. *How did all these cops find out where I was! There’s literally no way I could’ve foreseen these events occurring!!*

He grabbed Mrs. Rogers and broke through the next wall - he was determined to escape at any cost. He broke down every adjacent wall all the way to the other end of the motel. Upon reaching the last possible room, he broke down through the floor. *Surely this would be the way out*, he thought.

Like out of a comedy, he fell through the floor and was in the direct center of 10 SWAT members. Clearly they weren’t ready for this as they seemed shocked and frightened by the horrifying sight before them.

“LET ME GO OR I WILL KILL THIS WOMAN” the T-800 screamed.

“OPEN FIRE MEN!” an officer yelled.

The T-800 knew he was fucked. He spun around with his AK47 and managed to shoot all the piggies dead - however, he had just lost what little leverage he had as Mrs. Rogers had been completely obliterated in the crossfire and pumped full of holes.

Severely damaged, the T-800 looked out the back window of the motel. Clearly, he wasn’t dealing with amateurs as he saw a fucking Tank rolling up - they had him completely surrounded. He darted for a manhole cover and was lit up in the process - but he made it successfully into the sewer. He ran away as fast as he could, but he was very slow. He was being fastly pursued by the authorities, and he thought he still had a chance.

However, he was fucked. He didn’t see it coming or see where it came from, but upon exiting the sewers, he was completely decimated by a grenade. His CPU unit began its shutdown process, and the Terminator was dead. He had failed in his mission to defeat the resistance leader before he was born. Perhaps he would’ve had an easier time killing the child in his sleep once he was born. Luckily, he knew that a backup Terminator was being sent to defeat Ted Roger’s son in case he had failed there. Skynet still had one more chance……