Sorry for the delays my peeps! Been a bit too busy with work (finishing up my 8th day in a row Friday!), but I will have everything out on Friday for you all ❤️ Then it's smooth sailing from there. Thank you for the patience, and as always, feel free to skip me in anything that requires me to be skipped.
Siren Head. A perspective from William Henning. 38, White Male.
I'm writing this now as me and three over friends are waiting... well, for death I suppose?. We were allowed into this unusual place by a bloke in the military. some guy with war experience. He gave us some weapons, these weapons being a rifle, 3 grenades and a torch for all of us. All of the supplies were from a nearby base and with clearance from the US Military, we are now here.
However, what seemed to be the most important thing of this whole expedition was our radio. It was designed to constantly sputter out nonsense. If we were to call them, it would give them radio static. If they were to communicate with us, it would also be static. To know what we were saying we would have 3 code words. A buzz 3 times was "SOS". A buzz 2 times was "All Ok" and a buzz 1 time was "Extreme Force Needed". Of course all would be used thanks to the bastard with a siren for a head.
Anyway, my three other companions were Richard Emerald, an experienced sniper. David Crow, explosive expert and "Lamina" who was an experienced general combat soldier. We couldn't know his actual name since he belonged to the government itself of fucking course.
Us four eventually managed to get over the blockade and we were lucky with our timing. Mainly because it was noon, we could see far out ahead to the over-pass and the forest next to us. The first thing we noticed though was the mall to our right. It seemed to be closed even though we could hear its crappy music. Unbearably loud. If I can remember the lyrics it was something like, "We're on our way to grandpies, oh its such good company. It's the only place to be, wee! , over at grandma's house!". Something like that. It got weird though as we walked away and we could still hear it. Admittedly it was freaky but, eventually it went away.
Next we came across the overpass. We turned around and saw two things that didn't really make sense. A big white thing, looked a bit like an oil tanker. with pipes on the front. We could hardly see a thing with these thermal goggles on. Of course we had to wear them because if anything was living, we had to see it. When we took them off though, it was obvious that it was living and breathing and not just a hot oil tanker. We opened fire and rather quickly it seemed to die. Walking over we saw nothing but a large, maggot like circus with arms at its front and a rather cute face. Then it some-fucking-how came alive again! It's cute face was replaced by a melting human face under it like a second layer of skin. David threw a grenade into it, outstanding move. It quickly exploded and died, no real damage as all we saw of the explosion was a light inside it's torso and then it flopped down again. Checking for a heartbeat we felt nothing and considered it dead.
We then gathered up the emotional strength to march ahead through "Satans Tunnel". We got there quickly! It was a straight path there. As soon as we got to the entrance though we were met with an unusual crackling sound. We saw a loooong fucking spine with a horse skull at the end. Of course we were frit to death by it. But when it came close we felt unusual... Like we had just been given life and energy. We quickly assumed that it was more than peaceful. We praised it but it didn't give a response so we just walked through the tunnel and quickly turned right so we didn't go over the bridge. We didn't want to go too far...
Next we came across what looked like a big dog. It was already dead. Laying in the ground with 24 bullet holes in it's head. Poor thing. Probably killed by a lunatic with a gun that thought it was hostile. I mean it could of been! We didn't know. We carried on around the ravine.
Then we heard the song again, now we know it wasn't the mall. We turned around and saw a very familiar face! Cartoon cat! All four of us had watched his cartoons as a kid and by this we thought him as peaceful! Of course we were wrong. The creepy bastard's face became distorted and it came speeding at us. I managed to get a shot in his leg and he quickly fell over, crawling towards us at walking pace. I threw a grenade at it and it blew the fucker in half. Then crawling out of him was cartoon dog. We didn't spare him... We fired at him as he waved at us with a disturbing look. His arm was shot clear off and fell to the ground, in pain he wailed and waved his arm around at us, grapping David. Then he threw David at us. In a rage I dodged my ally who was now a fucking weapon and rushed up to the dog. grabbing a nearby pole I raised it up to him and I swung at his leg. I missed. Didn't miss his torso though. Hit him so hard to fell over, letting my comrades take shots at his head, once again pummelling it to a fine bloody ash. We carried on
Off in the distance we saw a watchtower. We thought it was a good place to stay and we rushed over to it. On the way we saw that the towers lights were on and nearby was a more "new" scene. 10 police cars and footprints. The cars were not scratched and were in perfect condition. The footsteps were massive and bony, like a large skeleton had walked by. Other than that and thinking about what the footsteps belonged too, nothing. No corpses... No blood... Nothing. We decided to rush to to the top of the tower and wait.
Lamina saw something. He said it was white and walked on all four legs. It was at a district of some kind, probably industrial, Once again we walked over, eyes out for anything and when we got there... By GOD were we scared by the appearance of it. It was human-like but it walked on all fours and it's mouth was huge. Again we took a shot at it and it quickly fell to the ground, coughing up black blood. Stupid thing... We decided to walk back and this is where it is all coming to an end.
When we got home and rushed up the tower, we saw our target running towards us on all fours. Siren Head. The beast that had killed thousands. The un-killable bastard that has been weakened by the most brutal of weapons. We knew we couldn't deal with him and we did as told. Send for more help. We called and we got a reply. Siren head wasn't able to corrupt or distort these messages enough.
Now, I'm finishing this long paper as I'm looking at a fucking warhead from a helicopter. It's small and is probably nothing more than a highly explosive missile, not an ICBM or something. Clearly they wanted to use us as an attraction to whatever else was in here and to kill off the more weaker ones. I can see siren head scrambling in panic, hiding below the trees as the explosion is pushing the trees down over him. One of his arms just came flying below us, missing by 30 meters or so. No way he survived that. Of course not only did he die but so did a number of other creatures that were listed to as after. All were confidently recorded as dead with the evidence of body parts. Not even the horse skull creature was alive with evidence of it's detached head. Other than that I have nothing else to say.
Terrifying experience, I don't think I'll ever be able to let go of it.
Status update: I have returned from holiday madness-times, but still iffy on the mental health front. Have two half-written posts, so expect replies in the next couple of days. To those of you that have been waiting patiently for replies or commission updates, I really appreciate your understanding. ❤️ @King @danzilla3 @-Lilium-
Merry Christmas, Valucre! 'Tis a season for thanksgiving, and I find myself thanking my lucky stars for the stories I've found and the friends that abound in this corner of the internet. May blessings and good tidings shower upon you this holiday season! 💖
Hi everyone. About the end of september, I caught covid. It didn't really manifest itself symptomatically for a week, so the exact date I caught it is kinda *shrug* and we weren't able to trace where I got it from well. The best guess is a UberEats driver who had it, but there were other possibilities too. I was in the hospital for two weeks. By that point, Val was secondary to my school efforts, so this just kind of fell off.
I'm back, I'm just going to be taking things really really slow, like one thread at a time once a week. Please those who RP'd with me in threads that died, DM me and maybe we can work something out.
Sorry.
Apologies to my writing partners; I've been pulling all-nighters alongside jam-packed workdays, and my brain's been deadened to all creative outlets. . . but! Hopefully will get to post today or tomorrow. 🙏 Thank you for your patience! If I need to be skipped at all, it's all fine too. 😊
Training is well complete and I've officially been in the field two weeks now. At this point I'll admit that work is no longer my primary distraction from writing. It's time consuming and exhausting to be back on the dating scene after a 12 year hiatus. But yeah, that's where I'm at. Alive, mostly well, trying to kill these sales.
I'm getting that itch though. 😏
To everyone I'm writing with—work at my delivery service business just picked up again after our city increased its quarantine lockdown measures again, so things have been hectic over here, and I've been too drained to write properly; apologies for the delays of posts! I'll be posting to threads tonight or tomorrow morning. 😊🙏
Just a heads up...
I will be around but unable to make too many, if any, posts over the next 7 1/2 days. I will be working, and sleeping when not there.
I apologize for the abrupt inconvenience and again as always, appreciate your patience.
@Fierach @Noko @danzilla3 @Lucinda Valentine
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