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  • The Crimson King


    Basically, what I had in mind for my plot is that Sandra/"Sandy" {My Girl} finds herself dealing with forces beyond her control. Basically, a creature/phenomena either created entirely by you (An OC) or from a movie franchise:

    Have a franchise you want to do/I might like that's not on my list? Tell me!


    On top of the main killer and NPCs/side characters, you'll also be playing another main character who works with and helps Sandy along the way. They'll be of your own creation. Of any age, of any background; Just don't make them a Gary Stu/Mary Sue or anything.

  • That's a silly question. Yes! As long as it's not too horrible. Like, no graphic sex. Graphic violence I give leeway to.

  • Sorry for the delay, everything has been made regarding the monster.

  • Nice! Also, I might do a film-inspired one with you and a new friend o' mine.

  • It came up fine, now. And James, if you want, can be a person involved in Sandra's case. Which deals with something that happened with the Boggart when she was 13.

  • The first time Sandy was being tracked by the Boggart was shortly after her father left. Narrowly missing the creature until the present day.

  • Pretty much, yeah. She just doesn't talk about it. And now, it's followed her to her current situation.

  • Hmm...I'll begin us off with Sandy talking to someone about her issues. Be it James or another doctor.

  • (Actually, instead, our 'opening scene' shall be set in either late night or early morn. With Sandy messing with scars and reminiscing. Either someone checks on her or something frightens her/foreshadows the monster.)


    The young woman laying on her bed had pulled up her shirt. Exposing the scars to the darkness. Sandy let one hand roam across this map of wounds. These were not the ones she inflicted on herself. Oh, no. The ones on her stomach and nearing her chest...Came from something else. Had the batch since she was 13.


    Shrieking. Crying. Trying to get away. Little girl tries to escape. She winced, breathing in-and-out as she briefly flashbacked and forth. Images of the past going through her mind in varying quality. Some dim...Others vibrant.


    (Sandy was at the knife stage before things changed; 13 at the time she was stabbed a bit.)

  • Something shuffles beneath the bed, like a light scratching on tile floor. Something has moved.


    The phone has begun ringing insistingly; Sandy is receiving a call.


    (Short and sweet to move us forward, huge apologies for it being so short however. I'm quite busy. My posts will lengthen as we go on.)

  • Oh, God! Sandy nearly rolled over onto the floor from shock. She'd been...She'd been deep in thought when she heard the sounds. The blonde forced herself to sit up in her dazed state. She gazed around the floor, even quickly glancing under her bed. Nothing. Her brain just messing with her.


    The young woman staggered across the room. Grabbing a hold of her phone, going through the motions and then answering it. "H...Hello?"

  • James pulled all-nighters essentially every single evening, thus it was he who had called Sandra at this ungodly hour, "Hey, Sandy; it's uh, James. Are you comin' to school today? It's been a week since I saw you in any of our classes," Sandra had James in the majority of her classes, thus they spoke outside of school to generate a mutualistic relationship, though James never really knew if he was actually friends with Sandy, as they've never really done anything that friends do, "So are you? Teachers are starting to get concerned."


    A small calico cat appeared from under the bed, stretching out on the floor before preparing a jump onto the bed, executing the maneuver with speed and accuracy, landing on the sheets with a little trilling noise. It stares up at Sandra with large, yellow, unnatural eyes for a solid 15 seconds before laying down beside her on the bed.

    ["Hi Sandra"]

  • James? Oh, thank Heaven, it was just James. "I...Dunno, honestly. Things...Things came up. Haven't been feeling good." Sandy answered. As of late, her school attendance had been rather sparse. Sometimes, for valid reasons (A quick doctor's visit). Other times, she made up excuses. She glanced around the room as she spoke. Her next words lost as she spots the cat.


    Honestly, Sandy almost dropped her phone in surprise. A startled sound erupting from her throat.