HALLOWEEN 2017: INTO THE WOODS CYOA

[Fea Line]

D: Its....uh....well its somethin...


Fright Night stared in mild confusion at the scene before him. As they had followed the marshmallows towards their end he only found himself...underwhelmed to say the least. To say this was nothing like anything he had imagined was a very bold understatement. It was completely the opposite.

Or at least it felt that way.

What even was going on? An adult fumbling with a chainsaw, foals filling the air with squeals and ....laughter? Certainly they weren't excited to be chopped into pieces! Why that't be silly... and more dark than even he could handle. He loved spooks and horror and the occasional blood spurt but that was a little too far.

Maybe it was some kind of show like some others had mentioned? A weird juggling act or magic trick? Some side show freak attraction? A lost circus performer? Safety demonstration? How to Chainsaw 101??? "Its...aah....its...." Fright Night found himself stumbling over words as he tried to find the right ones to describe what he was witnessing at this very moment. A little filly next to him declaring this to be an actual serial killer sent a shiver up his spine. He tilted his head to look down at her, a frown forming over his wannabe vampire fangs. "Vell...its somethin..." he finished his musings aloud before taking a few steps closer.

His gaze drifted towards the sky and the trees, eagerly and frantically searching the shadows. "Vere has our flittery friend gone?!" he wondered aloud with a pout. He was here to catch monsters, not tree trunks or saw blades.  

[Chrystali]

D. It’s A Christmas Tree Farm.

“Seems handy,” Catwalk responded to the flutter with...was that an inkling of jealousy? Exhaling deeply, she looked extremely put out as they continued their trek, leaving the strange marshmallow child to her own devices.

And then there was a chainsaw. Because why wouldn’t there be?

The bab sighed deeply. A chainsaw murderer? A hoard of children at this hour? Of course there was an explanation. “Christmas tree farm, obviously. The only thing worse than a murderer is a murderer of the seasons and every Phony there is guilty.” The last part was more grumbled under her breath than shared, watching the going-on without much sense of urgency.

“Ac.Wings”

Argh phone tag

 

[Syrcaid]

A: Late night lumberjacks!

Nightvine wasn't even scared anymore, this was all absurd. They willingly voted to follow the trail of bait and now they all had the nerve to act surprised to hear something out of the ordinary in the woods.

"This is daft, this is all daft," Nightvine grumbled. "So if this is a stupid parade, I'm just as stupid for going along and I deserve whatever happens next. I'm hoping, though, beyond hope that it's just the Prawny papertowel man and his friends."  

[cursedandwandering]

D) A really elaborate scary campfire story with... props???


Well it looked like the marshmallow was a good choice at least in HB's opinion. Other than the possibility of chainsaw related injuries, a campfire with foals was a fun and safe time to be had for a clumsy mare. What was going on with that chainsaw anyway? The mare squinted, scratching her head. Well, they did have marshmallows, a nice fire going, and the kids seemed happy. Clearly this was just a fun day of camping with a little bit of props for the spooky stories!  

[Tristam Lockhart]

D. Someone using a chainsaw to open bottles

Bokeh jumped up a bit at the noise of the chainsaw and gave a nervous giggle at the possibility of also encountouring a chainsaw murderer in this very very long night.

"Um...Maybe it's one of those guys that do weird things and film it in slow motion cause it's pretty and cool?" The colt gave another nervous giggle. "Like..opening bottles with chainsaws...or cutting through a bucket of paint?"  

[Byagane319]

D: Foals having a camp out and telling ghost stories !

Draft followed along, wondering why someone would leave a trail of marshmallows. When they came to the clearing he watched the two agents speak but something made him wonder.

“Perhaps it is just some foals having a campout and telling ghost stories,” he suggested. He could see the resident adult maybe telling a so called local tale and then scaring the kiddos. Seemed like something that would be fun and give the kids fun memories of their childhood.  

[Gl!tch~]

D. Scary campfire story!

Kids? Cars? A chainsaw? Hmm. That one pony had a point, there should be more screaming if it was bloody murder. As much as he liked spooky stuff, this didn't seem like it! "I think it's like a scary show or something! Yeah!" Torte was on the right track, too! "Buuuut, not juggling. I think it's like a spooky story! That'd be really neat-o! I wanna see, I wanna see!" More fun creepy things were always cool, though they should be trying to find the mothpone, huh? Whoops.

purplerosesbeauty

Yushika

 

[Snoofington]

C: The Phonyland ground crew and their trainees!

Maybe it was wishful thinking on Crypt Keeper's part. Maybe it was because most things so far had turned out to be more mundane than they initially seemed, or at the very least were easy enough to write off as harmless. The Cybergoths they stumbled upon initially appeared intimidating and mysterious, and even the ruckus caused at their campsite had been more of a warning than a threat (nothing had really been damaged so much as toppled over and spread in disarray). Maybe all of those things helped put Crypt into a false sense of security while everyone else suggested either outlandish or downright frightful things.

"What if it's just the ground crew working with park trainees?" he suggested, all too aware he had been wrong before during this venture.  

[Ruriska]

D: It’s a live action round of Dead By Daylight!

Banshee stood up on her hind legs to get a better look, her eyes impossibly wide and her brain ticking along. Everyone was trying to work out what was going on and as the chainsaw person fumbled with their instrument of death - she understood.

“I LOVE THIS GAME,” Banshee declared. It was a favourite of hers and her brother; they loved desperately running away from the killers, saving each other from hooks, escaping death by a hair. Laurie was her own personal favourite character to play and Banshee was confident in her juking abilities.

Their enemy must be the Hillbilly or the Cannibal. “WE NEED TO FIND THE GENERATORS.”  

[Huni Pi]

C: The Phonyland ground crew and their trainees!

Muck was not sure what it was but he had the feeling that there was no real reason to be worried. So while the others seemed distraught, Swamp Net was less riled underneath his sheet ghost costume.

Still, he brought out his net bag, "I can throw this to tangle him up if it is a real serial killer." he whispered to Labyrinth.

Astraea Pandora

 

[Huni Pi]

Muck nodded, whispering to reassure the mare, "Throw then run like crazy, sounds like a plan." Part of him considered asking her if, should they survive this night, she would like to hang out with him some time. But given their current situation now might not be the best time.

Astraea Pandora

 

[medigel]

C: The Phonyland ground crew and their trainees!

"You think so?" Another blink. She was probably being nice, considering he hadn't actually ousted anything from the trees other than twigs and leaves but, eh, he'd take it. "Thanks. Well...Anyway, don't want to let these go to waste."

Undeterred by a little dirt, Hooked licked up one of the marshmallows as the gang followed them, sticking a second to his fishing hook as he chewed. "Safe," he declared happily, in case Catwalk or anyone else had a doubt. Now he actually had some bait! Or at least another snack if this adventure went too much farther into the night.

But being beset by the sight of what looked like a chainsaw and some foals getting their deaths squeezed out of them distracted him from eating another. After FBI Agents and humans, this seemed almost hilarious to Hooked, like another page out of the wacky cartoon of a night this was turning out to be. Instead of a rod, he should have brought popcorn!

"You can't murder trees?" Hooked gave the other foal a strange look. "Can you?" That had to be just some of the crew having some fun.

Chrystali

 

[theCorniest]

C) The Phonyland ground crew and their trainees!

While the brandishing of the chainsaw initially put Friend-Ship ill at ease, L'eggs' mild reaction reassured him that things probably weren't what they seemed. There were, after all, a number of perfectly legitimate reasons to wield a chainsaw - sculpture, cutting down trees, home demolition... The last seemed unlikely, but the two former could very well be what the mystery phony was doing. As they neared the group, his step didn't exactly have a spring in it, but at least he was moving forward and not hiding behind someone or something.