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Your name is Evan Tolston, and you are having a very bad night.

The trailer where you live is on fire. You were at your grandfather's house in the country a half-hour drive away, and you have no idea how you got back here in the first place. Someone who looks and sounds exactly like you is out to get you. There is a solar flare happening right now that has apparently knocked out all the power. Your cat ran away. You were just attacked by some kind of strange beast. And finally, in desperation, you called for help from a weird, pale-skinned, black-eyed girl you met almost a month ago, and she somehow made the beast explode on top of you, as the final dare in the truth or dare game you started way back then. You are now soaked in blood.

You push yourself uneasily up to your feet, gripping the handle of the cast-iron skillet as tightly as you can, feeling the reassuring weight of the flashlight in your pocket. The flickering orange glow of your parents' burning trailer home grows steadily brighter behind you. You look up to the branch where Elle was sitting, just in time to see her leap gracefully off the high branch and land in the grass in front of you noiselessly. She steps forward slowly and drags a pale finger across your blood-soaked shirt, an eerie grin on her face.

"You're a mess," she says. "Why don't we go somewhere and get you out of those clothes?"
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Chapter 1 was divided into two threads due to autosage glitches.
Thread 1: http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/19363045/#19363045
Thread 2: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19365844/
Chapter 2: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19410131/
I'm going to try to keep the necessary details present in this thread, but I can't promise that you won't miss something if you haven't read the other two chapters. They are fairly short, though.
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Awww shit, you're back.

Well, she did save us. Let's ask some questions along the way though.

Like, for instance, how did you do that?
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"H-how did you do that?" you ask, still catching your breath.

Elle licks her bloody finger and giggles. "How about 'hello', first? 'Thank you' would be nice, too. Or maybe 'Elle, you're beautiful'." She smiles and starts off into the woods in the direction of your fort.

"Oh, uh...sorry. Hello, it's...good to see you again, I think," you respond, rushing to catch up to her. She giggles again, and you continue, "Thanks for helping."

"I did it because you dared me to," she replies. "Games make us stronger together. You haven't learned anything since I saw you last, have you?" You get a little frustrated with her obtuseness, but before you can muster up a reply, she grabs your skillet-holding arm and holds it up, inspecting it. "This doesn't hurt?" she asks.

"What doesn't hurt?" you respond, still confused. "You holding my arm?"

A smile spreads slowly across her face. "Interesting. Hey, hey, put that down on the ground, I want to try something."
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Oh, we're not supposed to be able to touch iron, or something? Interesting.

We should ask her what that thing she asploded was at some point too, and how we teleported to the trailer.
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Yeah, do what she says. She's been pretty bro so far.
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You nod and set the skillet down on the ground. "What was that thing that attacked me? And how did I get from my grandfather's house to my bed in the trailer?"

Elle smiles. "That thing was a waste of a perfectly good talent, and I suspect you traveled like this."

Elle suddenly lunges forward and pushes you hard in the middle of your chest, so hard you're lifted off the ground with the force. You flail as you fall backwards, and gasp as you feel your body hitting cold water. Your momentary confusion at being nowhere near any rivers is quickly replaced by panic, as your gasp causes you to choke.

You push yourself up out of the water, which is only about three feet deep, and cough violently.
When you look around, Elle is nowhere to be found, but you think the area looks similar enough to be somewhere along the creek that passes behind your trailer.
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>>19546116
She doesn't fuck around, does she?

Well, we should get out and make sure that flashlight still works. Whether it does or not, we should make for the fort as soon as we're sure we're not being followed. She might be there, since that's where we were heading.
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...And you left the skillet on the ground, didn't you? Fuck.
She was obviously just trying her hardest to disarm you of a weapon she was scared of. Why would she be scared of your weapons if she didn't think you might be using them against her?
Use this opportunity to wash the blood off you, you look like a crazy person. Then I say we head for civilization. Elle is bad news.
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You grumble in annoyance and rub the blood off as good as you can. It's hard to tell in this dim moonlight whether or not it came out of your clothes, but you're pretty sure you got your skin and hair cleaned off.

You are a little startled to realize you don't feel the flashlight in your pocket anymore. In a panic, you feel around on the creek bed for a minute until you find it amongst the silt.

You walk out onto the shore and click the button a few times, disappointed to find it unresponsive. Remembering what you heard about wet electronics, you unscrew the back and shake the batteries out into your palm, so the insides can dry out.

You're a little surprised as the bulb begins to flicker, without the batteries. You look out into the now-illuminated darkness and see that you've unintentionally shone the beam up into the second-story window of a house you don't recognize, but which looks too nice for your neighborhood. On the other side of the house, you see a sudden flash, as sparks begin shooting out of a transformer on a telephone pole. You also see a figure in the window peer down at you, then move back into the darkness.
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>>19546512
Evasive mode. Grab the light and be ready to run. Find the nearest patch of moonlight we can jump into if needed.
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Remember what you saw each time you traveled to a place that didn't make sense- the light shining on the mushroom, for instance? The prince called you border-walker. This means something, so see if you can figure out how to spot 'borders'.

Btw, all the fae think you're fae too, and cold iron harms them. If you can find something else like that skillet but with a handle of some sort, you will have a weapon without broadcasting "I'm not a fae".

Right now you don't know where you are so I'd suggest maybe finding a street sign. Try to stay inconspicuous.
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I don't think fae have houses. This could be the first opportunity we've had to interact with a human who's not a drunk and/or abusive family member. Maybe they have some way to communicate? No one in your family knows where you are.
At least knock and ask where you are. And maybe if you can use a phone.
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>>19546585
Unless that exploding transformer means another fae is inside.
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>>19546651
Point, but there's also the solar flare going on.
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I love this quest!
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Say "This counts as a dare."
Try and jump back into the water.
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You consider knocking and asking for directions, but you decide it might be better to find a street sign first. Looking back and forth, you see that the creek runs through several yards with fences, and that this house is the only one nearby with an open gate.

You duck and rush as quickly as you can through the back yard towards the street, and jump in alarm as a rope ladder drops down right in front of you from a window on the second floor.

"You're early!" whispers an eager female voice from overhead. "I thought you said you weren't coming until midnight! I invite you inside. Come on! My parents are asleep."

In the moonlight, you think you recognize the girl as Savannah, a girl in your class at school.
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>>19546819
>"I invite you inside."
She has a fae fuckbuddy? Wow.
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>>19546819
Well go on, climb up. Once you get in there, ask her who she thinks you are.
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>>19546819
Climb inside. When you're inside, say "Elle, I invite you in."
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>>19546832
Well, so does evan, sort of.
Is she mistaking you for your doppelganger?
Don't just go in. Ask her who she thinks you are, tell her you're evan, ask where you are and what time it is. I don't want to be here when other us shows up.
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>>19546847
>>19546872

Yeah, climb up and get in hehehe
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This night is so strange. You decide to just roll with it and see what happens. You begin climbing as quietly as possible, but when you get closer, Savannah squints down into the darkness. "Wait, you're... Evan? What are you doing?" she asks, her voice cracking with anxiety. "Wait wait let me get dressed."

She disappears inside and closes the window, leaving you hanging awkwardly on the wall. A moment later, she returns, wearing a big t-shirt, and pulls the window open again.

You climb up higher so you can see through the window. You see several candles arranged around the sides of her bed, and she fidgets nervously. "Evan, you...you're all wet. What are you doing out here?"

Frankly, you're not quite sure how to answer that one.
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Blurt out everything.
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>>19547162
"Wacky shit. Does the person you're waiting for have black eyes and pale skin and big, pointy ears?"
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>>19547162let me get dressed

Aw come on...

"I wish I know Savannah; Who you were waiting for?"
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>>19547162
My life has recently been going in very strange directions. So who were you waiting for Savannah? Did he have black eyes, and look positively fae?
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>>19547162
I think she was waiting for our magical fey bullshit self... kinky.
"What where you doing naked waiting for someone?"
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we don't need to interrogate her. we know what is probably going on.
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>>19547194
This. Only, less conspicuous.
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>>19547162
"I fell in the river. Elle, I invite you in."
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>>19547194
This feels most humorous as a reply and therefore I support it
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>>19547480
i don't think we can invite fo someone else's house. need to tell her about elle and have her invite her in.
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>>19547645
Okay the only reason to invite Elle in is if she wouldn't want Elle to come in.
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You sigh and lean up against her windowsill. "Wacky shit. Does the person you're waiting for have black eyes and pale skin and big, pointy ears?"

Savannah's eyes open wide and she nods. "And...and big sharp horns! Did he send you?"

Horns, that's a new one. You remember having those yourself, once. You climb up through the window. "No, he didn't. I expect we're dealing with the same kind of thing."

"You mean, you know a different demon?" She asks excitedly.

"Wait, demon?" you ask.

Savannah hands you a towel. "Yeah! He said I was a witch and that's how I summoned him! I guess you're a...warlock?"

"I...I don't think so. Elle, I'm inviting you in," you say.

You hear a thump outside the room, but nothing else happens. Savannah's eyes widen in panic. "Wh...why would you...WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? You can't do that! No one else is invited in!" She looks around nervously.
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Well, somebody's been lied to. I think we're owed an explanation here.
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>>19547808
>Elle, I'm inviting you in," you say

That was a dick move. For no purpose other than being a dick.
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I don't think anyone has used the word fae in the quest itself yet. Maybe she's not wrong.
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>>19547808
Actually she might be right, these might be demons. The iron says otherwise, though. "Elle is a friend of mine, we play games together."
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>>19547808
Explain that elle is not a demon and thus far she has been helpful (probably shouldn't mention she exploded a boogie man.)
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>"I...I don't think so. Elle, I'm inviting you in," you say.
That's not nice. Plus it isn't even your house, and you're being a dishonorable guest. That kind of behaviour opens a lot of leeway for shit to happen to us.

>>19547808
Apologize at least, then ask some questions about the demon maybe?
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Stop inviting people in, that's dickish.

Apologize to our host.
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>>19547808

I am sorry, I don't know what was I think."

Because seriously what the fuck? Not cool at all, why could you guys suggest that other than screw with a possible friend and a source of information?
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>>19547909
demons are vulnerable to iron, too, in some mythos. actually, in D&D, I think either devils or demons tend to have dr/cold iron, but I forget which.
I'm not sure Elle has been "helpful" so much as "beholden to the rules of a game we were playing, and then had sex with a 12-year-old, and then took away his weapon because it could hurt her"
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>>19548004
In norse mythology fairies and fae where forbidden from interacting with elements of the earth. As the fairies and elves where in charge of the forest and the dwarves and goblins where in charge of the earth.
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Come on. She thinks this dude is a demon. Do deals with demons EVER have good intentions?

"Elle helped protect me earlier. These people, not all of them are nice. Elle can't protect us if she's not inside."
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>>19548472
>Do deals with demons EVER have good intentions?
Do Fae?
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You shake your head. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I thought that would be a good idea. But I don't think Elle is a demon, she's been uh..." you think back at all the things she's done, and hesitate. "...nice to me. At least, we played a game together, and she did save me. But then, I guess that was part of the game, too..." You look away. "At any rate, I'm sorry."

Savannah backs up and leans against the wall. "I think it's okay," she responds. "I don't think it worked, anyway. This isn't your home."

"Right," you say, remembering how Elle wanted an invitation into your fort, and whatever was at your trailer set it on fire when you didn't invite it in. "I guess they need to be invited to come inside a place? I kind of thought it was significant, but didn't really think about it until now."

"Well, someone has to consider it their home," Savannah replies. "If you feel at home in a place, they can't come through its borders without an invitation. I think public stuff is fair game, though." She looks pensive for a second, and you feel a little awkward. "I'm sorry, this is really weird. I kind of feel like I should tell you, Orion was asking me stuff about school, and if I thought there were any other kids in my class who were magic, like me. He was really intent on it, like he wanted to know if I'd noticed anyone disappearing or anything. Do you...think he was talking about you?"
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Sorry for the delays, but I'm afraid there are going to be a couple more of them coming up. Should be smooth sailing after that though.
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>>19548566
"Probably. Can you tell me more about Orion? And when did he start asking about me?"

Also I am SO PLEASED that you used one of my off-the-cuff bullshit responses verbatim.
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>>19548566

Maybe, I think I went to where they come from by accident and went I got out I end near here. What has Orion told you?
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>>19548566

So, its pretty certain that she is fucking Orion right.
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Okay, he's looking for you. I don't think she's actually like us, I think this Orion guy is just looking for us like elle was looking for us and doppelganger was looking for us and fuck he's going to be there at midnight. This girl is being used to get to you and if it is anywhere near midnight you need to leave and if it isn't anywhere near midnight you also need to leave because fuck all this noise for real.
I am very uneasy about this. Run, man. Run far away. We're in some kind of solar-flare-based apocalypse scenario, steal a goddamn car if you have to.
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explain that they are hurt by cast iron, like old pans. so keep some nearby in case something goes wrong. and ask why orion would say they are a demon and not something kinder.
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>>19548705

Its the full moon not the solar-flare, remember that the last time was a month ago.
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>>19548746
full moons don't make transformers explode and knock out all the power, dude. That's a goddamn aurora borealis outside, and I seriously doubt they're anywhere north enough for that to be normal.
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>>19548789

The lights out and the visit of our fairy friends are unrelated, unless there was a solar-flare exactly one moon cycle ago.
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>>19548566
Check the stars. See if Orion is out there. Tell her if she has iron, maybe you can sneak down the the kitchen together if there is none of here.
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also out flashlight is working WITHOUT ANY GODDAMNED BATTERIES!! i think the magic in the air is fucking the shit out of electric things.
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>>19548867
I'm saying the solar flare is the cause of the apocalypse scenario, not the faries. they were talking about it on the news at the beginning of the last chapter. They said it was going to affect airports, banks, and hospitals. it's powering a flashlight with no batteries. If power is out GLOBALLY, there are some serious problems going down here.
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>>19548566
I don't think she knows that not all these folk are nice. We should let he know we wondered into there world and met some nasty ones.
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>>19548979

Don't blow things out of proportion, solar flare are known to fuck with everything electronic went they hit it just happen that we haven't been hit by a really big one yet in real life. Unless we know something specific about the scale of the solar flare lets not jump to conclusion. Lets see what we can find out with Savannah and maybe get a little of what she was planing to do with Orion.
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BTW I hear about an earlier thread by the same OP about a closet that and I think someone mention it was creepy or something, anyone knows about it?
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>>19549197
I posted that post, the thread in question was only two posts long, and Silenus sort of retconned it.
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>>19549238

You got the archive.foolz link?
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http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/19398544/#19398544
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>>19549307
Also archived on sup/tg/.
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>>19549400
That one wasn't.
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You back up a little nervously. "I think he might have been. When did this happen?" You ask.

"About a month ago," she answers. "So, can you disappear?"

You shrug. "I guess so? I keep winding up in other places, like right before I got here. I don't know how or why it happens though, but I guess it usually happens when I'm around, uh, demons." You think for a minute. "Listen, I just wanted you to know, they're not all nice. I think I wound up in the place that they come from, and one of them burned down my house."

She looks a little shocked. "O...oh," she stutters.

You decide to press forward with all the information that you have. "But, I think Elle was surprised that an iron skillet I was holding wasn't hurting me. Maybe iron hurts them? Do you have anything made of iron?"

Savannah looks thoughtful for a second. "What, just metal? I dunno, I'll look around. I don't want to wake my parents up. Not supposed to have boys in my room," Savannah replies, and chuckles a little. She stops by the door and looks down at her feet. "What's this?" she mutters, and picks up some kind of metal cylinder from the ground, after rolling it out from its position partway under the doorframe. "Will this work?"

"That...that's my flute!" you answer.

"You must have dropped it," she says, and wanders over to another pile of things on the other side of the room, handing it to you as she passes. She picks up a watch from a pile of clothes by the bed, as your mind tries to wrap itself around how this thing got here.

"Oh, look at that," she says, holding the watch up to a candle. "12:02. But, my watch was always a little fast."
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>>19549197
I realized that I had something else to attend to that day, and wound up deleting it before it really got started. When I sat down to do chapter 2 later, I felt like doing a different story.
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>>19549746
We're so fucked. Savanah is so going to die.
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"he may know i'm here so he felt that coming in wasn't needed. please, can you get elle? i don't want her stuck outside with him."
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How the fuck did Evan's things get into Savannah's room?

Glad I caught this thread as it was happening. Art is wonderful as always.
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>>19549746
Ask her if the demon she met would look like you if he didn't have horns.

THE DEMON IS YOU.
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>>19547808
>You hear a thump outside the room, but nothing else happens.
Yep, Elle's in the house.
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I suspect that Orion might be Evan's doppelganger - the one that the fairy in chapter 2 called the Prince. If that's true, than Evan is in a bad place right now.
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The thread can't be over already. Where's the next post?
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>>19550300
He has to draw each one, this quest requires patience.
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>>19549746
We should find out more about her side of things...also why was she naked before?
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Play the flute.
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>>19550493
No no no no, the last thing we need is more weird shit.
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You try to reassure yourself with the weight of the flute in your hand. "Does Orion look like me, if he didn't have horns?" you ask.

"Oh, no," Savannah responds. "He's very different. Much taller."

"I think I should go," you say, and turn back towards the window.

"Wait," she says. You turn back to look at her, and she's looking absentmindedly at an empty corner of the ceiling, her eyes unfocused. She smiles lazily. "He's here already. Of course you can come in, love."

The window slams shut.

"He's just a friend from class," she says. "Oh! he can disappear, like you said!"

You back slowly away from the girl and try to pry the window up, but it won't budge.

Savannah suddenly looks pained. "No, no, where are you going! I did everything you said, with the blood and everything! Nobody even knows it was me!" She suddenly looks down at you, her eyes still blank and lifeless. "Yes, yes of course I will, love.

She lifts her big t-shirt up off her head, tosses it on the floor, and lunges at you, pressing her lips to yours.
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>>19550697
Foot to the groin, elbow strike to the face, kick down her door and SCREAM LIKE A BITCH.
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>>19550697
Hmm. Maybe it's the flute. Drop it and push her away.
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shove her away. smash open window with flute and climb down the ladder.
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She's a little girl. Overpowering her won't be the problem, getting out will. She's probably been told to try to keep you here with her body.

Play the flute! It appeared when you invited Elle in, it's probably here for this!
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>>19550842
Fukken SAVED
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>>19550842
I love you so much, Shas.
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>>19550724
>>19550787
>>19550824
>>19550848

Fuck that, we cant stop now. Keep going we are getting some tonight.
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>>19550943
I prefer my soul intact and unreaved, thank you.
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>>19550979

OK we can compromise, we get some and then we escape.
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>>19550697
This could be bad...we assumed that when she was talking about demons she was talking about the fairy folk. If Orion was a fae wouldn't we see him...this could be bad. Maybe there are other forces at work here.
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>>19551100

So she IS a witch and witches do fuck with demons. Fascinating keep going we may get more information.
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play the flute. plaaaayy iiiiit.
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elle may of saved us with sex already. a girl's body is no longer some great unknown. she can't tempt us. use FLUTE.
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>>19550697
THE FLUUUTE play it.
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>>19550697
Throw the flute at the corner she was staring at.
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This is clearly a dangerous situation. Why did Elle send us here? Maybe she didn't know where she was sending Evan?

Play the flute. It's the only thing here that's really yours. As a symbol of your power, it's the only thing that might get you out.
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>>19551258
>Why did Elle send us here?
At some point I think we are going to have to realize that just because Elle fucked Evan does not mean she has his best interests at heart.
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BUMP
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>>19551314

Or maybe she trusts us that we can get over this.
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>>19550842
Play the flute.
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>>19550842

Also good job Shas. I FUKKIN LOLD.
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Silenus? You around, chief?
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More than an hour since the last post? I'm worried now. Someone should just archive this in case Silenus doesn't come back tonight.
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>>19551969
He's working on the update
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>>19551969
>>19551976
>>19551990
This thread requires patience AND ENDURANCE! You must endure the sleep deprivation to see his ace drawings.
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You react as swiftly as you can, trying to extricate yourself from the girl's grasp. Your hand is stayed by your own hesitation, whether due to concern for her well-being or by that background voice that grows in the back of all adolescent boys' minds. Nonetheless, you manage to pull her away long enough to bash the window in with your flute.

Unfortunately, the strike leaves you off-balance, and Savannah makes short work of exploiting this, shoving you to the ground and straddling your waist. "Stay here, Evan," she coos, "Just a little while. Please." As she speaks, she pushes the window open just a crack and shoves the baseball bat wedged in the windowsill to which the rope ladder is attached. it sails through the gap and you hear a dull thud on the ground outside.

Roaring with frustration, you try to push her away, when you remember your flute. You put it to your lips and blow a couple of notes futilely, one hand preoccupied by keeping Savannah at bay. Your fumbling finds the finger holes, and you start to play a short melody.

Savannah stops fighting with the button on your wet shorts for a moment. You take the opportunity to use both hands on the flute and try as best you can to get lost in the music, like the first time.
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>>19552407
A fast-paced, frantic song wells up in you from nowhere, and you close your eyes. You can feel something else in the room with you. Not living things, but lines. On the window, around the door, under the bed, and a particularly strong one encircling the bed, on which the candles are placed.

You close your eyes and push yourself down towards it.

The weight atop you shifts.

"Took you long enough to get here," says Elle's voice above you.

When you open your eyes, you find yourself inside your fort, huge and cavernous as it was last time. Straddling you now is not Savannah, but Elle, her pale, bare skin illuminated by the two flickering flames in the center of the room.

"Elle? What are you doing here?" you ask.

She giggles. "You said, 'Just this once, and only if you don't take anything else.' This isn't that once anymore, so I took your flute. It's all in the interpretation."

You smile and collapse back into the soft grass, as Elle wiggles herself on your lap expectantly. "Thanks, Elle. You're beautiful."

She grins widely. "Hmm, you're definitely learning. But I'm disappointed."

"Why?" you ask.

She unsnaps the button on your shorts, still grinning. "Do I have to do everything myself? I told you to get out of those clothes."

End Chapter 3.
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>>19552413

ha ha horns

so horny
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Sorry, guys. it took forever to draw that, and then I had to redraw a bit due to rewrite, and then it was too large for 4chan and I had to split it.

Wasn't on my A game tonight, speedwise. Multitudinous apologies. Thank you all so much for sticking with it. I do ask that you please sage all discussion posts from here on out, I've been on page 0 all day and I'm sure the nice folks would like their board space back.
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>>19552413

SEX!
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>>19552413
Ah ha.
We got some old style changeling going on.
Anyway awesome story
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19545306/
archived
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So, the flute is the key to our power...
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Good end
We didn't even have to hurt Savannah
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>>19552542

And we get SEX! With Elle.

Though we are suspiciously getting too much tail for a kid.
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Our horns are bigger.
We gained power.
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>>19552556
once per full moon isn't all that much.

So this is nice and all, because hey sex is great and we didn't have to kill anyone this time. But uh, we're still a 12 year old living in the woods, being pursued by invisible monsters, and we're nowhere near where all the adults that care(?) about us think we are, and our house burned down.
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>>19552556

Look at those horns man, there is more going own with us. Also is good to know how we can call/get to Elle.
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>>19550842
It looks like a single fuck WAS given that night, after all. Probably more than one, assuming he doesn't wake up somewhere else when he comes, like last time.
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Thanks for another awesome story, Silenus.
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>>19552413
For next chapter:
Ask her what her interest in you is, and if you can call her more than once a month.
Also ask who you are to the fae.

captcha: fentco says
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>"You said, 'Just this once, and only if you don't take anything else.' This isn't that once anymore, so I took your flute. It's all in the interpretation."
This could be significant. She's implying we can attach caveats to invitations, as long as we word them carefully.
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>>19552492
hey, the description on the suptg link says "Ella" instead of "Elle". I don't know how to into suptg, can anyone fix it?


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