The great rift was happening, or at least in the eyes of everyone affected by the smoke it was. Looking up, Abigail smiled at the vision of what she and her sisters have been holding onto for years. This was exactly what they wanted, what they believed would be coming. It was a blessing to share this vision with the rest of the world, or at least those people now enlightened by their presence. Truly it would be a bone-chilling sight, but that was what this world needed, a reminder of just exactly how small they were.

Though she was interrupted by a new individual, one brave enough to stand up to her and the horrors from beyond the darkness, she was not fazed by it. She gave him a curt response before turning her attention back to unleashing the rest of her power onto the denizens of this building, but it would seem that the other was simply not going away.

Pest.

>>"One chance to stop this. Come quietly. There's no need for-No need for violence."

She smirked. Already she was getting to him. So she shrugged innocently, yet tinged with impish glee. ”Are you a god?” she asked with added reverberation in her voice. ”If not, then die!”

Another pulse of her terrible power and suddenly the smoke began to take shape in front of the hammer holding mutant. The beast was terrible. A massive creature the size of a bus but with an undulating form. It looked like a glob of tar with several arms, hands covered in claws, grasping outward to rend flesh from bone. Several mouths, filled with fangs slobbered and dripped with greenish ooze, and a crop of tendrils lashed menacingly from its back. The beast turned his grapefruit-sized, emerald eyes onto the thunder god and sloshed towards him. He would not stop the ritual!

FEAR GAUGE

Ahagl's soth l' ah'lloigshogg mgng nilgh'ri!

DICE ROLL

#1 Charlie Sinclair 3/5
#2 Cafas 3/5
#3 Winnifred Ann Wickham 2/5
#4 Andy Sanchez-Soto 5/5 X
#5 Ignacio Ramírez 4/5
#6 @morgan 4/5

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Charlie wasn’t the only one who had thought of going up the stairs, apparently. It was strange; there was no obvious reason to go up there, but she seemed to be one of a few travelling up the staircase. Up ahead, she recognized the Amazing Woman and a little bird creature. A mutant, maybe? Or a part of her halloween costume? She had never actually bothered to see the movie. Judging from the fact that the bird was talking, though, it seemed like an easy thing to assume that the bird was a mutant of some sort.

She had been stopped at the bottom of the staircase for some reason. The smoke was swirling around her feet again, stronger than ever, and the fear was starting to get worse. The cold sweats were in full effect and she seemed to be unable to make her feet go up the stairs. Even her breathing had become shallow and quickened.

Still, she needed to go. If not for the Syndicate, then for herself, to prove that she hadn’t died somehow for no apparent reason. She was sick of dying for nothing. If it was going to happen, then it at least needed to be for a good reason. Like avoiding a hangover.

Her arm snaked under her knee and lifted her own leg onto the first step. Once she had done that one, the rest came easier. It was just a matter of looking back every three seconds to satisfy the feeling of someone stalking her. Behind her, there was a man yelling and running forward. He ran right past her and bolted up the steps, making Charlie scream and press herself against the wall in response. The man tripped and smashed his head against the pavement, covering about half of the stairs. Charlie clutched her chest and stood still for a moment, trying to compose herself enough to keep going. It took her a few minutes to actually work up the nerve.

She stepped around the body and made it to the top of the stairs, looking around. It looked like she was right about the epicenter being up there. People were absolutely losing their minds up there and in the middle of the crowd sat a giant beast formed out of smoke. She had been right about the rooftop, but obviously not right about the punch. That meant it was a mutant pulling all the strings.

It was all too much. Charlie took several steps backward, her hands finding the little pop-up brick wall that was the stairs. She leaned against it, using the structure to prop herself up. With a few long deep breaths, she was beginning to feel better. All she had to do was ignore the monster in the corner. Not difficult, right? It hadn’t yet hit her that the more smoke she inhaled, the worse things got.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked around at the crowd. She could have sworn that she had seen a clown hiding in there somewhere...

Winnifred Ann Wickham

Winnie was officially exhausted. On top of that, she could still feel the fear surging through her body. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into a little puff and just disappear from the world, will herself back into her warm bed so she could curl up and just sleep the night away. She didn’t even care if she were still in her kiwi-form, or if she were risking being stuck in it the rest of her life, she just wanted to be home, in bed, safe under her covers and shut off from the rest of the world.

But no. She had to move. As much as the fear was creeping in, she knew that she needed to keep moving, or she was definitely going to end up dead. Some insane driven man or woman was going to step on her, kick her, mistake her for coconut and try to crack her open, she knew something along those lines was going to happen. So, pushing herself as best she could, Winnie tried to ascend the stairs one gigantic step at a time. However, it was useless.

She was too small and she didn’t have the ability to make those climbs easily. It would be doomsday before she made it to the top. So, flopping on her butt, she shook her head, angrily, her pulse pounding in her head. She just wanted to go hooooooome!!

”What in the bloody f**king hell is happening?!” she squirmed and shook.

There it was. She was scooped up, rather unceremoniously, and was being dangled by her two legs. Winnie flailed and snapped her beak, trying to get a good look at the villain who could do this.

>>“Sorry.”

Amazing Lady. Well, for as much as her heart about pounding, at least she knew it was going towards a good cause. The other had picked her up in an attempt to carry her out of the dangerous hallway and up to the roof where the hero had gone. Though she understood she was being rescued, that didn’t stop of her letting of a litany of swears and curses at the indignity of it all. When, finally, they made it to the roof...Winnie realized she did not feel any better.

It was insanity up here. Standing there, in the midst of the smoke, she looked up and watched as the sky itself was split. The horrors within, well, they reminded her why she never experimented with drugs. Ugh! It was...it was just so absolutely horrible! Up ahead, though, she could see through the smoke, the source of this disturbance, a teenage girl with smoke flowing out from around her like a river -- including the terrible beast that now claimed a spot between her and the hero from earlier.

This was not good. A glance and she spied Sandy, though not in costume anymore. Odd, how did she change so quickly?

Tag: @morgan

The bird lady didn't like to be dangled by her feet, face barely swinging clear of each step, this was clear by the stream of colourful language flowing from her beak. Yeah, well, Morgan wasn't exactly having the time of her life either. She had thought running had been bad. Now she was running up stairs, carrying a burden. The cardio-est of cardio.


The sights and sounds that greeted her on the rooftop didn't make her feel any better. The hammer hero was brushing his skin off, as if he was beset by invisible creepy crawlies. He likely was. Someone else ascended the stairs behind them, and at a glance Morgan decided this must be pouffe's twin, douffe. Douffe didn't like to dress up. Or use hairbrushes apparently.


The swirling rift above them looked nothing like the rift connecting the two New Yorks. That one looked positively tame compared to this. For an instant she wondered if Tristan was seeing the same thing, whether his faith was shaken in the face of unmistakable evil. She didn't have time to dwell on it.


"Morgan?" the voice was faint, like it was trickling under a door, or through years of memories. She turned slowly, and saw what she couldn't bear to see. There, crumpled against an exhaust chute was her mother, no longer softly calling. Beside the slumped figure was her four year old self. The little memory-self shook her mom's hand, tried to lift her head to look into her face. All the while calling out- Morgan couldn't hear that her adult self was calling out on the rooftop too.

"Mom! Mommy! Wake up! Wake up! Mo-o-o-ommy" The sobs broke up the word.

She moved to go towards herself, but she had taken no more than a couple limping steps when her toddler memory turned towards her, its eyes gleaming in the darkness. Its dozens of bulging, bright green eyes. She felt her own eyes open wide and she turned to run, confronted immediately by a creature with even more eyes. More mouths. More limbs. More everything really.

Somebody was screaming, a high-pitched, uncontrollable scream as Morgan took hesitating steps towards the creature, somehow thinking to get behind hammerman, even though it took her closer to the creature.

That it was her own screams filling her ears did not register.

Tag: Andy Sanchez-Soto

Andy squeezed his boyfriend’s hand for dear life and sprinted down the crowded, violence-ridden corridor like a crazed linebacker, pushing and shoving anyone who got in his way with his free arm. What was a little push, anyway? He had just broken a man’s nose! He could have even knocked him into a coma or worse if Ignacio hadn’t pulled him away on time -- and it could happen again if he didn’t get out of here soon!

“Almost there!” Andy shouted as soon as the emergency exit sign came into clearer view. It hovered like a beacon of hope over over a door at the end of the corridor, next to two large elevators. Not wanting to risk being trapped in an enclosed spacer with a killer snake again, Andy pushed the stairwell door open without thinking twice and pulled Ignacio inside with him.

Stumbling to a halt, Andy couldn’t help but gasp at what he saw. Swirling black smoke covered almost every inch of the area, flooding the staircase from the ground up with an eerie darkness that made his eyes bulge and his heart jump to his throat. Almost instantly, he could feel the smoke’s shadowy tendrils creep up his legs and spiral around his body in a way a snake would to constrict its prey and started to panic internally.

He didn’t know where to go or what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to get away from the craziness-inducing black smoke before it was too late. He didn’t want to turn into a raging lunatic. He didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

He just wanted to go home.

But the odds were against him. They were on the fourteenth floor and Andy didn’t even want to consider taking the elevator all the way down to the main foyer, where he had last seen the large, yellow-eyed snake. He couldn’t go back there, but he had to if he wanted to get out of this hell hole.

Then, just when Andy was about to abandon all hope, he noticed the Roof Access sign posted on the wall with an arrow pointing up. “The roof! Fresh air! Let’s go!” With that, Andy bolted up the stairs and didn’t look back.

Before he could make it to the top of the steps, however, a sudden rush of fear gripped him to the core, stopping him dead in his tracks, and the next thing he knew he was surrounded by large, yellow-eyed snakes. They came at him from every direction, hissing evilly as they flashed their sharp, venomous fangs.

“IGNACIO!!!!!”

Tag: Ignacio Ramírez

Ignacio followed down behind Andy like a madman. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he didn't want to have Andy and himself involve in it. At lest Iggy was aware that his Bubblehead could take care of himself if he ever had the need to. The eighteen-year-old mutant looked up at the exit sign with a hopeful look on his face. All he needed to do was get passed that door and escape into the stairwell. This only made Ignacio run faster.

As soon as the two mutants burst through the doors, Ignacio cursed in Spanish. The black smoke was engulfing the stairs and heading toward them. God, he hated whatever this was! Ignacio waited for his boyfriend to take the lead, announcing that the roof was the best place to go. Ignacio nodded in agreement and started to run up the stairs when the smoke started to come towards them. He wasn't able to take the initial steps up the flight of stairs because of the immense fear that he was feeling.

Ignacio felt his body heat up again as the fear of repeating what happened to his parents happening to Andy creep into his mind and take it over. "No, no, no! Not again!" He shouted as tears started to roll down his face. Iggy quickly backed away from Andy and until he was in a corner behind the door. "A-Andy! Leave now before something bad happens!"


Cafas

"A god by who's standards?" He yelled into the void of darkness, turning round and round to try and find somebody, anybody. It was just a solid wall of smoke bearing down on him, driving out the world, and behind it the glowing red points of light. Beyond the darkness, the screams were growing more real, more lifelike. He could hear them on the wind, and he was starting to doubt what he knew to be true. They gripped at his heart, brought him out in a cold sweat, made his pulse race. No, they couldn't be real. This girl was toying with his mind. He turned to face the red points, anger growing behind his eyes. "Get out of my head, child." His knuckles were white around Mjölnir's handle.

The fog swept back before him, and for a moment Cafas thought he might have just broken the girl's hold on him, but the smoke still pressed in on all other sides. It had only broken to reveal a new horror. Pulling itself into existence from the deepest blackness, the creature was terrible to behold. Had it only been that size, it would have still given the X-man ample pause. The writing tentacles, slathering mouths, rows of teeth, they froze his heart. For the first time in a long time, he felt certain he was a dead man. It roared at him, and spiders, large as cats, spilled from its maws, scuttling toward him.

Further screams rang from out of sight, new ones joining in. He recognised them all. He heard them in his nightmares. He saw their faces when he closed his eyes. They were the screams that woke him up, sweating, sobbing, screaming to drown them out. Men and women whose blood was on his hands. He could see it, pouring over him onto the carpet of spiders. He backed away several steps, before he was dragged back to the moment. Faintly, under the screams of fear and pain, he heard sobbing. He knew those sobs. He'd recognise them anywhere. They were Rowan's, Maya's, Abby's.

Above all else, it was failing to protect them that scared him, and a scared Cafas fought.

The X-man drew himself up even as the spiders swarmed over him, as the beast undulated towards him. He set his jaw, determined rage boiling inside. He focused deep, delving into his mutation. He'd never really pushed it to the limit. It was time to find out what he could do. He held the hammer out toward the beast. Cracks seemed to riddle its surface, glowing with the heat of a forge. For a moment it held, then seemed to explode toward the creature. Cafas fired off one, two, three chunks, each nearly a pound in weight. Machine gun rapid, supersonic red hot steel blasted from Mjölnir, the effort tore a ragged scream of rage from the X-man. As he fired, he could feel himself growing faint, the world dimming further, a trickle of blood from his nose. He kept firing. The effort drained him, drawing all the energy from his body, shaking him with intesifying pain. He dropped first to one knee, then the other, then braced himself on his free hand, his vision only pinpricks. Finally the hammer was gone, just a handle now bereft of its 70 pound head.

It fell to the ground with a clatter. "Godlike enough?" Cafas mumbled, barely audible. It was all he could do to stay conscious.

tag Charlie Sinclair

Abigail cackled as she watched the madness overtake those few people who attempted to claim a position atop the hotel. Each of them were ragged, twitching, shaking, already the fear was seeping deeper and deeper into them. They weren’t going to make it much farther. All they needed was one more little push and any opposition against the arrival of her masters would finally topple. The world would be opened and free for them to enter and take root within the wasteland of this planet. The end would come and it would all be because of these three sisters.

The protector surged forward, a blight upon this world. No one would be able to stand against it, or at least that was what Abigail thought. Watching as her guardian threatened the last shreds of sanity for the gathered troop, it didn’t escape her attention that one still stood up against her. Her nostrils flared at the man’s defiance. Everyone else crumbled, why wouldn’t he?

>>"A god by whose standards?"

He shouted into the dark. Abigail put as much force into her fear generation as she could, delving deep into his mind, seeking out those last little morsels of hope he held onto and extinguishing them with a flick of her fingers. Sadly, it would seem that the action itself would result in a rather unexpected surprise.

Abigail gasped, feeling the entire roof pull and shake underneath her. She stumbled, her guardian flickered, and suddenly there was an explosion of angry metal biting into the dead air. Her guardian roared in anger as perceived pain ripped through out its body. Of course the creature was only an extension of Abigail and made of little more than smoke and mirrors. The second that shrapnel struck it, it passed through, several bits come close to running the witch through. One, maybe two, managed to find home within her leg, sending her sprawling across the concrete with a shout.

”OMPH! NO!!” she shouted. She cringed, grabbing her leg. Her eyes flared brighter as her beast began to vanish from sight. ”WE CANNOT FAIL!!!” Her eyes as bright as miniature suns, Abigail mentally reached out to her sisters, pulling and adding their power to her own and vice versa, making their abilities threefold. They would show these people true horrors with One. Last. Push!

Silence filled the air that is until the psychedelic rip in space high above the city ripped wide and open. From the heavens (now hell) the cosmic horrors descended upon the earth. The end had come.

FEAR GAUGE

Ahagl's soth l' ah'lloigshogg mgng nilgh'ri!

DICE ROLL

X Andy Sanchez-Soto 5/5
#1 Charlie Sinclair 3/5
#2 Cafas 3/5
#3 Winnifred Ann Wickham 4/5
#4 X Ignacio Ramírez 5/5
#5 X @morgan 5/5

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It had been a bad idea. It had all been a bad idea. Maybe she could just die again and pretend that the whole thing never even happened. She had woken up scared the first time around, but if she tried enough times, then she had to wake up as a clean slate at least once, and then she wouldn’t ever have to worry about it again. It would all be behind her and she wouldn’t have to think of all the fun she missed out on because of the stupid fog.

The fog that she was still breathing in… her first reaction was to hold her breath for a good few minutes. Charlie sucked in air and tried her best not to breathe, but she could only last for a minute or two. Besides, there was too much going on beside her for her to give her full attention to something like that.

A few feet away, there was a guy dressed as Thor taking on the monster. She didn’t really care how he did so, as long as he got it under control. He seemed to manage that, at least, so she was alright with that. He could handle it and she could just hang out until it all blew over. Maybe then she could do what she came for in the first place.

The monster vanished from sight and Charlie assumed that they were in the clear. She took in a deep breath, flashing a glance over at the girl who was holding her leg. It was likely that she was the mutant in question. She just seemed so young… Charlie approached cautiously, keeping her eyes peeled for more clown sightings.

With a few words from the girl, the sky shifted. Silence fell over the rooftop as the sky opened up, releasing more constructs, possibly created by the mutant girl. Charlie screamed as things flew down at the crowd below. She ran forward in terror as she was pursued by a flying mess of a clown face. It laughed maniacally at her as it chased her through the crowd. She kept her hands forward, shoving the mutant girl aside to try to get away. The clown face always seemed to follow her, though; weaving its way through the people that she passed, ignoring the ensuing chaos as it stalked its target.

She had to get that girl. She needed to be taken down. Maybe then things would go back to normal. With her eyes wide, her heart beating, and her mind doing its best not to focus on the clowns, she circled back around to where the girl had been, intent on putting an end to the chaos.

Winnifred Ann Wickham

Morgan watched as a god crumpled to his knees. As Douffe shoved at the creepy girl. As things fell and flew and crawled and oozed to them from the horrific sky.

Black smoke engulfed the stairs behind them and her knee was starting to seize up. She knew she couldn’t make it down them, she had barely made it up. She was surrounded by cries and howls and horrible deep sucking sounds like a giant cat cleaning itself in the darkness.

Flight, or fight. Flight, or fight.

She couldn’t fly.

Turning her terrified eyes upon the girl again she experienced a feeling she had never felt before. In the moment she wouldn’t have been able to describe it. She might never have the words. It was a deep, primal feeling. To hurt, to fight, to protect herself.

To kill.

If she was just a little less afraid she wouldn’t have been able to move. As it was it was terror, pure blinding terror that drove her towards the girl. Instincts never used told her to go for the weakness. As the girl was spun around by a fleeing Douffe she closed in and drove the little heel of her boot sharply into the wounds marked by blood trickles on the girl’s leg. With one hand she held the can of mace shakily and directed the stream towards the glowing eyes. The other hand was balled into a fist, ready to fend off the young mutant should she move to retaliate.

She didn’t see Douffe circling back around to close in from behind.

She didn’t know how long she held the button down, pouring the contents of the can out.

It felt like seconds.

It felt like forever.


Tag: Andy Sanchez-Soto

For a moment, Andy couldn’t think or even breathe. All he could do was stare, wide-eyed, as the snakes slithered down the steps towards him. With a burst of adrenaline, he spun around, ready to run in the other direction when he realized snakes were below him as well, also moving towards him. Effectively trapped and scared out of his mind, Andy cried for help, desperately.

“IGNACIO!!!!!”

Where the fuck are you!? Andy thought, fearful eyes darting around the stairwell in search of his powerful sun god of a boyfriend. If anyone could save him from an army of large, venomous snakes, it was him. Sure, the sun was down and they were indoors, but Andy knew Iggy had energy stored inside of him in case of an emergency. THIS WAS MOST DEFINITELY AN EMERGENCY.

>> "A-Andy! Leave now before something bad happens!"

Andy followed Ignacio’s voice to the bottom of the snake-filled stairs and saw him hiding in the corner like a coward. “I can’t leave! I’m surrounded by venomous snakes, you worthless piece of shit!” Eyes bulging and heart pounding, he looked down and realized, in that moment, that he was going to die.

Then, just as he feared, the snakes attacked him one by one, plunging their sharp, venomous fangs into his flesh, and Andy felt completely helpless to stop them. He screamed in a mixture of pain and terror as the large, deadly serpents worked their way up his body, coiling around each of his limbs. In a matter of seconds, he felt his legs and arms lock together and the next thing he knew he was falling down the stairs.

Tag: Ignacio Ramírez

>> “IGNACIO!!!!!”

Ignacio was too busy dealing with his own fear to help Andy out. He had to get over his fear, but it was only getting worse with each passing second. Iggy tried to get his emotions under control, but it was becoming very, very difficult. He was afraid of overheating and causing an explosion, accidentally killing his boyfriend in the process.

>> “I can’t leave! I’m surrounded by venomous snakes, you worthless piece of shit!”

"Do not yell at me! There aren't an-any snakes, Andrew!" Ignacio shouted back, covering his face. His body shook with such fear that if he were a cow, vanilla milkshake would squirt from his utters. He had to snap out of it and if not for himself, then for Andy

Cafas

The world pulsed in and out, no more than a distant pinprick against the looming blackness. With each pulse and new breath, the world grew. In tiny increments his vision returned. First he was aware of a second colour, a red against the grey. Then he saw shapes, gravel and a pool of blood. Dragging ragged breaths in to tired lungs the X-man fought his way back to consciousness. Then he retched, a wave of dizziness sweeping over his drained body. He weakly added his stomach contents to the picture swimming before him.

Gotta stand.

There seemed to be screaming. It was coming from somewhere. The sound of running feet. Dimly he was aware that a swarm of legs were scuttling across him. When he tried to brush them away, his strength gave out and he collapsed, rolling onto his back rather than in to the puddle, more through luck than personal intervention. His hand limply batted at his chest, but it was no good. He knew the true source of his nightmare. He had to face it.

Gotta fight.

Cafas mustered his strength and rolled over, then with a herculean effort pushed himself up onto all fours. Standing felt like it may be impossible. He couldn't feel his metal. All sound was muted but for the rush of blood in his pounding head. His vision swam more, and threatened to dim again. He forced himself to rise. First onto one foot, then the other. Without knowing where he drew the strength from he pushed and stood, something warm running down his leg.

Ok to pee, just finish the rep.

His brain felt fuzzy. He couldn't figure out his situation. He couldn't make sense of his surroundings. It was all too much. He had to pick a single point. He bore all his focus down on the movement ahead of him. He could see Amazing Lady. She was the first person he'd seen in what felt like an eternity. She stood over the glowing eyed girl, spraying something into her face.

Where... Did monster?

He didn't have long to think about it. The darkness began to close in again, and though he couldn't raise his head to see it the sky was spilling horrible nightmares. The young girl was bleeding. She looked like she'd been shot. The wounds were jagged, large... His. She wouldn't make it without medicine. She wouldn't make it under attack. That wasn't right. He didn't kill people. He'd promised.

When had his costume become so heavy? When had it gotten so stiff? His movements were clumsy and stiff. Cafas stumbled forward, barely keeping his legs under him as his knees rejected the weight. His pace was glacial, but step by step he closed the gap, shambling towards the women. Spiders swarmed, screams of the past echoed around him. He tried to shake them off but they wouldn't go away. He lost concentration and fell to his knees again.

All stops if she's out.

He sobbed through the pain as he stood again, then all but fell the final few paces, throwing his shoulder, with all the meagre strength he could muster, into Amazing Lady. Then, collapsing more than dropping, slammed his fist into the wounded teenager's jaw.

He lost consciousness in the effort.

Tag Charlie Sinclair

Abigail was quickly losing this fight. She reached out, connecting with her sisters, and opening the illusionary gap high above that the Old Ones were finally invading the world. It should have meant the end of any and all resistance because who could look upon such horrors and still maintain your sanity? In none of the holy texts could humans, save for academics who struggled to make logic from the illogical. These were not scientists, though, these were people, bystanders, wheat ready to be harvested and ground up to be used as the foundations for the new universe. And they they stood, they resisted, and proved to be more than Abigail could stand against.

Lying upon the gravel-covered roof, cringing and holding her wounded leg, she tried to implore her sisters for more aid, to pulling her denizens from around the park to defend and die for her. But the interlopers would prove to be faster than she could comprehend.

Slowly she started to standing, trying desperately to regain some footing, but a shrill scream from one of her victims had caused the opposite. As the blonde ran, Abigail was shoved over, back onto the ground, where she held her wounded leg again. She cursed under her breath, feeling her energy draining. All she needed was one good last shot and this night could be spa--! Her own scream cut into her thoughts as she felt a heel suddenly stamp down and dig into her legs. Teeth grinding, she turned her head to face her attacker and was only met with a cloud of sheer pain. Her eyes burned so badly she wanted to dig them out of her skull. The liquid burned, seeping around the sensitive flesh, and just kept coming, no matter how many times she feebly attempted to swat at the source. Blinded, she didn’t see what happened next, but rather just felt a solid fist collide with her jaw. The punch was so hard, everything in her rattled, even when her head slammed back down against the gravel.

Consciousness quickly began to evaporate from Abigail’s mind. Lying, prone and unmoving, she took several ragged breaths, feeling the connection to her sisters fading fast. There was nothing left in any of them, barely enough to hold onto life itself which caused the thick clouds of black mist to dissipate and slowly crumble. Down it fell, like cotton pulled by gravity into the earth. The cosmic horrors from above vanished, fading away into nothing and leaving only a dark, pristine sky where there had once been a mind-altering rip in reality. Now there only stood a full, silver moon and a twinkling of tiny stars.

The horrors were gone. As Abigail lay there, in pain, the edges of blackness slowly creeping over her field a vision, she gave a breath of consciousness before she muttered one last thing along with her sisters: ”Fahf ah uh'eor uaaah…” And, with that, Abigail’s head slumped, the last control she had over her minions completely vanishing, and freeing them from the nightmares they once beheld.

FEAR GAUGE

Ahagl's soth l' ah'lloigshogg mgng nilgh'ri!

FINAL RESULTS

X Andy Sanchez-Soto 5/5
X Ignacio Ramírez 5/5
X @morgan 5/5
Winnifred Ann Wickham 4/5
Charlie Sinclair 3/5
Cafas 3/5

OOC: The witches are defeated. My involvement is done so continue and end these threads however you like. And congrats to everyone with 5/5 fear points, your character is now scarred for life! Just kidding...or am I? Thank you everyone for an amazing time and Happy Halloween!

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Charlie trudged forward through the crowds, her target locked in her vision. The girl had to go… down. She was already on the ground, it seemed; knocked out by her leg wound and the punch to her jaw. She was such a little girl that it wasn’t all the surprising that she was down for the count. All around, the visions and nightmares disappeared from sight, leaving the party attendees reeling.

The screams of horror and panic could still be heard in the cold night, but they had slowed slightly. There seemed to be a few people for whom the nightmare had not ended, but the others were coming to their senses. Charlie could still feel it affecting her, but her breathing had normalized and she was regaining her composure. With each second that ticked by, things became easier. No more clowns, no more visions.

The blonde looked around at the rest of the people on the rooftop. She could still see the Amazing Woman, but she couldn’t see Toxin. That must’ve meant that the other woman had lost her along the way. What a shame, really. She was holding that cute talking bird, though… maybe, just maybe…

Thor was also lost to the world. He’d been the one to punch the girl in a rather valiant feat of strength, so it had to have taken a lot out of him. Charlie stepped forward through the mass of people and over his unconscious body to kneel beside the girl. She was definitely out. She put out her hand, watching it shake as she touched the girl’s forehead. She didn’t stir. Excellent.

Even through the fear, Charlie was focused on more important things than the aftermath of the crazy. The power that the girl had displayed was incredible and if the Syndicate could have her working for them. She pulled out the burner phone that she’d grabbed from her stash at the bar and shot a text to one of the programmed numbers.

Got something interesting here. See if you can’t get someone to take a little blonde girl somewhere “safe” from the Skyline Hotel. My hands are tied right now.

With that sent off and dealt with, Charlie stood up, took a deep breath and looked around for the Amazing Woman. It would be a shame if the night ended and they couldn’t at least salvage something...