RP: Taken

Gosalyn is shadowed by a chaotic, sinister force after an end to a bad day. Will she be able to escape his clutches?

    • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
      Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

      The school bell rang, and Gosalyn was one of the first kids out of the doors, as per usual.  She threw on her backpack and slung her skates over her shoulder.  Honker hadn't been in class that day, and she had roller derby to catch anyway.  The rink wasn't that far away, and she started heading in that direction.

      • Quackerjack
        Quackerjack

        "Gooooosalynn..."

        That seemed to come from the alley she would pass on her way to the rink. It sounded quiet and childlike... but it had an eerie feel to it. 

        Strangely enough, not a soul was to be found there. In fact... it looked a lot emptier and darker than an alley should be. There were no strays prowling about, no insects crawling in and out of the partially open trash cans that were lined side by side against the dirty, graffitied wall, next to the dumpster... there was just no sign of life. 

        However, something seemed to be staring straight at the little girl, however, and it is something she would notice should she come closer to investigate the source of the sound. 

        A cold, gentle wind seemed to blow from the alley. 

        • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
          Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

          The soft, chilling sound of her name being called made her pause.  She glanced down the alleyway she had just come up on, but nothing was there.  It felt like she had ice shards in her stomach.  "H-hello?" she called tentatively.  Her grip on her skates tightened.

          • Quackerjack
            Quackerjack

            There was a soft thump, and something fell onto the ground right in front of her. 

            It was a little Quackerjack-brand green sock puppet, dirty from age, but that wasn't the creepiest thing about it. 

            No, it wasn't the fact that it had been nowhere to be seen until it just plonked onto the ground like that. It was the beady, black button eyes that seemed to be looking straight at Gosalyn, directly face up from where it fell. 

            Coincidence? 

            • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
              Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

              Gosalyn raised a brow.  "What the...?"  She bent down to pick it up, looking it over before looking up.  Where the heck had it come from?

              • Quackerjack
                Quackerjack

                Why, hello... we meet again, Gosalyn... 

                Strange... that voice, now deeper and more sinister, sounded so familiar! Where had she heard of it before? 

                And... was it coming from the sock puppet? 

                If she looked down, she'd see the puppet grinning, grinning so hard the sides of its mouth looked as if it might burst at the seams. 

                You're mine now. 

                • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                  Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                  She practically threw the creepy puppet.  "Ew!"  Her feet were already pounding on the pavement before she realized she was sprinting.  The distance between her and the alleyway grew, and the skates were growing heavy as they flopped against her shoulder.

                  • Quackerjack
                    Quackerjack

                    Shadows seemed to follow her as she ran, a thousand voices laughing sinisterly in unison. 

                    There is no escape, dear... 

                    When she held the puppet, a bit of its chaos magic had latched onto her, just as it wanted, and she was about to find out how much it would complicate her escape. 

                    Soon, Gosalyn would run into an unfamiliar path. It wasn't that she'd lost her way or had taken a wrong turning, no, she probably knew better than that. The trail was a strange one too, twisting and turning and winding all the way... and was the sky turning red? 

                    Should she turn back, the road she had left behind would be gone. Just a vast, wide wasteland. 

                    The laughter was getting louder as it neared its prey. 

                    • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                      Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                      She felt her panic rise, but she wasn't one to give in to fear.  Her green eyes narrowed and she stopped in her tracks, taking the skates off of her shoulders and holding them in a stance that suggested if anything came at her, she'd give them a good whack.

                      "Wanna bet?!" she shouted at the voice.

                      • Quackerjack
                        Quackerjack

                        Oh, yeeeeah... the voice taunted. 

                        Just then, household objects appeared out of thin air, floating towards the girl. A toaster was growling and baring his teeth, the waffle iron hissed menacingly, while the glasses clinked threateningly. 

                        She had better do something fast before they decided to pounce on her... 

                        • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                          Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                          She swung the skates, thwacking the attacking items.  "Home run!" she cheered herself.  "Who else wants a piece of this??"  She readied her weapons again.

                          • Quackerjack
                            Quackerjack

                            As a result, the toaster crashed into the waffle iron, who crashed into the glasses, and they all tumbled into one heap. 

                            The rest of the attacking items looked suddenly hesitant, but they couldn't disobey orders. 

                            A few electrical appliances shot towards her, hoping to tangle her in their wires. 

                            • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                              Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                              She swung her skates again, but the appliances had learned to steer clear, and her momentum sent her into a spin that caused her to lose her balance.  She glared as she felt cords start winding around her, and she tried to struggle, but it seemed the more she did, the tighter they go.

                              "Hey!  Lemme go!" she demanded fruitlessly.

                              • Quackerjack
                                Quackerjack

                                The shadows had reached her, and started combining, forming a shape she'd find all too familiar... 

                                Once the shadow was complete, the demon clown was just there, a grin on his huge face as he gazed down at her. 

                                Well now, I expected more of a challenge from you, Gosalyn... 

                                He chuckled maniacally. 

                                Just taking you like that isn't going to be much fun, is it? 

                                Suddenly, the cords fell off the little girl. 

                                Let's play a little game. I'll give you five minutes to do anything you like. Then I'm going to come get you again~ 

                                With that, he turned away and covered his eyes.

                                Not that she was ever going to escape him, or the strange realm she was now in... not with the bit of his essence stuck on her. 

                                • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                  Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                  Recognizing Paddywhack, Gosalyn renewed her vigor against the cords.  "Paddywhack!" she cried in surprise.  She'd thought the horrid prank-eating clown was long gone.

                                  When the cords released her, she instantly popped back up on her feet, slinging her skates back over her shoulder.  But rather than run, she stayed put and glared.

                                  "A game, huh?  Well I'm not playing!" she huffed.  "What do you WANT, you sicko?"

                                  • Quackerjack
                                    Quackerjack

                                    ((OOC: AAHHHH sorry for the delayed reply! Was going through a hard time and I think I lost my whackiness! D: Going to try again though!))

                                    What do I want? Paddywhack seemed to ponder on that for a minute. Of course, it was just for show, and he was grinning back at her fully the next minute, his head turned all the way back. Why, I want YOU, Gosalyn!

                                    That creepy laughter with the head bobbing. Always works. 

                                    But come on, you're tougher than that, aint'cha? he asked, his head moving downwards at an impossible 180 degree angle to look at her upside-down. Don't you want to challenge me? If you win, I won't bother you again, and you can go back to your little ski game! Isn't that a great bargain? 

                                    Let's hope she didn't notice the extra limb with the crossed fingers behind his back! 

                                    • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                      Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                      As soon as he came close, she swung her skates at him as hard as she could.

                                      "I'll give YOU a bargain!"

                                      • Quackerjack
                                        Quackerjack

                                        Wow, that was an amazing move! It literally reduced the demon to pieces! Though, it wasn't very effective, as, unlike Humpty Dumpty, Paddywhack can put himself back together again. Without the king's men, or the king's horses! 

                                        Like it or not, child, you're playing my game, he huffed, and with a flick, he vanished slowly, Chesire cat-like. And I will be watching...

                                        Suddenly, the sun blinked. It actually blinked, like there was darkness for a second and then it was bright again. If Gosalyn cared to look up, she'd see Paddywhack. Well, Paddywhack's eye, anyway. Which was the sun. 

                                        And... was the yellow-bricked pathway she was standing on moving? 

                                        • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                          Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                          She huffed and wished she had her Quiverwing gear.  She'd shoot an arrow right at that eye-sun.  It took her a second because of her irritability to realize the sidewalk was moving under her feet, and she sidestepped off of it.  Wherever it was trying to take her probably wasn't somewhere she wanted to go.

                                          She slung her skates over her shoulder and started toward home.  Really, there was nothing else to be done, anyway.

                                          • Quackerjack
                                            Quackerjack

                                            But she couldn't go home. There was nowhere to go. Strange, weird wastelands were splayed before her. 

                                            Usually, Paddywhack could only have this kind of power in his little toybox, but she had a bit of his essence in her, which had latched onto her when she touched him, enabling him to play his tricks in her head. A literal mind game, if you will. 

                                            He'd been slowly gaining power in the past few months, causing minor chaos here and there and eating it up like a kid with ice cream. So now, he was more than ready for his revenge! 

                                            And she wouldn't want to linger long... the ground was starting to shake and crack, like an earthquake. 

                                            • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                              Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                              When the ground started shaking and cracking, she started running.  She had no idea where she was going, but it was better than falling into whatever horrible abyss was waiting below.

                                              • Quackerjack
                                                Quackerjack

                                                Amused chuckling mixed with the rumbling and cracking... you could never be sure if it was just in your head, or it was echoing around the peculiar wasteland. Or if it was even chuckling at all. 

                                                A fissure formed in her path... and it was getting bigger. Would she have enough time to make a jump for it...? 

                                                • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                                  Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                                  She wasn't sure if she would, but there was no way she was waiting around for Paddywhack to toy with her more.  She threw her bag and skates across, then leapt for it.

                                                  • Quackerjack
                                                    Quackerjack

                                                    Saved! 

                                                    But would she be for long? 

                                                    The ground had stopped shaking, but suddenly it turned into ice, which may cause her to slip if she wasn't careful. 

                                                    How long would it take for Gosalyn to realise.. she was playing Paddywhack's sick game? 

                                                    • Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard
                                                      Gosalyn Waddlemeyer Mallard

                                                      She landed, but it was on her pack, and the ice that suddenly appeared underneath it sent her careening toward a large tree.  "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" she cried, pulling at the straps of her pack to maneuver it away.  She just barely missed the thick trunk and sighed with relief.