Where's My baby? Sept 1, 2020 3:00:23 GMT -5
Post by Tamara Young on Sept 1, 2020 3:00:23 GMT -5
Mission Name: Where's my baby?
Mission Type: Humans: witches, hunters - Cases. Other species open
Open to 3-4 Players
Story: There was a family of a wife and husband. They were neither rich nor poor. The husband was a member of the New York Police. But one day they found themselves in Zeppelin. After some time accepting their new life, the husband now worked for the Zeppelin City Police. For years and years they have tried to have a baby. They tried the natural way, also frequent trips to the hospital for different procedures.
So they adopted a dog hoping it would null the feeling. So they adopted a dog from the shelter, a jack russell X breed named Jack. But it was not enough. One day they were desperate they even saw a practitioner of the dark arts. They were given instructions on what to do, what artefacts, sigils etc they would need. They had to pay dearly, almost draining their life savings. The couple did as instructed. Until one day finally they were blessed to have a child. A newborn of their own. They moved to the apartments for a place of their own.
They lived happily, both parents were on maternity leave. The father had to go back to work early though. One day the mother received a phone call from the ZCP. She was notified he had died on a job. Devastated her life spiralled down, further and further into a depression, it was unlikely she would be able to dig herself out of a deep well.
The mother tried to keep her life together, living off the money they had saved. But she never recovered. Each passing day she seemed to get worse. There was only so much she could take. The pitying looks from everyone started haunting her dreams, warping in her mind.
This continued until one day she had lost contact with anyone in the town. The apartment became in disrepair. The dog was starting to get neglected. Even the baby was starting to get malnourished. One day she stopped feeding them. The magic of the baby was getting it's dark side known. Voices whispered in her mind, driving her more insane. The constant baby crying and dog howling were making her insane. Yet no one called the police.
One day she gave the baby a bath, it being the last. She picked up the dog, Jack, and had him share the bath water. Soon they were at peace. The woman wailed in agony, pulling her hair out, clawing at her face, drawing blood. Soon the practitioner of the dark arts made a house call. This is what she had been waiting for. They made a deal with the woman. She could bring back the baby but it won't be the same.
With the mother in the corner rocking back and forth wailing, the practitioner worked on both corpses. Spells were casted, shadows spiralled in the room. The light in the room seem to vanish, going into a dark void. Eventually the atmosphere settled down. The practitioner turned to the woman and made their way over, cradling what looked like a baby in the arms. She held the baby to the woman. Only it wasn't a baby, not exactly. It had the skin of a baby but something was wrong. It had been stitched to the dog's body. A long tongue panted out of the mouth, a tail wagged out of the diaper. It gave the most inhumane baby cry with a howl of a dog.
With her 'baby' back, the mother rocked and cooed the 'baby'. The practitioner promised to be back. The mother spent her days just rocking and singing to the 'baby', which of course did nothing. Yet. One day the practitioner returned. The woman was dead in the nursery. The 'baby' had killed her. Tearing her face with it's dog claws, breasts bitten off from being dried of mother's milk. The practitioner gathered the 'baby' and disappeared.
Witch, necromancer: Does dark magic, specialty shadows, corpse manipulation. Does practice in the woods, but close to the grave yard. Looks like a normal every day person. Lives in town, has a cabin hidden in the woods. Inside were similar "dolls" from previous victims.
'Mother': Some random woman who had lost a child recently. Dog Baby got attracted to her emotional pain so she became the mother. She is insane, claiming the Dog Baby was a real one.
Mother's friend: who reports mother's self mutilation to police/hunters/whatever.
Someone half mad.
Storyteller: Singing Doughnut/Tamara, some help wanted
Mission Creator: Singing Doughnut/Tamara