( HMD? )

[[Hunter has been droned. His voice is sickly-sweet and incredibly innocent.]]

Gee, fellas. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm starting to think that Mayfield isn't so safe anymore! I sure hope nobody else is going to get hurt, that'd be just horrid!

But I'm not gonna worry, because I know that Mister- whoops, silly me! Police Chief Grady is on ( Read more... )

[[Residents of the 949 Beulah Street household, or any surrounding houses for that matter, will probably hear angry shouting. For those of you who aren't nearby, you'll hear it over the phones as well.]]

...The fuck is this?!

[[Stomp stomp stompin' around the room, growling and generally being angry.]]Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is this ( Read more... )

( All posts before this are from before the reset. )

...Where is everyone?

[[Of course, he's referring to his friends who he hasn't seen for some time.]]

Like... Yui.  And Bonnie. De Killer... and Porky?

This isn't because of me, right?

[[Allan's been around his house for the past little while, fixing up the messes and trying to clean things up. If one were to see him, he looks a bit of a mess himself. Tired, unsmiling, and possibly a little thinner than usual. He hasn't been eating much, despite pouring all his energy into fixing the house and the surrounding area.

After a while, ( Read more... )

...M... miiicchaaaeell....

[[There's an inhuman snarl coming from the phone. Deep, slow, loud breathing. Maybe a bit of dark chuckling.]]

...goooing to killyousomuch.

[[Some more laughing, and some growling. Whatever this thing is, there's not much of Allan left in him.]]

I hate you h͍̼̰̊ͦ͟a̝͕̠͓t̡̤͈ẻ̘̀́ ͎͔͖̯͉̦̾̉ͭͫyͤ̍̒ͣ̇̅ͩ͢o̬͉̮ụ͓̖̂̋͂̏̒͆ ( Read more... )

[[If you're anywhere near 949 Beulah Street, you might notice that all of the top floor windows have been broken, and assorted things had been thrown out the window to shatter them. You can hear Allan rambling angrily about something, but nobody can be sure as to what he's really mad about. Not yet, anyway.

He throws a shoe at the wall, which ( Read more... )

...

[[Allan's a bit quiet. After having a slightly-traumatizing death, he's not really all that uppity or witty as usual. Just quiet.]]

Thanks for all the gifts, everyone.

[[But he has received gifts in the mail, from people, and from the town.

He's got his extra lung capacity back.]]

...So. Uh. Who's up for New Year's?

...five days 'til Christmas. Y'think they're gonna throw anything at us again? I mean, it's been ten years since I got here. Not that I'm complaining. Best ten years in my life, guys. But you'd think it'd at least be the 60's by now? Sheesh.

[[Allan's twenty-nine! He's got scars from wounds on his chest, slashes on his face, scarred hands, a chunk ( Read more... )