MASTERMIND MEME

[employeeoftheyear]

Well now that everything is settled, why not be a little evil? In this AU, your character is the one behind all of this! Feel free to stretch things however you like to make it reasonable for your character to have done this! The world is your evil oyster.

And obviously this doesn't have to line up with game canon; if your character would have been dead in the canon, they can be survivors in this AU! Or you can pretend your character died to hide the fact that they're the mastermind if they lived!

Just go wild! There's no such thing as too much gloating and villain songs!

Comments

tw: body horror, gore, needles? When did Curtains become an eldritch survival horror game?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Round 2 preceded and ended as planned. The dead were brought back with the help of the SQUIP, they all went to Denny's, everyone ended up exactly where they wanted to be. Well, almost everyone. Sigyn really wanted to be in the arms of her wife, but LP feared taking Loki from her story would give the eldritch beings that threatened that reality too much of a window to escape.

"Honestly, I'm surprised it didn't happen when you came through."

Yes. Strange.

Sigyn moved in to the penthouse, tried to start a new life with her new family, but something itched at the back of her mind. Stephen or Mephisto would find her staring off into nothing, muttering to herself or humming a strange song. They were concerned, especially as the instances grew more and more frequent.

Six months after they escaped the Opera House, Sigyn vanished.

Six months after that, 23 people woke up in Gershwin High School University Academy. Rather than "The Wizard" there was "The Conductor," a shadowy figure who watches the proceedings of the trials from their personal observation deck high above the trial room. The executions stop being significant displays important to the characters, and become closer and closer to dark sacrifices.

The clubs start out harmless enough. "Cryptid Club" then "Train Club," "Religion Club," "Lovecraft Club". When the week five poster is put up it is unintelligible, written with strange symbols that hover on the edge of comprehensible. Anyone who focuses on them for too long gets a nosebleed and a splitting migraine. No one dares go into the gaping void of the club room that day.

After the week 5 trial and execution things start to get a bit weird. The hallways seem too long, strange whispers are heard behind every closed door, and you swear out of the corner of your eye the walls are shifting. Wednesday rolls around and the club poster goes up. It has one incantation repeated over and over and over and over and over in ever shifting rainbow text, filling the page. Spilling off of the page?

Y'AI 'NG'NGAH, YOG-SOTHOTH H'EE-L'GEB F'AI THRODOG UAAAH
OGTHROD AI'F GEB'L-EE'H YOG-SOTHOTH 'NGAH'NG AI'Y ZHRO

You enter the club room, but rather than the room you expect, you find yourself in the engine room of a train. It doesn't look anything like an engine room, there is no engine, but somehow you just know. Instead there is a silver altar with a rather unasumming man laying upon it, a dozen tubes that feed from his veins, pumping blood through the gears and groves that line the chamber. The metal is the same as what makes the track, and it hums like a far off chant. The room is bigger than it should be, much bigger. At the end, by the window that looks out on the shifting, undulating rainbow of the cosmos, sits a woman.

Perhaps she is familiar to some, but Sigyn has changed. Her skin seems cracked like a paceline doll, where the chips have fallen away you can see the same metal that makes up the inside of the engine room. Her eyes a bright fiery orange that consumes worlds. Her left arm no longer ends in a hand, rather her skin and muscle begins twisting at roughly her elbow until flesh becomes a twisted sword, glowing white hot.

She stands, the same size as she was, yet somehow looming tall over all. Her arms open wide.]

I am the giant that shall scorch the land and topple the towers. The land shall burn eternal as Yog-Sothoth beckons us hence, whose voice I heard when first we were brought to the Opera so long ago. None shall rule once these great deeds are complete, and none shall suffer pain!