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We start during the year 1996, in a small town found in Oregon. Three teens have gathered into your typical coming of age story friend group. Sam, the anxious but well-meaning brains of the group. Jason, the group punk and brawn of the group. and Emilia, the proud leader. What kind of whacky adventures will these teens get into? well find out in this episode of--!
“I thought you were writing a memoir, not some script.”
Sam yelped in surprise, whirling around in his chair and almost falling off in the process. “J-Jason!?”
“Yep, in the flesh.” Jason flashed a lopsided smile before grabbing a chair and pulling it over, promptly plopping into it. He was fairly built with short charcoal black hair and amber eyes. He wore a well-loved flannel shirt, buttons opened to reveal a faded band shirt. The sleeves were rolled up too, revealing skin littered with scrapes and bruises. The look on his face shifted from intrigued to downright malicious. It wasn’t too long before he snatched the leather-bound book from Sam’s weak nerd arms.
“Hey!” Sam leapt for the book, but Jason just pushed him back into the chair with one hand. “Give it back!”
“Oh, shut it will ya? I’m trying to help.” He huffed. There was a short moment of silence, Jason’s amber eyes dragging along the page in concentration. “First off, your description is wrong. You’re more of a… gangly dweeb.” Sam opened his mouth to protest, but Jason interrupted him. “you’re too tall for your own good, and you wear bowties. Bowties for fox sake. you can’t tell me I’m wrong.”
Sam closed his mouth, visibly deflating in defeat. Contrary to Jason, Sam had fluffy caramel brown hair which seemed constantly out of place from anxious fiddling, his pale skin was dusted with freckles, and his eyes were a foggy blue. He also wore a white dress shirt, accented by his favorite red bowtie. The two looked like complete opposites, how they ever became friends is a mystery.
Jason chuckled, choosing to continue his assault on the taller man “Don’t look so glum Sammy, I’m not even done yet!” he chuckled darkly “now where were we… ah, right about here. Not much to say about me, but Emmi? She’s less of the leader, more…” he hummed, tapping a finger on his chin just to draw out the moment. “More like that one chick who bosses us around and pulls us into her antics.” Jason shrugged, about to continue his ‘advice’ but he was quickly interrupted.
The door flung open, hitting the wall of the decently small room with a loud ‘SLAM’! which caused Sam to let out a shrill scream, both turning to the entrance.
Emilia stood in the doorway, her dark brown hair was cut into a bob cut, and the gap in her teeth showed with her manic grin. Her shirt was mostly covered by a pair of brown overalls, tied at the waist was her green hoodie. Her green eyes glimmered with excitement as she held up a strange brown book covered with ancient runes that looked to be older than everyone in the room. “Look what I found!” she beamed, using her foot to shut the door behind her.
“a book?” Jason inquired, raising an eyebrow.
Sam’s eyes widened with awe “no... that’s a genuine Lovecraftian Spell book!” he stood up, hurrying over and carefully taking the book from Emelia’s outstretched hands. “Where did you even get this?!”
“Oh, I got it from that creepy guy down near the farm. The sickly one with scraggly hair and always has that suspiciously red pitchfork?” Emelia answered.
Jason visibly shuttered “euck… that guy freaks me out. Bloody gingers.”
“doesn’t help that he never blinks” Sam added, examining the book closely. He opened it and flipped through the pages, running his fingers along the worn pages.
Jason stood from his chair, peering at the book over Sam’s shoulder. “What are we even gonna do with this thing?”
“Summon something of course” Emelia spoke like Jason just asked the stupidest question in the world. She quietly thought for a moment about what they could even try to summon, before her face lit up. “let's summon chuthulu!”
“WHAT?!” Sam snapped his head up, looking at Emelia incredulously “no. absolutely not. We are not—"
Jason took note of Sam’s reaction, and quickly interrupted him, “let's do it. Sounds fun.” He smirked, basking in the incoming spastic anxiety from sam.
“Guys—no—” Sam sputtered, trying to reason with the other two.
“Oh, I got an even better idea.” Jason’s smirk widened to a wicked grin. “let’s set Sam up on a date with it, too.”
“WHAT?!”
Emelia gasped “that is such a good idea! I've always wanted to play matchmaker!”
“Yeah, but not with an outer GOD!” Sam cried
“oh come on! You’ve said you would so smooch a ghost” Emelia waved her hand dismissively.
“Ghosts and eldritch horrors are different! You know this!!”
“Nah man, pretty much the same to me. Let's do it” Jason spoke up “come on Sammy, let's get you a date with death.” Jason snatched the book out of Sam’s hands and gave it to Emelia. who promptly lets out a series of supervillain-esque giggles as Sam scrambles to grab it back but failing miserably.
“Off to adventure!” she roars, quickly heading towards the exit.
“You mean the van?” Jason inquires, following. And poor Sam has no choice but to tag along.