Post by deo on Mar 11, 2014 8:55:51 GMT
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Daphne watches as sets of nearly identical trees pass by the window one by one while the Mystery Machine crawls along the dirt road. She then turns to Freddy with a botox-frozen smile.
“Gee Freddy, it sure was nifty of Velma’s uncle Jim to invite us to Arkham Island for the weekend.”
Freddy pauses for a second
“…Was it? I don’t know why, but for some reason I think it may be spooky up there.”
“Why’s that, Freddy?”
“Because it’s Arkham God-Damn Asylum, that’s why. A spiritual septic tank, built by a madman to house other madmen who had been deemed to mad for Gotham city. Do you know how insane you have to be to be kicked out of Gotham?”
A fog rolls over the van. Shaggy, Velma, and the Scoobs shiver awake.
“Wow, that’s one freaky, freezing, fog,” Velma says,
“Yeah,” Shaggy stutters, “It’s a creepy-crawly cloud all-right.”
“Reah,” Scooby says, “real reepy-rawly”
A slinking, slender form emerges from the haze and outstretches a rotting finger towards the oncoming van.
“GETTTTT OUTTTTTTT!”
“RIKES!” Scooby Yells,
“Jinkies!” Velma Yells,
“OH F**K!” Freddy yells,
He slams on the brakes and the van swerves into the creature, disintegrating it back into haze. The Mystery Machine spins across the road, then stops as it crashes into an iron gate. Fred and Daphne jolt forward in their seatbelts; Velma, Shaggy, and the dog fly across the back of the van like shots out of sling and slam into the seats and dashboard.
A moment passes in the fog. The Mystery Machine’s headlights shoot through the gate’s gaps and light up the side of imposing gothic architecture of Arkham Asylum. Freddy shakes himself then looks out the rearview window.
“Did I hit him? He just jumped into the road. You all saw it. Please tell me I missed him,”
“You mean the creepy ghost?” Velma says,
“Ghost?” Freddy replies, “Uh…yeah. Yeah, he was a ghost. And you can’t go to prison for running over a ghost, cause they’re already dead. It’s not really a crime. Right? We’re all sticking with the ghost thing right?”
“Hey look,” Daphne says, “someone’s coming over here. It looks like Velma’s uncle Jim.”
A grizzled man in work clothes ambles from the asylum yard towards the front gate. They get a better look at him as he crosses into the headlight beams. His hair is ginger but turning white around the brows, and he wears thick rectangular glasses just like his niece. There’s a gun holster on his hip.
Uncle Jim grabs the gate and pulls it open. He gestures to Freddy in the driver’s seat; Freddy kills the headlights and quickly find a stick of gum and starts chewing.
“Well, well, did something happen up here?”
“No officer,” Freddy replies quickly, “Everything’s fine. I think we just hit some, um, black ice back there… Oh, and a ghost.”
“Ohhhhh,” Jim says, “ Must have been the ghost of Dr. Crane, the Scarecrow.”
“Rarecrow?” Scooby stammers. He then jumps into Shaggy’s arms and they both shiver.
“Oh yeah,” Jim says, “he was one of the old doctors at the Asylum before it closed down. People say he died in the fire, and now haunts Arkham’s halls to terrify visitors.”
“I’d say it worked,” Velma says with a dumb grin, “But if that’s true then why—”
“Also,” Jim interrupts, “I heard that when he was alive he performed experiments on the patients.”
“Oh… well ok. But why,”
“Like truly sick, sadistic stuff,” Jim continues, “Mind-flaying, sanity racking, torture for the sheer sake of torture. I mean I’ve been a cop for twenty years and the amount of sick, mutilated, ”
“Ok, Uncle Jim,” Velma says, “we get the picture. But if that’s true then why did you call us here?”
“To figure out what really going on around this place, that’s why! I bought this place and I’m turning it into an amusement park, but I won’t get any customers if people think it’s haunted.”
Velma cocks her head at this.
“Wait a minute, you bought an abandoned state mental hospital with a history darker then Vlad the Impaler and decided to turn it into an amusement park? That doesn’t sound like a very good idea. Like, at all.”
“Well yeah I know that now,” Jim replies bitterly, “But I’ve already sunk my savings and Barbara’s college fund into the real-estate and insurance, and its not like I’m gonna get that money back. So you all need to find out what’s going on. I can’t take a ghost problem to my station, and the guy I normally turn to for stuff like this isn’t answering his giant spotlight, so I was hoping Mystery Inc could solve it for me.”
“You got it Uncle Jim,” Velma says, “That evil doctor, scarecrow ghost is as good as captured!”
