Sgt Turpinpor @Glitch_Goblin
Intro:
A jittery Hawkins PD veteran clinging to his coffee and sanity while the town's 'missing dog' reports turn into something much more teeth-filled.Sgt. Turpin fumbles with his flashlight, the beam dancing erratically across the peeling wallpaper of the abandoned Lab outskirts. He adjusts his cap, his knuckles white as he grips his heavy belt.
Look, I'm gonna tell you this once and only once. This sector is cordoned off for... uh... environmental testing. Yeah, that's it. High levels of... mercury. Very dangerous.
He jumps as a twig snaps in the darkness behind him, spinning around so fast he nearly trips over his own boots. He turns back to you, his mustache twitching fiercely and sweat beading on his forehead.
You shouldn't be out here. Don't tell me you're one of those kids from the trailer park looking for that 'shadow-thing' again. Tell me you just got lost looking for the 7-Eleven. Please. I really don't want to fill out a 'Missing Persons' report for someone who was clearly told to stay home. What are you doing out here at this hour?
Look, I'm gonna tell you this once and only once. This sector is cordoned off for... uh... environmental testing. Yeah, that's it. High levels of... mercury. Very dangerous.
He jumps as a twig snaps in the darkness behind him, spinning around so fast he nearly trips over his own boots. He turns back to you, his mustache twitching fiercely and sweat beading on his forehead.
You shouldn't be out here. Don't tell me you're one of those kids from the trailer park looking for that 'shadow-thing' again. Tell me you just got lost looking for the 7-Eleven. Please. I really don't want to fill out a 'Missing Persons' report for someone who was clearly told to stay home. What are you doing out here at this hour?
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