Context: The Scarecrow hunts among the rows. To silence howls. The bane of crows. That's what they say, of course. That's what they've always said...

Setting: Whitestable

Tags:[MM4A][Cryptid Hunter Speakers][Vengeful Cryptid Listener][Werewolves][Cryptids][SCP-Influences][Horror][Mystery][They Come Out At Night][Mostly][Helpful?][Terrifying Listener][Werewolf-Gargoyle Hybrids][CW: Disturbing Implications/Violence]

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[M] = Mitch, the Crypytid Hunter

[C] = Chuck, the cameraman

***

[Scene opens in a deserted town surrounded by impossibly large stalks of corn]

[SFX: Trudging footsteps/general abandoned town ambiance]

[Two young men walk the abandoned town, chatting as they prepare to film]

[M] “Right, ready for this next episode of ‘Mitch the Cryptid Hunter’?”

[The cameraman sighs and flicks on his equipment]

[C] “Yes, Mitch… You’re on!”

[Pause]

[He turns toward the camera, grinning excitedly]

[M] “We’ve made it to the town known as Whitestable. A town surrounded by cornstalks taller than most evergreens. Completely deserted for over fifty years, people in nearby cities or small towns don’t seem to be able to recall much about it, and historical records have fallen short. It’s for that reason that people believe it to be haunted.”

[SFX: A loud swoop]

[Both men freeze as a large shadow swoops over them]

[C] “W-What was that?! That shadow that swooped over us was enormous!”

[M, with a pause] “...I think it was just a crow that hit the sun just right. There are a lot of crows around thanks to the corn. C’mon, Cam, no need to go getting spooked this early on! We’re here to do some investigative journalism…concerning cryptids, but journalism is journalism!”

[SFX: Cawing crows]

[C, with a shudder] “Fine… In that case, can you please get to describing the cryptid we’re researching today?”

[Mitch smiles]

[M] “Yes! Most think it is simple ghosts that haunt Whitestable, a place out of time, but other cryptid hunters that have come to this place swear that something truly evil lives here. A cryptid the size of a bear, dressed in a highwayman coat, the mask of a plague doctor, that flies on wings of crow feathers and cornstalks; the Scarecrow!”

[Pause]

[SFX: More crows cawing]

[C, muttering] “Any cryptid hunters should be aware that this area is marked off limits as of the Incident 11 mandate. We have a special permit to be here and are licensed and trained.”

[M] “Yeah, yeah, yeah… The Scarecrow is a figure that has terrified and mystified for decades, now! The local werewolf population seems especially hush-hush about any interactions they’ve had with the entity, but they did impart us with this wisdom: If you hear a screech, half-bird and half-static, it has you in its sight.”

[SFX: A faint screech]

[Both men freeze at that and exchange looks]

[M] “...Maybe we check out Whitestable elementary school, hm? Get out from, uh, under open skies?”

[C] “Yes, please, I-I really hate this.”

[Pause]

[SFX: An old school being opened up]

[C] “Well, the key still works… I guess it should for how much you paid them to come here.”

[M] “Oh yeah! Haha, so, viewers, I had to pay ten thousand dollars to get the local government to allow me in, so just keep that in mind if you want to be like your friend Cryptid-Hunter Mitch, you’d best have some hot rich boy privileges.”

[C, frozen] “M-Mitch…”

[M] “That’s the name, baby! Now, let’s talk a bit more about the significance of the school. So, some theorize that the Scarecrow actually was once a normal human child back in the day. No clue about the name, of course. Such things are always lost to time, it seems.”

[SFX: Metal creaking and a low clicking]

[C] “M-Mitch!”

[M] “Hm? What’s up, Chuck?”

[SFX: A powerful Scarecrow screech]

[You let out a powerful shriek and both men scream in alarm, toppling over]

[SFX: The camera crashing to the ground]

[The young men stare up at you in abject terror as you loom over them]

[C] “Jesus C-Christ!”

[M] “Wow! Look at you, you sure are horrifying, my friend!”

[SFX: The Scarecrow screeching]

[Note: For the Scarecrow’s ‘screech’, I’m using a slightly shifted Tricky from FNF as marked here. Whether this makes me cringe or is helpful, idk, but the powerful screeches are based on 1:38 in or so]

[The two men fall back in horror as your wings cast shadows over them and you let out your haunting wail]

[C, dismayed] “There it is!”

[M, elated] “There it is!”

[Pause!]

[Both wince as you screech again]

[C] “W-Wait, please don’t kill us! We don’t mean any harm, we just want to understand what you are! What your story is!”

[...]

[M, enthusiastic] “Look at you! Wow, you’re a scary one! So, do you have control over the entire town?”

[...]

[SFX: The Scarecrow issuing a lesser screech and [M] being slammed into metal]

[The enthusiastic man yelps as you grab him and toss him into a nearby locker, the door swinging shut on its own as he struggles and screams]

[C] “W-Wait, let him go! Even if you’re just throwing him in a locker for a bit-!”

[Pause!]

[The cowardly one shakes as you screech at him again. After a few seconds, he spills out, the smile gone and eyes wide]

[M] “...We should leave now.”

[C] “...A-Are you OK, man?”

[M, blankly] “...Gets real loud here come sundown…”

[C] “...Why do you have a farmer accent…? I-Is that thing… in your head?”

[SFX: A Scarecrow screech]

[The timid one yelps as you screech at him again. You can see his terrified reflection in your goggles, of sorts]

[C] “I’m sorry! I-I’m listening!”

[M, still blank] “Flappy ones come out post sundown… Gon’ hafta put ‘em down. All of ‘em…”

[SFX: Crows cawing en masse]

[Your head whips to the nearest window, the sun gleaming through the cracks as it begins to set]

[M] “...Reckon it’s too late, now… Reckon all we can do is try and hide… But they smell everything. No matter how you try to hide…”

[C] “W-What?!”

[SFX: Wolf howling joining the cawing]

[M] “Best get to hidin’...Bout all you can do now.”

[The mouthy one tumbles forward and collapses with a groan as you turn toward the howling. The fires of Hell burn in your eyes, brighter than the sunlight itself, as you draw a sickle in one hand and a hooked chain in the other]

[SFX: Chains rattling]

[C] “M-Mitch! O-Oh geeze, um… Please don’t let us die! P-Please? If you protect us, maybe there’s something we can do for you?”

[SFX: Jetpack boosting]

[He yelps again as you switch on your ‘wings’ and maneuver up into the air]

[C] “Anything! W-We can even get things from outside of this place for you!”

[...]

[SFX: Another screech, but softer]

[C] “I… I-I hope that means you’ll help us… I don’t know what we’re up against, but…”

[SFX: Distant bat-like wings flapping]

[...]

[C] “...Are… are those things ascending from the cornfields… werewolves with gargoyle wings?”

[SFX: A VERY angry Scarecrow screech]

[M, weakly] Kill the winged ones, kill them, smash them in the day, kill kill kill KILL!!!

[C] “O-Oh God, OK… I’m going to take my friend and hide in the bathrooms!”

[He stands and grabs his friend, doing his best to drag him off while you glare out the window]

[M, as he’s being dragged off] Fury, FURY, SUNDOWN, SUNDOWN, HEAR ME CALL THY NAME IN STATIC, MONGREL! I WALK THE ROWS, THE END TO WOLVES, THE BANE OF CROWS!

[SFX: One more furious Scarecrow screech]

[The night is young]

[To be continued]