Context: Long has the mountain stood, while the rock turned molten red. Many suns have come and gone. The werewolves fought for this place when they had no choice, thanks to their vampire rivals. It doesn't matter to you. Your only concern is food.

Setting: Mount Ironside - External Outpost / Internal Mines

Tags:[MM4A][Bitter Enemies][Werewolf Speaker][Vampiric Werewolf Hunter Speaker][???? Listener][Horror][Until Dawn Inspired][Shapeshifter][Psychological/Cosmic/Body Horror Wombo Combo][Apex Predator][Disturbing Implications]['Playing'][Halloween Script][What Is It?][Too Late][TW: Violence/Death/Intensely Disturbing Implications]

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[W] = Wren, the werewolf.

[O] = Oleander, the werewolf hunter.

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[Scene opens in a wood-built lookout nestled deep in Mt. Ironside]

[SFX: A faint snowstorm]

[Near the top of Mt. Ironside, a werewolf hunter is sitting down for a meeting with a werewolf]

[SFX: Coffee being poured]

[How bizarre]

[W] “Ehm… There you are, Mr. Werewolf Hunter.”

[O] “Oh, Wren, c’mon. I’m off duty, and there’s no other vampires around…”

[W, sarcastic] “How charitable… Fine. You mentioned a business proposition?”

[Oleander sips his coffee and frowns. He has the decency to not say the quiet part out loud]

[O] “Ahem. Well, yes, I think it’s obvious that you’re sitting on a literal goldmine here, Wren. You own all of Mount Ironside now, but you haven’t let people re-open the mines, you haven’t developed any commercial properties… Nothing.”

[W] “Funny, that. It’s almost like a lot of people have lost their lives on this mountain.”

[...]

[O] “Mining accidents are pretty common-”.

[W] “Two-hundred and eighty-three people in a single day.”

[Goodness]

[Pause]

[O] “...A cave-in can truly be devastating, I suppose. But the structures have gotten so much more stable this last decade.”

[W] “Yes. Because your kind has been driving *my* kind out here to where we’re forced to do dangerous things to survive.”

[O] “Oh, pish posh, come now. We have your best interest at heart!”

[Hmhm…]

[W] “...Oleander. You are, thus far, the only person I’ve come close to feeling like they would have ‘earned’ that fate. The mountain is closed for a reason. No, hundreds of them. Walk away. I know you. You want to play hero. You have a damned hero complex like no one else.”

[Oh, *does* he, now?]

[O, unamused] “You’re really starting to make me reconsider being peaceful about this, Wren.”

[W, with a small chuckle] “Hoho, I bet.”

Help me!

[Note: You can use a quiet, muffled feminine voice for the cries in italics, or leave them completely silent to make it a little creepier]

[Both men tense, Wren glaring into his coffee and Oleander looking about]

[O] “Did you hear that?”

[W] “You need to leave, Wren. Now.”

Please, help me!

[O] “I hear a woman crying out for help!”

[W] “Alright, you damned idiot, listen to me. As a last-ditch effort, I will be as straightforward with you as I can, so LISTEN.”

[...]

[O] “Fine…”

[W] “There is a monster in the mines. I don’t say that like the humans call us monsters, I mean a real, true *monster*.”

Please, it’s so cold…

[O, distracted] “What…?"

[W] “... I call her Mipsy… My therapist thinks I’m insane but suggesting giving my ‘nightmare’ a cute name might make her a little less scary. It didn’t… Sometimes, she’s a woman. Sometimes, she’s… some insectoid nightmare from pre-history, big as a damned truck! But, most of the time, she’s some Hellish combination of both… Used to think there was more than one but, no… Just one shapeshifting monstrosity.”

[...]

[O] “...I’ve never heard of such a creature.”

[W] “No one has. If there were more, maybe she ate them, I don’t know. All I know is that she tolerates me because werewolf tastes bad and she gets her fill from you idiots! She’s smart… Acts dumb on purpose just to taunt me… But she knows my schedule, she can mimic speech, even in other languages!”

[Pause]

*Il a raison, tu sais*

[O] “...You’re just trying to distract me from rescuing some poor woman you have locked away!”

[Pause]

[W] “I am telling you now, with no ounce of a joke in my heart, that if you go into those mines, Hunter… You will die.”

*Please help…*

[O] “You’re honest to God going to tell me that you don’t hear a woman shouting for help?!”

[W] “I hear it. I’m choosing to ignore it, as should you.”

[O] “This is insane! I’m going!”

[SFX: Oleander hurrying out/the snowstorm picking up]

[Wren sighs as the…]

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POV Shift to…???

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[Fade in on the mines]

[SFX: Oleander darting through the old mines hurriedly]

[O] “Ma’am?? Ma’am!”

[...]

[You fall silent as his cries echo across the long-abandoned mines]

[SFX: His footsteps slowing somewhat… then stopping]

[O] “I heard you screaming for help! Are you OK? Did the werewolf hurt you?!”

[...]

[You turn to him a little]

[O] “...Ma’am?”

[Almost fully… He gives a tentative smile]

[O] “C’mon, it’s OK… I won’t hurt you… Come on, you have nothing on, you must be freezing. I’ll help you, OK?”

[You smile. And he screams. OH, does he scream]

[SFX: In this order, a quiet, feminine laugh turning into something more insectoid, more like a clattering hiss, then a rush of wings/chitin before he is cut down - fit in Oleander’s scream where you see fit]

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POV Shift - The Werewolf

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[SFX: The faint screams of the Hunter]

[W, with a tired sigh] “...They never listen…”

[He shudders]

[W] “...One less vampire, at least… One less dead werewolf’s soul paid for…”

[He sighs again]

[W] “...And one more sin I’ll have to explain to the man upstairs… How do you tell anyone that the Devil itself is smart enough to strike a deal like this, huh?! Just a source of damned food delivery…”

[SFX: Faint, Mantid-like clacks]

[He shuts his eyes, tense, and holds his breath as he mutters:]

[W] “Told you to finish your meals ‘fore coming in here…”

[SFX: Insectoid chortling/chuckling/feminine cooing]

[Pause <3]

[W, subtly terrified] “Mipsy…. Come on.”

[Note: “Mipsy” is largely meant to be a woman mixed with a mantid-like insectoid, but is otherwise an indescribable horror that does not conform to one form at any given time. The sound design will be focused on building up that threat more than his dialogue, but please feel free to improv]

[SFX: The desk drawer opening]

[You see one of his little paws reach for the same drawer and clap in delight]

[SFX: More clattering/insectoid noises as things in the room get gradually more disturbed]

[W] “...C’mon, now… You be good.”

[You laugh]

[SFX: Female human/Insectoid laughing]

[As you laugh, the snowstorm thickens outside. The mountain is in an uproar!]

[SFX: A taser buzzing]

[W] “DOWN, MIPSY!”

[SFX: An implied charge and tasing…]

[Pause…]

[SFX: Mipsy chewing on the taser]

[He grabs his little toy, turns on the sparklies, and practically throws it at you. Like usual, you snatch it out of mid-air and chew on it quite happily]

[W] “...That you chew on one of the strongest tasers in the world like it’s a toy honestly makes me feel like a damned worm, not a wolf… We used to brag, my brothers and I. ‘I pulled up a tree by the roots!’. ‘Yeah, well, I threw a tree clear into space!’. Lies, all of it, but we still did some macho shit…”

[SFX: A buzzing that might be a purr]

[Pause]

[W] “...I told you I don’t like you coming in here without warning me. Just cause I feed you doesn’t make you a dog and me a… You know, never mind. You hardly understand me anyway…”

[SFX: Taser nom noms]

[W] “...Almost think you enjoy killing. I tell myself it’s just for sustenance… but you smile every time you do it. Like it’s a game and you won…”

[...]

[SFX: Nom nom taser]

[Your oldest denizen sighs and eases… somewhat]

[W] “...We need to find a way back to the place you came from, Mipsy. At the center of the mine. Now that I don’t have to worry about the werewolf hunters or any other good-for-nothing vamps, you and I are taking a field trip in a week or so.”

[SFX: Mantid-like hissing/chitinous rattling]

[W, with a yelp] “Hey! NO! You put the teeth away! We’re having a conversation… Well, I’m talking at you but I think you get the damned jist… Phew, Christ, that was nearly a heart attack…”

[Pause <3]

[He glares away from you. He can’t really seem to look at you at all, really]

[W] “...Go and finish your dinner, please. You’ll be less damned snappy.”

[...]

[Could bisect him. Werewolf tastes bad, though…]

[SFX: Resentful hissing/chitinous clicking fading into the snowstorm]

[Pause]

[W] “...How did you know he’d come if you called, Mipsy… Please, God, absolve me if that demon can read minds… Lord forgive me if I gave that abomination even the slightest edge in her hunt…”

[You laugh to yourself while you chew a skull. He’s fun]

[SFX: Fade out on the snowstorm]

[To be continued???]

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Happy Halloween :3 I drove myself actually crazy trying to make this creature both subtle enough for you to fill in your own nightmares and horrifying enough that someone will be cursing me thirty years later <3

Lore fun fact: The only living entity on Earth when this takes place that could reasonably stand a chance against ‘Mipsy’ is X from “The Valley of Headless Men”. Why? *laughs in scriptwriter assholery*.

Actual note: The French phrase ‘Mipsy’ speaks translates to, ‘He’s right, you know’. Also, despite Wren using feminine phrases for Mipsy, Mipsy is actually without known gender.