yet another spooky jump in

(That's fine with me~ I was thinking Robin's and Sparrow's grandmother could've been a monster hunter, an (former) investigative reporter who had spent her life looking into monster, or have her lose someone close from a monster and stat looking into it. Alternitivly a combination of two of these could be fun as well.)

Sparrow placed the pictures beside his sister for her to take a look at them as his gaze drifted to the small objects. Teeth, claws, and even bones were in the tiny bags. Through violet-blue eyes, the young man looked on in concern.

"What is all this? What was grandma hiding?" Sparrow wondered aloud.

"I don't know. And I'm not entirely sure if I want to find out either," his sister replied quietly. The young woman briefly glanced at the Bengal as he jumped onto the desk. She reached out with concern the tabby would mess up everything on the desk. Instead much to her surprise, he seemed to be more curious about everything they had. Sparrow grabbed one of the small bags to examine it closer. As he turned it over in his hands, some faded writings caught his eye.

"V-a-m," he muttered. barely making out the letters. "Vam-p-i...wait dies this spell vampire?" The young man asked as he handed the bag to his sister. Robin grabbed the object and looked it over. The words were faded and diffcult to make out, but she could see it read vampire.

"Yeah the label does say vampire and I assume it means a vampire fang. Surely it must be talking about a bat. There's no such thing as vampires, werewolves, or-or shapeshifters."

"I hate to break it to you, Robin...but that's too big to have come from a small animal like a bat." The redhead nodded and swallowed hard. She was starting to become uneasy and nervous with the more they found out.

Daxter sighed as he gave that some thought.He did that a lot actually.Both sigh and think about things.His parents said that was why he was deemed smart in peoples eyes.Why people turned to him during tests for the answers.The reality of it was that he was of average intelligence.Sure he had really quick recall but that was only on what he wanted to pay attention to.He couldn't do the kind of math done in 10th by now.And don't get him started on history.

So here he was,trying to think about why and/or how these things chose here of all places.It was outrageous how badly he tried to find something to go to something else only to be lead back to the beginning.It was like doing multiple puzzles with the pieces all jumbled together.Just when you thought you might be getting somewhere with one you realize you put the wrong piece in the wrong puzzle."I give up!"He huffed,pale white arms shooting into the air and falling back down."Nothing I can think of makes sense or even remotely connects to anything else."

(No worries take your time~

Yeah I'm not sure which I like more yet, but I'm leaning towards the reporter angel. Who knows maybe their grandfather could've been a monster hunter or something.)

(Thanks. I might also do monster hunter grandma who took up her reporter husband's job after his death. Whatever I do, Robin and Sparrow (and probably Gifti) are in for a surprise.)

(Yeah same here)

"No that's simply not possible. It's probably fake or a mislabeled tooth. As I said, things like vampires don't exist," the young woman replied as she set down the mysterious tooth.

"Well maybe that's the case. Or maybe we should consider that it's possible. I mean the label says it's a vampire tooth, then this sample of fur is from a," Sparrow reached for another bag and read the label, "werewolf. And I'm sure the other items are labled the same. If it was fake, why would someone go through the trouble of collecting so many or labeling each one?"

"You're reading too much into it. These objects are fakes or mislabeled as I said. Nothing more, nothing less," Robin grumbled. When Sparrow didn't say anything, the young woman contiuned to look through everything on the desk. There were mostly pictures, a few loose papers, and, of course, the odd objects. Robin reached for some of the papers to look through. As she took a quick glance through them, she noticed they were letters. Quickly skimming over them she noticed they mentioned supernatural creatures. Lizardpeople, ghouls, serpents, and other creatures were spoken about through the letters. It unsettled Robin.

"What do you have there?" Sparrow asked. His sister didn't say anything just handed him the pages. The man quickly read through them, growing slightly pale.

"Well then. I think that can confirm how real these things are." He gestered toward the objects on the table as they sat in silence for a moment.

Robin glanced at the cat and scratched him between the ears briefly distracting herself. If she didn't know better, she would think he was interested in what they were looking at.

"Aw I see you like Sir Whiskers," Sparrow noted with a smile. He set down the papers for a moment, seeming to enjoy the distraction as well.

"Sir Whiskers? Not only did you name the cat, but you gave him a ridiclous one. We're not keeping him you know," the redhead said with a smirk.

"Well by giving him a name you'll get attached and we can keep him. If you don't like the name Sir Whiskers, I have plenty more," the young man replied, his eyes dancing with amusement. Robin rolled her eyes and checked the drawer once more to see if they missed anything. After a few minutes of feeling around the drawer, her hands brushed aganist something cold and metallic. Narrowing her eyes she played with the object before getting it loose. Quickly pulling it to the light she saw it was another key. This one, however, looked like it belonged to some storage unit or mail box. Sparrow pressed his lips together and nodded.

"Grandma has another secret," he noted solemnly. Robin quietly nodded. After a brief silence she picked up a few of the pictures.

"We can test this thing out later. Let's finish looking at what we have here." Her brother simply nodded then picked up the letters again as she shuffled through the polaroids. In the bottom margins of most of the pictures were descriptions of what they were. Robin first shuffled through some family pictures at a lake. She recognized her grandmother, her siblings and some of her friends. The images were from a camping trip back in the 60's. Setting them aside, the next pictures were more interesting. Some were blurry images of something running or flashes of something vaguely resembling an animal. It was mostly the same until she reached the one what looked like a wolf. Robin paled as she looked the picture over. A great beast with brown fur and wild, glowing eyes was snarling. Saliva dripped from its mouth and it appeared almost bipedal.

"What now?" Sparrow asked with concern. Robin handed him the photo.

"Oh...wow."

Sparrow scanned the photo for a moment. Something caught his eye in the background. Upon closer look it was a person. Their features were hard to make out and the figure was barely more than a blur.

"Hey look at this." He pointed to the figure in the background as he held up the photo.

"Oh a blur. Cool. Look we're overracting here it's a fake. This is all fake. Monster movies were big when this picture was taken and people were dressing up as these creatures. Honestly it's likely this was grandma and her friends making costumes and taking pictures of their work. Nothing more." Although Robin sounded confident, she wasn't entirely sure what the answer was. Picking up the key again, she turned it in her hand and read the chain. It was for a local storage unit that was just outside of town.

"You know what, we have this key and there's enough time before dusk...probably. Let's go check out what she has in there." Before Sparrow had a chance to say something, Robin was already on her feet.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Slow down, Robin. I don't think that's a good idea, especially because of how the townspeople act and Oh yeah all this!" He gestered to the desk full of their new discoveries. Robin hesitated and readjusted her glasses.

"Well if we're quick enough we'll be fine. And don't you want to know what a this is? If we leave now we'll get back at sunset and be fine." Sparrow paused for a moment and began to think it over.

Sparrow sighed and bobbed his head around. After a moment he spoke. "Alright you have a point. Can we at least bring like a bat or something just in case things get...messy?"

Robin nodded. "Yeah of course let's bring a weapon. There are weird people out there and it's a good idea to have something with us." The young woman began to lead the way downstairs. Sparrow paused for a moment and picked up Sir Whiskers when he meowed. He held the tabby tightly to his chest as he carried him down the old steps, only loosening his grip when they reached the first floor. Robin had already gone to the garage and grabbed a wooden bat. Sparrow watched as his sister grabbed a small bag and packed it with her phone, wallet, and some pepper spray.

"Looks like we're prepared," the young man noted.

"Yeah. Let's go." The redhead paused for a moment gazed at her brother. "Put the cat down. We're not bringing him. We don't need to keep track of him while we're in a hurry." The young man sighed, but nodded as he set the Bengal down.

"Sorry Sir Whiskers, but she's right. Bye little buddy." Sparrow grabbed his own belongings and carried the bat.

"Still on that name?" Robin grumbled as she struggled to open the door. She finally managed to wedge it open and exited. Sparrow followed closely behind.

"Yup. I was also thinking about calling him Ernie. That's not a bad name, right?" Robin rolled her eyes and didn't answer as Sparrow began to close the door behind them.

The cat began to whine and paw at the door. His cries only got louder as they began to leave. Sparrow hesitated and grabbed the key from his sister. "We can't leave him like this. He sounds so heartbroken," the young man dramatically gestered to the door.

"No we're not bringing the cat," Robin hissed.

"Come on, what if he attracts some thing to the house? It doesn't necessarily mean monsters or whatever but stray dogs, maybe a coyote, or even a person could get in the house," the man pointed out. The redhead watched her twin for a moment. Though she hated to admit it, he had a point. Whether there were monsters or not, the twins wouldn't want something to get into the house. Briefly thinking it over, Robin sighed.

"Alright, you've one this time, Sparrow. Go get him." The man's face lit up as he hurried back to the door. He set the bat down then unlocked the front door. Forcing it open, he was careful not to hurt Sir Whiskers.

SMORT
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gifti's been held hostage picked up by sparrow and robin since they think he's a stray and now he's just being weird

mouse and daxter are still researching more about the town and creatures and stuff??

As soon as he had opened the door, the cat was out in a flash of brown. Robin hissed ahead, something about the stupid cat getting out, as the tabby came to a stop. The young man blinked in surprise as the cat blinked back. While the Bengal rubbed up aganist his sister's leg, Sparrow turned back to the door. After a few minutes of struggling, he eventually got it closed. Once more he picked up the bat and turned back to his sister, who was leaning down and rubbing Sir Whiskers between the ears with a smile. Quietly he approched and could hear her doting on him.

"You're kinda cute little fella. And smarter than I thought. Come on." She paused for a moment and picked up the cat, then saw her brother. He struggled to hold back a laugh.

"How the tables have turned," he giggled. Robin began to blush slightly.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She turned away and began to head back towards the town. Sparrow rolled his eyes. He could tease her about it later.

The trip into town was surprisingly quick. There were less people than before wandering the streets, which wasn't surprising given what they knew. Robin saw the way people glanced at her and Sparrow. The small group was kind of odd. She led the way with the cat in her arms. Behind her, her brother carried an old bat without a mit or baseball in sight, heading into town just before dusk. Okay maybe they weren't that odd, but they certainly got a few looks from people they passed on the streets.

-0-

Aster Muns hated fall. She hated that time of year when the leaves changed into brilliant colors and the air became cooler. It only reminded her if the tragedies that occurred in Echo Ridge and the fear everyone held for nightfall. Things would happen around town. Violent, unexplained things that made her wonder why people still lived in the area. Of course she couldn't be one to talk. Old enough to strike out on her own, there were ways for her to leave Echo Ridge and find somewhere safer to lived. Perhaps it was the nostalgia that kept her in town or maybe it was the hope people she had lost long ago would come back alive and well. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know what kept her there.

Aster strolled along the sidewalk with a sandwhich in hand. Despite her dislike for the current season, she softly smiled and tried to enjoy her walk. A short stroll through town was also always nice. She enjoyed talking with the other locals and taking the time to explore the town. Even during the tense time of year it was something she enjoyed doing.

As she walked through town, her phone buzzed. It was her uncle, checking up on her for the fifth time in the last hour. She couldn't balem his concern and worry. Night would be upon Echo Ridge soon enough and the sooner she was home, the sooner she'd have to stop thinking about the things that went bump in the night. Aster quietly made her way down the street, still enjoying her sandwhich.

(Oh look, Aster's finally here.)

Quietly the twins walked through town. They weren't stopped by anyone, much ti their relief. They passed various shops and walked in front of the library. Sparrow glanced towards the grand building, a wave of discomfort washing over him. He wondered if the stranger from earlier was still there. He didn't dwell on the thought as they followed the path towards the storage facility. The sun slowly headed towards the west, threatening to start setting soon. Robin began to quicken her pace. The sooner they reached the storage unit, the sooner they could get back.

Soon enough the twins got to the entrance of the facility. The lights were still on and it appeared a worker was still inside. Robin handed her brother Sir Whiskers before pulling out the storage key.

"I'm good at talking, so I'll go in and find out where this storage unit is, you wait out here with the cat."

"Alright. Good luck," Sparrow replied. Robin gave him a quick nod before heading into the front. Through the window the young man watched his sister talk with the worker. They seemed apprehensive, which made sense considering the time. After a few minutes of what appeared to be bartering, the worker and Robin walked out. She gave Sparrow the thumbs up and he smiled. Awkwarldy carrying the tabby and bat, he made his way to Robin. She quietly took the bat as the worker led them to the storage unit.

Unit 115 the white letters read. Red pain peeled and chipped off the door while the dull lock hung from a similar looking chain. The answers they needed were behind the door. As Robin reached to unlock it the worker spoke up. "Look I may get in trouble for this, but I'm leaving. I don't want to stay here after dark and if you two are smart, then you'll do the same."

"Thank you, we appreciate it," Robin called after the employee as they left. They didn't turn back. Turning her attention to the task at hand, the young woman unlocked the unit and opened it up. She didn't know what to expect, but wasn't surprised to find the unit quite full. What she was surprised with was how organized everything was. Usually those things were messy and disorganized, this was quite the opposite.

"Going through this will at least be easy," Sparrow muttered.

I probably won’t be on a lot today, just a heads up, but I’ll try to get replies up soon!

The twins entered the unit and glanced over the boxes. There weren't as many as they initially thought. Sparrow mindlessly set down the cat as he began to struggle and studied the unit. None of the boxes were labled, though they were all neatly stacked and covered in dust. At the back was another desk, smaller than the one in the house and little better than a table. To the side, meanwhile, was a line of filing cabinets. They too were covered in a fine layer of dust. It was dark and diffcult to see inside. Robin blindly searched for a light, eventually managing to turn one on. It glowed weakly, but provided enough light for the pair to work.

"Alright so now we're in grandma's secret storage unit. Now what?" Sparrow asked.

"We start looking for stuff." Robin replied as she headed to the cabinets. They weren't locked and opened easily enough. With metal sliding aganist metal, Robin opened the first drawer and was greeted with a line of folders. Some were thicker than others and they were all labled similarly to the objects found in the desk at home. Sparrow looked into the drawer behind his sister. His eyes widened as he glossed over the foulders. Each twin pulled out a file and headed over to the desk to start reading. They stared at the files for a moment, unsure if they wanted to head on.

"So," Sparrow began awkwardly, "you ready?"

"Yup. Are you?" The young man nodded and they opened their foulders. Robin's was labled werewolf and had a similar looking picture to the one they found back at the house.

"Look at this. It appears to be the same creature." She pointed to the image as Sparrow scratched his chin, nodding. As he scanned the top page, he noticed the handwriting was different.

"And look that's grandpa's handwriting!" He paused for a moment and carefully pulled the paper from the file. "June 29th, 1965. I found myself in a sleepy town called Claymore Park. The locals are alright, if not a bit jittery. This is likely due to reports of some dog-like creature terrorizing the area. Rumors say it's a werewolf, but I have yet to see how true they are for myself."