I was never one to believe in “internet rumours” such as Jeff the Killer or Mr. Widemouth or even The Paradox Messenger. I thought every last one of them was completely toss. Until today. Today is a different. A very different day, that is... Different.




It all started when I went for a walk on a fine early spring’s evening. I was walking around my hometown, when a creepy and rather unsettling looking fellow ju

“Ok, you two I’ll be out of the store for about 3 hours; make sure nobody robs the register and make sure every customer is satisfied with their purchases!” Came the voice of Magilla Gorilla.




Jabberjaw saluted him, whereas Loopy merely tried her best to ignore him.




“Don’t worry, Magilla! We’ll take care of the store and I&rsqu

One day, long before the events of my fanfics and the show this one is based on itself, it was Halloween in Jellystone. Doggie Daddy was attending a costume party without Augie, as she hadn’t been born yet. He was at the ripe old age of 18, and basically had no responsibilities. His costume for the occasion was an angel. Which is basically the main way we link the 8
th
2024 Voretober prompt to this story, albeit loosely.

Fleegle Beagle was sat on a chair, in a crate in his warehouse hideout, sat across from his poly of Bingo, Drooper, and Snorky. They all looked fucking
pissed
at him, and justifiably so.




“So, Fleegle,” Bingo began. “Tell me why you spent your share of the rent on a TF2 hat.”




“Uhh...” Fleegle

Loopy and Jabberjaw were sat outside at a café on a calm Thursday morning. Jabberjaw had a plate of chocolate cake (a whole cake) in front of her, and a hot chocolate the size of a bucket. Loopy on the other hand had a single slice of toast and a black coffee. They had met up to just talk to one another. They hadn’t seen each other in a while (outside of work) and thought some catching up was called for.




“Sooo

Brain hurried down the street on a rainy night. She had a goal in mind, that she wouldn’t compromise for anybody. A terrified feeling filled her stomach, that coincided with an incredibly excited one. She was truly anxious, but didn’t let it stop her. She ignored the torrential wetness that poured from the sky and battered at her coat, until she finally reached her destination. It was an abandoned warehouse; also known as the hideout of the Banana Splits. She knocked on the door, whi

Cindy bear, on a calm morning, sipped her coffee; staring out of the hospital window and out at the town of Jellystone. She was proud of herself, what for? Well, being herself! What a fucking egomaniac. She stared down at the driveway into the hospital, absentmindedly continuing to drink, when she saw Huckleberry Hound, Touché Turtle and those other three bellend musketeers he worked with enter the building.




“Hope

Brain was sat on the sofa in her polycule’s Alleyway, relaxing on a boring evening before bed. On the television, was an episode of ATHF. Specifically it was the in-development version of the episode Boston. This episode only exists in an incredibly rudimentary form and can’t be watched anywhere legally...




“So, like, T.C.... Where’d you get this disc from?” Brain inquires, as Top Cat was nearby sort