Spookytooth's Decrepit Barn of Horrors – Part 2

 Hey Jammers! Because I never like leaving anything incomplete, here is the second and final installation of the short weird AJ-related story I began writing in November.

I know it's been a few months, so if you're interested, I recommend you re-read Part 1 just to refresh your memory! Or read it for the first time, if you have no idea what I'm talking about. 

> Click here to read Part 1 of Spookytooth's Decrepit Barn of Horrors! <

I hope you find this at least mildly entertaining :S

Once you're up-to-speed on Part 1 of the story...

Without further ado, let's start Part 2!

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The ladder stretched up, up into darkness. 

"ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY? I KEEP SOME VEEEEERY SPECIAL CURSED ITEMS UP HERE..." said Spookytooth in his deep, creaky voice. 

You see no choice. You steel yourself, climbing up, up–

Oh.

Oh no.

This was his collection... and it was worse than you could have imagined. You keel over from the wave of nausea that overtakes you in this uncanny valley of an attic.

Spookytooth is talking now, that much you can hear. There is roaring in your ears.

"PERHAPS WHAT MAKES THESE ITEMS SO..." the monkey claws strangely at his mask before continuing– "BEAUTIFUL, IS THAT THEY HAVE NO PLACE, NO USE."

It's too much. You faint, falling down, down through a hole in the attic's floor.

"THEY WERE MADE IN THE VOID, AND IN THE VOID THEY SHALL STAY..."

You fall down... into darkness. 

But to your despair, the darkness is only a momentary sanctuary. 

The lights turn on, and fear jolts you awake as cackling laughter bounces off the basement walls.

"BEHOLD– MY HALL OF BLASPHEMY!!!"

You have no idea why, you have no idea how. All you can see is Spookytooth dancing gleefully, surrounded by an array of unspeakable things.

All you wanted was this to be over. All you wanted was for this monkey to just turn off the searingly bright searchlight over his barn so you could go home and sleep. 

But even that felt like a whole other world now.

"Spookytooth... why???" you manage to say through your overwhelming dread, "Why are you doing this?? What do you POSSIBLY have to gain??"

The monkey paused strangely for a moment. 

"WHY, YOUR WONDERFUL SCREAMS OF FEAR, OF COURSE!"

Despair.

You run, not knowing where to go.

You run, unknowingly, into the fourth and final room of decrepit horrors...

And there, you see it. 

You scream.

For the first time in this terrifying night, you scream. 

And suddenly, Spookytooth's cacophony of laughter becomes silent.

You quickly turn around.

Somehow, in the time it took for you to run away, Spookytooth had moved his entire collection of cursed items into the basement. They surrounded you now, and it made you scream even louder.

Then, you turned to Spookytooth, and–

his mask was off? Where did it...

OH.

"Quickly!" he called to you, out of breath, "Your screaming drew the mask off of me, now you need to run so it doesn't attach to you next!"

The orange mask was on the ground, kinda inching towards you. Not fast enough to scare you more than his cursed collection did, but you didn't have time to think. You followed his instructions and ran, up the stairs of the stone basement.

"Don't worry– I'll meet you back up there!" Spookytooth called.

 

He was sounding almost normal. You were nervous, but you trusted him.

Yes, even as he set everything on fire with a screeching war cry, you trusted him.

Somehow.

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When you made it out of the barn, two things surprised you. First of all, the barn was intact, and there was no smoke coming out of the basement. Secondly, it was already the early morning... you had spent an entire night running through a maze of terror.

Surprisingly quickly, Spookytooth came up the stairs and joined you in the grass outside. In the light, he looked pretty normal without his mask! 

"Ah, thank you, kind traveller," he began, "I'm sure I have some explaining to do."

Your voice was hoarse from screaming. "Yes... you definitely do."

Spookytooth went on to tell his tale. For a long time, he had been an avid collector of cursed and abominable items, traveling far and wide through Jamaa to find and hoard the objects that absolutely no one wanted. 

Why? He did not know. But after some time he grew tired of his hobby, so he sought to sacrifice his collection and move onto something new.

However, the last item that came into his possession was an orange mask... this time, it was a truly cursed item, and he was none the wiser when he tried it on out of curiosity. 

Once he placed the mask over his face... it took control, making him continue his cursed collection– this time not for fun, but out of spite. From that point on, all he could think about was all the weird looking and uncanny items filling Jamaa's shops, and being drawn to fear, the mask forced him to collect them.

So when Spookytooth had the idea to display that spotlight in the night sky... it wasn't just to be annoying. It was an S.O.S., and trying to scare whoever agreed to go through his cursed collection was a roundabout way of getting help. Because you got scared enough to scream, the mask was drawn to your fear so it finally detached from the monkey, long enough for him to finally get rid of it once and for all.

"So, once again, thank you! I'm very sorry I had to scare you," Spookytooth said.

As his real self, he was actually very kind. 

"Finally," he sighed with relief, "I can just pretend those cursed items don't exist..." 

Sounds like a good plan...

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So... there you have it! The story is done X)

I kinda don't like this one... but as I said before, I don't like leaving things unfinished, and I did promise I would finish this sometime in early January. So I'm glad it's done xD 

And now I need to sleep again.

Bye for now!

~DoomyPanda

P.S. This goes without saying, but please don't set things on fire in real life. I trust that none of you will do that lol