>>1104965
Well, thats disturbing.

Only way youve had any blood is if during the crash your open wounds got infected.
The way this asshole is talking itd either be something youd notice quickly or they really are delusional on every level.

As to taunting out more info.

"Oh, Deerheart.
Youve had the advantage all night and yet...
You still.
Keep.
Fucking.
Up."

Just dont let him see how nervous you are.
If youre not confident of something youre gonna say or feel on edge, remember you have the room.
Walk around him.
Out of his range of vision while you talk.
Circle him.
See how disconcerting he finds being the prey for once.

Also, make a note of the possibility of drinking some albino blood for a power boost in an emergency. Like, even more of an emergency than usual.

>>1104992
Reminds me of south African provinse with the myth that albinos contain gold inside there skulls so witch doctors hire people to murder albinos was a grueling documentary to watch in some ways

I've gotten through this with cold steel, hot lead, and plenty of help. So the girl's got magic blood or some such?
Fine. Not the strangest thing I've heard tonight.
So who's your boss and where is he? He's got an appointment with a bullet.

If he withholds the information, torture him, start with breaking some toes or something.

1/2 Buckwheat 2025/03/23(Sun)18:52 No. 1105291 ID: b6ea64
File 174278115497.png - (420.21KB , 500x500 , 107.png )

>this guy's clearly crazy.
Crazy, but at least he’s said something instead of silently trying to stab me with a knife.

>Try belittling some. Like, "Lived through all the boss sent? What, thugs in masks?
>If you’re not confident of something you’re gonna say or feel on edge, remember you have the room. Walk around him.
I start pacing in circles,
Gretchen: “Oh lived through what? A couple of silent thugs running around in clown masks? Didn’t your mothers teach you reality from fiction?”

Wolf: “Okay first of all, they’re NOT clown masks-”

Gretchen: “Then what are they supposed to be?”

Wolf: “They’re supposed to be scary, not funny clown masks! Come on think, no idiot is going to go around kidnapping and killing others without a disguise, duh.”

Gretchen: “So how come you aren’t wearing one?”

Wolf: “I-er-the boss figured you were on to us by now. We ditched the masks and tried to just look like electricians.”

> How many people do they have?
Gretchen: “So how many of you are there in this group?”

Wolf: “Pfh, there’s only one of me in the group-“

I clobber him in the face again,

Gretchen: “No more smart ass answers. How many members do you have in this group?”

Wolf: “I dunno how many are left after what you pulled tonight. Probably enough that the boss won’t have to get involved.”

>So who's your boss and where is he? He's got an appointment with a bullet.
>Who's he working for?
Gretchen: “Speaking of the boss, where is he? My friend here as a bullet with his name on it.”

Wolf: “You don’t even know his name!”

>If he withholds the information, torture him, start with breaking some toes or something.
Gretchen: “Maybe you’ll care to indulge us on that then. I want it all! The who, what, where, and why.”

Wolf: “You think I’m scared of a measly little doe? Besides, I’ve already drank the albino blood myself. I’ll live through anything you throw at me!”

Gretchen: “What, it makes you invincible or something?”

Wolf: “It let’s whoever drinks it, live forever!”

Gretchen: “Have you met anyone that’s drank it and lived forever?”

Wolf: “Uh, no. It hasn’t even been forever yet. Boss lived through being shot to prove it to us though.”

Gretchen: “Alright that’s it. Get me a hammer, Gasket.”

Gasket: “Sure, here ya go lassie.”

I take the hammer and strike it down on his feet a few times. He howls and snarls in pain, cussing and cursing to no end.

Gretchen: “Having any second thoughts? Cause it looks to me like that magic blood doesn’t work.”

Wolf: “That’s where you’re wrong! I’m still alive you ditzy doe, and when I claw my way out of this rope I’ll make sure I finish the damn job with all of ya!”

I hear the frantic scraping of claws against the metal support beam. He probably ain’t getting anywhere anytime soon, but neither are we with that flat tire-

2/2 Buckwheat 2025/03/23(Sun)18:52 No. 1105292 ID: b6ea64
File 174278117673.png - (450.33KB , 500x500 , 108.png )

Gretta: “Hey mister Gasket, is this that tool you needed?”

Gasket: “That’s it! That’s muh lug wrench! Where did you find it?”

Gretta: “In between walls where that hole was.”

Alright, well. I’m not even going to question that. I gotta decide what I’m going to do here with this mad wolf. Am I going to just leave him here tied up and let law enforcement handle it, or do I let him find out the hard way there’s no such thing as magic?

>>1105291
>lived through being shot
In the head? In the heart? Did anyone see the wound, or just blood? It could have been faked. Also ask if he stayed conscious, or had to heal, because... well, you can knock him out to prove he's not invincible. Plus, if you cut off one of his fingers, that proves he can lose body parts, and if he can't die but can lose body parts then that's a terrible, terrible curse.

Basically, there's two possible outcomes if he can be permanently damaged: 1, it's a curse instead of a blessing, or 2, his leader lied to him. Either way, there's no reason for him to be loyal.

Hard way! Hard way!

On second thought, I guess there's no point in proving this guy wrong by mutilating him if we want him to help us in any way. Threatening to do it might work, but if not, ask what's the smallest piece of him that he'd be willing to risk to prove his claim. A slice of skin off of somewhere, off of his finger?

Was that a threat?

Smash a knee in with that hammer.
Let him know that now it don't matter if he gets out, he ain't goin nowhere fast. Plus, if he don't start talkin', You'll take the other one, too. A permanent limp is one thing. Never walking again is another thing entirely.

>>1105298
True.
Hes drank the kool aid.
Nothing will break that.
But, if youre feeling cruel gretchen, ask him how long it takes to heal, then ask what forever is going to be like with shattered feet?

This ain't self defense anymore Gretchen, y'sure you can live with yourself if you kill him, all tied up like that? Besides, why go to the effort when these facts should do the trick; He can still be injured and still feel pain, so you could just smash all his bones and dump him down a well. Let him stew on that idea.

Give him Gretta's blood, then break his bones.

Eeeh, I'll take a gamble and vote for the police to handle this bozo, which we still have to make contact with, anyway.

Let's not forget to remind him that some of his crazy clown mask friends drank the blood and then died from things like blunt trauma and a chest full of buck shot after interrupting football time.

If he's still able to feel pain, and the injuries you've made aren't healing... How does this guy like the sound of eternal life after being drawn and quartered?

What happened to your clothes?

1/4 Buckwheat 2025/04/26(Sat)23:01 No. 1107076 ID: b6ea64
File 174573369462.png - (6.58KB , 500x500 , 109.png )

>What happened to your clothes?
You make it sound like I lost them- wait, I didn’t have a black coat on before.

Gretchen: “Gasket, where’d this coat come from?”

Gasket: “Spare jacket I had out here. Put it on ya to help keep you warm after you passed out.”

Gretchen: “Thank you, that was very thoughtful.”

2/4 Buckwheat 2025/04/26(Sat)23:02 No. 1107077 ID: b6ea64
File 174573377783.png - (232.41KB , 500x500 , 110.png )

>This ain't self defense anymore Gretchen, y'sure you can live with yourself if you kill him, all tied up like that?
Many conflicting thoughts bounce around in my head, and an empty gut is pointing me towards irrationality. There’s no going back if I kill him. I- no. I can’t make a rational decision right now. Better to find out more about these “harvesters” instead.

>Did anyone see the wound, or just blood? It could have been faked. Also ask if he stayed conscious, or had to heal
Gretchen: “Okay, you said the boss survived being shot. How though? In the head, in the chest? Any blood splatter? You realize it ain’t hard to fake blood splatter.”

Wolf: “He got blasted in the head! It was NUTS! He hit the ground gushing like a water fountain. Then he got up like it never happened.”

Gasket: “Nothing a little acting and a paint ball can’t accomplish.”

Wolf: “I don’t know about you weed eaters, but I know the smell of fresh blood!"

>how long it takes to heal, then ask what forever is going to be like with shattered feet?
>Smash a knee in with that hammer. A permanent limp is one thing. Never walking again is another thing entirely.
Gretchen: “Alright, how long did it take for him to heal?”
Wolf: “I ain’t got money for a wrist watch, yet, the hell do I know? Wasn’t long before he got back up.”

Gretchen: “How about I smash every bone in your leg. Then we’ll see if you can get back up or if you’re stuck with a limp.”
Swear this wolf is thinking so hard now you can almost see smoke coming out the ears. He starts mumbling to himself but I can’t make a word of it.

Gasket: “You might live all fine and dandy but what’cha gonna do if it don’t heal up? Can’t pay the doctor bills if you can’t work. Can’t steal money and run off on crutches. Bust up both your feet and now you can’t even hit the gas pedal!”

Wolf: “The boss would take care of it!”

Gasket: “Really? Been out here how long now and no-one else’s shown up for your sorry ass yet.”

Gasket: “Come on lassies, he can freeze out here and wait for who really shows up for him-“

Wolf: “Copper Claws.”

Gretta: “What was that?”

Wolf: “I dunno who the boss really is, but he’s got shiny copper looking claws. That's all I'm saying though.”

3/4 Buckwheat 2025/04/26(Sat)23:03 No. 1107078 ID: b6ea64
File 174573382227.png - (360.73KB , 500x500 , 111.png )

The roaring flurry of snow outside and a chill down the spine distracts me. Soon the hammer drops out of my grasp and I’m struggling to stay standing.

Gretta: “You doing alright Gretchen?”

Gasket rushes to my side helps keep me up.

Gasket: “Come on lassie, we’re getting you in the car and cranking up the heat. We need to get you out of here…

4/4 Buckwheat 2025/04/26(Sat)23:04 No. 1107079 ID: b6ea64
File 174573385095.png - (380.38KB , 500x500 , 112.png )

I feel my self drifting in out of awareness for a bit, until the car starts moving. Gasket checks up on me.

Gasket: “Still with us lassie?”

I just nod my head a little and mutter out a mhmmm.

Gasket: “Try and stay awake and aware with us now, at least until we can get you proper medical attention.”

Gasket: “I see you’re married, what’s your husband like? He must be pretty proud and grateful to have such a strong and determined wife like yourself. Must be worried sick as to where you are.”

>>1107079
Tell him you're fighting right now. You don't know what he thinks about you anymore.

>>1107079
He's a reckless, lazy moron, and I hope he made it out safely. If he's made me a widow, I really will divorce him this time.

>>1107079
Talk to him.
Keep talking.
Tell him whatever you need to thatll keep you awake.
Tell him bout the good times and the bad.
That youre fighting right now.
That for all the parts of you thatd believe he would be worried and does love you, theres a few parts that just wont quit questioning if thats true.
Unload it all. Might help.
May even help you decide some things.

Its one thing to think things through but giving voice to thoughts can...
well,
its like the extra space outside your head gives them room to move, grow and let you see them for what they really are. Sometimes theyre not as big or bad as they feel all locked away. Sometimes they are, but even then giving name to your worries binds them to the knowable rather than them remaining an amorphous shape of potential woes shifting with the ebb and flow of your inner voices and worries.

What do i know though?
Im just another voice in your head.

Ha, that's a hell of a thing to ask at a time like this, Gasket. Lets just get through the night.

What time is it anyway?

Grateful? GratefuL?! That GRAZEless idiot forgot our anniversary. Our pizza party anniversary! From our first pizza party.

He LOVES pizza! No cheese, no sauce, leafy green. Just how lik grandma use to make. I've never HERD him so happy as when having a slice and watching the BUCKlyn Broncos LOCKING HORNS on TV.

But he never is happy with me. DOEn't he ever helps around the house either. I HOOF to do everything myself there, and the whole place looks like a PIGSTY.

Wait, I'm losing track of the conversation. Let's change subject and hurry to the hospital, please.

Why does he want you to be awake? You should resting up after all this.

>>1107303
If you slip into sleep in these conditions, it might be the last thing you do.

Buckwheat 2025/05/26(Mon)19:35 No. 1108711 ID: b6ea64
File 174831335452.png - (9.32KB , 800x800 , 113.png )

>Tell him you're fighting right now. You don't know what he thinks about you anymore.
>He's a reckless, lazy moron.
>Tell him bout the good times and the bad. That youre fighting right now.
Gretchen: “He’s certainly got a grizzly attitude, especially when he’s watching football on a Sunday night, like tonight. Tells me to shut it and cranks the volume up if I interrupt the game for anything.”

Gasket: “Well that’s quite the unsportsmanlike attitude from him! Why, if I did anything like that. The ol wife would have knocked me upside the head with a rolling pin. Bless her poor heart.”

Gretchen: “He even bet two house payments worth the cash on the home team’s game tonight!”

Gasket: “Did they win?! I-I’m sorry what I meant to say was, are you going to be okay? I can help you find a place to stay if you don’t want to go back.”

Gretchen: “I’ll be okay, thankfully he did win the bet and we’re not losing our home. When I found out about it at first, I got so ANGRY, I bet our marriage on it. Said if he lost the bet we’d be getting divorced.”

Gasket: “So what’s keeping the two of you together?”

Gretchen: “He’s a wonderful, hard working husband every other day of the week most of the time anyway…”

Gretchen: “He makes sure we have enough to get by and keeps the house standing. We have a good time going out for dinner and walking around the woods on our property.”

>I hope he made it out safely. If he's made me a widow, I really will divorce him this time.
Gretchen: “That lazy moron. He better have made it out of this alive. If I come home and find out I’m a lonely widow. We really are getting that divorce.”

He quickly changes topics,
Gasket: “Well first we need to get you to the emergency room.”

Gretchen: “You’re not wrong, however. Given that there’s an entire group of murderous kidnappers out for the two of us. It’s not safe to go back into town. We’ve been getting chased around all day. I need to get Gretta home first and figure out something from there.”

>What time is it anyway?
Gretchen: “Speaking of, what time is it anyway?”

Gasket: “five to ten pm.”

Gasket: “You’re pretty thick headed there lassie. You don’t seem like you’re going to make it much longer though. You really should-“

Gretchen: “If they get to us again Gasket, we’re all dead.”

Gasket: “You’re to bleed out on us if you don’t get to the ER now!”

Gretchen: “I’d rather die knowing I got her home safely then die throwing her back to the wolves!”

Gretta: “You’re not going to die, my dad’s not a doctor but he knows how to stitch up cuts and wounds.”

Gasket: “Sounds like an interesting fellow, but still.”

Gretchen: “Oh for the love of. It’s faster at this point to get to her house than drive all the way back into town. I’ll live.”

Gasket: “Well, I can’t object at this point. If that’s what you want, give me the directions.”

Gretta starts to guide him down the road and onto the unpaved trail in the wooded area. The road is pretty bumpy. It eventually leads to a huge house, where entry to the driveway is locked behind a fancy gate.

Gasket starts to look nervous,

Gasket: “I was afraid that this is where you lived.”

Gretchen: “Why’s that?”

Gasket: “Well to be blunt. Mr. Grismiller would probably shoot me on sight. Well, maybe not that drastic but it wouldn’t end well if we saw each other eye to eye.”

>>1108711
Does whatever bad blood there is between the two of you really matter in light of all this? If he's the sort of person who wouldn't give a neighbor respite in a time of need, then I wouldn't feel comfortable placing Gretta in his sole care.

>>1108711
Ask gaskett if he can put any acrimony between them on hold and youll try to get her poppa to do the same.
Bigger problems for everyone sharpening their knives out there in the dark.
If hes the kind of man who would put a grudge of any kind over the immediate need of his daughter and an injured stranger, then he may not be safe to be in the care of.
Though, not much choice i guess...

>>1108711
Well, he doesn't have to come in. But why? Ask him for details, you're about to meet the man yourself and you'd rather not offend him while your life depends on his help.

Also if he's not going to come with you he should get away from here. Maybe he can go tell the cops your story so they know what happened to the man that was driving you. They might want to contact the military, or something, get some serious boots on the ground to clean up the cultists. Also warn them about their leader's supposed resurrection power, in case it's real somehow.

...Gretta's father is going to turn out to be the cult leader isn't he.

Lil sus. Why would he hate Gasket?

1/3 Buckwheat 2025/06/01(Sun)18:28 No. 1108984 ID: b6ea64
File 174882772157.png - (8.64KB , 800x800 , 114.png )

>Ask him for details, you're about to meet the man yourself and you'd rather not offend him while your life depends on his help.
>Lil sus. Why would he hate Gasket?
Gretchen: “What kind of grudge or feud is going on between the two of you anyway?”

Gasket: “I’ll keep it brief, train I worked on had a horrible derailment about ten years ago. I was in charge of shipping out his lumber and the man insists it was from my ‘negligence’ that the whole thing happened in the first place. Even tried to get me fired over it, but ol Gasket wasn’t going down without a fight. We had an exclusivity deal with him that was about to expire, and decided to start shipping lumber for one of his competitors instead of renewing. Sure showed him!”

>Does whatever bad blood there is between the two of you really matter in light of all this?
>Ask gasket if he can put any acrimony between them on hold and youll try to get her poppa to do the same.
Gretchen: “Okay, if you can put whatever grudge you have against him-“

Gasket: “Grudge? I’ve moved on from this years ago. He’s the stubborn bull head that won’t drop it.”

Gretchen: “As I was saying, I think me and Gretta can get him to put his anger over it on hold. Unless you wanna watch me limp over to the door myself instead.”

Gasket: “I couldn’t bare witness or sully my good name letting that happen. I’m running for the hills though if pulls out a gun. That man’s a sharper shooter than I!”

Gretta opens up the gate and we approach the intimidating, large, fancy doors. Gretta knocks on them and instantly they burst open, revealing an ANGRY DEER FATHER!

His voice is cold and stern,
Mr. Grismiller: “Gretta G. Grismiller, you march upstairs right now! Your mother’s worried about you.”

Gretta: “Yes father…”

He eyes me and Gasket up next,

Mr. Grismiller: “As for you two, shoes go on the rack. You may sit on the sofa under the clock. I must return to a phone call before attending to you. I’ll only be a brief moment.”

2/3 Buckwheat 2025/06/01(Sun)18:29 No. 1108985 ID: b6ea64
File 174882775978.png - (7.00KB , 800x600 , 115.png )

The two of us make our way inside and seat ourselves. We sit in awkward silence as we hear Mr. Grismiller let loose on some poor sap over the phone.

Mr. Grismiller: ”Yes, she really is home. How is it a random house wife manages to find and save my daughter over every person in your- garbage business is beyond me! You and every one of your associates should be ashamed of themselves.”

He hangs up with a loud slam, and returns with a first aid kit.

Mr. Grismiller: “Pardon the wait, important business.”

He looks me over again, and sighs.

Mr. Grismiller: “Gail! Gail! Get down here with the suturing kit!”

Gail: ”Did you cut yourself sharpening your knife collection again?!”

Mr. Grismiller: “No! No I did not! We have guests in need of medical attention!”

Gail: ”It’s under the kitchen sink!”

Mr. Grismiller: “Why is it under- NEVER MIND!”

3/3 Buckwheat 2025/06/01(Sun)18:29 No. 1108986 ID: b6ea64
File 174882778591.png - (8.33KB , 800x800 , 116.png )

Mr. Grismiller comes back with a suturing kit, I’ve been through so much tonight that I hardly feel him poking at my head wound.

Mr. Grismiller: “There. With that out of the way, we can move on to other matters.”

Mr. Grismiller: “Is there anything I can offer you before hand? Refreshments or some fruits?”

Gasket: “Some coffee would be great.”

Mr. Grismiller: “I wasn’t asking you. Just be grateful to be here and not out in the cold.”

You need room and board until the crazies after Gretta are arrested and/or dead. Maybe even a job as a housemaid, if your husband continues to be stupid.

>>1108986
You need some vegetable juice, to offset any deficiencies all your bleeding might leave you with.

Speak up for Gasket, though. Without his help, you might have not made it much further after the crash.

You're going to need painkillers in the morning, by the way. It's impressive you can even sit upright.

Maybe he could show you part of his knife collection? Now's a decent time to see Chekhov's Gun.

something with iron in it, you've got blood to replenish.

>>1108985
A...
A kindred spirit.
Siblings in suppressed rage.

Thank him.
Water for sure.

Normally id be more wary about a man with abknife collection, but right now its almost comforting to know.

>>1108986
Water is a must, and probably something to get back all the stuff you lost bleeding.

1/2 Buckwheat 2025/06/08(Sun)14:51 No. 1109322 ID: b6ea64
File 174941950732.png - (7.17KB , 800x600 , 117.png )

>Speak up for Gasket, though. Without his help, you might have not made it much further after the crash.
Wretched Gretchen: “Now you listen here! I didn’t save your daughter, push through being chased by killers in the woods, live through a car crash, kill a fox with a club, and walk in the cold for help, just to hear some ungrateful snob treat the man who got us through the last mile of it like shit!”

Gasket: “Whoa, easy there lass! It’s just a cup of coffee, no need to-“

Wretched Gretchen: “No! If you were able to help me bring his kidnapped daughter home, then he damn well can return the favor and get you a hot cup of coffee!”

Mr. Grismiller: “Fine, coffee for the goat. What about you Miss-“

Wretched Gretchen: “The name’s Gretchen.”

>You need some vegetable juice
>something with iron in it, you've got blood to replenish.
Gretchen: “Do you have any juice or something with iron in it?”

Mr. Grismiller: “Apple juice and coffee it is then.”

He leaves to retrieve our refreshments and calls out from the kitchen,

Mr. Grismiller: “By the way, is this large mass of flesh and fur in my kitchen your husband?”

Gretchen: “He’s here? George! George?!”
I peek into the kitchen and see him passed out on the floor.

Gasket: “That’s your husband?!”

Gretchen: “Yes that’s my husband! That’s him alright. What happened?”

Mr. Grismiller: “One moment.”

2/2 Buckwheat 2025/06/08(Sun)14:52 No. 1109323 ID: b6ea64
File 174941955467.png - (7.42KB , 800x600 , 118.png )

He comes back with our refreshments and gently sets them down on the table.

Mr. Grismiller: “He drank through an entire bottle of whiskey while we talked about the football game from earlier tonight. Ah, easiest bet I’ve made in my life. Wish the maximum bet would have been higher, could have made a fortune! Why, you’d almost have to be a fool not to bet on them.”

Gretchen: “I’d rather not talk about the game, bit of a sore topic right now.”

Mr. Grismiller: “I take it someone bet on the away team-“

Gretchen: “I don’t gamble, now kindly shut it.”

Mr. Grismiller: “Speaking of sore, you mentioned living through a car crash?”

Gretchen: “Yes, it’s amazing that-"
Mr. Grismiller: “Amazing you can even sit up straight, let alone move around.”

I take sip of my juice and feel a wave of relief wash over me.

Mr. Grismiller: “What is it you hoped for upon bringing her home? What desires do you seek for your commendable efforts to see her return safely?”

>>1109323
Never about a reward, was it gretchen?
Just...
You need to tell him.
Some assholes stole your wood, and that ked you to the girl and you were not in the frame of mind to be pushed around or see someone else be pushed around either.
Hence the earlier outburst.

In life, it is generally a good rule to pick the side that doesnt have mask wearing lunatics as a member base, but even if they were normal looking, youd have helped her.

I mean, do you want a reward gretchen?
It might be nice, but it certainly wasnt your motivation...

>>1109323
I want those freaks out this town so they stop stealing our firewood. Also George is going to need a new TV antenna once I'm satisfied he's done enough to win me back.

Just want this terrible night to be over, and to be safe at home without masked freaks coming for your blood.

>>1109323
Tell him you weren't thinking about a reward. You were thinking about getting away from the cultists trying to murder you. Speaking of which you hope his house can be secured. Does he have storm shutters? We could board up the windows, if not.
...hmm, it is a bit weird that you were able to just walk away from that car crash. The airbag didn't even deploy. Do you have any sore spots? Like from smashing your head against the steering wheel? Maybe you have unusually strong bones... Unbreakable ones...

>>1109340
Oh, a new TV antenna would be nice, yes.

"I don't just want a reward. I [b]need[/i] a reward.
My life was already going down the toilet, but stepping up has knocked me five feet under. My husband has gone insane. My house is likely firewood. And most importantly, multiple sick cults with an obsession for your daughter know who I am and how I kicked their asses. If I walk out of this house I am a dead deer.
And Gretchen will never forgive you if you sentence us yourself."

"Can't someone just help a poor sick girl out of a hostage situation out of the kindness of her heart? Oh, yeah, and speaking of which..."

It's time to regale Mr. Lots of Wood about the woeful tale of your stolen lumber and your encounter with the crazed predator cult that wants to keep his daughter.

Oh, and ask him how in the world George got there.