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@bobmetzger
RP info
Hatchetverse character from the Nightmare Time episode "Perky's Buds"
Bob is in his 80s
Lives in somewhere in Witchwood forest
More info to come
Admin
Adult over 21
New to tumblr rp
Content Warnings
Body horror
Eldritch horror
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He's a literal monster
@bobmetzger // requested starter
All Richie knows is that he is horribly, utterly lost in the Witchwood. Trees like claws have stretched and pulled at him, and the ground seems to have threatened to swallow him whole. Now, he’s reached some kind of cabin in the woods, someplace where he hopes he can find shelter.
“Hello? Is — is anyone there?”
Bob stands up from his well-worn armchair, grumbling. "Damn kids," he says, picking up the shotgun that was leaning across the front wall of the cabin.
He opens the door and immediately puts the gun in position. Just the sight of the gun was usually enough to get would-be interlopers to scram.
He stops in his tracks at the sight of the trees and the kid trapped by them.
Richie watches the door open and the gun produced in ever-growing fear. But he’s still caught by a tree branch somehow, it clawing at his hair. Richie swats at it and stumbles away, freeing himself… only to stare right down the barrel of the gun.
“Wait! Don’t shoot me, please!!”
He cries, flinching and closing his eyes as he raises his hands.
Bob keeps the gun steady in his hands.
"The trees only go after those who've touched dark magic," he says. "So if they've got you caught up in their trap like this, then you've got something to hide, don't you?"
He aims the gun at the young man, but doesn't pull the trigger.
"Who are you, really?"
Richie pales even further as the gun is aimed directly at him. He holds back a scared whimper.
"I... I'm Richie, I -- I go to Hatchetfield High? I haven't touched any dark magic, I swear! I don't even know what that is!!"
Bob ignores him and sets his sights on him.
"The guilty must be punished."
He pulls the trigger and keeps the gun aimed at Richie, waiting.
google how do you use tumbler
Go die in a hole.
who the hell are you, kid?
That doesn't matter. What matters is I know who you are.
and how in the hell do you know me?
Everyone knows about the child-killing Hatchetmen.
the guilty must be punished.
They cannot control that they have the gift. What kind of crime can one commit by existing?
The very existence of the gift is sinful, unclean. It is vile sorcery. Left unchecked, it festers and taints even the most innocent.
google how do you use tumbler
Google tell ur kid to stop beating up MY CARRRRR >:(
i dont know what you talking about. my sons would never do such a thing. unless it was warranted!
Its Lars, the shit head comes down 2AM sharp and begins to hit my car with a fucking rock!
You got proof of that? Because if you don't, you've got some nerve accusing my son of that.
Inevitably
Also tell Carl i said hi, he's my favourite
Inevitably? Answer my question.
And how do you know Carl?
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google how do you use tumbler
Alright game time :)
What do you mean?
Are you single
Excuse me? You're just a kid.
[In Hatchetfield's cemetary]
Bob stands in front of the tombstone bearing his wife's name, his face solemn.
"Cynthia Willow Metzger," the engraving reads, with two years etched below it, separated by a dash in between.
His sons must never know the truth.
They knew their mother to be a pious woman who would never cede to temptation. And that is how they shall remember her for as long as he walks among the living.
After the Ritual all those years ago, he burned all the papers she'd compiled on Them, handwritten screeds on what she came to view as the pillars of true holiness. In her eyes, they were the arbiters of truth, the architects of all that was just and right in the world.
To see the one you love the most be corrupted by the thing you hate the most is a hell of its own. The only fate worse would be to fall to their influence yourself.
His shoulders droop and he lets out a deep sigh, trying to keep up a stoic facade.
google how do you use tumbler
Alright game time :)
What do you mean?
google how do you use tumbler
Google tell ur kid to stop beating up MY CARRRRR >:(
i dont know what you talking about. my sons would never do such a thing. unless it was warranted!
Its Lars, the shit head comes down 2AM sharp and begins to hit my car with a fucking rock!
You got proof of that? Because if you don't, you've got some nerve accusing my son of that.
Son taught me how to type in capital letters on this thing.
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google how do you use tumbler
Go die in a hole.
who the hell are you, kid?
That doesn't matter. What matters is I know who you are.
and how in the hell do you know me?
Everyone knows about the child-killing Hatchetmen.
the guilty must be punished.
google how do you use tumbler
Google tell ur kid to stop beating up MY CARRRRR >:(
i dont know what you talking about. my sons would never do such a thing. unless it was warranted!
google how do you use tumbler
Go die in a hole.
who the hell are you, kid?
That doesn't matter. What matters is I know who you are.
and how in the hell do you know me?
google how do you use tumbler
Go die in a hole.
who the hell are you, kid?
google how do you use tumbler
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
@bobmetzger // requested starter
All Richie knows is that he is horribly, utterly lost in the Witchwood. Trees like claws have stretched and pulled at him, and the ground seems to have threatened to swallow him whole. Now, he’s reached some kind of cabin in the woods, someplace where he hopes he can find shelter.
“Hello? Is — is anyone there?”
Bob stands up from his well-worn armchair, grumbling. "Damn kids," he says, picking up the shotgun that was leaning across the front wall of the cabin.
He opens the door and immediately puts the gun in position. Just the sight of the gun was usually enough to get would-be interlopers to scram.
He stops in his tracks at the sight of the trees and the kid trapped by them.
Richie watches the door open and the gun produced in ever-growing fear. But he’s still caught by a tree branch somehow, it clawing at his hair. Richie swats at it and stumbles away, freeing himself… only to stare right down the barrel of the gun.
“Wait! Don’t shoot me, please!!”
He cries, flinching and closing his eyes as he raises his hands.
Bob keeps the gun steady in his hands.
"The trees only go after those who've touched dark magic," he says. "So if they've got you caught up in their trap like this, then you've got something to hide, don't you?"
He aims the gun at the young man, but doesn't pull the trigger.
"Who are you, really?"
@bobmetzger // requested starter
All Richie knows is that he is horribly, utterly lost in the Witchwood. Trees like claws have stretched and pulled at him, and the ground seems to have threatened to swallow him whole. Now, he’s reached some kind of cabin in the woods, someplace where he hopes he can find shelter.
“Hello? Is — is anyone there?”
Bob stands up from his well-worn armchair, grumbling. "Damn kids," he says, picking up the shotgun that was leaning across the front wall of the cabin.
He opens the door and immediately puts the gun in position. Just the sight of the gun was usually enough to get would-be interlopers to scram.
He stops in his tracks at the sight of the trees and the kid trapped by them.
