#dsaf-rift-party-post

So many Dave's-

Looks like David has finally joined the party.

(This will be all writing because I’m not good at drawing a lot of things, and have to draw everything on paper, so it’s much easier to write for big things like this, however most things for this in the future will be drawn. @dsaf-rift-party-au )

The whole group is hanging around Peter and Caroline’s house, all battered and bruised from a recent fight.

Henry had been trying to catch and kill them for 12 years now, ever since he had come back and taken over the company. He had even made a special phone guy variant for this very purpose.

They had lost many people in the fight so far, only Dave, Jack, Peter, Steven, Dee and Caroline remained alive.

“Look I don’t want to be the one to say it, but none of you are going to, so fine, we can’t win this. No matter what we do, or who is on our side, it’s only a matter of time. We need to surrender.” Caroline insists.

“I am NEVER surrendering to that bastard, not after all he’s done.” Jack hisses. Or well, whatever that thing is now after the springlock accident, he didn’t really act like himself at all after that. His expression changes. “Listen, we just need to find Blackjack. He’ll weaken Henry so-“

“That won’t work, and you know it. If Blackjack stood a chance against Henry this wouldn’t be happening at all, if he stood a chance he’d be here, if he stood a chance, he’d have killed Henry long ago, if he stood a chance, Henry never would have got out. Blackjack is just as weak as the rest of us, if not more so.”

“Blackjack can open portals!” Dee tries.

“DAVE can open portals.”

“Only in the flipside… I think. But it’s in the spare room.”

“The flipside is useless.” Jack states.

“You could just talk to Fredbear.”

“Fredbear is useless.” Jack snarls, he hates talking about Fredbear, they all know it.”

“So you agree then. Nothing can be done.” 

“I will NEVER surrender.”

“And see how that’s worked out for us. Steven has gone insane. Peter is rusting. Dee is losing cotton at a catastrophic rate. Dave wouldn’t even BE HERE if you didn’t convince him to take our side. Your refusal to give up has already killed 6 people.”

“Watch it-“

The door swings open, a team of Henry’s Battle Phones charge into the room and restrain everyone. 

In comes the man himself, pulling a muzzled Blackjack on a leash, the dog snarling at every moment. Fog behind to seep in.

“Well well well… it seems I have finally located the place you freaks have been hiding out.” The old man hisses through his teeth. “I must congratulate you, you have managed to elude me all this time. But it’s all over now, I-“

The room fills with fog and everyone falls unconscious.

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Jack awakens in a forest, leaning against a tree, he can’t see his own hands due to the thick fog.

He feels around and panics, Dave isn’t here. Fuck.

He needs to find him, fast. He doesn’t care what happens to anyone else, he can unpack why that is later.

“DAVE!!!!” He yells. “DAVE WHERE ARE YOU?!” 

He waits a moment and hears Dave in the distance calling out to him. Jack jumps to his feet, calling Dave’s name, and runs to the voice.

He trips over Dee’s body as he runs, awakening the puppet.

“DEE!” 

“Whuhh… what’s… wait where are we?! What happened!?”

“I don’t fucking know, I’m just trying to find Dave.”

Dee looks as annoyed as she can with such a static mask. “So you were ONLY looking for Dave?”

“…No?”

“Sure you weren’t.” Dee tries to get up, but finds she can’t levitate.

“Well, looks like I’m stuck on the ground for now.”

“OLD FUCK WHERE ARE YOU?!” Dave yells in annoyance, likely due to being ignored.

Jack starts running towards the voice, Dee following as best she can, having a hard time balancing.

Jack almost bounds right into a lake as he runs, but stops just in time.

He can see more now, able to make out Dave’s figure on a small island, he seems to be pinned to the ground by a rock over his leg.

“Jack… it looks really deep.” Dee says, she knows she can’t stop him, but she can try. “I don’t even think it’s water, it looks more like tar.”

Jack steps into the liquid, it’s sticky and seems to be dragging him down. 

Dee sighs in frustration. She hears Steven’s voice nearby, and looks to see him in a tree, he’s shoving leaves into the cracks in his phone.

“STEVEN WHAT THE H-“

“Round and round all over again, each day brings us closer to the end. 

Here is where it started. Here we shall meet our doom.”

“Where what started I-“

Steven laughs and leaps from the tree, landing painfully on his side, more cracks form on his head.

“STEVEN!” The puppet shouts, concerned, the man is still laughing.

“It doesn’t matter… we’re all going to die.” The phone laughs madly.

Dee looks over to her brother, he’s almost submerged in the tar-like substance.

Jack manages to grip onto a rock, with some effort he pulls himself from the tar and starts trying to free Dave’s leg, the purple man trying to keep his screams down as he does this.

Eventually he manages to free Dave’s leg, but it’s definitely broken.

Thinking fast, Dee starts punching and kicking a tree with all her might, it starts to splinter but it’s not enough. Steven hands her an axe. She decides it’s best not to think about why he has it.

She starts chopping the tree and continues until it falls, creating a makeshift bridge.

Jack nods and picks up Dave, starting to tiptoe over the bridge. He eventually makes it to the other side.

“We need to find the others and get home.” Dee insists.

“What do we do about that crazy fucker?” Dave asks, gesturing to Steven, picking off leaves and sticks and stuffing them into his own body.

“…how strong is your neck?”

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The group walks through the fog, calling out the others names. Dave’s neck is wrapped around Steven like a boa constrictor.

Eventually they find Caroline in a ditch. It’s too deep for them to reach, not to mention that she’s engaged in a fight with Henry.

Caroline is losing. Badly.

Dee picks up a rock and throws it at Henry, causing the man to lose focus.

Unexpectedly, Caroline picks up a large branch and whacks Henry with it repeatedly, not giving him any time to recover.

Eventually she throws him into a pool of tar and he begins to sink as everyone watches, dumbfounded.

Dee is the first to speak. “WOOOOO! GO CAROLINE!” She shouts. “I GOT A COOL SISTER IN LAW!”

They use Dave’s neck as a rope to help her climb up.

“Where’s Peter.” She asks immediately.

“We don’t know. We don’t even know where we are.”

Caroline nods and starts walking with them.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Dee asks.

“Not important.” 

“I’d say it’s pretty important if you won’t tell us.” Jack argues.

“Fine. I learned it in prison.”

“WHAT.” Dee asks.

“When I was in my 20s I robbed a couple banks with some of my friends in college. I never ended up graduating.”

“Peter told me you also killed a guy.” Jack states.

“Well I didn’t want to include that fact, now did I?”

“YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS?!” Dee demands.

“Dee, every single member of our family has only ever dated felons. We just didn’t tell you because you were too young.”

“WHAT?!”

“I mean it goes as far back as our great grandparents, probably further that’s just all I know.”

“WHY IS THIS A THING!?”

“Because we’re hot.” Dave says, smirking.

“AUGH! I’M NEVER DATING ANYONE.”

Everyone laughs at her, well maybe not everyone as Steven just seems to be laughing in general.

Blackjack silently emerges from the dark in front of them. “Aolyl fvb hyl. P dhz aopurpun fvb ohk hss kplk. Dl ohcl illu dhpapun xbpal hdopsl.” The dog says. They can’t understand a word he says, but he turns in a way it’s clear he wants them to follow.

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Eventually the group comes to a clearing, a small area not entirely covered in fog with lit torches.

In the middle of the clearing sits a well, atop the well is a small, blonde teenaged girl with a single visible eye, it’s pupil slitted, she sits barefoot, revealing clawed, hand like feet, as she talks to Peter.

“Sorry ‘bout the rust by the way, just thought it would be cool.” The girl says.

“I uhh… it’s fine.” Peter says, seeming very uncomfortable. He notices them. “Hey, there you are! Blackjack was taking a long time to get back.”

“What’s going on, who is this? She’s kinda… creepy.” Jack says, shuddering as he locks eyes with the creepy woman.

“Her name is Ouija… she’s kinda… some kind of god who messed with our timeline for fun and brought Henry back.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah sorry about that by the way, I just wanted to know what would happen.” The girl says. “Anyway, since you’re all here now, I gotta say, you’re really not supposed to be. See this is my home dimension, a place I like to call Crawlspace. It’s kinda like a hub in which I can access hundreds of timelines. I’m the only thing ever supposed to be here. But something put something here that wasn’t supposed to be and when I touched it shit started going crazy with my powers, now there are portals everywhere and I can’t stop opening them, probably why I accidentally brought you guys here too. I’m sure this thing is trying to trap me. Really don’t like that.” The girl complains.

Giant hands emerge from the ground and grab everyone. “So anyway I thought I’d test what happens by putting you guys in one! Sorry about this again by the way, it’s for science!” 

Everyone is shoved into a massive rift.

“Ah, peace and quiet fi- ah shit.” Ouija notices another portal has opened up under her.

(Note: DW everyone, Evil Capitalist Henry is not dead. Also they would have gotten their invite had Ouija not accidentally fucked everything up first.)

Dave’s leg is broken

Henry is not present

Steven is insane

Peter is rusting

Ouija is some kind of weird inter dimensional sociopath.

Last whiteboard post from that session with @thygoddessouijathicc , @dayshift-loop , and @making-it-right-dsaf

Here is full image of the whiteboard:

Comic sketch made by @dayshift-loop and @making-it-right-dsaf

Based off of this audio

Bonus comic:

Those who took part were @thygoddessouijathicc , @dayshift-loop , and @making-it-right-dsaf