Oh wait it died

I dont know what it was. All i saw was a gray blur and a splatter of red as it charged me and I cut through its ribs. I must have missed my mark... Because its still dashing in and out ot the darkness, clashing an unseeable steel weapon with my scythe as I barely catch its blows, and occasionally nick its side or arm. It was relentless. I cant keep up this guard for long...

Larry Moon, Skunk Detective, sent me another one of his updates about curing the staticky problem of that @Alastor Dimitri. Larry Moon has been very hard to get a hold of lately, and I do not know if he needs more eggs or American cheeses or even bread! If he is in his office then he won't come to the door, and sometimes I can not even find his office even with the turning around three times trick.

I hope Larry Moon did not get into any trouble on this case. But I will bet you that Larry Moon has been in some tough scrapes before.

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To: Fawn
Psychic High School
Juniper Hall Room B-27

From: Larry Moon
Skunk Detective

Client Report
Case #972972
The Staticky Problem of Alastor Dimitri

The Moles had found something big. They knew it was big but were keeping it as quiet as a week-old dead possum in the road. And that was just fine by me.

My mole in the Moles kept me informed, and they were right about what they thought they had. An antenna. Huge, and more worrisome, ancient. Buried right beneath Juniper Hall on the Psyhigh grounds. The school'd been built right on top of it - along with everything else that happened for the past 300,000 years. That's what the Moles dated it at.

And now it seems to be waking up. That boy - the generator kid. Was he the target for it all along? A 300,000 year set up for the longest con in history? Or was he just some poor sap with a weakness for high frequency output?

And what was the power behind it? What kind of juice does a 300,000 year-old antenna use? And where does it come from?

I'd been deep down in Undertown, the Warrens, rubbing noses with my earthy cousins. It was time to get a different perspective, so this time I headed up. Into the high hills.

There's hill folk there, some of them even relatives of mine. The kinds of Skunks and Raccoons you've seen pictures of with holes in their coats and a big moonshine stills in the back of the frame. Ramshackle shacks, corncob pipes. Gun racks. Idyllic, really. Back before highways and the silicon chip factories. Gone Fishin'.

There's also traps out there that will break your leg, or whip a thin cord around your neck that tightens as you fight it. Till you're blue in the face. Or worse.

The night was dark, as deep and silky as my black fur. I took the paths I knew to be safe and made my way to the top of the highest hill. Beggar's Leap. From there you can see the lights of the whole city, and beyond. You can see the bend in the river, the grounds of the school, the woods. You can see the land beyond, and over the curve of the earth, the glow of the land beyond that.

I looked down and picked out Juniper Hall, and pictured what lay beneath. From there I noticed the gates of the school, which lined up directly with the Clock Tower in town. From the Clock Tower, it was clear that the City Library and the transit center formed a perfect cross, and at the top, in the distance, the great, dark towers of the Novelty Gift Factory. Together, all the points seemed to lay out in a perfect pattern, like Christmas lights on a kite. I could see it all, like a blueprint, right in front of me.

"Click click."

I heard that click, and hoped it wasn't what I thought it was.

Slowly, I turned. Turning my back on the city, on Beggar's Leap.

Yup. Hooves clacking on stone. I was staring directly into the 12-point rack of Jack Page, President of the Deer.

And he had brought along his entire cabinet.

I search the school for signs of life, finding none. I make my way back to the lobby. That eriee feeling steadily increased as I made my way through the school. Once my nerve hit its peak I let out a primal scream and in electrical shockwave swept everything in a 200 foot radius. As I went to my knee I saw eyes... It was here. Im not a religious man...but I prayed @kubert could help me somehow..... I raised my scythe, accepting the challenge.

I get to the school, the strange entity still stalking me, but i cannot tell from where. I do however realize that @kubert is in trouble. I dont know how long it will be... But something tells me I need to best this...thing...to leave... I hope @kubert can help me somehow. Or atleast try and tell me whats going on. I am going to enter the school. Peril is close by.

The pay-per-view scheme isn't quite going as well as I'd hoped. @Alastor Dimitri's transmissions have been irregular, so my paying customers have gathered up their pitchforks and torches and decided to mob the hall outside my door. Their chants and pounding have been going on for days.

Meanwhile, Alastor remains peacefully in a fugue state, his consciousness transported elsewhere via the Mythopedic Pocket Universe Projector 9000.

With the restless peasants outside my door, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up. If they're able to finally break it down (it's barricaded from the inside), they'll likely trash my workshop, including the Mythopedic Pocket Universe Projector 9000, which means Alastor will be back in our world, out-of-control electrical storms and all.

On the other hand, I've been having take out delivered by drone to my window, but soon my meager funds from the initial pay-per-view charges will run out, and then where will I be? I suppose I could start drinking the Ensure, but that will just end up shortening both our timelines.

Either way, I'm not going to be able to keep Alastor under for much longer...

As I strode through my forest, weapon at arms, my fine glimmering scythe charged with my electricity. I got an eriee familiar feeling... I knew it well...something was following me. What frightened me more is that I had no clue what. It wasnt possible this was my domain, i was its master! I should be completely in control... Yet this entity stalked me...i was frightened because i knew it wasnt possible... It couldnt be here... I didnt create it. I was insight of the school. I would be there soon enough.

It was another very foggy day and I had not heard from Larry Moon, Skunk Detective, for many days and I was concerned about Larry Moon, not just because I have an agreement with Larry Moon about his regular updates but because I like Larry Moon very much and I wanted to make sure everything was OK, even though he is a rough customer and probably does not need any looking out for.

And so I gathered some farm fresh eggs at the market and more American cheeses and put them in my basket and walked through the foggy woods and turned around three times and followed the tiny side path by the creek and up and over the rocky hill and found the offices of Larry Moon, Skunk Detective, and knocked hard three times on the door.

Larry Moon opened his door. He looked very much like a rough customer, as his fur was very frazzy and his eyes were very puffy and he was not in the mood for making fried egg sandwiches with cheese for both of us. He was drinking a tomato juice drink and smelled like rabbit tobacco. He told me not to worry, that he was making progress on the staticky problem of that @Alastor Dimitri but it was a very delicate time and I should go home and thank you very much for the eggs.

I have faith in Larry Moon, Skunk Detective, but I hope I have not put him in any danger. That staticky @Alastor Dimitri is not so much a problem now because he is in a contraption. The contraption takes away his statickiness but puts his mind into another world where people can see his world on the pay-per-view website. But the pay-per-view-people have become restless because they are paying but there has not been much viewing. They are asking the pay-per-view-webmaster @kubert for their money back!

I do not think that @kubert has Alastor Dimitri's best interests in mind, but at least the staticky problem of the dorms is gone and there are no more lightning bolts in the halls and in the communal kitchenette.

I do hope everything will turn out OK because I only want peace.

For lack of a better term, i basically plugged myself in. I sat meditating in a silent expanse of white as the whirr of machines vanished. As i counted I raised a forest behind me, a mountain in front, built into a small home. In the forest a large gothic school stood and i went into my mountainous home and began packing. In my world, I was like i was before and i began my trek through these woods to my new school.

You bet, @Alastor Dimitri! Not sure if I can get quite the right effect with the controls currently on the machine - there's just actually two big dials I sort spin back and forth while I beatbox.

But!! The Mythopedic Pocket Universe Projector 9000 is designed to respond directly to *your* mental inputs. So, consider that you have a blank canvas, and just go for it! Close your eyes, start counting down from 100, and I'm sure you'll do great. Just remember to report back via the viewscreen!

And while you're there, I'll see what I can do about a long term fix for your overload problem.