Harbinger HELL RP: Wrong Way

<HellDM>: Mark finds he has dozed up, as he wakes up, inside of a car, in the middle of a forest, driving down a long road, in the pitch black of night. Outside his window, he sees leering red eyes, piercing to his very core. In the drivers seat, is a shadowed man, a slight smell, that of rotten flesh, emanates from him.
Wrong_Way looks around the car slowly, trying to figure out if this is his car or another car he remembers being in.
<HellDM>: The car is familiar to him, as he recognizes it as the car his grandpa use to drive before the incident.
Wrong_Way freezes in shock from this sudden realization and manages out a shakey "G-gramps?"
<HellDM>: He would be speaking, if his voice didn't get stuck in his throat, as no sound comes out. The man next to him turns his head, still unseeable in the dark.
<GrandpaRossi>: Why, hey there, Mark. Woke up finally, eh?
Wrong_Way grabs his own throat as if that will help, but when he sees his Grandpa, he forces a nervous smile and nods.
<GrandpaRossi>: So, since you are finally awake, I can ask you some questions, buddy
<GrandpaRossi>: As he says this, he raises his hand, clicking on the light. Finally, he sees the face of his grandpa, though not of the familiar one he was use to. Here, he is face to face with the magled head of a deer, skin ground off, and horns snapped in half. He looks at Wrong_Way with a singular eye, the other hanging out, dangling. Flies seem to be buzzing around his head
<GrandpaRossi>: Why did you let me die, Mark?
<GrandpaRossi>: Flies seem to float out of his mouth, starting to crowd around Wrong_Way, one by one. only a few at the moment
Wrong_Way clings to end of his seat, breathing heavily. Even if he could answer he wouldn't be able to. He looks to the doors of the car to see if he can escape.
<GrandpaRossi>: The locks click shut, the tops broken off. There is no escape from the car
<GrandpaRossi>: You let your old grandpa die, and, even now, you couldn't save me, could you?
<GrandpaRossi>: You couldn't save anyone. You simply goof off, and squander away your days. What do you think will happen to your friends, hmm?
GrandpaRossi says, as he begins to speed up. a thump is heard, as Wrong_Way can see the runover corpse of Dopples in the background, and, what lies ahead, is the rest of his school mates, standing in the road, hunched on all fours, staring at the car, stuck, like deers in headlights
Wrong_Way closes his eyes tight so he doesn't have to see this. It can't be real, his friends aren't deer, his grandpa isn't a deer, nobody can be as evil as deer.
GrandpaRossi leans over, and opens his eyes with his fingers, old, wrinkly, and decrepit
<GrandpaRossi>: Oh no, no, no. You can't simply avoid these issues anymore. You need to face your issues, like a man, Mark.
<GrandpaRossi>: You could simply just wish away every problem, but, you let others get injured
Wrong_Way clenches his fists. This isn't his grandpa. This is a deer.
Wrong_Way punches his deer headed grandpa in the face, starting to cry.
<GrandpaRossi>: The car starts to swarm, as he crashes into a tree. Wrong_Way lurches forward in his seat, as his grandpa hurtles forward, lying limp over the steering wheel. It lies still, for a moment, before twiisting his head at an irregular angle, and stares at Wrong_Way
<GrandpaRossi>: See? Even now, you killed me again, Mark. I thought you loved me. No wonder your family thinks you are a disappointment
<GrandpaRossi>: As he says this, Mark can start to feel his voice come back a little
*** Dopples is now known as Hubris
Wrong_Way is breathing heavy and slowly says "The doors /aren't/ unlocked."
<GrandpaRossi>: The doorlocks click, as his grandpa's head slumps over, and his eyes flicker, life fleeing from them
Wrong_Way looks at his dead deer grandpa and opens the door to leave the car.
<GrandpaRossi>: As he leaves the car, the eyes in the forest start to come out of the forest, a herd of deer staring at Wrong_Way
Wrong_Way realizes this doesn't look too good
Wrong_Way looks at the road and starts running.
<GrandpaRossi>: They slowly start to walk towards him, the heads shifting to the face of Lamia
Wrong_Way stops running when he realizes it's just that Lamia guy.
<Wrong_Way>: "Oh very funny, making my grandpa into a deer."
<GrandpaRossi>: We didn't make him into it. You did. We just brought your fears to life. You need to face them, if you hope to escape.
<GrandpaRossi>: The deers walk closer, staring at Wrong_Way
<Wrong_Way>: "You know what? Fine. I'll fight all these damn deer if it means I get to kick your face for using me like this."
<Wrong_Way>: "Because I really, *really* hate deer right now."
<GrandpaRossi>: One of the deer charges at Wrong_Way, and aims for a headbutt to the stomach
Wrong_Way is shaking but remains still. "I /don't/ have a sword."
<GrandpaRossi>: A sword materializes in Wrong_Way's hand, a long, steel longsword, heavy in his hands
Wrong_Way gets ready and when the deer is close enough, he swings at the deer's neck.
<HellDM>: As Mark's blade swings downwards, the head is lopped off, and the blood spills on the ground. The deer head rolls towards Mark, and stares at him, the body shambles around, before it begin to sprout, slowly, a new head, and a new body, from the stump of the head
<HellDM>: "You can't escape us, Mark! You have to submit to your fears!" The deers gurgle out, in a demonic tone
Wrong_Way read on an anti-deer website that deer could do this.
<Wrong_Way>: "I knew I should have salted this sword in anti-deer salt..."
<HellDM>: They inch closer towards Wrong_Way, leering at him
Wrong_Way decides to risk more sword swinging
<HellDM>: Every slice he takes, a deer is decapitated, but quickly sprouts two more in it's place. Mark needs to think quickly. "Accept your fate! Realize your fear! Submit!" The deers say, in unison
Wrong_Way isn't sure what to do. He's avoided deer his whole life and now it seems impossible to escape them.
Wrong_Way closes his eyes and hopes he can summon up his driver-ed mobile. "I...I-I'm /not/ in my car."
<HellDM>: Wrong_Way finds himself in the comfy seat of a car.
Wrong_Way looks around outside the car.
<HellDM>: He sees the crashed scenery of his grandpa's car, the deer head staring at him once more. It smiles, and begins to speak once more. "Why, Mark? Why can you submit to your fear, and let me go? It won't end until you let it."
Wrong_Way starts muttering "Deer killed grandpa" under his breath as he frantically looks for the keys to start the engine.
<HellDM>: The keys are still in the ignition, waiting for him to go
Wrong_Way quickly starts the engine and gets ready to speed out of there.
<HellDM>: before he can, his grandpa's hand quickly snaps to his wrist, and restrains him. "Mark, why aren't you listening, son? You need to stop running, and accept what happened. You can't project this fear, anymore. You have to submit to it.. For your grandpa, and for yourself." Deer grandpa seems to lower the demonic tone, sounding a little more like his old grandp
Wrong_Way feels his grandpa in there despite the deer head. "B-but I-I don't want to get killed by deer, G-gramps."
<HellDM>: "It's not the deer you are running from, Mark, is it?" He says, sounding sincere, as the gruesome features begin to repair themselves. "I loved you, kiddo, but, you have to accept, deers didn't lead to my death. It just....happened."
Wrong_Way is fighting back tears now. "Y-you w-weren't that old...W-why couldn't you have died w-when I was o-older?"
<HellDM>: "you can't choose how you die, mark. You can choose how you live though. do you want to live in fear, anymore?"
<Wrong_Way>: "...C-can I really?"
<HellDM>: "You can change the world, Mark. You just have to believe, and, give your old Grandpa a hug." He says, motioning towards himself, as the deers begin to tap on the windows, with their horrid hooves. His granpda's head, is fully restored, to that of the deer that was present at the hit and run, and smiles as much as it can, at Wrong_Way
Wrong_Way feels extremely uncomfortable being watched by tapping deer. He reminds himself that if he can hug this deer, it's highly likely he'll never have to hug another deer in his life.
Wrong_Way puts in all of his effort into hugging deer grandpa.
<HellDM>: His grandpa hugs him back, as Wrong_Way can feel some tears trickle down his back. Behind Wrong_Way, a quiet hum, and a quickly rising light comes over his shoulders.
Wrong_Way looks over his shoulder, confused
<HellDM>: Behind him, he sees a bright, glowing white, in the car window. the tapping seems to have resides, and his grandpa lets him out of the hug, now with his good, old face, smiling, and teary eyed, as he looks proudly at Wrong_Way
<HellDM>: "You did it, Mark. Now, go, help save the world"
Wrong_Way pulls out a smile. "I will, Gramps."
HellDM unlocks the door, as the little plastic knobby thing pops up, signalling Wrong_Way to open the door
Wrong_Way opens the door
<HellDM>: As he does, a light floods his sense, as the world begins to evaporate around him. He finds himself soon stirred to his senses, as he wakes up, one more, in the cave. Wrong_Way has conquered his hell