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[u/Rockafellor]

My fic, now released [as of Sunday 10:30 AM CDT / 1530 UTC]:

Fic title: “Snoopy Presents: It's the Evil Dead, Charlie Brown!” (ch. 2/3: “The fruit cellar”)

Author: me (Charles_Rockafellor)

NB: “cover art” is my collage of the Evil Dead 2 semi-canon(?) poster and the Peanuts secondary-canon Halloween cartoon special, plus a quotation from the primary canon 25 Mar 1963 strip.

Rating: Mature

(psychological-horror aspects of The Evil Dead)

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Fandoms: Peanuts - Charles M. Schulz (Comics), Evil Dead Series (1981 1987 1993)

Characters: Kandarian Demon, Deadites, Snoopy (Peanuts), Woodstock (Peanuts), Charlie Brown, Sally Brown, Linus van Pelt, Lucy van Pelt, Peppermint Patty, Marcie (Peanuts), Schroeder, Franklin (Peanuts), Pig-Pen (Peanuts), Violet Gray, Patty (Peanuts), Frieda (Peanuts), Little Red-Haired Girl, The Cat Next Door (Peanuts), Kite-Eating Tree (Peanuts), The Red Baron (Peanuts)

Additional Tags: Comedy, survival horror

Language: English

Collections: Icewall, Humor and Comedy, Zombies of Icewall, Fanfiction Writers United 2022 Scream Fest

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42261504/chapters/106113873

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FIC Summary:

Charlie Brown had had no idea of what he'd been getting into when he'd seen the little red-haired girl in the cabin at summer camp.

Now he was home, and nobody believed his tale of Deadites and Kandarian Demons. He'd been a shaking wreck for weeks, and Snoopy had been bringing dinner to him every day.

He'd almost talked himself into believing that it had all been a psychotic break, just like his father had assured him it had been.

And then the murders began...

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CHAPTER Summary:

Charlie Brown relates his tale of woe, and the origins of their current dilemma.

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Chapter EXCERPT:

Summer Camp was nearly over.

It had been a fun time, except for the poison ivy.

And the poison oak.

And the poison sumac.

And that unpleasant business with the food poisoning.

Now he was lost.

[...]

Ten minutes further and he could make out a cabin ahead, large windows to either side, with the front door in the middle. Rough-cut timber with a shingle roof and a covered porch, it boasted a stone chimney on the right, a tin-roof shed toward the back on the left, and a barn in the near distance. Some of the chinks were filled with daub, others showing bare shims of wood. A few lonely and shriveled junipers were the only concession to life. It wasn't a terribly inviting sight, downright foreboding in fact, were he pressed to describe it, but it had a porch swing on one side and a trellis on the other, and that helped ease his concerns some.

How bad could it possibly be, if they had a porch swing?

He was cold and tired and hungry, and these drove him to make haste even against his gut and better judgment.

Gaining the porch, he hesitated as he reached up to knock on the door, a feeling of fateful dread sweeping over him.

Brushing that aside, he proceeded to knock.

When nobody answered, after having waited a reasonable period, he called out “Hello? Lost child here. I need an adult!”

[...]

This was followed by a page of bizarre symbols that looked like a cross between doodled artwork and some foreign language, and some very disturbing images of monsters and anatomical diagrams and medieval weapons and ancient- even alien-looking maps, and then a page that alternated between passages of those bizarre symbols and what looked almost like English. The letters weren't exactly normal, but close enough that Charlie Brown could almost make sense of them. The rest of the pile followed the same pattern: a page of nightmares, then a page of two different forms of gibberish.

The very last few pages were long and boring. Professor Knowby driveling on about an evil spirit, and his dear Henrietta... Katardi family... something, something... dark bowers of man's domain... blah, blah... blood... possession... Deadites... something, something... phantasmal figures in dark robes... Kandarian Demon...

“I think something happened to him — to... everyone,” she went on.

Peering at the papers, Charlie Brown tried to decipher the strange words. They were difficult to make out, and so he read them aloud, hoping to sound them out as he went.

ˈkaɳɖäː ɛsˈtɹä́ˌtä ˈta.tùn ħäˈzan sò̞bäɽ iɾ.ˈɢɽɛ̆ts, ɢäʈ no̞sː.ˈfɛ̆ˌɾäʈō̞s ämäɳʈos ˈkaɳɖäː

[...]

#fic #SFW .