Introduction

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You wake up in a bed.

A rather comfy bed, but as you open your eyes, you realize that this room is not one you’ve ever been in before. And even the most villainous of you should notice that something is immediately very off by how morbid your room looks. While generally clean, it looked dark and like it was a part of a very old house.

And that “Rest in Peace” throw pillow really isn’t doing the room any favors.

Meanwhile, on the dresser on top of your new notebook, there is also a message:]

When the clock strikes 13 o’clock. You must all meet in the stretching room for a special announcement.

[Well, it would be rude to refuse an invitation, right?

As soon as you leave your room, you notice a stark difference between the bedroom and the rest of the building. It looked like it hadn’t been kept up in ages, and it shows with how everything is caked in dust or covered in cobwebs. But judging by the other bedroom doors, possibly with other people peering out at the same time you, at least you’re not alone in this strange situation.

As you explore the rest of the first floor of the mansion, you’ll come to realize that, besides the bedrooms, the whole place is rather decrepit and dimly lit. While all rooms may provide a great interest in you, the the bios of all your foolish mortals might be useful to you, especially if you enjoy finding out how much your new captor has learned about you.]

Comments

[wannagetsmote]

A what.

[Jiminy, are you really surprised that Maui hasn't heard of this concept?]

[whistlenotchirp]

[A LITTLE TO BE HONEST.

He fluffs up his jacket in complete and utter "you got some learning to do" mode.]

Your conscience! That little voice inside you that tells ya right from wrong. And I was given the title by the Blue Fairy herself, so you know it ain't no snake oil.

[wannagetsmote]

Blue fairy? [Just gonna... ignore all the rest of that.] And you think I'm a few coconuts short of a tree.

[whistlenotchirp]

Its a common thing! Everybody's got one! Even the likes of you, I reckon.

[wannagetsmote]

I do, actually. [He looked down at Mini Maui, who blinked up at him. Without a word, he reached down and flicked him to the back of his shoulder.]

Aaaand now I don't.

[whistlenotchirp]

[Wha

how

where

why

He just stares at that for a few seconds. He's seen tattoos before, particularly whenever he's hopped near the docks or local bars (not that he would) but this is. Incredibly new for him.

He looks to where Mini Maui went and quickly scuttles after it. It doesn't seem like the fella was knocked off but maybe if he follows the tattoo?]

[wannagetsmote]

[Maui the larger crosses his arms over his chest, clearly used to these sorts of reactions. Mini Maui, however, perches on his shoulder and shakes his fist at the man. It isn't until he realizes that he's being watched that he turned to face Jiminy. He shrugged, pointed his thumb toward Maui's skin, then made the universal gesture for crazy.]

Done ogling back there?

[whistlenotchirp]

[You know, on one hand, his pride is vaguely hurt at the idea there's other conscience-like people out there. He thought he was special.

On the other hand, he doesn't really like Maui's 'tude, and this feels like a time to be a huge shit.]

Hm? Oh sorry, didn't notice you there, a little busy with a man of character

[He stage whispers to Mini Maui, just to really lay it thick.] Non-consciences, am I right?

[wannagetsmote]

You know he's me, right? You're just complimenting me?

[Ignoring his big counterpart, Mini Maui nodded emphatically toward Jiminy. Finishing that, he pantomimed a heaving sigh. Being a so-called conscience is exhausting.]

[whistlenotchirp]

A far better version, I'd say.

[That's probably not supposed to come off as flirting, but he still takes the time to nod sympathetically. So many problems that build up.]

[wannagetsmote]

[With a charmed smile, Mini Maui pretended to swoon.]

Alright, alright, that's enough. [Maui the greater turned around, and scowled at Jiminy.] If you're going to sit here and insult me with my best friend, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

[whistlenotchirp]

[Later babe.]

You're insulted? You're the one throwing out small fries and-and tinys!

[wannagetsmote]

Everyone always tried to get me to tell the truth. Maybe I'm just turning over a new leaf.

[The most casual of shrugs.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[The nerve]

Well, they say the road to hell is paved with leaves of being a no-good jackass.

[He feels like he shouldn't say That Word after Certain Events but, shock of shocks, he's riled up.]

[wannagetsmote]

[Excuse you, he's from the land of good and pure Disney, where the only naughty jokes are pee ones.]

Uh... What did you just call me?

[whistlenotchirp]

A downright thug, that's what you are!

[wannagetsmote]

I think what you're trying to say is hero.

[whistlenotchirp]

Seems like a zero to me.