The Game at Carousel: A Horror Movie LitRPG Book Five, Chapters 13: The Patchers

Book Five, Chapters 13: The Patchers

Morning ca, a relief to all of us. We didn’t get ti to sleep. We had a plan to enact.

"Alright, folks," Antoine said as we stood in the town hall, "I'm just gonna cut straight to the point. We got a killer on the loose, and he's coming after Patchers."

Whispers went through the crowd. We had invited about thirty of the Patchers along with as many non-Patchers as we could find. Being alone in a room with a bunch of Patchers didn't seem wise.

"If he's coming after us, then it's our business, not yours," rle Patcher said. It was clear that he was seen as a sort of leader among the family.

We tried to invite all the Patchers that we had t, including Corduroy Patcher, who owned the general store. We needed to keep him involved because we planned on robbing him blind, and that would be easier to do if… sothing were to happen to him.

"Why can't you tell us more than this?" one of the Patchers scread. "I'm a mother with children at ho, and if I'm going to pull them out of school, I need to know why you think he is after us."

They really wanted to know how we knew they were the target, even more than they wanted to know why they were the target.

Others called out in agreent.

"Listen," Antoine said, "I understand your frustration, I really do, but this guy has taken out three of your kin, and one more looks like he's on the way out at the clinic. We need to coordinate efforts to help keep you all safe."

"We don't need your help to coordinate efforts," rle said again. The ten years since we had last seen him had not diminished the man; he was a thunderstorm in human form. In fact, he was so notable in the presence of the other Patchers that I started to believe we had ssed up by not getting to know him better in the Party Phase.

He seed to be a key player.

"We cannot just sit around while more innocent people are slaughtered," Antoine said.

"Nobody ever said nothing about just sitting around," another Patcher said.

"I don't understand," one of the citizens who we knew for sure was not related to the Patchers said. "How do we know that this person is only attacking people of the Patcher bloodline? Why would they do that?"

The Patchers got real quiet.

"We're not making any inferences about that at this juncture," Antoine said. "If any of the Patchers have any idea why your family might be targeted, you can contact my office anonymously and feel free to let us in on that."

"None of us are going to tell you anything in secret," rle said, taking offense at the very notion. "We are a family. Family is where we find our purpose. We don't need your help."

The other Patchers agreed vehently. The man that I assud was rle's son, Joshua, said, "We have our own ways of solving problems around here."

Perhaps that was a bit too far; rle looked at him with a scolding expression.

"The fact is," rle said, "we just are not impressed with the current leadership of the Sheriff's Departnt. I have no reason to believe that you would be able to protect us, so we are going to protect ourselves."

The eting went on like that for another hour, with different Patchers throwing out one-liners for Carousel to pick through. We had been up all night, ensuring that no one ca and stole Tamara Cano's body. We needed to make sure that it got back to a dical examiner who wasn't a Patcher, married to a Patcher, or the secret love child of a Patcher.

We weren't sure if this was the right course of action, but we did know that the Patchers were all involved.

The best thing we could do was get them On-Screen and talking about it. We even managed to hide our caraman in the room, his cara concealed under a pile of old sheets and rugs.

We were getting nearer and nearer to Second Blood, and we weren't sure which direction the plot would take. There were so many potential Patchers to be killed; how were we supposed to know which ones were next?

Just as the conversation started to wind down, the final Patcher showed up and made a loud entrance as he ran into the room, nursing a wound on his hand and hollering to the heavens.

He was a Patcher by marriage; his na was Jeffrey Fields, the representative of Eastern Carousel. The years had not been so kind to him.

"He got Della," was all Jeffrey could say. "He got Della. I tried to stop him, but he shot here in the hand."

Rustle shot him?

Antoine quickly rushed to the man and looked at his wound. He looked over at us and then back at the wound.

"He shot you, huh?" Antoine asked, holding up the wound. It was a bleeder, alright, a small bullet hole on the skin between the thumb and pointer finger. It was apparent upon close inspection that the gunpowder residue, which was always visible in movies, was on the inside of his palm.

"What are you trying to say?" Jeffrey said.

"Our suspect doesn't use firearms," Antoine said. "He uses a blade."

Jeffrey went white.

"You let that man take my sister!" rle scread from across the room. He rushed toward Jeffrey and took his own look at the man's wound.

"I should have never let you marry her. I knew you couldn't protect her. Tell that wound doesn't look like it ca from that little girl gun that you got," rle said.

"rle, I swear," Jeffrey said. "I did everything I could. I just didn't want you to think…"

"How many tis do I gotta tell you, boy? You can't hide anything from family," rle said in a hushed and frankly terrifying voice.

"We gotta find her," rle said. "Everybody, go pray. We need to finish this."

Off-screen.

Go pray?

The Patchers poured out of the town hall and found their way to the gas station and the general store. I stood and watched outside, having no clue what was going on.

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"She's at Hidden Gorge!" one of them scread. "She's on her way to Hidden Gorge."

None of this happened On-Screen, but it did happen in front of us, which ant we were supposed to see it.

NPCs would often guide us toward the next scene, and it was clear the next scene was back at Hidden Gorge, where we had found Tamara’s body. It wasn't unusual to get directions like that, but the manner in which we had gotten them was confusing.

We all piled into Antoine's police cruiser.

On-Screen.

We had played this ga for a while now, and I knew exactly what we needed.

"You interrupted him when he was searching at Hidden Gorge," I said. "Maybe that's where he went. He might think her body is still there."

Antoine nodded.

"That's the best clue we have," Antoine said as he put the car in gear.

Off-screen.

The needle on the plot cycle was on the precipice of Second Blood. Whatever was about to happen, it was about to happen soon.

For the second ti, we arrived at Hidden Gorge before anyone who left before us did, despite all logic.

On-Screen.

Others were there already. Benny, his captive Della, and his mother Rose were a little way down the trail in a field next to the gorge.

Rustle must have already found that Tamara’s body was gone. He had brought Della here to see it, I had to infer.

"Rustle," Rose cried out, "what have you done? It's not too late, baby; just don't do this."

Rustle stood at the edge of the gorge. This wasn't anywhere near the swimming area; if they fell from there, they would not survive.

"Rustle, baby, I know you're angry, but revenge is not the answer. This is not what your father would have wanted."

Benny held his sickle against Della's neck. It was clear he was deeply troubled by his own actions.

"Why does he have her?" Kimberly asked.

"Don't you rember?" I asked. "She got a new car around the ti that Tamara Cano went missing. People were gossiping about it. You have to ask: what happened to her old car?"

Kimberly's eyes widened. "Tugg Montgory," she said.

"Yep," I replied.

"Put your hands up," Antoine said, finally figuring out what he thought his character would do at that mont. "Let the woman go. There are better ways to resolve this. She can go to prison. We know what happened now."

This was not an effective argunt to Rustle.

"Tugg Montgory was supposed to tear down her old car, I imagine, after she hit Tamara on the road while walking ho from the Harless place. But he got greedy; that was his reputation, being greedy. He decided to sell the car for cheap to Margaret Petty. Then, when it was handling funny, probably because of the accident, she brought it to Benny Harless, the best chanic in town."

Della had accidentally killed Tamara, and to get away with it, she had called upon her family to help cover up the cri, which they had done, even when that ant killing Benny Harless.

There was a chance she was drunk when it happened. She had been flushed and had trouble standing the last ti I saw her. I couldn’t say.

"Did they just tell their entire family about it?" Dina asked. "How did it seem like everyone was in on it? Everyone was acting so suspicious, the entire Patcher family."

I shrugged. "Maybe they just are that close of a family," I said, not really sure why they would tell everyone in their family about a murder.

"There she is!" soone scread in the distance.

Suddenly, footsteps were coming from everywhere. I turned around and looked, and I saw no fewer than fifty Patchers, all toting guns and pointing them at Rustle.

"Hold on, everybody!" Antoine scread. "That's not how we're going to handle this. Rustle here is going to let her go, and then I'm going to arrest him; you got that?"

Throughout everything, Rose continued to sob. Now she called out, "Rustle, sweetheart, you were not ant to do these things. Please, please, for the love of your own mother, let her go. Revenge isn't worth it. Revenge will consu you, and if it consus you, what will you beco?"

Was that a line from the trailer?

Rustle seed to consider this.

"Let her go now!" rle scread. "If anything happens to her, we are gonna fill you so full of bullet holes that your Mama here will have nothing left to bury."

Rose cried out.

It was a classic scenario.

Talking down the killer, telling them how revenge was not the answer, and then, of course, the killer is always persuaded to set aside the vendetta that they've been working on for years and let everything go because revenge is evil and in a movie, you can't have a sympathetic character be evil.

Of course, that's the way it usually went.

In a slash, Rustle cut Della's head almost completely off, stopping only at her spine as he swiped. She fell to the ground, gurgling and bleeding.

"Della!" rle scread. "You dumb son—”

I couldn't hear what else he said because the entire area ca alive with gunfire. The bullets penetrated Rustle's torso, tearing through and leaving spatters of blood. So of the guns were very powerful and left entire holes in his torso.

They shot him at least twenty tis.

Rose scread out, "No!"

It was abundantly clear that the hail of bullets was designed to be lethal by the script. They hit every square inch of his body, including his head and chest. Still, he stood for a mont long enough to stumble backward and fall into the abyss behind him.

Just as he did, Second Blood struck on the plot cycle.

Well, that would certainly explain why no one had to die in this movie. First Blood was Benny Harless; Second Blood was his son, Rustle.

Several of the Patchers ran to Della's aid, but she was a lost cause. Other than a few miserable gasps, she was finished. Benny had killed everyone apparently involved in his father's murder and the death of his childhood friend.

"Rustle," Rose cried out. Kimberly imdiately grabbed onto her, as did Dina, and they helped stop her from falling further to the ground.

"I always prayed for a child," Rose said. "I prayed at the church in town. I prayed to the gods of foreign religions. I prayed and I prayed, and I never got my answer." She looked up to the sky and around at the trees and the wind that blew their leaves rapidly. "Then I prayed to the trees and the fields and the forest and to the gods that have no nas. And they gave him," she said, looking up at Kimberly. "I heard him crying in the field. He was born from a gourd, his umbilical cord attached to the plant itself. But he was my boy. He was mine to look after. A child of the fields, the spirit of the harvest in human form. Such a special boy. Until they did this to him," she said. "When they killed his father, I saw darkness form inside him, an anger that was unnatural, and… now he is free."

I was so distracted by her confession of Rustle's supernatural origin that I hardly noticed the Patchers were all standing perfectly upright and still, their weapons at the ready.

We were in the finale, and it was ti to et the real enemy.

The Patchers

Plot Armor: 15-28

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Tropes

Twist Villain

This villain may have initially appeared to play a more minor part in the story, even appearing as an NPC, but when the film’s apparent villain falls, this villain’s true nature is revealed.

Hidden In

Plain Sight

This villain cannot be attacked On-Screen until it attacks the player or is otherwise identified as hostile. Attacking it will not be effective, nor will it change the story. It will cause the player to go Off-Screen for a ti.

Pattern Killer

Before the finale, the villain will only kill victims chosen according to a pre-established motive.

No Neighborhood Watch

The villain will not be seen by NPC witnesses when off-screen

Hive Mind

This villain's mind is linked to that of similar villains.

The Unseen Hand

This enemy is guided by a greater force. This guidance may be a part of the lore or the ta.

Strength In Numbers

The enemy is at its strongest in groups. Singling its mbers out will weaken them substantially.

Fungible Enemy

This enemy is composed of countless largely interchangeable units whose numbers will not diminish until the scene is concluded. There always seems to be more to co.

Skeletons in the Closet

Once the players discover this enemy’s dark secret, the Win Condition is Get the Truth Out.

Hive mind? I started to question in my mind.

Then the question was answered.

"In family, we find purpose," rle said.

Then, they all said it with him. "In family, we find purpose!"

It just occurred to that we had inadvertently done the thing we were so careful not to do earlier, the thing about being alone with a bunch of Patchers.

"Oh damn," I said as they all spoke and moved in unison. "Run!"