/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Very cute

Great, another shitty thread that will be ghostbumped for weeks.

>>35480805
lmao saved

wrong board retard
your detective is defective

>>35480771
Big Detective.

>>35480771
can she inspect my dick

>>35480908

V

>>35480805
holy shit is this real? Holotards btfo.

>>35498442
Literally picked the shittiest images of them, it’s pretty funny tho ngl

>>35498442
here's the real images

>>35502989
lmao is that supposed to be an improvement

holy shit lmao these are what the vteens are dumping their life savings into. hey reminder that our touhou girls are as cute as they were the day they were introduced. These hags are already aging poorly

>>35502989
Did something change? Are they somehow not 3DPD anymore?

>>35502989
the absolute state of holosimps

I

>>35502989
No matter how much makeup they put on, they will always be ugly and unwanted here.

>>35507005
I think they are cute.

>>35503176
a literal man is behind every touhou.

>>35503176
nah just a few thousand

>>35509434
From what I understand, the demographic tends to largely be teens to late twenties. How do they have so much money that they can afford to regularly drop hundreds to thousands of dollars?

>>35502989
>one is still the same pic
Kek

>>35509614
poorfag

>>35509619
the others were childhood photos but it would have been redundant with her

>>35509619
>Kek
Get out crossie.

>>35480771
Investigate muh dick.

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up

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Muh wife

>>35496489
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>>35526684
You can't hide, bitch

>>35480908
I don't think you know what "ghostbump" means, newfag. You came here from /v/'s touhou threads, didn't you?

>>35537738
Who is he?

>>35542991
Janitor

>>35537584
But she's married to me.

>>35537738
Why delete this post too? Pointing out how there's someone desperately keeping threads alive is useful.

>>35538929
Then define "ghostbump" and say what you call whatever it is that happens in this thread.

>>35512361

>>35547173
Not that anon, but as far as I'm aware, a ghostbump is a bump on the ghost board (you should know what that means) to make a thread visible in there. What >>35480908 probably referred to is what I know as a necrobump, meaning a contentless bump on a dead thread sitting on page 10.

What happened to posy

>>35550445
As a ghostbumping I was referring to the practice of bumping the thread and then deleting your reply. For example those posts:
>>35526684
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>>35496489
If you have better term for it, then please tell me. I don't think that necrobump fits, because people usually don't delete them. Also nobody uses ghost anymore, It's full of botspam and all of the retards from the blog threads moved to hima.

We had more posts.

>>35482052
oooooooohhhhhhhh, got em

>>35552353
Wrongthink isn't allowed. You WILL love vtubers on /jp/.

>>35537584
MY wife
MINE
>>35512361
>>35484700
MY dick
MINE

>>35555425
Western vtubers are not otaku culture and therefore don't belong to /jp/

>>35554379
epic reaction image bro

>>35556283
Wrong. They do belong.

>>35563607
Prove it.

>>35555425
WTF I love Tubers.

>>35549667
Now do it with me please

>>35567868
Me too

>>35480771
>tasked with a case
Of sending this garbage thread to /trash/.

>>35569006
And me

>>35512361
Let me see...
Huuh... over 6.1 inch in length and roughly 2.2 inches in diameter... healthy skin color, not curcumsized... oh, look at this, there is some scar tissue on the sides, seems like once you start, there are no brakes... hmm... it pulses as i touch it... splendid, i can even hear your heavy breath... maybe if use my "truth serum", there will be an opportunity to prolong this research through all night... interesting...
This case needs further investigation and you cannot legally object, tee-hee...

>>35586094
T-thank you Doctor

>>35512361
She's looking at it with that magnifying glass.

>>35595257
Risu time now?

Is this the end?

/jp/ is fast today.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DA3pDleijp4

fuck off /vt/een

>>35599542
OR else what?

>>35605747
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>>35496489
what drives a man to do this?

>>35605858
Spite for a board and knowing nothing will happen to them given the circumstances.

>>35595257
She's not Watson.

>>35607907

Cute Sherlock Holmes daughter.

>>35480908
This isn't a touhou thread though?

>>35614969
Are you honestly so new that you don't even know what ghostbumping means?

>>35615355
Haven't you noticed that one of this person's tactics is pretending to be retarded by answering to a random reply just for the sake of bumping a thread? Watch as he completely ignores any reply to his newest post too, he always does this.

>>35614969
It's a Watson thread

>>35615355
It's when you bump a thread for a dead franchise like 2hu

>>35619511
Good one lol.

Amelia Watson's vision was blurry. She could feel pain throughout her body as she laid under the rubble of her own home. A thunderous storm covered the sky, rain showering her weak body. She attempted to get up, but the debris kept her down leaving her pinned in a helpless position. Looking up through a large gap in the stones that obscured her vision, she could see the intimidating purple eyes of another person looking down at her with a cold stare. The person was levitating in the air, wrapped in thousands of squirming tentacles. Lightning flashed, the light illuminating the figure of a young woman. She looked down at the pocket watch she held in her hand, its golden fob wrapped around it, and gripped it harshly. Her thumb pressed down on the crown, pushing it down with all her strength. Amelia's vision faded to white.

She was floating in darkness. She could see distant images passing by her. A little girl sat on a tree swing in her backyard. Amelia recognized the girl as herself, with her golden blonde hair and blue eyes. She saw her brother and both her parents approaching her. She could not help but reach out to them, but the more she thought she was getting closer, the image faded away faster and faster. A tear streamed down her cheek, as she was greeted by the unforgiving darkness once more. Even if she was wearing her detective clothes, she shivered in the chill of the void. She rolled into a ball, tucking her face away into her knees and closing her eyes.

"Hm?" a deep voice said, coming from all directions at once.

Amelia opened her eyes. She was lying on a floating rock, still in the same position. She sat up, looking around her. In the sky were nebulas with vibrant colors, also accompanied with millions of stars that dotted the sky in a dazzling light show and a great white sun shimmering above. It reminded her of one of the picture books her mother used to read to her as a child. Standing up, she felt the weightlessness of outer space. Despite being in space, she felt no different than she was on Earth, she her heart beat at a normal pace and she never felt short of breath. She started to walk, watching the floating rocks resembling massive stalactites sway up and down in the distance. Amelia watched as the path in front of her transform into a grand staircase. Walking up these stairs, she felt the uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Reaching the top of the stairs, she found herself at a circular platform. A giant sphere hung above, gray and colorless.

The white sun concealed itself behind the ball in the sky. The sphere split across the middle and a yellow eye with a red pupil appeared as its eyelids raised. Amelia stood in place, something keeping her still. Eight long, green tendrils rose from behind the eye, stretching across the vast expanse of the area around them. Her heart beat quickened as the eye stared her down. The sheer size of the being intimidated her down to her soul. Along with the winding tentacles, more eyes appeared, looking in all directions.

"Amelia Watson." the being started, in a man, woman, child, and elder's voice combined into one. " How intriguing, I never expected a visitor to arrive in my realm. "

"Y-you know my name?" Amelia stuttered.

"I know all."

"Who are you?"

"My true name cannot be comprehended through your primitive languages. However, I have been called many names by you humans. I am the Lurker at the Threshold. I am the Opener of the Way. I am Yog-Sothoth. The ordinary mortal would go mad from my presence, however you have not. Perhaps you are one of the gifted?"

"What do you want from me?"

"I would ask the same to you. Why have you come to my doorstep?"

"I didn't want to go here. I'm a time traveler, I just made the jump to go somewhere else."

Its pupil narrowed.

"I already know who you are, detective. This still does not explain why you are here," it growled, growing impatient.

"Look I have no idea! Shouldn't you know?"

"Do not raise your voice with me, child."

"Listen, I just wanted to leave that damn place. I pressed the button and left, I had no idea where to go!"

A moment of silence passed, Yog-Sothoth staring Amelia down. "And so you found yourself here. Fascinating, a woman who has leaped out of the bounds of time and space. Perhaps you are here for a reason I do not know."

"I told you, I have no idea-"

Five of the deity's eyes surrounded Amelia.

"Yet. Though you and I do not know the true reason you are here, I can see it in your eyes. There is an unmistakeable determination yet there is also something else. Desperation, perhaps?"

Amelia looked away, her eyes drifting towards the ground. She clenched her hands into fists.

"I want to save them."

"I see. Your memories appeared in dreams during my slumber. Your ordeal troubles me profoundly in a way that I've had yet to experience. However, your destiny is on a remarkable course unlike no other. It is unprecedented, even for a being such as myself, for me to see darkness in your future. Such mystery is unknown to me, it is almost exciting. While it is in my usual routine to ask for a fee, I will refrain from doing so only because my survival is at stake."

"So you'll help me save them?"

"I will point you towards the path to your fate. While I cannot glimpse into all of this new future, your memories have given me some insight. I can guide you to destiny, but whether you live or die is unknown to me, lost in the void."

"I'll do it, no matter what. I want to save everybody before the end happens."

"Very well. When you awaken, it is impertinent that you find the High Priestess of the Ancient Ones."

The image of the girl with a thousand, swarming tentacles flashed into Amelia's mind, her body tensing up at the thought of her boogeyman.

"What? You don't mean..."

"You must. She is the key to this. If he finds her and uses her to awaken the Great Void, all is forever lost."

"Once I find her, what should I do?"

"Rewrite history."

"But how?!"

Yog-Sothoth was silent. The ground began to rumble and crack beneath her. She could move her entire body once more. She started to fall into the abyss as the fragments of the rocks floated away in different directions. Darkness overtook her once more, and Yog-Sothoth dissappeared into the distance.

Amelia opened her eyes, gasping for breath. Her entire body felt sore and weak, but the pain was not bad as the day before and she managed to sit up in the bed she found herself laying in. Wrapped in a long blanket, the warmth eased her breathing. She found herself only in a gray t-shirt and pajamas, which she knew both were too short for her size. She rubbed her eyes turning towards the circular window that sat next to the bed. The water outside was bright blue, a school of fish swimming by. She looked around, seeing blue metallic walls on all sides in a small bedroom of sorts. She found her golden pocket watch on a bedside table and picked it up. Her fingers glided across the scratches that dotted the back of the watch. A large crack ran down the middle of the glass protecting the parts inside and there were small dents around it. The hands refused to move, despite repeated attempts to do so with the dial on the crown.

"Out of commission, huh..." she muttered.

She stood up from the bed. Concluding that she was at sea stopped in shallow water, she left to find whoever took her here. A large metal door with a valve led out of the room. Opening it, she peered out the room on both sides. Outside was a small living area, much to Amelia's confusion. A small kitchen was at one side of the room, complete with a stove, grill, microwave, cabinets, and a medium-sized fridge. There was a table with two chairs tucked under it. A TV was stationed at one of the top corners of the room, supported to stay still. There were three other doors, which she did not know where they led. She stepped out of the room and was surprised to find that the floor was entirely carpeted in baby blue. A framed picture of a crude shark drawing hung beside the entrance to the room she was staying in. Calm but still cautious, Amelia crept out into the living area. In the living room, she heard the sound of crashing waves from an open hatch leading outside. After checking around and finding nobody, she decided to climb the ladder outside.

She stuck her head out and was hit by the scent of ocean saltwater. The yellow sun was rising in the distance, reflecting across the gentle waves. The dark blue sky illuminated by a warm orange that spread across as dawn broke. The squawking of seagulls overhead stirred her from her lingering drowsiness. She could hear the pleasant tune of an instrument and a girl singing. The girl's voice was soft yet she could hear it over the waves and gulls flying overhead. She stepped up onto the top of the submarine, looking off at the unending sea stretching out for miles. A tranquil breeze accompanied the warm weather, her blonde hair flowing in the wind. Sitting on a blue beach chair was a short girl holding a ukulele.

"Ah, you're awake," the girl said, noticing Amelia from the corner of her eye.

The girl was wearing a unique hoodie, with a design resembling a shark complete with teeth and fins. She gave the detective a sharp-toothed grin. Amelia looked at the small girl's blue eyes with curiosity. She took a sip from a box in her cup holder. Amelia looked at the vacant chair next to the girl's.

"Take a seat," she said, giving Amelia a gentle smile, "c'mon, don't be shy."

Still cautious, Amelia took a seat.

"Um...where am I?"

"On the S.S. Hammerhead. Bet you're wondering why you're here. I found you floating underwater."

Amelia's eyes widened. "Underwater?"

The girl laid back in her seat, looking off into the distance. "Yup, I took you inside as soon as I saw a life signal on my radar. You were in pretty bad shape when I took you in, had to use a lot of magic to get all the water out of you, but I was glad when you started breathing again."

"Thank you so much."

Even though she was still baffled at how she got into that predicament, Amelia felt nothing but sincere gratitude to this stranger who saved her life. Years of working as a detective made her hesitant about trusting others, but something was different about this girl.

"Don't mention it. D'you want some milk?"

"Sure."

"Alrighty, one fresh box comin' right up!"

Retrieving a cold box of milk from an icebox besides her, the girl offered it to Amelia.

"By the way, the name's Gura, your friendly neighborhood shark girl, nice to meetcha."

She gave Gura a smile.

"Thanks. I'm Amelia, Amelia Watson. Nice to meet you."

Amelia took the box, reading the label. "Salmon Milk," Amelia read to herself, chuckling. Gura leaned forward towards her with interest.

"So Amelia, what's someone like you doing in these parts? You mind giving me the scoop?"

"Oh, um..."

Gura, seeing Amelia's smile faltering, decided not to press further for any answers. The shark girl spotted the troubled look in the detective's sky blue eyes.

"Don't worry, you don't need to tell me, a secret's a secret."

"Thanks. So where's this sub headed?"

"Atlantis!"

"Atlantis? But-"

"Yup, the great jewel of the seven seas. I've been gone from home for so long, I'm sure my parents miss me. I can't wait to get home and see them again!"

"But..." Amelia hesitated, seeing the sparkle of enthusiasm in the shark girl's innocent eyes. Gura's jovial demeanor kept her lips sealed. She nodded, "Yeah, they probably do."

"Hey, d'you wanna tag along with me to Atlantis? I'm sure my parents would love to meet someone from outside."

"Me? I'm sorry, but I've got to take care of some business back on land."

"Business on land?" Gura asked.

"I know it's strange why I was underwater but well..." she hesitated, "it's complicated, ok? I'd love to go to Atlantis with you, but we just met and I have something urgent to do. If you can just point me in the right direction, I can go on my way and you can go home without any trouble."

"Oh right, we did just meet," she chuckled, "I understand, I'll take you to wherever you need to go."

"Really?"

Gura waved her hand passively.

"It's no big deal, I like helping people out. Besides, you don't even have a boat to go out, dum-dum," she giggled.

"Oh, right," Amelia said, forgetting her pocket watch was broken. "I have no idea how I can repay you for this and saving my life."

"Like I said, I like helping people out."

Dawn passed in relaxation. Amelia still sat in her chair even after Gura went back down in quiet contemplation. Her mind drifted from her loved ones to her determination to save them all. She gripped her broken watch and made a promise to them. A calendar in Gura's kitchen told Amelia the date was January 4th, 2020. Walking into the cockpit of the submarine, Gura took a seat and started the engine. The S. S. Hammerhead set off, full speed ahead. Amelia leaned down, resting her elbow on the corner of Gura's chair.

"Where ya headed, partner?"

"Hm, what part of the world are we right now?"

"Just off the east coast of the US."

"You've got a map here, right?"

Gura produced a smartphone from her pocket and handed it over to Amelia. She opened Captain Marine's Navigation app, her fingers gliding over the keyboard. She remembered the one instruction of Yog-Sothoth and she needed to find this priestess as fast as she could. She closed her eyes, unsure of where to first find clues. She then remembered her research into cults when she was involved a number of murder investigations in America. She recalled that these cults she looked into worshipped deities similar to the likes of the one she spoke with. Knowing the existence of Yog-Sothoth, Amelia felt like getting into contact with another one could lead her closer to finding the High Priestess. The various books and newspaper articles she spent afternoons reading led her to Miskatonic County located in Massachusetts. Nodding to herself, she typed in her destination.

"Arkham?" Gura asked after Amelia gave her phone back.

"I need to take a visit there."

She shrugged, "Okie dokie. The ride is gonna take a few hours." Gura pressed the autopilot button on a control panel. "We'll get there by one. You should probably change into your old clothes."

"Oh yeah, thanks for loaning me some clothes too even though they don't fit me all that well," Amelia giggled.

"No problem. I washed your clothes, they should be in the dryer."

Retrieving her clothes, Amelia buttoned up her dress shirt, wore her skirt, pulled up her stockings, threw on her shoes, knotted her red tie, fixed her cloak, and adjusted her hat. She found a batch of her special concoction in syringes, a magnifying glass and stethoscope in good condition to Amelia's surprise, and her revolver still in its holster. Pushing out the cylinder, she found six rusty bullets laying inside. She looked down at them, ready to eject them from their slots but decided against it. Her broken pocket watch swayed side to side, its fob hanging around her waist as she walked back into the living room.

"Looking great," Gura commented as she cracked open a can of soda.

"Whaaat? That's all you," Amelia giggled, "Haven't told you your hoodie looks super adorable yet?"

Gura flashed a grin towards the detective. "Gee, thanks."

Looking at the time from a clock hanging above one of the doors in the room, she realized she had time to spend. Amelia browsed around the room and caught a glimpse of a game console sitting at a coffee table.

"Woah, this is a PS4 right?"

"Yeah, I bought it when I stopped by Tokyo Bay a few years back. I don't use it that much though."

Amelia leaned down to see the small amount of games Gura owned. Her eyes widened and she reached for a copy of a first person shooter she remembered playing as a teen. It was an older game from the franchise and she smiled, fondly remembering the days playing online and having some less than friendly but humorous interactions with others over voice chat.

"Wanna play?" Amelia asked, a hint of excitement in her tone.

"Sure, I might have another controller lying around somewhere."

The two booted up the console and loaded up the game, going online.

"So, you've played this game before?" Gura asked.

"Yup, a long time ago when I was young."

Gura raised an eyebrow. "But this game just came out a week ago."

Amelia gave an awkward laugh. "Oh right, must've thought about another game."

The detective watched the loading screen with eager eyes. Gura noticed this sudden change in attitude, but she did not feel bothered by it. It was a welcome change from her reserved demeanor from earlier.

"Just warning you now, I'm horrible at FPS games," Gura chuckled.

"No worries, leave it to Amelia Watson to carry you to victory," Amelia proclaimed, flashing a confident grin towards her partner.

"Alrighty then, I'm counting on you!"

The two played together for a few hours, laughing and talking about trivial things. Gura broke out her stash of snacks from the cockpit and played some music.

"Whoa, that's a ton of snacks," Amelia remarked, marveling at the sheer number of the plastic bags and boxes of chips, candy, and other goodies, "You sure none of them are expired?"

"Not with the Atlantian tech on my sub, these babies are as fresh as the day I bought 'em," Gura explained, pulling a chip bag from the pile.

Amelia took a box of crunchy chocolates and sat back with the shark girl at her side.

"Why don't you tell me about life in Atlantis."

"Life in Atlantis, huh?" Gura mused, "Well it's nice. You get to go outside and see all sorts of fish swimming around you. There's a lot of kids around to play with and friendly people to talk to. You could go down to the market to buy sweets like coral bites and seaweed cake. And every year there was an parade when you could watch sea animals migrate from ocean to ocean. My family always watched it from one of the balconies of our house."

Amelia smiled. "That sounds fun."

Gura nodded. "Yeah, but I never got to experience much of all that."

"Why's that?"

"My parents didn't let me go out that much and always wanted me to stay home. I used to watch other kids go play together at the coral reefs from my room."

"Your parents were that overprotective, huh?"

"I wouldn't say they were too overprotective but I never felt like I could do anything other than study and daydream. My parents were really important people in the city and we didn't really have much time to spend with each other. The city was always in reach, but I could never grab it."

"Were you alone?"

"Not always. I had this little shark buddy I played with when I wasn't doing work. You haven't met him yet but he's sleeping in my room. His name's Bloop. He's been with me ever since I left and we've been though thin and thick together. When I showed him to my parents, they didn't really like him. They said I had to focus more on studies cause I would become someone important one day."

"I understand, my parents were kinda strict on me too."

"Really?"

"Yup, It's kinda hard being part of a well-known family around the world. I always had to be studying to become a great detective."

"That must've been a lot of pressure on you."

"Not really. I never liked studying," she chuckled, "I used to tell my parents that playing FPS games would improve my aim."

"How did you get through it, being a famous detective?"

"I got used to it. I was born into a famous family and I had to live with that fact. I learned sometimes accepting my responsibility and how important I was in others' lives could help me move forward with a reason to get better everyday and greet every challenge with confidence."

"But doesn't it get tiring knowing that something could happen everyday and not being able to catch your breath?"

"It does. Being a detective isn't always fun, I couldn't save everyone. But seeing how happy it made people to get closure or see their loved ones safe gave me purpose. It made me feel like all those years of studying and staying strong paid off. Knowing I had an important job to help and save others motivated me to keep moving even if I couldn't catch my breath. But hey, that's just me."

"Huh," Gura stared at the TV screen.

"Sorry I got all deep there," Amelia chuckled.

"Don't be. I think I needed to get all that off my chest. I'm glad I could finally talk to someone about it."

"No problem," Amelia smiled.

The submarine slowed to a halt.

"I think we're here."

Amelia and Gura climbed out of the S. S. Hammerhead, seeing that they were parked at a dock leading into town. The detective hopped off on top of the creaky, decrepit planks of wood and looked back to Gura, who looked down at her with a slight frown.

"Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye..." Gura said.

Amelia gave her a soft smile. "Thanks for the ride Gura, it was really fun. Hope you find home soon!"

"Thanks Ame. See you around."

The detective began to walk away after giving a farewell wave. Gura's lip quivered.

"Wait!"

Amelia looked back, curious.

"D-do you think we'll meet again?"

The detective turned away for a moment, Gura watching her with awaiting eyes.

"Yeah. I think so," Amelia answered.

Gura nodded. "You better keep that promise!"

Amelia laughed. "I will!"

The shark girl climbed back down into the submarine and Amelia watched as it pulled out of the dock and descended underwater, driving off into the distance. The sound of townsfolk watching the scene around the dock reminded her she had something to do. She held onto her pocket watch, knowing she had a promise.

Quaint little Arkham's streets were busy, with markets and tourists roaming around. Amelia Watson passed by the old-fashioned buildings that reminded her of a time long past. Some of her cases had required her to make discreet leaps through space-time to find some clues, and locales like this were no stranger to her. Her research into this town granted her fascinating findings that inclined her to believe that the peaceful town to be anything but normal. Stories of disappearances, blood rituals, sacrifices, this place had enough unusual occurrences to fill a book. From the outset the townspeople were friendly towards the detective as she asked for directions, but the knowledge she held left a lingering paranoia in Amelia's mind, not enough to scare her away but enough to keep her on edge as she navigated the branching streets of Arkham. A massive building loomed in the distance where Amelia was standing.

An open gate stood before her with the name "Miskatonic University" read above it.

Strolling inside, Amelia saw students walking around the campus, eating lunch at the sprawling lawn in front of the entrance, and reading books under tall trees. She walked inside, making her way to the library. Amelia knew the university specialized in supernatural studies and had a gut feeling that she would find information that could give her a lead to locate another deity like Yog-Sothoth. Inside the silent library, an elderly librarian sat at the lobby.

"Good afternoon, can I help you?" the librarian asked.

"Hi, I'm a detective from the IDO," Amelia pulled out her magnifying glass and showed it to the man.

The old man focused on the glass, seeing the special IDO engraving on the handle.

"A member of the International Detective Organization? How surprising, what brings you to Miskatonic University, miss?"

"I'm on a case right now and I need to look through some of your archives. Could I take a look?"

"A investigation, huh? Follow me."

The old man stood up from his chair, his back hunched as the two made their way through the door behind the lobby. Walking down a long hallway with paint peeling off the sides, Amelia found herself in the back room, where a bunch of filing cabinets and boxes could be found. The air was musty, lacking any sort of ventilation.

"As you know, there must be no documentation of anything you read down here, but you are free to read everything. Are you finding something in particular, dear?"

"Do you have any records relating to cults around the area?"

The librarian stroked his white beard. "Those archives can be found over at the back corner of the room."

"Got it. Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome. Put everything back when you're done, please."

"I will."

The door closed shut behind the librarian, leaving Amelia to rummage through the many boxes to find some answers. As she rifled through the various boxes, she recalled the last time she went to the library. A detective of the Watson family had to be equipped to deal with any problem that had the potential of happening. Amelia, knowing she was no different, was inclined to adopt new skills, prompting her to learn new things at the library. A few hours of digging through and reading journals, newspapers, and accounts, Amelia found a story that piqued her interest.

A man had investigated the town of Innsmouth just north of Arkham after the government had vacated it a few months prior. He detailed rumors of strange occurrences and disappearances in the town. He wrote about the dilapidated state of the town and its inhabitants' distaste for outsiders. The journal remained unfinished, but it was all the evidence Amelia needed to investigate for herself. She left the library, bidding the old librarian farewell.

The sky had become dark, the hovering white clouds above becoming gray and shrouding Arkham in shadow as they blocked out any sunlight hoping to reach the land. A light drizzle began, prompting Amelia to find some shelter knowing a storm was afoot. Before the rain grew worse, she ran around the town asking for a way to get to the town north. Most of the locals informed her that taxis and buses seldom went there due to the rumors spread around town from an incident that occurred years ago, but a homeless person she inquired spoke of a carriage that came by at night that would take any curious soul to Innsmouth in a few hours' trip. Questioning the man where she would find the carriage, Amelia was pointed towards Tiller's Tavern, a bar bordering Miskatonic River. Seeing the rain starting to pour, she made haste, planning to stay inside until nightfall to get her ride.

Amelia arrived to a small, modest bar with dim, orange light flooding out from windows outside. Walking inside, a joyous atmosphere permeated from carefree patrons sharing a drink and a laugh with friends. Two men broke into song with flushed faces, mugs of beer in hand and soon fell face-first into the table, passed out. Moments like these coaxed a giggle from the detective. The front of the bar was a row of vacant stools, except for a woman sitting at the middle. Amelia sat next to her and she glanced at the grandfather clock standing behind the bar counter. Seeing that she had a few hours to waste, she called the bartender over.

"An iced tea please."

The woman tending to the bar nodded and prepared her drink, placing it on the table.

"Thank you," Amelia said, taking a sip of her cold beverage.

"Stormy night, huh?" the girl beside Amelia asked.

The detective glanced at her, watching her take a drink from a red cocktail.

"Yeah."

"Barely managed to make it inside before it started pouring."

She rested her head on her hand, her elbow on the counter. Straw in mouth, she wondered how she would spend the next few hours waiting. Times like these, she wished she had her smartphone or a game system around to relieve herself of boredom.

"Not much of a talker, huh?" the girl said, her crimson red eyes glancing toward the detective as she adjusted her eyeglasses. "You don't look like you're around here."

"I could say the same about you. It's not everyday you see someone dressed up like an office worker at a bar in a place this out here."

"You're right about that," she chuckled, taking another sip of her drink. "Name's Emma."

"Amelia Watson, nice to meet you."

"Watson? Are you perhaps a member of the Watson family from the London branch of the IDO?"

"Yup, third generation," Amelia nodded.

"I've heard so many stories about John Watson's exploits with Sherlock Holmes as a child. To think I'd meet one of his descendants here."

A soft smile flashed across Amelia's face, "You're giving me too much credit."

"So what's an IDO detective doing out here in rural America?"

"Conducting an investigation around town."

"Details?"

"Can't say."

"So you're here to find a place to stay? I don't think this tavern has any rooms to stay in."

"Actually, I'm waiting for someone here."

"Oh?"

"A carriage. I'm traveling to Innsmouth, a town north from here."

Emma's gaze turned to Amelia as she spoke. "What a coincidence, I'm looking for a way to get to Innsmouth too."

The detective sat up.

"You're heading there too?" she asked, and upon receiving a nod from Emma she inquired her further. "What's your business here in Arkham then?"

"My employers sent me here to meet a contact in Innsmouth."

"Someone from Innsmouth has business with your company? Just who do you work for?"

"Can't say," Emma smiled towards Amelia.

"Is your contact a local?"

Emma nodded.

"Is there anyway I can talk to them?"

"Why?"

"Questioning. It's important for the investigation. A local who lives there could have some useful info."

"Why don't we make a deal then? I can tag along with you on carriage to the town and you can meet with my contact. I'm sure my superiors wouldn't object."

"Alright then, sounds good."

Still the late afternoon, Amelia and Emma conversed with each other until nightfall came.

"That's a big bag you've got there," Amelia looked at the long bag leaning against the stool. "What's in it?"

"Just some equipment for the job. What's the story with that pocket watch you have? Seems like it's broken."

Amelia raised the watch in her hand. "This old thing? It's been passed down the Watson family for generations. I wanna get it fixed soon, it's special to me."

Emma adjusted her eyeglasses, staring at it. "Looks like it's made of gold."

"It is, Grandpa Watson told me it once belonged to Mr. Holmes before he passed away."

"Would probably cost millions if you sold it."

"Yeah, but this watch is too important. It can't get into the wrong hands," Amelia looked at the grandfather clock once more, the hour hand at ten. "We should check if our ride is here."

The detective and the office worker stood up from their seats, leaving money on the counter.

"Hey, you two," the bartender called out to the two as she wiped a glass with a towel.

"Yes?" Amelia asked.

"I overheard you talkin'. I'm guessing you're taking that carriage outside to that town, to Innsmouth, huh? Haven't you heard the rumors?"

"We have." Emma replied.

"Then you should know how dangerous it is."

"What do you want?" the detective inquired.

"Nothing. Just reminding you what you might be in for. A word of advice from an old bartender who worked in that godforsaken town. Trust no one, get out of there once you've finished your business, and stay the hell away from the churches."

The bartender declared the last point with an unmatched urgency that sent a chill down Amelia's back.

"You used to live in Innsmouth? And what do you mean by stay away from the churches?"

"Just stay away from them. Wouldn't want to get in a run in with those devil-worshipping lunatics?"

"Lunatics?"

"A bunch of religious fanatics. Call themselves the Esoteric Order of Dagon. A bunch of hooey, if you ask me. But that don't mean they aren't dangerous. They took down all the other religions in that town, every church around there is abandoned. Those people use some of the empty buildings to do God knows what."

Amelia took out a notepad and a pen. "Anything else you can tell us?"

"Nothing much else. The townsfolk all have their lips sealed when anyone asks. The people in town don't like strangers coming by, especially detectives like you. Don't expect a welcome party."

"We'll keep that in mind," Emma nodded.

"Thanks for your help, miss."

"Stay safe. Remember my advice."

Stepping out into the downpour, Amelia felt a chill run down her back from the howling winds. Under a lamp post, the shimmering droplets of rain landed above a small carriage attached to an idle horse. A man in a long cloak sat at the driver's seat, still as a statue. Emma opened the umbrella she was holding, covering the two from the downpour. Approaching the man, Amelia caught the putrid stench of something rotting. Slightly recoiling back from the smell, she reminded herself that she needed to get to the town as soon as possible. She regained her composure and spoke to the man.

"Excuse me, we're looking for a ride to Innsmouth. I heard your carriage could take us there."

The man pointed a sharp-nailed thumb behind him. The two looked at each other, then stepped inside the rickety wooden carriage. Holding the reins, the man commanded the horse to move with a raspy, guttural voice. As they rode through the night, the unpleasant smell never faded away and the two had to cover their mouths and noses using their clothes. Amelia again pondered about the peculiar nature of the man, but brushed it off once more as she knew she was getting a ride to her destination. She glanced at Emma, who was leaned against the tarp of the carriage, asleep. She wondered what Gura was up to, hoping she made it through the storm and found what she was looking for. A feeling of guilt swept her, remembering the little shark's enthusiastic demeanor. If Gura was a true Atlantian, Amelia could only pray that she would not be too broken by the realization. The rhythmic bumping of the wheels of the carriage against the ground and the relaxing sound of the rainfall helped the detective drift off into the comfort of sleep.

When Amelia opened her eyes, she found the carriage motionless. Peering outside, she spotted Emma standing in the mud, yawning and stretching under the cloudy, yet bright sky. The storm had subsided and the two arrived at Innsmouth. Stepping out of the carriage, she approached the cloaked man, still sitting in his seat.

"Thank you for the ride."

The man nodded without looking at her.

"How much do I owe you?"

He shook his head, raising a hand.

"No need."

"Alright then, we'll be off then. Thanks again."

Bag behind her back, Emma scanned around the town as they walked through its densely packed streets. The imposing height of a church steeple towered above Amelia. The disquieting calls of crows echoed across the cloudy sky. Amelia thought she saw someone peering out from a window from one of the houses, but when her eyes darted across the buildings to her side she saw nobody. The lingering odor of fish permeated through the air, though faint and not as bad as the stench that kept the two in discomfort during the carriage ride. A haze covered the area in thick fog and its greenish tint and limited visibility made Amelia look over her shoulder more than once. The deafening silence other than the occasional cawing of the birds, the howling wind, and their light footsteps did nothing to ease her nerves. The town of Innsmouth felt like a desolate, forgotten place.

"Where's your contact?" Amelia asked.

"He said he'd meet me at one of the bars around here. Didn't say which though."

"We should ask a local."

Emma nodded. "The bartender said people around here don't like stranger but what choice do we have? I haven't seen anyone at all, though. It's like this place's a ghost town."

"Let's keep walking, we'll find someone eventually. They wouldn't take us here if they knew this town was dead."

Seeing the empty markets, barren streets, and dark windows reminded Amelia of the man's journal. It was written decades ago, leaving the detective pondering how the town ended up this way. A part of her wondered if she was wrong and that the town was abandoned. However, catching the relaxed expression on Emma's face eliminated her doubts. Walking across another row of homes, Amelia at last spotted someone sitting on a rocking chair on a porch.

"Good morning," Amelia said, the two stopping in front of the house.

The person stared at them from their place in the seat. They wore a black scarf around their neck and a trench coat to match. The only features Amelia could point out were their eyes, their hair covered underneath a bowler hat.

"Morning," she said with a guttural voice similar to the man at the carriage.

"We wondering if you could point us to the bars around here."

The woman stared at Amelia with bulging eyes. "Only one here in town is near the ruined lighthouse at the harbor."

"How do we get there from here?"

"Keep going down Docks Street. You'll reach the harbor from there."

Amelia nodded, thanking the woman, who did not reply. As the two continued walking down the street, the detective could not shake the profound feeling of something being wrong. Her mind tried to figure out what bothered her, however she could not make any conclusions. She ignored it and turned her attention to the docks to her right, as decrepit and decayed as the ones in Arkham, perhaps even more so. Dirt-caked, weathered fishing boats floated on the surface of the river, men carrying open boxes filled with fresh fish onto shore. Not a single sound came from these slow-moving, men with emotionless faces and those bulging eyes staring straight forward. This did not help her ease her nerves in the slightest. She spotted cars and pickup trucks parked at the curb, with an equal amount of dirt and rust as the boats. Passing by an old church, Amelia caught the foul stink of something inside. Her eyes widened, knowing the scent all too well from investigating crime scenes. The shut door was unable to mask the metallic smell of blood inside. Grabbing hold of the ice cold doorknob, she opened the door a little, to get a peek inside.

Emma also took a look beside Amelia. The room was dark, except the dim glow of the sky outside pouring through the windows and a few candles hanging on lamps. The odor struck the two with unrelenting force. Amelia expected it to be strong, however she was almost knocked down by it. She grabbed her collar and raised it to cover her nose, before it became too unbearable. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she could make out a row of pews leading to an altar. However, she did not see anyone worshipping inside. Whatever caused the smell remained a mystery to the detective and her curiosity got the better of her. She stood up and prepared to move in, but felt Emma's hand on her shoulder.

"Wait. We shouldn't be snooping around yet. We can't draw too much suspicion on us."

"But someone might be hurt."

"What if you're wrong? We can't be caught trespassing. Let's meet up with my contact and get some info before we start investigating."

Amelia sighed, closing the door. "You're right. Let's keep going."

Emma nodded, starting to walk down the street again. Amelia followed, but caught the sight of a large, rusted sign sitting beside the church.

Esoteric Order of Dagon .

The detective wrote the location on her notepad and moved on. Reaching the end of Docks Street, Amelia and Emma could see the lighthouse looming in the distance, its light and the white fog contrasting with its dark shadow the only thing illuminating its presence.

"The bar should be close by. I hope my client is there."

Reaching a ratty little bar cramped in between a humble general store and an abandoned restaurant, the two walked inside. It was dark and cold inside, the ceiling was leaking and Amelia thought she caught the sight of a nice scurrying across the floor. A few men sat at the tables around them, one group playing cards and another conversing in a language unknown to the detective. Emma took the lead, walking towards the front of the bar.

"Mr. Clark?"

A middle-aged man with unkempt brown hair and a short beard turned around, a glass of whiskey to his lips.

"Y-yes?" the man stuttered.

"I'm from the corporation."

"A-ah, you're the one Cover sent. I was wondering when the higher ups would send someone to check in with me," Mr. Clark gave a nervous laugh. "I've got some things to report."

Emma sat down on the chair beside the man. "Sounds good, why don't we get started."

Mr. Clark turned to Amelia. "W-who's your friend?"

"She's-"

"Amelia Watson," the detective interrupted, "I have a lot questions to ask."



The late night of Arkham brought a peace the bartender of Tiller's Tavern savored. Cleaning up after the patrons' messes and sweeping the floors was therapeutic for her. Thunder rumbled around her as she wiped the tables with a wet rag. She wondered about the two ladies who took that carriage to Innsmouth. Though she knew they both had business in the ancient town, she could not understand why they would still go with its reputation and the rumors circling about. She shook her head, knowing it was none of her business. She already warned them enough, all she could do was hope they took the advice. Her ears were alerted to the ringing of the bell above the entrance.

"Sorry, we're closed."

She heard the heavy footsteps of boots tapping against the floor. A woman stepped into view under the dim glow of the candlelight. The first thing the bartender noticed was her long, light pink hair running down her back, the scarlet eyes that looked back at the bartender, and her pale skin that could be seen even in the darkness. She wore a coat and a dress, both as black as the night. Despite the peculiar appearance of the woman, the bartender stood unfazed. The only thing that concerned her was the long scythe resting behind her back, it's blade shining in the light of the ember of the candle.

"Didn't you read the sign?" the bartender asked.

"I need information," the woman said.

"Information, huh?"

"A woman by the name of Amelia Watson came by your place earlier. Am I right?"

"The detective? You know her?"

"Do you know where I can find her?"

"Sorry, but my customer's business ain't my business."

The woman sighed and approached the bartender. When they were close to each other, the bartender realized how tall the red-eyed woman was compared to her. She could feel the air chill in the room.

"I guess I have no choice," the woman said, staring into the eyes of the bartender.

The bartender's vision began to blur in and out and she felt sluggish, dropping her broom and taking a seat on one of the stools. When her vision returned to normal, she looked up at the woman with an empty stare.

"Now will you answer my questions?"

"Yes," the bartender gave a slow nod.

"Very well," the pink-haired woman crossed her arms under her chest. "Tell me everything that happened when Amelia Watson showed up."

Mr. Clark turned to Amelia. "W-who's your friend?"

"She's-"

"Amelia Watson," the detective interrupted, "I have some questions to ask."

The man turned to Emma, who nodded. "Well then have a seat, this might take a while to explain." He took another sip of his drink, downing it in one gulp and slamming the glass on the table. "This might be of some use to your investigation, detective."

"Go ahead," Amelia took out her notepad and pen.

"It all started when I arrived in town after the Corporation sent me here. The first thing I could remember was that god-awful stench that you could smell anywhere. Sometimes it got so bad I almost passed out. The locals didn't mind, though. The few locals I was able to talk to said it was the smell of home. I stayed in this shabby cabin that looked like it would collapse if a feather landed on it."

"And how long did you stay there for?" Amelia asked, writing.

"About three to four months, nothing more than that."

"Must've sucked."

"You don't know the half of it. Slept on a dirty bed with stuff blankets. Thought I saw a roach or two scurry across the sheets once. There was nothing to keep me entertained here except for old dramas from the old radio in the living room. Taking showers was since you didn't know whether you were bathing in clean water or sewage."

"I'd love to learn more your living situation here, but can we get back on topic? We'd like to know what happened during your recon mission," Emma interjected.

"Right, sorry. I get sidetracked sometimes," he chuckled, "Anyways, I started asking around town about anything strange happenings like the Corporation told me to. Always got the stink eye whenever I brought anything out of the ordinary up. I talked to the folks who came from out of town to work and they all tell me the same things. I'm sure you know by now that the townsfolk here don't like strangers,"

"Did you find out anything?" Amelia asked.

"I did talk to someone with something interesting to say. He was one of the factory workers from the Marsh Refinery on the south side of town who came from Arkham. I asked him about anything strange happening in town, he looked around all paranoid and told me to come to his house. When we got there, I listened to what he had to say. Started going on about how there were a bunch of disappearances going around town, tourists and people visiting outside going missing. He said the people living in Innsmouth weren't human."

"Weren't human?" Emma's brow raised.

"Yeah, he was talking about how they smelled horrible and their slimy looking skin. Come to think of it, there was always something off whenever I talked to them. That wasn't the craziest part either. He started talking about an ancient city under the ocean near this Devil's Reef a little off the harbor. His coworkers mentioned rumors about people having swimming races near that place. At that point I was almost convinced the man was insane, but there was a certain look in his eyes that told me he was dead serious."

"Did he tell you anything about the Esoteric Order of Dagon?"

"That cult in town? Well, he did tell me some crazy stuff about them, like making human sacrifices and doing rituals in the middle of the night. Come to think of it, I always thought I heard faint chanting from my bed coming from outside before I slept. After that he said he didn't want to talk anymore, and asked me to leave."

Amelia's heart skipped a beat, turning to Emma with serious eyes. Emma looked back with an intrigued look. The detective jotted the information into her notepad.

"Anything else interesting?" she asked.

"Nothing much. Ever since I talked to the factory worker, I never saw him again. I hit a roadblock soon after. Whenever I spoke with any of the locals they didn't answer. Some even gave me the stink eye whenever I passed by."

"You stayed here for months, right? Must've been hard when you didn't have anyone to talk to."

"Yeah," Mr. Clark nodded, "I occasionally spoke to some people from outside, but I mostly spent my days in the cabin. Sorry, but that's all the info I have."

"It's alright," Amelia said, scanning through her notes, "It's enough to go off of."

"I'd have to agree with Watson," Emma concurred, standing up from her stool, "We'll take over from here."

"Does that mean I get to leave?"

"Yes. There will be a carriage waiting for you at the entrance of town. It'll take you back to Arkham by evening."

"Thank god. I finally get to leave this damn town," he stood up, trudging towards the door, "Good luck, you two."

Amelia pocketed her notepad and crossed her arms, staring off into nothing in quiet reflection.

"What's on your mind?" Emma asked, noticing the detective's silence.

"We should talk, but not here. Look, everyone here's watching us," she whispered.

The chatter and conversations that filled the little bar before they had entered were subdued. While they made an effort to conceal it, Amelia noticed the glances the patrons made towards the two. The detective did not know how long they were watching, but knew that they had eavesdropped on their chat. She remembered the advice the bartender gave her and nodded towards Emma, who nodded back in return. The two left in silence after placing a few bills down on the table. The fog became thicker during their short stay inside, obscuring the view in front of them.

"Let's first find somewhere to stay for the night," Emma suggested, "I've got a feeling our investigation's going to take longer than we thought."

"There should be a hotel nearby," Amelia stroked her chin, "Something about Mr. Clark's story is not sitting right with me. Now we can confirm the cult exists, but listening to his story gives me more questions than answers."

"I get that feeling too. Clark has never been that way in all the years he's worked with Cover. I've never worked close with him, but I know he's the lively type, almost to an annoying extent. He was always excited to go to new places, I think it was the reason he signed up for the job in the first place. I've never seen him so eager to leave a place we send him too. Something's definitely not right."

"It's still early afternoon. Let's go investigate the church, see if we can find anything."

As Emma walked around the corner, Amelia noticed something off in the distance. While her visibility was limited by the mist, she thought she could see three shadows rise from the waters of the beach below. She turned away and followed behind Emma. The church returned into view, but the detective noticed the absence of the scent that permeated in its vicinity. Grabbing the doorknob, Amelia opened the door, light pouring into the darkness inside. The staleness of the air took the two by surprise, both expecting something stronger. The pews were empty, no sign of anyone being there. A man, who the two presumed to be a priest, stood at the altar, cleaning the table in front of him. Amelia stared up, awestruck, at a large painting hanging above the altar. It depicted gargantuan creature, with its serpentine-like body wrapped around a tall pillar covered in indecipherable symbols. What resembled sharp spikes jutting out of the creature's back were actually fins running down its body. It hung onto the pillar with muscular arms and razor claws. Its maw was agape, revealing jagged teeth. Empty, white eyes stared back at the two.

"Magnificent, is it not?" the priest spoke, his arms tucked in his sleeves.

"It's something, alright," Emma remarked.

"Is that Dagon?" Amelia asked.

"I see you recognize our great lord."

"Well, I sure as hell wouldn't have guessed Jesus," Emma turned to the priest.

"What brings you two to our church?"

The detective pulled out her notepad and pen, "We have some questions about your organization."

"I will be leading a service shortly, however I can spare some time to answer your questions. What would you like to ask?"

"Has anything strange happened in town?"

The priest shook his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Our community is a peaceful and tight-knit one. We most certainly aren't a violent bunch."

"Any comments about the rumors of disappearances in town?"

"Nothing but the slanderous words of those living on the outside. I believe they do it because they disagree with our faith. I'll admit, our little town has had a less than pleasant history, but that is all in the past. We wish to live our lives and practice our faith in peace."

"The people living here don't seem to like visitors. We've felt like we've been getting the cold shoulder ever since we stepped foot here," Emma remarked.

"An inevitable result from the rumors outsiders have spread. If people were more kind towards us and our practices, I'm sure the townsfolk would be more trusting towards outsiders. However, this is not the case and it seems like it will be like this for quite some time."

"Can you tell me more about the history of the town?"

"Of course. Innsmouth was founded in 1643. Our town made business building ships and was a naval hub during the War of 1812. Our founder, Obed Marsh ran and protected this town for centuries till he passed."

Amelia recalled some of the newspaper clippings she took a look at in the Miskatonic University archives. "I remember reading about a disease that swept the town. Care to explain that?"

"Ah yes, the great plague of 1846. A tragic period of our town's history. Many had passed, about half the town. The Marsh Family deserve our eternal gratitude for uplifting us from that terrible ordeal. The town had thrived from then on, for decades we lived in peace and townsfolk earned a living from fishing, running local businesses, and working at the gold factory run by the Marsh Family. That was until the July of 1927. I was a child when it happened, you know. Outsiders had come to raid our town after these baseless rumors attracted the attention of the government," the priest stated the last part with bitterness in his voice.

"Go on," Emma said, crossing her arms.

"We had to flee our homes as they destroyed everything we cherished. Our community was separated for a fair amount of time, until we returned to what remained. We banded together, rebuilt, and repaired broken buildings. This community has survived for centuries, and we would not just abandon it."

"Which brings us to now," the detective said.

"The townsfolk are resilient. It makes me proud to serve them as a priest of Dagon. I am always happy to help a member of my congregation in need."

"Speaking of, we passed by the place a little earlier. There was this terrible smell coming from inside," Emma explained.

The priest chuckled, "Oh, that's just the incense we use for services. It's an acquired smell, but the people around here get used to it."

Amelia watched the priest for a moment.

"I see. One last question, what's Devil's Reef?"

"A formation of rocks off the harbor. The young ones like to travel out there for a swim from time to time."

Amelia raised a brow. "In this weather?"

"Only in the summer months. Childhood is important, for one must experience both the highs and lows of life before they are permitted to join Dagon's Order."

"Kids, huh? We haven't seen any while we've been here."

"During the winter months the children stay at home. Children here are more susceptible to disease because of how cold it can get."

Amelia scribbled down a few last notes. "Well, thank you for your time. Your information will be useful."

"Ah right, you must be the detective I've heard traveling around town."

"That's right. Word really moves fast around here, huh?"

"Like I said, we are a connected community."

"Have you figured it out?" Emma asked, leaning against a wall with its wallpaper peeling off.

"Nope, still have no idea what's fact or fiction," Amelia replied, reclining in a wooden chair with her open notepad in her hand.

Her stomach rumbled. Night had fallen upon Innsmouth. After their trip to the church, the two had hoped to grab some lunch from one of the restaurants around the town, however they were either closed or what little they could see being served to customers in other restaurants looked less than edible. Deciding to give up and find a place to stay to discuss and plan out their next moves, Amelia and Emma found themselves standing at the front of the four-story Gilman Hotel. A woman with her face covered with a scarf stood at the lobby and Amelia checked the two in with the money she had with her. Their room was at the top floor. Walking up the stairs and into the hallway of room lining the sides, Watson noticed how it was devoid of any decor, apart from a few landscape paintings. The two entered their room and the detective's companion made the immediate decision to take a nap, telling Amelia to wake her up once she could piece together the complete story. Hours passed and Amelia found herself struggling to figure out the truths and the lies.

"Hungry?" Emma asked, pulling out some sandwiches from her bag, "Want one?"

"You've seriously had food this entire time?"

"Of course, I always pack things just in case."

"So why didn't you say anything?!"

"I wasn't hungry. Besides, I had no idea you were hungry till now."

"Well what are you waiting for?"

Emma tossed over a sandwich covered in a wrapper. "Here, maybe eating something might help those detective juices start flowing,"

The detective immediately tore it open and took a bite. "Woah, this actually tastes great, there's something crunchy in them. Where did you get these sandwiches?"

"A prisoner. The girls there call her Haachama, she's kind of the head chef, as shocking as that may sound. She may not be the best chef around and the girls do not like her whatsoever, but all the corporation cares about is that she provides food for us. You never know what you expect in it, though."

"How so?"

"For starters, she added dried bugs into that sandwich you're eating."

Amelia promptly gagged and put the sandwich down on the table. Emma laughed, taking another bite from her sandwich.

"Are you serious?!"

"I'm just messing with you. It's just lettuce. But I wasn't lying about the strange stuff she puts in her food."

"Haha, very funny," Amelia rolled her eyes, then smiled.

Emma watched Amelia as the detective continued to eat her food. "Are you really here for an investigation, Watson?"

"What do you mean?"

"Something tells me you're here to find something else."

Amelia looked down at the floor, placing her food down. The detective knew Emma was an outsider looking in, but since she accompanied her the entire time, Amelia thought that Emma had a right to know what was really going on if they were this far into the investigation. The detective took a deep breath.

"I'm looking for Dagon."

Emma perked up. "The cult's god?"

Amelia nodded. "I need to talk to him."

"Why?"

The detective proceeded to recount the entire story of the future apocalypse, the meeting with Yog-Sothoth, and her new mission to fix the past. "I don't expect you to believe me, but it's the truth."

"So you're a time traveler, huh? And you're here to prevent the end of the world..."

"Crazy, huh?"

Emma scoffed. "Trust me, when you're in my line of work, nothing is crazy anymore."

"So you believe me?"

"Mostly, I've heard weirder stories. This end of the world stuff worries me, though. I should call my superiors about this. So you want to contact Dagon in order to find this High Priestess?"

Amelia nodded. "Exactly. Yog-Sothoth didn't really give me anywhere to go, just dropped me in the middle of the ocean with no directions."

"Then we have the same goal."

"What do you mean?"

"Since you told me your story, I think it's fair for me to tell you why I'm here," Emma took out something from her bag.

She placed it down on the desk. It was a crimson mask, with a large, toothed grin at its center. The mask was somewhat heavy in Amelia's hand, but it was the perfect size to fit anyone's face. A peculiar feeling overcame her as she stared into it. Her body tensed up and she gulped. She could only describe the feeling as dread. "What is this?"

"I don't know. My bosses sent me here to find someone that did. I was hoping Clark found some info, but he didn't. Hearing your story, maybe I should go the big guy himself and ask him what it is. Doesn't seem out of the question now that we can talk to a deity."

"All the more reason for us to keep working together."

"Agreed. We won't leave this town till we find him," Emma said, sitting on the bed.

"Alright then, let's go over what we know. The town has a really weird history. A cult's been running Innsmouth for centuries, the town was abandoned at one point, and the people living here may or may not be human. I didn't mention this, but when I was at Miskatonic University, I read about the Innsmouth raids. Apparently, the FBI were involved."

"The feds were involved in this? What reason would they have to destroy a town in the middle of nowhere?"

"They told the press they were trying to bust an illegal alcohol shipping ring. But something tells me that's not the case here. There weren't any documented arrests made, at least none I saw in the archives."

"Maybe it had something to do with the cult. After all, Clark did tell us about all those shady rumors about human sacrifices."

"I think so. It would make more sense if the FBI actually came here to investigate the cult."

"But why destroy the homes?"

"Not sure. Maybe they found something big and wanted the entire place destroyed."

Amelia's eyes widened. "Wait a second."

"What?"

"Devil's Reef. Let's assume that everything that man Clark was talking to was all true. The FBI knows something wrong is going on in the town, that the people aren't human and that there is a city under the sea. This is all just speculation, but what if the cult is making sacrifices for whatever is living under the water. I'm assuming this underwater city is near Devil's Reef. The FBI catches wind of this and moves in to destroy the town. Once the dust settled, the people moved back into town and are still doing these things to this day."

"Wouldn't be too crazy to believe that. I'm guessing you think Dagon is living in that underwater city."

"Exactly, it's the only place where it makes sense he'd be at."

"So what's our plan then?"

"We need to find a way to get to that underwater city."

"You really jumped onto that theory quickly. Alright then, we'll go with that. It's not like we have any other option. We'll need to find something that can drive underwater. Who knows what's down there."

Amelia yawned, "Let's sort this out in the morning."

"Sure, it's pretty late."

The detective crashed into the bed, turning around and staring up at the ceiling. Emma left the room, as there was only one bed, to sleep on the couch. The shadowy figure of the High Priestess appeared in her mind and Amelia knew she was one step closer to finding her. She held her pocket watch and drifted off to sleep. As the world faded to black, the detective could hear faint chanting, distant but there.

When Amelia opened her eyes once more, the sharp edge of an axe stood over her. It was raised, ready to strike down at any moment. As Amelia came to, she realized what was going to happen.

"Shit!" she yelled.

She rolled off as the axe swung down, imbedding itself into the bed. Amelia crashed to the floor and swiftly got to her feet. A man stood there, his axe at the ready. He growled and charged at her, the weapon prepared to swing once more. The detective sidestepped, the man swinging the axe and getting it stuck into the wall. As the man attempted to get pull the axe away, Amelia swung her fist, decking the man in the face. He fell over, his head landing on the wooden table next to her bed. Amelia panted as she overturned the man who laid face down on the floor. Sure enough, Amelia saw the face of one of the townspeople. She gasped as her gaze passed to his neck. Three slits on the side of his next glistened in a rhythmic motion. The man's eyes were wide open, staring off into nothingness. Seeing this confirmed their suspicions that they were in fact not human at all, but some sort of human, fish hybrid, judging from the gills on their necks, their green skin, and unblinking eyes.

"Emma!"

Amelia rushed to the door, throwing it open. She watched as Emma, now wielding a katana, rushed another fishman wielding a knife. She aimed the tip of the katana and drove it into the fishman's heart with a harsh grunt. He fell to the floor as she pulled it out from him. She swung the blade, the blood splattering against the floor, and sheathed it with a deep breath. She approached Amelia, still awestruck.

"We gonna get out of here?"

Amelia nodded, and the two ran to the front door. The detective grabbed Emma's shoulder as she grabbed the doorknob. Amelia placed a finger to her lips and proceeded to press her ear against the door. She heard the voices of fishmen waiting outside, conversing about if their companions had finished working inside.

"How many?" Emma mouthed.

Amelia raised three fingers. Emma nodded and pulled her sword out. The detective grabbed her revolver from her holster and aimed it at the door. Praying the bullets were not too rusty, she pulled the trigger, shooting three times. Emma kicked the door open, knocking over a few of the surviving fishmen. She finished one off with her blade before they could call out for help, leaving the other one alive. Amelia grabbed one of the men's rifles lying on the floor.

"Got any ammo for that?" Emma asked.

Amelia took a few rounds from the dead fishman's pocket. "Not much, but I'll make 'em count."

The remaining survivor sat against the wall, coughing blood and holding the wound on his side.

"Who sent you here?" Amelia asked.

"You both know too much to be kept alive," he spoke through labored breaths.

Emma heard the shuffling of footsteps climbing the stairs. "Watson, we've got company."

As the first wave of fishmen came into view, Amelia aimed her rifle in a swift motion and fired, striking on in the head. Emma charged ahead and sliced forward, cutting down a few of the fishmen who did not expect a close-quarters attack. Amelia followed after her and descended the stairs. She caught another group climbing the stairs and fired at them, one of the fishmen toppling over the stairs and plummeting down with a scream. Emma jumped over the railing and landed on one of them a short distance away, plunging her sword into them. After battling their way down, they arrived at the lobby where they received a respite from the absence of any fishmen waiting for them. Amelia panted, not getting into a scuffle like as that one for years. She found a few rounds in the backrooms behind the lobby and loaded them. Emma looked outside from behind the door. The fog had receded to the point where she could watch the church from all the way across the river. Amelia joined up behind Emma.

"Look who it is," Emma pointed at the church.

Amelia saw the priest standing in the front of the church speaking to a crowd of fishmen, some holding pitchforks, torches, and even a couple of guns. There were already a fair number of them wandering around the town in search parties.

"That bastard's trying to hunt us down. He'll flush us out if we don't keep moving," Amelia whispered.

"We can't go by streets, that's for sure. It'll be easy taking them out group by group, but if they call all their buddies over, we won't stand a chance."

Amelia scanned her surroundings. The fading fog would make running through the streets easier for their pursuers to spot. Since the church sat in close proximity to the hotel, it would only be a matter of time before they noticed one of the search parties missing and send more men to check. Amelia knew that they had a time limit before the next group came and tried to find somewhere to go. Then she stared down at the road in front of the entrance. A manhole cover rested in the middle, untouched.

"Follow me," Amelia said, creeping out of the door.

The two made their way to the cover, Amelia giving herself constant reminders to look around in all directions to make sure they were not spotted.

"Smart," Emma whispered, picking up the cover.

She removed the lid and slid it to the side, limiting the amount of noise it would make. A steel ladder descended toward darkness. Having no other choice, Amelia dropped her rifle down the hole and climbed down into the sewers with Emma following. On her way down Emma slid the lid back on, immersing the two in complete black. The detective knew she hit the ground once she felt mud and sewage sloshing around her feet. There was a dim light pouring in from outside threw grates in the ceiling. Amelia pulled out her magnifying glass and pressed one of the small buttons on it. A brilliant beam of light flashed through the glass, illuminating the tunnels before them. Emma unsheathed her katana and it started to glow a bright red. Picking up her rifle, the two started to walk through the dark sewers.

"Where to?" Emma asked.

"Not sure yet, we just needed to get out of there."

"That was some nice shooting back there."

Amelia smiled, "Nothing a few FPS games can't teach you."

Emma gave her a funny look. "I don't think it works that way. But I guess if it works for you.."

"Didn't know you had a sword with you. It looks pretty badass."

"Thanks, this it's been with me for years."

Traveling through the tunnel, Amelia heard conversation through one of the grates they passed by.

"What should we do when we find 'em?"

"Bring 'em back to the church. Priest Andrew wants both of them alive."

"Another offering to Lord Dagon?"

"Aye. Our brothers and sisters in Y'ha-nthlei require more sacrifices at the reef."

The man and the woman walked away.

"Sacrifice, huh? Glad we got out of the hotel before things turned south."

"Or else we would've been a late night snack," Amelia chuckled.

"We still don't have a plan."

"I'm thinking of one. I'm willing to bet that they blocked off the main roads leading out of town. We know too much, so they probably don't want us leaving this place."

"Makes sense, but we still don't know where to go."

"I think we should go directly to the underwater city."

"Wait, what?"

"Hear me out. We should head to the harbor first to find something to ride out to sea in. If we can find something that could let us swim underwater, we should go to the city for answers. Like you said earlier, we aren't going to leave without answers."

"And if there's no way we can go underwater?"

"We escape Innsmouth by travelling down the coast. It might be a long ride but I think we can reach the docks at Arkham by morning."

"You're still assuming we'll have a something to ride."

"If there's nothing at the harbor, then we'll have to fight our way out the front of the town."

"Can't we just go to the town entrance through the sewers?"

"We'd be taking a risk if we took time heading to the front. They might find the people we took out at the hotel and search around that area. That could work out in our favor, but it could also be bad for us. Worst case scenario, they go down into the sewers to search for us and we could get caught down here."

Emma shrugged, "Well, it's not like I have a good plan, let's just go with it. Which direction's the harbor?"

"I've been keeping track where we've been walking. I hear water flowing here from outside the grate in here."

"Which means we're probably at the other side of the bridge."

"And we turn either left or right here," Amelia flashed her magnifying glass in front of her, revealing a split path ahead of them, "So we make a right here and go straight down to reach the harbor. We'll climb out of here if we see if the coast is clear."

"Sounds good, let's go."

The two advanced, making a right turn and continuing through the dark sewers. Passing through another open grate, the two heard a familiar voice coming from outside.

"Have you found those two yet?" Priest Andrew asked.

"Not yet, sir. We've sent a search party to the hotel and other groups out across town to try and capture them."

Amelia hear panting approaching them.

"Sir! The search party at the hotel has been taken out!"

"What, they've escaped?"

"There were signs of a fight in the fourth floor. Walden's body was found in the room."

"That utter fool!" Priest Andrew seethed, "I knew he would try to kill them. Have any other groups spotted them?"

"No, sir."

"I want you to go and tell every group to speed up their searches. We cannot let those two escape this town. Master Dagon demands those two delivered to him at Devil's Reef by midnight!"

"At once!" The man ran away.

"You!" Priest Andrew addressed the other person.

"Yes?"

"I want you to release the Brute in case those two are hiding in the sewers."

"But sir, how will we contain it again, we can't just-"

"Do it now or I'll personally use you as bait to recapture it again."

The man gulped. "It will be done."

The two kept moving at a more frenzy pace.

"Well they do move fast. Good call on not going to the entrance."

"Thanks, my luck stat's at 100. What the hell did the priest mean by the Brute?"

"I don't know and I sure as hell don't want to know. We've got to hur-"

A loud roar echoed through the tunnel, freezing both of the girls in their tracks. Amelia heard something coming from behind them, sounds of what seemed to be galloping heading towards them. The detective flashed her magnifying glass towards the distance. Something was running towards them on all fours, growling with fury. Amelia and Emma bolted down the sewer, mud splashing every step they took running. Though their legs worked the fastest they could, the thing chasing them was closing the gap further and further. Amelia turned and aimed her rifle behind her, squeezing the trigger. Her bullet struck the creature and it let out an agonized roar, stopping its rampage. The two stopped, watching the creature sit on the ground, growling at them a few feet away.

It was a large monster, its unblinking, dull white eyes staring at Amelia and Emma with vicious intent. It snarled at them with a drooling mouth filled with rows of razor-sharped teeth. The detective gulped when she saw its serrated claws that she thought could cut through flesh and bone in one swipe. Emma spotted a bullet wound in the Brute's thigh, which she pointed out to Amelia. The detective nodded, seeing this as an opportunity to kill it. She aimed her rifle at the monster's head. However, Emma watched as the hole start to close up, the skin and flesh around it sealing up the wound.

The monster shifted its position. Emma's eyes widened.

"Watson!"

As Amelia pulled the trigger the beast lunged at her with a violent roar. Emma tackled Amelia before its claws could pierce right through her. They both fell into the sewage and the creature turned around to attack once more. Amelia scrambled to her feet, grabbing her rifle, and shot the creature as many times as she could before the chamber was empty. The Brute cried out in pain and keeled over, giving enough time for the two of them to get up and run. Not long later, the galloping came back.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Amelia shouted.

"Are we almost there?!" Emma asked, looking behind her.

"We've got to be close!"

Making a sharp turn to the left, the creature crashed into the wall with a loud thud.

"Nice one, dumbass!" Emma taunted.

There was a ladder to their right. Though Amelia's feet started to ache from running, the adrenaline coursing through her gave her that one final push. Emma came to a sudden stop, facing the creature. The Brute lunged forward and Emma ducked down. She jabbed her sword upwards and it connected against the Brute's head, slicing down the middle of the monster and cutting its entire body and half. Blood streamed down her blade, splattering all over her and her clothes.

"Holy shit, Emma!"

"What are you waiting for?! Hurry, before it gets up again!"

Amelia ascended the ladder, bashing the manhole cover above with the butt of her rifle, popping it open. She practically threw herself out of the hole, Emma following behind her. Emma slid the cover back on and sat on the pavement, panting. Amelia kneeled on the floor, taking deep breaths, sewage dripping from her cap onto the floor. The detective stood up, extending a hand towards Emma.

"Well that was...something."

Emma took it, using her blood-soaked katana to support herself. The two were right next to the ocean. Now that the fog has receded, Amelia could see Devil's Reef looming in the distance. A brick warehouse stood before them, the detective presuming it was a dock. Looking around, it seemed like no one had seen the commotion. The two felt overwhelming relief.

"I swear, that bastard better not come out again," Emma remarked.

The two walked into the warehouse, which was unlocked to their surprise. Amelia had her rifle at the ready. There were old, worn boats piled around inside. The inside of the warehouse was dilapidated and it looked like no one had kept any maintenance on the place for years. The two could hear humming nearby. Amelia and Emma turned the corner, seeing a familiar short girl in a shark hoodie picking up a gas canister. Emma stepped forward, her sword at her side, but Amelia stopped her.

"Gura?"




The first thing Mr. Clark wanted to do once he returned to Arkham was to have a drink. Looking out of the carriage, the sun had begun to set beneath the horizon as he arrived in town. He sighed, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, after he saw a group of university students walking around. As the carriage stopped, he stepped out, thanking the man for the ride only to be responded with silence. Shrugging it off, Mr. Clark entered Tiller's Tavern, eager for a moment of relaxation. Heading to the front of the bar, he took his seat on one of the stools next to a woman with long, light pink hair.

"What'll it be?" the bartender asked.

"A shot of whiskey, please."

"Comin' right up."

Mr. Clark pulled out his smartphone and turned his phone on for the first time in months. Service was nonexistent at Innsmouth, so he did not have a chance to call anyone he knew at anytime. The only time he spoke with his family was once every two weeks from one of the only working pay phones in the town. His lock screen displayed himself along with a woman and two children. He dialed his wife's number and pressed the phone to his ear. He greeted her, telling her that his work was done and that he would be home soon. He told her that he missed her and the kids. Before he said goodbye he requested that she kiss his children to sleep on his behalf. He placed the phone on the table and received his drink. After downing his glass, he looked at his watch. He would have to wait until morning before the cab the corporation sent would pick him up. He checked his wallet, seeing that he had a good amount of money to rent a room for a night at one of the hotels nearby.

The woman next to him swirled a glass of red wine in her hands. She caught something foul in the air, a fishy stench. Turning to Mr. Clark, she knew it came from him.

"Do you humans really not know how to clean yourselves," she jabbed, covering her mouth and nose with her hand.

"You talking to me?"

"Who else smells like fish in here?"

"Listen lady, Innsmouth isn't really a pleasant-smelling place."

The woman's face turned from one of revulsion to one of interest. "Wait, you've been to Innsmouth?"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard the rumors a million times alr-"

"Did you by any chance meet a woman named Amelia Watson there?"

"She's a detective, right?"

"Yes. Did she talk to you?"

"Why should I tell you? What's your deal with her anyways?"

"We have business. Now, tell me, did she speak with you or not?"

"I told you already, I'm not telling you that."

The woman's red eyes narrowed. "I have ways to make you talk, don't try my patience."

In any normal situation, Mr. Clark would scoff at the threat, but looking into the woman's eyes made his blood run cold. For a moment, he felt like he was looking into the eyes of Death herself. For reasons he could not explain, the man was completely intimidated. He gulped and asked the bartender for another drink.

"Fine. We did talk."

"About what?"

"I was on a business trip on Innsmouth for a few months for the company I work at. One of my coworkers and the detective came by to collect the info I gathered."

"Why was Watson with your colleague?"

"She was on an investigation and was working with her on it."

"Are they still there?"

"They should. Didn't seem like they'd leave until they were finished with everything."

"I see. Then how did you get back to Arkham?"

"There's a carriage outside that takes people to and from there."

"Take me to it."

Mr. Clark and the woman stepped outside. To his surprise, the carriage was gone. He looked around, checking if it just moved, however it was nowhere to be found.

"That's strange, it should be somewhere here. Maybe someone else wanted a ride or it went back early."

"How disappointing. I was hoping I'd be able to see up with her soon."

"Gura?"

The short girl's attention shifted to the blood and sewage-covered girls. She screamed, dropping the canister and materialized a blue trident in her hands. Amelia waved her hands up.

"Gura it's me, Amelia!"

"A-ame?!"

"You know this girl, Watson?" Emma asked.

The detective nodded. "Yeah, she's the one who rescued me from the middle of the ocean."

"Who's she?" Gura asked, looking at the manager with red all over her clothes.

"Gura, this is Emma. Emma, this is Gura."

"What happened to you two? Why's Emma covered in blood? Why do you two smell like you crawled out of a sewer?"

"We don't have time for this," Emma said.

"It's a long story, we'll talk about it later. What are you doing in Innsmouth, Gura?"

"I came here cause I ran out of gas. There was that mean storm yesterday and I didn't realize I had no gas left. I was too far from Arkham so I stopped by here."

"Did you just arrive?"

"Yeah, about thirty minutes ago. I found some gas lying around so I decided to refuel here. I didn't see anyone around, so I thought this place was abandoned. Well, until you came in."

"Wait, is that a submarine?" Emma interjected, running towards the vehicle partially submerged into the water.

"Yup, the SS Hammerhead."

Emma turned to Amelia. "Watson, you know what this means."

The detective nodded. "Of course. Gura, you came at the perfect time."

"What's going on here? You two look like you've been through hell."

"There's no time to explain, we need to get inside now before-"

The three heard the sound of hundreds of footsteps quickly approaching their position. Gura stuck close to Amelia as they heard chanting outside in another language the detective had never heard of before. The three peeked outside, seeing Priest Andrew with his fish people congregation following behind him. They stood their ground right in front of the warehouse, the priest with a grin on his face. Fishmen with rifles stood beside him, guns at the ready.

"Come out, you two. We heard a scream coming from here. There are fifty of us and only two of you. Come out and accept the responsibility of appeasing our Lord Dagon."

"Who are they?" Gura asked.

"Cultists," Emma replied.

"Seriously? Like those crazy religious people in horror movies?"

"I will give you thirty seconds to surrender. If you do not comply we will have no choice but to use force. Know that you might not leave unharmed."

"He's crazy right, there's no way they'll do that," Gura's voice was becoming more jittery.

"Gura, refuel the sub now. We'll hold them off until you're done."

The girl nodded, returning to the submarine. Amelia and Emma ran to one of the broken boats scattered around the room and pushed them over to create a barricade at the door. It would not last, but it would at least give time for Gura to refuel and for them to plan out their strategy.

"What's the plan, Watson?"

"We just gotta defend our position until Gura gets finished fueling up. Once she's done, we're getting the hell out of here." Amelia pulled out her revolver and reloaded it with the little bullets she kept in her pocket. "Shit, I'm almost out of ammo."

"No worries, if you run out during the fight just go help Gura if she needs it and I'll take care of them."

Thirty seconds had passed. Priest Andrew turned to the man beside him, nodding. He and the first group advanced to the warehouse door. As they stepped inside, they spotted the barricade blocking the door and began to attempt to break it. The sound of bashing alerted the two.

"It's started," Emma unsheathed her sword.

"Gura, how's it going over there?"

"Need a few more minutes, it'll be up and running soon!"

An arm squeezed through the gaps of the barricade. Emma swung her blade down, slicing through the arm. The person on the other side screamed profanities at the top of his lungs. However the effort to break through did not cease and they continued despite one of their numbers being wounded. Gura watched the two as she refueled her sub, her heart beating rapidly. The tank was halfway filled, but the fish people were getting inside. Emma worked the most in fending them off, Amelia wanting to conserve her ammo as much as possible.

"Priest Andrew, we've come with the equipment."

"Good, prepare it at once."

Amelia turned to Emma with a nervous look on her face. The fish people placed something at the door and a bunch of them ran out. The two backed away from the barricade. Amelia could barely react when she heard the sound of an explosion. The force of the blast swept her off her feet into the air for a few seconds. Lying on the floor, she looked towards the barricade, now in shambles. Emma was only a few feet beside her, also recovering from the blast. Apart from the piercing ringing noise in her ears she heard Gura calling out her name. As she got to her feet she saw Emma standing, katana at the ready.

"We're ok Gura, hurry!" Amelia yelled out.

From the smoke a group of fishmen came in, rifles drawn. Emma pounced forward and slashed at the men across the chest before he could react. As the second man realized what happened, Amelia shot her first bullet, going through his head. She ran ahead, punching the third woman walking in and knocking her down. The detective holstered her gun and picked up the shotgun the second man held in his deceased hand. Emma finished taking care of the fourth man, driving her blade through him.

"I'm almost done here guys!" Amelia heard Gura shout.

Amelia peeked out the door and saw more fish people running towards them. She aimed her gun and took shots. The force of the shotgun rounds knocked them back onto each other. Even so, more people came forward.

"Damn, these bastards are persistent!" Amelia remarked as she fired again and again.

"Alright, we're in business!" Gura announced.

"Let's go, Watson!" Emma yelled, running to the sub.

"Right!"

Amelia left her position at the door, stepping over some corpses along her way to the submarine. Someone grabbed her from behind, knocking the wind out of her.

"You aren't leaving here." Priest Andrew struggled.

"Let go of me, you piece of shit!" Amelia elbowed the mad priest in the gut.

As he fell to the floor, the detective kicked him hard in the face, knocking him unconscious. Though he was heavy, Amelia dragged him to the submarine.

"What're you doing with him?!" Emma asked, confused.

"We're taking him with us! We need to know the truth about all this!"

"Fine, toss him inside!"

Amelia dropped his body down the top entrance of the sub. She knew the fall would not kill him. The climbed down as fishmen pouring into the warehouse opened fire on them. Closing the hatch, the submarine descended into the water. As soon as she knew they were safe underwater, she ran out of the control room. Emma and Amelia sat on the floor, panting heavily. The unconscious priest was tied to a chair.

"You two have got some explaining to do," Gura said, crossing her arms.

Amelia explained what had happened since their last meeting and introduced Emma to her again.

"So they chased you at night, you escaped through the sewers, and then met me?"

"Yeah. I wish we met again under better circumstances."

"It's alright, I'm glad you're safe. But what the heck were you two doing here in the first place, you should've known how dangerous it was!"

"She doesn't know?" Emma asked.

"What's she talking about?" Gura turned to Amelia, her eyes with desperate pleading. The detective knew she could not hide the truth any further, after everything that had happened.

"I..." she started. "I'm from the future."

"From the future?"

Amelia looked down. She proceeded to explain to Gura where she came from and the apocalypse that destroyed her future. A frown fell on Gura's face.

"That's horrible. I'm so sorry."

"I'm supposed to be the one apologizing for not telling you."

You...you should've told me."

"Sorry, when you picked me up, I just woke up from the time jump. I was just...so tired."

"It's ok, I forgive you. So the world...is going to end?"

"Not unless we find a way to prevent it."

"So you're trying to find this priestess to do that?"

"About that," Emma interjected. "Watson, didn't you say she was the one who destroyed your home?"

The detective nodded. "She attacked the town I lived in."

Emma took off her glasses. "She could be a possible ally. Are you sure you're fine with that?"

"If saving the world requires it, then I am."

Emma watched her for a moment as she wiped the lens with a cloth. "Alright, just asking."

"You two look like you need some food and rest," Gura commented.

Amelia shook her head. "Not yet, we still need to talk to him."

The three turned to the priest. He began to stir awake. Emma stood up from the floor. Opening his eyes, he started to struggle through his bindings once he realized the situation he was in.

Amelia crossed her arms. "It's no use trying to escape."

"Where am I?" Priest Andrew asked through gritted teeth.

"That's not what you should be worried about right now. We want the truth about this place."

"I'm not talking, especially to the likes of you."

"Oh really?" Emma stepped forward, "We'll make you talk sooner or later."

The priest sneered, "Do you intend to beat it out of me? Seems like something you savages would do."

"We're the savages? No sane person would lead an entire town to hunt down and sacrifice two outsiders."

"You slaughtered civilians."

"And you almost killed a girl who wasn't even part of this," Amelia gestured towards Gura, "Don't even try and guilt-trip us, it was self-defense, we had no choice. Now stop wasting our time and talk."

"You won't get a word out of me."

Emma turned towards the detective. "I don't think he's gonna tell us."

"He will, he just needs some encouragement."

Amelia reached down her leg and grabbed one of the syringes she had placed in a leather holder wrapped around her thigh. Light blue fluid splashed around inside as she pulled off the cap covering the needle. She stood next to the priest, who was now nervous.

"What are you going to do with that?" he asked.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Wait, Ame!" Gura called out, getting the detective's attention. "What's in it, we can't be just sticking needles into people without knowing what's gonna happen to 'em."

"I'm interested too," Emma concurred, staring at it.

"I call it the Watson Concoction. It's a truth serum my family uses when we interrogate suspects that won't talk or when we need answers fast."

"Does it have any side effects?" Emma asked.

"None. We've tested the serum on ourselves and had no bad reactions to it."

"So he'll be fine?"

"He should be, the Watson Concoction's never failed before," Amelia smiled.

The detective injected the serum into the priest's shoulder, who became docile once it was administered. He stared forward in a hypnotic trance.

"D'you wanna talk now?"

He slowly nodded.

"Alright then. Tell us the true history of Innsmouth."

"What I told you earlier about the origins of the town was true. However, I did not tell you about the Deep Ones."

"The Deep Ones?"

"An aquatic race with traits similar to you humans. The Order keeps one living in the sewers."

"We're familiar with it," Emma interjected.

"What does this have to do with the history of the town?"

"Obed Marsh formed an alliance with Lord Dagon and his people. In exchange for plentiful fish and rare minerals to sell to the outside, we would in turn worship Lord Dagon and mate with his people for generations to come."

Emma raised a brow. "Mate? If this has been going on for centuries, does that mean everyone in town is a Deep One?"

"All of the native residents of Innsmouth are Deep Ones, only humans working from outside are not. Though, I should not say they are Deep Ones, at least not yet. While they have aspects of our brothers and sisters living underwater, they are still human as well."

"So they're hybrids..."

"For a time. They shed their humanity as they grow old."

"I'm assuming this is where the Esoteric Order of Dagon come in."

"Yes, as I said before, our founder led this town for decades, shielding our community from outside threats. The great plague that swept Innsmouth never happened. Our founder was wrongfully interrupted during a holy ritual on Devil's Reef and was arrested. Our brethren underwater rose up and freed him, though not to the delight of some of the townsfolk."

"Some? Half of the people living in town then were killed," Amelia said.

"A necessary sacrifice to ensure the longevity of our town's survival."

"You keep mentioning the Deep Ones living underwater. They come from a city in the ocean, right?" Amelia asked.

Gura's interest piqued, she left the kitchen and stood next to Amelia.

"Y'ha-nthlei. Lord Dagon and his loyal subjects' home. When a Deep One renounces their humanity, they go into the sea to live with our lord for eternity."

"So that's why I saw readings on the radar when I was passing through the area before I landed on shore..." Gura commented.

"I told you about the raids of 1927, if I am not mistaken?"

Emma nodded. "Yes, the FBI destroyed the town because of your order's practices. Covered it up as a raid on an illegal alcohol smuggling ring."

"Close. Not only did they discover our practices, but they also found something else."

"The underwater city," Amelia replied.

"Precisely. They sent submarines to destroy our lord's great city."

"Did it work?" Gura asked.

"Of course not. Valiant warriors fought for Y'ha-nthlei's defense. Their attacks were repelled. Unfortunately they could not send any troops to defend Innsmouth our town was destroyed. We lived along the coast for many years afterwards, until our lord gave us the command to resettle and rebuild."

"How did he contact you?"

"The minds of all our brethren are connected, no matter the distance. We are a connected community."

Emma turned to Amelia, "So that's why everyone was onto us even if we were there for a day."

A nervous look appeared on the detective's face. "Wait...did you contact anyone while you were in here?"

"I did speak with Lord Dagon's closest knight. He should know that you will be arriving soon."

The three looked at each other.

Emma shrugged. "Well it wasn't like we were going to go the stealthy way in anyways."

"You're right. If know we're heading there right now, then we shouldn't keep them waiting. Alright, where's the city?"

"It is quite a distance under Devil's Reef, a few hundred miles down."

"Gura, can you take us there?"

The short girl nodded. "It'll take maybe an hour or two."

"Sounds good. Sorry to bring you into this mess."

"I'm too far into this to back out now. You did save me earlier, so it's my turn to help out. You two should eat and change. Leave your clothes in the laundry, I'll try to get it clean before we get there. You can use my room to rest."

Amelia smiled. "Thanks, Gura."

Gura walked into the control room, leaving the two and the priest alone.

"Is he gonna be awake for a while?"

"No the serum will knock him out in a few minutes."

The two headed into Gura's room and after taking turns changing in the bathroom, they stepped outside to see the priest fast asleep. They pulled up some chairs at the table next to the kitchen.

"Gura's clothes are really tight on me," Emma remarked.

Amelia chuckled. "Imagine how it feels for me."

The manager giggled. "Gura's nice."

"Hell yeah she is. I've honestly never met anyone more friendly than her."

"Where's she from?"

"Atlantis. When I met her she told me she wanted to go back."

"But doesn't she know that-"

"No. I didn't have the heart to tell her."

"Understandable. I wouldn't want to either."

"I still want to tell her, I just need to find the right way to."

"Good luck with that."

Gura came out. "We're on course! We're you two talking about something?"

Amelia shook her head, smiling. "Nothing, just about the mission."

"What's on the menu?" Emma asked.

Gura opened her fridge. "I've got some Hot Pockets in the freezer if that's cool with you guys."

"Haven't had one of those in a while," Amelia turned to Emma.

"I haven't eaten one in my life."

The shark girl and the detective gave the manager an incredulous look.

"You serious?" Amelia asked.

"Then what are we waiting for?" Gura said, grabbing three frozen packs, "Let's get you a fresh Hot Pocket!"

After a few minutes spent waiting, from the microwave game three, toasty Hot Pockets. Amelia wasted no time and took a bite into the steaming hot pizza pocket, her eyes widening as she remembered how intense the heat burned her tongue when it was fresh from the microwave. Gura had a similar, albeit more worse experience, as she ate half of the Hot Pocket in a single gulp. As the two desperately breathed in and out to get cold air in, Emma took a small bite out of her pocket, feeling the heat at first but then tasted the other flavors.

"What's the verdict, Emma?" Amelia asked.

"It's pretty good. I think I'll have this for a snack sometimes."

"Glad you liked it," Gura grinned.

Emma smiled. "So Gura, Watson here tells me you came from Atlantis."

The short girl nodded. "Yup, born and raised."

"How long have you been away?"

Gura hesitated for a moment. "About a few months or so."

"Why did you leave Atlantis, then?"

"My parents wanted me to travel around the world so I could have experience for my job later in life. I met Ame here a day ago while I was on my way back home."

"Sounds like your job's really important."

"Yeah, it does," Gura took a sip from her salmon milk. "It's a shame I don't even remember what it is."

Amelia raised a brow. "You don't remember?"

Gura shook her head. "Nope. It's been bugging me since you and I met. I dunno, it's nothing to be worried about right now."

Emma nodded. "Right. We need a plan once we get into the city."

"D'you think they'll attack us as soon as we're in range. The sub can take a beating, but I don't know if it can handle a head on attack."

"The priest already contacted them and told them we're heading there. I think it's safe to assume they'll be expecting us. The problem is if they decide to attack."

"Aren't there any weapons on board, Gura?" Emma asked.

"No, this sub wasn't made for war."

Amelia rested her cheek on her arm. "That means we're going into the viper's den without any way to protect ourselves..."

"We do have a hostage," Emma glanced towards the priest, "Maybe we can use him to stop them from attacking us?"

"Maybe, he was leading the cult. Who knows how valuable he is to Dagon?"

Emma shrugged. "Every way we look at it, they'll be expecting us. We'll just have to wing it. If things go wrong, so be it. We'll roll with the punches."

After having their little break, the two took a much deserved nap. Gura, left to herself, decided to start cleaning. She picked up their bloody, dirt-caked clothes and threw them into the washer. Setting a timer for herself and sitting on the captain's seat in the control room, she wrapped herself in a giant, cozy blanket, drifting off into sleep.

Gura found herself next to a river. She could hear the gentle flowing of the water. A breeze blew her white hair with the wind. The summer sun hung overhead, warming her body. She listened to the buzzing of cicadas and birds in the distance. Turning around, a tall mountain loomed miles away. The sub lightly breached the surface of the water. The rustling of grass and approaching footsteps grabbed her attention, yet as she thought she turned her head her body refused to comply with the command. She stood, completely still, staring at the scenery. A small village was nearby and a few kids were playing at the other side of the river from where she was standing. The footsteps stopped right behind her.

"Gura!" she heard a voice say.

She turned around.

The girl woke up back in the submarine. She rubbed her eyes, hearing the loud chimes from her phone alarm. Turning it off, she sat in silence. There was no light coming in from the outside, only two headlights illuminating the way forward and the various colors coming from the control console. A tear streamed down Gura's cheek and she quickly wiped it, confused.

"Why?"

When Amelia woke up, she felt slightly better than she did before she slept. Though her body ached from all the action that pushed it to its limits, the detective knew the job was not over yet. She would not sleep satisfied unless she knew where to go next. Sitting up, she heard the something in the room spark to life. Gura's voice could be heard through a speaker at the top of one of the walls.

"Rise and shine ladies, we're almost there."

Amelia saw her clean clothes sitting at the foot of the bed and went to get changed. Emma woke up soon after. Stepping into the control room, Amelia saw Gura huddled in a blanket with a box of salmon milk resting on the console in front of her. Amelia and Emma stood by the door.

"How's the priest doing?"

"Still sleeping," Amelia replied, "How's it looking out there?"

"I've been getting a couple of faint readings but it's nothing to be worried about."

"Hey, look over there," Emma pointed outside.

A bright dark green glowed in the distance. As the sub made its approach, Amelia could see shapes forming from the darkness. Formations resembling large, black coral reefs surrounded this glow. Light poured out from rectangular openings in the structures. The detective caught things moving in the dim glow, swimming across. From beside them, Amelia saw a Deep One holding a long spear in its hands staring at them, swimming along with the sub. More Deep Ones surrounded them from all sides, forcing Gura to halt it completely. From inside the sub, Amelia could hear the priest waking up and starting to talk.

"Let's get him."

Emma, her sword at her side, nodded. The two headed into the living room where Amelia released Priest Andrew from his bindings and forcing him to his feet. Pushing him into the control room, Amelia crossed her arms.

"Tell them we want an audience with Dagon."

"I have a better idea, why don't I tell them to tear this ship piece by piece?"

Emma raised the tip of the blade to the priest's throat. "We aren't in the mood for games, old man. Tell them now or we'll give you another dose of Watson's concoction."

"Why, you..." Priest Andrew grumbled, "Fine."

He looked at one of the Deep Ones in front of them. The Deep One looked around at its friends, conversing with them, until it turned back to the priest. He nodded.

"Lord Dagon has agreed to speak with you on the condition you do not bring harm to his subjects."

Amelia nodded. "Fine by us, we didn't want to hurt anyone anyways. Tell them to tell your boss we'll be there soon."

"The guards will escort us to Lord Dagon's temple."

"Sounds good."

Gura started the sub once more as the guards guided them through the city. Amelia saw Deep Ones being ushered into their homes, watching them from windows. Deeper into the town, the detective saw a giant tower of stone. Not only did the shape of the structure, which reminded her of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, intrigued her, but also the creature sitting at its peak. It was a beast similar to Dagon depicted in the painting at the church, but had noticeable differences. It had seven heads attached to long necks that looked in all directions with dead eyes. With its tail coiled up, the creature turned its attention to them as they passed by staring at them with all its seven heads. Priest Andrew stared at it in utter awe, kneeling at the floor.

"Mother Hydra..."

"Huh?"

"Lord Dagon's other half. She guards the prison below. Finally, to see her with my own eyes is a blessing."

"Didn't know the big guy had a wife," Emma remarked.

"What's in the prison?" Amelia asked.

"Unfathomable abominations too destructive to be kept free. Be thankful that Mother Hydra protects us."

The sub moved onward, reaching a massive temple. The entrance was large enough to fit fifty submarines through. Gura marveled at the sight, leaning forward in her chair to see the temple's ceiling above her. Giant windows lined the sides of the temple. The guards moved upward, prompting Gura to begin rising. As they ascended, the green glow became brighter and brighter, almost becoming blinding. The sub reached the surface. The three girls and Priest Andrew climbed out of the sub and stepped onto the stone platform in front of the sub. Climbing up some stairs, they found themselves in a vast room. The Deep Ones that had brought them there stood in two lines on Amelia's left and right. The group's footsteps echoed around across the expanse. In the center of the room was an imposing obelisk that towered over the group as they made their way deeper inside. The symbols Amelia and Emma saw in the painting were engraved into the pillar.

"This must be the temple's inner sanctum," Priest Andrew remarked.

The ground beneath them rumbled. A sinking feeling came in the detective's stomach, as she looked up at the pillar. Gura thought her heart would beat out of her chest. From behind the pillar, a creature rose from the depths. The priest kneeled on the floor in worship. A serpentine body wrapped around the obelisk with arms clinging on to it as well. The dead eyes of the gargantuan beast looked down at the four with a growl. A moment of tense silence set in, with the three girls speechless to start anything.

"My lord, forgive me for my incompetence," Priest Andrew broke the stillness.

"Silence! Your foolishness has led to the loss of a large number of my people. You bring failure and yet you still have the audacity to speak with me?" Dagon said in a guttural voice. "You two," he pointed at Amelia and Emma with a sharp finger. "I must respect you for having the courage to face me after what you two have done to my people."

"We didn't mean any harm," Amelia explained, "We just wanted to talk with you."

"Why would I speak with someone who has wronged my people?"

"We were trying to defend ourselves!"

"Lies! Guards, dispose of them."

The Deep Ones nodded and raised their spears, beginning to approach the group.

"Wait, this is bullshit! I thought you'd talk to us if we didn't hurt anybody!"

"I wanted to bring you here to execute you personally."

The guards closed in, ready to strike.

Emma unsheathed her katana. "This isn't looking too good."

"Well at least you've got a weapon."

Gura turned to Amelia. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

The shark girl closed her eyes and with a flash of blue light, a trident materialized in her hands.

"Halt," Dagon commanded. "That trident...little one, would you perhaps be an Atlantean?"

"Well...yeah. What's it to you?" Gura asked with a confused tone.

"What is an Atlantean doing with these savages?"

"They aren't savages! They're telling the truth, they were trying to protect themselves!"

"Priest, have you deceived me?"

The three glared towards Priest Andrew.

"No, my lord, they're lying! I would never lie to you!"

"Bullshit!" Emma shouted, "He tried to kill us, even Gura! She wasn't even a part of this!"

Dagon turned to Gura. The shark girl nodded.

"Take this priest to the prison. No one attempts to kill an Atlantean and gets away with it."

The guards took Priest Andrew away despite his pleas for help.

"She tells the truth, I see it in her eyes," Dagon declared, "Millions of years ago we were forced off our land by the Elder Things. We were a nomadic people until we met the Atlantians. They treated us with compassion and sympathy, helping us find a new home for ourselves. Without them, our people would have been wiped out long ago. We owe a great deal to the Atlantians for all they have done for us."

"Really? My parents never told me about this. I'm glad my people helped you out. I'm sorry this was all one big misunderstanding."

Dagon shook his head. "We should be apologizing."

"My friends need your help."

"Very well."

Gura nodded to Amelia. "I'm looking for a Great Old One. Are you one of them?"

"No, I am only the leader of my people, nothing more."

Amelia sighed. "Do you know where I can find one?"

"Perhaps."

"What do you mean?"

"In order for me to tell you you must promise me this: never tell your leaders on land anything about us. We would like to live in peace."

"And let you continue sacrificing innocents?"

"There is no room for negotiation."

Amelia sighed. "Fine."

"Seek the Great Dreamer in the ancient city of R'lyeh. My people have made pilgrimages to this place for millions of years. To meet the Great Dreamer, one must pass his trial."

"What kind of trial?"

"A perilous journey through the storm surrounding the island. Many pilgrimages end because of this challenge. But those who emerge victorious can live on the island in his domain. I may point you in the correct path, but success falls only under your own abilities."

"I'll get through this."

"We will see."

Amelia turned towards Emma and she stepped forward, taking out the peculiar red mask. "I wanted to ask you if you knew what this was."

Dagon grimaced, shielding his eyes. "Do my eyes deceive me? This mask, could it be?"

"What?"

"Dispose of the mask immediately. Nothing good will come out of keeping it."

"What is it?"

"Enough, I refuse to speak any longer. Do not test the powers of the Crawling Chaos. Discard it from your possession at once," Dagon turned to Gura, "It was nice to meet you, young Atlantian. May our paths cross again one day."

"Wait!"

Gura and Emma had little time to react before Dagon slithered back into the darkness once more, never to be seen again.

Amelia, Gura, and Emma stood at the docks of Arkham. The sun was beginning to rise in the horizon and the night began to recede. A few hours passed since their meeting with Dagon in the underwater city of Y'ha-nthlei. They left the city with applause from the citizens who saw Gura sitting at the control room of the submarine. All Gura could do was smile and wave with a blush on her face. Despite how peculiar the situation was, Amelia was happy for the shark girl. Emma stretched with a yawn.

"That was one hell of night."

Amelia chuckled. "You could say that again."

"So what's next for you?"

"Going to that island, of course. I need to find the priestess."

"You planning on going on your own, huh? Well I won't let you. I'm taking you there," Gura crossed her arms.

"Seriously?! It's gonna be dangerous!"

"Pfft, dangerous my butt. Don't you remember what just happened? If I could go through all that, then this should be a breeze. Besides, I don't want the world to end as much as you do. I'm not going home till we save the world."

The fiery look in Gura's eyes told Amelia all she needed to know.

She sighed. "Alright then. So what's next for you Emma?"

"I'm writing a report to the higher-ups about all this, about your situation and this whole mask business. I wonder why the big guy was so angry about it."

"Well, I guess this is goodbye for now," Amelia outstretched a hand, "It was nice working with you, Emma."

Emma took her hand and shook. "It was nice working with both of you too."

The manager reached into her pocket and pulled out a mildly wrinkled card. She handed it over to the detective, who notice the blue Hololive logo on the front.

"Here's my business card, call me if you need anything."

Amelia nodded. Emma walked into town, leaving the two.

"Well, it's time to set sail for that island."

"It might take a while, wanna play some games on the way?"

Gura grinned. "You know it."

Emma walked through the empty streets of town. It was six o'clock in the morning in Arkham and apart from some early birds taking a stroll through town there was nobody around. The manager thought about what to do once she got home, other than procrastinating in writing the mission report. The mystery of the mask prodded at her mind as she made her way to the center of town to catch her ride home.

"Hey," a voice called out.

Emma stopped and looked behind her shoulder. A woman of tall stature approached the manager, her pink hair flowing in the wind. She noticed the woman's red eyes that mirrored her own. Emma adjusted her glasses and sighed, thinking it was just a weird tourist asking for directions.

"Can I help you?"

"You know Amelia Watson, don't you?"

Emma's heart skipped a beat. "What?"

"You've been tagging along on her little trip to Innsmouth, am I wrong?"

"No idea what you're talking about," the manager started to leave.

The woman placed a hand on her shoulder. She had one ferocious grip and an ice cold touch that made Emma shudder. The manager shook her hand off and glared at the stranger, face-to-face.

"What do you want?"

"Amelia Watson. Where is she?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"We have business. I'm not going to ask again. Tell me where she is. Now."

"I'm warning you, back off."

The woman sighed. She stared into Emma's eyes, attempting to mind control her. The manager's eyes narrowed, unaffected.

Emma smirked. "Was that supposed to do something?"

"Alright then, I guess we'll have to do this the hard way," an amused smile flashed across the woman's face.

Before she could react, the woman jabbed Emma in the face, sending her flying to the floor.

The woman stepped forward, cracking her knuckles. "Talk."

Emma felt her cheek stinging from the blow but suffered no visible injury. "So we're gonna play that way, huh?"

The manager stood up, facing her opponent. The woman punched, but Emma dodged it, stepping back and kicked her in the face when she saw an opening. The woman recoiled back, but she did not fall. Emma tackled her enemy while she recovered from the kick, knocking both of them to the floor. The manager swung her fist, striking the woman's head over and over. The woman grimaced, looking at Emma with an annoyed look. She pushed her off with one hand, launching her back with enough force to create distance between the two.

Emma jumped up and unsheathed her katana. "You're one tough bitch, y'know that?"

The stranger smirked, grabbing the scythe hanging behind her back. "We both know who's gonna come out on top, so why not make it easier on yourself and give me what I want."

"Not a chance in hell," Emma rushed forward.

The manager slashed, but her attack was parried by the scythe's blade. The woman swung her scythe overhead and brought it down on Emma. She sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blade as it sunk into the concrete below with a resounding crack. The woman struggled to pull the blade from the ground and Emma swung down in her vulnerable position. The sword sliced through the arm the woman used to block the brunt of the blow. The woman managed to pull the scythe out and jumped back from Emma's next swing. Black strings sprouted from the woman's stump of an arm and they slithered towards her decapitated limb. As they attached to it, the limb zipped back on to her arm, good as new.

Emma watched in awe. "What the hell are you?"

"Understand now? You can't beat me."

Emma shot forward, her katana clashing with the snath of the woman's scythe.

"What business do you even have with Amelia anyways?"

"That friend of yours has committed a sin."

"Like what? She doesn't seem like a person who'd do something evil."

"To cheat death is a horrendous crime."

"What do you mean?"

"Her soul was to be claimed by my master that day in the future. She escaped destiny by traveling back in time. My master sent me here to get it back."

"So what, you're here as his errand girl? Don't you have other souls to reap?"

The woman snarled. "Don't you dare call me an errand girl when you're one yourself."

The woman struck Emma at the side of her head with the bottom of the snath, stunning her with more than enough time to deal a critical blow. She grabbed Emma by the collar and proceeded to punch her in the face. Emma could only see stars as the woman ended her onslaught. The woman raised the blade of the scythe to her throat.

"Talk or else you definitely won't like what happens next."

Blood dripping from her bottom lip, Emma looked down, ashamed. "Fine. She's traveling to an island, to a city called R'lyeh."

"Where is it?"

"Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. That's all I know."

The woman pulled the blade away, dropping Emma to the floor. "Thanks for the info."

Emma sat on the floor, wiping the blood on her chin. "Who are you?" she asked the woman as she started walking away.

The woman turned back to Emma with her scarlet eyes. "Mori Calliope."

A couple of days had passed since their departure from Arkham. The two had made their way down the eastern coast to cross the Panama Canal. Passing through was simple because of Amelia's status in the International Detective Organization. While the two waited for their submarine to be refueled, a short bus ride took them to a nearby town. They grabbed a quick bite to eat and walked around. Amelia spotted a store selling firearms. The detective, unsure what could happen in the future, decided to stock up on revolver ammunition in order to defend themselves from anything that posed a threat. She also found an average hunting rifle that would be useful and bought it. Satisfied with her purchase, Amelia and Gura returned to the submarine and reached the other side of the canal.

Amelia Watson opened the hatch on the top of the SS Hammerhead when they were a fair distance from the mainland, peaking out to the open Pacific Ocean. Before they left Y'ha-nthlei, the detective asked one of the Deep One guards where to find the ancient city of R'lyeh.

"The Great Dreamer lies in what you humans call the Pacific, in eternal slumber."

"The Pacific's a big place bud. You'll have to be more specific."

"No one knows the true location of the city."

"Then how do your people find this place?"

"As we are connected with Lord Dagon, the Great Dreamer communicates with us. Though we cannot speak with him directly, he sends us messages through dreams in order for us to complete our pilgrimages."

Amelia climbed back down into the submarine and met Gura in the control room.

"How's it looking out there, Ame?" Gura asked, pressing a few buttons on the control panel.

"We're all set. Now to get to the middle of the ocean," Amelia replied.

"It's harder than it seems. I thought we could use the navigation app, but there's no one place this city could be."

"The only hint they gave us was that there'd be a storm surrounding the place, but that doesn't narrow it down any less."

"We got all the way here and we don't even know where to go..."

"Say, maybe you can do some magic and talk to the Dreamer."

"I'm an Atlantean, not a miracle worker."

Amelia giggled. "Well, maybe we should call Emma about this. Maybe she knows someone who can help us out."

Gura handed her phone over to the detective, who pulled the business card from her pocket. Dialing the number, Amelia put it on speaker so Gura could hear and raised the phone to her mouth.

"Cover Corporation Office, Emma speaking."

"Yo Emma, it's Amelia."

"Amelia? How's the search going?"

"We just crossed the Panama Canal and we're at the Pacific Ocean now."

"Where's Gura?"

"Right here, Emma, I'm doing good!" Gura called out from her seat.

"How's things over there going?"

"Fine, I just finished my report on five cups of coffee."

"Sounds like you need some sleep."

"Trust me, I crashed when I got back to the office. Didn't help at all," Emma chuckled, "The higher-ups want my report by the end of the day, so here I am. Anyways, what do you need?"

"Well, we have no idea where to go from here. We were thinking someone that knows how to travel the seas could point us in the right direction," Amelia explained. "You know anyone like that?"

"Hm...I might know someone that could help. I'll have to check if she's around there though. Wait there."

Amelia and Gura waited for Emma to reply. The detective hoped she could find the person who could help them.

"Alright, good news, she's in the area. She and her crew should be in Hawaii right now."

"Who are we looking for?"

"You might know her, her name's Houshou Marine."

Gura turned to Amelia. "The woman on the navigation app?"

"She works for you?" Amelia asked.

"Yup, apart from being the mascot of the GPS app, she one of our operatives. She's on an investigation right now at sea. If anyone was a master at navigating the seven seas, it'd be her."

"What's she investigating?"

"I'm not in charge of her branch, so I'm not sure, but judging by how the higher-ups need a special operative to do this, I think it's important."

"I see. So what's she like?"

"One of the most rowdy, no bullshit people you'll ever meet. We work at the same office and it feels like she's the most energetic thing in the room. Every Friday when her branch goes to the izakaya near our office, she drinks like there's no tomorrow. Trust me, I've been invited on occasion, you don't want to see what happens when she's wasted."

"You said she was a pirate?"

"One of the best. Her skill with her cutlass and flintlock pistol are unmatched. I've spared with her a couple of times and we've always been evenly matched. The only other person I've seen that could rival her skill with a gun is you. She knows the ways of the sea like the back of her hand."

"This girl could really help us out," Gura remarked.

"Alright then, we'll meet up with her," Amelia told Emma.

"Cool, I'll send her a message."

"Thanks, Emma."

"One last thing, do you know someone named Mori Calliope?"

"Who's that?"

"She's looking for you. She beat me half to death wanting to know where you were."

"Holy shit, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm all good. My body's aching all over but I'll be fine. That girl is hunting you down. She's dangerous."

"Why does she want me?"

"Something about you cheating death."

Amelia sighed. "Well that's pleasant. Another great thing to add to list. Thanks for the warning."

"Stay safe."

Emma hung up.

"We're setting course for Hawaii, it'll be another few hours till we get there."

"That girl Emma was talking about," Amelia started, "I hope she isn't following us."

By the time the coast of the Hawaii came into view, the moon hung in the sky. Shimmering stars dazzled the two as they surfaced. Amelia pointed at the large pirate ship parked at the nearby beach. The submarine came to a complete stop a few yards next to it. Exiting the SS Hammerhead, Amelia felt the cool night breeze and listened to the waves crashing against the sand. She caught the scent of cooked seafood in the air. Gura looked around, seeing people lounging around. A few glanced towards them as they passed by the two and the submarine.

"When was the last time you came to the beach, Ame?" Gura asked as they walked through the beach.

"A few years ago. Well, when I was living in the future, of course. My family took a big vacation and we all met up at the beach. We would go out to the water and swim."

"Are you a good swimmer?"

"Yeah, I'd say so. How 'bout you, Gura?"

"Well duh, I was born underwater."

Amelia grinned. "You seem like the kind of person who needs floaties."

"What do you..." Gura had a moment of realization and her face went red, "Hey!"

Amelia laughed as the short girl jabbed her in the arm. Her annoyance was short lived, as she started giggling soon after. The detective heard cheering and jovial singing coming from a bar at the beachfront. Two burly men stood by the door as Amelia and Gura approached.

"You here for something, missy?"

"Your captain's expecting us."

The man turned to his partner, telling him to go in. A couple of minutes later, his partner came back out, nodding towards the man.

"Alright, you can go in."

Amelia and Gura stepped into the bar. It was a full house, with men and women sitting in all the seats. A couple of pirates were playing cards at one table. Two groups threw shot glasses at each other in a drunken stupor from across the room. Some men were passed out, unconscious on the floor. From the front of the room, a woman with a pirate hat, an eyepatch, and a red dress stood up raising a mug filled to the brim with beer.

"Oi, pirates, another drink on me!"

The detective's ears were blasted with thunderous cheers and songs. The woman chugged the mug in one gulp with a large grin on her face. The two walked over to her, Gura stepping over a man lying face down on the ground.

"You're Houshou Marine?"

The woman took a seat on her stool. "That's Senchou to you. Emma told me you two were coming. Bartender, another one!"

"We need your help."

Marine scoffed. "I don't know if Emma told you, but we're on a mission right now."

"Can't it wait? We really need to find something."

"You think I have time to waste going out of my way to help you out? My crew and I are busy at the moment."

"Doing what, getting drunk?"

"What can I say, my men deserve a break for all their hard work. I'll say it again, we're on a mission. We don't have time to help you."

"But Emma said you'd help us," Gura said.

"I didn't promise anything, I only said I'd just meet you here."

"Why would you agree to meet us if you knew you'd just say no?"

"Let's just say I owe Emma a few favors. Now that you two have arrived here I can cross one off the list. Sorry to say this, but you're on your own," Marine raised her fresh mug of beer to her lips.

"We're trying to find an ancient city and your our only hope of finding it!"

Marine's eyes widened. "An ancient city?"

"A place called R'lyeh. It's somewhere in the Pacific, but we can't find it."

"Well that's interesting." The pirate placed her mug on the counter. She remained silent for a moment before speaking again. "Very well, I might be able to help you out."

"Really?" Amelia and Gura asked in unison.

"But first," Marine raised her index finger, "you need to prove to me that you deserve my help."

"How?" the detective asked.

"That's for you to figure out. Do something to impress me or my men and I'll decide whether or not you'll get my help."

Amelia and Gura stepped outside, unsure of what to do. They decided to head back to the sub to brainstorm.

"Any ideas?" Amelia asked, sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Nope, I've got no clue."

"Me either."

For a while the two sat in silence. Amelia lied down, her arms behind her head, staring at the ceiling overhead. Gura sat on a beanbag chair, mind in the clouds. The clock ticked, the hour hand hitting nine. Amelia noticed the door to Gura's room opening and peered at it. A small shark with a little red hat and enclosed in a bubble floated outside, heading towards Gura. Gura looked up as the shark landed on the tip of her nose, staring down at her with curious eyes.

"Hi there, Bloop. Whatcha up to?"

Bloop motioned towards the ukulele sitting at the dining table. Gura stood up and grabbed it.

"Wanna hear a song?"

Upon receiving a nod, Gura proceeded to strum a few chords, humming a pleasant melody. Bloop smiled, swaying around to the tune. Amelia couldn't help but smile herself.

"You didn't tell me you could sing like an angel, Gura."

Gura blushed. "Thanks, Ame."

Amelia giggled to herself, turning her attention back to the ceiling. "What kind of music do you think the Captain and her crew likes? Maybe rock?"

Gura's eyes widened. "Ame, you genius."

"What?"

Marine enjoyed another drink. She felt a tap on her shoulder and saw the two girls standing behind her with eager looks on their faces.

"Oh, you two. I thought you weren't coming gonna come back."

"We're ready," Amelia said.

"Who's up first?"

Amelia turned to Gura, giving her a nod.

"Me."

"Alright then," Marine whistled, getting the attention of all her crew in the room, "OK everyone, little miss shark girl here's gonna give us a little entertainment! Take it away, short stuff!"

Gura held on tight to her ukulele and stood up on one of the vacant tables. Marine and the crew watched her with awaiting eyes. She turned to Amelia, who gave her an encouraging smile. Gura looked back to the crowd, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Um..." she started, a nervous tone in her voice, "This is an old song but one you might know so, uh, sing along if you want, haha." She laughed awkwardly.

She held her ukulele in the crook of her arm, positioning her fingers over the right strings.

"What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Early in the morning!"

Amelia was impressed with how strong and loud Gura could raise her voice, while maintaining the elegance of her normal singing. The crew's went from being unimpressed to starting to pay attention. Marine leaned in forward, becoming interested.

"Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Shave his belly with a rusty razor, Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Early in the morning!"

By the time Gura finished the fourth verse, Amelia could hear a few people in the room begin to hum along.

"Put him in a long boat till his sober, Put him in a long boat till his sober, Put him in a long boat till his sober, Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Early in the morning!"

A few more people began to quietly sing along. Marine glanced around the room. Gura's voice never faltered and she continued.

"Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom, Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom, Stick him in a scupper with a hosepipe bottom, Early in the morning!Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Early in the morning!"

The singing became louder and more people joined in. Gura's nervous expression began to fade as she saw what was unfolding in front of her.

"Put him in the bed with the captains daughter, Put him in the bed with the captains daughter, Put him in the bed with the captains daughter, Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Early in the morning!"

The entire room, apart from Marine whose mouth curled in to a soft smile, was singing along to Gura's sea shanty. Amelia joined in with the crowd who sang in perfect unison.

"That's what we do with a drunken sailor, That's what we do with a drunken sailor, That's what we do with a drunken sailor, Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Early in the morning! Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Way hay and up she rises, Early in the morning!"

As Gura sang, the crew's chants increased in volume, almost to a deafening degree. A few men were standing with their arms around each other, swinging their mugs of beer from side to side. The shark girl grinned from ear-to-ear. The captain clapped along, beaming in delight. After they finished the final verse, the entire bar exploded in jubilant approval. Amelia helped Gura step down from the table and complimented her. A couple of the men and women walked over and raised a glass to her. A man even gave her a slap on the back with a hearty laugh, startling Gura.

"She may be a young lass, but she has a voice that could shake the heavens!" one of the pirates commented.

Marine stood up. "Well, I had no idea you could sing. It's been a while since a shanty got me this revved up. Good on you, Gura!"

"Thanks, Senchou!"

The captain turned to Amelia. "As for you, I don't know how you can one-up this."

Amelia flashed a confident smile. "Trust me, you'll be interested in this."

Marine crossed her arms. "Oh really? Well then, out with it."

"Senchou Marine, I challenge you to a duel."

The room went silent. Flabbergasted faces spread across the room. Gura had a nervous expression, even after expecting this to happen. Marine began to laugh, the only sound in the room apart from the quiet conversations amongst the crew talking about how Amelia was in over her head challenging the captain. The detective remained unfazed.

"A duel?"

"A little friendly competition."

"What did you have in mind?"

"A game on how skilled we are our guns."

At this point the crew started to chuckle at Amelia's proposal.

"You do know who you're talking to, right?"

"Emma told me you have a good shot, but I want to test that."

"How do you suggest we do that?"

"Easy, just take a couple of bottles and shoot 'em. Gura here's gonna give us a countdown when to draw. We shoot ten bottles. Whoever hits the most bottles wins."

"And you really wanna do this knowing who you're going against."

"Hey, I'm a competitive person. I love a good challenge. Besides, I think you'll be in for one hell of a treat."

Marine smirked. "Don't act too confident. It'll feel even worse when I kick your ass."

The crew, interested in seeing if Amelia could talk the talk and also walk the walk, got the bottles ready swiftly. They watched as Amelia and Marine stood side-by-side a few yards away from the front of the bar. A woman placed a bottle on the counter. They both kept their hands near the holsters of their guns, prepared to shoot at the drop of a needle. Gura sat at one of the tables watching Amelia, who noticed her and gave her a reassuring smile. Gura sighed.

"Alrighty. When I say draw you shoot. I'll count down from three. Are you two ready?"

The two nodded, not breaking eye contact with the two bottles in front of them.

"Three...two...one...draw!"

Amelia pulled out her revolver and shot. Marine pulled out her flintlock pistol and shot. The captain's bullet pierced the bottle, making it explode into pieces. The detective's bullet missed the mark by a couple of inches, embedding itself in the wall behind. The crew chuckled. Marine tilted her head towards Amelia, giving her an unimpressed look.

"Unlucky shot," the detective said with a smile, twirling her gun in her hand.

Placing their handguns away. The shattered bottle was replaced with a new one.

"Senchou one, Amelia zero."

The next countdown came. The two took their shots, Marine's hitting once more. This time, Amelia scored a direct hit. The crew were still unmoved. With both bottles destroyed and replaced, the two got ready again. The result for the third, fourth, and fifth shots remained unchanged. Amelia and Marine would hit their shots on target. The crew leaned in more and more as the two would fire their guns at the same time, staying on par with each other. The sixth and seventh shots both reduced the bottles to hundreds of shards. On the eighth shot, the two drew their guns and fired. Amelia's bullet hit the bottle, however Marine's missed the mark by a few centimeters. The captain, along with most of her crew had their eyes wide. Some had their jaws dropped, blinking once or twice to make sure they just saw what happened. The two hit their ninth shot and were tied.

"Let's make things a little interesting," Amelia said.

"What do you have in mind?"

"If I win, you tell me your mission."

"And if I win?"

"I'm up for anything you choose."

Marine chuckled. "Then I'll have you swab the deck squeaky clean."

"You're on."

"Alright, you two ready?" Gura called out. Upon receiving a nod in reply from both girls, Gura continued. "OK...three..."

Amelia's fingers were at the ready, gliding just above the grip of her revolver.

"...two..."

Marine stared at the bottle straight ahead, refusing to blink even for a second.

"...one..."

Amelia felt sweat drip down the back of her neck. She did not know if it was because of the tropical climate or the tension.

"...fire!"

The detective drew her gun in less than a second and fired. Her eye on the bottle, the captain took a shot at the same time. Both bullets struck their targets simultaneously. The match ended in a draw. The crew gave the two a round of applause. Amelia twirled her revolver in her hand, holstering it. Marine turned to the detective with an satisfied smile.

"So you kept up with me, huh? You're good, I'll give you that.

"You're not too bad yourself, Senchou."

The captain let out an amused laugh. "Men, I'd like to introduce your new guest crew mates."

The crew raised a mug with an exuberant "Ahoy!" to the two girls, who gave each other a fist bump.

"Nice shooting, partner."

"Thanks! Can't beat your singing though."

"Alright you two," Marine started, picking up a new mug of beer from the counter, "I'll let you in on mission we're on."

"But didn't we tie?" Amelia asked.

"I had fun, so I'll tell you anyways."

"Alright, go on."

"We're also on a journey to your ancient city."

"You guys too?" Gura asked.

"I thought so, why else would you make a 180 after refusing us? Have you found it?"

"Unfortunately we haven't. All I was told was that it was somewhere in the ocean."

"Why are you after the city?"

"The corporation sent us here to find the city, but I only accepted to do it for one reason. One word: treasure. Who knows what kind of riches await us there?"

"So you're in it for the money?" Amelia asked.

"Well of course, we're pirates! With that money we could make improvements on the ship and add new things to it. Think of all the things you'd do with the treasure, think big."

Gura perked up, a huge grin on her face. "Ame, we can do so much with the treasure. I could buy new defenses for the sub! I can buy that karaoke machine I've always wanted!"

The captain grinned. "Now that's what I'm talking about."

Amelia smiled. "We could do a lot, but we don't even know if it exists. Remember Gura, we aren't going there to find treasure."

"Oh right, old guy first, treasure second!"

Marine turned to the detective with a curious look, sipping her beer. "So why are you two going there anyways?"

"We're trying to find a deity."

"A deity? Like a god?"

"The deity is called the Great Dreamer. He lives in that city."

"Senchou!" a pirate called out, stopping Marine from asking more questions.

"Yes?"

"We found someone on board the ship."

The three girls and the crew left the bar and saw a few men dragging something by its arms. Its was emaciated and unable to resist. The men dropped it at Marine's feet.

"We found it in the cargo hold. Didn't even try to fight back."

Amelia looked down at it. The green, scaly skin, fins, and blank eyes were unmistakable. A Deep One sat at the captain's feet.

"A stowaway, huh?"

"What should we do with it, Senchou?" a pirate in the crowd behind her asked.

"Wait," Amelia interjected, "you're a Deep One, aren't you?"

The fishman raised his head. "Yes."

Gura helped the Deep One get to his feet.

Amelia recalled her talk with the guard, her eyes lighting up. She turned to Marine. "Senchou, we're gonna need his help."

"How so?"

"Deep Ones travel to the ancient city. He can lead us to there."

"Can you?"

The creature nodded.

"Very well," Marine faced her crew, "Pirates! We're setting sail immediately. Get the ship ready for departure."

"Aye, aye, Senchou!" the crew sprinted for the boat.

"You two, I'll have some of my most trusted men guarding your submarine. We don't know what's going forward, but at least we can defend ourselves on my boat. The same can't be said about your sub. I want you two to get our guide here some food and rest."

"Got it, Senchou!" Gura and Amelia shouted.

The boat floated out from the beach. Gura stood at the side of the deck looking out the the Hawaiian coast as it drifted further and further into the distance. Amelia gave the Deep One a bowl of soup, nodding as he thanked her for helping him.

"Don't thank me, thank the captain."

With the moon still high in the sky, Houshou Marine's galleon set course to the ancient city of R'lyeh.

Thanks for the dump.

boingboing

Watsons, watsons....

Anyone has that gif of her patting her puppy? :3

gem

>>35480771

What the fuck

>>35628487
The things I want to do to her Watsons.

>>35628487
Sexy Watson

>>35480771
>Detective Watson is tasked with a case
She's searching for her board.

>>35642749
She found it

Her gigantic tits don't match her small stature.

Accident prone detective.

>>35653972
Cute ship

>>35615832
I’m just surprised the Meido had genuinely gotten so retarded that he can’t spot someone jumping proxies
Maybe he’ll breakout the SmugAme pics next?

Great thread. Almost at a hundred.

>>35661451
At this point I no longer have any doubt that this is a /qa/ raid, supported by a mod who loves /qa/ (likely the same who made the wojak sticky last December).

>>35661658
At this point I no longer have any doubt that your forensic linguistic skills are sorely lacking.

>>35661451
>>35661658
Yeah, also here he is, same format and everything
Trolling is supposed to be a bannable offense but I guess it doesn’t matter to the subhuman with mod priviledges.
>>35661580

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pu-Uz7UrdMA

>>35661737
Dismissing a possibility just because you don't it is very poor detective practice.
Then again I don't think Ame is a very good detective so it fits.

>>35661873
Since I am not a raider from /qa/ or /i/ or /fox11buyadog/ I already know that the ZOMFG RAID IN PROGRESS theory is deeply flawed.

>>35480794

>>35663639
Cute Boy

>>35662613
AmeChikan.

>>35669775
Do not grope.

>>35671869
But I want to.

>>35663639
Funny seeing facebook selfies stay up forever while people telling the vtuber threads to move to /vt/ get warned for off-topic. Says a lot about the current situation.

ground pound

Country road, take me home. To a place I belong.
Back to Page 1, far from page 10
Country road
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mf7yIebPlE

Based Ame

>>35673675
Funnier is seeing this one in particular being deleted, only because it was pointed out (as well as the post pointing it out), but not the many other posts exactly like that one, made all over this spam of vtuber threads.
Seriously, janitor, what's your plan here?

>>35480771

>>35677786
Rape. Rape Ame.

>>35681597
Do not rape.

>>35624812

>>35480771

>>35480771
Good job.

>>35480771
And what case would that be?

>>35681597
act right, go to bed.

>>35480771
the case of how jp got infested by vtrannies

>>35480771
No Detective.

>>35482087
She's not that fat!

1 month Ame thread go.

>>35700895
Fat in chest.

Yes we go.

>>35700977
>Fat in chest.
Fair enough.

>>35704389
So cute

>>35480771
Investigate why /jp/ became fast.

>>35480771
Ame. No.

>>35704389
Looking under her skirt.

>>35480771
Detective no.

>>35681597
Stay away from my wife

>>35716945
Mel looks so good with Watson's outfit

>>35480771
Watson no

I love you Watson.

Fucking Watson.

Doc

Watson pantyhose.

>>35737834
Hot

My watsy

Pretty based

>>35480771

>>35753632

>>35480771
undercover JK

Towa's wife.

>>35766009
She has two wives?

>>35768032
Ame is her overseas wife.

>>35480771

>>35764851
Under whose covers?

>>35480771

>>35779411
Sharkwife.

Watson no

Good

>>35787019
sniff

>>35787019
Slutty Watson.

>>35480771
Fucking watsom

>>35480771
Detective is sexy.

>>35813143
Is this Shark and Ame's daughter?

>>35480771
Assist Detective Watson.

>>35827749
Cute

>>35832107

Watson is so close now.

>>35839263
Nice thigh.

so we already know that Kiara only likes a certain type of men. Do you think the same is true for ame?!

>>35480771

>>35841078
She likes Sharks.

Touch Watsons.

Suck Watsons.

Fuck Watsons.

Watson Paizuri.

>>35480771
Watson just no.

>>35480771
This cute detective.

>>35856053
Smug Ame.

>>35480771
Watson no.

>>35480771
Is Papa proud of her?

I want to FUCK Watson.

Ina too~!

creampie watson.

Oh no, looks like you were too slow while trying to bump every thread at the same time and let like 5 of them die.

>>35862079
Me too

whore

Hail to the Queen.

>>35623586
>>35623600
>>35623611
>>35623618
>>35623628
>>35623640
>>35623651
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>>35623688
>>35623700
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>>35623741
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>>35624071
nice fanfic bro

>>35868551
Date Watson.

>>35868601
Thanks, I wrote it myself.

>>35869179
Have you got an AO3?

>>35869682
I want to sleep with her.

Why is she so smug?

>>35874848
My OTP.

Fast /jp/.

>>35879360
We made it fast.

Ame sure is cute today

Her giggles are so cute bros...

what's with her obsession with simians?

Ame will be one month old soon.

>>35888101
happy bday ame

>>35888112
Yep.

>>35480908
4 weeks now.

>>35888112
Gawr Watson or Gura Watson?

200 soon.

why tho

but why

sure would be a shame... if someone posted in this thread...

hmmmm

mmmmmm

I'll come back a little later

>>35900719
Post

>>35904321
hmmm yes

quite, indeed

oh my, how can this be?

more posts, but where does the thread go?

thread goes nowhere

I sure like that Amarie Johnson fellow

the posts keep going up...

much work to do

July is over.

>>35910735
Brilliant deduction

>>35910735
It's still the 31st.

>>35912420
Not in Japan at the time of that post

Not today Watson.

>>35480771
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5WCQJJtKFs
Pewpew.

>>35480771
Congratulations Watson.

One Month Thread and the oldest on /jp/.

>>35916636
Who is on the right?

>>35919180
HMS Warspite.

>>35919327
Makes sense.

>>35920677
Cute couple.

Just saw the massacre where more than 10 potato threads got archived overnight because someone forgot to bump them, my condolences. At least you can rebuild.

>>35926636
No-one cares.

>>35480771
Her objective is finding a working computer.

>>35929072
Different Watson.

>>35931263
built

for my cock