The Activity Club and the House of Frost
Cue flashback!
"Today, boys, we face... the Jack of Frost," says Isabel, laying a large piece of paper across the table in front of you, Ed, and Isaac. You think she's unfurled a map, but upon closer inspection, it's a list. A very long list titled...
"Why the Jack of Frost Sucks"
"Who's that?" you ask, perusing the bullet points.
"They, Max, are the trickster spirit of Mayview," says Isabel. "They're usually pretty docile, but every year around the winter holidays, they rear their ugly, jingle bell-clad head and play pranks on unsuspecting spectrals."
"Pranks like, uh... switching your toothpaste with Oreo cream filling?" you ask, reading one of the lines from the list.
"Oreos have tasted like toothpaste ever since. Cookies and cream is dead to me," Isabel says, glowering.
"And... replacing the jump scare sounds in your scary video games with the Alphabet song?" you say, a grin forming on your face.
"Hey, it ruined me!" says Ed. "I can't go near Mayview Elementary School without getting the heebie jeebies! And I can't alphabetize anything! Not that I could before, but eh, it's the thought that counts, right?"
"And..." Your eyes slide to Isaac. "Your eyebrows were shaved off? Three times?"
"They grow back quickly because of the spirit I'm a medium to, I regrew them three times in the same day, and I don't want to talk about it," Isaac says, grimacing.
"We had three pairs of shorn Isaac eyebrows, and me and Isabel got to wear them," says Ed. "I had SIX WHOLE EYEBROWS. Good times."
"Bad times," mumbles Isaac.
"ANYWAY," Isabel interrupts. "We need to defeat this spirit. Most of the Consortium agents here have tried and failed to fight the Jack of Frost. It's our turn now."
"Wait, why do WE suddenly stand a chance?" you ask.
"We probably don't, but frankly, we're sick of this thing, and we want them gone," says Isabel. "Now, who's with me?"
"Today, boys, we face... the Jack of Frost," says Isabel, laying a large piece of paper across the table in front of you, Ed, and Isaac. You think she's unfurled a map, but upon closer inspection, it's a list. A very long list titled...
"Why the Jack of Frost Sucks"
"Who's that?" you ask, perusing the bullet points.
"They, Max, are the trickster spirit of Mayview," says Isabel. "They're usually pretty docile, but every year around the winter holidays, they rear their ugly, jingle bell-clad head and play pranks on unsuspecting spectrals."
"Pranks like, uh... switching your toothpaste with Oreo cream filling?" you ask, reading one of the lines from the list.
"Oreos have tasted like toothpaste ever since. Cookies and cream is dead to me," Isabel says, glowering.
"And... replacing the jump scare sounds in your scary video games with the Alphabet song?" you say, a grin forming on your face.
"Hey, it ruined me!" says Ed. "I can't go near Mayview Elementary School without getting the heebie jeebies! And I can't alphabetize anything! Not that I could before, but eh, it's the thought that counts, right?"
"And..." Your eyes slide to Isaac. "Your eyebrows were shaved off? Three times?"
"They grow back quickly because of the spirit I'm a medium to, I regrew them three times in the same day, and I don't want to talk about it," Isaac says, grimacing.
"We had three pairs of shorn Isaac eyebrows, and me and Isabel got to wear them," says Ed. "I had SIX WHOLE EYEBROWS. Good times."
"Bad times," mumbles Isaac.
"ANYWAY," Isabel interrupts. "We need to defeat this spirit. Most of the Consortium agents here have tried and failed to fight the Jack of Frost. It's our turn now."
"Wait, why do WE suddenly stand a chance?" you ask.
"We probably don't, but frankly, we're sick of this thing, and we want them gone," says Isabel. "Now, who's with me?"