Monsters of Brightmoor

[fruitbat7777]

Hello Scooby-Doo fans! I have started a fan-fiction of the Scooby-Doo gang called: Monsters of Brightmoor. This story does not take place at any point after/before any Scooby-Doo tv shows or movies. In the story, Velma, Shaggy, Fred, and Daphne are college students living in a small town called Brightmoor, and summer has just begun. 

I hope you enjoy my fan-fiction! 

[fruitbat7777]

{Here are the first two chapters in "Monsters of Brightmoor". Enjoy!}



1: Velma

The eerie air sat around Velma as she walked to the door of Dinkley Bookstore. This morning was very cold, and she shivered as her hands found the metal keys in her pocket. She also found her phone, and quickly checked the time. 7:58 AM. Velma’s bookstore opened at 8. Right on time, she thought. Velma was about to put the correct key into the door’s lock, when someone behind her suddenly shoved her forward.

“Jinkies!” Velma cried out, as she stumbled toward the door. Her whole body had jumped from the strong impact, causing her glasses to fall off her face. Once Velma caught herself, she whipped her head around to glare at the person who shoved her, but all she saw was the simple sidewalk ahead. She thought she could see movement in the bushes around her, but everything was blurry without her eyewear. Velma yelled out to try to scare them off, but whatever pushed her was gone.

“My glasses,” she muttered, “I can’t find my glasses.” She crouched down and searched through the cut grass for them.

Suddenly, out in front of her, a blurry hand held her glasses.

“Like, are you looking for these?” the familiar voice said.

Velma recognized the voice as the higher-pitched cracking voice of her friend, Shaggy.

She grabbed them, smiling, and put them on. Velma was about to say thank you when she gasped.

Stood before her was not her friend. It was a stranger. He was tall, and wore an overcoat and hat, but no eyes or face could be seen. He wore black work gloves, and was holding a tape recorder in one of his hands. In the other, was a large sack.

Velma screamed as the stranger threw the sack over her body, swallowing her into darkness.

2: Fred

Fred checked his phone. The time read 6:49 PM, and there were no new messages. He sighed, and put his phone back in his pocket. Fred grabbed his football from the ground and threw it again, aiming for the middle of the golden poles.

The pigskin sailed through the goalpost, and Fred smiled. But, as the football fell to the earth, it crashed into the forest behind Brightmoor University, and Fred’s smile morphed into a frown. He checked his phone again: 6:51 PM, no new messages. He had nine minutes to find the football before the field’s shining lights above him blinked off.

Fred walked into the forest, and used his phone as a flashlight to try to locate the ball. No luck.

He checked his phone one more time: 6:59 PM, 1 new message. Surprised, Fred opened the text. He wasn't expecting a text from anyone.

Suddenly, the lights shut down, and the only illumination was the rectangular screen of Fred’s phone. He looked around. It was almost impossible to see where to walk, because the fog began to thicken. Fred ignored it for a moment and looked at the message.

FROM: Velma Dinkley

“Hey Fred! I found a mystery for us to solve- our first one of the summer! Grab the gang and come to the Dinkley Bookstore as quick as you can. Thanks!”

{What do you think of the story so far? Comment below! I will post the next few chapters soon. }

[Doo]

Seems like a great start! Can't wait to see how it ends.

[fruitbat7777]

{Here is chapter 3! A quick note- this chapter includes graphic imagery (blood, guns) , so use caution}

3:Daphne

Daphne’s phone beeped, and she read the new text she was sent.

“Daphne, get down to the Dinkley Bookstore, Velma has a mystery for us to solve!”

FROM: Fred Jones

She got up from her bed and walked to her bathroom. She hadn’t brushed her hair for the last week, and it looked awful. She couldn’t go out in public like this.

With the flick of a switch, big bulbs lit up, surrounding the rectangular mirror. Daphne looked to the mirror for her reflection, and screamed.

Behind her stood a couple, wearing a white dress and suit. They were smiling at her.

Daphne turned to see them, but they weren’t there. She rubbed her eyes.

She tried to get the thought of them out of her mind, but she couldn’t. And then, the scene replayed before her eyes. The wedding, the gunfire, the blood, the shock. The guilt poured into her. She didn’t do anything to save them. She just stood there, and watched as the guns fired. She could have jumped in front of them. She could have called the police. But she didn’t. She just stood there in shock, not moving a muscle. She just stood there.

Daphne twisted the knob to turn on the water, and cold H20 started to run out of the faucet. She grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and wiped it on her face. Once she was done, she hung the damp cloth over the faucet. Daphne glanced into the mirror, and screamed again. The thin red liquid of blood was smeared on her face. Her heart pumped in her head as she looked at her hands. The palms and fingertips were stained red. Daphne began to feel dizzy, and her breathing began to quicken.
She turned the faucet on and off again and again, waiting for this nightmare to be over.

Daphne grabbed a hand towel and dried her wet hands. She squinted her eyes and peeked at them, expecting the red pigment to still be there. But, when she looked at them, they were as clean as could be. The towel she used did not stain. She checked the sink, twisting the knob again. Clear, running water.

Daphne sat down on the cold bathroom floor, and cried.

{Comment below on what you thought! The next chapters will be posted soon.}

[scoob16]

That's very interesting!! Good luck with your fanfic!

[groovyscooby]

Cool!!!!!!! Nice fanfic and welcome!