u/CrossoverProd

here's a few I'd think would be neat to see:

• A movie studio that's being plagued by a mysterious phantom.
• An airship that's been hunting for a bizarre humanoid looking creature with wings and covered in scales
• A summer camp that's rumored to be the stomping ground of a wolf man
• A train that's been carrying a mysterious coffin and its conductor was murdered with two strange markings found on his neck
• An old western ghost town that's been haunted by the ghost of an outlaw from the wild west, with the specter being the main suspect of a murder
• An accident temple in Japan that holds a statue of an ancient Kitsune goddess... that also happens to be the main suspect in a murder as the victim's blood was found in the statue's teeth

Here's the opening of my Poker Night pitch:

(The Player exits the vehicle and follows the alleyway until they reach a brick wall. When they reach it, they knock on three specific bricks. After the last knock, the wall suddenly opens and a hulking demon with purple skin and skull for a head walks out. He looks at the Player, eyeing them down for a moment before speaking)

Bouncer: Alright, come on in, sir.

(The Bouncer moves to the side and lets the Player enter, the wall closing behind them. After some walking, the Player reaches a hallway of doors. As they walk by, Guybrush Threepwood exits one of the rooms with a treasure map held up to his face, passing by the player as he enters another room)

Guybrush: Alright, that’s 5 steps south and…

(Guybrush is cut off when the door closes behind him. As the Player continues, they stop when they reach a door on the right that has shouting and gunfire coming from inside, causing them to stop. After a few moments, the gunfire seems to die down… only for a random thug to be thrown into the wall, the culprit soon walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.)

Angel Dust: Damn piece of shit. Fuckers aways wanna play rough…

ANGEL DUST | HAZBIN HOTEL

(Angel Dust soon spots the Player)

Angel Dust: Oh hey, it’s you. Follow me.

(Angel Dust starts leading the Player as he sparks a conversation)

Angel Dust: The name’s Angel Dust. Ya probably know me from one of my many pornos I’ve shot. You a fan?

(The Player doesn’t respond)

Angel Dust: Not much of a talker, huh? Ya that checks out.

(The Player tilts their head)

Angel Dust: Oh ya, the short guy in robe told me you were gonna be here, said you didn’t talk much. Thought that was just a way of saying you were shy, but now I’m pretty sure he was just saying you were mute.

(The Player and Angel Dust stop by a large door, and the demon pornstar presses a button on the side)

Angel Dust: Anyways, we’re here. And hey… may the best man win.

(The doors open to reveal the familiar layout of the Inventory, multiple of its different patrons walking about the club, drinking at the bar, and chatting with each other in the booths. As they follow Angel Dust through the club, they hear a familiar voice cut through the crowd)

Van Winslow: Ah, Mr. Angel Dust! So glad you found your way here.

Angel Dust: Ya, gettin’ here wasn’t an easy feat, Reggie, first I had to sneak outta the hotel without Charlie notice’n I was gone, an’ then I had to hitch a ride from my pal Verosika, an’ after that-

Van Winslow: Wait a moment is that… by god it is! Angel, you’ve brought the Player! 

(Van Winslow begins to shake the Players hand profusely)

Van Winslow: Oh it’s so good to see you again! Oh it’s far too long! As always, I am Sir Reginald Van Winslow, retired.

(Van Winslow begins to guide the Player and Angel Dust to the poker table, located on a balcony overlooking the club and stage)

Van Winslow: And it is my great pleasure to welcome you once again, to another game of high stakes poker!

Angel Dust: Uh… speakin’ of “high stakes”... ya might wanna call the cleanin’ crew. Things got a lil… messy.

Van Winslow: Mr. Angel Dust! I must remind you that the Inventory is NOT your personal repertoire.

Angel Dust: Hey, they tried to come on to me, alright? I was defendin’ myself!

Van Winslow: Alright, alright, if you say so…

Angel Dust: Uh… god I need a drink. Hey Zoe, ya want anything?

(The Player turns back to the poker table to see a purple girl with tentacles for hair in a yellow hoodie sitting legs crossed in her seat)

Zoe: Ooh! I’ll have a Pina Skullada, on the rocks!

Angel Dust: Alright, comin’ right up!

ZOE | MONSTER PROM

Zoe: OMG, Are you the Player? Whoa, I’ve heard so much about you! I have been dying to visit this place, so being here is a dream come true!

Van Winslow: Ah, I see you’re a fan of the Inventory, Ms. Zoe?

Zoe: Totally! I’ve read like a bajillion fanfics about this place; about all the characters that could meet and all the dialogue, and now I get to be here? How can I not be excited?

(Angel Dust comes back, place a Pina Skullada in front of Zoe and holding a Harder Daddy for himself)

Angel Dust: Easy there, Zoe, it’s just a game of poker, can’t be that exciting.

Zoe: Oh, Angel, you really underestimate the power of fandom, don’t you?

Angel Dust: Heh, (Rolls his eyes) ya ya, sure…

(Angel Dust takes his seat a chair off to Zoe as Van Winslow overlooks the table)

Van Winslow: Ah, excellent. Now let's simply wait for the other contenders to arrive and we can begin shortly.

???: Excuse me, but would this where the poker tournament be taking place?

(Everyone looks over to see Scott Howl walking towards the poker table)

Zoe: Scott? I thought you were downstairs with Polly?

Scott?: Oh, he is…

(Scott? takes out a cigarette and lights it. As he does, he is suddenly engulfed by smoke. When it clears a man in a blue suit and ski-mask stands where Scott used to be)

THE SPY | TEAM FORTRESS 2

(Spy takes a puff from his cigarette and blows smoke into the air)

Spy: …I just didn’t want to miss the tournament was all.

Van Winslow: Ah, Spy! Good to see you. I'd like to introduce you to our latest contender: the Player!

Spy: That so?

(Spy eyes the Player)

Spy: So… you’re the one Heavy was talking about, hm? Well, suppose it’s good to put a face to the name.

(Spy takes his seat next to Zoe)

Angel Dust: Good to see ya too, frenchie.

Van Winslow: Ah, good, we’re about way full. Now let us hope next few contenders are-

Zoe: Wait, half? I thought this a five player tournament?

Van Winslow: Well, it was in the past, but the owner thought that it could bring more business in if more spots were open at the table. So, now the tournaments are seven players total!

Zoe: Really? Whoa, that’s awesome!

Spy: Won’t the table be… crowded with seven people?

Van Winslow: It would be, but thankfully, we have this bigger table for the occasion.

Angel Dust: Heh, I thought this table seemed bigger than usual.

Van Winslow: Now then, our next contender should be arriving about…

???: Excuse me!

(Everyone turns to the stairs to see a man with orange hair and grey dress suit waving his hand with a teenage boy with a bowl cut trailing not too far behind him)

Reigen: Sorry to interrupt. I’m not too late for the tournament, am I?

REIGEN ARATAKA | MOB PSYCHO 100

Van Winslow: Of course not, Mr. Arataka, we were just waiting on our next opponents

Reigen: Ah, great! My feet have been killin’ me.

(Reigen take a seat next to Spy while Mob looks for a good place to sit)

Van Winslow: Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Kageyama, but I’m afraid you’re too young to be participating in this tournament

Mob: Oh, that’s fine, I’m not really into cards anyway. Don’t worry about me, Master Reigen, I’ll make my fun.

Reigen: Alright right, have fun, Mob.

(Reigen waves Mob off as she takes a seat in a nearby booth. Reigen soon turns his attention back to the table)

Reigen: So, how’re we all doing tonight, folks?

Angel Dust: Pretty good.

Zoe: Doing great!

Spy: Meh, so so

Reigen: Good to know!

(Reigen gives a salute with his fingers to the Player)

Reigen: As for you? Let’s hope we all do the bare minimum and have some fun tonight, got it?

Van Winslow: Quite. Now for our next contender, he’s probably-

(Van Winslow is shoved out of the way by the next opponent, a small man in black and white armor)

Tankman: Move it, fatty!

(Tankman then hopes onto his chair at the left end of the table and kicks his feet up)

TANKMAN | NEWGROUNDS

Tankman: Alright, which one of you bitches are ready to lose all your money?

Van Winslow: Ah… Mr. Captain, it’s good to see you made it here safely.

Tankman: Ya, no thanks to your shitty alley, took me hours to figure out where to park the tank. Speaking of…

(Tankman turns to the stairs)

Tankman: YO! STEVE! WHERE’S MY SHIT AT?

(Another small soldier in black and white rushes up to Tankman, carrying a try with a glass of bourbon and a burger)

Steve: Here you are, sir! A burger and a glass of bourbon.

(Tankman downs the glass before taking a bite of the burger)

Tankman: Mmm~ thanks, Steve. Go sit down somewhere, this won’t take long.

Steve: Right away, sir!

(Steve runs off and sits down in a nearby booth, coincidentally the same one where Mob is sitting)

Steve: Nice to meet you, I’m Steve.

Mob: Uh… I'm Shigeo Kageyama.

(as Steve and Mob shake hands, the Player’s attention refocuses on the table)

Van Winslow: Now then, with that out of the way, let us-

Tankman: Can we start this shit already? 

Van Winslow: Well… I was hoping our last contender would be here by now, but sadly, it looks like we’ll have to start without him…

(Suddenly, the room begins to shake as a giant bat monster flies down from the ceiling, a demon woman in a white tank top and jean shorts on his back. As the demoness gets off the creature’s back, she gives it a wink and a salute as she sits at the same booth as Mob and Steve)

Malevola: Good luck, buddy!

(The bat creature slowly begins creeping towards the poker table… suddenly transforms into a man with a bat head in suit, jogging before joining the table between Zoe and Angel Dust)

Sonar: Sorry I’m late guys, trouble at the office. Now… (claps hits hands together) …deal me in.

(Everyone looks at Sonar in a mixture of shock and disbelief)

Sonar: What?

SONAR | DISPATCH

Van Winslow: Well… now that everyone is here, we can finally begin the tournament. Everyone, the buy in, please.

(Everyone tosses $30,000 onto the table)

Zoe: Does this mean the robot lady’s gonna come out, now?

Van Winslow: Oh, I’m sorry Ms. Zoe, but I’m afraid Ms. GLaDOS had business to attend to back at Aperture Science, so she won’t be joining us.

Zoe: Aw man…

Van Winslow: Gentlemen, and lady, I leave you in the care of… the Doorman.

Angel Dust: …The who?

(The Doorman suddenly materializes behind everybody)

Doorman: Good evening, everyone.

Angel Dust: JESUS CHRIST!

Zoe: OH!

Spy: MON DIEU!

Sonar: HOLY SHIT!

Reigen: HOLY CRAP!

Tankman: HOLY FUCK!

Doorman: Apologies, everyone, I simply came when my name was called. Tonight, I will be taking the role of your dealer.

Van Winslow: Excellent. The chips are stacked, the deck is shuffled, now… let the tournament begin!

Let's say, hypothetically, a member of the Puzzler's race (let's call him "The Observer" for continuities sake) decides to bring his own brand of chaos to the Class of 09' universe, and Nicole and Jecka end up confronting him. When they come face to face with him, he's revealed to be a more aethereal being (contrasting the Puzzler) barely having a face. When Nicole and Jecka question him, the Observer reveals his motives... he's tired of all the cruelties their universe is filled with, and directly calls out people who enjoy watching the horrific world the characters live in. Going on to point out how Nicole and Jecka's world is filled with pedophilic teachers, abusive parents, psychotic teenagers, and the several other people who only seem to care about watching the world burn; capping it all off by asking the audience... do you like seeing people suffer?