something with iron in it, you've got blood to replenish.

>>1108985
A...
A kindred spirit.
Siblings in suppressed rage.

Thank him.
Water for sure.

Normally id be more wary about a man with abknife collection, but right now its almost comforting to know.

>>1108986
Water is a must, and probably something to get back all the stuff you lost bleeding.

1/2 Buckwheat 2025/06/08(Sun)14:51 No. 1109322 ID: b6ea64
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>Speak up for Gasket, though. Without his help, you might have not made it much further after the crash.
Wretched Gretchen: “Now you listen here! I didn’t save your daughter, push through being chased by killers in the woods, live through a car crash, kill a fox with a club, and walk in the cold for help, just to hear some ungrateful snob treat the man who got us through the last mile of it like shit!”

Gasket: “Whoa, easy there lass! It’s just a cup of coffee, no need to-“

Wretched Gretchen: “No! If you were able to help me bring his kidnapped daughter home, then he damn well can return the favor and get you a hot cup of coffee!”

Mr. Grismiller: “Fine, coffee for the goat. What about you Miss-“

Wretched Gretchen: “The name’s Gretchen.”

>You need some vegetable juice
>something with iron in it, you've got blood to replenish.
Gretchen: “Do you have any juice or something with iron in it?”

Mr. Grismiller: “Apple juice and coffee it is then.”

He leaves to retrieve our refreshments and calls out from the kitchen,

Mr. Grismiller: “By the way, is this large mass of flesh and fur in my kitchen your husband?”

Gretchen: “He’s here? George! George?!”
I peek into the kitchen and see him passed out on the floor.

Gasket: “That’s your husband?!”

Gretchen: “Yes that’s my husband! That’s him alright. What happened?”

Mr. Grismiller: “One moment.”

2/2 Buckwheat 2025/06/08(Sun)14:52 No. 1109323 ID: b6ea64
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He comes back with our refreshments and gently sets them down on the table.

Mr. Grismiller: “He drank through an entire bottle of whiskey while we talked about the football game from earlier tonight. Ah, easiest bet I’ve made in my life. Wish the maximum bet would have been higher, could have made a fortune! Why, you’d almost have to be a fool not to bet on them.”

Gretchen: “I’d rather not talk about the game, bit of a sore topic right now.”

Mr. Grismiller: “I take it someone bet on the away team-“

Gretchen: “I don’t gamble, now kindly shut it.”

Mr. Grismiller: “Speaking of sore, you mentioned living through a car crash?”

Gretchen: “Yes, it’s amazing that-"
Mr. Grismiller: “Amazing you can even sit up straight, let alone move around.”

I take sip of my juice and feel a wave of relief wash over me.

Mr. Grismiller: “What is it you hoped for upon bringing her home? What desires do you seek for your commendable efforts to see her return safely?”

>>1109323
Never about a reward, was it gretchen?
Just...
You need to tell him.
Some assholes stole your wood, and that ked you to the girl and you were not in the frame of mind to be pushed around or see someone else be pushed around either.
Hence the earlier outburst.

In life, it is generally a good rule to pick the side that doesnt have mask wearing lunatics as a member base, but even if they were normal looking, youd have helped her.

I mean, do you want a reward gretchen?
It might be nice, but it certainly wasnt your motivation...

>>1109323
I want those freaks out this town so they stop stealing our firewood. Also George is going to need a new TV antenna once I'm satisfied he's done enough to win me back.

Just want this terrible night to be over, and to be safe at home without masked freaks coming for your blood.

>>1109323
Tell him you weren't thinking about a reward. You were thinking about getting away from the cultists trying to murder you. Speaking of which you hope his house can be secured. Does he have storm shutters? We could board up the windows, if not.
...hmm, it is a bit weird that you were able to just walk away from that car crash. The airbag didn't even deploy. Do you have any sore spots? Like from smashing your head against the steering wheel? Maybe you have unusually strong bones... Unbreakable ones...

>>1109340
Oh, a new TV antenna would be nice, yes.

"I don't just want a reward. I [b]need[/i] a reward.
My life was already going down the toilet, but stepping up has knocked me five feet under. My husband has gone insane. My house is likely firewood. And most importantly, multiple sick cults with an obsession for your daughter know who I am and how I kicked their asses. If I walk out of this house I am a dead deer.
And Gretchen will never forgive you if you sentence us yourself."

"Can't someone just help a poor sick girl out of a hostage situation out of the kindness of her heart? Oh, yeah, and speaking of which..."

It's time to regale Mr. Lots of Wood about the woeful tale of your stolen lumber and your encounter with the crazed predator cult that wants to keep his daughter.

Oh, and ask him how in the world George got there.

1/2 Buckwheat 2025/06/23(Mon)16:46 No. 1110144 ID: b6ea64
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>Some assholes stole your wood, and that ked you to the girl and you were not in the frame of mind to be pushed around or see someone else be pushed around either. Hence the earlier outburst.
>It might be nice, but it certainly wasnt your motivation...
>Tell him you weren't thinking about a reward.
Gretchen: “I wasn’t doing this for a reward. One of them stole all my firewood and Gretta just happened to be at the same place. I wasn’t about to let her suffer, so I hauled her out with me. Course after that it was like I kicked the hornet’s nest and the other cultists swarmed after us.”

Gretchen: “I just want this terrible night to be over. I want to wake up and not have to worry about my house being broken into by some masked killer. They know where I live, Mr. Grismiller. Not only did they steal our wood, but they followed me when I brought her home.”

Mr. Grismiller: “Well, there’s not much I can do to ease your worries there. I had some of the most feared cr-crime stopping officers on the force looking for my poor daughter, and they’ve failed me!”

Mr. Grismiller: “Hmm… few of them owe me favors I could see about placing some night security folk over on your property.”

Gretchen: “If they can hold their own against me, I might consider it.”

He bursts out into laughter for a moment. I scowl back at him.
Mr. Grismiller: “Oh you’re- you’re actually serious.”

Gretchen: “No please, fill us in here. What’s funny? Think your night guards can handle the ANGRY DEER WIFE who took on swarms of killer cultists--lived through a car crash and still kept fighting back in the cold?”

Gasket: “Easy now! You don’t need to be doing any more fighting tonight.”

Mr. Grismiller: “I-My apologies. I just wasn’t expecting a proposition like that.”

Gretchen: “Look, do you have anywhere George and I can stay for a few nights until this blows over or what?”

Mr. Grismiller: “I suppose I can spare a few funds to get you a hotel room for a few nights. Is that all you wish for though?”

Gretchen: “Other than a doctor to look me over,“

>George is going to need a new TV antenna
> a new TV antenna would be nice, yes.
Gretchen: “We could use a new TV antenna since the cultist’s broke ours.”

Mr. Grismiller: “Consider it done. Do you have a color television by chance?”

Gretchen: “No, we just have our black and white set.”

Mr. Grismiller: “I’ll give your our spare color television as well then.”

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Suddenly George rushes into the room.

George: “Did someone just say free TV?”

(Studio Audience Laughs)

Ask George(?) where he's been

>>1110145
Oh george.
Huh.
He really does have a nice rack.

>>1110145
Go hug your hubby.

>>1110145
Looks like it's time for bed, you're starting to hallucinate.

"And it even comes with a free divorce! DO YOU WANT IT, GEORGE?!"

Seriously, your husband barely looks at you as more than a slab of meat, I've seen better relationships get immediate divorces.

Also:
"Sir, the next time you hire mercenaries? Hire one professional group. One. I'm pretty sure some of the 'cultists' I had to fight off were just rival mercenaries trying to kill each other for the bounty you posted."
>Grismiller: "I don't hire criminals!"
"I don't care."

>>1110145
"no deer none said free TV"

1/2 Buckwheat 2025/06/29(Sun)18:45 No. 1110512 ID: b6ea64
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>"no deer none said free TV"
Gretchen: “No deer, no one said ‘free TV’.”

George: “I know what I heard!”

>Ask George(?) where he's been
Gretchen: “And where have you been all this time George? I thought you were following us in a cab!”

George: “Where have I been? Where have you been! The cab got there laaaate, yet somehow I got here first!”

I groan,
Gretchen: “We can talk about what happened tonight, later. I’m getting a bad headache.”

>Go hug your hubby.
I get off the sofa and flinch,
Gretchen: “Ough, my head.”

Gasket: “Don’t rush, take it slow and steady.”

Mr. Grismiller: “No, you should sit back down and let your body rest.”

Gretchen: “What I need is George!”

I struggle to make my way over and hug the giant cuddly dumbass that is my husband. I start to tear up.

Gretchen: “George, you have no idea how much I could have used your help tonight!”

George: “What? I blasted two rob- ah never mind. Someone need a hug?”

Gretchen: “Promise me if this ever happens again you’ll stay by my side George!”

He lets out a hearty laugh,
George: “How about I just don’t let go of you!”

He starts to squeeze me in a big bear hug,

Gretchen: “That’s- fine. Ough, ow! George you can l..et…go

2/2 Buckwheat 2025/06/29(Sun)18:45 No. 1110514 ID: b6ea64
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*Crack*

George: ”Honey?

George: ”You’re being quiet, and not the good kind of quiet either…”

>>1110514
Oh.
Oh shit.

Well
hmm

As you fade out, consider that maybe this is a fever dream as you pass out on the couch from your blood loss.
and if not then at least you can rest now

>>1110514
It is a said day when a deer wife becomes too old to be affectionately choked out by her husband.

This is just a good spine cracking, not bad! Like a chiropractor!

...DAMNIT.
None of them realize Gretchen can heal with blood ministration.
Gaaah, is this really how the quest ends?

AAAAAAAAAH!

Quick, pop that vertebrae back into place!

1/2 Buckwheat 2025/06/30(Mon)19:05 No. 1110577 ID: b6ea64
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>It is a sad day when a deer wife becomes too old to be affectionately choked out by her husband.

I’m not that old…

>As you fade out, consider that maybe this is a fever dream
A dream…?

...

..

.

2/2 Buckwheat 2025/06/30(Mon)19:07 No. 1110578 ID: b6ea64
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???:”Gr..ch?”

I moan as I feel my head pounding again.

???: ”Shh… easy Gretch.”

Things are a bit dark and blurry at first. There’s a click and the lights come on. I see my sister!

Gretchen: “Winifred? What are you doing here, where am I?”
She gives me a concerned look and turns around for a moment.

Gretchen: “What’s with the look? What’s going on here?”

Winifred: “Gretchen, this is the third time you woke up and asked me that. You’re in the hospital.”

I hold my head in pain, I can’t stop thinking of questions,
Gretchen: “Where’s George? What time is it? Wait- third time?”

She squints at the wall clock
Winifred: “Two-thirty in the morning. Your overweight moose is passed out in the waiting room with some stuck up hardware guy. Oh it was funny, he was out cold when I came in to take watch for ya. Took three nurses and a doctor to haul him out into the waiting room.”

Gretchen: “Something doesn’t feel right with my back.”

Winifred: “Probably the back brace.”

Gretchen: “Back brace?”

She lets out a sigh,
Winifred: “You should probably just try and go back to sleep.”

Gretchen: “What did you mean about waking a third time?”

Winifred: “Gretchen, just go back to bed.”

Something doesn’t feel right, besides my back and headache. Why is she dodging the question? Should I just sleep it off, or press further?

You don't seem to be in a state to be doing anything. get some rest and hope for the best.

>>1110578
Press.
You can rest when you know, otherwise youll be haunted by imagining out of any sleep youd get unless they make with the heavy medication.

>>1110578
Why doesn't her name start with a G?

How bad is it?

Not having a G name is very suspicious. Let's hope she didn't join a creepy cult. Again.

Ask her if you got suffered brain damage.

Buckwheat 2025/07/08(Tue)17:08 No. 1110945 ID: b6ea64
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>Why doesn't her name start with a G?
>Not having a G name is very suspicious.
I dunno, Ginifred would sound more suspicious to me.

>You can rest when you know, otherwise you’ll be haunted by imagining out of any sleep you’d get unless they make with the heavy medication.
Gretchen: “Cut it out and just tell me would ya? You’re just stressing me out!”

Winifred: “Stressing you out? You’re stressing all of us out! You keep waking up forgetting you’ve been laying here for the past two days.”

Gretchen: “I’ve been out for two days?”

Winifred: “Yeah, two days you’ve been out cold.”

Gretchen: “Last thing I can remember is George squeezing me till my eyes popped out.”

Winifred: “Anything after that?”

Gretchen: “Nothing.”

Winifred: “Well, I don’t know how to put any other way. You might have short term memory loss. The doctor also thinks you have a broken back but the x-ray machine is broken.”

Gretchen: “George broke my back…again!?

Winifred: “Again? What do you mean again?”

Gretchen: “Not the first time he’s snapped me like a twig with a hug.”

I start to physically notice the back brace and an iv tube in my arm now.
Gretchen: “I really am all kinds of messed up, aren’t I?”

Winifred: “Yeah, but I’ve heard about the antics you were up to. You’re messed up, but you’re not a messed up dead body.”

Gretchen: “How do you know about what I did, or that I was in the hospital?”

Winifred: “Just read this headline.”

She gives me a newspaper,

Gretchen: “Angry Deer Wife saves the Grismiller Daughter! Cultist Culprit still remains at large.”

>>1110945
Hmm you could have transient global amnesia. It happens to some people as a result of too much stress.

>broke back again
Uh, how long did it take to recover last time? The mere fact that you were able to do all that strenuous physical activity despite having a major back injury in your past suggests that there's something abnormal about your body.

Ask what the doctors said about you. How soon until you can leave the hospital, based on your (most likely anomalous) medical history?

You should be writing this down so when you next wake up you don't have to repeat this conversation.

immediate concern: does that news article mention anything that will help the cult track you down?

>>1110945
Youre a hero gretchen.
A gen yoo eyen hero.
And possibly wolverine, the injuries you get back up from.

>>1110945
Wait do we have BABIES? With our deer deat husband or potentially former?

>>1110945
Say, gretchen...
Ive been wondering.
You do know george is a bit more, well, bear like than your average stag, right?

>>1110945
Is the hospital letting you eat solid food? What's in your IV bag? Two days should be plenty of time to recover from blood loss.

>>1111000
Bears don't have antlers, what are you talking about?

>>1111006
Silly me.
Its been a stressful night.

1/2 Buckwheat 2025/07/12(Sat)21:48 No. 1111144 ID: b6ea64
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>Uh, how long did it take to recover last time?
Took me… it took… time? I can’t remember!

>You do know George is a bit more, well, bear like than your average stag, right?
He’s a little grizzly, sure. He’s also very deer though, unless it’s football night. You saw how unbearable he can get then.

>You should be writing this down so when you next wake up you don't have to repeat this conversation.
Gretchen: “Could you start writing things down for me, so when I wake up again we don’t have to repeat all this?”

Winifred: “Sure, you got a pen and paper?”

Gretchen: “I’m stuck in bed with a back brace and an IV in my arm. Does it look like I have one? Just look around the room for them!”

Winifred: “Maybe if all the cabinets weren’t locked up. I’ll see if someone can’t write something for you after.”

>does that news article mention anything that will help the cult track you down?
I read through the article with more and more concern, and give off a sigh of relief. I’m just referred to as THE ANGRY DEER WIFE. Any pictures are just of Gretta and her father.

>Is the hospital letting you eat solid food? What's in your IV bag?
Gretchen: “Have I been able to eat solid food at all? What’s in my IV bag?”

Winifred: “How about I save you some time and just say they only gave the care information to George. I’m here to watch over you at night and make sure someone’s with ya in case you woke up.”

Gretchen: “Well can you at least wake up George and- never mind, there’s nothing that’d wake him up at this hour.”

Winifred: “Not even the television playing some sports?”

Gretchen: “Nope, not a thing.”

Gretchen: “Well, thanks for being here with me, Winifred. It’s been a while since we saw each other.”

Winifred: “Yeah, not the easiest to keep in touch with. Working nights has me practically nocturnal now.”

>How soon until you can leave the hospital
Gretchen: “How soon until they’ll let me go home?”

Winifred: “Sounded like they’re keeping you here for a few more days.”

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Things start to get a bit fuzzy. I can remember talking with Winifred some more, and then George bringing me home a few days later. I know I still have to wear a back brace for a few weeks. Just kind of hits me that I’m home now and feel more aware again. Kinda hungry too…

Gretchen:”George? George honey, can you make me some soup?”

George: “Ugh! Now? The commercial break just finished.”

Gretchen: “George, if I have to get up. I’m turning off the tv and hiding the remote.”

George: “I’m just teasing dear. Well maybe this I time I won’t mix up the sugar cubes with the salt blocks.”

Gretchen: “Please try to be careful with those! Sugar cubes aren’t cheap!”

George: “Alright I’m going out to grab some fire wood. Sit tight and let me know if I miss any big plays.”

Gretchen: “I’ll try, but no promises.”

He pats me on the head and heads outside. Then suddenly I hear a very, very angry George.

George: “WHO'S THE DEAD SUN OF A GUN THAT TOOK THE LAST OF MY FIRE WOOD!"

Oh no. No! Not again!

THE END!

>>1111145
Angry Deer Husband sequel?

Thanks for the quest, Buckwheat. I especially enjoyed Gretchen's intimidation of the cultist prisoner.

you survived, congratulations

>>1111145
Oh deer.

They really are a goid pair though.

Thankyou for the quest.
That was wonderfully good fun.

>>1111145
huh still have a wound on the head
also really cool your art improved and changed the entire way

All's well that ends in the same dilemma as in the beginning, so says the old saying.


Wonderful adventure! Thank you for having us be part of it, Buckwheat!