holly's day out 1

//"We should do something today! You free?"// What do you say? (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Yes! I would love to.->Amber Yes]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Sorry man I got a family thing.->Morning]]

''You choose to hang out with Abigail'' //"Great! What should we do?"// (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Let's bake a cake!->Bake A Cake]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Let's go charity shopping!->Shopping]]

Abigail smiles //"Okay!''// *** After a while, you have all the ingredient laid out on the table. Abigail is slowly reading out the recipe in a stutter. //"Okayyyy it says first to cut up the butter"// //"Okie dokie"//You respond. You open up the drawer and pick up a butter knife. Grabbing the butter you try to slice into it. //"Dammit,"// you say, //"the butters too hard."// //"Just use a sharper knife, dumbo."// You roll your eyes and get a sharp knife from the drawer. (t8n-time:1.1s)[[SŧȺƀ ȺƀɨǥȺɨł->Stabby]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Cut Butter->Butter]]

''You chose to Stab Abigail'' As if your mind is in a trance, you look down at your trembling hand holding the sharp knife. You then glance up at Abigail, who is trying to decipher the next instruction. Shakily, you take a step towards her, your body moving on its own. She looks up at you, a puzzled look on her face. //"You alright?"// Numbly, you thrust the knife forward, plunging it into Abigail's stomach. She lets out a yelp. //"WHAT THE FUCK"// She screams. Her hands are feebly clutching her stomach, trying to staunch the bloodflow. Her chest is rising up and down fast, taking shallow breaths. She takes a weak step backwards, bumping into the walls loosing her footing. Her clothes are quickly getting getting sodden in her blood. Leaning against the wall for support, she slides onto the floor, looking up at you. You drop the knife, letting it clatter on the floor, and stand there in shock just...watching her. A large puddle of red is forming from out underneath herr, and her eyelids keep fluttering. A small trail of blood trickles out of the corner of her mouth. //"Why...?"// She whispers. //"I....I don't know"// You answer truthfully, feeling silent tears stain your cheeks. ''BAD LUCK :('' (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Start Over->Morning]]

''You choose to bake a cake'' //"That sounds great! I'll come to yours''// *** In what seems like a flash Abigail is at your front door, grinning. //"Let's do this!"// Finding yourself smiling, you let her in to your kitchen. Sitting on your counter top you're discussing what cake to make. //"Come onnn, let's do a twilight cake''// Abigail insists, //"It will be funnn"// (t8n-time:1.1s)[[No fucking way. Let's do a car cake.->Cake]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Fuck yeah! Let's do a twilight cake.->Cake]]

''You choose to cut the butter'' You shake your head as if physically getting rid of your thoughts and continue to slice up the butter in cubes, measuring it out. Disorientated, you place the knife down next to the bowl. //"Nice! Let's move onto the sugar."// (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Measure out sugar->Sugar]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Wash Hands->Hands]]

Abigail passes you the packet of sugar and you pour it into the bowl already containing the butter. //"Perfect!"// Abigail exclaims, //"Next issss....eggs!"// (t8n-time:1.1s)[[SŧȺƀ ȺƀɨǥȺɨł->Stabby]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Crack Eggs->Eggs]]

You shudder, trying to shake off the ominous feeling. //"Um...Abby do you mind doing the sugar? I'm just going to wash my hands, I think I got butter on them."// //"Yeah of course!"// You go over to the sink, squeezing soap into your hands and washing them desperately. You let the cool water rush over your hands and arms, clearing your mind in the process. You pick up a tea towel to dry yourself, and re-join Abigail. //"Okayy, next issss....eggs!"// You notice the knife you left by the bowl. (t8n-time:1.1s)[[SŧȺƀ ȺƀɨǥȺɨł->Stabby]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Crack Eggs->Eggs]]

''You choose to Crack the Eggs'' You pick up an egg and delicately hit it against the counter, cracking it and letting the egg into the bowl. Abigail compliments your egg cracking skills and you look over at her. ''Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠Ṡ̷̢̫̞̻͈͋͛̓̅͜͜͜͠͠͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ H̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠'' Abigail tilts her head to the side, looking at you quizically. //"Are you alright? You're acting kinda strange."// (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Yeah I'm fine.->Mix]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[I'm gonna go outside for a bit.->Outside]]

//"No, I'm fine don't worry."// You let out a little laugh as if to show how fine you are. //"Okayy..."// Says Abigail, not convinced. She passes you the electric mixers, and you start mixing the eggs, butter and sugar. Every so often, your attention flicks back to the knife you left next to the bowl until eventually its all you can focus on, ignoring the electric mixers completely. You reach out to grab the knife, forgetting the mixers and getting cake mixture everywhere. //"Bro what the fuck?"// Abigail asks while laughing. You stare at her. (t8n-time:1.1s)[[SŧȺƀ ȺƀɨǥȺɨł->Stabby]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[SŧȺƀ ȺƀɨǥȺɨł->Stabby]]

//"I...I'm not feeling so well. I'm just gonna pop outside to get some fresh air."// //"Okay. I hope you feel better."// //"Thanks."// You smile meekly. You go to the back door and open it, entering the garden. You turn to make sure Abigail can't see you, and take deep breaths. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out. Inand out. Inandout. You turn back around and go back into the kitchen. Immediately, your mind focuses on the knife you left on the counter. (t8n-time:1.1s)[[SŧȺƀ ȺƀɨǥȺɨł->Stabby]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[SŧȺƀ ȺƀɨǥȺɨł->Stabby]]

''You choose Charity Shopping'' //"Great idea! I'll meet you there."// *** It's cold. The weather app said it was sunny today but here you are, standing on the side of the road, shivering and waiting for Abigail. Who is late. Very late. //"I'm here! I'm here I'm sorry."// You turn to see Abigail running towards you, limbs flailing everywhere. She stops next to you, hands on knees, trying to get her breath back. //"Where...do you w...wanna go first...?"// You face the long strip of shops. (t8n-time:1.1s)[[British Heart Foundation->Shop]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Cancer Research->Shop]]

You enter the shop and busy yourself by looking through the rack. While searching through the jeans Abigail taps you on your shoulder. She holds up a lime green cropped jumper with pom poms stuck on. She then holds up a gorilla toy in her other hand. //"Which one?// (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Point at the ugly sweater->PAX 1]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Point at the gorilla toy->PAX 1]]

//"Perfect! That's what I was thinking too!"// Abigail clutches her items (you spot a Twilight book in her arms) and joins the queue to pay. You go to look at the CD's located on the shelf at the back of the shop. While navigating through the plastic books, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck slowly rise. You try to ignore it, but it's impossible. You turn around to try and figure out whats going on, when you lock eyes on it. Looking through the glass window front of the shop, you see a...man? standing outside the shop. No, no...man isnt the right word for...this. It's a monster. A snarling lion-creature. With a 6ft frame, his nightmarish dark skull dripping with goop is haloed by a mass of curly bestial hair. His skin is leathery and his thin humanoid skeleton is shrouded with thick yellowish hair. He is hunched over, sporting long claw like fingers and a grotesque set of browning sharp teeth. His black empty eyes are glaring at you. You feel yourself take a step forward, and immediately stop yourself. What do you do? (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Ignore him. Keep shopping.->Begone]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Follow him...->Follow]]

''You choose to ignore the demon'' You turn around and ignore the lion man, deciding to try and supress the spine chilling feeling you can't defeat. You go back and continue to look through the CD collection, finding something that sounds vaugely familiar. The Bermuda Triangle by Isao Tomita. Your eyes settle on the price tag. £6 for a second hand CD? You curse under your breath, and look around. No-one is paying attention... (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Pay like a good law abiding citizen->Pay]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Slip the CD into your pocket->Steal]]

''You choose to follow him'' The beast steps away from the window. Ignoring Abigal's calls, you exit the shop and follow the monster. The cold air hits you like a sharp slap in the face. You take a moment to find the lion man again, and spot him standing on the curb. Maintaining eye contact, he takes a step backwards, walking into the lanes of traffic. He ends up in the middle of the road, cars driving past unphased. He curls a finger, beckoning you. (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Go back inside->Inside]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Follow him->Death]]

''You choose to follow him into the road'' Your body seems to move on it's own. Your breath comes in short trips. You feel your heart careening against your ribcage. Slowly, you put one foot in front of the over, reaching the end of the street. You feel the monster's eyes fixated on you. Without checking to see oncoming cars, you keep walking. You're 3 metres away. You feel his love entering your arms. 2 metres away. You sense his adoration enter your ears. 1 metre. His affection makes your legs numb and your knees shake. Only a couple...more...steps....... ........... ...... .. ''THUNK'' The screeching of breaks. The screams of people. The impact of landing on the tarmac. The rush of blood gushing. Lights flashing behind your eyes. Purple pain attacking your body. You blink a couple of times, fighting the darkness at the corner of your eyes but your only met with the grisly face of the lion demon. ''Bad luck :('' (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Try again->Morning]]

''You choose to ignore the lion man'' (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Ignore the lion man->Begone]]

You shuffle over to Abigail who is currently buying her items. After she is finished you pass the volunteer a ten pound note and they return with your cash. //"Okay! Next shop!'// Abigail says excitedly. //"Yeah, let's go."// You say hurriedly. *** You go to the next charity shop next door, desperately trying to ignore the events that have happened. You laugh and joke around with Abigail, looking through the endless hangers of clothes. You come across a long, emerald coloured gown in your size. You turn to face Abigail. //"I'm just going to try this on real quick."// //"Alrighty! I'll be looking at the shoes."// You go into the changing room, pulling the curtain. You quickly strip and put the dress on. It fits perfectly. You look at yourself in the mirror, admiring the way it clings onto your body. Happy, you start taking it off when suddenly your hairs stand on end again. You look in the mirror, and behind you the lion man towers over you. His freezing hand clutching your shoulder. What do you do? (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Run out of the shop->Run]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Smash the mirror->Smash]]

You look around to make sure no one is watching, and subtly place the CD in your pocket. Almost immediately, your body is paralysed and your struck with images. Horrible images. Walls with symbols drawn on with blood. Heads resting on cupboards. Bodies in gardens. Pills. And finally, the lion demon reaching out for you, sharp claws aiming for your jugular. You audibly gasp, alerting the old lady next to you, and decide to pay for your CD. (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Go pay->Pay]]

''You choose to run'' Your fight or flight kicks in. And right now its flight. You wrench the curtain away and sprint out of the room, running out of the shop, ignoring Abigail's protests. Your brain is in overdrive. Every nerve is tingling. Your shoulder where his hands held is buring. Your hair is falling in front of your face and you desperately look around. Blind in a panic, you run. ''THUNK'' The screeching of breaks. The screams of people. The impact of landing on the tarmac. The rush of blood gushing. Lights flashing behind your eyes. Purple pain attacking your body. You blink a couple of times, fighting the darkness at the corner of your eyes but your only met with the grisly face of the lion demon. ''Bad Luck :('' (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Start Again->Morning]]

''You choose to smash the mirror'' In a fit of rage, you curl your fist and punch the demon's face in the mirror. A loud shatter cuts through the air and a shower of glass cascades down upon you. You shield yourself with your arms. The curtain is swiped open, and you see Abigail staring at you. Your right hand is bleeding. //"What the fuck"// You try to explain but as soon as you open your mouth you burst into tears. Abigail holds you as you sob, your whole body shaking. She takes you out of the shop and into the street. She hugs you as you shiver. Your still wearing that stupid skimpy dress. You try to explain but your words are slurred and slushed with tears. After a while, you catch your breath and look up to Abigail with red eyes. (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Let's keep shopping->Pers]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[I want to go home.->Home]]

''You choose to keep shopping'' Abigail looks at you, concerned. //"Are you sure?"// You nod, defiantely. You won't let this...hallucination or whatever ruin your day. //"Okay then"// She takes your hand and you keep walking down the street until you encounter the next charity shop. As Abigail enters through the door, you turn around and see the lion man standing in the middle of the road. (t8n-time:1.1s)[[F̵̦̺͕́̐͟ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ẅ̷̷̢̟͇͈̒ H̶̪͍̒ͥ͑̓i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡->Death]] (t8n-time:1.1s)[[F̵̦̺͕́̐͟ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ẅ̷̷̢̟͇͈̒ H̶̪͍̒ͥ͑̓i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡->Death]]

''You chose to go home'' //"I want to go home"// You say meekly. //"That's okay,"// Abigail responds //"You should rest up. Let me know when you get home safe."// She wraps you in a big bear hug and you instantly feel comforted. //"Thanks Abigail"// you say, tearing up. You start your long dreary journey home, dozing off while on the train until you finally get home. You eat some leftovers for dinner, brush your teeth and tuck yourself into bed. You drift off as soon as your head hits the pillow, sinking into comforting darkness. (link:"Choose to dream...")[= You wake up. Your lying in bed, and everything is dark except for a sliver of light peeking out from your door. The patch of light expands as the door opens, and you hear strangled breathing and heavy footsteps. You can't move. Your paryalysed. The lion man leans down towards you, and you feel his hot breath on your face. He chokes out a word, //"P.A.X"//. You want to scream. You want to push him away. Instead fear crawls up your throat like bile. He reaches a long, bony finger towards you, going closer and closer to your eye... ''Bad luck :('' (t8n-time:1.1s)[[Start again->Morning]]

//"You wanna hang out today?// What do you say? [[Yeah I'd love to->Istara Yes]] [[Sorry man I have too much homework to do->Morning]]

''You choose to hang out with Ivy'' You wait, looking at your phone. One minute...Two minutes...Three minutes. (link:"Ivy's online")[= //"Hi sorry. What do you want to do?"// [[The weathers nice. Let's go for a bike ride.->Bike Ride]]

''You choose bike ride'' //"oh yeah i hadn't thought of that. where do you wanna go?"// [[Let's go where we always go->Tennis]] [[Let's switch it up->Canal]]

''You choose to switch it up'' //"Lets go swimming!"// You suggest //"Haha very funny. You know I can't swim."// Ivy responds. //"Oh! But lets go to the canal. We can ride along the path! Okay, see you soon."// (link:"Get ready to leave")[= You go and collect your bike from the back of the house, and as your wheeling it to the door you hear the doorbell go. You go to answer it and see Ivy, on her bike and smiling at you. //"Let's go"// she says. (link:"Ride along with her")[= The ride is lovely. The path is mainly flat so its not a strenuous ride, but with the occasional bump so you don't get bored. You love watching the ducks glide along the water. You eventually come to a natural stop. //"Do you wanna get off here? We can lock up the bikes and check out the market at Portobello?// Ivy shrugs. //"Sure. My legs are starting to hurt anyways."// You lock up the bikes and walk along the strip of vintage shops. Near the end of the road, you find an small outside stall shaded from the sun with what seems like a cardboard stack. Ivy walks past, but you grab her arm to slow her and have a look at the stall. You take a while looking through his items, enough time for Ivy to get impatient and whine for you to hurry up. You settle on two items but cant decide which one to get. (link:"The figurine")[= Your first drawn to a small figurine that fits in the palm of your hand. It's of a small white mother cat, curled up, content and sleeping. Her ears and whiskers are painted in small black details. Lying in the crook of the cat's curl, the mothers kitten lays sleeping on her, it's small paws resting on her back. It's a sweet figurine that speaks on maternal love. (link:"The painting")[= However your attention is also taken by a framed sketch of a lion creature. It's nothing more of a garish creature drawn with charcol on a white canvas. The drawing is of a nightmarish screaming skull-like face. It's surrounded by a lion like mane of fur. The eyes are scarily realistic and are remnicscient to those of a humans. His teeth is scarily human except for his enlargened and sharp incisors that reach down to his chin, as if to remind you he's not human. (link:"Make a choice")[= [[Buy the painting->Painting]] [[Buy the figurine->Kitten]]

''You choose to keep to the same'' //"Alrighty. I'll see you in a sec"// (link:"Get your bike")[= You go and collect your bike from the back of the house, and as your wheeling it to the door you hear the doorbell go. You go to answer it and see Ivy, on her bike and smiling at you. //"Where's your helmet?"// you ask. Her Dad always makes her wear one. //"I dunno. I lost it."// she responds. You shrug. It seems plausible. She's always losing her things. You set off to where you always ride with Ivy, in the small park area behind the tennis courts. It's in the next neighbourhood, so the ride isnt long but its pleasant, especially next to Ivy. You stop off at the top of College road, wheeling your bikes down to the health food shop. Luckily, Ivy brought a bike lock with her. You lock your bikes up and both head inside to buy lunch. You both head over to the sushi section. What do you get? [[Salmon rice bowl->Sushi]] [[Tuna rolls->Sushi]]

You pick up some chopsticks and wasabi, and go to pay at the counter with Ivy. Clutching your lunch, you put it in Ivy's bag for the rest of the trip. You ride back up College road, taking a right and riding on a long smooth road. You take your hands off the bars and stand up, letting the wind whistle in your ear and blow your hair around your face. You then turn left into a private road, where in the middle lies four tennis courts. Behind the tennis courts is a small hilled park, almost a garden. You and Ivy are wheeling your bikes past the tennis courts when suddenly you hear a shout. You turn around to see a man in his forties decked out in tennis gear. He wears reflective sunglasses, a sun visor, a white collared shirt with matching white shorts that reveals more than you would like to see. He looks at you menacingly. //"You better not be staying here"// he snarls, //"You scummy childeren are always too loud"// What do you do? [[Ignore him ->Ignore]] [[Who does he think he is? Shout back at him->Shout]]

You roll your eyes and keep walking to the grassy area, holding the bars of your bike tightly. As you leave you hear the balding man taunting you and shouting for you to leave. You ignore him. [[Sit down and eat with Ivy->Picnic]]

//"This is a public place, old man. Grow up."// You shout back at him. The man grinds his teeth. //"You need to be more repspectful young lady.//" He replies in a desperate bark. //"And you need to stop being so grumpy you-."// you open your mouth to continue shouting obscenities at this bastard man, but you feel a gentle touch on your arm and turn to see Ivy. //"Just ignore him man. Come on lets go."// Not wanting to embarrass your friend, you turn back to your bike and continue riding to the park area. [[Sit down and eat with Ivy->Picnic]]

You sit down with Ivy under the shade of an oak tree. Ivy gets out your lunch from her bag and passes it to you. Suddenly you feel waves of hunger that wasn't there before and you eat your food quickly. Meanwhile Ivy just nibbles on her california roll. //"Well that was awkward"// you try an attempt at humour. Ivy just laughs feebly. //"You alright?"// You ask her. //"Yeah I'm fine, just tired."// She responds. //"You sure?"// //"I said I'm fine"// (link:"You decide to leave it.")[= Lunch eaten and packaging discarded, you both lie down in the grass under the shade. The weather has heaten up and coats you in comfort. A comfortable silence falls over you both as you just soak up the warmth. Ivy rolls over to her side to look at you, resting her head on a propped up arm. //"We should probably get going. My mum expects me home soon."// //"Alright"// You get on your feet and prop your bike up, getting ready to leave with Istara. You wheel your bike past the tennis courts again, where you feel the mans eyes fixated on you. //"You'll regret this"// he says menacingly. //"Yeah yeah"// you mutter under your breath. You ride back along the flat road again, letting the cool breeze cool you from the beating sun. You look ahead to see Ivy feeling the same contentness. [[Ᵽᵾsħ Ħɇɍ->Die]] [[Keep Riding->Riding]]

''You choose to push Ivy'' Your conciousness hides to the back of your brain. Your body goes numb. Your legs go into overdrive as you pedal hard to catch up to Ivy. She turns to look at you and grins. You both slow down as you come onto a busy road. It's now or never. Using all your force you bash your bike into Ivy's. Hard. She lets out a small yelp and looks at you confused. Your both still rolling towards the busy road. Again. You bash into her hard, causing her to edge forward towards the road. She's starting to panic. //"What are you doing?!"// Just...one...more. Using brute strength you shove yourself into Ivy, causing her to lose control. She spirals forwards into the road, and ''THUMP'' A heavy duty truck rolls past. Her body flies through the air and makes a satisfying crack as it lands back on the tarmac. Your body switches out. All you can hear is the blood pounding in your ears and your piercing scream. You run over to where Ivy lies, blood flowing thick and fast out of her head. You hold her limp body, questioning why you had just done what you did, and wishing you didn't. If only she was wearing a helmet :( [[Start again?->Morning]]

''You choose to keep riding'' You swerve a little, and quickly regain control. You're drifting past the houses, and soon come to the park on your right. You both stop pedalling and just let the bike guide you down the hill. (link:"Keep riding")[= Your coming near to the end of the hill, and start riding past the school. //"Oh wait!"// comes Ivy's voice, //"My chains come off. Slow down!"// [[Stop and help her fix her chain->Chain]] [[Tell her to not worry. You can safely get home and fix it there.->Worry]]

''You choose to help her fix her chain'' You slow down and rest your bike next to the park fence. Ivy joins you, and you both look at her bike chain. //"Oh thats easy"// you say and you hook your fingers on the chain and place it back to its spot. //"You just need to add some oil when you get home so it works better"// Ivy smiles //"Thanks"// You both get back onto your bikes and start riding home. (link:"Ᵽᵾsħ Ħɇɍ")[= [[Ᵽᵾsħ Ħɇɍ->Die]] [[Ᵽᵾsħ Ħɇɍ->Die]]

''You choose to ignore it'' //"It's fine!"// You say //"You'll be safe on the way home don't worry. We can fix it once we get to yours"// You shout through the wind and keep riding down the hill. You start speeding up to the end of the road and reach the intersection where you break. You turn around to check on Ivy when... //"HELP. MY BRAKES ARENT WORKING"// She screams, her eyes wide with panic. //"JUMP OFF THE BIKE!"// You screech. To no avail. She can't hear you. You watch with pure helplessness as you watch your friend speed into oncoming traffic. ''THUMP'' A heavy duty truck rolls past. Her body flies through the air and makes a satisfying crack as it lands back on the tarmac. All you can hear is the blood pounding in your ears and your piercing scream. You run over to where Ivy lies, blood flowing thick and fast out of her head. You hold her limp body, instant regret coursing through your veins. Why didn't you stop and fix her bike? Why why why? If only she was wearing a helmet :( [[Start Again->Morning]]

''There are 12 endings. Did you find them all?'' I DID NOT SPELLCHECK. FRANKLY I DO NOT HAVE THE TIME AND I DO NOT CARE ENOUGH. IF YOU NOTICE A SPELLING OR GRAMMAR MISTAKE JUST DO ME A FAVOUR AND IGNORE IT. I am also aware some of the stuff might not line up (your in one place and then all of a sudden your in another.) this is to prevent me from having to rewrite different endings multiple times to make everything match up. So just go with it pls. Also i know a lot of the writing is repeated. I did a lot of this stuff late at night and I'm very tired sorry. Hi! Thank you so much for playing. This took me forfucking ever. 9 hours and 8 minutes to be exact. I timed myself. That doesn't count the editing inbetween and the 1hour and 44 minutes of Colin research that i frankly i could go on doing forever. This was fun. I enjoy sitting down and just typing shit. I had a lot of fun with the descriptions. Might do this again but this was SO unbelievably complicated and i stupidly set myself the target of completing this in three days which put my brain in overdrive and made me utterly insane. It also made me rush a lot of things so it's not the best it could be sorry. Again, thank you for playing i do appreciate it a lot. I like it when my efforts for things go noticed. And if you tried to get multiple endings i do really appreciate it because then I feel like you enjoy it. Bye bye Holly 😊 (link:"Regarding me putting my friends in the game")[= (link:"Long version")[= ''Long version'' Yes I did start off this game wanting to include my friends. I thought it would be fun. Then when I started getting more into the whole lack of free choice and the darker side I ended up changing the names of the characters because it was kinda unsettling writing about killing my friends if you get my drift. Then I realised none of the dialouge sounded like the people I was basing them off because I wasn't bothered to characterise them at all (you'll have noticed Ivy is NOTHING like Istara, which is who she was meant to be in the first place) That then finally made me realise i wasnt even basing this game off my friends in the first place, just the experiences I had with them. I also couldn't be asked to tell you guys I changed it so this is how you're finding out whoop!! Sorry. (link:"Short version")[= ''Short Version'' I originally wanted to include my friends in the game but I didn't because various reasons. (link:"DISCLAIMERS")[= ''DISCLAIMERS'' -I do not know how bikes work. I do not know if your brakes stop working if your chain falls off. It probably doesn't. Idk my chain fell off years ago I can't remember what happened. -I am also aware that canals aren't that deep (at least the one im imagining) and you probably wouldn't drown in one. But I had to take creative liberties lol. -Yes the whole Colin acid scene is from the TV series. Amber told me to write an acid scene with someone jumping and you know what they say about acid. You cant write about it if you've never done it before ;) i did some research about the affects of LSD and how you would feel which was fun. -Same thing with Colin actually. I wanted to write a character ''based off'' him but Amber said fuck that. And you gotta give the people what they want yk. -Fun fact; All bands on Colin's list are bands I listen to on the regular and enjoy. -Don't ask why they're drinking coffee. Blame Amber. -Last Colin route is just a cute date. I was tired of making everything morbid. Enjoy.

''You choose the painting'' You pick up the painting and pass it to the store man. Your eyes study his character. His hair is wizened and almost fossilized with how dry and thin it is.He has sad and worn down eyes with a distinctive bearsd. It wasn't an impressive sailors beard, but rather pathetic. It was straggly and unkempt. He stood with a weary lethargic air. Your nose wrinkles as you get closer to him. His eyes light up as you give it to him. He looks at you. //"Ahhh. I was waiting for someone to pick that up."// //"You were?"// //"Oh yes. It has quite the backstory? Do you want to hear?"// //"Yes please."// You respond, ignoring Ivy's grumbles behind you. //"Well, apparently, the artist is that one author. Whats his name...John Sweeney! He was experiencing hallucinations of the of that 'lion man' or something. He famously drew this sketch before killing his wife."// //"Jesus...thats intense"// //"Yup! £5 please"// You pass the man the money and recieve a bag to hold the painting. (link:"Catch up to Ivy")[= //"Thank god. You took forever. I want to go home I'm exhausted"// You think about saying something about getting something to eat but Ivy's face shuts you up. //"Yeah let's go"// You say simply. [[Ride home->Drown]]

''You choose the kitten'' You pick up the kitten figurine and pass it to the man handling the store. "//50p please//" he says gruffly, and you drop the coin in his outstretched hand. You thank him. Ivy rolls her eyes. "//Hurry up, slowpoke. I want to go home I'm exhausted//" [[Go home with Ivy->Go Home]]

You pick up your bikes and go home the way you came. The ride is quicker than on the way, yet less as pleasant as you pedal with weary limbs. Halfway on your journey home, you stop, shouting at Ivy. //"Ivy stop!"// You cry out and point at the canal. //"Theres something in there."// Ivy stops and props her bike up. She moves over to the edge of the canal where your crouching over, trying to study whats in the water. Upon futher inspection, you realise it's a body and fear clutches is cold, dead hands on your body. //"Ivy..."// you whisper //"Someone's in there."// The body drifts closer, and you feel like your going to be sick. You recognise the body. It's the man who sold you the painting. The straggly old man with the pathetic beard. But something is wrong. His face is in an expression of fear. His mouth is open in a grotesque scream. And whats worse, is his eyes. Where his eyes should be remains black, bloody pits. He has no eyeballs, someone had brutally scratched them out. Scratches are all around his face and neck. Your about to turn to Ivy to tell her to call someone, when instead you find yourself falling into the canal. The cold water forcibly makes you gasp, and you swim to the surface to cough out the water you swallowed. You expect Ivy to hold out a hand to pull you back up, but she remains where she is, eyes wide with panic. Your head hurts and water runs out of your nose. //"Ivy, help me!"// You screech but she doesn't move, just tears moving silently down her face. //"What are you doing?!"// //"I....I don't know."// She stutters. She holds out a hand, and you gratefully hold out your arm for her to hold. But instead her hand grabs onto the back of your head, and forces your head back into the water. You try to rip her hand off you but her grip is iron strong and struggling is useless. Your lungs are bursting and you know you can't keep holding your breath for much longer. After another attempt of trying to get her hand off you, you give up, your whole body exhausted. It was useless. You were thrashing inside an invisible prison. Cold water filled your lungs and blood was pounding behind your eyes. Your throat burned as if a thousand needles were pricking it. You let the darkness overtake you, and bittersweetly passed out, forgetting everything. ''Lol bad luck'' [[Try again->Morning]]

You pick up your bikes and go home the way you came. The ride is quicker than on the way, yet less as pleasant as you pedal with weary limbs. Ivy lags behind you a little, and every time you turn around to look at her, she looks weary. [[Ᵽᵾsħ ħɇɍ->Push]] [[Keep riding->Ride]]

[''You choose to keep riding'' You swerve a little, and quickly regain control. The thought you just had caught you a little off guard. You continue riding along the canal, satisfied with focusing on not crashing. //"Hey can we take a break? I wanna drink some water!"// You both slow down and prop your bikes up. Ivy takes her waterbottle and takes a long glug of it. She gasps loudly when finished. She offers the bottle to you and you decline, just wanting to get home. (link:"Keep riding")[= You keep riding for a couple more minutes, with Ivy on your right. You keep looking over at her. [[Ᵽᵾsħ ħɇɍ->Push]] [[Ᵽᵾsħ ħɇɍ->Push]]

''You choose to push Ivy'' Your conciousness hides to the back of your brain. Your body goes numb. Ivy turns to look at you and grins. It's now or never. Using all your force you bash your bike into Ivy's. Hard. She lets out a small yelp as her bike spirals out of control and she falls into the canal. //"This isnt funny!//" she screeches //"You know I can't swim."// You watch her limbs flail around, splashing around helplessly. //"HELP ME."// You stand there rooted to the ground, watching, incapable to move. Every ligament in your body has frozen over and you just watch your friend struggle. Eventually the splashing of water ceases out of exhaustion, and you watch as Ivy submerges under the water. The only remnant of her being there being a small trail of bubbles. ''Lol rip bozo'' [[Start again->Morning]]

//"You got anywhere to be today?"// What do you say? [[Nope. What were you thinking?->Colin Yes]] [[Sorry man. Family plans.->Morning]]

''Good Morning!'' Rays of sunlight peeking through your curtains causes you to stir. You groan as you open your eyes, blinding you momentarily. You immediately close them, and roll over, trying to achieve the window that will allow you to fall back asleep again. That was not going to happen. After a couple of minutes of useless eye shut, you open your eyes and lie in bed for a moment. Your phone pings on your bed side table, and you roll over to read the message. Turns out you have three. Which one do you open? [[Abigail's Message->Amber's Message]] [[Ivy's Message->Istara's Message]] [[Colin's message->Colin's Message]] (link:"Click if you're finished playing")[= [[Authors Note->Authors Note]]

''You choose to hang out with Colin'' //"You can come to mine? Or we can go out if you want."// [[I'm happy to go to yours->Colin House]] [[Let's go out ->Music]]

''You choose to go out'' //"Alright. Why don't we meet up at the hmv near your house. I need to stock up on records anyways."// *** When you arrive to the shop, Colin is waiting outside with a cigarette in mouth. When he sees you, he drops it onto the floor and grinds it with his foot. //"Took you long enough. Come on, lets go in."// You both find solace in the endless shelves of CDs, vinyls and cassettes to flick through. You walk in silence, both in a world of your own. As you mindlessly pick up whatever peaks your interest, you watch Colin meticiously search for specific records. You sidle over to him, and notice he has a slip of paper in his hand. You read it, and see some bands you recognise written in his familiar scrawl. //Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Bauhaus The Cure Joy Division Siouxsie and the Banshees// He notices you staring, then at what you have in your arms. //"What you got there?"// You hold up two CDs. //"I can't decide between Arctic Monkeys or the Gorillaz's new release. The Car or Cracker Island.?"// Colin makes a face. //"What?"// //"Nothing. It's just interesting choices."// He points at the Gorillaz record. //"Better cover art."// He says simply, before going back to look for his records. He pulls out a couple of records and gives them to you to look at. //From Her To Eternity Burning from the Inside The Head On The Door Closer Hyaena// //"Funny. All the music you choose out is from the early 80s. Why?"// //"I dunno. Guess I just miss that time."// Your about to retort about how he wasn't even alive then, but choose to ignore it. You both pay for your records, and Colin turns to you. //"Wanna go for coffee?"// You smile //"Yes please."// [[Go get coffee->Coffee]]

''You choose to go to Colin's flat'' "//Alrighty. Lemme clear up a bit before you get here."// *** A couple hours later and your at Colin's flat, in what he calls his den. It's a mix between his office and a lounge. A long brown sofa takes up most space with a coffee table and a ratty armchair. His record collection takes up the whole back wall and his desk covered in wires is in a corner. His walls are covered in posters, with small gaps of wallpaper peeking through, crying for help. You point at his mess of a desk //"Whats that?"// He looks at where your pointing //"Oh that? I'm working on it at the moment. It's called Nohyzdyve."// He collapses on the chair, clutching two mugs of tea. He places one on the coffee table and motions for you to sit down. You sit on the sofa and watch and he brings out a small pot from his pocket. He delicately places two fingers in said pot, and reveals them with what looks like two tiny pieces of paper, small than your fingernail, resting on his middle and index finger. //"What's that?"// You ask //"A little mind candy"// He responds simply //"One for you and one for me"// You gulp //"Do you want it? Don't feel pressured."// [[Yes.->Yes]] [[No.->No]]

You reach over and take the tab off Colin's fingers. //"Watch"// he says. You watch as he places the tab on his outstretched tounge and then puts his tongue back in his mouth, letting the tab dissolve in his mouth. You repeat his actions. //"Now what?"// //"Now, we wait."// *** 20 minutes after talking to Colin, you feel it kicking in. Colin seems to have liquified, his hand movements and gestures moving like jelly. Time doesn't exist. Someone has turned on a disco ball because colours from Colin's various posters seem to have leaked out and dance around your head. You focus on Colin, whose pupils have expanded over his whole iris, and you both laugh at eachother, knowingly. [[Chill with Colin->Monologue]]

You shake your head. //"No, sorry. I can't do that. Thanks for the offer though."// You look down, almost ashamed with yourself. Colin just shrugs. //"Just thought i'd give you the choice"// he says before placing the tab in his mouth and gets up from his seat. You keep looking at your feet while Colin approaches his records. He flicks through his vinyls before choosing Doolittle by The Pixies and approaching to take his seat back. Before he does that however, he picks up your tea from the table and places it in your hands. //"Don't forget your tea"// You laugh awkwardly //"Heh, yeah. Thanks."// You take a sip. *** After 20 minutes of chatting to Colin about whatever, things start feeling weird. The word appears distorted. Colin's voice ranges from high pitch to an unnatural growl. All the colours in his dull room has become more vibrant, and you're instantly filled with with euphoria. You're unable to stop a giggle that bubbles out of your throat. //"What have you done?"// //"I chose for you."// [[Chill with Colin->Monologue]]

You lie down on Colin's sofa, enjoying the way your body feels and how the ceiling swirls above you. While this is happening, you tune in to Colin's rambling every so often. Last time you checked in, he was muttering about mushrooms. (link:"Find out what he's talking about now.")[= //"People think there's one reality but theres loads of them and what we do on one path affects what happens on the other paths. Time is a construct. People think you can't go back and change things, but you can. When you make a decision you think it's you making it but it's not. It's the spirit out there that's connected to our world that decides what we do and we just have to go along for the ride."// This is new. You sit up to pay attention properly to Colin's words. (link:"Continue listening")[= //"Theres messages in every game. Like pac-man. You know what pac stands for? P.A.C Program and Control. The whole things a metaphor. He thinks he has control but really he is trapped in a maze. If he manages to escape from one side of the maze, what happens? He just pops in from the other side."// You groan. Now he was just chatting shit. Colin was always a video game nerd. (link:"Keep listening")[= People think it's a happy game, but it's not a happy game, it's a fucking nightmare world and the worst thing is, it's real and we live in it. I've given you the knowledge. I've set you free. Do you understand? (link:"Maybe")[= (link:"Yes. Sort of.")[= //"I'll show you what I mean. Come with me."// Colin stands up from his chair and walks over to his glass doors. You follow him as he opens them, and walks out onto his balcony. A nice breeze cools you instantly. You look at the skyline, all the lights pouring out through the windows of the houses. Distant reds from cranes and yellows of typical bulbs. Stars stud the dark night sky with small twinklings of light. Colin starts speaking again. //"We're on one path. Me and you. How one path ends is irrelevant. It's how our decisions along that path affect the whole that matters. Do you believe me?"// (link:"I don't know")[= //"I'll prove it. One of us is going over. Over there"// He points to over the border of the balcony. (link:"You'd die")[= //"It wouldn't matter because there are other timelines. How many times have you watched pac-man die? Doesnt bother him. He just tries again. One of us is jumping. Whose it going to be?// ''Whose it going to be?'' [[You->You]] [[Colin->Colin]]

''You choose to jump'' //"I like your style"// You laugh, and start climbing over. You hoist yourself up, gracefully swinging your legs over. The effort makes you pant a little, but you just end up laughing. You take one last look at Colin, who gives you a reassuring smile. It will all be fine. He said so. You'll just wake up again. You close your eyes, and taking a deep breath, throw yourself over. You open your eyes as you fall, the ground rushing towards you faster than you expected. It's fun. It's like diving from a tall board. Your reminded of your childhood of leisure centres for a split second before being dragged back to reality. You struggle to catch your breath. It's no longer enjoyable. It's all over way too soon. The wind is whistling in your ears when all of a sudden the tarmac is there. Then just black. [[Start again->Morning]]

''You choose Colin'' //"Fair enough"// He swings his body over the balcony barrier effortlessly, like he's done this multiple times before. He smiles at you, before projecting himself off. You look over the balcony to see what happens. You watch his body falling, his shirt and jeans flapping in the wind. Then it's all over in a heartbeat. His body hits the floor with a silent thump. Blood instantly puddles from underneath him. Nothing happens. It's no longer fun. It's like all oxygen has escaped your body. Your struggling to keep up. Your heart is careening against your ribs. Your trying to desperately find something to hold onto, to give you the stability you need. What is it Colin said? Just go back and change the things you did. It's possible. Go back. Go back. Go back. Go back. (link:"Go back")[= Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back [[Go back->Colin Yes]] Go back Go back Go backGo back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back Go back

Colin takes you to a small brown coffee shop called Amber's cafe that sits on the corner of a residential street. The inside is hazy with smoke and all the decor is brown. Your led to a small table in the corner of the shop. The cafe is fairly empty, except for an overly excited couple by the window who can't take their hands off eachother, and a solitary old man muttering old nothings to himself. A waitress with blue dyed hair and a face full of piercings comes over to take your order. Colin orders a double espresso. //"And for you?// the waitress asks ''And for you'' [[Cappucino->Coffee 2]] [[Latte->Coffee 2]]

//"Alrighty. I'll get that for you in a sec."// Colin lets out a light chuckle. //"What?// you ask //"I didn't realise you drink coffee in the most pathetic form."// //"Oh shut up"// He just laughs He pulls out his tobacco pouch from his pocket, aswell as a paper and filter. In a comfortable silence he rolls a cigarette. //"How come you don't smoke pre-rolled? You make enough for it."// He places his cigarette in his mouth and lights it with a classic metal lighter. //"Pre-rolled have strychnine in them."// he says it like its obvious information. You try and act like you know what strychnine is. //"Ohhh riight."// The waitress comes back to your table with your coffees and places them on the table. Colin quickly downs his in one go, necking it back like it's a shot of vodka. You sip at your drink. He takes a draw from his cigarette. //"Alright. Lets go back to mine."// You try to protest but before you can he's already on his feet and out of the door. You take a big gulp of your drink, it scalding your throat. You reach into your pocket and bring out some coins, throwing them on the table and shouting thank you before leaving to catch up to Colin. [[Go to Colin's->House]]

A small walk later and your at Colin's flat, in what he calls his den. It's a mix between his office and a lounge. A long brown sofa takes up most space with a coffee table and a ratty armchair. His record collection takes up the whole back wall and his desk covered in wires is in a corner. His walls are covered in posters, with small gaps of wallpaper peeking through, crying for help. You point at his mess of a desk //"Whats that?"// He looks at where your pointing //"Oh that? I'm working on it at the moment. It's called Nohyzdyve. Wanna have a go?// //"Sure."// You both go to his desk and he starts the game up for you. It's a freefall game, where you have to avoid obstacles in your path. //"Wow."// you say //"The sprites are so smooth"// //"Yup"// he mutters //"That took a while"// He goes to a huge mass of carboard boxes and fishes out an old casing. //"Aha,"// he says, happy with his find. He goes over to his TV and puts the game catridge in the reader. //"We have to use a commodore for this game. Has a nice sound chip, the commodore does."// You go over to where Colin is sitting cross legged on the floor, and pick up the gaming controller he gave you. The TV screen loads up an old pixel game, from the 80s Colin explains. It's a simple fighting game. Colin chooses The Mysterious Stranger. He's tall and lanky, wearing a long black trench coat with a matching black fedora that casts a shadow over most of his face. His weapon is classed as : secret. ''Who do you choose?'' (link:"Character 1")[= ''The Old Lady'' Character 1 goes by the name Linda. She is a sweet 5"2 old lady, who walks using a cane. Her grey curly hair is mostly covered by a head scarf, and she wears a long red dress underneath a quilted coat. Her weapon is classed as : handbag (link:"Character 2")[= ''The Obvious Fan Service'' Character 2 is called Lucy. She is tall, with her hair cut short in a choppy bob. Her eyes are dark and smoky, with a velvety lip colour. Despite the game being in pixels, her perfect body is highlighted in a skin tight black body suit, with black heeled boots to match. Her weapon is classed as : pistol [[Linda->Fight]] [[Lucy->Fight]]

Your both plunged into an arena, and you both fight against eachother in what seems a basic fighting game. You use your special skill multiple times, however Colin refrains from using his. Despite this, he still has the upperhand throughout. You had 4hp left. ''What do you do?'' [[Attack->Attack]] [[Defend yourself->Defend]]

You defend yourself from Colin's next attack. Big mistake. Your defence falls through. Colin finally uses his special skill. He opens up his long trench coat to reveal rows after rows of knifes. Blade after blade flies towards your character, stabbing every inch of you. Morbid images of pixel blood oozes from your character. //"Dammit"// you swear //"You always win"// //"I'm just better than you"// Colin shrugs. //"Round 2?"// //"I would but i'm exhausted. I think i might head home"// you admit //"Alright. Suit yourself."// ''Congratulations! You got the only nice ending!! I got tired at the end of making this game lol.'' [[Start again->Morning]]

You use the last of your energy and choose to use your special attack one more time. It completely oneshots Colin and his avatar crumbles to nothingness. Silence. You let out a whoop of joy as Colin stares in disbelief at the screen //''Bollocks"// he swears //"I let you win"// //"Hah! As if!"// you both laugh at this, knowing Colin is right. You suck at video games. //"Round 2?"// //"I would but i'm exhausted. I think i might head home"// you admit //"Alright. Suit yourself."// ''Congratulations! You got the only nice ending!! I got tired at the end of making this game lol.'' [[Start again->Morning]]