WEEK 6 CYOA - CLAUDE, FUTABA, LUX, KON

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[alitaba]

[ ikr. she was kinda expecting him to go a little crazy. it's fine, she just killed him once instead.

anyway since that worked only so well, she's sticking to a wall and slowly creeping forward instead. h..ELLO.....? ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS.......... ]

[amain]

[ Nothing suspicious...!!!! As she walks further in, sticking to the wall, she will see there's a ladder going to the upper level! And also a door on the level she's on. Futaba meets the end of the section fairly quickly.

It's a small section, most likely one end of the ship. ]

[alitaba]

[ time to check the other door....! ]

[amain]

[ Door!

It looks like a regular cabin, but things are in a disarray. The table and chairs are toppled over while cates are here and there. It looks like there's a bed of some sort. On one of the walls, there's a speaking tube, a ship's version of a phone. ]

[alitaba]

[ hm, suspicious. she will go pick at the table and bed for anything hiding before doing the same to the crates. hellooooooooo? more loot???

very noticeably futaba avoids the phone like a proper gen-xer ]

[amain]

[ The bed looks... Uncomfortable because it's made out of wood, but there are rustled linens on it. Some papers, too?

The crates take a while to open, but I will give her one. When she pops one open, it's...

Uhm.

"Tools."

She has to inspect them some more. ]

[alitaba]

[ deadeyes

what kind of tools are "tools" ]

[amain]

[ Futaba might recognize them as kind of like BDSM tools.

Except very real. Too real.





They’re torture tools. ]

[alitaba]

[ hm. don't like that.

is there at least something in there she can take with her for potential yeeting purposes. ]

[amain]

[ Specifically for throwing? I mean, there are some whips in here, some pointy stuff like... Breast ripper, a small sickle, pliers, and a choke pear. ]

[alitaba]

[ why do you know so many of these names.

but something small enough she can put into a pocket and either wham into someones face or throw like a hammer. something like a meat tenderizer?? ]

[amain]

[ Google.

Mmm... None of them are quite small enough to be hammer sized. As she peruses these torture instruments, she might hear something come from the speaking tube. ]

[alitaba]

[ thank u based google for this knowledge.

but futaba takes the pliers! those will probably come in handy even if not for clobbering purposes.

on the other hand she makes a horrible face at the idea of answering even a ye olde phone but wanders over anyway to listen in. hewwo........? ]

[amain]

[ It's a soft mumble. If Futaba strains her ears, it sounds like sobbing.

Arghh... hhgh... Ghhh hhhh.

By the speaking tube is a little note. ]

[alitaba]

[ sobbing or more potential zombie noises. squints dubiously.

what does this surprise note say?? ]

[amain]

[ It's a little map that shows this speaking tube is connected to the room above this one.

Now what? ]

[alitaba]

[ ....... helpful.

she sighs to herself, stares at the ceiling, wishing any of the others were here. ]

Hello......? Is anyone there??

[amain]

[ First, there are more grumbles. They almost sound like words.

iii... Nggon... sats. hhgg. arghh ughh.

And it goes silent when Futaba speaks into the tube. The sobbing also stops.

hhhuu?

The sound of things toppling over follows, then something large sounds like it slithers past the tube. The weight of it can be heard against the ceiling of the room Futaba's in and the sound of a door swinging open echoes from above. ]

[alitaba]

[ uUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH.

futaba gently places the phone back and absolutely does not projection shriek through her teeth. badbadbad. this is ending up ye olde silent hill and she's not a fan.

aNYWAYS, NOW THAT SHE IS VAGUELY ARMED AND DANGEROUS IT'S BACK OUT TO THE HALL WHILE SHE DEFINITELY DOES NOT CRY. All doors leading to a room have been tackled, yes? Time to attempt the one heading Elsewhere. ]

[amain]

[ As Futaba runs out of the room and past the doorway that led her to this end, she can hear something large slithering after her. She can't see it since her eyes are looking forward, but she can hear the wooden floor creak and the doorway barely managing whatever this is.

Does she look back? Does she go ahead?

There's a ladder that leads to the upper level in this section, too. Ahead is a dark pathway, but she still has her oil lamp. ]

[alitaba]

[ Oh No
Oh No
Oh No, No, No, No.

I'm glad this is just her constant theme song but futaba is Absolutely Not going up the ladder because this route will (probably) lead to mr. slithers mouth. she is snack sized and she knows it.

that said, her and her handy dandy oil lamp are moving to the pathway. her eyes squint suspiciously at the ladder while she passes it. ]

[amain]

[ Her oil lamp lights her way, seeing that it's a regular pathway in this section of the ship. She does pass by another door, but this thing is so close to her does she want to risk it? Does she want to risk this other ladder beside it to go to the upper level, too?

In front of her is the end of the path with a door at the end.

Which will Futaba choose? Will she finally look behind her?

By the way, you start getting mood music, too. ]

[alitaba]

[ screams in xiv

anyway, futaba tries the door! because if she's lucky it's not right behind her.

it's right behind her isn't it ]

[amain]

[ Maybe if you picked the room door, the outcome would have been different.

Futaba will jiggle the handle, but the door will not open. It will not budge. It's finally here, Futaba. The sound... The grumbling—it's talking. Conveniently, the oil lamp is running out of oil. The light dims exponentially.

Hhhghhhhaaaaa. Aaahhhhghhh.

Something wraps around her legs tightly, then coils to catch one of her arms. To Futaba, it's familiar, if it weren't for the fact it isn't a comforting embrace of Necronomicon. What coils around her is dark and thick with a gold color pulsing across it. The glow that pulses is almost reminiscent of technology and also... Words. It yanks her all the way back to where she came from. It starts crushing her.

Msssnn... Msss. Fffd.

She still has a hand she can use, but it's holding the oil lamp. What will she do? ]

[alitaba]

[ wails

can she flail her arm and try to bop mr snake on the head with the lamp?? otherwise she will drop it and reach for her pliers to jab at mr snake. shoving in its mouth, into an eye, whatever she can manage]