WEEK 6 CYOA - CLAUDE, FUTABA, LUX, KON

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[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]

[amain]

[ Can she even see the head? The lamp goes out, so we will say Futaba will drop it, and all that gives light is the gold glow pulsing along the limb. When she tries to stab it with pliers, she will only catch onto the limb wrapped around her.

It's... Very difficult to damage this limb with the plier, but as she keeps trying, it does let out a little groan, as if somewhat inconvenienced.

A familiar voice shouts: ]

Leave her alone!

[ Guess who's back! It's hard to see where he is, but that's definitely Taichi's voice. Does she want to say anything to him? Call for help? Tell him to run...? ]

[alitaba]

[ she's making educated guesses it's fine. ]

Taichi-

[ shade or not, help is help?? if he can distract it, it's better than she's headed right now. after all, she's gonna be flataba if mr snake continues to have its way. can she shove the plier in its mouth?? ]

[amain]

[ She can try shoving the air because in the dark, it's very hard to see where its mouth is. Unfortunately, she can't land anything on what would be the "head." However, it does seem distracted with Taichi.

It's hard to see, but Taichi is doing his best. There's the sound of broken wood, like he threw something, and it falls onto the floor. Soft sifting trails after, like sand pouring out.

Mm. It decides it doesn't want Futaba, though it doesn't stop tightening its hold. Is that the sound of bone almost breaking? Something else slithers closer, then the creak of a door opening starts. She's hastily and abruptly thrown down, back into where she began.

It's dark in here... And as she gets a hold of herself, the smell of corpses wafts around her. It's intense, too ripe for any person to take in. She can feel flesh below her... Cold, wet. If she tries to get up, she will notice that her arm is broken. She doesn't get a break for long since the monster throws another body in. Based on the groan, it's Taichi.

Both of them are on the pile of corpses.

If only this was the end. The door shuts closed and maybe the darkness would be comforting, but the gold pulsing glow can be seen in there. It's here with both of them, though a lot smaller than it seemed earlier. ]