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Nyctohylophobia (Perma-death Quest)

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[X] Talk with one of your friends. - Sierra tell her what just happened to you.
[X] Take a bath. After everything that has happened today you are practically drenched with sweat. Maybe it would be a good idea to wash up?
 
[X] Talk with one of your friends. - Sierra tell her what just happened to you.
[X] Take a bath. After everything that has happened today you are practically drenched with sweat. Maybe it would be a good idea to wash up?

All Will Be Well.

Not a Hope Corgi, but every good horror story has Hope of some sort, even if it somehow how fails

But even when Hope Fails, Determination can carry you through.
 
[X] Talk with one of your friends. - Sierra tell her what just happened to you. Ask her to let the others know before she goes to bed.
[X] Take a bath. After everything that has happened today you are practically drenched with sweat. Maybe it would be a good idea to wash up?
 
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Chapter 16: Come And See
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    You looked at the door to the room Sierra just entered; the room you just left. Something just happened to you in there, something troubling. It was the exact same thing that happened to you back in the woods, only this time you managed to resist it. You felt the need to tell somebody about it.

    "But you know you can talk to me if something is wrong, right?"

    Sierra... Yes, Sierra is who you need to talk to. It was the most obvious choice. Of all your friends she was the one you felt the closest too. Thinking back, nearly all your choices regarding your friends seem to revolve around her in some capacity. Heh, no wonder Danielle seemed to tease the two of you so much.

    Regardless, you knock on the door.

    "Sierra, it's me. Can I come in?"

    "Sure!" You hear her muffled call through the door.

    With her affirmation you grip the doorknob and push the door open, stepping inside. You see Sierra sitting on the bed, fiddling with her phone... and had already taken off her tank top and had cast it down to the floor, her black sports bra the only article of clothing on her torso.

    "Uh-" You managed to utter, your face turning into a shade off red before music erupted from Sierra's phone.

    "Ooh dream weaver~
    I believe you can get me through the night~
    Ooh dream weav-"

    "Ah, sorry about that." She muttered out quickly as she silenced the song coming from her phone. "Was just setting my alarm for the morning." She sets the phone aside and looks to you. "What's up?"

    "Ah, sorry... I, uh, seem to have caught you in the middle of getting ready for bed."

    Sierra raises an eyebrow before looking down at herself, then looking back up to you.

    "Well, yeah." She shrugs. "What else were you expecting? I kinda left all my stuff back at the camp."

    "Right..." You cast your eyes down and rub the back of your head sheepishly.

    "Jesus..." Sierra groaned. "No need to act all embarrassed, just close the door and sit right down." She pats the spot on bed next to her for emphasis.

    You nod and close the door behind you, and walked over to her, taking your spot next to her.

    "You know if Danielle sees us sitting next to each other while you don't have a shirt on we'll never hear the end of this." You say, giving Sierra a wry smile.

    "To be fair, we wouldn't hear the end of it if I was wearing a thick ass coat." She reasoned. You shrugged with a tilt of you head in resignation, to which she laughed. "Anyway, what did you need?"

    You turned away from her, thinking with closed eyes on how to explain this to her. After a moment of deliberation, you inhaled and exhaled, and spoke.

    "Something happened to me. Here. In this room."

    "What do you mean?" She looks at you with an expression of concern.

    The moment of truth.

    You begin explaining the series of events after the two of you split up for her to use the bath. How you went in to inspect each room, and finding that they were pretty much identical. How you found the window in this room open and that you went to close it. You told her of the Whistling, and she went as white as a sheet. You explained that the Whistling was messing with you mind somehow, making it difficult for you to try to shut the window. You explained how it made you feel, how it made you feel so good, how it just made you want to give in to its influence. Thinking back on it, it terrified you how it affecting you. Somehow arousing you with its tune as it poked at your mind.

    You explained you felt something else as well. Something that gave you the strength to resist it and to silence the accursed sound. It didn't arouse you like the Whistling, it was more pure. Loving.

    "Hopeful." Sierra whispered.

    You looked at her a little shocked. Did... did she know?

    "Sierra?"

    "I..." she looked away a bit. "I think I felt it too."

    "When?"

    "After we left the abandoned house." she explained, looking into your eyes. "And ever since, when I start to think about... what I saw when I touched the door, I feel it. It... calms me." She looks away. "Except when you pushed me for an answer..."

    "What is even going on anymore, Sierra?" You shake your head a little.

    "I don't know, Medea. I just don't know." Sierra looks towards the window with a sad expression. "This is all too big for me. Everything that has been happening tonight... It's the stuff of fiction. It's not supposed to happen to us!"

    "But it is." You say, placing a hand on her bare shoulder. "We'll get through this. All of us."

    Sierra looks back to you, smiling at you. You can sense she appreciates your reassurance. In silence you try to rise from your spot, but Sierra grabs your arm.

    "No, stay for a minute." Sierra says, still smiling. You nod and sit right back down. "Do you remember back in the clearing when I wanted to ask you something?"

    You had to think for a moment, but you nod. You remembered. She never did ask her question, the old man showed up before she could even explain.

    "Well..." she shifts around a bit uncomfortably in her spot. "I was going to ask if you'd want to be roommates?"

    "Roommates?" You ask, tilting your head slightly.

    She nods in return. "I've been meaning to move out of my parents' house for a while now, and I figured you must be lonely up in Seattle by yourself. So I figured why not kill two birds with one stone." Sierra looks at you expectantly, clearly hoping for you to say yes.

    "I don't see why not!" You chuckle. "So long as you get a job and pay rent, I don't see anything wrong with rooming with my best friend."

    "Awesome!" Sierra cheered, giving a fist pump for good measure. "We'll work out the details tomorrow, but for now I need some well deserved sleep."

    "I can relate to that," You laugh as you stood up from your spot. "But I'm going to take a bath real quick first. I've been sweating like a pig."

    "Cool, cool." She says, laying down onto the bed while waving you off. "Just so you know, you are free to share the bed with me when you are ready to sleep. After what you just went through, I can imagine you don't want to sleep alone tonight."

    "Thanks for the offer, Sierra." You laugh as you wave to her and head towards the door. "Don't wait up for me though."

    "Trust me, I'm too tired to wait for you."

    "Good night then." You say with a roll of your eyes, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you.

    Satisfied with how that went you cross the hall towards the bathroom, trying to ignore the creepy art hanging on the walls. You lock the door once you entered and begin the process of removing your clothes. It was kind of gross how you had to peel each article of clothing off your body as sweat had seeped into them, sticking them to your body. Once your clothes had been removed you carefully picked them off the floor and placed them on to the vanity, then walked over to the tub and turned the hot water on. After about five minutes later the bath was ready and you eagerly enter the warm water. You let out a satisfied sigh as you slip the waters, your aching muscles being relaxed from the heat.

    "Oh, I so needed this..."

    This house may be creepy, but you happily let that slide for the moment as you soak in the bath. Once you've relaxed for a bit you grab a bar of soap and began the slow process of cleaning yourself, carefully cleansing yourself of the sweat and grime you've accumulated over the day. It takes you a few minutes, but you managed to scrub every inch of you clean.

    Now with cleaning yourself done you lay back in the tub, relaxing in the warm water which was beginning to cool. You smile to yourself in satisfaction as your entire body relaxes. You were so blissful you slowly blinked your eyes as you started to drift off to sleep...


    When you open your eyes you don't find yourself in the bathroom anymore, bathing in a tub.

    Instead you found yourself sinking.

    Sinking in water     far deeper than a bathtub. You were in a lake or an ocean.

    Your eyes widen and you begin thrashing around, trying to swim up towards the surface but still kept sinking. It was as if something was pulling down towards the bottom of wherever you are. But you desperately kept trying to swim towards the surface, the light of which gradually became dimmer as you sank.

    Soon the light of the sun filtering through the waves of the surface vanished from sight, and you despaired. You ceased your swimming, letting your body relax and allowing yourself to be pulled towards the abyss below. You close your eyes and submit yourself to your fate.

    ...But you did not drown.

    You open your eyes and looked around confused. The waters surrounding you were dark, so much so you couldn't see anything, but despite how deep you were in the waters you felt no pressure on your body. Being this deep your body should be crushed. The waters should be cold but you felt no chill on your body. You breathed in and found yourself breathing air rather than water.

    "This... is a dream." You say aloud.

    It was the only logical conclusion. If this were really happening you'd have been dead. More importantly, how else would you have ended up here? Going from the house to what is possibly the ocean? You'd berate yourself for being so silly.

    Though what was odd is that you recognize that this is a dream. You have never been a lucid dreamer, so why can you acknowledge this is a dream? Questions for later, you suppose.

    Still you try to change the dream, concentrating as hard as you could, but you still found yourself sinking. After a while you gave up on trying to affect the dream and let just let yourself sink, seeing where this would go.

    Eventually you stopped sinking, your feet landing on actual solid ground. You took a few steps forward and found that you could move without resistance from the water. It was like how you should move above water.

    "Medea Parth..."

    You hear a voice from behind you and you quickly turn around to see who was speaking. Before you stood something you weren't too sure how to describe. What you were seeing was like an inky black cloud of mist, formed into vague human-like outline, which glowed with a blue aura and had three swirling white lights where you assume its "face'"would be. Behind this being was a ring of light, which shifted colors like a rainbow and shined in defiance of the oppressive darkness of the ocean abyss.

    The mist being reached out an "arm" towards you, making a slow beckoning motion with its "hand."

    "Fear not..." You hear it whisper. Its voice was odd yet strangely beautiful. It sounded human, but at the same time not. It sounded deep and powerful, but at the same time soft and gentle. Masculine and feminine. Hearing it made you feel warm inside; safe. "Follow..."

    "Why?" you ask. The thing just looks at you in silence and you decide to elaborate, "Why should I follow you?"

    "Come and see..." It said. "See what she saw..."

    "She saw...? You mean Sierra?"

    It "nodded".

    "But it's dark! I can't see anything!" You cry, but the mist-like being raises a "hand" to silence you.

    "I will help..."

    And from its "hand" a orb of white light appeared. The orb crossed the distance between you and it, impacting your chest and soon you were completely engulfed into light, your vision going white. Just as quickly as it had happened, your vision soon returned, better than before! You can now see clearly through the darkness of ocean like it were broad daylight! You can see the deep sea crags that surrounded you, the deep sea life that swam to and fro all around! You looked to the being again and once more it beckoned you.

    "Come and see..." And it turned and started to move away, gliding across the ocean floor.

    With no other clean options, you decided to follow it. You followed it as it weaved through the paths formed by crags, which were just big enough for you to squeeze through, but you keep your distance, making sure you were at least a few feet away from it. Finally, after navigating what seemed to be an underwater maze the two you came onto a drop. The being stop at the very edge and you approached, standing just a few feet away from it to its right. The being raised its "hand" once more, "pointing" into the distance.

    You followed where it was pointing, and in the distance there was this huge undersea mountain, but it was too far away to make any details of it. Your new found night vision failing to go that far as the mountain remained shrouded by darkness.

    "She saw a mountain undersea?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

    The being "shook" its head, and you saw a some sort of sigil appeared before it. The sigil was like nothing you'd ever seen before! It wasn't like a magical sigil or the like, the closest thing you can compare it to was a kaleidoscope. Yes, a kaleidoscope of shifting colors, but these colors were not like any colors you've ever seen either. It was only by analogy could you even call them colors at all.

    You were so focused on the display in front of you that you almost fail to catch the light shining in your periphery. You turned back towards the mountain and see what the being was doing: It had summoned a miniature sun to illuminate the darkness, everything was like day! The "sun" of course couldn't have been real, if it were the water around it would have been vaporized. But this is all a dream after all, logic doesn't need to be in place! So you decided to ignore it and focus on the moun-

    ...

    ...

    That isn't a mountain.

    What you saw - oh dear God what you saw - was not a mountain. No, no, no! You wish it were! You'd have been happy if you were shown a mountain! No... what you saw was a creature. Yes! A creature! A beast of terrifying size! There, on the horizon! Resting upon the bones of other, long deceased monsters of similar size! Surrounding it and its nest of bones was a blasted landscape, an area where no sea life can survive, frozen by arctic ice and dotted with massive decayed rock formations that were partly rubble. The waters surrounding it were murky and foul, like its mere existence polluted the ocean.

    The beast itself was immense, overwhelming... unknowable.

    It appeared to be reptilian, but it was more than that, and less than that: the enormous reptilian head and the great scaled torso gave it distinct crocodile-like features, almost dragon-like, and yet it has a pair of flippers close to its head which had massive rending claws at the ends that put skyscrapers to shame! Its body was long, so long it could curl around itself     twice, allow it to rest its head upon its own tail, and its tail ended in a mighty sail, one which you get the feeling that even the slightest twitch could cause a tsunami. But as you watch, the shape and features of the being keep shifting. Parts of the skin suddenly become dry and bumpy, which then transforms into fish-like scales, then into weird fleshy spikes, then into a clear, hazy sheen not unlike hard candy, then into a slimy eel-like surface. And that was just its skin! Its flipper would turn into dragon-like arms, the tail would turn into writhing tentacles, then into trembling spider legs before turning back into a tail.

    There was no doubt in your mind this thing couldn't change its form at will. But it doesn't make sense... no anatomy would form like this... but it has!! Was it natural?! How could it be?!

    But the one thing that never changed was its     eye. You could see only one of its eyes, but not once did it change, not like the rest of its body. It was perpetually open snake-like eye, hellish-red in color and it was staring at you! You felt like the beast was sleeping but it was watching you with its unblinking eye none the less!

    This being... It wasn't an animal, no, it's a force. It warps reality just by being there. It doesn't have to want to. It doesn't have to think about it. It just does.

    Before you could think about it any longer you feel a hand being placed against your shoulder and the miniature sun vanished, bringing darkness back to the ocean and concealing the beast once more. You turned and saw the mist being standing next to you, "looking" at you.

    "Fear not, Medea Parth..." It whispered. "For I will always be at thy side..."

    You opened your mouth to speak, to ask it what she just saw, but the only thing that came out was gurgling and bubbles. Your eyes widened as water begins to fill your lungs. You back away, desperately gasping for air that was not

    Your eyes shot open and you were under the water of the bath. You began thrashing, desperately grasping at the edges of the tub and pulling yourself up. Your head breaches the surface of the water and you begin coughing and hacking up the water that entered your lungs. Water was forcibly ejected out your mouth and nose as you cough, throwing it up into the water you were sitting in.

    Just as soon as you started coughing up water you heard a pounding at the door.

    "Hey are you alright in there?!"

    You swivel your head around towards the door.

    "Lucas?" You called before coughing again.

    "Medea? Are you alright?! I heard a lot of splashing and coughing!"

    "Yeah, I'm alright!" You called out! "I just..." You coughed again. "I just slipped under the water for a bit on accident!"

    You didn't like to lie to your friends, but you don't want them worrying over you falling asleep and almost drowning in a bath tub!

    "Alright..." You hear him say, sounding a little unsure if he believes your answer. "Just... I want to talk to you before I head to bed."

    "Okay!" You look down at the bath and sigh. "Guess I'm done here."

    You go through the process of getting out of the tub, draining it, drying off, and getting dressed. Once you were done you looked to the bath.

    "That was some crazy dream..." You thought.

    Shaking off the thought of what just happened you moved to leave the bathroom, unlocking and opening the door. Just in front of the door was Lucas, who was looking at you with some concern.

    "Hey." He says.

    "Hey." You say in kind.

    "You alright?"

    "Never better." You say with a chuckle. "Just wish I didn't almost drown myself."

    "Well be more careful next time." He laughs, pocketing his hand. "I'd hate to lose on of my friends to a bath accident." He smiles at you and gives you a flirtatious wink. "Especially one of the pretty ones."

    "Down boy." You teased. "Now is not the time. Besides, what do you think Sierra would say?"

    ""Want to share a bed with Lucas, Medea?"" He says, giving you a hopeful grin. You give him a sardonic look in response.

    "I highly doubt she'd say that, and no." You reply sarcastically, to which he laughs.

    "A guy can dream!" He laughs with a shrug of his shoulders.

    "So how's Eli and Danielle?"

    "They're okay." Lucas grimaced. "Dani is in a lot of pain, can barely walk on her own. Eli is doing his best to help her but we need an actual doctor, Medea."

    "Do they need any more help?"

    Lucas shook his head. "No, they've turned in for the night." He says as he points to the bedroom door that is next to Sierra's. "Hell of a night for them. First they get engaged, then one of them gets hurt. I feel bad for them."

    "Well at least they are alive." You say, placing a hand on his shoulder.

    "Yeah..." Lucas looks downcast. "Just wish I could do more to help, ya know?"

    You don't say a word, instead you bring Lucas into a hug. Lucas sighs and wraps his arms around you, returning the hug in kind. The two of you stood there for a moment in si-

    "You know I could get used to this."

    You groaned and shoved him away as he laughs.

    "Had to ruin the moment, didn't you?"

    He just laughs some more, shrugging. Eventually his laughter dies down and he is just smiling at you.

    "Well I'm off to bed," He turns on his heel and starts walking to one of the unoccupied room. "If you want you can join me. Might be a good way to kill some stress."

    "No thanks."

    "Suit yourself. G'night!" With that he opened the door, walked in, and shut the door.

    You sigh and shake your head. "That man will be the death of me. But I suppose he isn't too bad."

    You looked back towards the bathroom, thinking about what just happened. You thought about the dream, about the glowing mist being, about its power, about the beast. ...About how you almost drowned because you fell a sleep in the tub.

    "Was it a dream...?" You wondered aloud. It unnerved you to think about it. Everything told you that it was a dream, it was too unreal to be anything but. But after everything that's happened... you weren't too sure. You looked up towards the ceiling, as if you were trying to see some being from up on high to speak to.

    "What should I do?"

    [ ] Talk with one of your friends. (Note: You are allowed to vote for a second action if this is chosen.)
    Pick One:
    -[ ] Lucas
    -[ ] Sierra

    [ ] Get some sleep. After everything that has happened you are dead tired.
    Pick One:
    -[ ] Sleep Alone.
    -[ ] Sleep with Sierra.
    -[ ] Sleep with Lucas.

    [ ] Go to the kitchen and get something to eat. It has been a while since you last ate.

    [ ] Go investigate the basement.
    -[ ] Get someone to go with you. - Write In (1d100 per person)
     
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    • [X] Talk with one with one your friends
    -[X] Sierra
    [X] Get some sleep. After everything that has happened you are dead tired.
    -[X] Sleep with Sierra.

    probably paranoia talking but I don't trust Lucas what with the whistling causing arousal and him joking and talking about sex
     
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    [X] Talk with one of your friends.
    -[X] Lucas
    [X] Get some sleep. After everything that has happened you are dead tired.
    -[X] Sleep with Lucas.

    I honestly don't trust Sierra.

    Also, fuck yuri.
     
    [X] Talk with one of your friends.
    -[X] Lucas
    [X] Get some sleep. After everything that has happened you are dead tired.
    -[X] Sleep with Lucas.
     
    Ah...perhaps the old man is a GOO cultist or some such, then. Interesting. Of course, he could still be worshiping the thing outside, too...
     
    [X] Talk with one of your friends.
    -[X] Lucas
    [X] Get some sleep. After everything that has happened you are dead tired.
    -[X] Sleep with Sierra.

    Medea probably needs the emotional support of having someone near while she sleeps, and Sierra's the person she trusts most. Still, Lucas needs some loving too.
     
    [X] Talk with one of your friends.
    -[X] Lucas
    [X] Get some sleep. After everything that has happened you are dead tired.
    -[X] Sleep with Sierra.
     
    Giant lizard monster... oh damn SCP 682 broke containment, didn't it?

    [X] Talk with one of your friends.
    -[X] Lucas
    [X] Get some sleep. After everything that has happened you are dead tired.
    -[X] Sleep with Sierra.
     
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    Yeah....Sierra's great and all, but only talking to one person in the group is eh... I will vote that she's the best option to sleep with, if only because even if we don't intend to be romantic or whatever, girls are relatively chill about that sort of thing.

    [X] Talk with one of your friends.
    -[X] Lucas
    [X] Get some sleep. After everything that has happened you are dead tired.
    -[X] Sleep with Sierra.
     
    Wow. I am legit surprise this many people are choosing the sleep options. I am curious as to why you all want to sleep as oppose to anything else.

    I mean, I would figure since you guys voted for that item you'd all opt for the basement.
     
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