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  1. In a refurbished abandoned building, at the edge of what was once a restricted area, six people had been gathered to play a game with their freedom at stake. Inside this building was a large warehouse, a relic of weapons manufacturing. Inside that warehouse were three large cargo containers, their sliding doors reinforced and refit to allow remote control. And inside one of those containers were two sleeping women. To the left, the one who would call herself “Rocker” for the duration of the game. Rocker was tall, and wore a red cropped jacket over a short one-piece dress. Her blonde hair had been braided into two pigtails, a style somewhat unusual for her. To the left, the one who would come to call herself “Siren”. Her most distinctive feature was undoubtedly her shirt, which had a reindeer motif. Siren was a lot shorter than her companion, with medium-length dark hair. She looked quite peaceful sleeping on the floor. “Uhhh… Huh?” Siren is the first to wake. She groans, then tries to take in her surroundings. After all, she just woke up on the floor with no idea where she even is. “Hey, are you awake?” As soon as she notices the other woman in the room, she tries to wake her up by gently shaking her. “Buh-hwhat?” Rocker’s lights come on. “Who-” Rocker’s legs immediately tense up, and her eyes shoot open. “Holy fuck. Gotta piss. Where’s the toilet?” “I-I don’t know, sorry. I just woke up, and I was hoping you knew where we were.” “God damnit, fuck shit.” Rocker stands up, awkwardly. ”Is this the end result of some kind of horrible bender? That would explain my bladder at least.” “I don’t think so. I can’t remember how I got here at all. The last thing I remember was going berry-picking in the woods.” Rocker sucks in air through gritted teeth, but stands up straight. “I do remember a party, actually. But if you were out in the forest I think that we can ditch the wicked hangover idea. Can you remember anything else? We need some kind of lead.” “No, I was just… Oh, actually, hm.” Siren blushes, but it’s obscured by the poor lighting conditions. “Did you remember something? Spit it out!” “The very last thing I remember is actually paying the bushes a visit. I’d been outside for a while, and…” “Ah, I see. Not really what I needed to hear right now, but I guess that’s on me for asking.” “I could use a bathroom too as well, actually. I guess we can make that our first goal?” “Actually, I don’t think I can take it anymore. I’m just going to use the corner, would you mind turning the other way for a second?” “Oh, of course not!” Siren turns away and puts her hands over her ears. In the darkness, Rocker raises her dress and squats in the corner opposite to where Siren stands. She is just about to lower her panties, when suddenly… “Welcome to the DP game. All players have now awoken, which means the game is ready to start. In the room you are currently in, you will find two glasses of water. One glass is ordinary water, while the other has been laced with a diuretic. In other words, drinking it will make you need to pee, but is otherwise harmless. There is no way of knowing which glass is which. In each room, decide who will drink which glass. After all players have drank from one of the glasses, you will be released from your confinement. Should any player fail to drink the liquid before the time limit passes, they will suffer a DP penalty. The time limit is ten minutes. That will be all.” Siren jumps at the sudden broadcast, and Rocker falls on her back. “Ah! Are you okay?” Siren turns to find Rocker on the floor. “Y-yeah. I was just surprised is all.” Rocker stands up, and awkwardly smooths over her dress. “I didn’t even notice these glasses until now. I guess we’ll have to drink one? Um, should I turn around again first?” Rocker looks at her corner with trepidation. “I’m… a bit too on edge now. I-I’ll tough it out. Also, based on what that voice just said, I’m a little worried something bad will happen if I pee now. Maybe I’m just paranoid, but…” “I understand where you’re coming from. But if it becomes unbearable, you can tell me.” “So that voice was telling us to drink the water, or face some kind of penalty. Where the hell are we? What is the DP game?” “I don’t know. It said we would be able to get out after ten minutes. I guess we should wait a bit longer before we drink it, since we both have to pee? So it doesn’t get bad before we can even get out.” “That sounds reasonable to me. Also, we need names to call each other.” “Right! My name is-” “Wait. This whole situation we’re in is sketchy. Just to be cautious, I think we should use some kind of nicknames before we have the first idea as to what the hell is going on.” “Good call! Do you have any ideas?” “While I was squatting back there I noticed some writing on my arm. It says ‘Rocker’.” Siren checks her own arm. “Huh, that’s weird. It says ‘Siren’.” “These words clearly have something to do with this DP Game we’re playing. I’m not comfortable sharing my real name while I’m this in the dark about what’s happening, so I’ll call myself Rocker for the time being.” “All right, I guess I’m Siren then.” “Now that that’s settled, let’s search the area. Maybe we can find an escape route, or something useful.” … “There are now only three minutes remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” “Damn. Looks like we’re really locked in this thing. I don’t like following the directions of that voice, but at this point I think it’s clear we were kidnapped. There is a real risk that something very bad will happen if we don’t play along.” “I-I guess we have to pick one then.” Siren eyes the two glasses anxiously. “Yeah. We’re shit out of options, and frankly I’ll be at the end of my rope minutes from now. I don’t have the brain power to think about this decision any longer.” Siren nods, and picks up the left glass. “I guess it doesn’t really matter which one I pick, in the end.” (This is bad. I think this choice might really, really matter when I’m this close to my limit. Siren’s right that we have no idea which glass to go for, but then again…) NO DECISION – DETERMINISTIC TIMELINE
  2. Foreword: No foreword, this time around. Special thanks to @Biku for looking at this in advance and convincing me I'm not crazy. Beginning You wake in a dimly-lit room you do not recognize, slumped against a cold surface. The walls around you seem sturdy in a kind of rough way, dull metal or perhaps concrete. You initially feel a sense of muted panic, with questions like “where am I?”, “what is happening?” “am I in danger?” whirling around in your groggy head. However, as you come to, you try to ignore those thoughts as you look around the room to figure out where in the world you are. You look around. The room is small, but not claustrophobic. You see a table on the other end of the room, and there appear to be two glasses of water on it. There appears to be some kind of graffiti on the wall above the table, though it’s hard to read it in this light. It’s clearly three words, and you can make out the first as “Elephant”. You stand upright to walk closer, but as you do you realize there is a second person in the room with you, sitting against the wall as you were. The person appears to be a young man roughly your age, fast asleep. He seems about your height, so a little short for a guy. He seems to have a somewhat restless expression in his sleep, but his facial features are otherwise fairly soft. You can’t really tell what hair color he has because of the darkness and the green beanie he’s wearing, but you think he might be blonde. You shake his shoulders in an attempt to wake him. “Huh?” The unknown person attempts to stand up, but is still somewhat incapacitated. “Where… are we?” You quickly explain that you just woke up and have no idea what is going on. “This is all very strange to me as well… One minute I was at university and the next… I remember hearing a strange sound, then I was inhaling some kind of gas which knocked me out.” You think back to what you can remember from before you awoke. Your name is Johanna. You are a university student and a competitive swimmer. Your birthday is seventh of August. Your favorite color type of candy is licorice. Last night, you had dinner out with some friends, but went home somewhat early and stayed up late writing a paper. Before you went to bed, you went to the toilet, where… … Were you seriously kidnapped while on the toilet? You remember hearing a strange hissing noise, like a gas, and breathing in something weird. After thinking for a bit, you respond “I had a similar experience. I have no idea why we are here, so I suppose our best bet is to search around for a bit and see if we can figure out what is going on.” The stranger nods. “By the way, we should probably exchange names so we have something to call each other. If you can think of anything that might explain why we are here that might also…” you trail off. “Right… The name is Simon. I’m a university student. I can’t think of anyone who would want to kidnap me or anything.” “I guess that would’ve been a bit too easy. I’m Johanna. I am also a university student, and I don’t really think I have any enemies or anything… or at least not anyone who would kidnap me.” The two of you decide to look around the room for a while, as finding an escape seems to be the highest priority. After some time in the room, you are getting more and more used to the poor lighting. However, the room is empty except for the table and glasses of water you saw earlier, as well as the graffiti. “Elephant owed ethylene” you read out loud. “What in the world does that even mean? I assume ethylene is some kind of chemical compound, but it seems like nonsense to me.” “It’s mostly used for plastic production, but yeah.” Simon replies, seemingly more to himself than to you. “Seems like gibberish. Perhaps it’s some kind of code?” The two of you spend a few more minutes examining the room, but find nothing else. “What do you think about these glasses? I thought they had water in them but I guess that’s not a guarantee. Since they are wine glasses they seem intended for drinking, but that just screams suspicious, don’t you think?” Simon attempts to smell the liquid. “It’s odorless, at least.” He seems to pause and think for a moment. “You are right this is very suspicious. It seems strange that we’d just be dumped in a room with two glasses of poison, but then again this whole situation is strange. We probably shouldn’t drink them unless we have a very good reason to.” As Simon thinks, he brings one of his hands to his face. That’s when you notice – “Hey, there’s something written on your arm, under your sleeve!” “Oh? You’re right… It says “Mime”. That’s weird, I wonder what that means.” You quickly check your own arm as well, and find the word “Chatty” written on it with some kind of marker pen. But before you have any time to consider what this might mean, a loud mechanical voice plays inside the room. “Welcome to the DP game. All players have now awoken, which means the game is ready to start. In the room you are currently in, you will find two glasses of water. One glass is ordinary water, while the other has been laced with a diuretic. In other words, drinking it will make you need to pee, but is otherwise harmless. There is no way of knowing which glass is which. In each room, decide who will drink which glass. After all players have drank from one of the glasses, you will be released from your confinement. Should any player fail to drink the liquid before the time limit passes, they will suffer a DP penalty. The time limit is ten minutes. That will be all.” You and Simon look around, trying to determine the source of the voice. No luck. “We probably shouldn’t do it.” You say. “It would be crazy to drink some kind of mystery liquid in this situation, no matter how you look at it”. Simon appears to be lost in thought. “If whoever locked us in here wanted to kill us, it feels like they’ve had plenty of opportunity to do so already. Even so, I’m also a little skeptical of that liquid. The voice mentioned some kind of penalty if we didn’t drink it, so if this situation is serious, we might not have a choice but to follow the instructions.” “It said the time limit was ten minutes, right? Maybe we should at least wait for a little bit and consider out options before we decide to drink it. I agree about the penalty though, even if we have no idea what it is it seems like we would want to avoid it.” “It’s not much, but it’s probably the best plan we have at the moment.” Simon throws a glance at the table. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and find a way to exit the room before then?” … The two of you search around the room in silence, to no avail. As this is happening, you have an opportunity to assess yourself for the first time since you woke up. You are quite stiff, but otherwise you seem to be in one piece. You are wearing the same casual outfit you wore before you were kidnapped. Jeans, a shirt with a flower motif as well as a small jacket. You’re also becoming more and more aware of a more intimate fact. You kinda sorta need to pee. You have a pretty big bladder, but so it’s not an emergency or anything. But you can tell you’re pretty full. Your eyes keep wandering to the glasses of water on the table, especially now that you know that one of them, for whatever reason, has a diuretic in it. Once again, the mechanical voice fills the room. “There are now only three minutes remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” Simon turns to you “Still nothing?” You shrug. “I guess our only options are to drink from the glass, or to find out what this punishment is. We don’t really have much information to make a decision here. What is your call?” You pause for a moment. “I somehow get the sense that whatever the punishment is, it will be worse than drinking.” Simon nods “I guess that’s as good of a reason as we’re going to get.” Once again, the mechanical voice booms. “There is now only one minute remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” You step forward, and turn to Simon. “I’m feeling lucky. I’ll pick one, and you the other?” He nods. “They’re both the same to me, and someone has to choose. Go for it.” DECISION: Which glass to choose THE GLASS TO THE RIGHT THE GLASS TO THE LEFT
  3. You wake in a dimly-lit room you do not recognize, slumped against a cold surface. The walls around you seem sturdy in a kind of rough way, dull metal or perhaps concrete. You initially feel a sense of muted panic, with questions like “where am I?”, “what is happening?” “am I in danger?” whirling around in your groggy head. However, as you come to, you try to ignore those thoughts as you look around the room to figure out where in the world you are. You look around. The room is small, but not claustrophobic. You see a table on the other end of the room, and there appear to be two glasses of water on it. There appears to be some kind of graffiti on the wall above the table, though it’s hard to read it in this light. It’s clearly three words, and you can make out the first as “Elephant”. You stand upright to walk closer, but as you do you realize there is a second person in the room with you, sitting against the wall as you were. The person appears to be a young man roughly your age, fast asleep. He seems about your height, so a little short for a guy. He seems to have a somewhat restless expression in his sleep, but his facial features are otherwise fairly soft. You can’t really tell what hair color he has because of the darkness and the green beanie he’s wearing, but you think he might be blonde. You shake his shoulders in an attempt to wake him. “Huh?” The unknown person attempts to stand up, but is still somewhat incapacitated. “Where… are we?” You quickly explain that you just woke up and have no idea what is going on. “This is all very strange to me as well… One minute I was at university and the next… I remember hearing a strange sound, then I was inhaling some kind of gas which knocked me out.” You think back to what you can remember from before you awoke. Your name is Johanna. You are a university student and a competitive swimmer. Your birthday is seventh of August. Your favorite type of candy is licorice. Last night, you had dinner out with some friends, but went home somewhat early and stayed up late writing a paper. Before you went to bed, you went to the toilet, where… … Were you seriously kidnapped while on the toilet? You remember hearing a strange hissing noise, like a gas, and breathing in something weird. After thinking for a bit, you respond “I had a similar experience. I have no idea why we are here, so I suppose our best bet is to search around for a bit and see if we can figure out what is going on.” The stranger nods. “By the way, we should probably exchange names so we have something to call each other. If you can think of anything that might explain why we are here that might also…” you trail off. “Right… The name is Simon. I’m a university student. I can’t think of anyone who would want to kidnap me or anything.” “I guess that would’ve been a bit too easy. I’m Johanna. I am also a university student, and I don’t really think I have any enemies or anything… or at least not anyone who would kidnap me.” The two of you decide to look around the room for a while, as finding an escape seems to be the highest priority. After some time in the room, you are getting more and more used to the poor lighting. However, the room is empty except for the table and glasses of water you saw earlier, as well as the graffiti. “Elephant owed ethylene” you read out loud. “What in the world does that even mean? I assume ethylene is some kind of chemical compound, but it seems like nonsense to me.” “It’s mostly used for plastic production, but yeah.” Simon replies, seemingly more to himself than to you. “Seems like gibberish. Perhaps it’s some kind of code?” The two of you spend a few more minutes examining the room, but find nothing else. “What do you think about these glasses? I thought they had water in them but I guess that’s not a guarantee. Since they are wine glasses they seem intended for drinking, but that just screams suspicious, don’t you think?” Simon attempts to smell the liquid. “It’s odorless, at least.” He seems to pause and think for a moment. “You are right this is very suspicious. It seems strange that we’d just be dumped in a room with two glasses of poison, but then again this whole situation is strange. We probably shouldn’t drink them unless we have a very good reason to.” As Simon thinks, he brings one of his hands to his face. That’s when you notice – “Hey, there’s something written on your arm, under your sleeve!” “Oh? You’re right… It says “Mime”. That’s weird, I wonder what that means.” You quickly check your own arm as well, and find the word “Chatty” written on it with some kind of marker pen. But before you have any time to consider what this might mean, a loud mechanical voice plays inside the room. “Welcome to the DP game. All players have now awoken, which means the game is ready to start. In the room you are currently in, you will find two glasses of water. One glass is ordinary water, while the other has been laced with a diuretic. In other words, drinking it will make you need to pee, but is otherwise harmless. There is no way of knowing which glass is which. In each room, decide who will drink which glass. After all players have drank from one of the glasses, you will be released from your confinement. Should any player fail to drink the liquid before the time limit passes, they will suffer a DP penalty. The time limit is ten minutes. That will be all.” You and Simon look around, trying to determine the source of the voice. No luck. “We probably shouldn’t do it.” You say. “It would be crazy to drink some kind of mystery liquid in this situation, no matter how you look at it”. Simon appears to be lost in thought. “If whoever locked us in here wanted to kill us, it feels like they’ve had plenty of opportunity to do so already. Even so, I’m also a little skeptical of that liquid. The voice mentioned some kind of punishment if we didn’t drink it, so if this situation is serious, we might not have a choice but to follow the instructions.” “It said the time limit was ten minutes, right? Maybe we should at least wait for a little bit and consider our options before we decide to drink it.” “It’s not much, but it’s probably the best plan we have at the moment.” Simon throws a glance at the table. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and find a way to exit the room before then?” … The two of you search around the room in silence, to no avail. As this is happening, you have an opportunity to assess yourself for the first time since you woke up. You are quite stiff, but otherwise you seem to be in one piece. You are wearing the same casual outfit you wore before you were kidnapped. Jeans, a shirt with a flower motif as well as a small jacket. You’re also becoming more and more aware of a more intimate fact. You kinda sorta need to pee. You have a pretty big bladder, but so it’s not an emergency or anything. But you can tell you’re pretty full. Your eyes keep wandering to the glasses of water on the table, especially now that you know that one of them, for whatever reason, has a diuretic in it. Once again, the mechanical voice fills the room. “There are now only three minutes remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” Simon turns to you “Still nothing?” You shrug. “I guess our only options are to drink from the glass, or to find out what this punishment is. We don’t really have much information to make a decision here. What is your call?” You pause for a moment. “I somehow get the sense that whatever the punishment is, it will be worse than drinking.” Simon nods “I guess that’s as good of a reason as we’re going to get.” Once again, the mechanical voice booms. “There is now only one minute remaining to complete the game. Any player who does not drink from a glass will suffer a DP penalty.” You step forward, and turn to Simon. “I’m feeling lucky. I’ll pick one, and you the other?” He nods. “They’re both the same to me, and someone has to choose. Go for it.” DECISION: Which glass to choose -The glass to the right -The glass to the left
  4. The rules of this game are simple, create a mystery and whoever solves it has to create the next mystery but you must provide all the information needed to solve the puzzle
  5. Hi guys, here is my next story but its going to be a bit different to the ones I have done before. Usually I’ve already planned out much of a story and have notes for each step along the way. But I’ve not got as much free time as before, so I am starting this without the prior planning. There is a high probability that this could become another unfinished story on the site and, posts may be sporadic and random lengths depending on when I get the time and inclination to write. I'm saying all this because I often get people commenting they are happy to see a story with an ending, so thought I would be upfront with this. But hopefully it will still be enjoyable to you all! The Wet Rune Chapter 1: The foundation Rays of morning sunlight shone through the partially curtained windows, illuminating a figure seemingly deep in thought. A stillness filled the room, the only movement coming from the drifting dust glimmered in the light having recently displaced from its position atop the numerous old boxes and piles of long forgotten books. Carefully the figure turned a page of the fragile book, studying the faded and stained pages covered in barely legible glyphs and symbols. Her right hand slowly moving over and taking a note of something in an old leather notebook that had seemingly seen better days. Hearing the floor creak the figure turned their head to see a younger woman, her assistant was hurrying towards her whilst carrying a number of scrolls in her arms. A broad smile on her face as she caught her superiors attention. “Annabeth, I think I found something” She said, rolling out two of the scrolls on the table and using a random assortment of artefacts and books to weight down the corners. Her associate simply raising her hands out of the path of the scroll in a way that suggested she was used to these sorts of interruptions. Picking up the mug from the table she took a swig from the stale and old tea before leaning over to peer over the ancient texts unfurled before her. “Well I am glad you have, im still coming up empty.” She sighed, placing the empty mug down on one of the few uncovered parts of the table. “Ok, so look here. Anything seem odd to you?” Her assistant said excitedly. “Nope, that just looks like the seal of Erzulie.” “Correct, but this isn’t a Benin scroll, its Egyptian” “Ok, that’s weird.” Annabeth said, moving around the table for a better look. Her interest clearly peeked by the revelation that would have made sense to very few others. “So we have a deity about 4,000 miles and a few hundred years out of place.” “Yeah, and then over here we have it again. But this time it’s a translation of a Mameluke text found in Spain.” Her assistant continued, a large tomb carefully placed on top, open to a gold leaf page covered in sigils and marks both women were deeply familiar with. “hmmm” Now looking at the second text, she peered closer at number of ornate symbols, her hand outstretching and grabbing a magnifying glass to help. “There is Nanshe from the Sumerians as well as Tefnut and Anuket from Egypt” Annabeth said using a finger to lightly trace the scripture on the page. “So this really could be it. The sect we were looking for?” “That’s what I was thinking and more than that, if you read the passage down there” her assistant said pointing to the bottom of the opposite page. “A communal treasure, its power unimaginable was stored by the priests of the water of life to protect it until it was needed again. To protect it from the great….What does that word say Courtney?” Annabeth asked, her assistant farm more of a linguist than even she was. “Uh… I think it translates to roughly famine, or maybe thirst. It mentions the tale of the Famine Stela, which Anuket is also present for, so it could be referring to that?” “The seven-year drought? That was where they talked to the gods at the Elephantine spring in Egypt and the temple of Satet was created right?” “Yes exactly and I think the the cult of Satis may have formed a basis for our larger group. Judging by the few mentions of the Omotet It would appear that it was somewhat of a secret sect, even from many other groups that knew of each other. It is possible that members of Satis were also members of Omotet.” The young assistant said, looking up and pushing her glasses further up her nose.” There was a long pause as the two women contemplated their findings, the room falling silent for a moment. They had been working on this for months, years... but now they had found something. Although, they had both been bitten like this before, the secret sect many believed to have never existed becoming some what of an awkward conversation for both of them. Many of their peers putting it up there with the theory of aliens building the pyramids. “So, do you think this is it Annabeth. The fountain of youth?” “Only one way to find out, but this is great work Courtney. We might be on the verge of one of the greatest rediscoveries ever.” She said, a wide smile covering her face as they locked eyes. The tiredness of many sleepless nights wiped away in an instant. ------------------- So that is the set up, I'd love to know peoples thoughts. Also, sorry to anyone who might now more about Egyptology than me, I did my best but I probably got some things wrong there.... More coming soon! Also, this is largely inspired by a story I read many years ago called the Wet Stone that I think many of us will be familiar with. But if not I would 100% recommend this story.
  6. //Like promised, here is Part 2 of my Halloween Mini-series.\\ Staring at the terrifying place Anise had so happily said we were going in to, I tried to understand just why she'd be so up to raising whatever unholy creatures that called that house their domain from their slumber. Surely she'd seen about as many mild horror movies as I had, so she'd also know that raiding an abandoned house was possibly the worst thing she could do on a night like tonight, or any night for that matter. Not to mention how the place looked like it'd collapse in on itself at the slightest quake of the earth. "Don't tell me you're gonna chicken out over a spooky looking house?" Anise questioned me, making it seem like invading old buildings was a normalcy for people. "You've come this far, you can't back out now." I wanted to say I could and I would, but I'd been traipsing around in the cold for long enough now and didn't really feel like making it all for nothing more than helping the stream with its water shortage. If that was going to be the only Birthday Memory I take home from this year, then I'd forever feel guilty and insanely embarrassed about it. So, against my better judgement, I accepted the challenge Anise had thrown at me and 'bravely' pushed forward towards the gate surrounding the grounds of the building. Every step closer I took caused my heart to beat faster and faster. So fast I thought it'd fly out of my chest. Anise didn't look the least bit scared of it all. I wish I had her courage, unless it was due to sheer lack of self-preservation which allowed her to go on this obviously dangerous journey into the unknown confines of a no doubt haunted house. We reached the gate and Anise was the first to push it open, causing the rusted metal to eerily creak open, mimicking the sound of a ghostly wail. I began to think to myself that stepping across the boundaries of the gate would seal my fate to a night of horrifying hellish hauntings and neverending nightmares. If I was alone, I would've turned back before even reaching this place. Thankfully, the company I had was keeping my imagination from conjuring up every malevolent denizen of the nine circles below and placing them right in front of me. It was said company that was eagerly waving me past the veil between the real world and the world of horrors that lay in that house. Summoning up every ounce of courage my body possessed, I stepped over the indent in the ground where the large gate had stood undisturbed for an unknown amount of time, and into the realm of spectres and wights. Once we were inside, Anise closed the gate behind us, effectively blocking any path of retreat I had, and we began to trudge our way down the gravel path towards the house. I looked around at my surroundings, noticing that this place looked even more like a haunted house of horrors so often shown in movies and TV series. There was no graveyard, thankfully, but there was an old, dying patch of plants which was likely a garden at one point, and also a huge algae covered broken fountain in the very centre of the pathway. I feel like I'd seen this place before, but that could just be my mind forcing every horror movie I have watched into my current surroundings. Nonetheless, the ambience wasn't doing my already frayed nerves any good, so I tried to take my mind off it by looking at my phone, using the sound of Anise's joy-filled steps as a guide to where I should be going. The first thing I noticed when I unlocked my phone was the crushing realisation that I thought was an impossibility in today's society. There was absolutely no signal on my phone... Had I entered the Twilight Zone already? Was I in another dimension entirely? Will I ever be able to get home?! With those thoughts swimming in my head, I just had to get an answer from the one who had dragged me into this (hopefully not literal) dead zone. I quickly looked up from my phone, voicing my concern as I did so to... ...empty air. Anise, the only one keeping me from bawling like a little girl on the floor, was nowhere to be found. I could feel my dread rising, my vision clouding with tears and my voice being choked by unbridled fear. I ran down the pathway, calling out her name every chance I got, fighting back the urge to just curl up into a ball and wish the world away. I ran all the way to the fountain, begging for her to show herself to me once more, but nothing came from it. Not being able to shake the paralysing fear from my muscles, I collapsed down by the fountain on the verge of tears. I called out Anise's name one last time. "Gotcha!" A voice suddenly erupted from behind me as I felt something dive onto my body. In a flurry of fear, I tried to wrestle off whatever had grabbed me, screaming as loud as I could as I did so, hearing gleeful giggling coming from my assailant. "Easy now, it's just a joke!" When I managed to force myself to face the attacker and opened my eyes, I saw the grinning face of Anise, who was currently holding me in a bear hug. "Wow, you scare way too easily." Anise commented. I felt like slapping her so hard across the face for what she put me through, but couldn't bring myself to do it. Just having her holding me tightly, seeing her face and hearing her voice once more in this dreadful place was enough to soothe whatever rage that totally not funny prank had caused. Also, I was quite thankful now that I took Anise up on her offer of doing my bit for nature as, if I hadn't, I would've been a perfect replacement for the broken fountain. Even so, it didn't come completely without a fearful expulsion as I felt a small warmth covering my tender part. Some of my drink from earlier must've filtered through enough to create a trickle's worth, as that definitely wasn't sweat, because it was far too cold for me to be sweating. She'd be hearing from me on that later when I've had a chance to collect myself. At least it wasn't too much. They were still wearable, albeit a tad uncomfortable in places. "Don't ever do that to me again." I shot back, a mixture of relief and anger in my voice. "I was so worried and scared and..." "I get it. Not a good joke for someone like you, huh?" Anise replied. "I won't ditch you again, don't worry about that." To try and salvage as much as I could from the current embrace, I held Anise close to me as well, ensuring that she was actually real and not just a figment of my fear-induced state. She was actually very huggable and the perfect height for me to make the most of the feeling. I wanted to hold her close to me for longer, but didn't want to seem like a coward, so I reluctantly let her go and we both stood up, dusted our clothes down and resumed our journey towards the goal. Standing at the doors of the House further clarified the sheer size of the old building. It was around three stories high, with a small window on the roof indicating that there was also a loft space, and twice as large as a normal family-sized town house, from all sides. It was the epitome of a Haunted Mansion, made from black wood and all. Around the right hand side of the house, I could see a small doorway on the ground likely leading to a cellar or underground area. Yup, totally a spooky, haunted house. And I'm going to have to explore it. How fun. "Ready to go in?" Anise questioned, sounding very excited. "Would it be too late to say no?" I answered truthfully. "No backing out now." Anise pushed the front door open, causing the old wood to creak loud enough to wake the dead, as disturbed dust flew around under the moonlight from the only movement that door has had in likely decades, or even centuries at a stretch. The interior, much like one would expect, was near enough in complete darkness, devoid of even the moonlight and starlight. I just hoped that Anise had a torch on her, as I was totally unprepared for something like this. Surrendering ourselves to the embrace of darkness, the fearless Anise and my terrified self entered the old building, stepping into grounds which no mortal has trodden in a very long while. Once we were inside and far enough away from the door to beat a hasty retreat, the cliches of cliches happened. The door slammed behind us with a earsplitting crash, which scared me to the point of diving onto Anise for comfort. Anise was right. No turning back now... End of Part 2 //And so another part comes to a close. Not much progress was made in this one. =P However, the stage has been set for the good parts to come. Stay tuned for next week's instalment! Tapris out, for now~ \\
  7. //Author Note: Okay, this will be my Mini Series for Halloween this year. I've posted it to this section for the main reason that there will be limited omo content in this story, and next to no wettings. However, there will be frequent subtle hints at an omo undertone, which should hopefully allow it to be posted in Blogs. These will be little more than toilet use (or inventive toilet placebos) and a few descriptions of such acts in the manner I am relatively skilled at. Like with all my work LOLIS ARE THE CHARACTERS AND THAT WILL NOT CHANGE! Don't like lolis? Please avoid this with due haste. Anyway, this will be a 5-part story, with a short chapter for each part, and the next section will be posted weekly to have the final part posted on Halloween itself. Long Author Note over, please enjoy the content!\\ The crisp autumnal breeze passes over my body, cutting through the thin material of my Costume and causing a shiver to pass through me. My Trick-or-Treating for the evening has already been done, my Big Brother ensuring that I got it out of the way in time for him to binge watch 18+ horror movies (ones which will certainly give an impressionable, easily scared girl like me nightmares for weeks). He was going to send me upstairs to my bedroom to watch children's Halloween movies had I not had a chance encounter when out asking for the sugary sweet delights the evening brings. A girl I had never seen before, likely recently moved here, randomly came up to me and asked me questions about the Creature of the Night my Costume was of. I gave my honest answers, and somehow that seemed to click enough with her to request that I come out, still in my costume, at meet her at the park at 7:30pm. Honestly, the whole situation screamed shady dealing, but my Big Brother, being the loving person that he is, decided it was perfectly fine to leave his nearly-turning-twelve year old sister alone at night with a girl he did not know. So, here I am, freezing my backside off in thin silky clothing, with a sports bag full of drinks and snacks, waiting for this girl to keep with her request. She was about three minutes late so far, so I decided to sort out my appearance that the wind had dishevelled. I pulled out my smartphone and turned the camera app to the front facing one, placing the lens to look over myself as I sorted out my windswept hair. My light brown medium-length hair was still relatively kept in order by my pumpkin shaped hairclip. I hadn't really spent that much time on it, considering I knew it'd get wrecked by the wind, but I made sure that it was neatly combed into its usual straight style. The tiny amount of foundation I used to cover up the freckles under my hazel coloured eyes was still holding up, despite the humidity in the air. Freckles wouldn't really suit a Vampire, I think. My costume, which was just a simple store-bought Vampire one, needed a little dusting down to remove the seeds that had found their way into the material. Truth be told, the only 'Vampire' part about it was the cape and fangs, the rest was just one of my school blouses and skirts tied off with a red ribbon and a bat-print belt. Shoes, as well, were just my usual school shoes, with purple and black bat print socks. I hadn't really put that much effort into my costume, considering I had already used an advance on my allowance this week to purchase some cute Halloween themed underwear. While lost in my self-maintenance, I was startled a little by a voice I recognised calling out to me. "Hey! Over here!" I looked up from my phone to see the abnormal girl from earlier energetically waving to me as she hurried on over. Next to her costume, mine was put severely to shame. She'd also gone as a Vampire, but her costume was leagues above my simple one. She'd tied off her long light blonde hair with coffin shaped hair clips into a set of cute twintails, even going as far as holding her fringe off her face with a bat shaped hairband, letting her red tinted contact lens covered eyes glitter in the lamplight. Her costume was far too high quality to be store-bought unless she'd custom ordered it for more money than ten times my monthly allowance! (Which just happens to be around £30 a month, but that needs to buy snacks, hobby stuff, school supplies and clothes.) The main body of her costume was an orange and black checked dress styled after the traditional Vampire Countess clothing in the most obscure Mythology books. Kind of like the old Victorian Noble Lady dresses, but with a modern twist to make it look less bulky and more comfortable to wear. On the back of the dress, instead of a cape, she had a set of small black leathery bat wings. She'd forgone the traditional cape for the wings and, I have to say, that was a nice touch. Finally, to complete her outfit, she had orange gloves on her hands, also styled on the Victorian Outfit theme, orange and white striped ankle socks and a set of orange and black boots, which were the thin fabric kind of ones commonly worn as a fashion statement. To me, she looked like a large pumpkin rather than a Vampire, but she seemed to think otherwise. "All ready to go?" She asked me with a large grin. "Um...sure I guess?" I answered, unsure of how else to reply to her. "You don't sound too sure. Forget something?" "N-no. It's just that I'm still confused as to why you'd suddenly quiz me on Vampires and then request I meet you. Why choose me?" "You'll find out soon enough." The girl simply replied, shrugging off my concern with a complacent smile and a swift turn on her heels towards the footpath leading to the nearby fields. She turned her head back towards me, looking over her left shoulder, and finally introduced herself. "My name's Anise, what's yours?" "Artemis." I answered. "Yeah, it's a weird name, but my parents are obsessed with Mythology." "I think it's a nice name." Anise commented with an approving smile. "Anyway, the night's fading so we'd better get going!" Anise hurried off down the footpath into the fields. I was starting to question how safe I might be, considering we were heading into a place with little more than moonlight to light our way and small streetlights that are few and far between due to power grid budget cuts. I still had my phone, so if anything bad happened, I'll call Emergency Services. I shuffled along behind the boundless energy that was Anise, taking in the sights of the surrounding nature at night. When she realised that I wasn't moving quite as fast as she called 'normal speed', Anise slowed down enough so we could walk side by side and talk a little. I asked her where we we going, but she kind of answered in a roundabout way and said we'd be there in about half and hour. Walking 30 minutes in the middle of a near pitch black field wasn't high on my Halloween Experience list, and I was constantly checking the shadows just in case a feral howl or piercing red eyes were to respond to my nervousness. Anise looked completely unaffected by it all. I wish I could say the same about me. "So, how old are you?" Anise asked me. Way to be blunt about things. "Technically eleven, but will be twelve come half-eleven this evening." I replied. Her response was a mixture of excited giggling and overbearing hugging. "Birthday twinsies!" Anise giggled in delight as she hugged me tightly. "But, I'm a whole half hour older than you! I'll be twelve come eleven o'clock on the dot!" That was a coincidence I was not expecting. Sure, I had a feeling she'd be the same age as me, but didn't even consider the possibility that she'd have the same Birthday as me. Halloween seemed like a birthday which only happened to a small few people, and I was lucky enough to find someone born the same day as me at nearly the same time. "This seems like the kind of thing that only happens in fantasy books." I absentmindedly spoke as I shimmied out of the hug. Don't get me wrong, I like hugs as much as the next girl, but this was just weird, being hugged so tightly by someone I met less than a hour earlier. With the question about birthdays still influencing conversation, I was asked stuff about hobbies and interests, apparently due to the idea that similar birthdays meant similar interests in Anise's fun-filled world. Unsurprisingly, we both liked Vampires and Mythology, but not the insulting affront to all things Mythological that the ever popular 'Sparkly Vampire' teen fiction train-wreck of a series attests to, that most girls my age drool over. Seriously, Vampires shouldn't sparkle. It's just wrong. With all the talking and stuff, I found myself to get quite thirsty, as did Anise. So, I shared out the drinks I'd packed and we continued our conversations. I'd noticed a little spring in Anise's step, a little more than her usual bubbly self, though, but paid it no mind. She's probably hyped up on the sugary fizzy drinks that I packed. Due to our conversation about things I am very interested in, we'd quickly reached the landmark which was apparently little more than five minutes away from our destination. This landmark was an underpass beneath one of the main roads close to the outskirts of the town I live in. There was a bin near it, so we threw away the empty drinks bottles we had recently drank dry. Like all underpasses, this one looked extremely gross and stunk worse than the toilets at the park. I wasn't looking forward to walking under it, not one bit. The river that passed through it as well was full of junk and nearly completely drained of water. It was little more than a stick's length deep. Anise also looked a little put off by the concept of walking through this underpass, but that did not stop her from gleefully skipping on under it and waiting for me to follow. I begrudgingly entered the dirty, dank place, using Anise as the sole haven in this bleak time. I noticed that she couldn't really stand still, and thought on why, however, I didn't need to think long as, when I reached her, my suspicions were confirmed. "Hey, um...mind if we stop for a bit?" Anise asked me, a slight red tinge to her face. "If we have to." I answered, plugging my nose to ward off the smell of the underpass. "Keep watch, m'kay?" Before I had a chance to question why, Anise had moved a few steps further into the underpass and squatted down near the edge of the pathway overlooking the stream. I caught a quick glimpse of her Jack-O-Lantern styled panties as she pulled them down to her knees and, before I even had a chance to look away, I saw a clear stream shimmering in the lights of the underpass, which originated from underneath her skirt. and heard the telltale sound of water splashing into water, which echoed around the confined space, increasing the volume of it. In a mixture of shock and embarrassment, I turned away momentarily to process what I had just seen. Did she seriously pee in the river?! Granted, she was likely not the first to do that in this place, but still! It's indecent! What if I had been a boy? Would she have done the same then?! I could feel my face burning up with embarrassment as I double took what I had just seen. Yup. Indeed. Anise was openly peeing into the river, looking very relieved, without a care in the world for the company with her. It was undeniable now as I could faintly see the steam rising off from the river running between her legs. From the looks of it, she was pretty desperate to go. Eventually, Anise's stream trickled down to a few drips as she took off her gloves and placed them in her pocket before pulling out a small pack of pocket tissues. She casually wiped herself down and discarded the tissue into the stream. Next, she pulled her panties back up (which I find to be very cute, I'll have to ask her where she got them from later) and took out a small bottle of hand sanitiser to quickly clean her hands down. "Much better. Really needed that." Anise cheerfully sighed to herself as she straightened out her costume. She then turned to me and asked yet another embarrassing question. "Do you need to go, too, or are you okay for now? I'll keep watch if you do." "U-um, n-no. I'm fine..." I stammered out. I don't think I'm brave enough to try that. "Your mouth may say differently, but those hips don't lie." Anise quipped me with a smile. "It's not good to hold it too long." Just now, I realised that I had been gently swaying my hips side to side while watching Anise fill the stream. Guess I kinda needed to go too. After all, I hadn't gone since before I went trick or treating, which was nearly two hours ago now. Better now with cover than later. "F-fine. D-don't stare, okay?" I quietly answered, blushing so profusely that I'd put a tomato to shame with how red my face was. "Why would I stare? I'm not hiding a wand under my skirt." Anise joked with a giggle. "You've seen first hand that I'm just as much of a girl as I hope you are. Unless you're a very convincing girly boy that looks perfect in girl's clothing." I couldn't even answer that with an intelligible answer, and simply whined with a shake of my head as I headed on over close to where Anise had casually dropped and popped. It felt incredibly shameful for me, but I had to do it now. I had to. What if there were no bathrooms where we were going? Better safe than soaked, even if that meant I had to be a dirty girl. Please, Big Brother, forgive the shameful girl that your little sister has become. Squatting down, I slowly eased my panties down to my knees, feeling deeper embarrassment with every twitch of my fingers. My privates were now exposed to the world, with only my skirt for cover, and the autumn chill grazed against the most sensitive part of me. I pushed and pushed, willing something to come out, but nothing happened. I hate my shy bladder. I really do. I tried one last time, equally as fruitless, until Anise's sudden comment scared what barriers were in place. "Those panties are so cute! Where'd you get them from?!" Anise asked, much louder than I would consider to be suitable for such a intimate topic. With a startled yelp, I felt the held liquid burst forth from between my lower area, hissing from the speed and nosily splashing into the stream below. "Sorry. Guess I scared the pee out of you." Anise chuckled. I wanted to bite back with a hasty retort, but was too embarrassed to until I'd finished adding my waters to the parched stream. Well, at least I'd gone when I could. Using the same methods as Anise, I cleaned up and prepped myself to continue on, the embarrassed blush never leaving my face. I tried to avoid the topic of my choice in underwear, but Anise was insistent in knowing where I got them from. Seems my allowance advance had gotten some notice in the form of my purple bat print panties. We were both surprised to find that we shopped at the same children's clothing store for our seasonal undergarments. Hopefully the Jack-O-Lantern ones will still be in stock when I get my allowance in the middle of next month, despite how it might be one third short due to excessive expenditure on my part. Much to my anguish, the conversation topic for the last leg of the journey was seasonal print underwear, and whether they came in sets including socks and vests (or training bras). That didn't last very long, as I was too tongue-tied to give informative responses. Thankfully, by some grace of a miracle, Anise said that we apparently had reached our destination, which was a spooky looking old house on a hill, with a large iron fence around it. My knowledge of Halloween movies warned me to turn back now, or face whatever ghosts, ghouls and monsters resided in that house. "So, how do you like it?" Anise asked me a little too gleefully for my liking. "What's better than exploring a genuine haunted house on Halloween?" I could think of so many responses to that, but could only give a simple one due to how shaken I was. "Please tell me we're not going in there." I asked, a quiver of fear in my voice. "We are, and we're exploring the whole place!" Anise responded. "Big Brother...." I quietly whispered to myself in fear. End of Part 1 //That was a little longer than I had originally anticipated. Oh well, there we go. Part 1 done! If you have any comments or ideas as to where you think the story might go, please do not hesitate to post them in the section down below. Tapris out, for now. See you all next week~ \\ //For those interested in Currency mentioned. At the current exchange rate, £30 will roughly be about $40, in case you were wondering.\\
  8. (somewhere in Ohio) Taking in a deep drag from his cig, Cooper continued to laugh at himself for being so foolish over a little rabbit. Some might call him paranoid, however paranoia has kept him alive in the FBI. Resuming his walk, John rounded the corner to his neighborhood. As he was crossing the street an ambulance careened around the corner, nearly hitting John square on!! Holy hell John john said out loud. He watched as several marked and unmarked police cars followed suit. Very curious to see what all the commotion was about John quickly ran in the direction all the vehicles took. After running up the street about a hundred yards John stopped. It was his neighbors house, Police and ambulances scattered all around in the organised chaos that follows such a scene. Dashing up to the front door and flashing his government I.D He stepped through the door, his heart racing as to what he might find. Asking the detective in the room about what was going on John received fair warning not to enter the adjacent room. Its murder the detective replied, but it aint like any I've seen before. Anxious and against some of his better judgment John entered the adjoining room. What he saw made him gag...A woman in her early twenties lie upon the floor. Dark auburn hair and a body that would make anyone jealous. This was a gruesome scene however, something from straight nightmare. The midsection of the victim was missing, from waist to crotch was gone. No blood, just a burn as if done by laser. John decided he had best make an I.d of the victim if he had any hopes of helping with this peculiar case Pushing the hair aside the vics face John nearly fainted, John knew this woman well, the body that lay before him was none other than his wife.....
  9. It was 8pm on Christmas when special agent John Cooper got off work. He had his car with him but decided to walk home instead. Living in a small town John had the pleasure taking in the pride of local residents and their decorations. John was walking down Church street admiring the festoons draped upon the house when he noticed something out the corner of his eye. It seemed to be a shadow at first, yet no shadow could move as fluid as this. It was like a cat zig zagging though a fence post. However this seemed much to large for any feline. Hoping to catch whatever was behind him by surprise, John (with much vigor) Jumped around and yelled"ah ha"!! Much to Johns dismay however the only thing to receive Johns bereavement was a little white rabbit. Laughing at himself for being so foolish, John decided to head to the local mart for some smokes. "All that over one little rabbit" John thought to himself... Although a small part of him could have sworn there was something else in the dark alley keeping a close eye on him. .....To be continued
  10. I haven't ever tried writing an interactive story before, but it looks like it could be fun. A lot of good ones have been posted, so I'm going to give it a shot. It's been a while since I have written anything and I don't have a good track record when it comes to finishing stories, but we'll see how this goes. This story is based on a personal fantasy of mine, but I won't say much more about it because more information will be available later on. Anyway, here we go. *** Flowing Creek You wake up in what looks like some sort of a cheap motel room, to the sound of birds chirping outside. You are facing towards the outer wall, so you can see sunlight coming in around the edges of the curtain over the window. You feel the need to relieve your bladder, but it is still bearable for the time being. For a moment, you allow your eyes to wander around the room before lifting your head off the pillow and sitting up. You look down and realize that you are still wearing your t-shirt, jeans, and socks. The lower half of your body is still covered by the blankets, but you can tell what you’re wearing beneath it, from the feeling of the material on your skin. You are unsure of how long you were asleep, but what you are sure of, is that you have never seen this room before. You take a good look at your surroundings. The walls of the motel room are a milky white and the curtain over the window has a grey and black checkerboard pattern on it. About a meter away from the foot of the bed, directly in front of you, there is a stained, oak dresser that is about two meters wide, and there are only two doors in the room. One of them leads to the outside, but the other one, about two meters to the right of the dresser, leads to what could either be a closet or a bathroom. You get an uneasy feeling about the situation. Where am I? You wonder. Since you are all alone, you try to rack your brain, hoping to remember where you are and how you got there. The only thing you can remember, is going on a mid-summer road trip, with a friend that you’ve known for years. The two of you grew up in Ontario, Canada and went to the same college. You recall traveling through a heavily forested area in Manitoba when you were both caught in a sudden, intense rainstorm. The only other thing you remember is seeing a blinding flash of lightning, but everything after that is a total blank. Right beside you to your left, there is a small bedside table. Sitting on top of it, you find a clipboard with a single sheet of paper on it. Taking hold of it, you notice that the paper contains very personal information about you. There is an ID photo of you in the upper, right-hand corner. In the upper, left-hand corner, there is a line that says that your identification number is FC-05202018. Beneath the photo and your assigned number is everything else about you. What does the sheet say? This will be used for character creation. Include as much information as you like and I’ll fill in anything that gets left out. If any artists would like to create the character’s ID photo, then feel free to do so. This will give me an idea of their appearance, without you having to put all of the info in. General Info Name: Gender: Height: Hair style/color: Eye color: Body type: Age: Personal Info Personality: Interests/Hobbies: Fetishes/Kinks: Sexual Orientation: Breast size (if applicable): Butt size: Bladder size: Holding Ability: Extra Things Underwear appearance: Notable features of outer clothing (If applicable): *** There will be more coming after creating a character. After 48 hours, if there is only one suggestion, that will be your character. If there are more, then the one I like the most will be your character while the second best may be used as the identity for your character's traveling companion on the road trip. This time frame can be extended upon request for any ID photos. Constructive criticism is welcome, if you have any. My goal will be to post a new part to this at least once a week, with 48 hours between each post available for making decisions for where the story will take us, so hopefully we'll have some fun on this adventure.
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