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You are unhappy.
The lightening is dull, everything is organized, right down to the blank sheets of paper. The bed sheets are a mess and you can hear the rain hitting your window.
Currently you are laying on your bed, you’re on your side and you are curled up like the weak and pathetic person. Life hasn’t been doing you good, you find nothing but utter misery in your job, your spouse has left you and your mother has grown sickly. Your father had mistreated you as a child, you never grew out of it.
As you lay, wide-eyed and frowning, your line of sight turns to your night stand. You have a knife laying down, you were too scared to use it.
There are some sounds coming downstairs.
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XzerizonJoin Date: 2011-08-16
Post Count: 2174 |
As much as I do not care, I should see who it is. |
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>See who it is
You push yourself off your bed, you tilt a little to the side. When you’re finally standing you stare at the door with hesitation, your breath starts to go faster, you feel you might loose it and choke. Sweat goes down your face and you open the door and walk down the stairs, they make creaks under your weight, you have been looking into a new home.
You look around downstairs, the kitchen, the living room and the front room of the house is the only thing that’s in here. The sounds are coming from the basement, you locked the door and have hidden it somewhere.
>Enter command |
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XzerizonJoin Date: 2011-08-16
Post Count: 2174 |
First off, I should go grab the knife. After I do, carefully search the rooms for the key. |
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>Go grab the knife
Your speed is faster going upstairs, upstairs is safer. Upon entering the room you suddenly fear taking the knife, you sweat once again. You don’t want the knife.
Yet you do.
You need the knife.
As you reach out you can feel your heart pulsating under your skin. Grabbing it, you feel so secure.
>Search rooms for the key
You go downstairs again. You decide to start in the living room. One solitary couch, a fire place, a table, a broken TV and a flower pot.
You look through each of these things, yet find nothing.
When you go through the kitchen you find the knife stuck in a half cut bar of butter.
You now have one key.
>Enter command |
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XzerizonJoin Date: 2011-08-16
Post Count: 2174 |
Before I go down to the basement, I should go upstairs and see if I can secure any other items. I have a feeling that this is bad. |
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>Go upstairs to get more items.
When you head upstairs the sweat starts to lessen, which is for the better, due to the fact it was making the knife slip from your palms. In your room, as you look through the doors, you find some leather gloves, you put them on your hands so the sweat won’t make it slip any more.
There is a hammer sitting on the table, you don’t remember how it got there. You think you were doing some repairs on the roof. In the bathroom there is tons of empty bottles of medication, some half full and few brand new. There is also a case of empty adult beverages.
You forgot, in your drawer there are some paperclips, rope, spices and gum.
What do you take with you? |
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XzerizonJoin Date: 2011-08-16
Post Count: 2174 |
I'll take the medication bottles that have stuff in them, and a rope. If I cannot take all of the bottles, then take the ones that are labeled 'Painkiller' and 'Disinfectant'. |
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>Take full medication(s) and rope
You only have three new ones, you are able to take them. You don’t have any Disinfectant. The bottles you took are labeled: Painkillers, Antidepressants and Antipsychotics.
In your drawers you take the two pieces of 30 inch rope and sling them around your shoulder. You head downstairs and look at the door, the sweat starting up again. You fumble with the key in your hand.
Are you sure you want to enter?
Y/N |
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XzerizonJoin Date: 2011-08-16
Post Count: 2174 |
Hmm.
Alright. Just have that knife ready.
And keep that rope in the other hand.
> ↑ And that is how you confuse an atomic computer. ↑ ▬ Xžε⌐¡z○╖ |
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Under the impression that since I have already stalled long enough scavenging in my house, the mysterious noises will cease to exist, an imagining from my disturbed mind. I press an ear against the door to listen for what I hope is the absence of sound. |
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>Press ear against door
The sound is not there anymore. Yet, perhaps it is, you can hear small sounds.
>Enter
You open the door and look down, a shadow stretches across the cold, grey, stone flooring. It rocks back and forth, you can hear it quietly sobbing.
When you walk down, door closing behind you, there is a person. Bound by their hands and feet, mouth taped shut. They cry and inch away from you in fear.
You never tied it up to something.
You feel a rage boil up inside of you, because of your mistake, because of it. It moved, it wasn’t supposed to move.
You hit it across the head with your empty hand, the person looks down and keeps crying, muffled noises coming from beneath the tape.
You want to stop.
But you can’t
>Enter command |
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GyroPulseJoin Date: 2011-06-05
Post Count: 4886 |
I declare this thread happy again. |
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XzerizonJoin Date: 2011-08-16
Post Count: 2174 |
(I am confused.)
> ↑ And that is how you confuse an atomic computer. ↑ ▬ Xžε⌐¡z○╖ |
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(He’s a killer.
How much more obvious can ya get?
:) ) |
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>Kill them
It echoes in your mind. You don’t want to, you try to hold you hand back.
But you can’t.
You can feel how smooth the blade sinks in, it moves and struggles. That won’t do, you feel angry and hit them, but they still struggle. You lay on top of them and press the rope against their throat. As the blade goes deeper, as it moves towards you, you feel a rush, a pleasure, a relief. Their body moves more, your sweat falls on them. You do one fast cut before the body stops, it doesn’t struggle anymore.
You look down, panting and bloodied. The face, pale with eyes open, reminds you of someone. Tears form in your eyes, what have you done?
What have you done?
The telephone rings from upstairs.
>Enter command |
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JPFanJoin Date: 2009-12-11
Post Count: 11110 |
Drop the knife from unexpectedness. Then answer the phone. |
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>Drop the knife, answer it
You drop the knife, it creates a blood mark underneath it, it drips a little and spreads slightly away. It causes a clang sound because of the stone. You pull yourself together, wipe your hands and rush upstairs.
You answer the phone, on the other end is your little boy.
“Will you come to dinner today?” His sweet, innocent voice says to you. You chuckle, tears stream down your face slightly but you keep your composure.
You tell him you will, his voice sounds so happy you said yes, he tells you he loves you and hangs up.
The phone drops from your hand. Your palms, they don’t deserve to touch your child. Tears form in your eyes.
What have you done?
(Thanks for sticking around guys! This wasn’t meant to be very long :P
Please tell me if you enjoyed it, if not, I’ll try harder next time ) |
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JPFanJoin Date: 2009-12-11
Post Count: 11110 |
( I liked it?
But is it over? DX ) |
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(There really is no way to continue it. Although, if you really want it to continue, I can think of one good way I can keep going :P) |
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JPFanJoin Date: 2009-12-11
Post Count: 11110 |
( YES YES YES.
Or start a new one. ) |
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(I really have no ideas for another one today, if by another one you mean another ISRP. I’ve been thinking of an asylum one, though, that might have to wait till tomorrow.)
Your mind turns to the idea of the body. Where will you hide it? What will you do with it?
The knife, your clothes, their all evidence. You don’t want the world, your family, your boy to know what a monster you are. Is it safer if you leave? Safer if you lie?
>Enter Command |
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