Hi everyone, James here.
Just a quick note: I have been having technical difficulties concerning
So, today's the deadline for the challenge. Since I completed it early, though, I decided to wait until the deadline before I say what happened.
At first, I thought that the park would be easy to navigate through. Boy, was I wrong.
Every time I turned a corner, I would end up in an entirely different area. Some of the places would have signs saying "GETTINGCOLDER" or "SOCLOSE YETSOFAR". After an hour, this shit was getting infuriating. Just as I was about to go crazy, I got a message.
(13:09:27) Blackfeathers: Looks like someone's getting a little crabby.
(13:09:39) ME: You’re just teleporting me around just to piss me off, aren’t you?
(13:09:43) Blackfeathers: Hehehehehehehehee.
(13:09:47) Blackfeathers: Maaaaaybe~
He fell silent afterwards, mainly because I blocked him from messaging me again.
After more aimless wandering, I received another message. This time, from a different familiar person.
(13:42:56) QuiltedHeartstrings: Whyareyousoangry?
(13:43:06) Me: Michael? Conductor?
(13:43:11) Me: Is that you?
(13:43:23) QuiltedHeartstrings: Oldnamesthatbearnomeaninganylongerareempty.
(13:43:31) QuiltedHeartstrings: Thoselostindarknesseventuallyfindtheirdestination.
(13:43:49) Me: Uh…
Patchwork stopped messaging me after that.
Was he telling me to move with my eyes closed in his weird, complicated way? With anger and desperation, I gave it a try. The next time I opened my eyes, I saw a sign that read “GETTINGWARMER”. Looks like things were going my way!
I kept doing so until I reached a pond. There awaited two different scenes: Krohe, dressed in ruined black clothes, held a large book in one hand, his eyes focused on the content, while Patchwork, who wore a mask made of multiple materials and had stitches crossed where the mouth was, was holding a dull-coloured knife to Matthew’s throat.
Krohe looked up and smiled. “Welcome to the party, MoreChoice!” he said cheerfully. “Looks like you won.”
“Yeah” I said coldly. “You promised that Matthew would be safe if I passed. Release him.”
“About that…” Krohe threw the book into the bushes and frowned at me with...something…in his eyes. “See, you weren’t SUPPOSED to win. You only found out because of my colleague” he looked at Patchwork, then back at me “decided to intervene.”
Krohe spun around until he was behind me, then put one hand on my face. “Rule one of my games: getting help has consequences, kiddo.”
“Touch me again and I’ll punch you so hard my hand will burst through you” I said fiercely.
He chuckled. “Feisty, aren’t you?” He spun back around, now next to Patchwork. “You may have one, but there’s still a forfeit. My colleague Patchwork is going to kill your prize now. Nothing personal, of course.” He paused, then smiled. “I take it back, everything done is personal!” He then broke out into laughter.
For some reason, I was stuck. I couldn’t move my body at all.
“Patchwork! If you will be so kind.”
Patchwork looked at the knife, then at Krohe. He then responded by shaking his head.
Krohe’s smile faded. “Heh heh… Seriously, do it.”
Patchwork shook his head again, this time more urgently.
Matthew was pushed onto the floor with one boot placed firmly on his back. The black-clad villain snatched the knife. “Patchwork, stop fucking with me. You either” he stabbed the air in front of him “jam this into him, or I’ll make sure the fresh orifice isn’t stitched up.” Krohe looked at me with stress on his face. “He disobeyed once and I had to sew his mouth together as punishment. Long story.”
He forced the blade into Patchwork’s hands. “Finish it.”
This was crazy. I had to stop Matthew from dying! But…something had made my body turn rigid, meaning I could only watch in horror as my friend’s life was about to end.
Patchwork raised the knife above his head, and suddenly made his mark as the blade…
…penetrated Krohe’s ribcage.
Both Krohe and I were shocked at what was happening. Krohe attempted to fight back, but his former ally pinned him down and forced his head into the freezing pond water. He thrashed around, hoping to break free as blood slightly trickled into the water. Try as he might, it was useless.
After a minute of struggling, Krohe had died.
I scanned the area for Matthew, but it was useless: he was nowhere to be seen. I hoped that he escaped successfully in the middle of this chaos.
As soon as I blinked, I was lying on my bed with the worst headache ever. I initially believed that the whole experience was a dream, until a notification popped up on my phone. I didn’t recognize the number, but once I read the message, I was both happy and deeply hurt.
“TheWorldhascapturedTemperanceasaresultofthesuddendeathofTheMoon”
He took Matthew. Krohe died just so He could take Matthew.
Just a quick note: I have been having technical difficulties concerning
So, today's the deadline for the challenge. Since I completed it early, though, I decided to wait until the deadline before I say what happened.
At first, I thought that the park would be easy to navigate through. Boy, was I wrong.
Every time I turned a corner, I would end up in an entirely different area. Some of the places would have signs saying "GETTINGCOLDER" or "SOCLOSE YETSOFAR". After an hour, this shit was getting infuriating. Just as I was about to go crazy, I got a message.
(13:09:27) Blackfeathers: Looks like someone's getting a little crabby.
(13:09:39) ME: You’re just teleporting me around just to piss me off, aren’t you?
(13:09:43) Blackfeathers: Hehehehehehehehee.
(13:09:47) Blackfeathers: Maaaaaybe~
He fell silent afterwards, mainly because I blocked him from messaging me again.
After more aimless wandering, I received another message. This time, from a different familiar person.
(13:42:56) QuiltedHeartstrings: Whyareyousoangry?
(13:43:06) Me: Michael? Conductor?
(13:43:11) Me: Is that you?
(13:43:23) QuiltedHeartstrings: Oldnamesthatbearnomeaninganylongerareempty.
(13:43:31) QuiltedHeartstrings: Thoselostindarknesseventuallyfindtheirdestination.
(13:43:49) Me: Uh…
Patchwork stopped messaging me after that.
Was he telling me to move with my eyes closed in his weird, complicated way? With anger and desperation, I gave it a try. The next time I opened my eyes, I saw a sign that read “GETTINGWARMER”. Looks like things were going my way!
I kept doing so until I reached a pond. There awaited two different scenes: Krohe, dressed in ruined black clothes, held a large book in one hand, his eyes focused on the content, while Patchwork, who wore a mask made of multiple materials and had stitches crossed where the mouth was, was holding a dull-coloured knife to Matthew’s throat.
Krohe looked up and smiled. “Welcome to the party, MoreChoice!” he said cheerfully. “Looks like you won.”
“Yeah” I said coldly. “You promised that Matthew would be safe if I passed. Release him.”
“About that…” Krohe threw the book into the bushes and frowned at me with...something…in his eyes. “See, you weren’t SUPPOSED to win. You only found out because of my colleague” he looked at Patchwork, then back at me “decided to intervene.”
Krohe spun around until he was behind me, then put one hand on my face. “Rule one of my games: getting help has consequences, kiddo.”
“Touch me again and I’ll punch you so hard my hand will burst through you” I said fiercely.
He chuckled. “Feisty, aren’t you?” He spun back around, now next to Patchwork. “You may have one, but there’s still a forfeit. My colleague Patchwork is going to kill your prize now. Nothing personal, of course.” He paused, then smiled. “I take it back, everything done is personal!” He then broke out into laughter.
For some reason, I was stuck. I couldn’t move my body at all.
“Patchwork! If you will be so kind.”
Patchwork looked at the knife, then at Krohe. He then responded by shaking his head.
Krohe’s smile faded. “Heh heh… Seriously, do it.”
Patchwork shook his head again, this time more urgently.
Matthew was pushed onto the floor with one boot placed firmly on his back. The black-clad villain snatched the knife. “Patchwork, stop fucking with me. You either” he stabbed the air in front of him “jam this into him, or I’ll make sure the fresh orifice isn’t stitched up.” Krohe looked at me with stress on his face. “He disobeyed once and I had to sew his mouth together as punishment. Long story.”
He forced the blade into Patchwork’s hands. “Finish it.”
This was crazy. I had to stop Matthew from dying! But…something had made my body turn rigid, meaning I could only watch in horror as my friend’s life was about to end.
Patchwork raised the knife above his head, and suddenly made his mark as the blade…
…penetrated Krohe’s ribcage.
Both Krohe and I were shocked at what was happening. Krohe attempted to fight back, but his former ally pinned him down and forced his head into the freezing pond water. He thrashed around, hoping to break free as blood slightly trickled into the water. Try as he might, it was useless.
After a minute of struggling, Krohe had died.
I scanned the area for Matthew, but it was useless: he was nowhere to be seen. I hoped that he escaped successfully in the middle of this chaos.
As soon as I blinked, I was lying on my bed with the worst headache ever. I initially believed that the whole experience was a dream, until a notification popped up on my phone. I didn’t recognize the number, but once I read the message, I was both happy and deeply hurt.
“TheWorldhascapturedTemperanceasaresultofthesuddendeathofTheMoon”
He took Matthew. Krohe died just so He could take Matthew.