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The Narrator: You’re on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin is a princess.
The Narrator: You’re here to slay her. If you don’t, it will be the end of the world.
(Explore) I'm getting a terrible sense of deja vu.
The Narrator: A terrible sense of deja vu? No, you don’t have that. This is the first time either of us have been here.
Voice of the Hero: If He doesn’t remember what happened, then maybe it’s best to keep it that way.
Voice of the Glutton: Bonsoir boys! Huh, guess that He doesn’t remember. What a shame! But if we’re back here, then… that must mean that she’s back there! It wasn’t much of an effort to eat her. We can just do it again!
Voice of the Hero: … um- Bonsoir..?
The Narrator: … I’m sorry, eat her?
Voice of the Glutton: Yes , Mr. Must I repeat myself?
The Narrator: Please don’t.
(Explore) This is more than just deja vu, though. I’m pretty sure this whole thing literally just happened.
The Narrator: It hasn’t. If it has, I certainly haven’t been a part of it. Like I said, we’ve just met for the first time, you and I.
(Explore) Let’s assume I’m telling the truth, and all of this already happened. Why should I listen to you? Why should I bother to do anything?
The Narrator: Those are two very different questions, but fine. I’ll indulge you if that’s what it takes to get you moving,
The Narrator: Let’s say for a moment that this really is the second time you’ve met me, or, at the least, a version of me.
The Narrator: If you're back here, I'm assuming you died, which probably only happened because you didn't listen to me.
Voice of the Glutton: Ahem, sorry, Mr but we kept our good old ears pricked and listened plenty. We followed the recipe you gave to us, ate her, and then we died.
The Narrator: Recipe? I thought I gave you a task not a cookbook.
Voice of the Glutton: Well it felt like you did seeing how much of a delicious delicacy she was!
Voice of the Hero: um…. I think you had something else to say.
The Narrator: Right ahem. Well, if you died, you weren’t listening to me, because I would never want you to die. That would mean the world ends, and clearly, I don’t want the world to end. Is that too much to ask for?
The Narrator: Anyways, I believe your other question was something along the lines of
'What's the point of doing anything?' If you're asking that, it sounds to me like you're making the rather dangerous assumption that your actions last time around didn't have any consequences.
Voice of the Hero: What do you mean? Of course there weren't any consequences. We ate the Princess, we starved , then we died. And now everyone's right back where they started. That sounds pretty consequence-free to me.
The Narrator: Yes, but, in this purely hypothetical scenario, that begs the question of how you got back here. Did 'time' simply rewind itself, or were you instead transported to a different world entirely?
The Narrator: Had you failed to slay the Princess, what would have happened to everyone in the place you left?
Voice of the Glutton: Why would I or anyone else know?
The Narrator: You just should.
Voice of the Glutton: We don’t.
[[Proceed to the cabin]]
The Narrator: A warning, before you go any further…
The Narrator: She will lie, she will cheat, and she will do everything in her power to stop you from slaying her. Don’t believe a word she says.
Voice of the Glutton: Chuckle, You're quite a funny one aren’t you? From where she stands, I doubt she could even put a feather out of place.
[[Proceed to the cabin]]
The Narrator: The interior of the cabin is dilapidated and savaged. Claw marks litter every surface, as if a starved beast has ravaged it. The air creeps into your nose as you step in:an undercoating of metal; not too dissimilar to rust or blood. A chain link door stands before you, leading to the basement.
The Narrator: The only thing of note in the room is an old hay bale, where a pristine blade sits atop.
The Narrator: The Blade is your implement. You’ll need it if you want to do this right.
Voice of the Glutton: Oh, a fancy utensil! Looks perfect for chopping.
(Explore) You didn’t say anything about the mirror on the wall.
The Narrator: That's because there isn't a mirror. There's a hay bale, the blade sitting on the hay bale, and the chain link door to the basement. There's nothing else in here.
Voice of the Hero: There’s definitely a mirror.
The Narrator: There isn’t.
Voice of the Glutton: … Is this another one of your jokes? But, truly, why care about some murky old mirror? Let's go downstairs, our delectable meal is waiting.
[Approach the mirror]
The Narrator: You walk up to the wall next to the basement door. It's a wall. There isn't much to see here.
Voice of the Hero: What are you talking about? This isn't a wall. It's a mirror. Or at least it'll be a mirror once we wipe off that layer of grime.
[Wipe the mirror clean]
The Narrator: You reach forward and rub your hand against the cabin wall. I hope you know how ridiculous you look right now.
Voice of the Hero: But there was a mirror a second ago.
Voice of the Glutton: Oh it’s gone, I have an odd feeling a certain Mr took it away from us. But whatever, we have things to do.
[Enter the basement]
Voice of the Glutton: Oh , no utensils? How uncouth! Please don’t make a mess with the food by eating it with your bare claws, oui ? But whatever. It's not like we needed a blade last time. Either way it will be a piece of cake.
The Narrator: The chain link door to the basement creaks open, revealing what’s left of a decaying wooden staircase covered in short grass. Should be sturdy enough to stand on– do be mindful of the claw marks.
The Narrator: The air below has a hint of rust, overshadowed by the smell of fresh, wet grass, not too dissimilar to a prairie. If the Princess lives here, slaying her would probably be doing her a favor.
The Narrator: Her voice crawls skittishly up the stairs.
The Princess: “Oh-oh I know that scent of outside–your back-claws will be in my skin again, please not again!”
Voice of the Glutton: Sounds like she’s terrified. That's interesting.
The Narrator: If you expect me to believe your claims about being here before, didn’t you say something along the lines of ‘you ate her.’ Should you expect her to be anything other than terrified?
Voice of the Glutton: Yes I understand your point, but she’s already scared; before she was a bit anxious but welcomed us, a newcomer, down the stairs. Now she’s terrified by even our scent. It’s new. It’s interesting.
Voice of the Hero: I can’t believe we’re so terrifying even our smell alone startles her… We’re supposed to be a hero right? I feel like a monster.
Voice of the Glutton: Guess we’re monsters then. Don’t beat yourself up over it, Sir.
The Narrator: Moving on-as you descend the final step, you see the form of The Princess huddling in the corner, her body pressed into the wall. Her fearful eyes dart from corner to corner, refusing to look at you.
Voice of the Glutton: Aww, there’s our delectable little morsel ready to dig in, boys?
Voice of the Hero: …Can I say no?
The Narrator: Yes, you can.
The Narrator: A rusty shackle confines her neck, a bell hanging from it. A long chain reaches to the corner of the room, though it doesn’t seem to be connected to any wall or other discernible anchor point.
The Narrator: Her form... flickers, as if only part of her is fully here; the bell on her shackle jingles, as the scarred stub of a tail timidly curls against herself.
Voice of the Glutton: Oh! Our morsel has her own dinner bell!
Voice of the Hero: I don’t think that's what the bell is for... There are plenty of other bells it could be like…
Voice of the Glutton: Oh? Other kinds of bells? I'm all ears.
The Narrator: I'm not.
The Narrator: Don’t get sidetracked with pointless chatter. Stick to the task.
>Wait to see how things play out
The Narrator: The Princess shakes a bit still trembling with terror, but she takes a few quick breaths before replying with shaky breath
The Princess: “You’re… not attacking me anymore, are you…?”
The Narrator: She seems to, for lack of a better word, stabilize. None of her flickers, like she is fully here. She has calmed down.
Voice of the Glutton: We aren’t attacking her? I guess we can find something elsewhere if you’re not up for some lamb.
Voice of the Hero: Yeah , I’d rather not if that's ok.
The Narrator: What- Well, whatever, the silence is long and awkward. But the silence is broken with a greeting.
The Princess: “Umm, greetings Hunter. I didn’t think you would do that.”
Voice of the Hero: She seems sheepish...
(Explore) “You look different..?”
The Princess: “You don’t.”
Voice of the Hero: Well that was oddly quick and sharp.
Voice of the Glutton: You know on the topic of looks Mr, may you describe our morsel some more.
The Narrator: Mor- what? I’ve already given enough details for you to finish your task.
Voice of the Hero: Yeah, but I want to hear how she looks a bit more too.
The Narrator: Fine, I prefer only to describe what is necessary for your task. But if this gets you moving.
The Narrator: With how far away you are, it’s hard to tell what it’s made out of, but
presumably cloth is wrapped around her body. Especially around the… sigh. Chest area… Presumably to keep her tattered, torn dress in place.
The Narrator: She has two stubs of what used to be horns, that were either sawed or broken off.
The Narrator: Well does that satiate your curiosity yet?
Voice of the Hero: …Chest area..?
The Narrator: Don’t get your hopes up, that… area is completely flat.
Voice of the Glutton: … Ok now I’m interested .
The Narrator: Almost forgot her hair is wool… Happy now? I hope you are because that’s all the extra description you’re gonna get from me.
(Explore) "There's this narrator in my head that's been telling me to kill you because you're going to end the world"
The Princess: “I noticed there was shuffling in your skull but like I didn’t think there were actual voices in your head. ”
The Princess: “But preferably don’t listen to that one… I don’t think that would end well for anyone involved.”
The Narrator: It will end worse for everyone involved if you don't listen to me, the whole world is at stake here.
Voice of the Hero: Don’t get me wrong I’m a big fan of the world, but like I think she has a point.
Voice of the Glutton: I wouldn’t really mind if you listen to Him or not. I could use a good snack right about now, but I think it could be interesting to see what happens if you refuse to listen to Him.
The Narrator: What will happen if you don’t listen to me is the entire world ending. I can assure you the taste of victory is far sweeter than the ruin and destruction of the world—,
The Princess: “Hey… Can I ask you something…”
(Explore) “Sure..?”
(Explore) No.
The Princess: “Has this narrator offered any reward if you did… Um, finish the task they gave you.”
The Narrator: …Wait I was going to give you a reward, if you finished the job! How could she have ever guessed?
Voice of the Glutton: I mean usually when it comes to tasks like these, there is a form of compensation for the task completion.
(Explore) “Yes, but he won’t explain what the reward is.”
>(Explore) Yeah, but how did you know?
>(Lie) No.
The Princess: “Well alright, but I can offer you my own reward if you… Don’t kill me… Bird seeds, yeah a handful of bird seeds.”
The Narrator: Oh come on really you’re going to fall for that? My reward is far superior than some bird seeds.
Voice of the Glutton: I’m sorry that’s going to be hard to believe, but may you tell me what your reward is?
Voice of the Hero: Yeah I don’t know bird seeds sound pretty good right about now. I don’t think you can top that.
The Narrator: sigh Yes I can. While it’s a secret, the reward you will get is far greater than any... Birds seeds … I can’t believe you’re willing to let the entire world end for something as mundane as bird seeds .
(Explore) “I think I’ll need a bigger reward to be sure”
>(Explore) if you have this reward, can you give it to me right now?
>(Explore) oh thanks I’ll accept.
The Narrator: The Princess sweats a bit, twiddling her fingers as she struggles to think of a bigger reward. She... flickers again, but quickly stabilizes; she makes her offers.
The Princess: “Well I have a ba-baa better reward if you do-do something extra special… A steak ..Yeah a juicy steak but only if you do something extra special.”
The Narrator: What? A steak is all she could come up with? This is more reasons to not agree to the deal; if the world ending if you accept wasn’t enough.
Voice of the Glutton: Who cares if any old world ends we get steak!
The Narrator: The word “Stupid” is nowhere near the right term I should use for you, if your intellect is so low you see A. Single. Steak. As worth more than the entire world.
Voice of the Hero: I mean they do have a point… But a steak does sound pretty good…
The Narrator: I’m sorry but you know if the world ends there won’t be anywhere to enjoy the steak at.
Voice of the Glutton: Good point, but have you considered it steak.
(Explore) “If you have this reward, can you give it to me right now?”
>(Explore) oh thanks I’ll accept.
The Narrator: The Princess eyes you again probably thinking real long and hard, but then an idea pops into her mind.
The Princess: “One question, Do you think I have a handful of bird seeds?”
The Narrator: She's an unarmed princess. Why on earth would she have bird seeds?
Voice of the Hero: I mean… What if she does..?
Voice of the Glutton: I mean you didn’t say she didn’t have bird seeds before.
The Narrator: Fine I can’t stop you from being delusional
(Explore) “Yes, I think you do have bird seeds”
>(Explore) No of course you don’t have bird seeds
The Narrator: Miraculously her hand is full of bird seeds, even she looks shocked at something as stupid as that happened.
The Narrator: Skittishly she exits her corner as she steps closer to you dropping the bird seeds on the grass in front of you, she quickly returns to her corner.
(Explore) “Thanks for the bird seeds. Can I have the steak now?”
>(Explore) Thanks for the bird seeds.
>[Eats the seeds]
The Princess: “I’m sorry, But the steak is only if you do something extra special… So no, I must decline.”
[Eats the seeds]
>(Explore) Thanks for the bird seeds.
The Narrator: You bend down to the floor, devouring all the seeds you can in a primal way. You know you could at least eat a bit more - what's the word - proper?
Voice of the Glutton: I would prefer not to agree with Him, But He is right.I recommend you cup the seeds in your hands, or something along those lines.
Voice of the Hero: I mean yeah this feels a bit, savage? Dehumanizing..?
The Narrator: Whatever just don’t fall for the manipulation.
Voice of the Hero: So um… Are you no longer planning on eating her…
Voice of the Glutton: Of course not! We just won’t kill her.
Voice of the Hero: How are you planning on doing that…
Voice of the Glutton: Simple, we can just bite her; or other non deadly form of consumption.
The Narrator: Alright I have to jump in and say, Just because the princess gave you… Bird seeds does not mean you can’t slay her. You must, if you don’t it will be the end of the world.
>“Forgot to mention but there is this hungry one, which I feel the need to warn you about.”
The Princess: “Umm… Thanks for the warning?”
The Narrator: I prefer not to interrupt but please stop giving The Princess details, the more she knows the more difficult the task will become.
Voice of the Hero: Wait… Why is that..?
The Narrator: Well for several reasons; One of which is that the more information you give her the more ammo she has to use to manipulate you. Seeing how long you've been refusing to finish the job, it might be working but hopefully you get back on track.
Voice of the Glutton: Oh being manipulated. Seeing how she’s cowering in the corner, forms of manipulation other than “look cute and pitiful” might be difficult, but I love to see what she would come up with.
The Narrator: No. Don’t underestimate her. she’s capable of ending the world; she can manipulate you. Especially if you let her, she might convince you to be an accomplice to the end of the world.
Voice of the Hero: I mean we’re already monsters that ate her not like we can get much worse.
The Narrator: Look I’m just as much of a ‘ fan ’ of eating her as you are; but at least in that case no matter how disgusting it is you're saving the world.
The Narrator: If you get manipulated you will help her end the world; and just destroy everything and everyone.
Voice of the Glutton: If you call that manipulation then it might be working on me.
The Narrator: I didn’t expect much better from you .
(Explore) "what's your name?"
The Princess: “I don’t have one or at least one I can remember…”
The Narrator: That's incredibly suspicious, even more proof you should get your act together and slay her.
Voice of the Hero: How is that suspicious..?
The Narrator: She hadn’t even thought of a name for herself. Hopefully you can tell she can’t be trusted. Get your act together and slay her please.
Voice of the Glutton: I mean maybe it's not a main priority or she didn’t think about that.?
The Narrator: Don’t give her the benefit of the doubt.
(Explore) "What happened after I attacked you?”
the Narrator: She looks at you but flickers and shakes slightly, even the memory of the event is painful for her, but soon she speaks.
The Princess: “I awoke, the cage became nicer but it still screamed at me ‘This is what I deserve.’ I could sense things I couldn’t before, dangerous things. ”
The Narrator: fine I didn’t want to believe your deluded ramblings in the woods, but this is next to incontrovertible evidence. You’ve been here before.
The Narrator: I’m skeptical about some of your details, But sadly you've been here before.
Voice of the Hero: Yeah it was horrible last time… I wish I could forget.
Voice of the Glutton: I mean yeah it wasn’t really our best moment, but it's only natural we consume.
Voice of the Hero: I don’t want to consume .
Voice of the Glutton: ... Is there anything else we can do?
Voice of the Hero: …
The Narrator: Yes, namely slaying the princess.
> “what do you mean dangerous things?”
> where are these dangerous things
The Princess: “I said what I said, I am in the dark as much as you are about what it truly is.”
The Narrator: See this is even more to the pile of proof you should slay her, she's being vague and trying to capture you in her web of lies.
Voice of the Glutton: Or maybe, just hear me out. She doesn’t know what it is?
The Narrator: Maybe but she already stated she knows something yet won’t explain it more proof she is untrustworthy and should be slayed.
Voice of the Hero: I mean she did say before she knew at least a little about us, but I think she knows more than what anyone is letting on.
The Narrator: Of course she doesn't, she's just making guesses and hoping you believe them to sound more trustworthy.
>where are these dangerous things?
The Princess: “Outside of this cage.”
The Princess: “I can’t tell exactly where it or they are but outside of the cage.”
Voice of the Hero: Well if she knows of things outside of this basement and is scared of them, she isn’t planning on ending the world?
The Narrator: Her feelings about the world or what's in it doesn’t matter; she can still end it.
Voice of the Glutton: Mind if you explain how she can end the world, I'm a bit of a curious fella myself.
The Narrator: Look she just can end the world, it's her nature. Just as a snail leaves behind a trail of slime, The Princess will leave behind a trail of incalculable destruction should she be allowed to leave this cabin.
Voice of the Glutton: Nature does affect actions, but all our morsel done so far is cowering in a corner.
Voice of the Glutton: Like of course snails leave behind slime, but what's the last time you saw pigs fly? Tell me.
The Narrator: Look, she just can end the world, alright?
(Explore) “Hey you keep flickering between alive and dead sometimes, which one are you?”
The Narrator: She pauses for a long moment quietly thinking before answering.
The Princess: “I… Don’t know what I am…”
Voice of the Hero: I think she should be dead, I think she looked pretty dead before we ate her… But we didn’t have a lot of time to look.
Voice of the Glutton: Of course she's alive Sir, how are we supposed to eat a ghost?
Voice of the Hero: Maybe she's both… Alive and dead.
Voice of the Glutton: As long as we can still sink our molars into her delectable flesh. I'm fine with that Sir.
The Narrator: Of course she isn’t dead; and no she can’t be both. We all got to pick a side at some point.
(Explore) "how long have you been down here?"
The Princess: “Too long… I explored every inch of my cage.”
Voice of the Hero: That's horrible…
The Narrator: Are you really sympathizing with the world ending monster, she will literally end the world as soon as she leaves.
Voice of the Glutton: Seems like he is.
(Explore) “The people who wanted you dead used me, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Let’s team up.”
The Narrator: Enemies? Oh you’re talking about me, I can assure you we’re not enemies.
Voice of the Hero: If we aren’t enemies what are we?
The Narrator: Well… We have a deal I describe, and you save the world.
Voice of the Glutton: Seems like we’re getting the short end of the stick.
The Princess: “ ‘The enemy of my enemy…’ ”
The Narrator: The Princess thinks to herself, eyes darting back and forth to each corner of the room.
The Princess: “I don’t want enemies. I don’t want to fight. I just don’t want to be hurt.”
The Princess: “Is that too much to ask for…?”
Voice of the Glutton: That sounds sooo boring, but then again not hurting her is new.
The Narrator: Yes not hurting her is boring but more importantly, not hurting aka slaying her will bring the end of the world.
Voice of the Hero: But hurting her… Kind of feels bad.
Voice of the Glutton: It's just another way to experience her, appreciation even.
Voice of the Hero: I mean it still feels bad.
Voice of the Glutton: Feeling bad or feeling good is just another sensation no different than trying a new food, but if you don’t enjoy it to each their own.
The Narrator: Don’t worry about that one nonsense, the world ending should be more than enough reasoning.
(Explore) “Your chain isn’t connected to anything, Why haven’t you left?”
The Narrator: She opens her mouth to speak then stops herself. Taking a second to think about whatever lies she could weave to trick you into not slaying her.
The Princess: “I tried before, while you were gone. But right when my hand was about to grip the handle, my cage told me ‘If you leave you will be hurt again, do you want to be hurt again?’ I don’t.”
The Princess: “So here I stay. Waiting.”
Voice of the Hero: I… I feel something.
Voice of the Glutton: Is it pity?
Voice of the Hero: I just feel sorry for her…
The Narrator: Don’t. You have no reason to be sorry for the world ending monster. I don’t know how many times I have to say this for you to listen but, she will end the world. Any sorrow she may feel is worth far less than everyone and everything.
Voice of the Hero: I think at this point… I'm fine with that.
The Narrator: You’re what?
Voice of the Glutton: As our good sir said ‘I'm fine with that.’
The Narrator: I know I'm just baffled by how illogical that is.
The Narrator: Like this so called ‘hero’ is willing to throw away the entire world just for one princess.
Voice of the Hero: I… Don’t have the heart for that…
The Narrator: You don’t have the heart to save the entire world..?
Voice of the Hero: I..-
The Narrator: Tell me.
Voice of the Glutton: I sorry Mr could you not?
The Narrator: Not what?
Voice of the Glutton: Push him around so much? Just a simple request.
The Narrator: What? I'm just trying to get him to answer a question.
Voice of the Glutton: He clearly doesn’t want to answer.
The Narrator: Fine, I'll stop.
(Explore) “I’ve made my decision”
The Princess: “What's your decision..?”
“I'm going to free you. we don’t have to hurt each other, we can be better than this.” [Free The Princess]
The Narrator: The Princess eyes grow a bit, she's taken aback by the idea as she should be.
The Princess: “Oh, that's an option?”
The Narrator: You step closer to the decaying, damaged steps, as she gets up from her corner slowly walking towards you.
The Narrator: You offer her your hand, some of her flickers again like she doesn’t know what to do but then; she accepts.
Voice of the Hero: This feels nice…
The Princess: “You're right… I never thought I would feel this.”
Voice of the Glutton: Oh so our delectable little morsel can hear us, Greetings our royal highness!
The Narrator: A rosy blush appears- are you kidding me.
The Princess: “Oh! Thank you ma’am.”
Voice of the Hero: Ma’am? Aren’t we or at least me a He..?
The Princess: “Sorry Hunter- or is it Hero..? I can call you a mr if you like.”
Voice of the Glutton: Ma’am I like that… I’m fine with either one. I'm still me even if I'm a mister or ma’am.
Voice of the Hero: I think Mister is best if referring to all of us- but it's fine no need to apologize.
The Princess: “Alright.”
The Narrator: I wish you could stick to the task and save the world, b-
The Princess: “Are you the one Hunter warned me about, Are you the one that wanted me dead?”
The Narrator: Yes, to both of your questions. But I have good reasons you was going to-
The Princess: “End the world.”
Voice of the Hero: I don’t think she's happy with you…
The Narrator: Yes that.
The Narrator: I can assure you this is true.
The Princess: “Do you have any proof?”
The Narrator: Yes I have proof, check your pockets.
The Princess: “I don’t have pockets, neither does Hunter”
The Narrator: … Well it's an immutable truth, you must believe me.
The Princess: “Your truth is words. I don’t believe in words. I believe in proof.”
The Narrator: Well fine, I can’t argue with those as delusional as you.
The Princess: “Maybe you're the delusional one?”
The Narrator: I am only delusional if I'm wrong, I can’t be wrong.
Voice of the Hero: May I ask why you can’t be wrong?
The Narrator: I just can’t don’t, worry about it.
The Princess: “We can’t just not worry about it”
The Narrator: Yes you can.
The Princess: Annoyed sigh.
(Explore) “I thought you could only sense them, not hear them.”
The Princess: “I couldn’t before,but now that we're touching we can. Maybe it's a close thing, but my guess is as good as yours. Anyone have any other ideas?”
Voice of the Glutton: Not really.
Voice of the Hero: Me either.
The Narrator: I-
The Princess: “Wasn’t asking you.”
(Explore) “Hey um… You know I'm still here, I feel left out…”
The Princess: “Oh sorry. I got sidetracked…”
Voice of the Hero: Same…
The Princess: Sorry for the wait or anything, I'm just a bit worried…
Voice of the Glutton: Whatever is out there, you can handle it.
Voice of the Hero: That's surprisingly sweet.
The Narrator: You-
The Princess: “We know this song and dance.”
[continue up the stairs]
The Narrator: Before you continue up the stairs, the Princess thinks for a second even flickers a bit but then, removes her hand from yours. But still continues up the stairs just not hand in hand.
The Narrator: As you ascend the final steps, oh look at that the chain link door just slammed on both of your faces.
The Princess: “Did He do that?”
The Narrator: Yes I did do that.
Voice of the Hero: Hey! We shouldn’t both be kept down here, that's mean.
The Narrator: It's more mean to let a world ending monster you know, destroy the world.
The Narrator: The Princess attempts to open the chain link door, as it refuses to budge.
The Princess: “Do you think I could maybe open the door, if not do you think you can open the door?”
> “Yeah. I think you’ve got this.”
The Princess: “Alright,I'll try.”
The Narrator: The Princess tries the latch.
Voice of the Hero: And what happens next…
The Narrator: And then it creaks open. Are. You. Kidding me?
The Narrator: You and the Princess make your way upstairs and-
The Narrator: The blade, That’s right! There is still a chance for you to do the right thing. Take the blade from the hay bale and slay her before it's too late!
Voice of the Glutton: Oh come on, now want us to have table manners? By now the stress is going to ruin most of her flavor, not saying she won’t be delectable or anything.
Voice of the Glutton: Just saying maybe she could use some seasoning.
The Narrator: Alright what the fuck.
Voice of the Hero: At least your world would be saved in that case…
>[Free the Princess]
>[Take the blade and slay the princess]
>[slay the princess]
The Narrator: Sigh, You two cross the room opening the door to the cabin.
The Narrator: And then you step outside.
Voice of the Glutton: So this is freedom.
Voice of the Hero: Are you still planning on eating her?
Voice of the Glutton: Yes of course, It's just I can wait. So impatiently.
The Princess: “So this is freedom, Peaceful. No more hunting. I- Wait.”
The world unravels textures fading with their sculptor.
Voice of the Hero: … Where did everything go?
Voice of the Hero: Where did He go?
Voice of the Glutton: I don’t know. I was too busy thinking of all the delectable dishes; we could make with her.
The Princess: “The world is fading, unwinding even. Something is drawing closer.”
Voice of the Glutton: Unwinding, you say?
You- Her hoof stepped onto a hand of her, crack echoes throughout the air, She strikes at something.
Voice of the Hero: She has hooves?
Voice of the Glutton: she has horns and wool; I expected she did.
She resists her captor, tryingies to wiggle out of the multitude of arms encasing her in the maw of... something .
But the maw is her coffin, she is a cornered animal not a rival.
She doesn’t get the chance to make another move, nor do you get a chance to react. Something has taken her away, and it's left something else in her stead.
Voice of the Hero: She's gone. Where did she go? Should we try and find her?
Voice of the Hero: And there's that mirror again. Why is it here? Why now?!
(Explore) The Narrator is gone…
Voice of the Hero: He is. Does that mean the world ended?
Voice of the Glutton: Huh guess the world ended, oh come on there could have been so many good seasonings in that world! Whatever, no crying over spilled milk.
Voice of the Hero: Is seasonings really the right thing to worry about right now?
Voice of the Glutton: Yes it is.
(Explore) I don't know where she went, and I don't know how we'd even go about looking for her.
Voice of the Glutton: Oh come on there must be a way to find her!… It’s so cold without her.
Voice of the Hero: I’m sorry, but I think she’s gone. It's just us and that... awful thing.
(Explore) I think I'm supposed to look at the mirror.
Voice of the Hero: There's something dreadful about it. I don't think you should.
Voice of the Glutton: It reeks of death, but I think it is where we belong.
[Approach the mirror.]
Voice of the Hero: I'm begging you, don't do this.
(Explore) The mirror never scared you before.
Voice of the Hero: It's different now! It feels... I don't know. Final.
You approach the mirror.
Silence as you reach forward. They're gone, but the mirror remains. It's time for you to see What's in it.
…
It’s you
You are alone in a place that is empty. It is quiet here.
[Proceed to the cabin.]
You are at the cabin.
[Approach her.]
???: “Something finds me in the Long Quiet and brings me the gift of a fragile vessel.”
[observe the princess]
You observe her.
Her face is hard to tell, fatigue of course. But also either uncomfortable or terrified, probably both.
She is shivering, shaking even.
Maybe it’s the cold one of you commented, or a last ditch subconscious effort to escape.
(Explore) "The gift of a fragile vessel?"
???: “Yes. Nerves and fibers to feel the Worlds beyond, Perspectives to make my own.”
???: “This one is prey pushed to adapt, captured by a dance of survival. In this dance she found cunning and wit, but you alone pushed her to act. Even now I feel a will squirming against mine trying to slip in between my fingertips, not realizing we are one.
She will make for a flexible heart."
???: "Do not mourn her she can rest"
>"What happens now?"
???: “Nothing, as We are. But I know that there are Worlds beyond us, and that We are meant to reach them.”
???: “There is no exit, but this vessel is a creature of perception. She can make you forget, if only you believe her to be able to.”
???: “Bring me more perspectives, so that I may be Whole, and perhaps then we will know our freedom.”
(Explore) “Aren’t you scared that I’ll find a way to eat you ?”
???: “To consume is to become, I am comfortable with us as two. But the rest is up to you.”
>"Okay. Make me forget."
???: “She asks that I tell you to
remember her.”
???: “You won’t.”
Everything goes dark, and you die.