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<<audio beginsong loop play>><<audio "beginsong" volume 0.35>> <style> .header{display:none} .footer{display:none} #back{display:none} #passages{border:none} #scrollbar{display:none} </style>\ <div id="main-menu">\ <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/609d8f197966cdb8e6d00f0a6c239a16/1e0bcbca8686f536-4d/s500x750/63a91766769cf2915228642cf5991cf4588dde8c.pnj" /></center> </div>\ <div id="menu-sub">\ <<link '<div class="killbill">resume game</div>'>><<script>>Save.autosave.load()<</script>><</link>> <<link '<div class="killbill">New Game</div>' 'warning'>><</link>> <<link '<div class="killbill">Load Game</div>'>><<run UI.saves()>><</link>> <<link '<div class="killbill">settings</div>'>><<run UI.settings()>><</link>> </div>

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<span class="title">HORRORTALE</span> <span class="author">by <a href="https://www.tumblr.com/blog/lowpoly-shark" target="_blank">author</a></span>

<<nobr>> <li>[[you]]</li> <li>[[inventory]]</li> <li><<link "credits">><<script>> Dialog.setup("credits"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("credits").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>><</link>></li> <</nobr>>

+ 8bit Syndrome by z3r0 - Copyright Free Music on youtube + game over Music by Lightyeartraxx from Pixabay + Sad Satan by z3r0 - Copyright Free Music on youtube + Into the Void by z3r0 - Copyright Free Music on youtube + Undertale (c) Toby Fox. + Horrortale created by SourApple on deviantart + This game is created by moewmoewska on itch.io or on dead body man on tumblr.

<<if $profile is true>> <center><h1>$name</h1> <span class="star">✦</span></center> <center><h3>Appearance</h3> <<if $GENO is 0>> you are you<<elseif $GENO is 5>> you are <i> you </i> <<elseif $GENO is 10>> you are a monster <</if>> <i>a $skincolor colored person with $hairlength $haircolor $hairtype hair and $eyecolor eyes.</i></center> <<if $DETERMINATON is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/b8db74eaa3b891bfb72a8fe8f8197ea1/f5f355f9dd03ef66-1c/s75x75_c1/dd0a7d1462874aacbfd2642f964df399b3017a35.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $PATIENCE is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/49bec7e68ef0db5e4c1551003f2af79e/f5f355f9dd03ef66-1f/s75x75_c1/55460940aba5abb23f1dbb9ed316ebff47c86171.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $BRAVERY is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/7cc02476cd2bac05920281115788d838/f5f355f9dd03ef66-2d/s75x75_c1/2521c20880088bdc0ea3fe7a828143c12091460e.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $INTEGRITY is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e2960d001652f9fd0ae6aca60500ebc/f5f355f9dd03ef66-85/s75x75_c1/66d27d2f8480048e02c2dc398ca066d72fbf46af.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $PERSEVERANCE is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/9203647782988caf01855bd5f389a13d/f5f355f9dd03ef66-ca/s75x75_c1/eeca5abe9359cafebefb9fc9bf5d0e80d7d9c4a1.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $KINDNESS is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/703af81f8720442120cec37ae1e21834/f5f355f9dd03ef66-bc/s75x75_c1/ef57c254164a405075d0290f03bd8417203231b1.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $JUSTICE is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/5bcb9f44c5bfb388ad59cbecb8ab18e8/f5f355f9dd03ef66-93/s75x75_c1/50b6875d8ccb15761671d6d45d92bb8f6ca41b4f.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $HUMILITY is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/27e0fca3d81a37fb1dbbf5c3e41db60a/f5f355f9dd03ef66-2c/s75x75_c1/8b2acc65b3c1d4526e577b648bfa54984e86f704.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $WISDOM is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/61aa1cd7095badb8c039955e0334a815/f5f355f9dd03ef66-bf/s75x75_c1/eabfc9854aa8246606659bfa4627ceade5d7c8d3.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $CURIOSITY is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/00e958414f756fef1ac366233214b586/f5f355f9dd03ef66-c9/s75x75_c1/40d1a26f7445b4b4424383905c8ed4db67cb8220.pnj" /></center> <<elseif $CREATIVITY is true>> <center><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/7b929a58735924f65840a927dc41ab30/bc5e1b178f8877c3-d9/s75x75_c1/4b5eeefc7d0e2bf0038ac2d2b6cc70ef5dfe10e6.pnj" /></center><</if>> <center><h3>LV</h3><div id="lv" class="meter-gauge" data-label="LV" data-max="20" data-value="20"><div></div></div> <h3>HEALTH</h3><div id="hp" class="meter-gauge" data-label="HEALTH" data-max="100" data-value="100"><div></div></div> <h3>FEAR</h3><<if $fear gte 10>> //uneasy// - your gut instinct tells you that something is not right.<<elseif $fear gte 50>>//nervous// - the hairs on your neck begin to rise<<elseif $fear gte 50>> //anxious// - you start looking behind yourself more often, feeling like you are being watched.<<elseif $fear gte 70>>//paranoid// - you've lost the ability to think straight, you shake uncontrolably and fear everything and everyone.<<elseif $fear gte 90>>// d̴͔͍̅̚ẹ̸̮̄l̸̙̣͊͑u̶̪̜͂s̶͖̪͘͝͠i̸̳̲͇̎o̷̢̨̘̒n̵̪̬̍͠͝a̵͉̦̾l̸̗̈́͂̀// - you can't take it anymore, it won't be long before you become a prisoner of your own mind.<<else>>//fine// - you feel... //okey//.<</if>></center><<else>>your profile is locked until you have completed the character creator.<</if>> <<back>>

<<if $inventory is true>> You have: <<if $rock >>- //rock// — it //could// make a good weapon.<</if>><<if $Gold gte 1>> you have $Gold gold coins <<elseif $Gold gte 0>> you are coinless right now <</if>> <<else>>your inventory is locked until you have completed the character creator.<</if>> <<back>>

$('<div id="story-meters"></div>') .insertBefore('#story-caption') .wiki(Story.get('StoryMeters').processText());

''Before beginning'': Game is recommended to play with sound on as it sets the atmosphere. <h5><span class= "redtext"> this is a demo with one chapter</span> </h5><h6>this is a remake of the previous version of my game with a different theme and storyline.</h6><span class= "redtext">''Warnings'': </span> - descriptive deathscenes - blood and mild gore pictured - themes of suicide in further chapters. - horrortale in general. and my bad english sometimes so im heavily appreciative when you correct me in the comments. [[if you're ready to move on]]

<<audio beginsong loop fadeout>><<audio storysong loop play>><<audio "storysong" volume 0.35>><<set $fear to 0>> <<type 30ms>>Long ago, two races coexisted in harmony on Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS. However, despite their peaceful coexistence, tensions began to rise between the two groups, eventually leading to an all-out war. The battle was long and brutal, with both sides suffering heavy losses. In the end, the humans emerged victorious, but at a great cost. As punishment for their transgressions, the humans banished the monsters to the depths of the Earth, sealing them away with a powerful magic spell. For centuries, the monsters remained trapped underground, their existence all but forgotten by the humans above. <</type>> <<timed 20s t8n>>One human, a child no more than 10, fell into the undergrounds and toyed with the lives of the monsters. But they were just a child, and perhaps didn't know any better. Or maybe they were just a human, like everyone else, curious to see what would happen if they pushed further until they got bored. <</timed>> <<timed 21s t8n>>[[The mountain has taken many........]]<</timed>>

<<audio storysong loop fadeout>><<audio earringing loop play>><<audio "earringing" volume 0.25>> <<timed 1s t8n>>you can’t breath<</timed>> <<timed 2.5s t8n>>you can’t breath<</timed>> <<timed 3s t8n>>you can’t breath<</timed>> <<timed 4s t8n>>you can’t breath<</timed>> <<timed 5.5s t8n>>you can’t breath<</timed>> <<timed 6s t8n>>you can’t breath<</timed>> <<timed 9s t8n>>you are unable to breath, your chest begins to tighten and your throat constricts. You feel as though you are suffocating, as if there is no air in the room with you or as if you haven't yet figured out how to breathe, like a newborn baby emerging from the safety of the womb for the very first time, discovering the world beyond its mother's embrace. you clasp onto your neck, digging your nails into your skin. You try to open your eyes, but the world remains dark, and you can't tell if your eyes are really open or not. <</timed>> <<timed 10.1s t8n>>[[The darkness enveloped you.]]<</timed>>

<<audio earringing loop fadeout>><<audio voidsong loop play>><<audio "voidsong" volume 0.35>><<timed 1s t8n>>you feel a sensation on your eyelids. It's a strange feeling, almost as if you're weightless. You find yourself floating through the vastness of the void of your own thoughts and dreams. You see memories drifting away like stars of the past, becoming smaller and smaller as you move further away from them.<</timed>> <<timed 3s t8n>>You find yourself falling through the vastness of space, surrounded by twinkling stars and planets. The darkness of space surrounds you, but the stars provide a gentle light that illuminates your path. As you float weightless and free, you feel a sense of peace and calm wash over you. The universe is unfolding before your very eyes, and you are a part of it.<</timed>> <<timed 6s t8n>>you are enveloped by a cluster of small stars. They dance and spin around you, their warm energy lifting you up like a fluffy pillow. You float effortlessly among them, feeling their gentle touch on your skin. You are filled with a sense of wonder and awe as you watch the [[stars|prelogue]] move around you, almost as if they are alive.<</timed>> <html> <div id="video_bg" style="position: fixed; z-index: -98; width: 100%; height: 100%;"> <div id="video" style="position: fixed; z-index: -99; width: 100%; height: 100%;"> <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://va.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ru5r1hXRnd1a42tvr.mp4"> </video> <iframe frameborder="0" height="100%" width="100%" src=" </iframe> </div> </div> </html>

As you extend your arm towards the sparkling stars that surround you, you feel a sense of wonder and awe. Each tiny star seems to hold its own unique story, with secrets and mysteries waiting to be uncovered. You reach out to touch one of the stars, and as your fingers brush against it, you feel a sudden warmth spread through your body. It's as if the star is alive, pulsing with energy and vitality. Suddenly, a voice booms through the stars, echoing in your mind like thunder. "Can you hear me?" The voice is deep and powerful, filled with a sense of authority and wisdom. You look around, trying to find the source of the voice, but all you can see are the glittering stars stretching out in all directions. You nod, not knowing if the voice can see you or not. As a second of silence rang, you feel multiple hands holding you, almost pulling you through the stars. "Tell the stars who you are," the voice commands. [[you dont remember...]] <html> <div id="video_bg" style="position: fixed; z-index: -98; width: 100%; height: 100%;"> <div id="video" style="position: fixed; z-index: -99; width: 100%; height: 100%;"> <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://va.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ru5r1hXRnd1a42tvr.mp4"> </video> <iframe frameborder="0" height="100%" width="100%" src=" </iframe> </div> </div> </html>

You don't remember who you are. You try to recall your name, but your mind is blank. You feel a sense of panic rising within you, wondering if you will ever remember who you are or where you came from. As you struggle to remember, the stars around you begin to pulse with light, as if they are responding to your confusion. You feel a faint tug on your consciousness, guiding you towards one of the stars in particular. As you draw closer, you see that the star is shaped like a key, with intricate patterns etched into its surface. Without thinking, you reach out and touch the key. As your fingers brush against its surface, you feel a jolt of energy course through your body. [[your house key.]] <html> <div id="video_bg" style="position: fixed; z-index: -98; width: 100%; height: 100%;"> <div id="video" style="position: fixed; z-index: -99; width: 100%; height: 100%;"> <video autoplay muted loop id="myVideo"> <source src="https://va.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ru5r1hXRnd1a42tvr.mp4"> </video> <iframe frameborder="0" height="100%" width="100%" src=" </iframe> </div> </div> </html>

<<audio voidsong loop fadeout>>As you grasp the key, the hands that hold you guide you through the stars, leading you towards a distant light. As you draw closer, you see that the light is shining from beneath a door, a door that seems strangely familiar to you. As you take the key and unlock the door, you feel a sense of both trepidation and excitement. You step through the door, and as you do, the stars behind you [[disappear]], along with the guiding hands.

<<audio mainsong loop play>><<audio "mainsong" volume 0.75>><style> #passages{background:none} </style>\ <<timed 1s t8n>>You find yourself in a bedroom that looks very familiar, and yet somehow different. You realize with a jolt that this is your bedroom, but it's not quite the same as you remember it. The colors are brighter, the furniture is arranged differently, and there are new objects that you don't recognize.<</timed>> <<timed 3s t8n>>[[you look at the mirror, do you also look different?]]<</timed>>

As you enter the bedroom, you notice a mirror hung on the wall. It's not new; you can see a crack in the middle of it. you whisper your name under your breath as if to make sure you remember it... <<textbox "$name" "">> yes thats right. You take a closer look at yourself in the mirror, starting with your skin. You notice that it has a <span id="cycle"><<cycle "$skincolor" autoselect>>\ <<option "light">> <<option "fair">> <<option "medium">> <<option "tan">> <<option "olive">> <<option "dark">> <<option "deep">> <<option "rosy">> <</cycle>></span> tone. As you softly tug on it, you feel its texture change under your touch. You also pull your eyelids to see if there's anything unusual. Suddenly, you feel something crawling beneath your skin, and your <span id="cycle"><<cycle "$eyecolor" autoselect>>\ <<option "blue">> <<option "aqua">> <<option "turquoise">> <<option "green">> <<option "lime green">> <<option "hazel">> <<option "brown">> <<option "honey">> <<option "amber">> <<option "orange">> <<option "black">> <<option "silver">> <<option "white">> <<option "gold">> <<option "red">> <<option "pink">> <<option "violet">> <</cycle>></span> eyes seem to pierce through you as you gaze into them. You can't help but notice that your <span id="cycle"><<cycle "$hairlength" autoselect>>\ <<option "super long">> <<option "long">> <<option "medium">> <<option "shoulder length">> <<option "short">> <<option "buzzed">> <</cycle>></span>, <span id="cycle"><<cycle "$hairtype" autoselect>>\ <<option "straight">> <<option "wavy">> <<option "curly">> <<option "coily">> <<option "tighyly curled">> <<option "loosly curled">> <</cycle>></span> and <span id="cycle"><<cycle "$haircolor" autoselect>>\ <<option "platinum blonde">> <<option "ash blonde">> <<option "golden blonde">> <<option "light brown">> <<option "chestnut brown">> <<option "auburn">> <<option "mahogany">> <<option "red">> <<option "copper">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "espresso">> <<option "black">> <<option "jet black">> <<option "dyed">> <</cycle>></span> hair has changed a little since the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror. [[Perhaps you're just imagining it.]]

After finally prying yourself away from the reflection in the mirror, you take a closer look at your bedroom. The space is quite small and appears to be somewhat barren with only a bed and desk occupying the room. The walls are a blank off-white color, which only seems to add to the sense of emptiness. Additionally, the floor is cold and uninviting. ❊ [[inspect the bed]] ❊ [[inspect the desk]] <<if $bedroomdoor, $bed is true>> ❊ [[inspect the door]] <<else>>.... <</if>>

As you creep closer to the bed, you notice the blankets are grey and an almost dirty white. They look thin and threadbare, as if they've been washed too many times. You can't help but wonder why you don't remember your own bed looking like this. As you run your hand over the blankets, you feel a chill run down your spine. The fabric feels rough and scratchy, and you notice that there are small holes and tears in some places. The pillow is almost flat, and you can see that it's stained with sweat and drool. ❊ [[get in the bed]] ❊ [[go back|Perhaps you're just imagining it.]]

As you approach the desk, you notice that it's an old, off-gray wooden desk with a weathered appearance covered in papers. As you shuffle through the papers, you see that they're all blank, but there's something eerie about them. They seem to be almost glowing, casting a pale light in the dim room. You can't help but feel a sense of dread as you stare at the papers, wondering what secrets they hold. ❊ [[look further through the papers]] ❊ [[open the draw on the left]] ❊ [[open the draw on the right]] ❊ [[go back|Perhaps you're just imagining it.]]

As you get into the bed, you can't help but feel a sense of familiarity with the thin blankets that you pull up to your chin. Despite their familiarity, however, they seem to offer no warmth, and you can feel the chill creeping into your bones as you lie there. The more you stay in the bed, the colder you feel, almost as if the bed itself is sapping away your warmth. You start to feel a sense of unease, as if the bed is not simply a piece of furniture, but rather a living organism that could trap you if you don't leave soon. ❊ [[stay in bed]] ❊ [[get out of bed]]

Despite the unnerving cold, you decide to stay in bed. Although uncomfortable, the bed provides some solace. You lie on your back and pull the thin blankets up to your chin. You feel the cold creeping through the covers, but try to ignore it. <<timed 7s t8n>>tik<</timed>> <<timed 9s t8n>>tok<</timed>> <<timed 11s t8n>>tik<</timed>> <<timed 12s t8n>>Minutes tick by, and you can only hear your own breathing and the beating of your heart. Eventually, exhaustion takes over, and you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. ❊ [[Your eyes had closed and never opened again.]]<</timed>>

<<set $bed to true>>You sit up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, your feet touching the cold floor. As you stand up, you notice that the floorboards creak beneath your weight. The space is quite small and appears to be somewhat barren with only a bed and desk occupying the room. The walls are a blank off-white color, which only seems to add to the sense of emptiness. Additionally, the floor is cold and uninviting. ❊ [[inspect the desk]]

<<set $bedroomdoor to true>> As you continue shuffling through the papers, trying to find something of substance, you come across a single piece of paper that's different from the others. It's written in a language that you've never seen before, with strange symbols and characters that seem to be almost alive, writhing and twisting on the page. As you stare at the paper, you start to feel a sense of unease. You don't know what the symbols mean, but they seem to be trying to communicate something to you. You can feel a strange energy emanating from the <<link "paper">><<replace "#paper">> ----- ✋︎ ♒︎♋︎♎︎ ♐︎♋︎●︎●︎♏︎■︎ ♓︎■︎⧫︎□︎ ❍︎⍓︎ □︎⬥︎■︎ ♍︎❒︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎📪︎ ♋︎ ❍︎♓︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎🙵♏︎ ♌︎□︎❒︎■︎ □︎◆︎⧫︎ □︎♐︎ ❍︎⍓︎ □︎⬥︎■︎ ◻︎❒︎♓︎♎︎♏︎📬︎ ✋︎ ♒︎♋︎♎︎ ♐︎♋︎♓︎●︎♏︎♎︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎📪︎ ❍︎⍓︎ □︎♌︎⬧︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎♓︎□︎■︎ ⬥︎♓︎⧫︎♒︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ♏︎⌧︎◻︎♏︎❒︎♓︎❍︎♏︎■︎⧫︎⬧︎ ♒︎♋︎♎︎ ♍︎♋︎◆︎⬧︎♏︎♎︎ ❍︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎ ■︎♏︎♑︎●︎♏︎♍︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎📬︎ ☠︎□︎⬥︎📪︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎⍓︎ ♎︎♓︎♎︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ♏︎❖︎♏︎■︎ ♎︎♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎ ◆︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ■︎♋︎❍︎♏︎📪︎ ♋︎⬧︎ ♓︎♐︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎ ♍︎◆︎❒︎⬧︎♏︎📬︎ 💣︎⍓︎ ♋︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎⬧︎ ♒︎♋︎♎︎ ♌︎❒︎□︎◆︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎ ⬧︎♒︎♋︎❍︎♏︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♎︎♓︎⬧︎♋︎◻︎◻︎□︎♓︎■︎⧫︎❍︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ ◆︎◻︎□︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎📪︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ✋︎🕯︎❍︎ ⬥︎❒︎♋︎♍︎🙵♏︎♎︎ ⬥︎♓︎⧫︎♒︎ ♋︎ ♎︎♏︎♏︎◻︎ ⬧︎♏︎■︎⬧︎♏︎ □︎♐︎ ♑︎◆︎♓︎●︎⧫︎📬︎ ✋︎ ⬥︎♓︎⬧︎♒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ✋︎ ♍︎□︎◆︎●︎♎︎ ⧫︎♋︎🙵♏︎ ♌︎♋︎♍︎🙵 ❍︎⍓︎ ♋︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎⬧︎📪︎ ♌︎◆︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎🕯︎⬧︎ ♐︎♋︎❒︎ ⧫︎□︎□︎ ●︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎📬︎ ---- You try to put the paper back on the desk, but you find that you can't. It's as if the paper is glued to your fingers, and no matter how hard you try, you can't shake it loose. As you stand there, transfixed by the strange symbols on the paper, you start to hear a whispering voice in your ear. It's a language you don't recognize, but it's almost as if the words are being spoken directly into your <<link "mind">><<replace "#mind">> <center><<type 40ms>>"♒︎♏︎●︎◻︎ ❍︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎●︎◻︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎"<</type>></center> You try to pull away from the voice, but you find that you can't move. You're rooted to the spot, unable to escape the strange energy that seems to be enveloping you. Finally, with a great effort, you manage to tear your eyes away from the paper. As you do, the whispering voice fades away, and the symbols stop glowing. You're left standing in the dimly lit room, with nothing but your own thoughts for company. ❊ [[inspect the desk]] <</replace>><</link>> <</replace>><</link>> @@#paper;@@ @@#mind;@@

You pull the left draw open, and as you do, a cloud of <i>dust</i> fills the air, making you cough. Despite the dust, you peer inside the empty drawer, feeling a sense of disappointment wash over you. ❊ [[inspect the desk]]

<<set $deskkey to true>> As you pull open the right drawer, you are surprised to find an old silver key inside. Its intricate design catches your eye and you can't help but wonder what it might unlock. You imagine it fitting perfectly into an old castle door, perhaps one that has been locked and forgotten for centuries. The key feels cool in your hand, its weight a testament to its age. <<timed 3.2s t8n>>something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. You turned to look and saw a glimpse of a dark wood. It was strange, you had never noticed it before. Upon closer inspection, you realized that there was a door that you had never seen before. ❊ [[inspect the desk]]<</timed>>

You shuffle over to the door. It looks old and sturdy, with a dark wood finish that seems to absorb all the light in the room. You swear that the door wasn't there before, but you can't be sure anymore. As you approach the door, you notice that the handle is made of tarnished brass and looks like it hasn't been touched in years. You wiggle the handle, but it doesn't budge. The door seems to be firmly locked. <<if $deskkey is true>>❊ [[use the silver key]]<</if>> ❊ [[go back|Perhaps you're just imagining it.]]

<<audio mainsong loop fadeout>>You remember the old silver key that you found in the drawer. It has been sitting there for years untouched, gathering dust. You decide to give it a try. You can't shake off the sense of anticipation as you insert the key into the lock, wondering if it will even work. You take a deep breath, turn the key, and feel a sense of excitement building up inside you. Suddenly, there are a couple of clacks and clicks, and then the door jumps open, revealing a void beyond. [[enter the void]]

<<audio voidsong loop play>><<audio "voidsong" volume 0.35>>You step forward and enter the void, expecting to feel a hard floor beneath your feet. But there is nothing there, and you start to fall. You plummet through the void, weightless and disoriented, as if you're floating through space. You see distant stars twinkling in the distance, almost mocking you as you fall further and further. For what seems like an eternity, you continue to fall. You try to scream, but no sound comes out. You're completely alone in the darkness, with nothing to hold onto except your own <<link "thoughts">><<replace "#thoughts">> As you fall deeper into the darkness, you notice a faint light emanating from your chest. It's a soft, pulsing light that seems to be keeping pace with your descent. As you fall faster, the light begins to depart from your chest, floating next to you like a glowing orb. <center><<type 40ms>>"✡︎□︎◆︎❒︎ ⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ♑︎●︎□︎⬥︎♓︎■︎♑︎📬︎📬︎📬︎📬︎"<</type>></center> You reach out to touch the light, and it responds to your touch, pulsing with renewed energy. It's warm to the touch, and you feel a sense of comfort and familiarity emanating from it. what do you see when you look inside of yourself. [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/b8db74eaa3b891bfb72a8fe8f8197ea1/f5f355f9dd03ef66-1c/s75x75_c1/dd0a7d1462874aacbfd2642f964df399b3017a35.pnj]]<h3>[[DETERMINATON]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/49bec7e68ef0db5e4c1551003f2af79e/f5f355f9dd03ef66-1f/s75x75_c1/55460940aba5abb23f1dbb9ed316ebff47c86171.pnj]]<h3>[[PATIENCE]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/7cc02476cd2bac05920281115788d838/f5f355f9dd03ef66-2d/s75x75_c1/2521c20880088bdc0ea3fe7a828143c12091460e.pnj]]<h3>[[BRAVERY]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e2960d001652f9fd0ae6aca60500ebc/f5f355f9dd03ef66-85/s75x75_c1/66d27d2f8480048e02c2dc398ca066d72fbf46af.pnj]]<h3>[[INTEGRITY]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/9203647782988caf01855bd5f389a13d/f5f355f9dd03ef66-ca/s75x75_c1/eeca5abe9359cafebefb9fc9bf5d0e80d7d9c4a1.pnj]]<h3>[[PERSEVERANCE]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/703af81f8720442120cec37ae1e21834/f5f355f9dd03ef66-bc/s75x75_c1/ef57c254164a405075d0290f03bd8417203231b1.pnj]]<h3>[[KINDNESS]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/5bcb9f44c5bfb388ad59cbecb8ab18e8/f5f355f9dd03ef66-93/s75x75_c1/50b6875d8ccb15761671d6d45d92bb8f6ca41b4f.pnj]]<h3>[[JUSTICE]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/27e0fca3d81a37fb1dbbf5c3e41db60a/f5f355f9dd03ef66-2c/s75x75_c1/8b2acc65b3c1d4526e577b648bfa54984e86f704.pnj]]<h3>[[HUMILITY]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/61aa1cd7095badb8c039955e0334a815/f5f355f9dd03ef66-bf/s75x75_c1/eabfc9854aa8246606659bfa4627ceade5d7c8d3.pnj]]<h3>[[WISDOM]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/00e958414f756fef1ac366233214b586/f5f355f9dd03ef66-c9/s75x75_c1/40d1a26f7445b4b4424383905c8ed4db67cb8220.pnj]]<h3>[[CURIOSITY]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/7b929a58735924f65840a927dc41ab30/bc5e1b178f8877c3-d9/s75x75_c1/4b5eeefc7d0e2bf0038ac2d2b6cc70ef5dfe10e6.pnj]]<h3>[[CREATIVITY]]</h3> <</replace>><</link>> @@#thoughts;@@

<<set $DETERMINATON to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the will to keep going no matter what obstacles are in your way.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $DETERMINATON is true>> <<set $soul = "DETERMINATON">> <<set $soulcolor = "red">> <</if>>

<<set $PATIENCE to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the ability to wait and endure without getting frustrated.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $PATIENCE is true>> <<set $soul = "PATIENCE">> <<set $soulcolor = "light blue">> <</if>>

<<set $BRAVERY to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the courage to face danger and overcome fear.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $BRAVERY is true>> <<set $soul = "BRAVERY">> <<set $soulcolor = "orange">> <</if>>

<<set $INTEGRITY to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the quality of being honest and having strong moral principles.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $INTEGRITY is true>> <<set $soul = "INTEGRITY">> <<set $soulcolor = "dark blue">> <</if>>

<<set $PERSEVERANCE to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the determination to keep going despite difficulties and setbacks.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $PERSEVERANCE is true>> <<set $soul = "PERSEVERANCE">> <<set $soulcolor = "purple">> <</if>>

<<set $KINDNESS to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the quality of being friendly, generous, and considerate towards others.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $KINDNESS is true>> <<set $soul = "KINDNESS">> <<set $soulcolor = "green">> <</if>>

<<set $JUSTICE to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the concept of fairness and upholding what is right.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $JUSTICE is true>> <<set $soul = "JUSTICE">> <<set $soulcolor = "yellow">> <</if>>

<<set $HUMILITY to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the quality of being humble and modest, and recognizing one's own limitations and weaknesses.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $HUMILITY is true>> <<set $soul = "HUMILITY">> <<set $soulcolor = "light green">> <</if>>

<<set $WISDOM to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the ability to think and act using knowledge, experience, and good judgment.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $WISDOM is true>> <<set $soul = "WISDOM">> <<set $soulcolor = "lilac">> <</if>>

<<set $CURIOSITY to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the desire to learn and explore new things, and the willingness to take risks and try new experiences.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $CURIOSITY is true>> <<set $soul = "CURIOSITY">> <<set $soulcolor = "pink">> <</if>>

<<set $CREATIVITY to true>> <center><<type 20ms>>the ability to think outside the box and come up with innovative solutions to problems.<</type>> [[It's the truth of your soul.]] [[No, this isn't right]]</center> <<if $CREATIVITY is true>> <<set $soul = "CREATIVITY">> <<set $soulcolor = "magenta">> <</if>>

<<audio voidsong loop fadeout>><<audio mainsong loop play>><<audio "mainsong" volume 0.75>> <style> .header{display:none} .footer{display:none} #back{display:none} #passages{border:none} </style>\ <div id="main-menu">\ <h1>[[CHAPTER ONE]]</h1> </div>\ <<timed 1s>><<notify>>profile and inventory unlocked<</notify>><</timed>><<set $profile to true>><<set $inventory to true>>

what do you see when you look inside of yourself. [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/b8db74eaa3b891bfb72a8fe8f8197ea1/f5f355f9dd03ef66-1c/s75x75_c1/dd0a7d1462874aacbfd2642f964df399b3017a35.pnj]]<h3>[[DETERMINATON]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/49bec7e68ef0db5e4c1551003f2af79e/f5f355f9dd03ef66-1f/s75x75_c1/55460940aba5abb23f1dbb9ed316ebff47c86171.pnj]]<h3>[[PATIENCE]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/7cc02476cd2bac05920281115788d838/f5f355f9dd03ef66-2d/s75x75_c1/2521c20880088bdc0ea3fe7a828143c12091460e.pnj]]<h3>[[BRAVERY]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e2960d001652f9fd0ae6aca60500ebc/f5f355f9dd03ef66-85/s75x75_c1/66d27d2f8480048e02c2dc398ca066d72fbf46af.pnj]]<h3>[[INTEGRITY]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/9203647782988caf01855bd5f389a13d/f5f355f9dd03ef66-ca/s75x75_c1/eeca5abe9359cafebefb9fc9bf5d0e80d7d9c4a1.pnj]]<h3>[[PERSEVERANCE]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/703af81f8720442120cec37ae1e21834/f5f355f9dd03ef66-bc/s75x75_c1/ef57c254164a405075d0290f03bd8417203231b1.pnj]]<h3>[[KINDNESS]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/5bcb9f44c5bfb388ad59cbecb8ab18e8/f5f355f9dd03ef66-93/s75x75_c1/50b6875d8ccb15761671d6d45d92bb8f6ca41b4f.pnj]]<h3>[[JUSTICE]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/27e0fca3d81a37fb1dbbf5c3e41db60a/f5f355f9dd03ef66-2c/s75x75_c1/8b2acc65b3c1d4526e577b648bfa54984e86f704.pnj]]<h3>[[HUMILITY]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/61aa1cd7095badb8c039955e0334a815/f5f355f9dd03ef66-bf/s75x75_c1/eabfc9854aa8246606659bfa4627ceade5d7c8d3.pnj]]<h3>[[WISDOM]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/00e958414f756fef1ac366233214b586/f5f355f9dd03ef66-c9/s75x75_c1/40d1a26f7445b4b4424383905c8ed4db67cb8220.pnj]]<h3>[[CURIOSITY]]</h3> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/7b929a58735924f65840a927dc41ab30/bc5e1b178f8877c3-d9/s75x75_c1/4b5eeefc7d0e2bf0038ac2d2b6cc70ef5dfe10e6.pnj]]<h3>[[CREATIVITY]]</h3>

You continue to fall through the void, with your soul following closely behind. You are not sure how long you have been falling, but time seems to have lost all meaning. You try to focus on the light next to you, hoping that it will guide you to <i>safety.</i> The chaotic world around you blurs as you plummet towards an uncertain fate. As you fall deeper into the darkness, you begin to feel a sense of peace wash over you. You are no longer afraid, and you feel as if you are being carried by some unseen force. You close your eyes and surrender yourself to the fall, trusting that you will land [[safely.]]

As you feel like you've been falling for what seems like an eternity, the darkness engulfing you is so absolute that you can't even tell if your eyes are open or closed. ...But then, a glimmer of hope appears in your vision; a tiny stip of green that gradually grows bigger and bigger as you approach. <<timed 5s t8n>>bigger<</timed>> <<timed 6.5s t8n>>bigger<</timed>> <<timed 7.5s t8n>>and <h3>bigger</h3><</timed>> <<timed 8.5s t8n>>[[a small patch of grass]]<</timed>>

As you descend towards the ground, the wind whips past your face, and you can hear the roar of the air rushing past you. Your heart beats faster and faster as you get closer to the ground, and the adrenaline pumps through your veins. The moment you make contact with the ground, your whole body shakes as you hit the hard surface, and you feel your bones rattle. The pain is excruciating, and you can feel it coursing through every fiber of your being. It's as if your whole world has been turned upside down, and you can feel the weight of the impact bearing down on you. Yet, despite the pain, you know that you are alive. You can feel the breaths coming in and out of your lungs, and you can hear the sound of your own heartbeat. It's a strange sensation, to be so painfully aware of your own existence, and yet to feel so helpless in the face of it. Moving your limbs is a challenge, the pain making it difficult to even lift a finger. You need to focus. To start, focus on your senses. First, your sense of [[touch]]

You try to wiggle your finger, and to your relief, you feel it move ever so slightly. You take a deep breath and try again, this time focusing on the movement of your hand. As you move your finger, you notice the intricate details of your skin and the way the muscles contract and release. The sensation of the grass beneath your fingertips becomes more pronounced, and you begin to explore the texture and density of the blades. The movement of your finger sends a wave of pain through your hand, but you ignore it, focusing instead on the sensation of the grass. second, your sense of [[hearing]]

Continuing to focus on your senses, you try to concentrate on your hearing. You listen intently, letting yourself become absorbed in the sounds around you. At first, the only thing you can hear is the rushing of blood in your ears, drowning out all other sounds. You take deep breaths through your mouth, trying to calm down the blood rushing in your veins. As you do so, the rushing slowly subsides, revealing only the sound of your own deep breaths echoing back to you. It's a strange sensation, to be so acutely aware of the sounds of your own body. You can hear the thump of your heart beating in your chest, the whoosh of air rushing in and out of your lungs, and the rustling of your clothes as you try to move. It's as if you are experiencing your own existence in a whole new way, and you can't help but feel a sense of wonder at it all. third, your sense of [[smell]]

As you take a deep breath in, trying to focus on your sense of smell, you immediately notice the overpowering scent of copper. The dried blood in your nose is making it difficult to pick up any other smells from the outside world. You try to ignore the unpleasant sensation and lift your arm to blow your nose on the sleeve of your sweater. It's not the most hygienic thing to do, but it does the job for now. As the scent of copper dissipates, you begin to pick up other smells around you. The musty scent of dead flowers, the earthy smell of the grass beneath you, and the unmistakable aroma of dirt all mix together to create a complex tapestry of smells. You take a deep breath in, trying to appreciate the different scents around you, but you can't shake the feeling that there's something else there, something you can't quite place. As you keep focusing on your sense of smell, you begin to detect a faint aroma that you can't quite identify. It's barely noticeable at first, but as you inhale more deeply, it becomes stronger and more distinct. It's the smell of ash As you keep focusing on your sense of smell, you begin to notice new and more complex odors. The faint aroma of dust is soon joined by an even more unpleasant scent that seems to be coming from nearby. You wrinkle your nose in disgust as the smell of rotting meat fills your nostrils, making you feel sick to your stomach. The pungent stench is overwhelming, and you find it difficult to breathe. You start to wonder what could be causing this horrid smell, and your mind begins to race with possibilities. Perhaps there is a dead animal nearby, or maybe there is a sewage leak somewhere. Whatever the cause, the acrid odor seems to be getting stronger by the moment, and you can feel it saturating your clothes and hair. last, you sense of [[vision]]

You slowly open your eyes and try to focus on the world around you. At first, everything is a blur, but as your eyes adjust, you begin to make out the shapes and colors of the world around you. You feel disoriented and confused, unsure of how you ended up here. The first thing you notice is the vibrant green of the grass beneath you. The individual blades seem to dance in the sunlight, and you can see the intricate patterns of their veins and fibers. You take a deep breath, feeling the fresh air fill your lungs, and you appreciate the beauty of the natural world around you. You feel a sense of awe and wonder, realizing how small you are in comparison to the vastness of the universe. As you look up, you notice a hole where you probably fell through. You try to recall how you got here, but your memory is fuzzy and unclear. You wonder how long you've been unconscious, and if anyone is looking for you. You slowly sit up from the patch of grass where you fell onto. There are dead flowers lining the patch of grass, and you wonder how long it's been since someone tended to this area. You examine the flowers, noting their wilting petals and brown leaves. Looking around, you find yourself in a cave with moss and vines on the walls. The walls glisten with moisture, and you can hear the sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance. You wonder if there's a way out of the cave, and if you'll be able to find your way back <i>home</i>.. you need to [[leave]] <<timed 1s>><<notify>>autosave !<</notify>><</timed>>

<<set $hp to $hp - 20>> As you slowly stood up, wincing in pain, you suddenly felt a sharp sting that seemed to permeate your entire body. Upon closer inspection, you noticed a deep gash in your leg, it appeared that a vine with sharp spikes had become deeply embedded around your leg. It probably latched onto your leg when you fell. you try to lean against the wall for support, but putting weight on your leg sends waves of excruciating pain through your body. You grit your teeth and try to focus on your breathing, but the pain is overwhelming. As you lean against one of the cave walls, you dust the dirt of your <span id="cycle"><<cycle "$sweater" autoselect>>\ <<option "cream">> <<option "coffee">> <<option "black">> <<option "white">> <<option "gray">> <<option "green">> <<option "lime">> <<option "mint green">> <<option "teal">> <<option "sky blue">> <<option "blue">> <<option "indigo">> <<option "violet">> <<option "lavender">> <<option "mulberry">> <<option "scarlet">> <<option "crimson">> <<option "red">> <<option "rose">> <<option "pink">> <<option "pastel pink">> <<option "blush">> <<option "coral">> <<option "pumpkin">> <<option "orange">> <<option "honey">> <<option "gold">> <<option "yellow">> <</cycle>></span> sweater. you noticed that there is a <span id="cycle"><<cycle "$sweaterstar" autoselect>>\ <<option "cream">> <<option "coffee">> <<option "black">> <<option "white">> <<option "gray">> <<option "green">> <<option "lime">> <<option "mint green">> <<option "teal">> <<option "sky blue">> <<option "blue">> <<option "indigo">> <<option "violet">> <<option "lavender">> <<option "mulberry">> <<option "scarlet">> <<option "crimson">> <<option "red">> <<option "rose">> <<option "pink">> <<option "pastel pink">> <<option "blush">> <<option "coral">> <<option "pumpkin">> <<option "orange">> <<option "honey">> <<option "gold">> <<option "yellow">> <</cycle>></span> star stichted in the middle of it. As you struggle to stay conscious, you start to wonder how you ended up in this situation. Was it bad luck? Fate? Or was it something else entirely? You may never know the answer, but one thing is certain: you're not ready to give up just yet. ❊ [[pull out the vine]] ❊ [[dont pull the vine]] <<timed 1s>><<notify>> <span class= "redtext">HEALTH - 20</span><</notify>><</timed>>

<<set $hp to $hp - 9999>> As you hesitated for a moment, you knew that you had to act fast. You quickly reached down and grabbed the vine, gritting your teeth as you pulled it away from your leg. The pain was intense, but you knew that you had to keep going if you wanted to survive. As soon as you removed the vine, the wound began to bleed profusely, and you tried to press on the wound to stop it. At first, it seemed like it was working, but the bleeding didn't slow down. You started to feel dizzy and lightheaded, and the blood loss made your face pale as you struggled to breathe normally. Despite your efforts to stop the bleeding, it continued to flow freely, and you knew that you were running out of time. You collapsed onto the ground, feeling weaker with each passing moment. You could hear the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears, growing fainter and fainter as your life slipped away. As your vision began to fade to black, you realized that this was it. Your time had come, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You closed your eyes, feeling the cold embrace of death as it took you into its grasp. Your story had come to an end. [[you bleed out]] <<timed 11s t8n>><<timed 1s>><<notify>> <span class= "redtext">HEALTH - 99999</span><</notify>><</timed>><</timed>>

you decised agianst it and with a newfound <span class="redtext">determination</span>, you summon all your strength and try to stand up straight. The pain is almost too much to bear, but you force yourself to keep going. Slowly but surely, you make your way towards safety, one agonizing step at a time. You take small, measured steps, trying to put as little weight on your injured leg as possible. As you move forward, you notice a faint light up ahead, and as you get closer, you realize that it's a tunnel leading to the next room. As you shuffle through the cramped tunnel, you notice a small, sharp rock on the ground. <i>It looks like it could make a decent weapon.</i> ❊ [[pick it up]] ❊ [[don't pick it up]]

<<set $rock to true>><<timed 1s>><<notify>> INVENTORY UPDATED <</notify>><</timed>> you bend down to pick it up. The pain in your leg intensifies as you shift your weight, but you grit your teeth and push through it. You can feel the rough stone walls scraping against your skin, and the air is thick and musty. But still, you press on, driven by the need to escape the danger that lurks behind you. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you emerge from the tunnel and into the next [[room]].

you ignore it, you feel like you don't need it anyway. You walk further through the tunnel, the pain in your leg intensifies as you shift your weight, but you grit your teeth and push through it. You can feel the rough stone walls scraping against your skin, and the air is thick and musty. But still, you press on, driven by the need to escape the danger that lurks behind you. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you emerge from the tunnel and into the next [[room]].

<h6><center>//press space to start, arrows keys or wasd to move walk into objects to interact & linker mouse click to move the camera//</center></h6><center> scroll down & if you "interacted" with the flower you can [[move on]]</center> <center><div style="align:center"> <iframe id="bitsyone" src="bitsy/thecave.html" style="border:none" height=450px width=450px></iframe> </div></center>

You see a patch of golden buttercups, but in the patch you see one that is bigger than the others. You approach the strange flower, drawn to its unusual size. As you get closer, you notice that it's a buttercup, but it's at least twice the size of a normal one. Its petals are a deep shade of gold, and they seem to shimmer in the dim light. You reach out to touch the petals, and as your fingers brush against them, you suddenly feel the flower flinch at your touch. You freeze, wondering if you imagined it, but then you see the petals quiver again. And then, to your shock, the flower opens its eyes. "H-howdy," the flower stutters, its fragile body shaking. "I'm...I'm Flowey the Flower." You stare at the flower in disbelief, unsure if you're hallucinating or if this is really happening. But then Flowey speaks again, and you realize that this is no dream. "A-are you…. going to kill me?" the flower speaks. [[are you?]]

<div id="main-menu">\ <h1>HERE COMES <span class="yellowtext">FLOWEY</span></h1> </div>\ <div id="menu-sub">\ <<link '<div class="button">FIGHT</div>' 'killflowey'>><</link>> <<link '<div class="button">MERCY</div>' 'spareflowey'>><</link>> </div>[img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/34d2a504e84bba9c875f29c8900dbf4a/2d8950efe27a4a2e-76/s75x75_c1/d908314edd6ad9d35db3b0d11f07f794e190cc96.pnj]]<<type 20ms>>"P-please don't k-kill me"<</type>> [img[https://64.media.tumblr.com/34d2a504e84bba9c875f29c8900dbf4a/2d8950efe27a4a2e-76/s75x75_c1/d908314edd6ad9d35db3b0d11f07f794e190cc96.pnj]]<<type 20ms>>"I can be h-helpfull, I promise"<</type>>

<h3> GENOCIDE route is not finsished</h3>

<<set $floweyalive to true>> You had said that you wouldn't kill him, but you were still uncertain about what was going on. Suddenly, the flower's attitude changed from scared to almost mocking. As it laughed, the sound echoed through the room. "Are you stupid? Do you really believe that you can spare everyone here and just leave without getting killed? Silly. In this world, it's kill or be killed. You're either the hunter or the prey. And I can tell just by looking at you that you're not the hunter." The flower's words were infused with a sense of warning, serving as a stark reminder of the harsh and unforgiving environment in which they found themselves. Flowey stopped laughing and said, "You'll probably get yourself killed before you even leave the ruins." You try to reason with Flowey, insisting that you.. <<if $DETERMINATON is true>>[[you will save everyone from this underground tomb|mercy]]<<elseif $PATIENCE is true>>[[you refuse to kill anyone|mercy]]<<elseif $BRAVERY is true>>[[you will save everyone from this underground tomb|mercy]]<<elseif $INREGRITY is true>>[[you refuse to kill anyone|mercy]]<<elseif $PERSEVERANCE is true>>[[you will save everyone from this underground tomb|mercy]]<<elseif $KINDNESS is true>>[[you are too kind to kill anyone|mercy]]<<elseif $JUSTICE is true>>[[You will avenge everyone whose life was lost unjustly|mercy]]<<elseif $HUMILITY is true>>[[you are too kind to kill anyone|mercy]]<<elseif $WISDOM is true>>[[You will find a way to not kill|mercy]]<<elseif $CURIOSITY is true>>[[you refuse to kill anyone|mercy]]<<elseif $CREATIVITY is true>>[[You will find a way to not kill|mercy]]<</if>>

Flowey's expression softens slightly as he looks up at you. "You mean.. that?," he says quietly, his voice laced with genuine gratitude. But then, just as suddenly, his expression shifts back to its usual mocking sneer. "Well, I guess that's your choice. But if you want to survive in this world, you're going to have to be a lot stronger than you look." You roll your eyes, but you can't help but feel a sense of amusement at Flowey's antics. Despite his prickly exterior, there's something endearing about him that you can't quite put your finger on. Flowey looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he speaks again “you should leave this place.” [[you should go]]

You turn and continue on your way, but before you can wobble away, Flowey hesitates before calling out to you again. "P-Please, don't leave me here. Let me come with you. I-I can be helpful." You notice a hint of desperation in his voice. ❊ [[turn back]] ❊ [[leave him]]

<<set $flowey to true>><<set $hp to $hp + 10>> Flowey's eyes light up for a second. "Let me show you that I can be helpful," he says. Flowey quickly wraps a leaf around your wound. You feel a warm sensation spread throughout your leg, and you can't help but close your eyes at the sudden relief from the pain. When you open your eyes, you see that the vine has been removed, but your leg is still far from healed. Flowey notices your disappointment and quickly explains, "My magic isn't as powerful as it used to be, but I can still help you heal. I know these ruins like the back of my petal, so I can definitely help us find what we need." "See? I'm helpful," Flowey says, trying to convince you. "Listen, if you're going... I'm coming with. At least you won't die alone then." You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you can trust Flowey. but.. <span id="cycle"><<cycle "$floweytrust" autoselect>>\ <<option "You don’t want to be alone anymore">> <<option "He can help you escape">> <<option "….">> <<option "you want to save him">> <</cycle>></span> You nod, agreeing that Flowey can come with. Flowey's expression shifts, his eyebrows crinkling in surprise as he processes your answer. After a moment, he nods slowly, his eyes flickering as he reaches out with his roots to wrap them around your arm in a tight embrace. You can feel the warmth of his touch spreading through your body, filling you with a sense of security and comfort. together you make your way towards the stone archway that looms in front of you. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what lies beyond, but then you steel yourself and step forward, crossing the threshold into the [[unknown]]. <<timed 1s>><<notify>> INVENTORY UPDATED <</notify>><</timed>><<timed 2s>><<notify>> HEALTH + 10 <</notify>><</timed>>

After stumbling away from Flowey, you find yourself completely alone and must rely on your own wits and instincts to escape. The room is dark and foreboding, and the oppressive atmosphere weighs heavily upon you. You are faced with a room and a long, winding staircase made of old, weathered stones. The staircase is in terrible condition and it's clear that it hasn't been used in years, but you know that this is your only chance to escape the room and find safety. Taking a deep breath, you start to climb the staircase, using every ounce of strength and agility that you possess to avoid falling. The stones are slick with moss and the walls are crumbling, making your ascent all the more difficult. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you continue to climb higher and higher, your breathing growing more and more labored with each passing moment. Suddenly - your injured leg gives out from under you, and you plummet off of the staircase. You land hard on a pile of jagged rocks below, piercing your skin easily and causing you to bleed out. As you lay there, your journey is tragically cut short. [[you died]]

you come across an old stone staircase. It's barely useable, with missing steps and crumbling walls. You have to almost parkour up it, using every bit of strength and agility you have. You grip onto the stone wall for support, your heart pounding in your chest as you ascend higher and higher. Finally, you hit the last step, and the rest of the staircase behind you collapses into each other. You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief that you made it through in one piece. But then you look back at the rubble, and you can't help but feel a pang of guilt. What if someone else needed to use those stairs? What if they didn't make it? You turn to look at Flowey, but he's already moved on, his attention focused on the path ahead. "Poor fucker who needs to use that after us," he mutters, his voice laced with sarcasm. You frown, unsure of what to make of Flowey's sudden change in tone. But then you realize that this is just who he is - a snarky, sarcastic flower with a biting sense of humor. You walk through the door and find yourself in a large, open space. The walls are made of rough stone, and the floor is covered in a layer of dust and debris. In the center of the room, you see a couple of buttons on the floor. Flowey whispers, "Ignore those buttons, they don't work anymore anyways." You nod but can't help but feel curious about what they once did. <<if $CURIOSITY is true>>You let your curiousitiy get the better of you. You walked to one of the buttons and stepped on it, it made a soft creaking noise but other than that it didnt change anything only that flowey gives you a weird look.<<else>><</if>> [[enter the room beyond the buttons]]

You go beyond the door and find yourself in a long hallway with switches on the wall. However, as Flowey said earlier, they probably don't work.<<if $CURIOSITY is true>>But your curiosity got the better of you agian so decided to flip a switch anyways…. Nothing happend.<<else>> <</if>> As you continue down the hallway, your footsteps echo on the stone floor. The air is cooler here, and you can feel a strange breeze blowing through the corridor. As you move forward, you notice that the walls are lined with torches, casting flickering shadows across the stone. You walk further down the hallway, trying to ignore the ominous feeling that's beginning to settle in your stomach. But then Flowey breaks the silence with a small snort. "Geez, she really let the place go," he mutters, his voice tinged with disgust. You look at him in confusion, unsure of what he's talking about. you ask who let what go. Flowey rolls his eyes, as if you're being incredibly dense. "Toriel, of course. This place used to be beautiful, but now look at it. It's falling apart at the seams." You look around, trying to see what Flowey is talking about. The hallway is dimly lit, and the walls are covered in cobwebs and dust.. ❊ [[yeah she did let the place go.]] ❊ [[it’s not that bad]]

As you take a look around, you can't help but feel a sense of disappointment. The place is in a sorry state. You wonder how it got to this point. It's such a shame, really. You imagine how beautiful it must have been before, with lush greenery and vibrant flowers. Flowey, who's with you, seems to share your thoughts. You both agree that it's a pity the place has been let go to waste. [[continue down the hall]]

As you stand in the ruins, you try to defend them to Flowey. You tell him that you don't mind the ruins and actually like their aesthetics. The ruins may seem old and worn out to most people, but to you, they hold a certain charm. However, Flowey gives you a skeptical look, and you can sense that he's not entirely convinced. [[continue down the hall]]

<h6><center>//press space to start, arrows keys or wasd to move walk into objects to interact & linker mouse click to move the camera//</center></h6><center> scroll down & if you have found the Froggit you can [[move on|moveon]]</center> <center><div style="align:center"> <iframe id="bitsyone" src="bitsy/theruins1.html" style="border:none" height=450px width=450px></iframe> </div></center>

You continue walking through the halls, your footsteps echoing off the walls. Suddenly, you hear a strange croaking noise coming from up ahead. You pause, listening closely, and then you hear it again - a deep, guttural sound that makes you shiver. You move cautiously forward, and as you round the corner, you see it - a strange frog-like creature, almost half your size, staring up at you with big, wide eyes. It looks almost scared. [[it hopped closer, a bit too close]]

<div id="main-menu">\ <h1>HERE COMES FROGGIT</h1> </div>\ <div id="menu-sub">\ <<link '<div class="button">FIGHT</div>' 'killfroggit'>><</link>> <<link '<div class="button">MERCY</div>' 'sparefroggit'>><</link>> </div>

You tell Froggit that you don't want to fight them. Froggit tilts their head at your words. Maybe he doesn't understand you, or maybe he's confused why you're trying to spare him. <<if $Froggitdeath eq 1>> You are being attacked by Froggit. The creature shoots their flies towards you, and they start to nibble at your body. You feel the pain growing with each bite, and you realize that you're in serious trouble. Despite your efforts to fight back, you soon find yourself growing weaker and weaker. As the flies continue to bite and the pain becomes unbearable, you start to feel yourself slipping away. Your vision blurs, and you struggle to stay conscious. You know that you're dying, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. [[you became fly food]] <<else>> <<if $FroggitSpared eq 1>> You chose not to fight Froggit, and your kindness did not go unnoticed. Froggit smiled and croaked at you, bidding you a good day and allowing you to pass by without resistance. <<if $floweykill>>[[you bid Froggit a good day|moveonG1]]<<else>>[[you bid Froggit a good day]]<</if>> <<else>> ❊ [[ACT compliment Froggit]] ❊ [[ACT flirt with Froggit]] <span class="pinktext">♡</span> ❊ [[ACT threaten Froggit]] ❊ [[ACT ignore Froggit]] <</if>> <</if>>

As you continue down the hallway, you notice that the air is getting colder and the walls are getting narrower. You start to feel claustrophobic, and you can't help but wonder where this path will lead you. Finally, you emerge from the narrow hallway that opens up into a room. You look around, taking in your surroundings. The room is small and agianst one wall, you see an old and discarded punching dummy, its stuffing spilling out of tears in its fabric. You approach the dummy, curious about its history. As you get closer, you notice that it's covered in scratches and dents, as if someone had used it as a punching bag for years on end. You reach out to touch the rough surface, and as your fingers brush against it, you feel a strange energy coursing through your body. You turn to Flowey, who is watching you with a critical eye. What was that about you ask, wondering if you're missing something. Flowey shrugs. "Nothing, really. I just thought you might want to practice your fighting skills. You know, just in case." You raise an eyebrow, unsure of what Flowey is getting at. Flowey looks at you, his expression serious. "This world is dangerous, partner. You can't trust anyone, and you need to be able to defend yourself. If you're going to survive, you need to be strong. And right now, you're not strong enough." You tell Flowey that you refuse to fight anyone, determined to stick to your principles no matter what. Flowey looks at you for a long moment, his expression thoughtful. "Well, I guess we'll just have to find another way then," he says finally. "There's more than one way to skin a cat, as they say." You nod, feeling relieved that Flowey seems to be a least somewhat accepting your [[decision]].

You compliment Froggit on their beauty, and although they don't seem to understand your words, their demeanor changes. <<set $FroggitSpared = 1>> They become more relaxed and content. You wonder if Froggit is used to receiving compliments. Perhaps in a world where danger lurks around every corner, compliments are few and far between. ❊ [[HERE COMES FROGGIT|sparefroggit]]

You take a moment to appreciate the beauty of Froggit and let out a heartfelt compliment. Although Froggit doesn't seem to fully understand your words, you notice a hint of a smile on their face and a slight blush in their cheeks as you wink at them. <<if $floweykill>>...... <<else>>Flowey, on the other hand, gives you a weird look.<</if>> <<set $FroggitSpared = 1>> They become more relaxed and content. You wonder if Froggit is used to receiving compliments. Perhaps in a world where danger lurks around every corner, compliments are few and far between. ❊ [[HERE COMES FROGGIT|sparefroggit]]

You threatened Froggit. They didn't understand what you were saying, but their heart was filled with a sense of danger and fear. They felt deeply offended by your words and actions, even though they couldn't understand them fully. <<set $Froggitdeath = 1>> Froggit hopped towards you, its long webbed toes slapping against the ground. Its movements were erratic and unpredictable, as if it were trying to find a way to defend itself. ❊ [[HERE COMES FROGGIT|sparefroggit]]

You attempted to ignore Froggit, who croaked at you insistently. In spite of your efforts to disregard them, it became clear that they were becoming increasingly agitated. <<set $Froggitdeath = 1>> Froggit hopped towards you, its long webbed toes slapping against the ground. Its movements were erratic and unpredictable, as if it were trying to find a way to defend itself. ❊ [[HERE COMES FROGGIT|sparefroggit]]

You walk out of the room and are met with another room, but this room's floor is adorned with spikes. You take a step forward, but before you can even move your foot, you hear a woman's voice ringing out from the shadows. "Oh, my sweet child, are you lost?" <span id="cycle"><<cycle "$CHILD?" autoselect>>\ <<option "you know you look young but not //that// young.">> <<option "you've never been mistaken for a child before, it feel weird.">> <<option "you are always mistaken for a child so this doesn't come as a surpise to you">> <<option "....">> <</cycle>></span> You turn to face the direction of the voice, trying to see who's there. But all you can see are a pair of glowing green eyes staring back at you from the darkness. You feel a chill run down your spine, and you can't help but wonder who this mysterious figure is. You turn to Flowey and ask, "Who's that?" "That's Toriel," Flowey whispers, his voice barely audible. You take a step forward, trying to get a better look at Toriel. But as you move, you realize that the floor beneath you is covered in spikes, sharp and deadly. You freeze, realizing that you're trapped in some kind of trap. Toriel steps out of the shadows, her form illuminated by the glowing eyes. She's a humanoid creature with the head of a goat and the body of a woman. Her fur is a soft, warm white, and her eyes are a deadly green color. Her eyes make her look like she hasn't slept in 10 years. Flowey whispers urgently in your ear, "You need to run. Don't trust her, she's not what she seems." You look at Flowey, unsure of whether to believe him. But then you glance back at Toriel and you can't help but feel a sense of unease. Something about her seems off, and you can't quite put your finger on it. You take a step back, ready to make a run for it. But then Toriel speaks again, her voice soft and gentle. "My child, there's no need to be afraid. I'm here to protect you." [[you feel the hair on the back your neck rising]]

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. Toriel stretches out a warm and fluffy hand, and you take it hesitantly. As she pulls you towards her, you can feel the sharp spikes digging into your skin, and you wince in pain. But then Toriel wraps her arms around you, shielding you from the spikes with her soft fur. You can feel the warmth of her embrace spreading through your body, and you can't help but relax in her arms. "There, there," Toriel murmurs, her voice soothing and gentle. "You're safe now, my child. I won't let anything happen to you." You raise your gaze towards Toriel, feeling a mix of emotions as you continue to examine her. Her eyes are piercing and yet, there is something about them that makes you feel as though she is not truly present. you say a silent thank you, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Toriel. Toriel smiles, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. "You're welcome, my child. I'm always here to help those in need." "come one let me, get you home" Toriel streches out her hand do you take it? ❊ [[no|refuse toriel]] ❊ [[yes|accept toriels hand]]

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do. You don't want to offend Toriel, but something about her seems...off. You can't quite put your finger on it, but you have a feeling that she's not quite as benign as she appears. Slowly, you pull away from Toriel, taking a step back. You thank her but you say that you need to leave, trying to sound as polite as possible. Toriel's expression darkens, her eyes narrowing. "You're leaving?," she asks, her voice laced with a hint of anger. You nod, trying to keep your tone neutral. its your time to go Toriel's eyes flash, and suddenly she's not the motherly figure you thought she was. "You can't leave. You belong here, with me," she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. You take a step back, suddenly feeling very afraid. you ask why you can’t leave. "Because this is your home now," Toriel says, her voice growing louder. "You'll never survive out there in the real world. You need me to take care of you." toriels hand started to glow a fiery light, the room became much warmer almost sweaty. flowey yell whispered “shit, you need to run.” but before you could run, you felt a warm, no a burning hot sensation filling your intire body. you feel your skin melting of your meat. you feel your meat cooking off your bones. [[you feel your bones turn into ash.]]

You take Toriel's hand and she leads you through the long hallways of the ruins, you glance back at Flowey, who is watching you with a critical eye.. The two of you walk in silence, the only sound the soft shuffle of your feet against the stone floor. As you approach the house, you notice that it's much more adondend house than you expected. It's made of rough stone, with ivy growing up the sides. The windows are dark and shuttered, and the door is made of heavy oak. Toriel leads you inside the house. The interior is dimly lit, with the only light coming from a few flickering candles. The air is cool and musty, and you can smell the scent of old books and dust. As you walk through the hallway, you notice that there are a few paintings on the wall. They seem to depict a family, with a mother, a father, and a child. But you can't see their faces, and you get the feeling that there's something off about them. You follow Toriel down a hallway. As you pass by the doors, you can hear faint whispers and murmurs coming from behind them. But when you try to listen closer, the sounds fade away, as if they were never there to begin with. Finally, you reach a large room with a fireplace in the center. Toriel gestures towards a large armchair, telling you to make yourself at home. You sit down, feeling a sense of unease settling in your stomach. You can't quite put your finger on it, but something about this place feels off. You glance around the room, trying to find some clue as to what's going on. That's when you notice the large black tree growing outside the window. It's gnarled and twisted, with branches that seem to reach out and grasp at the air. You can almost feel its malevolent energy seeping into the room, and you shiver in spite of yourself. Toriel turns to you with a smile. "Are you hungry, my child? I made my famous butterscotch cinnamon pie." ❊ [[yes]] ❊ [[no (lie)]]

Toriel turns to you with a smile. "Are you hungry, my child? I made my famous butterscotch cinnamon pie." You nod, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Toriel. As she sets the pie down on the table, you take a bite. The pie is warm and sweet, with a hint of cinnamon that tickles your taste buds. You can feel the warmth spreading through your body, and you can't help but relax in Toriel's presence. "you, y-you should probably not eat that" flowey waves his leafs at you trying to stop you but the pie is too good. As you continue to eat, you start to feel a sense of weariness settling in your bones. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you find it hard to keep your eyes open. You look up at Toriel, your vision starting to blur. you ask groggily what Toriel put in her pie. Toriel smiles at you, but her expression is cold and calculating. "Just a little something to help you sleep, my child," she says, her voice laced with malice. You try to stand up, but your legs are heavy and unresponsive. You slump back into the chair, feeling a sense of dread creeping up your spine. Toriel leans in close, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. "You see, my child, I can't let you leave this place. its do dangeurous out there. But don't worry. I'll take good care of you." As Toriel's words sink in, you feel a sense of terror wash over you. You struggle to stay awake, but the poison in the pie is too strong. Your vision starts to fade away. The last thing you see before you lose consciousness is Toriel's weary smile and hear panicked words form flowey. [[its over.]]

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You tell Toriel that you're not hungry, but that you're feeling a bit tired. Toriel nods, then stands up. "Very well, my child. I'll show you to your room." She leads you down another hallway. As you walk, you can feel the weight of the house bearing down on you, as if it's trying to crush you beneath its weight. Finally, you reach a small room with a single bed and a dresser. Toriel gestures towards the bed, telling you to get some rest. You nod, then lie down on the bed. As you're about to drift off to sleep, you hear a familiar voice whispering urgently in your ear. "Hey, don't fall asleep here. You'll probably never wake up." [[you sit up]]

You sit up, feeling a sense of panic rising in your chest. you ask why, confused and scared. Flowey floats up to your ear, his voice low and urgent. "Toriel, that's why. She's trying to trap you here." You nod, you figured so. you ask what to do, looking to Flowey for guidance. Flowey's expression turns serious. "You need to leave, and you need to do it now. If you go down the stairs, you'll see a long hallway, and at the end of it, the door that leads out of the ruins. Run there as fast as you can before Toriel catches you." You nod, feeling a sense of urgency building within you. You thank Flowey for his warning, then quickly get up and head towards the stairs. As you descend the stairs, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You can hear Toriel's soft footsteps coming from down the hallway, and you know that you need to move fast if you want to escape. You reach the hallway and start running as fast as you can. You can hear Toriel's footsteps getting closer and closer, and you can feel your fear mounting with every passing moment. Finally, you reach the end of the hallway, and you see the door that leads out of the ruins. You reach for the handle, but before you can even touch it, you feel Toriel's hand on your shoulder. "Where do you think you're going, my child?" she asks, her voice soft and gentle. You turn to face her, feeling a sense of dread settling in your stomach. You can feel her eyes boring into your soul, and you know that you're in grave danger. You take a deep breath, then try to reason with her. you say that you need to leave, you need to go... home. Toriel's expression softens, and she steps back, her hand falling away from your shoulder. "I understand, my child. But please, before you go, won't you stay for some pie?" You hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether to trust her. Toriel sighs deeply, her face falling. "If you want to leave, you'll have to [[fight me]]," she says, her hand lighting up with a ball of fire.

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You shake your head firmly, refusing to fight. Toriel's expression turns angry, and she throws the fireball at you. But to your surprise, it misses you completely, as if she wasn't even aiming for you. You stare at her in confusion, unsure of what's going on. But then Toriel speaks again, her voice soft and gentle. "My child, please. You don't have to leave. I can take care of you here. I can protect you." You hesitate for a moment, torn between your desire to leave and your fear of Toriel. You shake your head firmly, refusing to stay. You take a step back, feeling a sense of fear and desperation rising within you. Toriel's voice shakes as she throws another fireball at you, her eyes wild with fury. "Please, don't leave," she pleads. "Why do people always want to leave?" You shake your head, feeling a sense of sadness and pity for Toriel. You can see the pain and desperation in her eyes, and you know that she's been hurt before. "I'm sorry, Toriel," you say softly. "But I have to go. I can't stay here. Toriel slowly slips to her knees, putting her head in her hands. "Please. Don't. Leave. Me," she pleads, her voice barely audible. Toriel's voice is barely audible as she whispers, "If you leave, you'll die like the others." You freeze, unsure of what to do. You can hear the desperation in Toriel's voice, and you can't help but feel a sense of pity for her. You take a deep breath, then step towards Toriel, determined to make her understand. you assure toriel that you will comeback to save her, your voice firm and resolute. Toriel looks up at you, her eyes filled with tears. "Don't give me false hope, my child. That's what they all said, but they never came back," she says, her voice shaking with emotion. ❊ [[hug Toriel]] ❊ [[make a promise to Toriel]]

As you hold Toriel in your arms, you feel a plethora of emotions coursing through your veins. You can sense the fear in her trembling body, but as you embrace her, you feel her slowly relax and return your hug with equal intensity. As you look into her eyes, you feel a sense of responsibility and determination that you have never felt before. You make a promise to Toriel that you will come back for her and save her from her current situation. Toriel's eyes light up with hope and gratitude as she looks at you. Her words of thanks fill you with warmth and joy. You can't help but feel a deep connection with her, as if you have known her for a lifetime. You are determined to keep her safe, to ensure that no harm comes her way. As you make your way towards your next destination, you think about the promise you made to her and the strength that it gives you. You know that you will do everything in your power to keep that promise, no matter what obstacles may come your way. [[you finally leave the ruins]]

As you look into her eyes, you feel a sense of responsibility and determination that you have never felt before. You make a promise to Toriel that you will come back for her and save her from her current situation. Toriel's eyes light up with hope and gratitude as she looks at you. Her words of thanks fill you with warmth and joy. You can't help but feel a deep connection with her, as if you have known her for a lifetime. You are determined to keep her safe, to ensure that no harm comes her way. As you make your way towards your next destination, you think about the promise you made to her and the strength that it gives you. You know that you will do everything in your power to keep that promise, no matter what obstacles may come your way. [[you finally leave the ruins]]

<h3> GENOCIDE route is not finsished</h3>