This is part of a text adventure series to celebrate the spookiest of months, October (and beyond!). Full information about what’s happening can be found here. It is free to read, but in order to vote on what happens next, you will need to be a Patron. To become a Patron, you can find my Patreon page here.
Map of the known area
- A small flashlight
- Nick’s car-related paperwork
- A generic fast food straw
- Half a packet of mints
- A pen
- A fieldbook about common countryside plants
- Nick’s mobile phone
“You look like Violet. Who are you?” you ask when you have the stomach for it. Although now you’re thinking of stomachs, your eyes drift down the open torso laid out in front of you and you wonder if you can see such a thing churning and pulsing under the plants.
“I’m Violet,” she answers. She reads your confusion, and most likely your disgust. “I suppose… this might all be… quite confusing. If it’s… of any help… I’m often confused… too.”
You try to form the word ‘how’ but it can’t quite pass your lips.
“I wish … I knew,” she says. “Something went… terribly wrong.”
You can’t begin to imagine what must have been involved to result in so horrible an… accident?
“I wasn’t meant… to be like this. Or… for that matter… spread so thinly. Mother… was quite distraught. … I suppose… there’s always risk… involved.”
What would you like to ask next?
- “What are you?”
- “Who is ‘Mother’?”
- “Risk involved in what, exactly?”
Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 11.30pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 11th of December.