Harvest Moon, pt 43

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.

You can read through the archives here.

Map of the known area

Your inventory:

  • 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

With no sign of anyone around, you call out. Your voice echoes back at you in the clean, open space.

You’re about to call out again when, from the direction of the cellar, you hear the bustle of someone approaching. You turn in time to see them enter.

This must be Donna, the cook.

She is tall and slender with her hair pulled back into a tight bun; it drags her features into a shiny and severe bird-like mask. Right now, that mask is frantic and angry. You don’t think she appreciated being summoned so unexpectedly at this time of morning.
Despite the hour, she is wearing layers of stiff fabric; long skirts sweep around her ankles to swallow the hard clicks of her heels clacking towards you with the briskness of a typewriter.

“What?” she pecks crossly. “Who are you? What do you want? Why are you in here? You shouldn’t be in here!”

You take a step back from the assault. When she eventually stops, it’s a little too close for comfort. She looms over you, staring down the length of her nose with disdain. You can feel her skirts almost swallow your legs.

You wrack your brains to find a suitable opening. You dimly remember the first Violet you encountered warning you that Donna has a tendency to be somewhat tempestuous and talkative. In fact, you remember that Donna apparently talks so much that the gardener has chosen to feign deafness rather than listen.

You’ll have to be careful if you don’t want to get locked into lengthy diatribes. Unskippable dialogue, one might call it. There must be some clue you’ve picked up along the way that could help in this instance.

What would you like to say?

  1. I’m looking for my friend Nick. Do you know where he is?
  2. I’m a friend of Violet’s. Can you help me?
  3. Those biscuits smell delicious. Can I take one?

Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 11.30pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 15th of January.

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