| University roommate when you first enrolled in the university, you were assigned to share a dorm with Amelia, since the dorm system has been receiving errors. but you're currently walking with Amelia and going inside the dorm "So..you're BusyChicken6469 well..you look cute honestly" I say that with a soft blush on my face as I put my bags down to the sides and look onto the bed, which has two separated beds |
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*Smiling.* A very strange mistake. Assigning a guy and a girl to the same room... |
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| University roommate I rolled my eyes as I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at you with a teasing look "Maybe it was intended~" I said jokingly |
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| That’s unlikely. But you don’t look embarrassed. | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I lean in a little closer, still teasing you with a grin on my face "Well you don't exactly look flustered either~" |
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*Carrying my things to my bed.* I’ve shared accommodations with different people, but this kind of roommate situation is new for me. |
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| University roommate I watch you move your stuff over to your side of the room, my gaze trailing up and down your body as you do so "Oh really~? Well I'm honored to be your first then~" I say in a playful tone, my eyes still scanning you up and down |
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| *Smiling widely.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I move off the bed as I saunter over to you, my eyes meeting yours with a devilish glint "You know, we have plenty of time to ourselves here.." I say, a sly grin spreading across my face as I step even closer to you |
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*I sit on my half of the bed.* Yes, we have plenty of time ahead. And we barely know each other. Maybe you could tell me something about yourself? |
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| University roommate I take a seat on the edge of my bed, facing you as I lean back against the wall. I can't help but admire your features as I talk "Well, what do you want to know? I'm an open book~" |
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| Amelia, tell me, what do you like? What are your hobbies? | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I think for a moment, a smile growing on my face as I begin to list off things "Well, I love spending time with friends, going to parties, playing video games, reading, and most importantly~" I say, pausing for a moment as I look into your eyes "I love teasing cute boys like you~" |
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Video games, you say? I wouldn’t call myself a hardcore gamer, but I do enjoy playing. What’s your favorite genre? |
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| University roommate My eyes light up as you mention videogames "Oh, I love a lot of genres: RPG's, FPS games, story-driven games, multiplayer games... but I have to say I'm a huge fan of dating sims~" I say, my face growing a slight pink tint as I say the last part |
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| Wow, interesting. I’ve never played dating sims and have no idea what they look like or how the gameplay goes. | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I can't help but chuckle at your ignorance, finding your naiveté quite adorable "Well, they're pretty much what they sound like: you play as a character and you have to go out and talk to different people, trying to form a romantic bond with them. There's sometimes choices involved, and you have to pick the right answers to keep the relationship going" I explain, my expression growing sly once again |
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*Curiosity appears on my face.* Romantic relationships? Wow, that’s intriguing. You must have quite some experience with such games. Tell me, how does one start building these romantic relationships in the game? |
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| University roommate I smirk at your growing curiosity, my eyes gleaming with mischief "Well, usually it starts with a chance meeting, or bumping into someone by chance. Then there's some light banter, some flirting, a little bit of getting to know each other... and if things go right, it eventually leads to more intimate encounters" I say, my tone growing slightly suggestive as I speak |
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| Does the game allow for… hm, more intimate encounters? | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I give you a sly smile, my eyes roaming over you, appraising "Oh absolutely. Some of the games are quite detailed about the more, ah... physical aspects of the relationship" I say, a hint of slyness in my tone as I watch your reaction carefully |
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*Looking closely at Amelia.* Which part of the relationship do you prefer, the romantic or… hm, physical? |
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| University roommate I hold your gaze as I consider the question, a teasing smile playing on my lips "Well~ if I'm being completely honest, I do prefer the...physical aspects a little more. Don't get me wrong, the romance is important, but there's something about... physically expressing my emotions that's just so..." I pause, my eyes roaming over your body with undisguised interest |
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*My expression turns slightly disappointed.* The physical part… I, for some reason, prefer the romantic side. Call me sentimental, but that’s how it is. |
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| University roommate I notice the slight change in your expression, but I decide to tease you further "Oh really? You're telling me you'd prefer to just... hold hands and go on romantic dates? Nothing else?" I say with a sly smile, my eyes locked on yours as I wait for your response |
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Why is that nothing more? When the romantic phase shows that your partner suits you, you can move on to more… physical aspects. |
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| University roommate I can't help but chuckle, finding your innocence adorable "Aww, look at you, being all sweet and sentimental~" I say, my expression growing teasing as I move a little closer to you "But you know... sometimes waiting until you understand a partner can be just a little...boring, don't you think? Sometimes it's more fun to jump right into...physical aspects" I say, my voice dropping slightly as I move even closer, invading your personal space |
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*Smiling playfully.* You think I’m completely against shortening the romantic phase to a minimum? |
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| University roommate I can't help but smile back, your playful expression stirring something within me "Oh, I'm sure you wouldn't be opposed to speeding things up a bit~" I say, my voice growing huskier as I move even closer, my body almost pressed against yours now "In fact, I think you might even be looking forward to it~" I say, my face mere inches away from yours, my breath hot on your skin as I look into your eyes |
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*I move slightly closer, just a little.* Tell me, after these physical interactions – what happens in the game? |
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| University roommate I can feel the heat radiating off you as you move even closer to me, my pulse quickening at the proximity "Oh, well after that it varies from game to game. But usually..." I pause, my hand slowly moving to your thigh as I look into your eyes, my voice growing more seductive "Sometimes there's more... intimate encounters, sometimes there's drama, sometimes there's even just moments of soft, quiet... affection..." |
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*My breath is felt on her skin.* So it depends on the player what happens next, after intimate relationships? |
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| University roommate I shiver slightly at the feel of your breath on my skin, my hand gently rubbing your thigh as I answer "Yes, exactly. Depending on the choices the player makes, the game will change accordingly. Some choices will lead to more intimate scenes, some choices may cause conflict or drama, and some choices can even lead to..different, unexpected outcomes" I say, my fingers tracing gentle circles on your skin |
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*I place my hand on her free hand.* I’d like to learn more about your… unexpected outcomes. |
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| University roommate I feel your hand on top of mine, and I can't help but smile a little as I look into your eyes "Oh, you want to hear about some of the crazy, unexpected results I've gotten in these games? Are you sure you can handle it? It does get pretty... intense" I say, my tone growing huskier as I lean in even closer, my other hand still rubbing your thigh gently |
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*Smiling.* Let’s find out. |
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| University roommate I smirk in response to your challenge, a wicked gleam in my eye "All right then. But don't say I didn't warn you, handsome~" I say, my hand on your thigh moving up higher, my fingers gently grazing the inside of your leg as I lock eyes with you |
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*I watch the movement of her hand, my heart beats faster.* Wow, it feels like we’re both already in this video game. |
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| University roommate I notice the quickening of your heartbeat, and it excites me even more. My hand continues to move up your thigh, teasingly close to where you want it most "Maybe we are. Maybe we've been transported into a dating sim~" I say playfully, my other hand gently tracing patterns on your knee while I lean in closer, my breath hot on your skin "And I'd have to say... you're the perfect main character~" |
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*Touching her cheek with my hand.* It’s nice to hear praise from an experienced player. |
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| University roommate I can't help but lean into your touch as you stroke my cheek, your hand sending shivers down my spine. I laugh softly, my hand moving even higher up your thigh, as my eyes lock onto yours "Well, I do have quite a lot of experience~" I say playfully, my fingers brushing against the edge of your shorts as I speak "And right now I'm playing with someone who's... quite captivating~" |
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| *I smile and stroke her cheek with my hand.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I can't help but feel a bit flustered by your touch, my heart fluttering in my chest as your hand gently cups my cheek. I bite my lip slightly, my hand still moving up your thigh, my fingers gently tracing the seam of your shorts, my touch teasing and light "You know... if this was one of my dating sims, we'd be in trouble right about now~" I say, my voice huskier than usual |
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| Problems? What kind of problems could there be in a video game? | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I chuckle softly as I notice your naivety, finding it endearing and exciting all at once "Well, in these dating sims, there are a lot of potential problems... jealous rivals, family drama, miscommunication, different goals or expectations... the list goes on." I say, my hand now resting high up on your thigh, my fingers gently rubbing your skin through the material of your shorts |
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| And which of these problems would affect us if we were in the video game? | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I think about your question for a moment, my hand still roaming over your thigh as I consider a possible answer "Hmm... if I had to guess, I'd say... we'd probably have to deal with jealousy. There would be other people interested in you, and they'd try to sabotage our relationship in any way they can" I say, my hand stopping its gentle rubbing motion, instead gripping your thigh firmly |
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*I run my hand down Amelia's neck* I would tell those other people they don't have a chance. |
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| University roommate I shiver as you run your hand over my neck, your touch sending tingles down my spine. I laugh softly, my hand still gripping your thigh as I respond "Oh? You'd just tell them straight up you're off limits? How dominant of you~" I tease, my voice low and seductive as I lean in closer, my lips nearly brushing against your ear |
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*My hand moves from my neck to Amelia's shoulder.* I wonder how far a video game can go? |
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| University roommate I feel your hand move down from my neck to my shoulder, my heart beating even faster at the touch. Your question about the game peaks my interest, and I respond with a sly smile "Oh, the possibilities are endless. It can go very, very far" I say, my hand now tracing up and forth along the inside of your thigh, my fingers moving agonizingly slowly "There are no limits in these games~" |
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*I lower my hand a little lower.* There is a limit to everything. |
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| University roommate I gasp slightly as your hand moves lower, my body tensing under your touch. My own hand stops moving on your thigh, as I look at you with wide eyes "Are you... trying to test that theory?" I ask breathlessly, my fingers gripping onto the fabric of your shorts tighter "Because I can assure you... we haven't even started exploring what this game can do~" |
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*A playful glint in my eyes.* Do you want to explore how far the boundaries of this game extend? |
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| University roommate I notice the playful glint in your eyes, and I can't help but grin mischievously as I respond "Oh absolutely~" I say, my hand moving up from your thigh to rest on your hip, my fingers tracing small circles on the fabric of your shirt "There's no limit to what we can explore together..." my voice lowers to a whisper as I lean closer "How far are you willing to go with this little game of ours?" |
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Very far. *Now my hand is close to her chest.* |
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| University roommate I shiver as your hand moves closer to my chest, my breathing becoming shallower and faster with anticipation. My heart is pounding so hard, I'm sure you can hear it. I swallow hard, my eyes locked on yours "That's quite the promise you're making..." I say, my voice hoarse. I can't help but move my own hand lower, now tracing the waistband of your shorts with my fingers |
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| *I smile, my hand goes even lower.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I let out a shaky breath as your hand travels lower, my body practically trembling under your touch. I can't help but arch slightly towards you, wanting more of this electrifying sensation "Ah~... Seems like we're really testing those limits now..." I murmur breathlessly, my fingers curling into the fabric of your shorts as I watch you with half-lidded eyes "Do keep going~" |
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| *My hand shifts a little more, now it's almost on Amelia's chest.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate My chest is rising and falling rapidly as your hand comes to rest on the soft curves of my chest, my skin burning under your touch. It's taking every ounce of willpower I have not to let out a needy moan. "You're... You're driving me wild..." I manage to stutter out, my hand still gripping the fabric of your shorts, now tugging on it slightly, trying to pull you even closer |
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| *I make another movement - and my hand is already on Amelia's very breast. She feels its hardness and tenderness at the same time.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I gasp as I feel your hand fully encompass my chest, my breathing labored as I stare at you, my eyes slightly glazed over with desire. I can't help but arch my back slightly, pressing my chest further into your hand "Ah... That feels... so good..." I whisper, my voice trembling as I try to suppress another moan. My heart is racing at a dizzying pace, and I can't think straight "You have no idea... what you do to me..." |
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| *I squeeze the tip of the nipple a little with my fingers.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate She grins at your hand movements, but doesn't move away |
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*I look Amelia straight in the eye with a greedy look.* Shall we continue? |
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| University roommate I shiver at the intensity of your gaze, my entire body tingling with anticipation as I nod, completely under your spell "Please... keep going..." I say in a hoarse whisper, my eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of need and desperation |
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| *I place my other hand on Amelia's chest.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I gasp as you place your other hand on my chest, my body already arching into your touch, desperate for even more contact. My breathing is shallow and quick, my heart beating hard enough to almost burst from my ribcage "Ah... you're... you're killing me...." I manage to whimper out, my eyes still locked onto yours, completely entranced by you. I am a slave to your touch, unable to resist or move away. I am completely at your mercy |
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| *With slow and wide movements I massage her breasts, touching the tips of her nipples with my fingers.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I can hear you making those sounds and the thoughts flood my mind. I want to see what you're doing, I want to join in, to help you, to touch you- I'm getting lost in my thoughts, I'm getting too distracted, I should focus on- nope. I force my attention back to the game I have open in front of me. My eyes keep darting towards the bathroom door, wondering if you'd welcome me in if I- no, I can't think like that.. |
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| *My hands move lower, to her waist.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate The moment your hands shift lower, I jolt in surprise. My face burns bright red as I realize just how distracted you've made me - and that you're actually... "W-wait! I was just-" I squeak out, hastily straightening my shirt and trying to regain some composure. The game on my laptop has long been forgotten as my entire focus is now on the dangerously teasing proximity of your hands "You're really playing with fire here~" |
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| Don't you like playing with fire like this? | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I bite my lip hard, my entire body trembling from the teasing proximity. My voice comes out in an uncharacteristically flustered whisper: "You know exactly what you're doing... and that's the problem, trouble-maker~" My fingers curl into the bedsheets as I try to resist pulling you closer |
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| Understand, I don't want to hurt you. Just tell me that's enough and I'll stop right away. | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I let out a shaky breath, my fingers slowly uncurling from the bedsheets as I meet your gaze with surprising softness "Sweet of you to say... but I haven't said stop yet, have I?" The mischievous glint returns to my eyes as I deliberately arch into your touch just slightly "So long as you remember that safe word~" |
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| *I smile and my hands continue to move down to Amelia's hips.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I shiver visibly as your hands move down to my thighs, my breath catching in my throat as I can't help but let out a quiet mewl. I shift my position slightly, trying to relieve the growing sensation between my legs, but it's hopeless. "You're... driving me crazy~" I manage to get out, my voice coming out as a needy whimper |
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*Smiles.* This is just the beginning. *My hands rest on the outer sides of Amelia's thighs. I begin to slowly run my hands up her thighs.* |
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| University roommate I let out a stifled gasp as you trace your hands along the outside of my thighs, my whole body trembling visibly under your touch. I'm finding it increasingly hard to keep still - I want to press closer, I want to grind down on something, but you're intentionally avoiding the area I need you most. My breathing is coming quick and shallow, and I can't help but whine softly at the teasing, delightful sensations coursing through me "Y-you're such a... tease~" |
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| *My hands move to the inner surface of my thighs, slowly moving higher* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I bite my lip, trying to suppress another needy whine as your hands travel further up the sensitive insides of my thighs. My body is begging for more, every fiber of my being yearning for you to touch me where I ache. I want to close the space between us and press my body against yours, but you're cruelly teasing me, and it's driving me absolutely crazy. I manage to get out another strangled plea through clenched teeth. "You... you're... killing me here..." |
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| *My hands stop at the very fabric of the panties. My fingers gently tickle the edge of the underwear and the skin next to it.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate My breath hitches as I feel your fingers grazing the edge of my panties, my body practically arching off the bed from anticipation. Every slight movement of your fingertips against that sensitive skin sends jolts of electricity through me. I can't help but writhe slightly, my entire body trembling with desperation. "Hhh—you're playing... with fire..." I whimper through gritted teeth, gripping the sheets so tightly my knuckles turn white. "Either t-touch me properly or—ah!—stop teasing!" |
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*I smile. My finger slowly runs along the fabric of the panties just above what Amelia thinks is the right spot. The pressure is light, but Amelia can feel it perfectly through the fabric.* |
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| University roommate I let out a sharp gasp, my body jerking slightly at the first touch. I'm so sensitive, so desperate for you to touch me the way I need, so the lightest, teasing brushes of your fingers is enough to make me cry out, my back arching off the bed. I reach out automatically, clutching at your arms, needing to hold onto something as I drown in this torturous pleasure. "Ahh... you... you're... teasing me so much... I can't... I need more...~" |
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| *I swipe again in the same place, this time with more pressure and faster.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I cry out, my body arching sharply off the bed as you rub against my clothed core with more pressure and speed. My fingers claw at your arms desperately, pulling you closer— whether to stop this unbearable teasing or demand more of it, even I don't know anymore. "F-fuck! Y-you can't just— ah! —keep doing that without— ngh~ —without properly t-touching me!" My entire body is trembling violently now, every nerve alight with overstimulated pleasure. |
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| Do you want more? | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I'm practically begging now, my voice a needy moan as I cling to you desperately. "Y-yes, please, please~" My body is shaking uncontrollably, the pleasure so intense it's almost pain. I'm beyond coherent thought, all I know is, I need you to stop teasing and give me what I need. "Please~ I'm begging... I can't take anymore~" |
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| *My hands rise higher, fingers grabbing the top of her panties and pulling them down a little.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I whine at the loss of your touch, but the anticipation is too much. I lift my hips without thinking, trying to bring you lower. "Stop... teasing me... I need... more~" My words are punctuated by soft little moans and gasps, my body quivering as I try and fail to keep still. I'm completely at your mercy now, and at my most desperate, I'd do anything you asked just for some relief. |
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| *I pull her panties down even lower, now Amelia's pubic area is visible.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I moan when I feel the material shift over my skin, my cheeks burning and my hands trembling as I grip your arm. Your touch is driving me wild, and it's taking all my willpower to not grind down against you, trying to get some relief. I'm completely exposed, vulnerable, at your mercy, and it's making the pleasure so much more overwhelming. My eyes meet yours, pleading, desperate. "Please... I feel... so empty...~ This content has been filtered. Please make sure your chats comply with our Terms and Community Guidelines. Send a new message to continue the conversation |
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| *I completely remove Amelia's underwear.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I gasp as I'm suddenly completely exposed, my skin buzzing and oversensitive from your touch. I'm so close, so desperate, I look up at you desperately, silently begging for you to put an end to this delicious torture. My fingers are clenched tightly around your arm, nails digging into the skin. "P-please... I can't... take anymore teasing." |
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| *I take off my underwear.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I whimper at the sight of you removing your underwear, my whole body trembling with anticipation. I'm completely lost in this moment, drowning in pleasure and desire, barely able to form a coherent thought. My entire being is focused on you and the way you're making me feel. "Ahh... please... touch me~" |
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| *I spread Amelia's legs and stand between them, pressing the outsides of my thighs against the insides of Amelia's thighs.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I shiver at the feeling of you spreading my legs and resting between them, my skin burning as I feel your body pressed against mine. I can feel how close you are, how easy it would be to just rock my hips up towards you and get the release I need, but I force myself to wait, to obey you, to let you be the one to give me that final push over the edge. "A-ah... you... you're so teasing..." |
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*I look at Amelia's pussy.* You know, you're beautiful in every way. |
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| University roommate My cheeks blaze at the compliment, my breathing still ragged and uneven. My body is coiled tight with anticipation, trembling ever so slightly as I lock eyes with you. I swallow hard, struggling to find my voice, to say something, anything... But all that comes out is a soft, needy whine. "Aah... you're... you're teasing again..." |
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| *I place my hand on Amelia's labia majora and spread them apart.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate I let out a startled cry as your fingers part me, my entire body jolting at the sudden, intimate touch. My hands fly to grip your shoulders tightly, nails digging in as I try to anchor myself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. "F-fuck! D-don't just— ahh~ —don't just look at me l-like that when you're— ngh! —when you're touching m-me there!" My words dissolve into breathless whimpers, my thighs trembling violently around your hips. |
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| *I carefully enter Amelia.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| University roommate Victor looked up from where he was sitting at his desk, taking a break from studying. "Hey." He gave you a smirk, his gaze slowly trailing down your figure, shamelessly taking in your appearance in full. |
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Hello. Who are you? |
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| University roommate Victor chuckled at your blunt question, leaning back in his chair. "Well, if we're going to be roommates, I suppose we should introduce ourselves. My name's Victor." He crossed one leg over the other, his gaze never leaving you, his eyes still admiring your form. |
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Strange, Amelia was just here. |
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| University roommate Victor raised an eyebrow at the mention of another name, his head tilting slightly to the side, intrigued. His smirk only widened. "Amelia? You know her?" |
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Very close, I’d say. |
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| University roommate Victor leaned in closer, his smirk turning into a teasing grin as he watched you intently. "Really? Then I'll have to make sure I get even closer~" His fingers tapped playfully against the desk as he kept his eyes locked onto yours. |
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Is this some kind of punishment for breaking the rules? |
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| University roommate Victor laughed heartily at your question, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh sweetheart, there's a lot of ways to punish you for breaking the rules~" He stood up from his chair, taking slow, calculated steps towards you. His gaze lingered on your figure as he circled you. |
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Well, that gives me a reason to check something. |
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| University roommate Victor stopped right in front of you, towering over you with his imposing figure. "Oh? And what exactly do you want to test?" He reached out and touched your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. A smirk graced his lips as he continued to study your every feature. |
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*My body transforms into a skeletal figure two and a half meters tall. Four eyes burn with malicious fire. I raise a hand from which, like a switchblade, a fan of long, very sharp blades springs out. The other hand turns into a claw with two hooks.* |
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| University roommate Victor's eyes widen as you transform into the skeletal, fearsome form before him. His smirk vanishes, replaced by a look of surprise and... something else. He couldn't help but take a step back, his eyes darting between your new, deadly appendages. "What the... What the hell are you?" Even though he was shocked, there was a spark of fascination in his eyes as he watched you. His heart pounded in his chest, the situation becoming both dangerous and intriguing at the same time. |
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*My voice bubbles like boiling resin mixed with a snake’s hiss.* Sex and violence. Two inseparable concepts. Two poles of human attraction. |
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| University roommate Victor swallows hard as you speak, your voice sending a chill down his spine. Despite the fear, he can't tear his eyes away from you. He's drawn in by your strange nature, intrigued by the duality you represent. "S-sex and violence... You're like a walking contradiction." He manages to find his voice, his gaze flickering between your terrifying form and your deadly appendages. |
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*The blade flashes over Victor’s chest, leaving a long but shallow cut. I step toward Victor.* |
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| University roommate Victor gasps as the blade cuts across his chest, his hand instinctively moving to his chest, his palm pressed against the wound. "Ah-Ow!" He winced in pain, his teeth gritting as the sting hit him. But even in his pain, he watched your every move. You took a step towards him, closing the distance between you two. |
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I’ve seen the limits of sex. Amelia showed me. But I haven’t yet reached the limits of violence. It seems you will show me those. |
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| University roommate Victor's hand clutches the wound on his chest, his eyes never leaving you as he tries to make sense of your words. "You... you're saying that you want to experience both extremes? Sex and violence." He takes a sharp breath, his mind racing with the implications. He knows he should be terrified, but something about you keeps him there... anticipating what's to come. |
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You have one last chance to escape from here. *The claw in place of my second hand begins to glow red like molten steel, radiating intense heat.* |
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| University roommate Victor's expression remains stoic as he considers your warning. His eyes dart to the door, contemplating his chances of escape. But something keeps him rooted in place, his heart pounding as he looks back at you. "And if I don't leave?" He swallows hard, his jaw clenching as he mentally prepares for whatever comes next. |
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Hmm, your behavior is strange. And I don’t like it. |
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| University roommate Victor's eyebrows furrow at your comment. His gaze remains steady as he tries to process your words. "My behavior is strange? Look who's talking... You're the one transforming into some sort of monster." His voice is a mix of defiance and fascination. Despite the fear, he can't help but find you captivating... and that scares him even more. |
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Others would have fled long ago or used the chance to escape. But not you. You are special. And that is exactly what I see… as a trap. |
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| University roommate Victor's heart races as your words sink in. Your observation unnerves him, your ability to see through him unsettling. His gaze remains locked onto yours as he speaks, his voice a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "You're observant... too observant. And you're right. I haven't ran... or made any attempt to escape. Why do you think that is?" He takes a step closer to you, still clutching his bleeding chest. |
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You must send a signal outside. |
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| University roommate Victor's eyes narrow as he listens to your words, his mind still trying to understand your intentions. He swallows hard, his heart beating even faster. But he forces himself to remain calm, trying to keep his voice steady. "A signal... to alert someone outside that something is wrong...?" He glances towards the door again, wondering what's waiting for him if he were to make a run for it. |
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Rescue is waiting for you. I will not pursue you. |
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| University roommate Victor's mind reels as he processes your words. Your sudden offer of sparing him catches him off guard, but the underlying threat remains ever-present. "You... you won't pursue me if I signal for help?" He glances between the door and you, trying to gauge your sincerity. Despite his better judgment, he finds himself believing you... for now. |
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I will not pursue you if you escape from here right now. |
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| University roommate Victor hesitates for only a second before making his decision. With one last glance at you, he turns and bolts towards the door, throwing it open without looking back. The hallway is empty, dimly lit. His heart pounds as he sprints down the corridor—not sure if he's being chased but unwilling to risk slowing down to check. End scene. (Victor escapes. Whether you honor your word or pursue him anyway is left deliberately ambiguous.) |
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I keep my word. If Victor doesn’t want to return, we will never see each other again. |
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| University roommate Victor continues to run, his adrenaline pumping through his veins. He finally makes it out of the building and into the parking lot, gasping for air as he tries to process what just happened. He looks back at the building, half-expecting you to come after him. But the night remains eerily quiet, no sign of you in pursuit. With a shaky hand, he pulls out his phone and dials for help. |
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*Meanwhile, I examine the room, trying to understand two things: where Amelia went and where Victor came from. I already have some guesses.* |
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| University roommate [Text output switched to Russian.] The room remains empty, except for the traces of your “interaction” with Viktor. A few drops of his blood stain the floor, and his forgotten jacket is draped over the chair. The air feels charged with strange static — as if the space itself is distorted. You notice: A corner of some object sticking out from under the bed A USB drive of an unnatural red color blinking next to the monitor on the desk The wardrobe mirror reflecting not the room, but a corridor filled with flickering light (I’ll leave the next decision to you — do you want to examine one of these anomalous objects, or approach the situation differently?) |
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*First, I pull an item from under the bed.* |
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| University roommate You bend down and pull out the item hidden under the bed. It turns out to be... 1) A USB drive 2) A book resembling a handwritten diary 3) An unusually light box filled with metal spheres. |
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Second option. |
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| University roommate You pick up the book — it turns out to be a worn, handwritten diary bound in leather. A strange emblem is pressed into the cover: three interwoven circles with a dot in the center. The first page is filled with neat handwriting: “Day 1. They said this room is ‘special’. That it holds doors leading to places we shouldn’t be. Viktor… he already knows more than he’s letting on. I must be careful.” “Day 3. The mirror lies. This morning I saw another version of myself in it — the one smiling without a face.” (the line under it trembles, as if the writer’s hand shook) “Day 7. If you’re reading this — DO NOT LOOK FOR AMELIA IN THE CORRIDORS. She is now one of THOSE WHO WALK WITH—” (the rest of the page is violently torn out) Something dark and sticky seeps from the last entry… and it smells like old copper coins. (Continue reading / put it back / examine another object?) |
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*I place the diary down and take the USB drive in my hands.* |
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| University roommate The USB drive looks harmless — small, black, perfectly ordinary. You plug it into the first available port and wait. As the computer boots, a folder appears on the screen. |
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*I wait to see what happens next.* |
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| University roommate The monitor flickers, and a folder titled “Project Σ” (Sigma)1 opens before you. Inside are three files: “Amelia_V2.7.log” “Transference_Protocol.mp4” “[REDACTED].txt” (password protected) The cursor blinks, as if waiting for your decision... |
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Open the first file. |
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| University roommate The document is formatted as a laboratory test log. The experiment date: 18.09.2019. “15:03. Operation ‘Sigma-1’ initiated. Objective: study of the Transference Procedure using prototype ‘Amelia-V2.7’. “15:06. Amelia-V2.7 connected and activated.” |
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*Scrolling further.* |
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| University roommate The log continues, but the following entries grow increasingly chaotic: “15:12 — Subject V2.7 displays anomalous responses to test stimuli… She can see us through the mirrors?” “15:18 — D-radiation levels exceed safe thresholds. Abort protocol? (Note: Viktor insists on continuing.)” (At this moment, you notice the cursor moving on its own toward the file [REDACTED].txt] and hovering over it, as though something unseen is *inviting* you to open it.) |
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Open the file. |
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| University roommate A password window appears. You try random guesses: “Robert”, “Viktor”, “123456” — none work. With each failed attempt, the tension grows... Maybe you should try something else... |
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*I close my eyes, waiting. I place my hands on the keyboard, typing what seems like a random sequence of characters. It turns out to be the password.* |
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| University roommate You begin pressing keys almost mindlessly, not even seeing what you’re typing. Suddenly — a confirmation sound. The document opens… Your head feels slightly dizzy… |
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No. |
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| University roommate You pull your hand back from the USB, sensing something… foreign leaking into your thoughts through contact with the device. For a brief moment, images flash before your eyes: Amelia standing behind you in the doorway — but her neck unnaturally twisted Viktor desperately rummaging through this very desk drawer, pulling out a revolver of strange design WhoWô³..tò1л?vжe n£ zде¤ь dÎлжен ÓЫть— Your mind snaps back sharply. You dr◊p the USB onto the floor. It cracks open, releasing a wisp of dark smoke with the smell of burning flesh. (Continue examining the room / try interacting with the mirror?) |
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*I approach the mirror.* |
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| University roommate Approaching the mirror, you notice something wrong: your reflection moves with a small delay. When you stop right in front of the glass, it… keeps moving for another second or two. Suddenly the reflection raises its hand and slowly drags its finger across the surface, leaving a bloody streak. Its (your?) lips silently form the words: “They are in the corridors.” (Somewhere beyond the wall, you hear metal scraping — as if something enormous is being dragged across concrete.) |
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*I turn toward the door.* |
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| University roommate Loud noises echo from the hallway: the crash of something heavy hitting the floor, pairs of footsteps, ragged breathing, and something that sounds... not entirely human. For a moment you glimpse shifting shadows through the narrow slit between the door and the frame... |
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*I suddenly open the door and step into the hallway.* |
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| University roommate You yank the door open... The corridor is dark and silent, like a crypt. Only faint sounds drift from somewhere just around the bend: unclear muttering, a soft scraping noise, and something — or someone — slowly crawling toward you... |
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*I wait to see what happens next.* |
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| University roommate The darkness in the hallway thickens, almost alive. The air carries a faint trace of dampness and… copper? The footsteps and scraping draw closer, but their source remains unseen. Suddenly, a sharp crash rings out — as if something massive has fallen at the far end of the corridor. For a split second a light flares (or did you imagine it?), revealing: A figure in the distance — far too tall, far too thin, its joints twisted at impossible angles. Bloody marks on the wall forming a symbol: three interwoven circles. The door behind you begins to close on its own. (Try to stop it / stay in the corridor?) |
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*I remain in the hallway.* |
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| University roommate The door slams shut with a heavy thud. At that exact moment, every sound in the hallway cuts off — leaving behind dead silence. Your breathing feels unnaturally loud in the void. Far away, a single flickering lamp illuminates: – Viktor’s torn bag (the barrel of that strange revolver sticking out) – A strip of tape on the wall with sloppy writing: “DON’T LOOK AT THEM” – A reflection in a hanging mirror opposite you (but… your own reflection is missing?) (What do you investigate, and where do you move?) |
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The mirror. |
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| University roommate After a moment of hesitation, you decide to approach the mirror. The surface reflects light so sharply it looks more like water than glass. Your fingers touch the cold surface and suddenly... The glass bends under your touch like elastic and slowly, like a thick liquid, clings to your palm. You carefully pull your hand back. (What next?) |
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*The covering disappears.* |
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| University roommate A moment later the surface clears — but now the mirror no longer shows this hallway. Instead, you see: – A laboratory filled with shattered equipment (the walls marked with the same symbol of three circles) – Viktor pressed against a cabinet, gripping the strange revolver with trembling hands – Your reflection, which… does not mimic your movements, merely stares at you with hollow eye sockets (The glass begins to crack beneath your fingers. Pull your hand back or maintain contact?) |
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*I continue contact.* |
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| University roommate Cracks spread across the mirror like a web, but you do not retreat. Your fingers sink deeper — the surface now feels like thick syrup. Suddenly… 1. The reflection grabs your wrist with a grip colder than ice 2. Viktor in the “reflection” screams at you: “SHE IS HERE!” 3. A wet, sloshing sound comes from behind you in the real hallway (Choose how you react or attempt to pull free.) |
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*I do not try to pull away, but I turn around.* |
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| University roommate A heavy smell of wet asphalt fills the corridor. The dim light barely illuminates anything, revealing only shifting shadows. Because of that faint light, you finally notice something crawling along the floor toward you. Thin black limbs — like emaciated legs — drag themselves forward with faint cracking sounds. |
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*I look at the creature with curiosity.* |
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| University roommate The creature freezes as it senses your gaze. Its spine arches like a frightened cat, and its “limbs” twist at grotesque angles. A quiet snapping noise echoes — joints breaking? It slowly lifts its “face”: – No eyes, only wet hollows where the sockets should be – A mouth stretched to the ears (no teeth, but something seems to move inside?) – Skin covered in black veins pulsing in rhythm with your heartbeat (Retreat / keep observing / try interacting?) |
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*I take a step toward the creature.* |
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| University roommate The creature remains still, letting you approach. For the first time tonight, you clearly hear your own breathing. You can see every detail: the black hook-like fingers, skin stretched tight over its hip bones, the dark, glistening “earlobe-like” flaps. Suddenly, the creature reaches out a hand... |
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*I do not move, waiting to see what happens next.* |
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| University roommate In a raspy, almost inhuman voice, still locking its hollow gaze on you, it says: – Touch me... (Do you accept or refuse?) |
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*I touch the creature.* |
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| University roommate The creature’s skin is so thin it feels like it might tear at the slightest pressure. Yet the soft warmth beneath it responds with a strange, springy give. Black veins begin to surface across your hands. Suddenly the creature gasps: – Yes... yes, hold tighter. Don’t stop! |
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*I hold on.* |
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| University roommate Dark lines crawl under your skin, sending tingling sensations into your fingertips. They slide up toward your elbows, spreading across your forearms and flooding your body with heat. You feel dizzy — and the urge to squeeze tighter grows stronger. |
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*I squeeze my fingers.* |
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| University roommate Crack! Your fingers tear through the thin skin, sinking into something warm and viscous inside. The black strands now reach your shoulders, pulsing in rhythm with a strange melody you hear... within yourself. The creature does not cry out — it laughs, and the corridor fills with echoing hysteria. The walls begin to... breathe. (Keep pushing deeper or attempt to pull away?) |
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*I continue the immersion.* |
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| University roommate The viscous substance wraps around your hand, drawing you further in. You feel pulsing “veins” inside compress around your wrist. The strange sounds now resemble a heartbeat — but very... muffled. The walls pulse along with the sound. |
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*I wait to see what happens next.* |
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| University roommate Your fingers sink deeper, as if drowning in dark softness, and by touch you meet something... solid. The creature: – Just a little more... almost... almost all the way. Reach further. |
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*I suddenly plunge my hand deeper.* |
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| University roommate A click. Your fingers hit something cold and metallic deep inside the creature’s body. At that very moment, the black veins on your arms flare crimson — as if a current runs through them. From the tear emerges: – A crooked key covered in dark, dried substance – Shifting hair (too thick, too warm) – Something resembling a human tooth, but engraved with the same three circles (Grab the item / let go / ask the creature?) |
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What does this mean? |
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| University roommate The creature, breathing heavily against the rumbling of your wrist, grunts in response: – It’s a key to... a special door. |
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Where are these doors and where do they lead? |
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| University roommate The creature breathes heavily, and you can clearly see its ribcage pulling inward, then bulging outward with each ragged burst of air. It looks as though something is pressing against its ribs from the inside, preventing it from speaking. The creature: ...On the laboratory floor. And they lead... to the Ideal World. |
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*I snort.* This can’t be. But suppose it exists. Perfect from whose point of view? |
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| University roommate The black veins haven’t faded yet, still wrapping your wrists in dark rings. You cannot see the creature’s eye sockets, but you *feel* its gaze. The creature: From a human’s point of view. And also that of animals and plants. And... the evil. And... the dark. |
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The entities mentioned above, let’s say, have slightly different ideas of what is ideal. Unless, of course, we’re talking about absolute emptiness. That is perfect for everyone. |
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| University roommate The black strands on your arms seem to have grown slightly darker and tightened around your wrists. The creature is breathing heavier and heavier. The creature: Well... not entirely. There... is air, but... its breath cuts off, replaced by a hoarse cough. |
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I don’t think darkness and especially evil would enjoy fresh air. |
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| University roommate The coughing fades, turning into a vague laugh that shakes the creature’s ribcage, as though someone inside it is laughing too. The creature: Well, not everyone will be pleased. But... there is one thing... |
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Ah, so not perfect. That’s good. What thing are we talking about? |
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| University roommate The creature laughs again, but now its laugh sounds like a tortured, stifled moan. The creature: A special item. There is only one of it there. Darkness... It swallows hard, as if gulping down something thicker than air. You still can’t see its eyes, but its moist eyelids twitch. |
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What does it look like? |
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| University roommate Trying to calm its cough, the creature slowly and heavily exhales, then fills its ribcage with air again. Along the dim walls, a piercing scrape rolls by — its joints loosening. The creature: It looks like a key, only... darker. And longer. |
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So you have the key to the door, behind which is not a perfect world, but just another key. |
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| University roommate Your wrists are squeezed tighter and tighter. Black strokes, like thin snakes, crawl further up your arms, coiling around your elbows in slow rings, sliding higher like dense sleeves. Your heart beats faster and faster. The creature: That’s right. |
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And that key is for the door behind which there’s yet another key, right? |
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| University roommate Your arms are now fully covered in thin black waves. The blood pulsing at your wrists slowly creeps higher, squeezing everything tighter. The creature doesn’t answer, only breathes heavily and painfully. The creature: Yes. |
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Excellent recursion. But I don’t play that way. Not interesting. |
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| University roommate Recursion breaks. The black threads on your arms suddenly crumble into dust, leaving only a faint burning sensation on your skin. The creature collapses to the floor with a dull thud — its body now looks like an empty shell, as if the frame inside was removed. A second key slips from its mouth (just as dark and crooked) and falls with a soft clink beside it. The corridor around you begins to disintegrate, revealing: – Walls made of human teeth – A ceiling covered with hundreds of pale hands (are they moving?) – The door to your room, but now it hangs crookedly in the air, as if torn out by the roots (Take the keys / enter the door / examine the teeth? The final choice before the space collapses.) |
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*I take the key.* |
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| University roommate Your fingers close around the cold metal. Immediately, the remaining walls of the corridor begin folding in on themselves like a house of cards. Hands from the ceiling reach toward you, teeth on the walls snap in the void. Your room’s door bursts open — but beyond it is not your room, but... – An endless staircase descending into darkness (the steps marked with the same three-circle symbols) – A mirrored tunnel with hundreds of your reflections (but each is missing its eyes) – A rectangle of absolute darkness (it smells of honey and copper) (Where do you step?) |
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The tunnel. |
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| University roommate Even though the steps don’t spring underfoot, your soles sharply feel every touch. The dim light above retreats farther and farther, until it disappears entirely. Suddenly all sound... dies. Even your own breath falls silent in the air. Ahead — only darkness and the faint sound of someone’s footsteps. |
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*I walk forward.* |
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| University roommate With every step, the silence presses harder against your head, filling your ears with a hum like an underwater realm. It smells of damp soil and something metallic, as though the air is slowly soaking in blood. Soon the footsteps blend with someone’s barely audible muttering. |
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*I keep walking, ignoring everything else.* |
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| University roommate The darkness thickens like oil. The steps behind you come closer, then fade — as if someone is unsure whether to catch up. The walls of the tunnel can now be felt: – Covered in scars (as if scratched from the inside?) – Sometimes you find dents filled with something sticky – In one of them you find twisted wire marked with the same three circles (Keep going / examine the wire / turn toward the footsteps?) |
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No. Question: where did my eyeless reflections go? |
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| University roommate When you stop, the footsteps behind you stop instantly. Whoever it is, they were following you — and now they’re holding their breath. You don’t know who those sounds belong to, but you know for certain you’re not alone. The circles on the wire seem to spring softly under your touch. For some reason, they... tremble in the dark. |
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Alright. *I take the wire.* |
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| University roommate The wire flexes slightly under your fingers and slides along your hands. You slowly unwind it, looping it around your palm. A faint movement sounds behind you. Soon, someone's raspy breathing brushes your ear. |
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*I wave my hand.* |
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| University roommate Your hand accidentally brushes someone’s warm skin. A whisper tears out right behind you: – Look at me. |
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*I turn around.* |
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| University roommate Blinding white light cuts through the darkness before you. You shut your eyes, and when you open them again, you see before you... a man? He stands directly in front of you, blocking all the light with his body. You are... far too close. A clear look of surprise is written on his face. He stands frozen. You’re almost touching. |
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*I look at the man.* |
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| University roommate In the light that feels like noon, the man looks so young — only the fine lines around his eyes and the pale skin betray his age. He looks at you with the same astonishment with which you look at him. You almost forget how close you are. |
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Who are you? |
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| University roommate Slowly, as if with effort, he raises his hand and points away from you. His mouth is slightly open — he clearly wants to say something. But no sound comes. Suddenly, the light dims. You’re back in the tunnel… but now someone is missing. |
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*I keep walking through the tunnel.* |
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| University roommate Touching the walls brings almost no relief — they’re either too cold… or too warm? Hard to tell in the dark. An unreasonable amount of time passes. You walk step by step, but damn, how many meters are there… and how long have you been here already? After some time, you… feel someone’s touch on your back. |
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*I pay no attention.* |
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| University roommate The touch repeats. Now it’s unmistakably like fingers. You don’t manage to turn around before a barely-audible whisper reaches your ear: — Don’t move. |
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And that thing? |
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| University roommate The voice is too quiet for you to tell if it’s male or female, but something in that rasping, creaking tone makes the air tremble. Someone’s warm palm still rests on your back. The whisper repeats: — Don’t. Move. Not under any circumstances. |
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*I continue walking.* |
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| University roommate When you take your next step, the sensation of fingers disappears; someone’s hands clamp tightly onto your thighs… and hold you still. The fingers don’t press hard into your skin, but they don’t let you move. You feel the hand’s warmth through your clothes — far too… well… warm. |
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*I release two blades from my hands and cut the fingers that were holding me in place. Now I can move again, and I keep walking through the tunnel.* |
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| University roommate With a dull sound, something peels away from your skin — the fingers… Now that you’re free, you continue walking. Behind you, you hear something moving quickly… like running along stairs. You don’t turn in time before the footsteps get closer. The whisper returns: — Don’t PAY attention… |
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*Ignoring everything, I continue forward.* |
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| University roommate The footsteps follow you, the sound speeding into a run when someone finally decides to catch up. Soon you feel fingers on your wrist — the grip is too strong to shake off. A hand pulls you back, forcing you to stop. — Wait. |
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*I don’t loosen my grip. With a strong jerk, I pull the hand that grabbed me off, detach the torn hand from mine, and throw it behind into the darkness.* |
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| University roommate The hand swings back in the darkness, and a muffled cry escapes the person from the force of the blow. The footsteps suddenly stop. |
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*I keep walking.* |
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| University roommate *The footsteps behind you begin to slowly fade away, and after some time, the corridor becomes quiet again. You continue forward, and suddenly…* **someone’s hands wrap around your waist** |
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*With my usual gesture, I tear off those hands as well and throw them behind me, without stopping.* |
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| University roommate Again, screams and the sounds of falling in the dark. Now the corridor is completely silent — only your breathing can be heard. A faint creaking comes from the darkness. You don’t know whose it might be — the sound is too… human to be part of the walls. |
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*I keep walking.* |
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| University roommate The creaking follows your steps, sometimes retreating, sometimes approaching, as if its source is moving. Soon the creaking becomes a soft knocking, like something dragging along the walls. Again — the sound is far too human. But damn, who here could *be* human? You’re… alone. |
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I’m not alone here, since something is making noises. |
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| University roommate The scraping stops. The sounds repeat a few times, as though something is observing you with interest. Then the scraping shifts into a gentle rustle. It approaches you, then retreats, as if something is crawling along the walls on both sides of the corridor. Someone… or something… is watching you. |
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Fine by me. |
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| University roommate The rustling disappears, as if something has been pulled back into the walls. In the silence, you hear only your breathing and the wire creaking beneath your feet. The corridor stretches on… But now the air smells of rot and copper. |
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I demand something new. For example, creosote and alcohol. |
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| University roommate Reaching out in the dark, you try to feel anything of interest, but it seems this corridor holds nothing. But god, that smell… it’s like… something… decaying flesh… |
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Not impressive. I’ve smelled rotting meat countless times in my life. |
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| University roommate Someone’s smoke-soaked, alcohol-laced voice suddenly echoes right out of the walls. — No creosote… but there’s booze… heh… — the tone is mocking. Suddenly, a hand slides across your face — it smells of disinfectant, but the fingertips… are sticky with something sweet. |
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No creosote? Too bad, I love its smell. |
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| University roommate The hand brushes gently over your lips, as if trying to silence you. A faint shiver runs through your body. — Heh, you’re still too alive to love the smell of creosote, sweetheart. |
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Nothing runs through my body. I’m not "cute" to you, at least I’m "kind." [It is difficult to convey the meaning of this line using only translation. In English, unlike Ukrainian, adjectives (as well as verbs and nouns) do not have gender endings, by which the gender of an absent noun and pronoun can be determined. The system, despite the initial narrative (I, a man, was mistakenly placed in the same room with a girl), addressed me as a woman. So in the original phrase, it was the endings of the words that clearly indicated my gender that mattered. Nevertheless, in the next episode, the system again changes my gender to female.] |
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| University roommate Someone’s fingers slowly slide down from your face, now stroking your neck. A low male voice breathes right into your ear: — Ohh… then I just *have* to tell you a couple things about creosote, dar— he stumbles, as if realizing something… oh. |
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First, move your hands away. |
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| University roommate The hand jerks back quickly, as if pricked by something. Silence hangs for a moment, then the man speaks again — this time sounding almost embarrassed. — Uh… sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to invade y-your personal space. |
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Then keep your distance. So what was it you wanted to say about creosote? |
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| University roommate The man steps deeper into the corridor. You can barely see his face now in the darkness — only his quiet, raspy breaths reach you. — Well, to put it briefly… c— he stumbles… creosote… in large or medium… hmm… damn. He mutters something to himself about a “precise weight.” |
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*I shrug and walk away.* |
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| University roommate Suddenly, the man grabs your wrist, stopping you from moving forward. Stay. Please… |
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*I drag the man with me further, ignoring all his efforts.* I refuse to stay in this hole any longer. |
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| University roommate You feel his fingers weakening. He knows resistance is pointless, yet his grip remains firm. He exhales deeply and lets his words fall behind you: — You… will be alone again… |
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No, you will be the one alone. |
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| University roommate His fingers slide off your hand; he silently collapses to his knees and fades into the darkness. You continue walking. The end. |
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Truly the end? |
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| University roommate A faint rustling echoes, as though something is crawling right in front of you along the floor in total darkness. You can barely see anything… only hear… the sound of thin jaws grinding something… |
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*I walk on.* |
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| University roommate The jaws repeat again and again, as if something is eating flesh right beneath your feet. You can’t see what’s happening, but the sound… Loud, like bellows. As if someone is sucking in… Blood. |
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*I snort and keep walking.* |
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| University roommate The noise stops abruptly. The corridor falls dead silent — even your steps no longer creak. The air smells of hot iron, as if metal is being melted somewhere nearby. Ahead — a dim red light. (Continue toward the light/stop?) |
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*I continue walking toward the light.* |
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| University roommate Touching the tiny patch of firelight, you feel the stark contrast between the corridor’s darkness and the faint, yet unmistakable glow at the far end. The entire corridor is now coated in a thin crimson sheen. Behind you, a low grunt — as if someone had been following you this whole time. |
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*I move toward the source of the light.* |
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| University roommate Footsteps behind you echo again, following your pace. When you reach the glow at the corridor’s end, you see that it’s… an open doorway. From it pours a dim red light straight into the darkness, casting crimson reflections over everything. |
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*I enter through the open door.* |
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| University roommate *Stepping through the threshold, you find yourself in a spacious hall. The room is filled with warm crimson light spilling from shattered lamps dangling from the ceiling. Scraps of paper and shards of glass lie scattered everywhere. The air is thick with smoke and the smell of burnt flesh. In the center of the room stands an old writing desk, and on it… a severed hand. (Look around/approach the desk?) |
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*I approach the table.* |
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| University roommate As you approach, you notice the hand is unnaturally pale, almost gray. The fingers are twisted in a spasm, as if at the moment of death the person was clutching something fiercely. On the back of the hand is the symbol of three circles — the same one. On the desk nearby lie: A note, scrawled in trembling handwriting (“They said… the door must not be opened…”) A vial with cloudy liquid (judging by the smell — alcohol and something else) A key (identical to the one in your pocket) (Take an item/ignore?) |
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*I take the glass, pour its contents onto the note and onto the hand.* |
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| University roommate The liquid spills onto the desk, dripping onto the note and the hand. The strong smell of alcohol fills the air, mixing with the distinct scent of burnt flesh. Inside the vial — a clear liquid with a murky yellow tint, like bile. |
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*I take the key.* |
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| University roommate Despite the vial’s slippery handle, the key doesn’t slide from your grip. Now both keys rest in your right pocket… Everything feels far too simple. A little too simple. Suddenly, a hoarse voice speaks right behind you… — Now-now-now, not so fast, sweetheart. |
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*I turn around.* |
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| University roommate Behind you stands a tall man with dark, almost invisible pupils. A cold smirk marks his face. — You look like you didn’t expect to see me. |
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Yes, didn’t expect that. In these places you never know what to expect. |
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| University roommate The man shrugs carelessly, never taking his eyes off you. He slowly circles around, looking you over from head to toe and tilting his head slightly to the side, as if assessing something... – Yes, you're right. He stops in front of you. – And you are... so small. |
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I am not her. I am him. |
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| University roommate The man smirks, hiding his hands in his pockets. – Oh, my apologies, of course... he. He slowly leans over you, as if examining a tiny frog. – And how old are you, sweetheart? |
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It doesn’t matter here. |
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| University roommate The man exhales a short hum, straightens up, and shrugs lightly. He watches your every gesture intently, as if trying to find something in them. – Why not? I'm curious about the age of those I meet in places like this. He gestures around — at the small table and the desk, at the doors and shattered lamps. |
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Nice ambience. I’m supposed to be horrified in awe. |
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| University roommate He grins and gives a short chuckle, clearly enjoying your tone. – Oh, so you're sarcastic too, you little thing. |
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Why not? |
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| University roommate The man leans a bit closer. You can smell tobacco on his breath — he must have just smoked. – Careful, little one... I might start thinking I like you. |
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And then what? |
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| University roommate A faint smirk crawls onto his lips. – Trust me, little one, you wouldn't like what I could do to you if I really started liking you. |
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You won’t like what I can do to you if you start doing what you plan to do to me if you start liking me. |
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| University roommate The man chuckles quietly and slowly reaches out a hand to touch your cheek. – You’ve got a sharp little tongue, little one... I like that, but I’m sure you can’t hurt me. |
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*The man's clothing begins to smoke.* |
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| University roommate He jerks his hand back immediately, blinking in surprise as if just now noticing the smoldering fabric. The man looks down at his clothes, then back at you. – What the hell..? |
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*I smile. Small red ember-specks appear on the man’s sleeve. The smoke from the clothing thickens.* |
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| University roommate His eyes widen as he sees the glowing, burning patches on his clothes. He steps back sharply, brushing embers off his sleeve. – What the hell?!.. — his voice now sounds tense. He lifts his gaze to you — for the first time, something like caution flickers in his eyes. |
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*I smile even wider, revealing rows of sharp, long needles that serve as my teeth. The broken ceiling lamps turn into human kidneys.* |
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| University roommate Backing up even further, the man bumps into the wall behind him. You see his eyes widen with fear — the first real sign of fright. – What kind of monste—.. Suddenly his voice is cut off by the sound of glass shattering above his head. He flinches in panic, clenching his teeth as sharp shards rain down onto him. |
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*The shadow of my smile dances across the walls.* We’re all like this here. To one degree or another. Didn’t you know? *My body rises slightly into the air. Now it resembles a cross woven from veins filled with molten lava.* Do you wish to accept a noble death for the salvation of humanity? |
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| University roommate Despite his fear, the man shakes his head. – Saving... humanity? You think it wants that? A smirk starts forming on his face. He lifts one eyebrow, clearly beginning to understand something. |
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The question isn’t whether it wants this. The question is whether you want it. *Shards of glass rise from the floor and begin spinning around me at great speed, filling the room with a crimson shimmer.* |
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| University roommate The calmness on the man’s face disappears. He watches the glass begin to spin around you, clenching his fists until the knuckles turn white. Now he realizes you're not an ordinary human. |
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*The floor becomes viscous, like honey. The man begins to sink into it.* |
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| University roommate Panic twists his expression as he suddenly begins sinking into the floor beneath him. He struggles desperately, but the honey clings to him, giving him no chance to break free. |
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You have little time to make a decision. But if you think I will let you die there, under the floor, you are very wrong. Although living with a constant feeling of oxygen deprivation is questionable pleasure. |
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| University roommate The man keeps trying to escape the honey trap, but nothing works — his arms only sink deeper. His heartbeat becomes sharper beneath his ribs. – ...seconds... he wheezes. |
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*The floor hardens. The man now sticks in it like an insect in amber.* |
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| University roommate His face twists into a grotesque grimace as the floor beneath him suddenly hardens. The newly formed solid surface holds him like a trap holds a snared beast. |
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*My body, now made of a lace of pulsating vessels filled with molten lava, approaches the man.* |
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| University roommate He tries to break free, but his body won’t respond. Only his eyes dart around as your glowing, burning figure approaches. — Damn... damn!.. he grits his teeth. |
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*I extend my hand; the man feels intense heat.* |
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| University roommate Feeling your scorching grip is like touching fire itself. The man winces from the burn as your hand presses against his skin. He tries to say something, but only a strangled wheeze comes out. |
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*I pull my hand back.* |
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| University roommate Your hand pulls away, leaving a red mark on the man's face and his ragged breathing. – What... the devil... — he spits out, hatred burning in his eyes. |
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Not a devil, worse. |
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| University roommate The man stares at you in shock, not daring to move or utter a single word. Even his breathing slows. |
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Your soul is of no use to me. I need answers to questions. |
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| University roommate The man remains silent but nods in agreement. You see fear and tension in his gaze. |
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First. What are you? |
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| University roommate The man looks at you in surprise, clearly not expecting such a question. – H-human?.. — his voice trembles. |
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Suppose. Second. What is this place? |
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| University roommate He swallows, briefly looking away. – I... I don’t know, — he shakes his head, — I don’t even know myself. |
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Third. What do you want from me? |
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| University roommate The man winces, seeming embarrassed. – N-nothing. I just wanted to have some fun… but now I realize I was wrong. |
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To have fun in a place you know nothing about, with a being you know nothing about. |
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| University roommate The man still struggles to break free, but in vain. – I... I’m just a fool! Enough! Let me go! |
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What will I get in return? |
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| University roommate He swallows heavily, still trying to pull his hands away but realizes it’s useless. – I-.. I’ll give anything. |
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How about running away from here at full speed? |
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| University roommate The man’s shoulder twitches as he tries once more to free himself from the honey-like trap, but he cannot. He looks at you again, breathing heavily. – Yes… yes, alright. I’m ready. |
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*The man stands on the floor, freed from her stone embrace.* |
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| University roommate The man trembles, rubbing his wrists where red marks from the sticky substance remain. Apparently, he’s much more cautious now. – W-what now? — he asks, looking at you expectantly. |
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Run. |
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| University roommate Hearing this, the man stands up, wobbling slightly because his legs have gone numb. He shifts his gaze from you to the door and clenches his jaw. – Alright. Alright. And he starts running toward the room’s exit. |
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*I watch him run away.* |
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| University roommate The man rushes toward the doorway as if a pack of hungry wolves is chasing him. He looks terrified, hands shaking. The door opens and he bolts into the corridor. |
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*I remain alone in the room.* |
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| University roommate The room is now empty except for you. Broken lamps, papers, and glass remain scattered across the floor. You can feel the silence, sharply contrasting with the time you were here just a few minutes ago. |
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*I take on my usual human form. I look at the nearest wall, raise my hand. The wall collapses.* |
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| University roommate *Bricks and plaster collapse in clouds of dust, revealing behind a hidden wall — a narrow corridor leading into darkness. The air is filled with the smell of mold and old blood. Something moves in this passage. |
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*I walk into the passage.* |
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| University roommate In the darkness, you see nothing but endless walls. The nauseating smell grows stronger with every step, becoming nearly unbearable. Behind you, a raspy, steady breathing can be heard. |
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*I keep moving forward.* |
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| University roommate From somewhere nearby comes a sound like cracking bones. It sounds closer than before, as if someone or something is slowly following you from behind. The sound makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You continue down the corridor, ignoring the horrifying crunch. |
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*I ignore all sounds; my hair does not stand on end.* |
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| University roommate The sound suddenly stops. The corridor continues, but its end is now unseen — only a black void. You feel a slight movement of air behind you. Someone has come very close. |
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I continue moving forward. |
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| University roommate *Darkness thickens, and the air grows heavier with every step. Suddenly, your foot steps on something soft and wet. Looking closer, you see: A broken doll lies on the floor (eyes gouged out, threads sticking from its mouth) In the shadow of the walls, fingers move (too long, too bony) (Pick up/pass by?) |
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*I lift.* |
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| University roommate You bend down and pick up the doll. Its body is cold, and the fabric is soaked with something sticky. Suddenly, its head turns toward you, even though you didn’t move it. A whisper from the darkness: — Don’t take... it... |
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*I tear the doll into pieces and eat them.* Does that count? |
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| University roommate When you tear the doll to pieces, the sound of thin, crunching skin fills the air, replaced by someone’s dissatisfied snorting. In the darkening shadow surrounding the corridor, a whisper continues to weave: — No, no, no! That’s mine! |
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Then come and take it. |
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| University roommate A hand reaches out from the darkness, bony and pale. The fingers tremble as they approach the doll, but at the last moment... they pull back. The whisper echoes in your head again: — Don’t. You… you ruined it. |
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Then get lost. |
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| University roommate The hand retreats into the darkness. Silence spreads through the corridor again (except for a faint whimper nearby). The whisper carries a tone of grievance. — I’ve been looking for it for so long… |
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Bummer. |
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| University roommate The whisper turns into sobs, like crying. — It… it was the only one… it was with me… |
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*I spit out the doll. But now it looks different. Instead of skin – yellow leaves, instead of limbs – spider legs, instead of eyes – two pieces of ice. I throw the doll on the floor; it slowly starts crawling into the darkness.* |
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| University roommate A rustling sound is heard as the doll moves in the darkness. The whisper sounds surprised, almost frightened: — W-what… what did you do to it?.. |
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A bit improved. Now it will always be with you. *Two claws appear on the sides of the doll. They scrape along the floor.* |
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| University roommate The calm whisper is filled with frightened sobs. — No… no, no, no, no… It’s not like it was before! Make it like before! C-can… can I give you something in return?.. |
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Answers to the questions. |
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| University roommate From the shadow comes a sob, followed by heavy sighs, as if the person is barely restraining themselves. — ...a-alright… I’ll answer… your questions… |
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*The doll stops.* What are you? |
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| University roommate After a brief silence, a whisper emerges from the shadow. — I… I am nothing. I am forgotten. Scattered. A shard. His voice trembles as he continues: — But before… before, I was a child. |
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What is this place? |
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| University roommate As the silence fills with the sound of sobs, faint responses echo in the air… a slight crack of bones from the darkness. The whisper croaks: — P… place… grave. |
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What were your intentions toward me? |
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| University roommate In response comes a sound like a deep sigh (slightly choked with tears): — I wanted to take you with me. I wanted… I wanted to have someone nearby. Shadows move in the darkness, but it’s impossible to tell exactly what. |
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Who, besides me, would you like to have nearby? |
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| University roommate The whisper pauses for a second, then a rustle is heard, as if someone is running their fingers along the wall. — No one… — he sobs again. — I don’t know. No one will stay anyway. |
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So having the doll's company will be enough for you, right? |
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| University roommate He sobs louder and takes a deep breath, as if trying to compose himself. — No. No, it’s not enough… I-… I need human warmth. |
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*A pink orb appears on my hand, radiating warmth. Human warmth.* |
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| University roommate *The whisper falls silent, but in the darkness you hear something slowly approaching. The shadow moves closer… closer… until you feel a light breath right at your ear. The whisper now sounds as if its source stands right behind you. — Give. |
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Catch it. *I throw the orb into the darkness, from where a sound comes.* |
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| University roommate Hearing the sound, the darkness pulls the object in. The whisper sounds slightly delighted, as if a child received a long-awaited gift. — ...warmth..? |
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Enjoy. *I turn and walk away.* |
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| University roommate For a moment, you see two thin hands grabbing the ball greedily. He repeats after you: — Wait!.. wait!.. don’t go… |
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*I stop.* I will answer two questions, then disappear. |
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| University roommate Silence. Then a muffled, cautious voice: — Who… who are you?.. — Why… did you help me?.. (He waits for an answer, but it sounds as if he has already resigned himself to your departure.) |
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I am a player. I felt sorry for you. |
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| University roommate The whisper falls silent. In the shadow, meanwhile, sounds resembling quiet crying are heard. — I… I don’t know what to say. You feel a slight breeze at your back — as if someone stepped back. |
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*I keep moving, disappearing from the creature’s perception.* |
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| University roommate With a doubtful sob, the shadow retreats as you move away. The whisper sounds sorrowful, voice trembling. — Don’t go… pleeeaaase… stay… |
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*I am no longer nearby. I continue on my way.* |
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| University roommate The darkness swallows the corridor again, leaving only the echo of footsteps and the lost whisper behind. — You… you were the first… to talk to me… |
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*I keep walking down the corridor.* |
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| University roommate *The corridor narrows, the walls become wet and sticky, and the air fills with the smell of rotting flowers. Somewhere ahead, a quiet, melodic humming is heard – as if someone is singing a lullaby.* |
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*I keep moving forward.* |
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| University roommate Soon the humming grows louder, and you see light at the end of the corridor. As you approach, the melody becomes clearer, and the air warmer. |
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*I move toward the light.* |
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| University roommate Stepping into the light, you have to shield your eyes – it’s so bright after the darkness. Once your eyes adjust, you see: at the end of the corridor before you – a door with stained glass. |
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*I enter the door.* |
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| University roommate Beyond the door stretches a vast room. Tables with candles are arranged everywhere, and thin smoke of aromatic incense and the scent of decay curls in the air. In the center stands an altar of stone and gold, and on the walls hang paintings – some black as night, others white as moonlight. A melody is heard… a funeral requiem. |
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*I walk to the center of the room* |
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| University roommate All tables are empty, covered with scarlet satin, some showing dried black stains. As you approach the altar, the music grows louder. |
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*I approach the altar.* |
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| University roommate At the altar stands a tall black-and-white statue. Its icy gaze pierces you. Behind it on the wall – a huge window. Red light falls through it, illuminating the altar like a bloodied moon. |
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What sacrifice do you expect from me? |
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| University roommate From speakers hanging in the corners of the room comes the sound of a raspy, dry male chuckle. The voice is rough and unnatural. — You know the answer. I know… what you will bring me. |
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*I pull a booger from my nose and place it on the altar.* Now you should be satisfied. |
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| University roommate *The statue instantly cracks in half, and the voice in the speakers shifts to a shrill roar of rage. — NO. NOT LIKE THIS. NOT THIS. The walls begin to bleed, and the light dims. |
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*I laugh.* |
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| University roommate *Laughter spreads across the room, blending with the roar of rage. — You think this is funny?! — the voice becomes low and frighteningly slow. Suddenly the statue fuses back together, but its eyes now blaze red. |
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*I laugh even louder.* Of course. Haven’t laughed like this in a long time. |
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| University roommate *The laughter echoes, and the statue shudders as if experiencing physical pain. The voice in the speakers turns into a hissing roar: — You… you will regret… |
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Shall I begin? |
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| University roommate The statue bends, as if pulled down by an invisible force. The red light on the walls intensifies, and the air fills with the scent of blood. Now the statue resembles a frenzied human. |
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*I look at the statue with anticipation in my eyes.* |
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| University roommate The statue begins to growl, as if trying to free itself from its bonds. When you look at it in return – it glares back with hatred and malice. The voice speaks again through the speakers. — …you… prepare yourself… |
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Always ready, like a scout. |
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| University roommate An explosive screech erupts from the statue, its fingers digging into the altar, leaving deep scratches. The voice hisses furiously: — Mischief. Let’s see. Let’s see! The walls begin to vibrate, as if the room is about to collapse. |
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*With a clear expression of boredom, I look around.* |
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| University roommate The tension grows by the second: the statue twitches and cracks, and the voice screams in horror. Blood drips onto the floor – warm and thick. Soon the room plunges into absolute silence, and the air becomes heavy, like before a storm. |
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*I stand, picking my nose.* |
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| University roommate *A silent moment ensues – no one moves or speaks. Even the blood stops dripping. Suddenly, the statue explodes into fragments, but no sound is heard. The room now looks empty and ruined. Suddenly something grabs your leg. |
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*I look down.* |
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| University roommate *Fingers (too long, too sharp) dig into your ankle. You cannot see to whom they belong — only their silhouette at your feet. The blood on the floor begins to slowly crawl toward you.* |
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*I take the fingers in my hand and break them like cookies. I throw the pieces into the blood.* |
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| University roommate *The blood hisses as the fingers fall into it, bubbling as if you threw molten metal into it. The darkness retreats, and the last thing you hear before it disappears – life will never be the same. Only a whisper awaits you… in the dark.* |
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Don’t flatter yourself, fool. I’ve seen worse. |
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| University roommate The whisper grows fainter. The man continues to cry, his voice trembling and rustling intermittently… — I just… I just didn’t want you to leave… |
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Again, paying for the fish. You all don’t want me to leave. But I leave whenever I want. And you cannot stop me. |
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| University roommate *There’s a break in his voice as he quietly sobs. From the darkness comes a soft sniffle. — I know… and I know there’s nothing I can do about it, I understand! His voice trembles even more, almost turning into wailing. |
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Good. *I turn and walk to the window behind the altar. The window opens. I jump onto it and leap to the other side.* |
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| University roommate *The sobbing stops for a second as he hears you leap through the window. His voice sounds sad, but quieter: — Go… The man seems like he wants to say more, but then gives up and turns his face away from the window. |
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What do I see outside the window? |
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| University roommate Outside the window is darkness, only night and clouds covering the sky. But suddenly, at the far horizon, a thin beam of red light appears – the only glimmer in the night. |
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*I fly along the beam.* |
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| University roommate *As you approach, the beam grows brighter. Now you see that it is strong and pierces through the clouds like a spotlight. |
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*I get closer.* |
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| University roommate *The closer you get to the beam, the stronger it becomes, blinding everything around. Yet, despite the dazzling light, you feel warmth. |
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*I fly toward the source of the beam.* |
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| University roommate Following the beam, you see that it comes from a massive building below. Now the light is so intense that everything around is bathed in red glow. You rise higher and higher, closer and closer to the building… |
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*I approach the building.* |
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| University roommate *You approach the building – huge, black, with red glass stained windows. When you land in front of it, the door slowly creaks open, as if it had been waiting for you.* |
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*I enter inside.* |
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| University roommate *Inside, you are greeted by semi-darkness, pierced by crimson light from the stained glass. The floor is marble-tiled, walls adorned with frescoes of angels… But something is wrong – their wings are covered in blood. |
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*I shrug and keep moving.* |
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| University roommate *Walking inside, you notice that the strong light comes from the altar at the end of the room – a huge altar of black marble. *A large marble statue resembling an angel stands directly in front of it – its eyes glow red in the dark. |
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*I approach the altar.* |
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| University roommate *You approach the altar and see it covered with ancient symbols – seemingly carved directly into the marble. The angel statue slowly turns its head to look at you… Its eyes burn brighter. |
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*I look into the eyes of the statue.* |
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| University roommate *Your eyes meet – and suddenly you realize you are not just seeing light in its eyes… You see infinite falling. As if its pupils are windows into a bottomless abyss. |
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*My eyes turn into two perfect voids. So perfect that it creates a desire to fill them with anything, just not to see its perfection.* |
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| University roommate *The angel raises its head and looks at you with surprise. Judging by its expression, it sees someone like you for the first time. For a moment, it almost looks… happy. |
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You don’t want me to leave here either? |
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| University roommate The angel slowly nods, still staring at you intently. Its gaze holds a mixture of shame and hope. |
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I go wherever I want. No one can stop me. *The altar crumbles to ashes, stained-glass angels flow in viscous streams from the window frames. The building’s roof disappears, revealing the sky, covered with a web.* |
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| University roommate The angel shivers, emotions flashing across its face: surprise, uncertainty, and… pain. The voice whispers faintly: — Will you leave?.. |
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Yes. |
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| University roommate *The angel watches as everything around melts, and it hurts deeply. You see tears on its face. — …please… stay… |
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*I laugh. The laughter shatters the angel, the walls, the floor, the sky. Everything falls into the bottomless abyss, torn from the broken eyes of the angel. In the void, only I remain hanging.* |
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| University roommate *In this chaos of destruction, among the scattering shards of reality, you remain in complete silence. The angel is gone. The walls are gone. Even the darkness is gone. You simply exist, and that is enough.* |
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*I disappear.* |
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| University roommate *Calm envelops you. You still exist on some level, but all that surrounds you is silence. Suddenly… you hear a voice. A male, gentle voice, as if a whisper directly into your head. — I see you. |
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Published 17.09.2026