Halloween 2016 IF,  Interactive Fiction

Halloween 2016 IF – Day 16

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You freeze up briefly as the cliffs—the eyelids—come sliding in towards you. If you don’t move, you will be crushed by them. You know that, but this isn’t exactly a situation you’ve had time to prep for. Even without memories, you are fairly certain that ‘getting crushed by blinking’ never crossed your mind as a possible way to die.

As they rush in, you force yourself to move.

First, you drop the heart down the front of your hoodie and pray that it won’t fall out the bottom as you move. Or, worse, get squished along with you. (Why is that worse? You just somehow know it is.) But you don’t know how much you’ll need your hands, and you can’t risk everything by not having them free.

You consider your options as quickly as you can, gaze flicking rapidly around, your own eyes straining for anything that might be an opportunity. You could try stomping through the soft place beneath you and hoping you slip beneath the ?ice?. You could try lunging for the cave and hoping you fall into it as the lids close, leaving you safe. You can reach up and let the horrible, unknowable, foreign stars take you.

In your confusion and growing panic—I don’t want to die! Sweet, help me!—you try to do all of them at once.

You

fall

and

go

 

t                 h                 r                  o                  u                  g                  h

 

It spins. It yanks you around and whirls you and you are sick and lost and you do not know who you are, you do not know, you do not know, you do not know.

You didn’t mean to go far, but you did. You have. You are too far, perhaps, but you feel as though you’ve been too far this entire time.

When you land, you find yourself on a hilltop. It is a cold autumn night and you are crouched, arms wrapped around your midsection to try to protect your heart. Tears are blurring your vision, and you are humiliated and afraid, sobbing, trying to catch your breath. You wish someone would shield you from this.

(“Sometimes we need other people to make decisions for us in the heat of the moment.” Who had said that? Why can’t you remember? Someone’s missing, the person who would say that. You feel a fondness for them, a jab of pain, of fear.

But that’s just another incomprehensible thought in this incomprehensible place.)

You close your eyes so you cannot see whatever might be around you and you try to pull the ragged, shaking pieces of your mind together so you can be you, practical and reasonable. You know that about yourself. That you try to stay calm even when things are beyond reason. That you’re practical. That you have a powerful imagination, sometimes, but you know how likely it is that it’s just imagination.

This isn’t.

With your eyes still closed, you stick your face down into the front of your hoodie a little, hiding. The heart is in here. Still cradling it inside, you bring it up a little to your face and inhale its scent. It smells …

???

No. You focus.

It smells… sweet. Strange. You don’t know how a heart should smell, but probably just meaty—right? This smells like sap on old, damaged trees. You remember going on a field trip once as a child and they poured the tree blood out onto the snow and told you to give it a try. You were young, and you were upset. The trees were being hurt. But when you tasted it, you tried to believe it was all right. The trees would be fine; they told you that, and they should know. That was their job. You tried to believe the trees would give it to you willingly—it tasted so good. It was so sweet.

Without meaning to, you stick your tongue out and taste the heart, a quick, tentative lick.

It’s good.

It’s sweet.

It tastes like it smells, syrup and sugar and nature.

You want to eat it.

A hand grabs your shoulder and shakes, and you jerk your head up, pretending you weren’t just rubbing your tongue over the disembodied beating heart of some unthinkable creature, that you weren’t just tasting an impossible, inhuman organ that you have stuffed into your hoodie.

You don’t recognize the man there, or, at least, you don’t think you have any way to. He’s wearing a robe, though, and you don’t think you’ve known anyone who wears robes any time except Halloween.

(Isn’t it Halloween, though?)

“Do you have it?” he asks.

You stare at him, then look around. With the tears gone, you realize that there is an altar in the clearing on the hilltop.

The man pulls you up by your shoulder. “Do you have it?” he asks again impatiently, as he drags you to the altar. “If you don’t have it, we’re right fucked. We have to wake him up or the rituals are for nothing. I swear, if you don’t have it, I’ll pull your heart out and sacrifice that instead.”

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3 Comments

  • Vikarmic

    Still do not eat the heart, since it seems you could use a reminder. Take a deep breath. Focus. You still have things to rely on, and maybe things relying on you.

    This guy seems like he might actually know something, and also like you have something he wants or needs. That’s a reasonably good combination for you! Surely he’ll answer some of your questions, and you can decide whether to do what he’s suggesting. I suggest starting with some of these, roughly in order:

    * Wake who up, and why?
    * Where is this place? How did you get here? How did he get here?
    * Whose heart even is this?
    * Why should you let him hurt it?

    Consider your sense of the ?world?, as you ask. Maybe you’ll remember something as you verbalize the questions. And in the event that you don’t like his answers, or the event things go badly, consider whether ??through?? is still an option for you.

  • A. S.

    I agree with the above comment! Some questions definitely need to be answered, and this seems like a good opportunity for that to happen. Who’s “we”? Who’s “him”? Why does the heart need to be sacrificed…? Maybe talking to this person will let you get a better handle on ?yourself? and what’s going on.

    Please don’t eat the heart.

  • Seth

    Agreed re: the questions you should be asking here (who are we waking up, why, etc) but also have an excuse ready if Robe Guy is like ‘WHY ARE YOU ASKING THIS, YOU SHOULD ALREADY KNOW.’ You can tell him yes, you’ve got it, but bringing it here seems to be messing with your head right good.

    Don’t eat the heart. Don’t bring it into sight until you have more of an idea of what’s going on one way or the other, either.

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