Halloween 2016 IF,  Interactive Fiction

Halloween 2016 IF – Day 21

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The most bizarre thing was how unsurprising that news was. There was some part of Septimus that was in shock, sure—a part that had been holding out hope that Sweet himself was normal, and things like the eyes, his eyes, were just the effects of this place, some kind of curse, something like that. But it was mostly drowned out by the sheer amount of evidence that had been hanging over his head, unacknowledged.

Honestly, this wasn’t even the weirdest thing that had happened tonight.

But at the same time, he didn’t want to let the strange banality of the realization make him too complacent. Even when he’d thought Sweet’s father was human, he’d known that Sweet had a poor relationship with him. Sweet didn’t even go by his first name, but instead his mother’s maiden name, and he’d avoided talking about his father whenever possible. Some of that was probably that he was apparently an eldritch abomination living in the basement of their family home, sure, of course, but it was clear, too, that he was using Sweet in some way. That it was his fault Sweet was cold, exhausted, tired—if not worse.

“Nice to meet you, sir,” he managed, keeping his eyes straight ahead as he continued down the hall. “My name is Septimus Boon and I’ve been dating your son for a few months now.”

He brought you here / he told you to leave him here / leave him here.

The voices came from all around, overlapping and difficult to pick out in their strange susurrations, coming in together only on the final here of each one. Septimus repressed a shiver and kept walking, slow and steady, like he wasn’t fighting the primal urge to break into a run, to just flee until this thing was left behind.

“I know, sir,” he said. “But he’s been in a bad way tonight and I’m worried about him. He was pretty weak when he came down here to see you, and he’s been down here longer than before. I just want him to be healthy and happy, so I’ve come to check on him. May I see him, please?”

Go back / pretend you saw nothing / or go ahead and / find him / but you won’t be able to leave.

The pitch blackness of where the eyes ended was around twenty feet away, he guessed, though it was difficult to judge distance in this place. He could tell he was speeding up despite his attempts to stay measured. “What do you mean?”

He’ll be gone soon / the part that makes him him / Sweet / Damien / gone / you’ve done a good job restoring his humanity / he struggled / but he’s just temporary

A placeholder /

/ a space to be filled.


I will awaken.

“I disagree, sir,” Septimus choked out. “He’s no more temporary than anyone else, and he’s a lot more than just empty space. And I’d like to see him and take him upstairs, if you’re done with him. I’m sure you’ll have another chance the next time he comes here, so if you’ll let me see him now—”


The echoes grew and rumbled and roared around him. The end of the corridor was still out of reach—ten feet? More, less? It was hard to think, the words pounding around him and through him, disrupting the pace of his heartbeat and the rhythm of his footsteps.

And then they fell silent, suddenly. Against his will, so did Septimus’s walk, feet rooting to the ground. He wasn’t sure whether his heart was still beating, feeling only a tight squeezing in his chest.

Or will you sacrifice yourself to me instead? 

He couldn’t answer, suffocating on lack of air. Wasn’t sure he should. He’d played enough games and heard enough folktales to know the danger of bartering with something like this.

On the other hand, he wasn’t sure either would get out of this alive if he didn’t offer something.

/what will you give up/yourself/him/yourheart/youreyes/
what do/
/you want to lose the least/
/those things that make you/ human/
/what will you give me so I don’t take that last
/ drop/
/of what he has that has let him/


Air rushed back in. Septimus’s feet remained frozen and he willed them to move—felt, after a moment’s aching effort, his toes wiggle. The walls seemed to be moving closer now, closing in around him, in front of him. If he ran he might be able to make it to the end.

If he could run.


[Please offer actions, thoughts, or concerns for Septimus in the Comments.]

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  • Noelle

    What a terrible father.

    If there’s anything you have that’s strong against this kind of darkness, it’s hope. Even a fraction of that hope is stronger than this creature. And if you’re worried about becoming less than human, don’t be; Sweet’s not entirely human either, and you know how you feel about him. Whatever it is that you lose, don’t despair. You’ll still be you, even without those things.

  • Ere

    Yikes this day. How do you really fight eldritch abominations? More importantly, how can you make sure of getting Sweet the hell out of here and out of this. Weird abusive relationship with monster Dad.

    … why not try asking about Damien’s mother? Also, monster Dad seems to be connected with power and time–ask his relation to that? Don’t even acknowledge the questions about what you should sacrifice, keep the Monster talking, preoccupied, and try to glean what information you can from it. Maybe even see if you can get regarding Sweet’s location and how this whole weird…possession? Thing works.

    I mean. If you’re going to possibly sell your soul here, you should get all the details first.

  • Vikarmic

    Even for an eldritch abomination from the outer dark…what a jerk, and a terrible father.

    Your priority has to be getting to Sweet and getting him the hell — pun intended — out of here. It’s worth trying to stall for time but you need to be ready if it doesn’t work; abominations from the outer dark probably aren’t subject to the social conventions that might keep him talking. Use as much time as you can get as wisely as you can, and break for it if you get the chance — but remember that even if you get through Horrordad Corridor and to Sweet, there might not be a way out except back through.

    Remember, too, that your sacrifices have power beyond what they normally would…there has to be _some_ way to use that to your advantage here. Horrordad said that you’d been nurturing Sweet’s humanity, helping him struggle. Can you consciously enhance that, even from here? Could you sacrifice the heart-charm on your necklace as though it were the horrorheart it represents? Can you channel something to help Sweet somehow, or to protect the two of you? What does Seven remember about how this works — can you bring it to mind?

    If you end up in a bind…don’t sacrifice your love, or your humanity, or your self.

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