>>39130060
>Just browse your usual boards and see where the night takes you

>>39130060
>Set up key recording software and a screen recorder...see if anything happens if you black out again

Waiting on a tie breaker, then writing will commence.

>>39130060
>Set up key recording software and a screen recorder...see if anything happens if you black out again.

This sounds like shonky business.

>>39130060
>Set up key recording software and a screen recorder...see if anything happens if you black out again
I just watched Come Back To Me. Freaky.

You had purchased some cheap office monitoring software. Your lost time makes no sense, and when you’ve investigated it in the past your entire day’s browsing history was gone. Your ISP provided you with information...only for you to discover a rotating network of virtual private networks.

More questions...and you had none of the credentials or information to retrieve access passwords or user names for them.

Installing the software package, you think about being hungry and rummage through your cupboards for something. An oat and honey bar will do right now. No sense in cooking while you want your attention to the glowing screen in the dimly lit place you call home.

There was a time when you had a warmer home. Not literally warmer...it’s plenty hot here...but emotionally. You remember being among family before this, but you haven’t spoken to them in…

How long has it been?

The crunch of the bar and sweet flavor expands across your teeth and tongue as you sit down and progress through the installation wizard. Once all is said and done, a great fatigue overtakes you...bringing you to stumble over to your bed.

Dawn breaks your slumber, its still early. Sitting up in your chair, you look about confused. Did you clean last night, anon? Didn’t you go to bed shortly after...what did you do?

Its all so far away. Oh well, its your day off. Whats this floppy paper rolled up in your hand? Why is it torn up?

>Investigate apartment
>Investigate self
>take a shower
>Investigate your computer
>Acquire breakfast
>Investigate t͏̷̱̝͍̯̯̯͠ó̤̪̻͎͙̭͍r̖͟ͅn̸̹̜̫͠ ͍̫̦̙̠p̟͉̬̥a̛͔͠p͔̰̩͝ḛ͕̮̰̭̱ŕ̡̟͚͢
>write in

>>39130610
>Investigate t͏̷̱̝͍̯̯̯͠ó̤̪̻͎͙̭͍r̖͟ͅn̸̹̜̫͠ ͍̫̦̙̠p̟͉̬̥a̛͔͠p͔̰̩͝ḛ͕̮̰̭̱ŕ̡̟͚͢
>Check if we're still dreaming or not

>>39130610
>>39130610
Investigate self and torn paper.

Big Changes Quest when?

>>39130610
>Investigate self
then
>investigate computer

Better safe than sorry, I say.

>>39130610
>Investigate t͏̷̱̝͍̯̯̯͠ó̤̪̻͎͙̭͍r̖͟ͅn̸̹̜̫͠ ͍̫̦̙̠p̟͉̬̥a̛͔͠p͔̰̩͝ḛ͕̮̰̭̱ŕ̡̟͚͢

So

Torn paper & Dreaming/Self

Unfolding the roll of frayed paper, you find yourself holding the ripped and glossy pages of a comic book. Not a whole book, and no cover. Oddly enough the first face pages of a book...the back of page five is just a faded advertisement.

Even though the paper is new, there are punctures throughout it. Water damage. Eyes crossed out and inked over. Text bubbles filled in with marker. The first page stands out. The primary colors of the singular traveled and worried figure evokes a strange sense of familiarity in you. Though you know what floppy books you own...this is not one of them. Wait, there one the first page, that character in primary colors, one of their eyes isn’t crossed out...its bloodshot.

Shaking your head to clear the cobwebs, you take stock of yourself. Are you dreaming? Pinching yourself elicits an unfamiliar pitch of a pained yelp. You are far more sensitive than you remember being, skin smoother, and voice higher. Rising quickly, feeling alien in doing so, you take yourself to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Still anon...but something isn’t right. Unbuttoning your blouse, you take a look at your neck and speak experimentally a few times.

“What’s wrong?” you wonder aloud.

Nothing is wrong. Why did you think something was wrong, anon. You are anon, even if you feel like you’ve forgotten something. What did you forget?

You are anon. You are all anon, even if she doesn’t realize it.

>You did something to your computer, didn’t you?
>Get showered, at least wash the stink of work off of you from last night
>Read something, you’re being on too many hardcover and softcover volumes for assorted fandoms.
>Write in

*you're behind on too many hardcover

>>39131069
>Get showered, at least wash the stink of work off of you from last night

>>39131069
>You did something to your computer, didn’t you?

>>39131069
>Get showered. At least wash the stink of work off of you, from last night.

This is weird...

Writing. Voting period going forward reduced to 10 minutes so we can get more done.

I wish I could do more.

>>39131287
Everything will be A-Okay. You're doing fine, anon.

That said, it is a bit of a bad time for it, but you've got at least 6 to 8 people here.

Gyoji you weren't eaten by some monster?

With a frustrated sigh, you place the torn pages next to the sink and finish unbuttoning your blouse, underclothes, and slacks and place them in your hamper. The familiar snowflake patterns of your shower curtain greet you as your turn to your shower, sliding them aside you run the hot water.

Catching a glance back at the mirror, you wonder why you are looking at yourself so oddly. You never sit right with most mirrors, your reflection always seems skewed to you. Looking at something else, like it can’t quite look you in the eyes.

Either way, it isn’t good to stare at mirrors for too long.

Cascades, falls, runs, sputters. So many words are used to describe showers, why are you thinking about others describing showers? Its probably nothing. As you cleanse yourself of the previous night. The soaps you use are rough on your skin, astringent and biting. That at least is familiar. I'd suggest you use a moisturizing soap, but to each their own.

As you lather your hair, someone knocks on the door. Not on your bathroom door, that door is open. For some reason you are hesitant to close doors when already inside a locked space. Its definitely the door to your flat.

That alone is strange, you should have had to buzz someone in first. No, wait, was that somewhere else where you buzzed people in?

Someone is knocking on the door.

>Call out that you’ll be a moment
>Ignore it, you can’t think about the other side right now
>Grab a towel and answer it, it must be important
>write in

>>39131488
>Grab a towel and answer it. It must be important.

>Also, keep a hold onto the torn piece of paper. Just to be safe.

I assume that we're female, because >blouse?

>>39131530

You are Anon. You are all anon, whether he realizes it or not

You are anon. You are all anon, even if she doesn’t realize it

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>>39131558
Clever girl.

I'll just assume that our gender is 'anon'.

>>39131587
It, like the world around you, is variable.

You are all anon of course

And I'm not worried about monsters...they should be the farthest thing from your mind...

but, its not behind you.

>>39131488
>Grab a towel and answer it, it must be important

>>39131488
>>Grab a towel and answer it, it must be important

Writing momentarily, having a sandwich. I'll treasure it.

Why would you think about me being eaten by a monster? There’s a sound coming from behind the door and a showering running down you. Monsters should be pretty far from your thoughts. I’m not worried about monsters...though they should be far from your thoughts...be careful.

Either way, you turn the water off and hastily wrap your waist with a towel. Leaving the complex mandala of your shower curtain and mat behind you. Taking just a second to shake some of the extra moisture off so you don’t drip all over the hardwood floor, you head out to the front door of your small apartment.

With your large and rough hand, you reach out for the latch, keeping the chain in position before opening the door. It might be important, you don’t normally get visitors.

Hell, it might even be the super. Maybe they can help with...what could they have helped with. You think you asked him about words you couldn’t quite recall.

Where they painted on the side of the building? Written for you and shoved in your mailbox. You aren’t sure. Why aren’t you sure.

You open the door. Why did you open the door? Don’t you know what’s on the other side of the door?!

>Its a package for you, left alone in the hallway, red handprints on the sides
>It’s me, I brought you this and came to warn you...but its too late, she’s-
>No one, but there is a long knife stained red embedded in your door
>She’s down the hall, wearing a yellow jacket and smiling at you sinisterly

>>39131922
>>She’s down the hall, wearing a yellow jacket and smiling at you sinisterly

>>39131922
>Its a package for you, left alone in the hallway, red handprints on the sides
>It’s me, I brought you this and came to warn you...but its too late, she’s-
>No one, but there is a long knife stained red embedded in your door
>She’s down the hall, wearing a yellow jacket and smiling at you sinisterly
I live on the edge

>>39131922
The way you write... it's as if the MC can hear us in their thoughts. It's adding an extra creep-factor that I'm loving, right now.

>She's down the hall, wearing a yellow jacket and smiling at you sinisterly.

What could possibly go wrong?

>captcha : tosti

I think the captcha's telling me that it's about to get toasty up in this bitch.

>>39131963
I must apologize, anon, but these are mutually exclusive moments. For example, how could I be holding a package for you if its on the ground and stained with my bloody handprints?

>>39131922
>Its a package for you, left alone in the hallway, red handprints on the sides

>>39131922
>She’s down the hall, wearing a yellow jacket and smiling at you sinisterly
>Doubt our sanity

>>39131922
>>Its a package for you, left alone in the hallway, red handprints on the sides

went to suptg

It was already archived

Description: Prelude. I'll miss you.
Tags: Collective Game, Unimportant, Forgotten things, goodbye

Writing

Damnit...she beat me there. Hurry, there isn't much time.

She isn't one of mine...I don't know what she can do!

I was too slow...she beat me to you. Damnit.

“Hello?” you offer her in your confusion.

You aren’t safe, but you don’t know that yet. You don’t know what she is, frankly I don’t know exactly what she is. Well, even if I don’t know what she can do...I know why she is dangerous. She’s free of the influence you and the other’s have over you, anon.

She’s free of it. She’s chosen where to throw her support behind.

Her smile intensifies and the colors of t̷͜ḩ͞é̶͢ ͘͢҉w̴̛or̨͘l̴͘͝d̛ invert for a barely perceivable instant. Instead of standing all the way down the hall, she’s in front of you with murder and scorn in her eyes. She didn’t move? How did she! A knife is in her hand and you snap the thin space of the door into the frame. It stakes between and manages to sever the chain, but the thin blade snaps against the force of your burly weight against the heavy door.

It wasn’t always this heavy? Was it responding to a need? You have to get away from her. At least for now you’re safe in here. A piece is already inside. I’ll try to get to you.

She is knocking on the door again. Its rapid and her voice is interspersed with panting.

“USELESS!” she repeats as she thumps, empty handed against the door.

>Grab the broken knife
>Grab the torn comic
>bolt the door

&

>Go out the window
>Go to your computer
>Go to the mirror
>Go to your bed
>Brace against the door

>>39132255
>>Grab the torn comic
>>Go to your computer

Be the true anon, also more anons will help maybe? Fuck if I know

>>39132255
>Grab the torn comic
>Go to your computer

>>39132255
Well, fuck me tender, I can barely decipher what's going on.

>Grab the torn comic
>Go to the mi -

>>39132308
Nevermind.

>Go to the computer, instead of the mirror.

>>39132255
Bolt door
Go to computer

>>39131922
>Grab the torn comic
>Go to your computer, check the recording
And, if possible
>Try to communicate with her

>>39132255
>>bolt the door
>Go to the mirror

writing

Backing away from the door, you break into a run to the bathroom leaving the towel fluttering behind you. Why did you even have a towel? Grabbing the steam dampened comic, you fold it up as best you can without causing further damage. What luck, there seems to be creases in it already, that done you put it in your pants pocket before charging out to the living area of your apartment. Flat? Condo? House? You aren’t quite sure, neither am I. I haven’t gotten there yet.

Sitting down, the thumping and knocking on the door falls away. There is only your chair, the keyboard, and whatever point and click device you expect. Mouse, touchpad, trackball, tablet and stylus. Whatever you expect to use and navigate your familiar device. Some of you have been here the entire time. Some of you might be on a phone. It doesn’t matter, you’re here all the same.

Its still on, and a quick glance at the drop down menu on your open web browser reveals your history was cleared again. Luckily you were prepared this time.

“OPEN UP!” she crows from what feels like miles away before whining, “Come oooooooooon, I can’t assassinate you if I can’t get in!”

No, you guess she can’t.

Going through the key recordings...it looks like you were writing somethings. Browsing /co/, /a/, and /tg/. And you sent an email from an unfamiliar account.

You asked me to come help, and to try and warn the others. You didn’t know I was already...but that’s okay. I’d do my best to help. I have it for you, and I’ll get it to you as soon as I can.

Your email was in response to me letting you know something. That when you find her, not the one who is after you now, that you need to ask her to tell you about it. Her fanfiction. She has the pieces you need. All of you. Maybe she’ll be after her as well.

You don’t know what they’re up to, and if they get her...it could be bad.

Back to now.

>>39132760
Looking through your history, you note descriptions of things, threads, on your familiar board. All games go there, so do these. Pursuing the links, they all 404. Odd, they’re less than three hours old. None of them are in the catalog. None of them are in the 24 hour archive.

You remember something...from other blackouts. Things disappearing . Threads, quests, and other things vanishing like no one remembered them. That isn’t important, is it? Why are things vanishing?

No, there’s something else.

The things you were writing...they were short things, labeled as reactions for an unorthodox storytime. You promised, under an unfamiliar trip, to do a story time of some comic...except not.

You’d post your reactions to pages as you read them and not post the images...because they were supposed to be dangerous?...it looks like you were prewriting them here. You’re only five pages in.

Page 1
The costume design is striking, The radiant nature from center to the exterior is pleasant. Brightest of the primary colors in the center and then radiating out in order of less brightness. He appears haggard, and has not yet been introduced to us. This is the beginning but I feel he has been somewhere else.

Page 2 & 3
He speaks to me, its jarring given my own issues with memory. Lost time that I can’t account for, empty screens in front of me. He knows me and understands I don’t know him yet. He pleads to stay as something creeps in around him. He’s been followed, we’re being watched. His warning falls on deaf ears as I wish to continue. One bloodshot eye pleads as it closes in. These things, reminds me tertiarily of something geiger would have drawn...though not sexual. Otherwise formless trendrils.

>>39132778
Page 4
This struck me as odd. To be reading and describing the book you yourself are within. Who are you to want to discuss this with me, you are not hte man in yellow blue and red. With the bloodshot eye.

Page 5
Why do I need to be told how important this is, not a dream or imaginary or a hoax, who are all of you to hold any sway here. Scientists and grandiose labs and being reminded what this is and is not by the super text of th

You stopped there, and you have to stop here.

There is a ripping sound above your bed as the edge of a knife is forced into reality. Just like the color of the world inverting and the girl closing the distance outside in a blink, you feel a sickness in your stomach. Things like this don’t happen. There is nothing like this that is supposed to happen. It can’t be real. This isn’t some /x/ creepy pasta. Well, old /x/ not new /x/.

This isn’t a world where things like this can happen. When the fabric of reality hangs ragged in mid air as a small girl with a yellow jacket shoves her face into a space where she can be seen by you.

“Here’s Sakuya!,” she guffaws and forces her way through to land on your bed in a crouch while the fissure in time and space floats and is stretched in her passing.

Its huge and luminescent, the empty space hanging over your bed. Air pressure is being displaced, and wind begins to pick up moving toward the sundered hole. Shit, she got in before we could meet up!

Reflexively, you throw a loose manga volume from your desk at her, she swats it aside and it tumbles into the fissure. Sailor Moon volume 1. Its okay, it was supposed to happen. It will be found in a garden a few weeks ago, by the one they don’t need.

>Rush her! You’re twice...half? about? her size. Hopefully you settle on one before impact
>Out the window! Hurry!
>Back to the door, it gave her trouble before
>Talk to her, what does she want?
>Stare her down, hang on. I'm coming

this pace has been quick.

breathing down my neck.

Updating on the run

>>39132795
Nope nope nope nope nope nope.

>Get your ass out of the window. You seem to be nebulous enough to fit through things anonymously.

PLEASE GET HERE FASTER.

>>39132795
>Out the window! Hurry!

>>39132795
>Out the window! Hurry!

>>39132795
>Out the window! Hurry!
>check if we can actually make it out incase we live on a third floor or up
Here is a guess, do we have multiple personalities?

>>39132795
>>Out the window! Hurry!

Hey you have a gun, no trust me you do now start firing

>>39132888
Do you? I guess if one of you does...that's not imporant.

>>39132795
>Out the window! Hurry!

>>39132795
>>Stare her down, hang on. I'm coming

>>39132896
...

OH. Oh, I get what's going on, now.

Thanks, anon. I think I know how to proceed, from here.

>>39132896
>>39132932
Do you have one? You might...is it really there in your hand?

Are you sure this is what's happening. So sure that she isn't already behind you...or one of the others? We it seems we'll be meeting soon.

Writing through broken glass.

>>39132983
It's not in our hand, but we know where to get one. Any anon who visits /k/ knows where to get a gun, or where they've kept their gunstash.

But make sure it's a revolver, just to piss those anti-revolverfags off.

You’ve already lost time, and she’s already here. Breaking away from your computer, you hurl yourself to the window. Glass shatters and doesn’t, some windows are closed, was your window open? And you roughly find yourself on the fire escape.

Rolling, you take to the narrow stairs and proceed down as she shouts above you. Broken glass and errant vermind birds sucked into the rapidly forming wind tunnel of your apartment. Looking up, you see her climb from the window against the force and prime herself to throw a knife at you.

Above her, pouring over the edge of the top floor is an avalanche of black. Faces that are empty save for steady and unblinking eyes, skin with the surface tension of that popular kids tv network brand slime stuff but the color of blackened and burnt wood at midnight on a new moon.

You keep moving, she pauses to look up at them.

“Finally!” she barks, “What kept you!? get him!”

You hit the ground, the alleyway, running. You aren’t breaking a sweat. No, you are, your legs are heavy. Finding new resolve, you make it too the street when a hand grabs your wrist.

“Anon!” I cry out exasperated, brown paper wrapped package under my arm, “Come on, I have a car around the corner! I brought the words!”

>Break away from me and run the other way
>Come with me, even if I can't promise you answers
>Say you can’t run. You need to stand and fight
>Take the package and run
>Take the package and stay

>>39133275
Literally what is going on.

FUCK IT. Gun this shit hard. You probably have some heat packed in your glove compartment or something.

>Come with OP. Hopefully, you are not being a faggot, today, OP.

>>39133275
>Come with me, even if I can't promise you answers

>>39133275
>Take the package and run

>>39133275
>>Come with me, even if I can't promise you answers

It's not like OP would disappear on us or anything

>>39133275
>>Come with me, even if I can't promise you answers

Despite the confusion spreading across your features, you nod and lean into my pull as we tear off away from the alley. Sparing a glance behind, you see a wave of the things made of midnight wash out of the alley and scramble over everyone and everything.

They don’t notice, the people, even one one of them vanishes in the dark entirely...not to re-emerge when the flow of creatures pass. Those ahead of the wave and to the side flatten against buildings and the ground, becoming flat and scurrying at speed in a manner reminiscent of a cockroach caught in the light.

They don’t hone in on cover, however. They’re coming for you.

We lose sight of them when we round the corner on the next intersection. My car door is open and the engine running. A fools risk in a city, I know, but I had to get to you. I knew it was happening. Getting in the driver’s side and crawling across to the passenger seat, I am right behind you.

Slamming the door shut behind me, I shift into drive and speed off against the flow of traffic, swerving to miss being hit in a head on collision so we are finally on the correct side of the road. In the side view mirror, you see the tsunami of black break around the corner.

“I’ll try and get us some distance,” I say while shoving the package into your arms, “I can’t explain much, but I’ll parse what I can,”


>Open the package
>Freak the fuck out!
>Oh, I should put on my seat belt now.
>Check the glove compartment
>where is...that girl?

&

>What questions do you want to ask me?

>>39133489
>>Open the package

>>What took you so long?

>>39133489
>Oh, I should put on my seat belt now.
>where is...that girl?

We're tied. Extending voting, you may have to take the wheel.

No tie breakers.

Combining

I am not feeling well and headed home early, or did I?

Either way, it seems I've joined the party.

I have tea.

“What the hell took you so long,” your uncharacteristically deep voice accuses me as your reach up and buckle the seatbelt down and across your frame.

Securing yourself in your seat, I don’t think to do so as well as I ramble out a frustrated answer, weaving and passing through lanes of traffic.

“I didn’t want to run into her once I saw her,” I grouse, “And besides, you voted for her to be there before me in the first place. I had to wait and see what you’d do,”

Its an honest assessment. You could have left me assumed to be dead and the package left there for you. You could have a number of things. The choices we make are not just our own, they shape the worlds around us. Especially your choices anon. You better remember that.

You probably rolls your eyes at that answer, you either know who she was or don’t care enough to ask. Nor about the things rapidly shrinking in the rear view mirror.

What does concern you is the package thrust into your hands. Unwrapping it, you find it contains a faux stone slate covered in engraved letters. The characters are difficult to make out, but it looks like two words repeated ad nauseum. For Free.

Idly, you wonder in a moment of safe respite what happened to that girl, the one with the knives. The one who make the colors of t̷͜ḩ͞é̶͢ ͘͢҉w̴̛or̨͘l̴͘͝d̛ iinvert like a bad photoshop filter for a second and then seemed to have moved an impossible distance instantaneously.

Your idle wondering is cut short as reality gives you an answer. She lands on the hood of the car, brandishing blades and laughing. SHIT! I swerve to compensate for the force of impact and in surprise, leaving you enough time to…

>Reach to the center console and pop the hood
>Punch open the sunroof and throw the faux slate in her stupid face
>Stick your tongue out at her
>Put your chair back and brace yourself
>Demand she explain this bullshit!

>>39133944
>>Reach to the center console and pop the hood

>>39133944
Buckle the driver in an tell to slam the breaks.

>>39133944
>Reach to the center console and pop the hood

Writing

>>39134107
>>39133996
Flopping hoods can be a pain in the windshield. Just saying.

If we're doing that, still try to remind Op? to buckle up.

>>39133944
>Stick your tongue out at her
>>Reach to the center console and pop the hood

>>39134141
Someone voted to do it for me, but it didn't win.

I appreciate your concern and laugh at your observant nature, friend...but it comes too late for my safety.

>>39134210
Here lies OP, tried not to be a faggot and died

“Son of a bitch,” I curse at the dwindling turnout, “I should have put butts in a custom OP image,”

You glance at me askance before exploding into your own action. Reaching into the center console of the car, you pull on a tab that unlatches the hood of the car. The girl, as deadly as she is, is extremely light and sleight of build. The oncoming rush of air catches beneath the hood and flips up, catapulting her over head to her surprise.

Glancing up, you see her through the sunroof screaming and confused, keeping her skirt pushed down to retain some semblance of decency.

“FUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOU!” she cries out, actually crying mid flight.

Well, the good news is that you’ve removed her as a source of immediate danger. The bad news is...we can’t see the road ahead of us. Driving blind I try to slam on the brakes, but its too late. I either hit a wall or rear end someone ahead, doesn’t matter which.

The impact jars the loose fast food wrappers and other assorted trash in my back seat, sending it everywhere. Airbags deploy for driver and passenger alike, the seat belt catches you fast before the impact against the quickly expanded cushion.

I am not quite as lucky. Though the airbag stopped me from flying through the windshield...not wearing a seatbelt made me slide down enough to break my foot in the well of the seat. Part of the engine block crushed in on the pedals. I’m not trapped, but I’m hurt.

“Come on!” I choke and force open my door, as you do the same, through the haze of smoke and shattered metal, plastics, and safety glass.

>>39134210
Observant is what I do. I just hope you do well at driving in difficult situations.

>>39134336
You help me limp, not because you are self conscious of not reminding me to buckle up until it was too late...unless you are, and the two of us limp toward an alleyway as we see the black turn a corner several blocks back. The girl is picking herself up from an overturned hot dog cart, slowly and cursing all the while. Just ahead of us is a bunch of construction equipment. I ran over cones and rear ended a steam roller.

The street is littered with her knives. I grab one.

“Come on, into the alley!” I plead.

>Okay
>No, we’re going into one of these buildings
>Try and steal a car
>Onto the steam roller!
>Leave me and run...which way?

>>39134350
>No, we’re going into one of these buildings
>There's gotta be something we can use against her there!

>>39134350
>>Okay

>>39134350
>Onto the steam roller!
muda

>>39134350
Grab a knife as well.
Peer around.
>Okay
The way she can home in on us, just running isn't gonna work out, hope you have a brilliant plan in that alley.

>>39134350
>>Onto the steam roller!
Trust us we've got a great plan

>>39134431
Hm, steam roller might be too slow to deal with her, suppose it could deal with the black flood chasing us as well?

>>39134484
I'm glad somebody has a plan.

>>39134450
I'm switching my Okay to Steamroller.

I still say we should grab a knife too though!

Writing

>>39134529
Oi oi oi I said "we"

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Top image result for knife & steamroller does not reassure me.

“No, I have a plan,” you explain and lead us to the steamroller.

It was left running, and its facing the way we came from. Powering it forward, you crush the remnants of my already ruined car flat to the sound of straining metal and shattering glass. The air canister of my horn eeks out a last burst as you clear the engine block and then crush the cabin and the trunk.

The girl, Sakuya as she identified herself, pulls herself up and shakes hot dog water off her her arms and head before balking at your oncoming roller.

“Muda Muda!” you cry out and make an appropriate anime reference.

She turns to run.

“What the hell!” she groans, “That was supposed to be my gimmick!”

Colors invert again, and she is gone. Only the black mass, clearing the street of color and life in its wake approaches. You crash into it with the steamroller, seeing the writhing mass of vaguely humanoid creatures clamoring at the front and get crushed.

“We don’t have time for this!” I shout as I fend off the small things crawling up either side of the steam roller with the pilfered knife.

You are dedicated to this course, however, and continue to flatten the brunt of these things beyond. Twitching bodies and yellow eyes vanishing in puffs of black and swirling symbolic pattern red. In another moment, they’ve surrounded the steamroller, clustered around it from all sides, except from the front. Clinging and climbing all over it.

They are no longer a massive mob, just individual creatures with no presence. Ashen black surfaces in the dark with gooey texture. Eyes unblinking. Claws and antenna twitching. Vermin. They’re some kind of vermin and they’ve picked clean the direction in which you direct the steam roller. No soul or vehicle ahead in the previously crowded city.

I can’t hold them off much longer, and you still have the faux stone tablet.

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I back to the front of the vehicle, near where you drive, and plunge the knife into open air and pull down.

It leaves a ragged hole in the fabric of reality.

“This whole thing is out of time! I’m out of time, but you aren’t!” I plead again and shove the knife handle first into your hand and try to shake your from your momentarily effective glee, “I’ll hold them off, anon! You have to get out there and warn the others what’s coming!”

>Trust me, jump into the hole
>Resist me...you have a knife
>Colors again invert in t̷͜ḩé̶͢ ͘͢҉w̴̛or̨͘l̴͘͝d

>>39134874
>Colors again invert in t̷͜ḩé̶͢ ͘͢҉w̴̛or̨͘l̴͘͝d

>>39134874
>>Colors again invert in t̷͜ḩé̶͢ ͘͢҉w̴̛or̨͘l̴͘͝d
This better not go where I think it's going Gyoji

>>39134874
>Colors again invert in t̷͜ḩé̶͢ ͘͢҉w̴̛or̨͘l̴͘͝d

>>39134874
>Grab you, jump through hole.
Full retreat, we'll fight on the run!

>>39134910
>>39134926
>>39134939
For the record, this sounds like a terribly unhealthy idea.

Writing

>>39135092
When has tg ever had a good idea? Or ever listen to the OP for that matter?

>>39135142
I've seen it happen a number of times.

I don’t know where you think its going...but it goes, and it appears so must I. The colors of your reality again invert and return. Knives float everywhere around us and lance forward. Those that impact the other side of the tear I opened in front of you vanish...those that come from behind us scour across my back and pitch me forward into you.

It could have been ambiguous...but I’m okay with this. Really. I am. And perhaps you were right, this was the least healthy option.

You stumble back into the portal, and fall in. You watch as I fall flat over the steam roller’s controls, and the black things crowd around the edge of the torn hole in space and time to watch you drift away from them, hungrily. They scatter from the hole as she occupies your vision, its hard to see her as you fall away, the lights are so bright here...perhaps she has lost sight of you.

Her foot lands on my back and I groan and writhe in pain as I slowly lose consciousness...I think a few nicked my spine and I can feel fluid painfully building in my lungs.

“Damnit...I lost him,” she grouses and stomps into me godfuckingdamnit why don’t I die already, “I guess I have to move on to the next one on the list,”

Her words are lost to you as the portal fades from distance and sight...at least I was able to help you get away from her…

Its getting cold now, not for you.

See you...

You wake up from a daze with a start, staring at the screen of your computer, laptop, or phone, you’ve been playing a rather strange quest...or perhaps you are reading it in the archive.

Either way, it ended strangely. And you are left with mild confusion over just what’s going on.

I don’t much know either, but if you keep your eyes open, who knows what you'll find.

Either way, for the moment things seem to have ended, and strange things are happening.

What do you remember? Who do you remember?

Is there anything missing around your immediate vicinity?

Let me know sometime, but...

Anon, someone is knocking on the door.

I don't think we'd ever learn, I wonder who's at the door

Damnit guys, no getting Gyoji killed, we still have an atomic muscle girl to help beatdown a evil maestro.

>>39135430
It's you

End...

For now.

It doesn't really end.

>>39135451
we can rebuild him
we have the technology

>>39135478
It's not over until the last anon is done shitposting

So, /tg/.

Suppose behind a door we'll see the same scary unidentified female with a murderboner for us who is secretly Dio.
We only have basic weaponry, knowledge of a near future and a whole lot of paranoia. No QM is coming to save our ass from the fire this time around.
How do we survive?

>>39135550
Lets not wait to see who it is, jump out the window now for starters

>>39135550
Run away.

>>39135550
Well, grab important things, climb out the window, and make a break for it. I presume we have an aging car of our own to escape in.

Alright, so we make like a tree and get the fuck out of there. If events continue like before, she's gonna appear on our hood and bring her murderboner with her.

Also, where are we trying to get to? Or just going for distance? Looks like we can outrun the swarm of darkened forms, at least.

>>39135837
Did they remind anyone else of heartless?

I have a feeling murder girl was supposed to be someone. We didn't ask Gyoji when he had the chance...

And what's with this trip?

>>39135926
>You aren’t safe, but you don’t know that yet. You don’t know what she is, frankly I don’t know exactly what she is. Well, even if I don’t know what she can do...I know why she is dangerous. She’s free of the influence you and the other’s have over you, anon.
>She’s free of it. She’s chosen where to throw her support behind.
You could say that she was out of that world.

>>39135926
I was thinking Nobodies, but Heartless does match the description more.

>>39135998
Hm, fair point. Though it does seem we could affect her somewhat, or at least how quickly we met her. So indirect influence, I suppose.

>>39135998
But supporting what? What is her list of? Anons?

>>39136447
Someone in wqd seems to think she has something to do with another quest.

>>39136480
Dunno. Doesn't seem like anybody I know of.

https://archive.moe/_/search/tripcode/!!Ilm3V23lp0o%20/

>>39136771
So something is afoot, or maybe ahand, if that is tied to the rest.

>>39135837
I'd say go to a library. Books, internet, maybe other anons, or at least shelving to hide behind.

As for the hood thing, I know I always wear a seatbelt.

>>39137402
So it's showed up in a few QTGs before they got deleted/went spooky. It showed up in Eclipsed Moon Quest, Peter Parker Quest, and a Hypercrisis thread on /co/...wait, what was that comic we were reading? First page had a guy in a costume with yellow on the inside, then red, then blue? Those are the primary colors right?

>>39137685
If that's the comic, then we still have it along with the FOR FREE tablet, assuming we came back through the hole.
Speaking of, someone should really spam FOR FREE the next time qtg happens.

>>39137776
We really shouldn't shit post For Free on QTG, though I wonder about it's significance?

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>>39137685
>Those are the primary colors right?
Looks like it.

>>39137776
So at least we're carrying stuff with us? I think?

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>>39137863
Does this match?

It's got the bloodshot eye.

>>39136771
>https://archive.moe/_/search/tripcode/!!Ilm3V23lp0o%20/
At first I thought I was the witness of a dream-like quest, which I really liked.
And now I feel like I opened the wrong door and saw something I wasn't meant to see...
Great.

>>39138276
Does look like a match.
Hm, I might have to look into this now.

Funny thing is, I saw that cover at the shop the other day and went "Well, ok." I mean, I do value my life, for what little that is worth.

>>39138446
Anon, hopefully I don't need to tell you this, but actually reading this doesn't seem like a good idea.

So, reflections/mirrors are bad. Something is knocking on the door. The MC of a dead quest just tried to kill us. Other quests are involved. One of those quests has crossover characters from Evil Precure Quest & Magical Girl Noir Quest. A fake MGNQ is being run by the Hollow Quest Redux guy, both of whom last ear did crossover April fools with Peter Parker Quest (the QM that our assailant once beloved to?) and Hero Quest Rena.

And today in Weekend Quest Discussion, someone said it was funny certain things were being talked about after QM collaborations and Senran Kagura Quest were brought up.

When someone asked what was funny...they responded "Nothing Important,"

>>39138695
Meant last year, not ear
And belonged to not beloved to

>>39138485
It's weird, I am actually drawn between going to get that comic and avoiding it.

Reminds me of the sensation I felt when my tv flickered seven days after watching the Ring.
Part 'Naaah' and part full clench 'what if?'.

>>39138695
Crossovers are cool with me, as long as they don't result in my personal face being stabbed in the face. I like my face unstabbed.

>>39138977
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