Lobotomy Archive [DEMO]

Fight

You remember that you put the screwdriver from earlier in your pocket. Now that's the only weapon that can guarantee you any chance of survival. You do the smart thing and don't reach for it. Not yet. You wait for the other person to get closer, and let them think you're at a disadvantage.

They seem bewildered by your calm demeanor. Each step they take towards you fills you with dread, but you keep your composure. You see a sense of hesitance written all over their face. Something tells you that they don't want to hurt you. They don't, but they have to. They clench their teeth and point the knife in your direction, now being nearly six feet away from you.

You can see the fear in their eyes, it makes them waver. As you prepare at any given moment to pull out the screwdriver and fend for yourself, your opponent seems to suddenly have a change of heart. They put the knife down slowly and lift their hands behind their ears in a sign of surrender.

They plead with you, asking you to help them escape this place together. To find a way out of this nightmare, but you don't know if you can trust them. The dead bodies on the ground put an immense weight on your judgment. You don't want to join them in their cold slumber.

As you nod your head in agreement to accept their suggestion, the person extends their hand to seal the deal. A small smile of relief appears on their lips, but it doesn't stay there for long. You use the moment to shove the screwdriver right through their neck, killing them instantly.

You are sickened by your actions, but you must do what you must do. There was no time for lament or remorse, you have to find an exit. Just as you turn away, you hear a phone ring. The sound appears to be coming from the stranger's back pocket. You squat down to search where it is and answer it immediately.

A familiar voice calls.

"Congratulations on completing your task." It's the voice of the guy with the bandages from earlier. "You are now officially one step closer to escaping this facility. I knew you could do it. I'm so proud of you. There is just one last thing we need to do in order to proceed with this game. You'll understand when this conversation ends." They snicker and close the call.

You look at the black screen in terror, suddenly feeling your stomach turning. Alarm bells are going off in your head, but then your thoughts are interrupted by a door opening. The person with the bandages comes in, in one hand they hold something resembling an ice pick, and in the other a small metal hammer. Startled, you fall to the ground and immediately start searching for the knife to defend yourself. Just as you manage to touch the hilt, your capturer kicks it out of your hand and pins you down.

"Don't try to fight it," they say. "It will only take a few seconds. There are just some things I need you to do for me., but I can't tell you. Not now at least. It will ruin the fun. I can't let you off without doing the procedure, now that you know who you are."

You feel the sharp steel pressing against your tear canal and through your eye socket. Your whole body freezes in terror. Everything fades to black. For a split second, you remember that you've been through this before, but that memory is short-lived. Your mind goes blank again and you forget who you are once more.

You wake up with a terrible headache in a small empty room that looks like a cellar, there is nothing around you. Just a door with a note on it. You read it and it says.

"Hello, adventurer and welcome to the start of your journey. For this chapter, I'd like you to read and memorize the lines I've written for you in a notebook hidden in your pocket." You touch your pockets and sure enough, there is a notebook hidden in one of them. You also notice a bracelet around your bandaged ankle, your mind wondering how and when you managed to injure it. "Please use the scrip upon your following encounter with the person in the other room. Any deviations from the original script will be punished. I bet you already know what the electric bracelet on your ankle is for. I don't need to explain it to you. You're a smart fella."

Your leg hurts. It has been put in a cast, you have no idea when and why. There is a faint idea popping into your head, but it's so vague it might as well have been a dream. You can somewhat recall the voice of the person who imprisoned you, it floats in your brain like a familiar melody. Who is this person? What is this sick game that they're playing? It seems like they want you to make a choice, but also at the same time they take away your autonomy,

Taking a deep breath, you open the door and brace yourself for what you might find.

Nothing. Just eternal darkness. You appear to be in a long corridor with no lights. You feel the fear creeping in.

Should you proceed?

A) Yes

B) No