❗Follows the plot and characters of the Choices game: It Lives in the Woods
(Rᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ Pʟᴀʏ-Cʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ)❗
ѕoмeтнιng old and powerғυl lιveѕ ιn тнe тown oғ weѕтcнeѕтer
and ιт ĸnowѕ yoυr naмe
9 ĸιdѕ ѕтυмвled acroѕѕ ѕoмeтнιng тнey ѕнoυ...
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"NOAH!" I yelled, "Noah, don't listen to her!"
"The only way I can be freeee."
"S-she's a liar!" I cried, but the black seemed to pour into Noah's eyes, and suddenly Noah flew to his feet.
"It's the only way..." he said, entranced. He bent down and grasped the knife, twirling the gleaming object in his hand. Noah's face was a blank canvas, void of any emotion or thought as Jane crept behind him, whispering into his ear.
"Noah, she's using you! Noah if you don't snap out of it, one of us is about to die," I snarled.
Noah didn't even seem to register I was there, but slowly he turned to me, his gaze looking to the wall behind me before snapping to meet mine.
"The only way."
I struggled against my bonds as Noah neared me, the knife raised in his hand. "Jane, let him go!"
"Noooo."
"Then let ME go, make this fair, let me fight! Unless, unless you're scared?" I taunted, feeling my fear dissipate underneath the weight of my anger.
