#but theres also no indication that it's removable either so fuck if i know

[diddlesnap]

A Saint Bernard sits at the top of the driveway

[amoosewritesfanfic]

Prompt 6: gagged

[+18]

[Shinsou Hitoshi x female reader]

[Pro hero Reader X Villain Hitoshi]

[Warnings: gags, choking, violence, mentions of blood, throat fucking, self harm, nonconsensual, mind control. It gets kinda gory at the end so beware of that!]

[I own none of the characters or art, all credit goes to the original creators]

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One of the most notorious members of the league of villains...

Hitoshi Shinsou.

You weren't expecting it, not in one bit.

Your ex classmate of sorts... you heard he went missing after the Bakugou incident when the league captured him.

You thought about him from time to time, but when you heard that he became a villain it took you by surprise.

It had been a few years and you had finally become a pro hero.

You were sent in as a team to apprehend him since he was meeting with someone important from the league but your entire team had gotten taken down by not just him but by Mr Compress.

All seven members and you were the only one gagged and bound to a chair.

Did Shinsou remember you? Or was this just him toying with you because he could?

"You're Y/N right? You were in UA." He was sitting in front of you, leaning back on the chair.

"Oh shit yeah you're gagged so I suppose that doesn't help. I can't have you talking either. You might set off that dangerous quirk of yours~" he teased with a grin.

Your quirk was words.

When activated your words have a heavy meaning behind them.

If you tell someone to stop they'll stop, if you say destroy whatever to whatever object is in front of you it destroys itself.

Its similar to Shinsous brainwash quirk but far stronger as far as you're concerned.

"Don't worry. You won't get hurt~ I'm thinking of keeping you~ I'll keep you gagged the entire time because I know how you'll get wanting to escaped... or maybe I'll cut out that pretty little voice box of yours~" as he spoke he stood up, standing in front of you as he dragged a finger along your throat making you shiver.

"If I do that your quirk is basically rendered useless." He said pulling out an army knife from his back pocket, a snide grin on his face.

Your body tensed up and your eyes widened.

"Poor kitten I wouldn't cut you up... well not yet at least. Not until I hear that pretty little voice as I fuck you silly first~"

'How cruel...' you thought to yourself.

You glared at the indigo haired man, brows furrowed slightly as means to stand or sit your ground.

"Be grateful it wasn't Shigaraki I was meeting... he would have disintegrated you, I'll get to keep you as my pet this way~" his hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb running over your cheekbone.

You pulled your face from his hand still glaring at him.

"My kitten you're being feisty. If I recall the first time we met you had me pinned down, if I recall you were dared to... you the straddled me and kissed me." He said smirking

You searched your mind for that memory he sounded happy about...

Why did you do that?

It was a dumb dare that one of the girls said you couldn't do and you decided to prove them wrong.

You couldn't look Shinsou in the eyes now.

"Do you remember? It's odd we never spoke much after that, maybe a few training sessions but nothing more." He said as he forced you to look at him.

"But my what a pretty body you have."

The blade he had in his hand gently dug into your hero suit and sliced it open.

Curse the skin tight suit...

You may regret not wearing a bra now... you were wearing tape over your nipples which he saw the moment your breasts came out in full display.

"Oh look at those perky breasts of yours. I wonder how much they'd swell up if I got you knocked up." He joked.

"Oh don't give me that look kitten~ I would never knock up someone, it's too much responsibility. I'll have to get you on the pill to make life easier." He said stroking your cheek which you didn't pull away for the time being.

His free hand peeled off the tape covering your now erect nipples, making your body tense up slightly.

"Look at you getting all excited~" he teased pulling the hand that help your chin away so he could zip down his pants, his fingers pulling out his hard length.

He was... big.

Bigger than you imagined and it fits his equally big ego.

He pulled off the gag but grabbed your face and shut your mouth by shoving his fingers into them making you whimper a little.

The pad of his fingers running along his tongue as he started thrusting his fingers in and out of yout mouth making your brows furrow slightly, he was trying to build up saliva...

Once he was happy, he pulled his fingers out and replaced it with his cock, not giving you a moment to talk.

His cock slid into your mouth with ease, he couldn't help but groan as fingers tugged at your hair and his other hand clenched your jaw.

He pulled his hips back slightly before snapping them forward burying his cock deep in your throat making you gag on it, but the male didn't stop there no.

In fact his hips started thrusting into your throat at a fast pace not giving you a second to breath out to think.

Gagging and choking noises fell from your lips as well as saliva dripping down your chin and onto your breasts.

He didn't let up, the only time he slowed down was as he neared his orgasm, his cock buried deep in your throat as it pulsated indicating that he was about to cum, his one hand tugging at your hair as he released his load with a satisfied groan.

You had no choice but to swallow his load, making your body tremble slightly, he pulled back looking down at you licking his lips.

"What got nothing to say?" He asked.

"Fuck you...-" you didn't release that he activated his quirk, your entire body was tingling as it tensed up.

He untied you and ordered you to stand up.

"I know you're really good at stitching up wounds but I do have a doctor here just in case you pass out or something... but cut out that voice box of yours can't have you destroying everything all willy nilly~" he hummed as he handed you the knife and with zero hesitation your body cut at your throat, blood splattering all over you and the floor. How your body knew where your voice box was...

Gods it was beyond you but you removed it swiftly, you felt the blood rising up your throat and into your mouth, gargling noises escaping your lips as you dropped the knife to the floor and applied pressure to your neck.

He stopped his quirk and you fell to your knees, hands holding at your neck trying to stop the blood but it was becoming hard.

You felt like you were gonna pass out.

"Theres a good kitten. The docs gonna help you now~" the indigo haired boy cooed as he moved out of the way for the doctor to attend to you.

"This is just the beginning kitten I ain't done just yet~ when you're done make sure shes cleaned up nice and good doc." Shinsou ordered getting a nod from the doctor.

What a cruel twisted thing...

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[It had to take a dark turn. I havent written a dark turn in so long and also I don't know how the human body works I'm just dumb, so if I messed that up I'm sorry lmao]

[blookmallow]

im DOING it im FIGURING SHIT OUT im making SO MANY IRON BARS now and UNLOCKING things and. progressing basically everything except my actual graveyard, which was the point of all this in the first place, but i’M GETTING THERE, AT LEAST :’) 

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I OPENED A SECRET PASSAGEWAY IN MY BASEMENT AND SOMEHOW ENDED UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE VILLAGE

[kronk voice] what are the ODDS of that trap door leading me out here 

this makes no fucking sense. it takes so long to walk over here but i can walk like half that distance in my basement and somehow end up here. i can only conclude there is a spacetime rift in my basement

i mean technically i got here in the first place because of a spacetime rift or something so i guess thats not actually unlikely 

coward

i like the “yet.....” though lmao 

donkey decided it was time for a labor strike. viva la revolution

i agree though he absolutely should get paid for carrying that cart back and forth all day, though i am not sure why that responsibility falls to me and not whoever he’s getting the corpses from in the first place, but i guess he’s also working for me

at first i was very uninterested in the fact that i can apparently also do farming in this game about graveyard management (bc i need carrots to pay my donkey friend for his services) but it appears all i have to do is plant seeds and then carrots happen a few days later, i dont have to like. water the plants or anything so thats fine by me i can periodically plant carrots for this guy

I ALSO FUCKIGN FIGURED OUT I *CAN* ACTUALLY TRADE IN MY BURIAL CERTIFICATES FOR MY PAYCHECK, AS WELL, THE SHOPKEEPER LIED TO ME, FUCKER DOES HAVE MONEY 

i mean maybe he didn’t at the time and i didnt understand the trading mechanic well enough to realize it,

its like skyrim where you can see how much the merchant has/they only have a limited amount of money but he DEFINITELY had enough money to pay me for my certificates and i have no idea how long he did. or why he A) told me he was broke when he wasnt, or B) never bothered to inform me when he got more money in and could afford to pay me 

this isn’t just like some random guy im trying to sell stuff to either he’s like. technically the innkeeper but also Essentially The Head Of The Village and this is supposed to be his responsibility 

anyway i cant tell if i got Temporarily Swindled or if im just stupid and didn’t understand how to sell things (GRANTED IT IS VERY CONFUSING AT FIRST) but i SWEAR he said he didn’t have the money when i met him

ALL THAT TO SAY I FINALLY HAVE MONEY :’) not a lot of it but like, Some. enough to buy seeds sometimes. 

i also get a little money from my sermons now, and im not Really sure its ok for me to be using the church donation funds to like, go buy carrot seeds so the corpse donkey will continue to bring me presents (the presents are corpses) 

like im not really using money to renovate the graveyard im mostly just crafting a bunch of shit out of like, rocks i found and trees i chopped down myself but w/e this doesnt seem like a very. well run respectable church in the first place :’) i AM trying to help out as many people as i can, for what thats worth,

i also failed my first sermon for some reason despite the fact that it was exactly the same as my second one. there doesnt seem to be anything i can Do really other than. input my. prayer. notes. or whatever it is. to summon Faith. i have no idea lmao im STARTING to get SOME of this though im doing loads better even if half of it is still mostly incomprehensible 

i rebuilt a fuckin BRIDGE!!!! its the worlds shittiest looking bridge but theres SO MUCH IRON over here so my crafting quest has become much easier 

my organs chest is coming along fabulously, as well

everything stacks except for organs i dont know why and im not sure what im going to do when i run out of space for organs considering i still have no IDEA what i can even do with these 

i dont understand the actual grave duties parts at all, i get corpses, i Can take all this stuff out of them but there’s no apparent use for any of it (im pretty sure i can sell the corpse meat if i manage to figure out how to get a forged approval stamp though lmao) it seems to lower their. quality?? or something?? and sometimes produces a “Surgical Mistake” bc my dude’s butchering skills arent that great yet but i have no IDEA what the Quality, or whatever it is, of the corpses even affects at all. removing some things seems to make it go UP for some reason but some things make it go down. my guess is im very bad at embalming and im removing all the wrong stuff and i dont have like, embalming fluid or anything so i dont really know what use it is to drain the blood out anyway except for like, Now I Have All This Blood

i guess maybe it’s messing with the quality level of my graveyard (which i do know i can improve by making nicer gravestones and stuff. that at least makes sense and I KNOW HOW TO DO IT, IMAgine) but i also don’t know what the graveyard quality affects either. my first task was to get it up to 5... uh. grave. points? but there isnt any clear indication of like, what next levels i want to be at or w/e. im at 16, whatever that means. im also running out of grave space which is definitely about to become a problem. i may have to start dumping some of these corpses into the river unless i can figure out how to unlock cremation :’   ) 

and im currently at a standstill on one of my quests because i need water to make a few things. i have a well. i can get a bucket of water from the well. but A Bucket Of Water and Water seem to be TWO DIFFERENT THINGS for some reason. im stuck bc i cant figure out how to get the water out of the bucket. im thriving 

I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO GET A PASS TO GO INTO THE TOWN AND I GOT FUCKIGN STRUCK BY LIGHTNING AND DIED 

my skull friend says Something Doesn’t Want You To Go There and im just like god damn it i wanted more shops 

anyway ive now completely filled up my gross chest and i still dont know what to do with any of these. i stopped collecting things that dont stack since i dont know what to do with them anyway but its hard to resist the temptation to cut out a guy’s heart when given the option to :’ ) 

[someguy1023]

I dont know why im doing this

But fuck it because im an obsessive bitch and dont know better

The Confirmed Timeline For All This Bullshit So Far

Sometime Prior to Febuary 2018

-Heidi and Jared enter a polygamous relationship. Heidi meets and has another partner while Jared (presumably) does not. (According to messages gathered on Jared’s subreddit, it seems he had at least one other partner while he and Heidi became polygamous. Both the partner(s) and Jared indicate they had Heidi’s approval beforehand.)

Feb. 8th (i think) 2018

(yeah i know, i just cant remember when it was but it was around then and guess what i can edit this so)

-Jared gets consent with Heidi to bring Holly into their whole thing. She also consents to them having sex, if they wish. Jared and Holly proceed to take a walk together and simply talk about Jared’s feelings towards Holly.

Feb. 10 2018

-Heidi, presumably frustrated with Jared, lashes out at Holly, calling her from Jared’s phone. (personal note; it still really bugs me that she would decide to scream at Holly for no other reason than talking to her husband about being a part of something she had initially permitted. Thats entirely my opinion, and im not trying to comment on her consent, i agree that anyone in a polyamorous relationship has a right to revoke, but there was no real reason for her to take out her frustration about her husband on Holly just because they talked. i dunno.) Holly attempts to apologize, but Heidi refuses, and removes her consent. It can also be assumed that around this point, Heidi possibly ceased her relationship with her other partner, but nothing proves or denies that other than Heidi’s claims and deduction. Its not fully clear when this happened.

(During this period, between February and October, Holly and Jared only personally interact with each other during DCA. Since Heidi hasnt indicated that anything was done prior to October, this seems true. So for those who keep insisting Holly cheated on Ross, sorry but youre Wrong. Additionally, over this period of time, Heidi, seemingly out of desperation, begins to threatening Jared about destroying DCA and call Holly again...for some reason? That honestly still doesn’t add up to me. Regardless, Heidi begins to confront Jared over text messages)

Sept. 19 2018

-Ross and Holly annouce their divorce for personal reasons. (Anyone who wants to start chucking in the “It was because of Jared” bombs kindly fuck off) Ross and Holly seemingly remain friends based on their interactions with each other and insist they seperated on good terms with one another. It’s unknown whether they had divorced that same month or were just announcing it after it went through. No proof has surfaced regarding the former of latter.

Oct 2018

-Sometime after Holly had moved to Washington, she and Jared begin to see each other romantically. (Im not fully sure when this happened, someone said it was like mid to late October, but theres no real proof to back that up.)

(this is where things get complicated. according to Holly, Jared was already seperated from Heidi, while Heidi claims they officially seperated in Febuary this year. to be honest, i still dont know)

May 7th 2019 (sorta)

-Heidi posts to her Facebook, announcing her and Jared’s divorce. She also mentions that she is the one filing the divorce. (Rememeber that)

May 8th 2019

-Jared announces on Twitter that he is divorcing Heidi. He doesn’t mention the reasons, and tries to keep things neutral. Heidi “responds” sometime later.

May 13th 2019

-Jared and Heidi legally divorce. According to their file on the official Washington Court Public Records website, Jared was the one who submitted the divorce form, not Heidi. He also submits, and has approved, a Temporary Restraining Order on Heidi. Heidi, when asked about it, denies its existence. (some people have pointed out that he either did this to make it seem like he was the victim, or to prevent her from accessing his financial stuff. both are plausable, but considering that they both had already split things with each other (presumably due to a prenuptial agreement or something) the latter doesnt make a lot of sense.)

aaaand thats just about it. Thats the chronological order of this huge garbage fire i just cant see to pull myself away from because im a fucking masochist and just want to feel worse.

[circuitboardskinarc]

five times + anger

i’ll write a ‘drabble’ if you put 5 times + a word

    1

             “Are ya keepin’ tabs on me, old man?!”

       He’s been in and out of the manor for a little over a year. Sometimes he stays for a few days, or a few weeks. Sometimes he’s around once in a week, and he doesn’t call, or text, despite the short messages he receives morning and evening. Terry likes Bruce well enough. They’ve fallen into a kind of routine, even after the fiasco after Terry found out about the batcave (was he supposed to leave the bat in the clock?). He doesn’t talk about why he leaves, or what he does out there on the streets. He definitely doesn’t expect Bruce to be checking up on him. 

       There’s an ugly bruise across his face this time. His lip is split. There’s blood sliding into his eyes, on his knuckles, on his jeans. He looks ragged, like he’s been in a fight with a bat and took it on head first. He’s not on a suicide machine, he’s not trying to be stupid--but ever since he saw the suit, ever since he knew this old man was Batman something had seeped into his skin. He remembers Stitches talking about the Batman with both an old annoyance and quiet gratitude, about second chances, but also about fighting the good fight. Back then it had just been stories, and Terry never thought he would actually feel it in his blood.

       But here he is standing in the middle of the old man’s manor, fists trembling with an anger he’s not sure how to express. He’s gotten used to their routine--the one where they don’t talk about Terry’s odd absences and how he can’t seem to stay. This feels like an invasion, a over-step of these boundaries that they’ve made. 

              “I ain’t doin’ anythin’ fucked up, old man! I ain’t your kid, or whatever the fuck. Y’can’t jus’ act like I ain’t here half the time, n’then come with this shit ‘bout where m’goin’ or what m’doin’! I was jus’ tryin’ ta help people. Ain’t that what you used t’do?! Only I ain’t got no fancy fuckin’ suit n’trainin’-- m’not one o’them Jokerz!” 

       And maybe he shouldn’t be so angry, there’s no reason for it really. If he’s honest with himself, the old man looked concerned when he’d arrived. And then there’s Bruce, just telling him to clean himself up, nothing else. No response to the tirade, and there goes all of Terry’s anger.

2. 

                “McGinnis.”

      His breathing comes in harsh pants, gloved fist raised above the already bleeding face of this newest thug whose dared to earn his rage. Terry knows from the tone of voice in his ear that he’s this close--this close to passing the line from vigilante to murderer. The next time he sees Commissioner Gordon he won’t be able to look her in the eye. He’s practically vibrating with anger. There’s blood glistening on the black gauntlets, and beneath them his fists ache. The criminal is passed out on the ground of the alley, face already swelling. 

                “Get back to the cave. Now.” 

       There’s a protest on his tongue, but it dies the longer he stares at the man. The alley is silent, broken only by his still harsh breathing. Terry calls the batmobile in utter silence, still feeling the need to hurt someone, and how scary is that? He bites down on his tongue to keep any words to himself, because he’s still seeing red (and it’s not because of the lenses, or the interior of the batmobile). 

        He rips off his mask and removes his suit without a word. He doesn’t listen to Bruce, he doesn’t want to. There’s nothing that can be said this time. He’s icing his hands (puts the timer on the microwave in the kitchen because he knows the left one won’t feel as if the cold). 

                “One day your voice ain’t gonna cut it, old man. One day m’gonna slag someone and I ain’t gonna be sorry.” 

        And there’s the anger that he’d been expecting, maybe hoping for. Because Terry still needs a fight, as much as he wants to let it go. He can’t do that, because it feels like his bloodstream is toxic and if he doesn’t do something about it, he will choke and die. 

              Maybe he wants to hear that he doesn’t deserve the mantle of Batman, maybe he wants to hear that he’s fucking up, he wants to know that he’s right about himself--

        But Bruce ultimately tells him to suck it up, and to do what he knows he has to; to control his impulses. Terry doesn’t know why he bothers.

3.

              “You ain’t always right. Not everyone c’n do shit like you, Wayne. I ain’t you. I don’t got your skills, so fuck off, alright?!” 

         There were so many almosts. The city almost got blown to hell, he’d almost let a criminal escape, he almost fucked up. But Terry had ultimately done well, and he feels je deserves a little more praise than he is getting; not a lecture. It’s as if all his success has been thrown out the window, and it doesn’t matter. Terry fucked up no matter what the result. His hands are balled into tight fists and if he didn’t respect the old man so damn much, he might have actually punched that stupid glare on his face.

        Terry knew he shouldn’t feel that way, and it would likely terminate their partnership entirely, but he isn’t above doing it either. He’s not a good kid. He hasn’t been a good kid since he stabbed some adult in the throat and ran off covered in blood. It doesn’t matter that they had attacked him first. It’s that memory he always thinks of when he gets like this, or when he’s out on patrol, or when he’s screwed up so bad Bruce looks like he’s ready to tell him to get out. 

        He thinks thats where all this anger really comes from: the fear that sooner or later he’s about to be rejected. The years can pass, and he still thinks that one day Bruce will tell him he’s a failure. This time it’s just a lecture; one telling him that he can’t rely on almosts, that doesn’t he realize next time he might not be able to do what he has to?

              “Jus’ say it! Tell me I ain’t cut for this! Tell me ya don’t think I c’n do this, an’ that I should jus’ give up right now. Cause let’s face it, Wayne, I ain’t no fuckin’ genius an’ I sure ain’t ever gonna be. Ya want someone else, but you’re stuck with me.”

4.

              “Glad you’re alright.” 

        His tone is barely restrained anger, but it’s not directed toward Bruce. It’s a helpless kind of anger, that settles in his chest and makes it hard to breathe. He gets through it anyway. He can’t afford to panic over something like this. The old man is fine, and he’ll be fine so long as nothing like this happens again. THIS being one of their rogues actually getting their hands on Wayne. Terry suddenly understands what Bruce was getting at last time about ‘almosts’ and needing to be better. He thought he understood before. He hadn’t. 

       Terry wants something to hit. He wants to slam hiss fists into the walls until his knuckles are bruised and bleeding, but he stays still, sat in the chair beside the hospital bed. The doctors said he would be fine, and that’s a relief. Terry brushes a hand through his hair. 

                “M’just s’fuckin’ pissed. This wouldn’a happened f’I was ‘round the manor n’hadn’t gone no where. ...I’ll try not t’head out as much, alright? This gotta be my fault. Someone must’a realized all my comin’ n’goin’ and figured out, or somethin....”

       He’s rambling. Terry’s trying to control himself, but if the jumping of his knee is any indication, he can’t. He’s so angry, and there’s no direction for it--only himself. He has to do something. Maybe--

               “I gotta go. I’ll...I’ll be back when y’get released n’whatever...”

               “Terry. It’s not your fault.”

5. 

           “The fuck ya mean I can’t--”

      He swallows the words because he knows the answer to the question he’s about to ask. He’s twenty years old. Four years after he took up the mantle as Batman, six years since he met Bruce Wayne and made the manor his playground. He’s not angry about the revelation, quite the opposite. He doesn’t really care. Bruce hadn’t done this, it was someone else, and Terry wants to know why.

       He noticed a long time ago that the deaths of his parents lined up too perfectly with the deaths of Wayne’s. It never seemed relevant then, but now, knowing what he does--that Bruce Wayne is his biological father--it’s too much of a coincidence. He needs to know why, but he knows even before he does anything that this may not turn out well. Everything inside him is screaming for retribution, for revenge, for something ugly and vicious and cruel. Terry wants to find out who ruined his life and ruin theres.

          “If ya know who did it--If you fucking know, Bruce, you have to tell me.” 

           “No.”

           “Whoever it was killed my fuckin’ parents, Bruce. They ruined my life. I thought you’d understand that.”

           “I do. But until I’m sure you aren’t going to do something you will regret, I won’t tell you anything.”

       Terry grit his teeth, shut his eyes and sucked in a breath that felt like fire in his lungs. 

           “Go t’hell.”

[blookmallow]

more desert nightmares 

come on dont tell me you’re afraid of the dark 

i got attacked by leeches and alan was helping remove them and then jake just fuckin bursts in here like ‘ok anyway ill handle this now’ get the Fuck out no one asked you 

dont eVEN think about it, fucko 

ok then go sleep in your own goddamn room. or in the hallway outside. or in one of the many abandoned houses. i dont care what you do just get out of here 

NOT REALLY BUT THEN AGAIN NEITHER DO YOU I DONT FUCKING KNOW EITHER OF YOU I HAVE BEEN HERE FOR LIKE A DAY 

this was a nightmare and appears not to have really happened but if you’re having recurring nightmares about this dude losing it and claiming possession of you thats probably a sign something’s wrong 

thanks 

oh

,,,hm 

...i see

every horror protagonist: whaTS THAt.....RED LIQUID ? ? ?? ??? ? C OU LD IT BE........ b L O O  D ? ? ??  ???? ??? ? ?

nice

i mean oh no, how horrible 

why were you in the police station 

i mean mostly im just glad you’re not jake but 

NOBODY CARES, JAKE 

damn. ok nightmare jake is starting to get really murdery and yet sandra Still Keeps Trusting Him 

i mean obviously dreams arent reality but if i Kept getting recurring nightmares about a dude who’s been acting really fucking weird around me/acting like he’s my boyfriend and/or Savior after knowing me for two seconds that would be a huge red flag 

also if you go back in the shop after you steal a flashlight the shop keeper straight up murders you so uh. don’t do that 

[lee voice] im done diggin up dead dogs for the day im done diggin up dead dogs f 

y’know i think my FAVORITE thing is how most of these keys give you no indication whatsoever for which of the 9,000 locked doors it might possibly go to. i just absolutely love checking every single door in the entire town until i finally figure out which one i can access now, it really sets this game apart, i think, really groundbreaking gameplay mechanics. i just wish there were a couple thousand more doors around, y’know? like, ideally I’d like to spend two hours minimum searching for the right door. that’s the kind of exciting, engaging gameplay i really want to see 

anyway i killed a man with a shelf today

or not, i think he actually wasnt dead but whatever 

also i get sound file errors occasionally when something spooky happens so theres probably some kind of horrible monster noise im being spared from listening to lmao 

its infrequent enough that i dont really care, most of the sound works 

i cannot help you, young one. you must help yourself. ill come explain what to do tomorrow though. so sorry i cant help you 

sandra its just some skeletons c’mon they’re not even, like, undead or anything