#hosts horrors Adveture

[foxi-gi]

"What are you doing here? Who are you?"

A "your choice" type of mini fiction to get to know Host better!

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I've decided to write a small YOUR CHOICE adventure like mini fic for Host while I wait for my inspiration for the comic to return!

Also, see it as a test for the writing style. Feel free to tell me tips on how to improve in asks or comments!

Below, you'll be able to find a vote to choose your next move!

Mini-fic test:

The host was lonely. Well, technically, he wasn't. He was never really lonely. He could just let them, and thousands of voices would call out to him. But not in the way he wished for them.

They would scream at him. He didn't want to be screamed at today.

No, no, he didn't today he wished for quiet company from someone new. Someone who didn't know his face yet. Or perhaps he would like to think about old times? The Host opened a holographic tablet, projected into the air from his eye, swiping through the options, many crossed out or marked as uninhabitable, dangerous or unexplored.

His fingers glid over the screen before he paused on one of the universes he recognised.

Unsure, his fingers hovered over the option for a moment before they pressed the start button, and the portal started up.

After the host walked through the portal, he brielfy patted the cyan colored sparkles off his suit, caused by the portal. A small pile of sparkles took place on the ground where the portal had been previously.

And Host looked blankly at the dimly lit parable. Looking around. At the ceiling, with only a few broken and barley functioning lights remaining, broken ceiling tiles. An odd liquid oozing from cracks in the tiles and running down the walls, soaking into the discoloured yellow. He stared at the walls with wallpaper that peeled off like dead skin and the floor with dusty carpet that hadn't been treaded in centuries.

Host walked past the desks and doors to the room with two doors.

"When ■■■ came to a set of two open doors, he took the one on his left...."

He muttered to himself, briefly looking at the right door but quietly giving a small huff before he went left. No. Right is the wrong path. Bad things happened there..

You find yourself in the employee lounge. Unknown circumstances having brought you to another universe of sorts. You recognise this as a parable.

On one of the walls was a black splat. A giant one at that. Quite big, as if someone had thrown an open ink cartridge the size of a watermelon against the wall.

The wall chipped in by some sharp materials. As if someone had smashed a computer screen against the wall repeatedly at the height of one's head. Multible of these splats and scratches were all over the wal the couch was askew, the table flipped over, and the plants welted. The support beam scratched and chipped and also splattered with the ink. Ink splattered all over the floor and even on the ceiling in some cases.

Looks like someone had thrown a printer around the room in a fit of rage. But no pieces of said printer were anywhere to be seen, and the ink seems to have dried a long time ago.

You decide to get back on track to see what other things this parable held. Hearing low mumbling as you approach the meeting room. You freeze in place once you see a siluette.

"Yet there was not a single person here either.....Feeling a wave of disbe-....."

The Stranger stopped in his self Narration, having heard foot steps behind him as he stood at the entrance of the meeting room.

Slowly, the man turned around.

Quite a tall, lanky but well-built man judging from the siluette, visible against the dim light of the meeting room. His coat like suit sparkled slightly against the light.

The movement seemed smooth, nearly as if done by a pre-programmed set of animations, and soon, the stranger had turned around on his heels in a single, smooth turn. Emerald green eyes with a ring of cyan around the diamond shaped pupils settled on you, staring at you through the darkness and giving the siluette a piercing gaze.

"............."

The stranger remained quiet for a moment before the slightly distorted voice of a narrator sounded from his direction. Slightly, ever so slightly distorted as if speaking though an AM Radio.

"Hello?"

The man said in a slightly confused manner, tilting his head slightly and making his slightly luminescent earrings dangle to one side.

Good luck