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YOU DIED
Those are the only words on my screen, as I start banging my head on my computers desk.
"Damnit! How!? I clearly had an advantage!"
I get up from my chair, and swipe my figurines to the ground.
"Shit! I forgot my super rare Mizu figure was there!"
Hurriedly dropping to the ground, I grab the figurine and start caressing it.
"Are you okay, my love? I'm sorry if I hurt you. It was an accident."
Stopping after saying that sentence, I look over the figurine, caressing it more thoroughly than before.
My breathing starts to get more rough, and I caress the figurine faster.
Then, I come to a halt.
"What the hell am I doing?"
It's been like this for the past two years after I graduated from high school.
I simply had no drive to go on, no purpose.
After graduation, I lived off of my meager programming skills, and designed flashy websites for companies to get money.
Now I live in my parents house, together with my older sister.
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My older sister actually has a life though. None of the crap I do even interests her.
At some point, I started to admire her.
Then that admiration turned to lust.
Continuing into an ever descending crescendo of despair.
Her name is Becky. She is a slut. She left me for Ben.
But, that all ends today.
The day before I met a nice woman on Blackpage. She was offering services for only 20 dollars an hour. I have more than enough money from making websites. Even only doing it occasionally.
I am scheduled to meet her today, downtown in a nearby hotel.
There is a problem, though.
The thing that keeps me here, from dawn to dusk. The thing the gave me comfort, only to leave me in disgust. I call it The Darkness, and it suppresses my lust.
I search around, eventually finding a flashlight.
Turning it on, I move towards the light switch to the left of my door.
On the way there, I stumble over a few things, that I immediately dismiss from my mind.
In a short amount of time, I reach the switch and turn on the lights.
The Darkness has been expelled, and though it may come back, that is a problem for another time.
Getting ready to leave the room, I take one last look over my shoulder to appreciate my place of comfort.
My computer, that holds all types of tentacle porn.
My manga, that has given me joy and wasted months of my time.
My tissues, that have shared with me wonderful and pleasure filled experiences.
My clothes, that make for a perfect bed anywhere.
Realizing something, I look down to see my naked body, along with my disappointing Johnny.
I go to my closet, and take out some clothes.
Swiftly putting them on, I move towards the door of my room, and exit into the hallway beyond.
Now, the real challenges begin.
I get down into a pseudo-sneaking position, and start moving down the hallway.
I seem to be making slow progress, as I keep stumbling, but I eventually find my footing and continue faster.
It's still only equivalent to a snails crawl, though.
I dodge around the hallway, and hide behind the occasional plant, eventually reaching the first challenge.
The door. My sister's door, specifically.
I feel the temptation run through my body. It screams at me to open the door, enter while you have the chance! ALL THE PANTSU!!!
I resist it. I used all my willpower, and I resisted. I still felt the temptation, whispering to me sweet nothings.
This is only the first of many challenges. I cannot fail here. I resolutely move onward, looking back every few seconds, as the temptation still strikes me.
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The twenty-first challenge. I have finally arrived to the last challenge.
My parents room.
I get up from my crouching position, and try to quickly, but quietly jog past the room. However, I notice that the door is slightly ajar.
'Come to think of it, I have never entered my parents room before.'
I was always told never to enter. That I would regret what I saw. I don't believe them anymore.
I slowly move towards the door, when suddenly, I hear a scream. I start to move quicker, with a sense of urgency and caution.
I reach the door, and look inside the crack, only to see...
My mother, standing in front of a wall in a sadist costume. I peek in further, and see a sight even worse than before. My dad... strapped to a wall... with a chastity belt and whip lashes all over his body. Then, before he is whipped again, he yells.
"THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID LEMME SMASH!!!!!"
I run away, silently crying, and wordlessly promising to my father, that this would never be spoken of. I have a feeling I can never let my guard down around my mother, never again.
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This is it. The final stretch.
I slowly stroll down the rest of the hallway to the door at the other end.
This door will lead me outside. Back to the sun, and to the woman on Blackpage.
I reach the door, appreciating the silence after a tiresome ordeal.
I grab a pair of car keys from the table beside the door, and exit the house.
I make my way to the left, not bothering to waste time on the sidewalk, instead going directly through the lawn.
...Wait, what is that?
Suddenly, something with three tines, that is really shiny, and seems to have gone through an interdimensional portal, pierces me straight through the heart, going through another portal soon after.
I lie on the ground, slowly bleeding to death, gradually losing my warmth. I suddenly come to a realisation. I never got to enter Becky's room. Or smash. Oh, also... that three tined thing was a fork. Ahhh... this is the end. I can see the ligh-