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sky_no_yuki2017-07-29 11:01 am
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Silent hill (interactive multi chapter) Chapter 1: Out of the house
Title: Silent hill (interactive fanfiction)
Pairing: not decided yet - all Arashi pairings possible ;)
Rating: up to NC-17, but PG-13 most of the time
Warning: It's an interactive fanfiction - you can find the rules here
Summary: Aiba wakes up in a house and doesn't know where he, what happened, or the others are ....
Note: The continuation of this story is based on your decision. <3 I am really looking forward to this and I hope you'll like it.
Aiba was sweating. He could feel some blood running down his knee where he had fallen down some moments ago. He didn’t know why he was here, nor how did he come here. He knew that he stepped out of the bus some hours ago – and there his memory ended. He was in a dark house now. The windows were closed with wooden slats and it was in the middle of the night. He could see some moonlight coming through the window, but it was barely enough to make him see where he was running to. A few minutes ago he had overseen a small stair and fell, where he got his bloody knee from. Aiba stopped. He rubbed his forehead. Where could the others be? Did they come here too, or was he kidnapped alone? No, that couldn’t be. Aiba could remember about a small cry from somewhere not far away. He just couldn’t remember who it had been. Aiba stepped forward while he tried taking a hold of the wall to at least have some hold through this dark corridor.
There … there was an open window. Aiba just needed to get there. He bumped against a cupboard and moaned out, rubbing his leg. This would be another bruise, but finally he was able to take a look at the outside and where he had been. There were some houses around, surrounded by wood and a … cemetery. This was really creepy and scary. And Aiba didn’t like horror movies, so he absolutely didn’t like to be a part of such a thing – just that this wasn’t a dream – he had tested it by pinching his skin various times. And in the end the pain did feel much too real to be just a dream.
Aiba tried opening the window, and after a few tries he could get one side open – it was big enough to slip out of the window. But where should he go? There was a house – looking indeed creepier than the one he had been, then there was the cemetery – but a cemetery? The creepiest place ever? Then there was a well with a small house next to it and a kind of bar on the other side. Aiba sighed – everything didn’t look pretty inviting, but he wanted to get out of this house.
Where should he go?
a.) The house
b.) Cemetery
c.) Well
d.) Bar
Pairing: not decided yet - all Arashi pairings possible ;)
Rating: up to NC-17, but PG-13 most of the time
Warning: It's an interactive fanfiction - you can find the rules here
Summary: Aiba wakes up in a house and doesn't know where he, what happened, or the others are ....
Note: The continuation of this story is based on your decision. <3 I am really looking forward to this and I hope you'll like it.
Aiba was sweating. He could feel some blood running down his knee where he had fallen down some moments ago. He didn’t know why he was here, nor how did he come here. He knew that he stepped out of the bus some hours ago – and there his memory ended. He was in a dark house now. The windows were closed with wooden slats and it was in the middle of the night. He could see some moonlight coming through the window, but it was barely enough to make him see where he was running to. A few minutes ago he had overseen a small stair and fell, where he got his bloody knee from. Aiba stopped. He rubbed his forehead. Where could the others be? Did they come here too, or was he kidnapped alone? No, that couldn’t be. Aiba could remember about a small cry from somewhere not far away. He just couldn’t remember who it had been. Aiba stepped forward while he tried taking a hold of the wall to at least have some hold through this dark corridor.
There … there was an open window. Aiba just needed to get there. He bumped against a cupboard and moaned out, rubbing his leg. This would be another bruise, but finally he was able to take a look at the outside and where he had been. There were some houses around, surrounded by wood and a … cemetery. This was really creepy and scary. And Aiba didn’t like horror movies, so he absolutely didn’t like to be a part of such a thing – just that this wasn’t a dream – he had tested it by pinching his skin various times. And in the end the pain did feel much too real to be just a dream.
Aiba tried opening the window, and after a few tries he could get one side open – it was big enough to slip out of the window. But where should he go? There was a house – looking indeed creepier than the one he had been, then there was the cemetery – but a cemetery? The creepiest place ever? Then there was a well with a small house next to it and a kind of bar on the other side. Aiba sighed – everything didn’t look pretty inviting, but he wanted to get out of this house.
Where should he go?
a.) The house
b.) Cemetery
c.) Well
d.) Bar