Recursion: Part 2 by Drew Jordan

You're not sure how long you're out for. Part of you doesn't even care. You're still being continually flooded by the image memories of the house, but at least the pain has stopped since you lost consciousness. At this rate, you wouldn't be surprised if you knew the house like the back of your hand by the time you wake up. An unknown amount of time later, you regain consciousness and grunt as you get back on your feet. You then move over to the dusty couch nearby to sit down. After all, at this point you practically feel like this house is your own. Once you've rested for a bit, you decide to make use of this new knowledge you mysteriously attained. You're feeling hungry and could head to the kitchen since you know where the canned food has been stored for who knows how long. However, you could also head upstairs where you know the master bedroom is so you can get some more rest and maybe even sleep. If you want to go to the kitchen, go to Kitchen. If you want to go to the master bedroom, go to Master Bedroom. -Kitchen- Your stomach is being obnoxiously loud, so you decide to head to the kitchen in an attempt to get it to shut up. The kitchen is set up the same way a chef would have it, with the table in the center and all of the various slicing and hacking tools hanging above it on hooks. You move over to the cupboard where you know the canned food is stored and open it up. To your delight, you find a ton of Cup of Noodles stored inside. You grab three of them and put them on the table. You don't even know if they're still good or not, but who cares? It's fucking Cup of Noodles. Before you do anything else, you realize that you may want to look for a way out of the house before you start eating and getting comfortable. If you want to start eating, go to Cup of Noodles. If you want to look for a way out of the house, go to Escape. -Cup of Noodles- You're starving and the fact that you have Cup of Noodles in front of you doesn't help. You expectantly pull off the cover... only to find the cup empty. Although you're disappointed, you just move to the next cup and open it. However, this cup is also empty. You open the last cup you took out to no avail, and begin opening the cups you left in the cupboard. When you get to the last cup, you feel a weight inside of it. You excitedly pull off the cover to find a small bomb inside the cup. Right before it explodes and kills you, you come to the conclusion that this trap was even more evil than 4chan. ______________________________________ DEATH IS THE ENDPOINT TO EVERYTHING -Master Bedroom- Though you were unconscious, you didn't get very much rest because of the pain, so you're pretty tired. Your new memories had shown that the master bedroom had a pretty old bed, but it still looked decently comfy. You make your way up the stairs and down the hallway until you reach the master bedroom. You open the door to find the room surprisingly plain looking. The only real defining feature of the room was the multiple portraits depicting various colors of butterflies on the walls. You spot the bed and are about to throw yourself onto it when you suddenly hear a crashing sound from the closet. While you are quite tired, you're not sure if you should start resting without first checking out what made that noise. If you want to rest, go to Rest. If you want to check the closet, go to Closet. -Rest- You decide that the noise was most likely nothing important and look back at the bed. You're ready to surrender yourself to sleep and you throw yourself onto the bed. Then the floor gives in. The facts that this house is old, not exactly stable, and you're on the second floor never even crossed your mind. You crash a floor below and hear something break. Lucky for you, it isn't any part of your body. You're slightly dazed and don't want to attempt standing up, so you slowly roll off of the bed. You feel yourself land in some sort of liquid. You panic and think that it's your blood, but when you completely open your eyes to check, you can't see a bloody thing. Since it's too dark to see, you decide to taste the liquid. You put a finger in it and lick it off, and are then surprised at your discovery. You're lying in a puddle of alcohol. Suddenly, light fills the room and you can see that when you fell through the ceiling, you had landed on a keg containing quite a bit of some alcoholic beverage. Judging from all of the other supplies in the room, it seems like somebody had been brewing the drinks themselves. You turn around to see that the light source was an open door. That isn't all you see though. A very unhappy viking by the name of Kolbe was standing in the doorway. You had just spilled his newest batch of mead everywhere, so he had every right to be pissed, Now, normally Kolbe would either knock you around a bit or he'd throw you somewhere such as outside the house. Unluckily for you, though, Kolbe had recently read A Modest Proposal. You become Kolbe's dinner and his new pair of slippers. ______________________________________ DEATH IS THE ENDPOINT TO EVERYTHING -Closet- You walk over to the closet and slowly open the door. You look in the closet for the source of the noise, and see that a toolbox had fallen over. You exhale the breath you had been holding in and realize the fear you had just been feeling caused you to lose your tiredness. You also realize that you should probably find a way to get out of the house. You leave through the master bedroom door and head down the stairs. Go to Escape. -Escape- As you explore the mansion, you try opening every door that should lead to the outside, but to no avail. Even after unlocking them, you meet the same resistance when you attempt to open them. It's almost as if a supernatural force is keeping you from leaving. Your patience wears thin quite quickly and you grab a meat cleaver from the kitchen. You start trying to hack away at the doors and walls, but even though you feel contact, there are absolutely no signs of damage from your efforts. It doesn't take long before you start to panic. The thought that you might be stuck in this house for the rest of your life lingers in your mind like a stalker. You wind up spending the next hour or possibly even two in a state of severe paranoia. You manage to get out of this by convincing yourself that there must be some sort of secret passageway out of the house. You walk around the house with your eyes scanning every nook and cranny. You're walking down a hallway when you spot something that stops you in your tracks... a door. Earlier, you had practically had the blueprints to this house embedded into your brain, so a single thought enters your mind. This door shouldn't exist. You call upon your memory as best as you can, but you have absolutely no memory of the door in front of you. You decide you should either inspect the door itself or check inside of it. If you want to inspect the door, go to Inspect. If you want to check inside, go to Check Inside. -Inspect- You move up to inspect the door and put your hand on it, almost as if to check that the door was actually there and not an illusion. However, the door didn't want to stay still. As you put your hand on it, it slowly tilts backwards and falls into the room. You aren't expecting this and you also fall forward with it and wind up on the ground with about a third of your arm in the new room. Go to End. -Check Inside- You open the door to find the new, mysterious room pitch black. You reach around the inside entrance to the room without entering yet in an attempt to find the light switch. Go to End. -End- You suddenly notice that the part of your arm that's inside the room feels odd. You can feel... wind, a breeze. You also feel what is unmistakably the warmth of the sun. This room leads to the outside somehow, you're sure of it, you just don't know where. And no, it doesn't lead to Narnia. Before your can think any further on this matter, the part of your arm that's just entering the room suddenly feels like it's on fire. It's the most painful thing you've ever felt in your life, and you scream in pain as you swiftly retract your arm from the room. You look at your arm to see that it looks like it had been about to get cut off. The wound is dripping blood, but it's not a deep injury. It somewhat looks like an extremely thin red armband around the part of your arm that was level with the door frame. You know the injury will heal and isn't fatal, so you think some more about what you felt before the excruciating pain. Suddenly, you get an idea. You can use this room to send a message if it really does lead outside. You considered going in the room yourself, but seeing what it tried to do to your arm, you have a feeling that wherever you wind up, it'll be in two pieces, at the least. A message, on the other hand, can still be found and read if it's in more than one piece. You move over to the stairwell and violently kick off a chunk of the handrail. You use the meat cleaver from earlier to carefully carve in a message saying to stay away from the house and to never go anywhere near it, not even the street the house is on. When you're satisfied, you toss the handrail into the darkness and hope with all your being that you're the only one who has to suffer this terrible, isolated fate. -------------------------------------------------------------- Your wish ends up being granted in full. Due to your message, all kinds of bad rumors and stories start to pop up all over town. Nobody dares to go anywhere remotely close to the mansion at the end of Kinzo Boulevard. And that's exactly why you're on your way to the mansion, determined to be the first one to explore it.