Oh god, what have you done? You exit your car, and walk towards Micki. Tears well up as you see her disheveled mess on the pavement. You try to apologize, but she's unresponsive. You bring her to your car, and drive towards the woods.
4, 6, 9 decides.
You park your car in the woods and bring your hands to Micki's throat, proceeding to strangle her. You recount all of the memories shared together, the times she'd visit you when you were kids, how she always supported you. As you feel her slipping, a gunshot rings out. The bullets pierces your flesh, more accurately, your left arm. Covered in shit, and barely able to stand, the sob managed to break out of your trunk and get his hands on your gun, the pain is intense.
1, 4, 5 decides.
You stay still, and lock eyes with your cousin, waiting for him to pull the trigger. He spits on you as the bullet enters your torso, you're bleeding and in pain. You remember Micki lies just on the seat next to you, your would-be accomplice. Will he treat her with kindness after you told him of your plans?
3, 5, 8, decides.
yo this shit is gay, just tell the heart to stop beating and die, this shit is gay as hell, op didnt even let us strangle girl when it won, fucking railroading faggot cant handle it when the thing he wanted doesnt happen and does some bullshit instead like a fag
You're not going to let Micki die in this place. Mustering your strength you tackle your cousin, and proceed to punch him in his shit-covered face. Your breathing is haggard, and you feel yourself growing faint as your fists are now covered in shit and blood. Your cousin lies there as a swollen, bleeding mess. As an offering to the dark lord Lucifer, you commence a sacrificial ritual. Nothing happens. You're alone in the woods, with Micki in your car, and your cousin's corpse on the grass.
Third response decides.
I had to go take a piss.
Your breathing worsens as you take out your .45, and place the gun to your temple. You proceed to pull the trigger when a light hand touches yours. What you see disturbs you. It looks like Micki, but her skin is pale, her usual blush has dissipated, and she's waiting on you. Assuming this means the ritual was a success, you let out a sigh, and pull the trigger. Everything fades to black.
There's an archive of the first thread.
And the ending can be archived as well. Gonna go take a piss, it'd be cool if anyone wanted to start one of these threads again.
You wake up, Micki stares at you as you rise from your slumber. She opens her mouth and says, "I need about tree fitty." That's when you realize Micki was actually a seven foot tall cryptid.