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>NO NEW THREAD UNTIL PAGE 9, 850 COMMENTS, OR 250 IMAGES
>GhostQuest finale tonight at 6 PM.
Xth for saving Toy Chica because FUCK the ketchup kids
Psh, you guys really didn't have to go through the trouble, last thread was fine as is, BUT no time to fuck around, we got two hours left. Game faces.
The Prep Guide is HERE: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PWRG2qAYfupa8j1O3GaKPb4355M6Nwla8A_3A5blKUQ/edit?usp=sharing
Sessions 1-16 are here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17uFd0-vzya9OtvDYVvDzPDDQyFMLE6BHjlCsbjiPTOk/edit?usp=sharing
Session 17 is here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/18_sHjD42vp6SXxAPW-KBr5nxGqrCEStwPpcN6moVCbI/edit?usp=sharing
Sessions 18-20 are here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OjvzmdFeryfBSIyHY9Mjemtczww3UsfcEBtTRglcpJA/edit?usp=sharing
Reposting for GQ Hype soon
REPOSTING goals for Phillip as known by each Unit and Oracle.
Oracle: Aligns with Unit .3, prevent the loop from every happening, don't let her ever become Merged. Maybe. She also believes Phillip should make his own decisions now.
Unit .1: ???
Unit .2: Kill Unit .1, kill all Units except Unit .2, promises to make it worth your while, will explain more should you kill Unit .1 supposedly.
Unit .3: Prevent the Loop from ever starting: prevent the bite and/or remove/kill Fritz. This could leave you stranded in 1987 but would prevent the death of the children. Oracle would remain Toy Chica in this instance and never 'exist' beyond being an animatronic performer.
>I think Blon might be cuter than your Foxy.
Well at this point that's not very hard to do
Reposting here I guess. I'm gonna fuck off and doodle some stuff and hopefully have something worth showing.
Diff anon, but I personally want a chance to talk to the guy if possible just to see if unit .2 isn't setting us up again. There may be some unseen consequence to killing him and making her the sole surviving member of the hivemind or something even she doesn't know.
Thread don't die damn it. Also we need more art of spring bons
I don't have spring bons but I have springtraps.
What are you, Nerdanon's brother?
That most recent one with the dual handjob is...
really cute aaa
We've got literally hundreds of fan interpretations of the characters. There's not enough time in the world to get all the shipping I want to see.
I want to see a bunch of artist's Mangles lewdly fawning over Crisis's new Toy Bonnie.
I want to see Gudfox plowing Mizu's trashy Chica.
I want to see Weaver's Frenchfred hook up with Fansmut's Michelle.
I want AU Cheeky to grind on Phillip while he's at his desk.
I want Special Friend to jerk off two Mikes at once.
>french freddy is not for sexual
Mike really needs to grow up and get over the whole painful death thing they need to start their relationship off properly
He's really too old to be this frightened of commitment
That's why I requested the other one so the lewd-to-cute ratio could be probably aligned.
Does this mean anything?
Session 21 begins in roughly 30-45 minutes. Going to the store to buy some sodas before I kick this off as well as reviewing sessions 19-20 one final time and getting all my paperwork together.
This session has the potential to be lengthy, especially if you guys die, you are permitted one save state at the beginning of this session that can be loaded once, and once only. If you die twice, the game is over. Because it might be longer than average, I intend on having a 45 minute break at a very specific point.
Also, because of the amount of information to keep track of in this session, expect longer gaps than usual between posts. This also means that if you want to post longer suggestions, they are more likely to be considered than the norm of taking the first few immediate responses and working with them. I'm almost certain a few choices down this road will need to be strawpolled on as well.
The next time I post will be the beginning of the session. Good luck.
>Frenchfred x Fansmut's Michelle
as you like it
Good evening madam. I hate to impose, but your employee's file says you're something of a seamstress.
I was wondering if you could patch my vest.
The hole is on the left breast.
Thank you for that.
Super quick and rough
I couldn't get it to look like it was behind a curtain and apologize.
good shit good shit good shit +11
I was expecting the other end too, for some reason.
***NOTE: You have Oracle on your back, as such you receive a +1 bonus to all rolls for Perception, and a -1 to all Evasive Rolls***
***The Game has been SAVED and can be Reloaded from this point upon death ONCE, upon any alterations to Time, this SAVE will become invalid***
SESSION 21 INITIALIZING:
PREVIOUSLY ON GHOSTQUEST:
You are Phillip Harper. You now have a blood sample of three different Units. Unit .2 and .3 of their own choice, and Unit .4 after Oracle murdered it. With these Units dead or gone, it was curiously easy to make your way to the final hallway to Unit .1's domain. Unit .2 left you a note with two bullets requesting to end .1's life. Oracle is near death, you aren't doing too well yourself. Heavy upcoming decisions weight you down like a sack of bricks.
Welcome to the End of GhostQuest.
OH SHIT MOTHERFUCKERS
H E R E W E G O
Bright, glowing pink neon letters mark the long, curiously warped hallway leading forward. The walls seem uneven, as though they are sliding in and out of the hallway, like massive, flat pistons, only moving very, very slowly.
You feel dizzy just looking forward.
It smells vaguely of... some sort of perfume in here? Only it's a mix of scents... Lavender, cherry blossoms, a whole mess of smells being mixed together through the vents. It's overwhelming to the nose. You can vaguely hear... music. Unusually soft, serene music, mostly piano. The whole situation is a bit surreal as you hear your footsteps echo as you take your first step forward.
But you can feel it. Unit .1 and the Manifestation Room are waiting just ahead for you. To end Unit .1's life, or to have your own life ended, to protect Oracle, to stop the Loop, to... Well, you aren't entirely sure what you intend to do.
Perhaps that was why Unit .2 was so interested in you.
Been a while? She's been on your back for a while now, you don't think you were trapped with Unit .2 for that long. Then again, it's hard to tell much of anything in a place like this.
"Well... Just in case this all goes south, any last words you wanna throw out?"
Chica pauses, her slightly burnt processors humming.
"Let's not j-jump to conclusions y-yet... I'll save a-any last words for when they become necessary."
You think she was trying to boost your morale. Her sorry state doesn't back up her forced bravado that well.
Anyways, you don't have to reach for her hand, she already has hers gripped firmly around your own.
The hallway ends in a doorway. It's not too dark to see.
LUCKY ROLL: 4 (+2)
ROLL for PERCEPTION: 4 (+2) (+1 ORA) = 7
The smell seems to be just that, mixed perfumes, you don't feel ill from them, and if they were toxic, Chica would have noticed. The walls seem like regular steel, no indentations for any Indiana Jones temple-esque traps or anything.
The strangeness of the walls stems more from how they seem to be built in a zig-zagging formation, That the steel is slightly reflective gives the area the uncanny impression it's constantly in motion. You're glad you aren't the type to get easily nauseous. A shove against the wall near you verifies it's not moving and is stable.
It appears to just be, well, neon. A layer of clear glass is layered over the neon to prevent it from leaking or cracking when you step over it. "Welcome" "Welcome to my Office" "Welcome Home"...
"So do you have any idea what's in Their blood? Went through a hell of a lot of trouble to get this syringe..." You murmur as you take a few steps forwards.
"S-sadly that information was wiped from my memory ban-nks as well, I do know Unit .4's was highly ac-cidic so do be careful with it, Phillip."
There's no need for a flashlight here, The area is so well lit it borders of garish. But you keep your gun at the ready as you make your way down the hallway just in case.
Thankfully the illusion lets up as you near the end to find a wooden door marked "Unit .1", and what appears to be a water cooler and a microphone of sorts embedded next to the door. There is a television above you currently displaying white noise. Gentle piano music is audible, and the smell of the perfumes have not let up.
Inspect the monitor.
If you're feeling extra paranoid, check to see if the water in that cooler is actually water since I'm surprised THEM even need it. Also, that face in the top left corner
while examining things, also check to see if anything has been used recently, dust and all that.
Also consider listening where the music might be coming from
unless it's from the TV, wording is weird to me
The music appears to be coming from behind the walls. At the very least, the source isn't from the microphone or television. Given how this factory is structured, it could also be coming from behind the door.
The monitor currently seems blank. You've grown accustomed to strange images and faces hiding behind screens so you wait an extra second to examine the white noise for any peculiar activity.
The water cooler is just that, the foundations it is built with seems a bit more advanced than the norm, but it looks like water, with a slot in the top with no visible handle.
Truth be told your throat is very dry. Behind the water cooler is a black coil feeding into the wall. It's sturdy, you couldn't pry it out if you wanted to and it's too thick to cut.
Not feeling immediately threatened, you take a step towards the microphone. You hear a dull bing as you approach.
A female voice greets you, slightly distorted. Like she's speaking with an accent you've never heard before.
>"Good Evening, I am Miss .1, Unit .1's Secretary and Overseer of his appointments, you must be Mister Harper, correct? Please press and hold the button to affirm this claim into the microphone if so. Should you be too parched to speak, feel free to help yourself to the complimentary water cooler located to your right and my left."
The voice fizzles out and with a low 'thump' a paper cup is dispensed from the water cooler.
Oracle grips you tighter, clearly not trusting the situation. You aren't feeling too comfortable yourself, this whole setup feels... wrong.
Roll for perception and investigate the water itself. At most take a small bit of it onto your finger and see if it's the same kind as normal water. We gotta take some risks every now and then.
You decide your thirst has overridden your immediate sense of self preservation. You take the cup, fill it to the brim, and down it in one gulp.
It's so icy cold it's almost sharp, but in a pleasant, crisp way. You feel fairly rejuvenated.
"I... c-can't believe you just drank that, are y-you mad?" Chica whispers harshly.
"Sorry, I didn't realize how thirsty I was, but... it tastes alright."
Chica pauses, examining the cup and the few traces of moisture left in it.
"... Well, it s-seems to just be plain water, though that was a dumb risk to take, Mr. Harper!"
She's right, that said, it paid off this time at least. The extra bit of strength may pay off in the end even if it did earn a bit of Oracle's ire.
Now to decide what to do about the microphone...
Unit .4's blood is acidic, while you didn't personally check Unit .2's or Unit .3's, that alone is a massive reason not to tinker around with Oracle's kidney.
It almost feels patronizing at this point but you grit your teeth and play along. You push the button beneath the microphone and speak.
"This is Phillip Harper."
There is a long pause.
>"Harper, Phillip identity confirmed."
The piano music comes to an abrupt halt. The lights dim.
>"I can not believe how easily you played into that. Sealing the entryway now. Pumping methylphosphonothioate into the air supply in 5 seconds. Holding your breath is recommended in the meantime. 5 ... 4... 3-"
"Phillip! We h-have to get out!" Oracle cries as the smell of the perfumes begin to dissipate.
In case you can't leave, hold your breath, pour out the remaining water, and breathe from the air inside the watercooler.
I mean, we're obviously going to miserably fail, but, try escaping, see how much good that does to you.
Bust open the water cooler and soak up the water with some of our garments. Breathe through the soaked garment only when necessary. Now we have a minute or two to come up with a plan if busting the door down doesn't work.
We ain't getting out which is why I suggested an alternative: >>128818010
Short of busting down the door, which is probably just steel painted as wood, we're gonna use that save pretty soon.
A quick look behind you reveals what you feared the most- the entryway is slammed shut! Fuck! You got too overconfident- after all you'd heard about Unit .1 how could you have guessed he would have-
LUCKY ROLL: 3
ROLL to STAY CALM: 1
-How in the Hell were you supposed to expect a trap like this!? Even Unit .2, for all it's stabbing, was civil enough for a conversation- Not this!
This isn't fucking fair!
That's it, you'll break the fucking door down. You've come too far to die like this, you take a few steps back, hold your breath, brace yourself-
>"Ho ho hoooo, now!! Oh boy, you should see your face right, I'm glad I invested in a new camera fer' the occasion! Took forever to get it here, as you could imagine, lotta work that was. Relax, relax now son, I'm just mucking with you, we ran out of our methylphosphonothioate supply years ago anyways. Just had to verify you were who I was hoping you were what with everyone else in this here facility goin' the way of the dodo lately."
A spirited voice calls out over the microphone, far different than the alien sounding female voice earlier.
>"Now c'mon, c'mon in, I had my fun, and I imagine you probably wanna talk about a few details what with your adventure this past night. No tricks, ah' promise."
The wooden door slides upwards, revealing Unit .1's room.
>LUCKY ROLL: 3
>ROLL to STAY CALM: 1
Oh damn, motherfucker
"Do you remember him being such a funny guy?"
The first of many 1s, anon, mark my words
We're killing him when we get there. Glance at Chica with a disgusted look on your face.
You take a second for your heart to get back into your chest and out of your throat. You were tensing your fists so tight your knuckles are practically glowing white.
"Don't suppose you remember if .1 was always such a funny guy..." You grumble under your breath.
"All i-information on .1 was wiped when I was rest-t-tored, sorry Phillip."
Oracle sounds just as shaken as you are. That it could have all ended just there- was that really just a cruel gag, or a show of how little control you have right now?
LUCKY ROLL: 2
ROLL for PERCEPTION: 2 (+1 ORA) = 3
You can't make much out, too much distortion.
>"Well, you comin' in boy? You'll let a draft in. C'mon, we got coffee on the pot ready and hot if you want it. Soda too if you prefer. We used to have some good liquor but, well, details."
Humor him. Powergaming or not, the ball's in your court.
Gun in one hand, flashlight on the other, move on in.
Ask for the lights but bring a cup of water with you. Who knows, he might try the gas trick for real next time and we can use it to soak a strip of cloth to buy some time.
Or just to splash that faggot in his faggot face.
You don't care if they ARE Gods. You are sick and tired of being bullied and ordered around by these assholes.
"Not until you turn the lights on at least, I've been jumped in the dark no less than ten times tonight, I've got open wounds in my open fucking wounds, so no games."
The response you get is another breathy 'hoo wee' sort of laughter.
>"Now that's some spirit right there, I love it, you're alright, usually proter'col dictates we never shut down these... well I guess there ain't no word in your tongue for 'em so I'll just call 'em darkness fields ever, but just because I like ya, here. Better?"
The darkness fades away, revealing the room behind the door. Not much to see, it's very brightly lit, white, there's a desk apparently.
>"Now get on in here, I was serious 'bout them drafts. Damnedest thing, I can build a human bein' outta spare parts on my off time but can't get a heater to stay functional in this hunka junk to save my life."
Enter the room I guess,
SLOWLY. I have the feeling he actually does want to talk but I also get the feeling that he's going to punk us as much as he can. And don't let him lull you into a false sense of security.
I think I should be the one who's sorry here
Tempting, but you've already trash-talked enough, like it or not he does hold the cards here... Last thing you want to do is get him legitimately pissed off at you.
You take a deep breath. Alright, clear head for whatever is up ahead. You peer over at Chica, she looks back at you. She's still pretty beat up, but burns and all you can still tell she's apprehensive.
"Well, this is it." You sigh.
You walk into the room, holding your breath as you do so, gun firmly in hand. The room before you is massive. White paneled walls surround you, you standing on a small, rug-covered overhand, the 'office' area.
There is a desk with a bell on it, some papers, a telephone (with no cord?) and Unit .1.
>"Well top a' the evenin' to you boy, glad you didn't get wet feet on me. Been awful lonesome ever since the others jumped ship. Wish I could offer you a seat but well, I don't sit down too often. You want that coffee still?"
He looks like a grasshopper!
Oh, now that is adorable.
Roger on the coffee!
>"GENTLEMEN, BEHOLD! MY BEAUTIFUL FIANCE!"
You don't need his blood, Unit .3 said it only took the blood samples of three units to access the Loop Manifestation Device, which you've already got.
Is all you can stammer, Unit .1... not looking remotely what you expected. Hell, none of this looks ANYTHING like what you expected.
>"Well shucks, I 'prreciate it, had it custom tailored myself but well, damn eggs keep growing and tearing them up faster 'n I can make em- well, you know how it is I'm sure."
His tone is a bit less... whimsical? It seems he wasn't expecting a compliment.
"Well, can't call myself a connoisseur, but I like the look of a good suit myself, call it as I see it. I'll take that coffee if it's still on the table."
>"Hm? Oh right, that, sure thing, gimme one sec aaaand... Bang."
A slot opens up on the desk, and in a moment a mug raise up onto the wood before the slot closes.
>"Impressed? Got this whole room linked to my mind, Like a Jedi, if you watch movies, .2 left some of her junk around my office a while back, so I did some tinkerin' and dare I say, upgradin' to it. Poor lass thinks she knows the tech best, but she's still a kid, y'know? Hoo hoo hoo."
>"I also kinda hope you like it black, cause I do have cream and sugar, but I'm still sortin' that bit out, you'd have to catch it from the ceiling.... Which I reckon is a couple miles up. "
Can Oracle analyze the coffee?
Anyways, ask him about his insistence for keeping the loop running when everyone else in the cell has either gone insane or has tried to move on from it.
>talking business before finishing pleasantries
>Asking him about his reproductive cycle instead of fine conversation
>Not shooting him and having sex with his corpse, mounting his severed bug head on your dick and running around the pizzeria screaming as you trample THEM Bonnie, leaving her for dead to hop the fence and then do the chicken dance on the roof of your still-parked car all while Oracle is helpless and terrified as to what the bloody fuck has come over you.
Don't fall for it.
This doesn't feel right. Why isn't he getting up from his desk? Do not drink the coffee. Give it to Oracle to drink so things don't get awkward.
Also, ask him about those papers on the desk.
You prefer your coffee black anyways. Besides, a quick peer up DOES confirm his room is a few miles up. And down. Unit ,1's... tail (?) follows all the way down, this beast has to be hundreds upon hundreds of feet tall. He's so blatantly unlike anything else you've encountered it's hard to process this whole affair is even happening.
"Eggs? You a family man?"
>"Shucks, you make it sound all official like when you put it that way, nothing so extravagant. It's more like a fleshy container of fluids that collect at the bottom of the room, gets cycled through some machinery, and we use the mess to rebuild Matthew and Fritz when they get the snot kicked outta 'em, and to help keep the fleshy bits of my factory stable. They engineered me this way on purpose after all, all about that practicality."
Oh. So basically tumors. Alright.
"Hey Oracle, is this uh... safe to drink?"
>"Hmph, don't trust ol' Number 1, huh? Yer' smart."
Oracle ignored him, instead analyzing the liquid.
"He's being hon-nest, it's j-just coffee."
>"Son, if I intended on murderlizin' ya, I got three rows of goddamn rocket launchers embedded into my walls linked to my mind, I wouldn't do it in some pansy ass coffee poisoning stunt."
He laughs again, but you feel a lot less confident now than you did earlier. You sip from the mug to hide it.
"So uh... why the office?"
>"Well, .2 had her lab, .3 HAD her bedroom, and .4 ... well, anyways. Seemed fittin' is all. .2 can hype herself up all she dang well pleases, but when you spend however many centuries watching humans, manipulatin' humans, killin' humans, and the like, their mannerisms grow on you. Unlike the rest of 'em, I ain't ashamed of it. You super-monkeys have some damn fine taste in entertainment."
He pops his neck.
>"Now, not to rush pleasantries, but we have some business to discuss?"
Tell him that you assume he's got a counter proposal to what the others asked you to do. Ask if a handshake is out of order; unlike gentlemen to conduct business without a proper handshake.
But Unit .1, that's not news, its just coffee!
If we're talking business, then I suggest first hearing his side/rationale for his insistence on maintaining the loop against almost every other member of the cell's urging not to.
Something tells me that rocket launcher comment is a tidy bluff, thisguy is jumping all over though but lets try and be civil and not push him unless we need to.
Just seems weird if we only got fucking 2 bullets from Them if this thing has artillery, so either this thing is bluffing or Them is slipping on info/prepwork.
Ask him what his business with the other numbers was like, and how he sees the loop/cycle as a whole
Hear what he has to say.
Discreetly look around for wall-mounted rocket launchers. Using those on you would most likely blow himself up, too, considering the power rockets have and just how close he's "standing".
He IS standing, right?
OKAY, my hands are cramping and it's been 3 hours, gonna take a 47 minute break if that's cool. I did the thing I always do and overprepared WAY too hard, we still got like, a lot of shit left to do whoops. Like 3-5 hours of stuff left. Gonna keep it going tonight as long as I can, but if we do run out of time and the session isn't wrapped up I'm continuing it tomorrow as well as one super session like I did with BonQuest that one time. Every response to the last post will be used for the next one after the break so don't worry, I'm not ignoring those responses.
That said, I'm so fucking glad I waited, this is the most fun I've had hosting since session 17. Keeping Unit .1 a secret has been literally killing me since ... October 2015 where I first drew him up so getting to finally use him is the best. Stay tuned to all you guys playing, all 320 of you!
He's fucking perfect.
You wish, anon. Me too.
Too bad he's not real.
play vidya withhim.
it's too bad this got lost amid Ghostquest, because it's cute as heck
BUT NOW THE FRENCHENING CONTINUES
i guess it's nice to have someone to talk to, at least, right?
Not correct, it's not futile at all
The girl in question, Minus, is the star of a comic of the same name
She's basically a god in a girl's body (with a girl's mind) and she's 100% capable of effortlessly deflecting the meteor
It takes the comic from a stylish last stand against the impossible to "oh don't worry, superman will get it"
I must thank you again. I'll find a way to repay you.
I could keep watch for you, one night, if you like.
Maybe if you prefer, I could help you set the table.
Or, I hear you like to do somersaults.
I could send you into the air.
Very good, it is agreed. I always pay my debts.
>I could keep watch for you, one night, if you like.
>Maybe if you prefer, I could help you set the table.
>Or, I hear you like to do somersaults.
>I could send you into the air.
But what does it MEAN?
7k words of gore-porn isn't enough suffering for Philip?
I can't do this anymore I'm going to bed, try not to get philip poisoned or something
Reliving the past five years at the least would suck more for Philip, me thinks.
Unless he goes Replay and makes all the bets to become a billionaire
but it still won't bring back chica
He's offering to fuck her. "Setting the table" is a French idiom for fucking, as is "doing somersaults" and "sending to the air". Mostly with a connotation of "no strings attached. Maybe he thinks she needs it.
>Philip goes back to 1987
>wakes up in a bed
>he walks out towards the door
he's surrounded by jungle
>looks down at a newspaper
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Beda3kFNjo starts playing
"Is a handshake out of order?"
>"Of course not, as long as you keep your pinky up while drinking from your mug of coffee."
You debate on whether or not to keep your pinky up while drinking from the mug of coffee.
You glance under the table.
He appears to be sitting in a mini chair with decorated with Freddy ears.
"Can I read those papers on the desk? It's feel like I'm really cut off from the outside world and I'd like to know what's going on in the world."
>"Of course, sir! Tip top tap tap tip, cheery-o!"
You decide to take one of your syringes - without looking at which unit its from - and inject it into your coffee.
>"Mr. Harper, I wouldn't recommend that."
You wish she would let you just have some fun for once. You take a drink. Your vision begins to become a little funny, but maybe that's just your imagination. It probably won't get worse over time. You doubt that.
"Would you accept a hug?"
>"Of course, my dear fine chap dapper sir! Just don't squeeze me too h-"
Unfortunately, you gave him a very tight hug before he could finish his sentence. A few eggs squirt out of his shoulder.
The coffee tasted fine before, but after injecting blood into it, it really does taste like crap.
You splash it into Unit .1's face while his mouth is open, trying to finish that sentence he was speaking when you hugged him. His eyes widen.
He has just drank the same blood-injected coffee that you have.
After drinking the blood-injected coffee, you stare at Oracle in.. quite a different fashion.. she seems.. hm.. you find yourself daydreaming about hot roasting chicken..
You tentatively try to take a bite out of her, but are met with cold metal.
>"Mr. Harper, are you trying to kiss me?!"
You glance down at your mug. You wish it was black goo, but it isn't. Strangely enough, it's.. not really looking like coffee anymore.. you're beginning to see little foam build up into pretty pictures, like you see on pretty blogs. The foam of the coffee is turning into a picture of a little puppy. You think.
Enough of that! You whip out your gun, squint, and take aim are those happy egg tadpoles.
"BAM BAM BAM! BLAM!" Green goo squirts everywhere. Flowers bloom where the green goo lands.
Maybe that's just the blood-injected coffee you drank, though.
Your hair turns blond.
>"Wow Mr. Harper, you look rather.. um, handsome, with this new hair. I-I.. ah.."
Her circuit begins to smoke a little.
You take Oracle off your back and hold her in your arms.
>"Y-you're hugging me? I.. I.."
But you're not HUGGING her, you're...
While Oracle is stunned by your new blond hair, you grasp her firmly and smash her into the desk. That should quiet her up and finally let you have some fun.
Meanwhile, Unit .1 is starting to convulse a little from the coffee he accidentally drank with the blood you injected. Hm...
GOD FUCKING FUCK. Okay, so I slept in an extra 40 minutes, in itself that would have been fine, woulda kept on going, but I woke up to dead internet. That took 35 minutes to get fixed, and now 4chan captcha isn't working. I've been refreshing this page every two minutes for the past twenty minutes. Posting this from my phone because I STILL can't get CAPTCHA to show on my PC. Fantastic, exactly what I wanted on the grand finale.
I wanted to keep this going all night. If that winds up not being possible fuck it, the session continues tomorrow like session 18 did, a two day session. THIS ENDS THIS WEEKEND IF IT FUCKING KILLS ME.
That said, to make a direct response, I really hope this thread is still here and in use tomorrow.
Ghost, change captcha to legacy if you're using the new one. If you are, change to the old one. It should fix.
If that fails, go incognito on your browser. It fixes the captcha for me almost always.
You're right, but I know how we can fix that.
Engage Unlimited Form.
Too good to pass up, hell maybe I'll do more of these, I love Jay Pinkerton's old Spiderman comics.
Either works for me. If this is running you ragged I'm willing to wait, but other anons might have scheduling problems. Don't literally kill yourself through exhaustion for this.
That only works for people who have souls
or lives, anon.
I come with message:
"Well I fell asleep for an extra hour and now my internet isn't working. Can you tell the thread I'm gonna either keep it going tonight as soon as I get it fixed or continue tomorrow?"
Please direct your energy to his computer to give it strength like a cool digital spirit bomb so that he can fix it, yes he can!
Unit .1 could be bluffing, but all the same, if he does truly have control over everything in this room, there are about ten more ways he could kill you outside of rocket launchers. It wouldn't be wise to push him wrong, and if it does come down to a fight, the only way you'd stand a chance is to work quickly and without mercy. Though it's hard to think that way when he's being so... neighborly.
"Let me guess, you have a counter proposal to what everyone else has, don't you?" You're on pins and needles at this point and beyond stressed out from the events of the night, you hide your expression behind your mug.
>"I'm sorry, what in sam hill are you talkin' about?"
".3 said to stop the Loop before it could start, .2 said-
LUCKY ROLL: 4 (+2)
ROLL to LIE: 6 (+2) = 8
"-to change the loop so Fritz never died in the first place, so I figure you have something you want me to do as well."
Unit .1 pauses.
>"Well, I don't see how any of that is relevant, my job is keeping that Loop going, if any of it were to change or be reset like .3 was ranting on about before I had her torn apart, why they'd have my job snatched away. Hell, I do have an offer though. Let me raise the Loop Manifestation Device, I was going to do the obvious thing, bypass the limitations beyond the Loop and send you home to your own time. You let us keep our Loop, and I'll even let you take yer' little robot friend with you. Sounds a lot easier than any time travel shenanigans and I won't have to kill you. We both win."
The mood grows tense immediately, you weren't expecting him to jump into business talk so quickly. And that offer is heavy in it's own right.
"Are you being ... serious right now?"
Thanks for playing along! Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
>letting the loop keep going means letting the bad guys win and we ain't about that
>but we're in no condition to fight and have no idea how to get past .1 alive
dammit ghost I wasn't ready for this kind of moral dilemma
man lobsters are fucking disgusting
"But how can I trust you? So far just about every Unit but .3 has went out of their way to try and stab us in the back, some literally." Oracle's head lowers a bit. probably remembering .4.
>"That's the fun part, you can't! But really, you think you can operate a Loop Manifestation Device on your own without me? Sonny boy, I'm offerin' up an easy way out, you'd be damn near crazy not to give it a chance! Besides, what am I gonna do? Drop you in the middle of the trenches in World War 1 or send you to space without a suit? I got my jabs at you for sending off my coworkers with that nerve gas gag, I just want you gone, Phil. I take no pleasure in killin', I've been overseein' killing for hundreds of years, it's borin' ol' business at this point fer' me."
"Mm. And what exactly is this Time Loop anyways? I already heard others describe it but I figured you'd know more."
>"Well it's frankly not my job to keep track of that, that's above me, basically we take a time gap full of good and bad feelings, repeat it a whole lot, jar that shit up, and then repackage it for public use. Basically a feel-good Wal-mart with employee benefits about as crappy. Sorry if you were expecting something more fancy than emotion harvesting, we're a quaint little facility, y'know."
It's incredible how he can convey sarcasm so thoroughly despite his completely lack of facial expressions.
You don't need Unit .1's blood, you only need three samples to access anything in the facility.
"Chica, any thoughts?"
>"... To get to go home, well, with you, in your time, it sounds amazing b-but... If we don't stop the Loop. every-y-yone that's died will still die. And I'll still have helped do it. C-children, what happened to Mister Smith... I'd rather never have become sentient at all if it me-eans stopping all that from happening... But Phillip, I t-trust you to make the right choice."
She may be guarding her words with .1 nearby.
the kitten's been smitten it seems
but who could say no to a face like that
a happy ending for all involved
and a favor that must be repaid, in due time
The timeloop itself is fairly important, but there are others.
The fact that we could bring Oracle along would make some very big ripples in the scientific community and spiritual as well. We'd have evidence of Them. And seeing how we arrived here in the first place, that means nothing is stopping us from coming back or someone else coming.
Stopping the timeloop will strand us in another time period, but will end the suffering. But its just a small handful of people. Then again, it was also specified this place was abnormally evil by Them.
This bitch is doubting our advanced hive mind problem solving skills.
New goal, we need to figure out how to kick this guys ass, take his blood then move on to the device. We COULD try to convince him to just let us stop the loop, hell we could maybe convince him to do it for us.
Those are gonna require high rolls though.
Nigger can you read? We don't need his blood.
Well I suppose we can give him an offer to leave the loop as well, assuming that he hates his job somewhat. Might be the case, never know. I mean, the other units already are out of the picture already.
Hm, well this is a pickle. Now that I got what I needed for tonight at least out: Unit .1's offer, I'll give you guys the night to consider what to do next. The session will continue tomorrow, probably starting around 4-5 pm to finish up. It may boil down to a strawpoll by the end of it because
Unit .1 is not as patient as he seems.
Well, I say we try and stop the loop if it means giving Oracle what she wants. If anyone else wants to do that I say we don't let on that we've made a decision but instead try to glean more info about why all the other units had differing opinions about the loop and why Unit .1 is so adamant about this one.
Aw well, good night Ghost, see you next time.
I WONDER WHAT THOSE TWO BUTTONS ON THE WALL IN THE BACK ARE, ONE OF WHICH SAYS CALL AND WHY THAT SQUARE SLIDEABLE PANEL IN THE BACKGROUND IS GLOWING LIKE IT COULD BE ABOUT TO OPEN UP TO POTENTIALLY UNVEIL DEADLY ROCKET LAUNCHERS
This all sounds way too good to be true. We should accept, anyway.
As for saving the kids, what's the fucking point? They have similar emotion farms all over the world, and most likely all over a million different worlds, too.
If we decide to save them, then we rob Orachica of her life.
And don't you come with that "she'd be a happy entertainer again" bullshit, because she'd be a fucking mindless animatronic: the only one of them with something approaching sapience is Mangle.
And, just in case, assuming that existence wouldn't be hell on earth, after tasting life and sapience, she'd still end up in a dump, after twenty years or something. Sounds like a bad fucking deal.
Let's take his offer. I mean, sure, it's an obvious trap, but we can load the game.
It's not like Phil is going to free humanity from Their shackles (which aren't really shackles, more like a symbiotic relationship).
So, if we can't get a satisfying ending, storytelling-wise, we can still end up with a happy one, for Phil and Chica.
Man, I'm glad Ghost fucked up again. These choices are too heavy.
I think it's interesting because most of us want to be selfish, kind of like how the ending of Last of Us works. Not because it would be the right thing to do, but because it's what we want. Don't know if I'd say Ghost fucked up.
Toy Chica and the rest of her palswill get scrapped anyways when the new hot line-up of robots come along to replace them as the face of Freddy Fazbear's. Even if there isn't a child killer, the blood-stained history of Freddy's still persists because we haven't denied the springsuit's existence yet. Maybe another child killer comes along and finishes Smith's job. History repeats itself.
And its not like we're even saving the kids. Judging from what we've seen, the timeloop is extremely unstable. The kids are different every time. There's nobody being forever tortured except Matthew and Fritz. Its usually a different set of children each time. When the loop resets, those kids will continue on normally and the next batch gets fucked, then they go free the next loop.
Fuck, we don't even know anything about the coolest mystery in the pizzeria, which is the Puppet
We gotta ask Freddy, before we leave
I mean he fucked up as in postponing GQ yet again.
I'm not too sure about that, anon.
Tattletale ain't got no legs no more.
I just remembered that. It's making me double take all I just said. Just a little bit.
You know, either choice we make will end up with Phil being a scarred, PTSD-ridden wreck.
I guess we should still hold on to saving Chica, as at least he'll have someone to share his life with.
>assuming .3 is REALLY dead
And we're never finding out. It's not like we can just stride out of this office.
What even is ThemBon's propostion, anyway?
I never said that. The victims never change, they are locked constants in the Loop, Matthew refers to a few of his favorites by name throughout the quest.
Playing selfishly is ok, so long as you think Oracle, a child entertainer who was forced to see every child die over and over again, will forgive you for taking her home with you to leave all the victims of that Loop to suffer over and over again.
Fuck this, most people want the selfish ending because they want their backpack waifu without considering what would actually make her happy. So she's a mindless animatronic who would have no memory of Phillip, it's what she /wants/ and her current existence as a melted, blasted, fractured and mentally unstable shell without THEM to patch her up with either the material or the organs (that keep her a sentient merge entity, by the way) is made only worse by the horrific memories and guilt she has to live with every day.
Fuck the "feel-good" waifu ending, it's immediately gratifying but ultimately nobody is happy. Oracle isn't happy, Fritz isn't happy, those kids certainly won't be happy, Hell, not even 3/4 of THEM are happy, and I'm willing to bet that in the long term not even Phil would be happy. The only one who wins is Unit .1, so I say we shut the operation down. The best endings in vidya are always the ones you have to work for.
wat are u, casul?
Ghost said we can't get the "golden" ending, but this shit here is like taking Kazuma's dragon in Cave Story; we try for the better ending by either reasoning, bartering, threatening with force or God help us, actually thinking.
sounds pretty black and white, ghost
HATE CHILDREN (right)
SUPPORT CHILDREN (down)
Okay hold on, ONE more hint.
Strawberry shake, shake-a shake-a shake, gimme that strawberry shake, oh yes, strawberry shake
Disregard, this is not me, PS Chica has a button on her cervix that will get you the golden ending and everything will be perfect and good
Bullshit, a dude once stopped having OCD when he shot himself. I'm sure her Oracleness will come back if we hammer her head enough or put a bullet in it.
I feel like the "bad" ending is also the most potentially interesting.
Also, aren't we forgetting Ghost Quest II? I got the implication that the Smith/Puppet monster is existing outside the loop for whatever reason.
Also, just clear something up- who is .1 answering to, again?
Unit .1 is probably talking to other Philips below and above us, now that I think about it.
Let's fire a bullet down at the floor tomorrow and see if we can angle it so it hits his heads simultanously
I've considered it, but I'm curious if he has some kind of dermal plating/armor like .4 did, where multiple gunshots to the head would have been needed to kill it.
With only two bullets and no idea where it's vital organs are, I really don't want to leave our last few shots to our dice rolls. "Lucky bastard", my ass.
After this I get the feeling Ghost does not want to make a GQ 2 when he's got a fuckton of other projects and after the fact that this one took over a year to complete. I figure that we can try things the hard way for the better ending and if we fuck up in a way that makes it impossible, then we accept the shit ending like we would have anyways.
I've got it, we take Unit .1 for a ride in that shitty car we have parked outside the fence and we go for a drive at 90+ miles an hour. Phil and Oracle take the only seat with an airbag.
Ah yes, the neck belt. Known to cause violent decapitations.
>what would actually make her happy
No one can say for sure, but I bet she'd like to live.
>it's what she /wants/
Stop saying bullshit, m8
She's shown some fondness over browsing her saved memories, before she was created. She had no sense of self. The memories she has of "being" a performer is nothing more than what was already in her robotic parts, before she was created.
Resetting the time loop would literally make her stop existing, that is, well, you know, kill her. Send her back to the abyss, the one thing she wants the least.
Like travelling back in time, killing someone's dad and watching them disappear from existence.
I mean, I agree that simply taking his offer is far too easy and not at all satisfying. But we lost our chance for the Good Ending (and fuck you, Golden Endings are the only endings worth calling "good"), so it's not surprising.
Right now, we're working on achieving what is the least shitty ending, and I fully admit to working towards a happy life to Phil and Chica.
If you want to give her and Phil's life up for some kids we never met, save for a cadaver, then go ahead, try. I'm sure it'll add an interesting dynamic to the game.
Not to mention the whole fact of how fucking meaningless it is to save those kids. Ghost's world is a nihilists greatest dream: the gods aren't really gods, and humanity's purpose is as cattle.
We were created simply as food for interdimensional demons who feed on our souls, because they're the only thing to ignore entropy.
Yeah, that's right, They are ugly kyubeys, and Humanity as a whole are Magical Girls.
Hell, destroy the operation, and you'll be hurting humanity as a whole, in the long run.
They need the farms to survive.
And we need Them to live.
Ain't that just dandy?
So, the only logical course of action is
intercourseliving a happy life with the one and only person who can understand what we've been through.
Sorry, moonman. The only answer to our meaningless
>Sorry, moonman. The only answer to our meaningless
I don't even know what I was trying to type, there. I forgot to type the full sentence, and now I don't remember what it was.
So ignore that.
This. Besides, if it wasn't those kids, it would be others, or posibly more. Do you want to end a few kids' torment just to doom an even larger group? Do you really want to live your life knowing a school of kids is now doomed to be tortured and massacred endlessly?
It is. They just fake being cold, non-emotional beings, but, in fact, their emotions are even stronger than regular people's.
Which does play into their characters. I may just be going even more senile, but I do recall at least one of Them having some moral hesitation about the whole "repeated murder" thing. Probably ThemChica.
Then again, it's all necessary for both Humanity and Themanity to survive.
Life ain't pretty.
>it would be others, or posibly more. Do you want to end a few kids' torment just to doom an even larger group? Do you really want to live your life knowing a school of kids is now doomed to be tortured and massacred endlessly?
I'm the guy you just replied to, and I honestly have no idea what you're saying.
It's some serious Slippery Slope shit going down.
How would saving the kids doom an entire school?
I would probably prefer guarding at Freddy's over this, being honest with you.
Scott should a made the games spookier like this.
also its going to be 12 pages instead of 14, a miscalculation on my part
I'm a little disappointed at how few people have used that idea for horror.
i've toyed with a similar idea but with golden freddy instead
being a kid who didn't actually die and is effectively 'kept alive' by the suit, despite being in constant pain and unable to move or speak
i haven't really worked on the details behind it though
That's all it took to send fear into my heart. Those terrible words that made me feel like a prisoner heading to his death.
The final meal; eaten slowly as possible. A slow motion walk to the execution chamber. Last rites as the sentence is prepared to be carried out. Last words. Darkness.
Dinner was a stone in my stomach as I brushed my teeth. A forlorn boy stared back at me through the mirror, eyes smudged with black from unfit sleep.
I felt little shame as I climbed into bed with waterproof sheets. The feeling of wetness in the morning was a small price for the victory of waking up.
Mom still insisted on tucking me in. Just like how she insisted on telling me there was nothing to fear from dreams. She didn't sit on the bed anymore once the sheets had to be bought in bulk.
I tested it once: went to bed with my old power ranger blanket and threw it on one of them. My parents blamed the cat. They made me scrub my mouth out with soap for saying the naughty word I overhead a big kid use to describe something not true.
I close my eyes and hope I wake up tomorrow.
So I just marathoned MGS3
's story and I cried. A lot.it actually got me inspired enough to draw something for once. (spoiled for mgs3 spoilers)
Found an open time where I wasn't busy, and drew up some Bombay foxy because he's da bomb.
How are you guys?
>always wanted to write a story about this
>literally everyone else has already done the concepts and ideas far superior to what I could ever do
>Anons dooming waifu to life as a cripple against her will over the kids she wants you to protect
It's like no one in here ever had a girlfriend before. This is the obvious bad end. Even if you pull her through it she would likely kill or stop responding to phillip out of grief, on account of him having doomed her to a perpetuity of grief and the kids to unceasing agony for all time.
It's like no one here has played a vidya game before. Come on son. Think with your brain not with your dick for once.
>She would likely kill Phillip
I'd be alright with that for a Bad End.
I think any option that has Oracle dying, even voluntarily, won't end well. She really doesn't seem down with dying again guys and I think she lacks a human's capacity for self-sacrifice.
could care less about Oracle. I just see the cycle being allowed to continue better as Phillip leaves with proof that They exist. Who knows what could happen once he gets out with that, aside from being killed by the MiB.
I'm genuinely surprised that there's no art of Beamz as Pots from JSR.
Shouldn't the Boss be Spring Bonnie in that case?
Y'know talking about taking .1's offer is reminding me of the water cooler right before him, everyone lost their shit about the water, and didn't even think twice about pressing a literal big red button without thinking twice.
Look chances are, what hes offering, isn't what hes offering, the best course of action is to ask him what the loop even means to him and why even bother keeping it up, he mentioned some whys it being "a higher up problem", but aren't these things akin to fucking demigods? who is this asshole taking dues from? Isn't it the most literal story book suspicious thing that hes making us a offer that so happens to give what might break even as far as were concerned with little to no effort?
He isn't making this offer because he cares, he's more likely making it because he is afraid of what we can do. Saying he has rocket launchers in the walls, really? this is guy trying his best poker face while trying to passively intimidate us into just passing this off.
We need to know what this guy's actual motivation is and why he can't stop the loop before he gets pissed off and actually does come after us.
We have to remember with business types, the devil is in the details.
I'm still getting used to this new tablet.
He's the pinnacle of Russian robotics technology
Through their mouths!
A complex series of mechanical organs and gizmos and doodads.
In a manner of speaking.
But anon you can see him everyday if you just come on down to everyone's favourite pizzeria!
Idk why but this made me laugh way more than it should have.
I would imagine Freddy Fazbear's pizza in 2016 would use alot of CGI for there commercials and a lot of advance "full suit" tech with lots of handy built in responses to questions and full walking mode with better joints and hand movements.
People lapped it up because they thought Ghost was fucking with us. When someone figured it was just Kitten being the attention whore she is it immediately dropped to two replies.
I say go for it anyway, it's always interesting to see how other people would do these kinds of things.
knowing my track record with personal projects, by the time i even start on some kind of story the general will have been long gone
Exactly. Just write. The worst that can happen is you creating something shitty, and even then you inevitably learn something about the craft.
Even if an idea or concept isn't original your individual take on it might be, or you may be able to express it in a way that people find really interesting.
Give it a go!