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<img src= "images/CH (1)/Seb Intro.jpeg"> The first thing Sebastien noticed when he blinked his eyes open was the distinct smell of paper and developing photos hung out to dry. His head was resting on the cold surface of a desk, cluttered with layouts and candid photos waiting to be immortalized. For a moment, he just lay there, absorbing the silence of the room, <img src= "images/CH (1)/Newsroom.jpeg"> "All right there, Seb?" The voice, tinged with concern and a hint of amusement, belonged to Allison, the school newspaper's chief photographer. She stood over him, her camera just off to her left, her eyes expressing the kind of gentle mockery only a close friend could get away with. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Allison Intro.jpeg"> Seb's gaze lingered on Allison, his eyes unable to resist the alluring curve of her body, her pose giving him a generous view of her chest wrapped in a beige asymetrical sweater. She was a friend of his and Seb was the editor of the school newspaper and they worked closely together for that reason. <<set $chapter = 1>> Sebastien and Allison had known each other since they were kids, growing up as next-door neighbors in their quiet suburban town. They had always shared a special connection, spending lazy afternoons together exploring the nearby woods or engaging in spirited debates about their favorite books and movies. Allison had always been beautiful, but he had never allowed himself to explore any romantic feelings towards her even though he suspected she was into him. Seb had never been one to rush into relationships. After a devastating breakup a year ago, he had sworn off love and dating for the moment, deciding instead to focus on his studies and his burgeoning career as a writer. Seb sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Yeah, just... dozed off, I guess." He glanced around the room, a small, windowed space that felt like a world apart from the rest of the school. Walls plastered with past yearbook covers, a collage of memories frozen in time, watched over him. "You've been burning the midnight oil a bit too much," Allison remarked, flipping through some of the photos on the desk. Her tone was light, but Seb could hear the underlying note of concern. He had been spending more and more time in the newsroom room lately, often staying long after everyone else had gone. The conversation was interrupted by the sudden blare of the school's bell, signaling the end of lunch period. Students began to filter into the yearbook room, each absorbed in their own little worlds. "Don't push yourself too hard chief." Allison said with a short smile before walking away to greet a few of her friends. [[Why was he feeling so much dread?]] <h3>Played the game already?? [[Jump ahead in the story]]</h3>

As students filtered in for the newspaper, Seb cleared his throat and laid out the agenda for the day, "Listen up, everyone. Article deadlines are looming over us - they hit next Tuesday. Make sure you're not the one dropping the ball. We're going to be reviewing each other's spreads on Friday this week so make sure you're ready. Any questions?" Seb's gaze swept across the room, his expression a mix of expectation and mild disinterest. A few hands were raised, "Ok anyone got any questions that will help the group?" No hands remain raised and Seb nodded. "Got it, I'll come around to answer any questions you may have. Otherwise, you're free to do as you please. Remember, this Friday we're reviewing spreads and Tuesday is article deadlines." Seb made his rounds answering a few questions, making sure Taylor knew how to back up his files, giving his opinion on some photoediting choices to Preston and helping Bianca with a few tricky sentences in her article on the lack of pet adoptions at the local shelter. [[But that wasn't what was on his mind.]]

<img src= "images/CH (1)/Cody Intro.jpeg"> Approaching him after school, Seb found Cody lounging near the parking lot, leaned up against his car as he took drag after drag from a cigarette.Something about Cody's appearance and demeanor drove Seb the wrong way but he pushed it aside, trying to keep his tone casual. "Hey, Cody, got a minute?" Cody glanced up, his expression indifferent. "What's up, man?" Seb dove right in. "I'm working on this piece about Lena Vega. You know, the girl who's missing." He gestured towards the posters plastered around the school with her face and information. "Saw you talking to her at the afterparty in some pics. Anything you can tell me about that?" Cody shrugged, his demeanor still nonchalant. "Lena? The missing girl? Yeah, we chatted a bit. Nothing serious, just some small talk." Seb couldn't help but notice the slight smirk playing at the corners of Cody's mouth as he mentioned their conversation. "She seemed chill. Shame she's missing, she was kinda hot." Seb pressed a little. "Did she mention anything unusual? Anything about a new phone or being worried about something?" "Nah, man. It was just normal stuff. She didn't seem stressed or anything. Just Lena being Lena," Cody replied with another drag of his cigarette. Seb couldn't shake off the feeling that Cody knew more than he was letting on about Lena's disappearance. But for now, all he had were vague answers and an unsettling feeling in his gut that something wasn't adding up with Cody's story. [[Something is still not right here]]

Seb, fueled by a mix of curiosity and suspicion, decided not to head straight home, instead keeping a cautious distance as Cody got into his car and drove off. Jumping into his own old car, Seb followed suit, his mind already racing with questions and speculations. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Parking Lot.jpeg"> As he tailed Cody, Seb thought about their conversation. His initial act was like he barely knew who she was but he had later said that she "was just Lena being Lena". It didn't add up. As a journalist, Seb prided himself on being able to sniff out the truth, and something about this situation just didn't feel right. Random students didn't just go missing without a trace. Cody's car weaved through the streets, eventually pulling into a rundown area, this was not a place people visited without a purpose. Seb parked his car a safe distance away and watched. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Run Down Area.jpeg"> He observed as Cody stepped out of his car and was immediately greeted by a couple of rough-looking individuals. Their exchange was brief and seemed cautious, but Seb's trained eye picked up on all the subtle cues - the hushed tones, quick hand-offs, and furtive glances were all too familiar. It had all the markings of a drug deal. Cody didn't stay long; after the exchange, he quickly got back into his car and drove away. Seb sat in his car for a few moments longer, trying to process what he had just witnessed. Did Cody have some connection to Lena's disappearance? Was she involved in drugs? Or was it all just a coincidence? He cautioned himself, as much as he wanted the truth, this investigation had been a dud. [[Illegal, but nothing specific on Lena]]

<img src= "images/CH (1)/Seb Texting 1.jpeg"> The events of the day played out like a movie in Seb's mind as he lay in bed. Cody was definitely involved in something shady, but there was no concrete evidence connecting him to Lena's case. Seb couldn't shake off the feeling that he was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. He needed to find it before it was too late but he was grasping at straws.<h3>A: You doing ok? You're still up? Go to sleeeeeep! </h3>Seb rolled over to paw for his phone on his nightstand. After the third grasp, he managed too snag it, unlocking it to read a text from Allison on Zapple, the social media app that everyone seemed to be using nowadays. How a drink brand whose main gimmick was weird facts on the inside of the cap had gotten into social media was beyond Seb, but nowadays it seemed like he couldn't communicate with anyone without it. He pushed stray thoughts about returning to the age of notebooks, pen and paper as he typed out a reply.<img src= "images/CH (1)/Allison Texting 1.jpeg"><h3>S: Yeah, just... a lot on my mind. A: Your brain needs a break, Seb. What's got you so occupied? S: Honestly? I've been working on an article looking into Lena Vega's disappearance. A: Lena?! OMG wow. Is that what you've been spending your time on? </h3>Before Seb could type out a reply, Allison sent another quick message.<h3>A:I'm worried about her. I can't imagine how her parents must feel.</h3>Allison really was a sweetheart.<h3>A: This makes a lot of sense. You've been exhausted lately. Well, even still, you can't solve everything in one night. S: I know, I know. It's just hard to switch off, especially when I feel like I'm onto something. A: Look, Sherlock, even detectives need their sleep. You'll be more help to Lena well-rested than running on empty. S: Fair enough. A: Look, if it helps, I'll ask my dad about it. He works for the local news station, so maybe he can ask around a bit? S: Really? That would be great. A: I'll ask only if you promise to go to sleep. </h3>Seb couldn't help but chuckle as Allison sent a series of threatening emojis. <h3> Ok promise. Goodnight Allison. Thanks. </h3> [[A little doom scrolling before bed then]]

Despite the exhaustion weighing down his body, Seb's mind was still racing with thoughts of Lena's case. He couldn't seem to shake it off, even as he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Frustrated, he reached for his phone and opened Zapple, hoping to distract himself until sleep took over. <<set $imageNumber2 to 1>> After some brief scrolling through the app—seeing that Natalie had gotten a new dog, Preston from Newspaper was now dating Bianca - good for them - and Reagan Vandalham had posted another photo of her by her pool in a way too small bikini— <<set $imageNumber1 to 1>> <<button "Scroll through Reagan's Zapple">> <<if $imageNumber1 gte 3>> <<set $imageNumber1 to 1>> <<else>> <<set $imageNumber1 to $imageNumber1 + 1>> <</if>> <<replace "#imageDisplay">> <<if $imageNumber1 == 1>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Reagan Zapple 1.jpeg"> <<elseif $imageNumber1 == 2>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Reagan Zapple 2.jpeg"> <<elseif $imageNumber1 == 3>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Reagan Zapple 3.jpeg"> <</if>> <</replace>> <</button>> <div id="imageDisplay"> <<if $imageNumber1 == 1>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Reagan Zapple 1.jpeg"> <<elseif $imageNumber1 == 2>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Reagan Zapple 2.jpeg"> <<elseif $imageNumber1 == 3>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Reagan Zapple 3.jpeg"> <</if>> </div> <b><i> She is so damn hot but so damn mean</i></b> His eyes lingered on her toned figure in the too-small bikini, and a wave of desire washed over him. Reagan was the undisputed queen of her high school, and it was no surprise why. Her mother was rich, after a messy divorce, and rumored to be a beautiful woman in her own right. Reagan had inherited her looks and was famous around the school for it, especially her massive breasts. She moved through the school like a model on a runway, with all eyes and whispers following in her wake. Every guy wanted to fuck Reagan Vandalham if they were straight and Seb specifically had pictured taking her massive tits between his hands and fucking, sucking, and cumming all over them. Seb couldn't help but feel like he was betraying his friendship with Allison a little bit by scrolling through Reagan's profile. He knew Allison had a deep dislike for her, and it wasn't just because of her snobby attitude. He didn't want to be just another guy falling under Reagan's spell but he couldn't stop himself from scrolling through her photos, his mind conjuring up images of him gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind, dominating her, as she moaned and wailed. Seb shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these thoughts. He needed to focus on Lena's case, not getting distracted by some hot girl at school. He needed to get off Zapple and just go to sleep. But then, he noticed a new icon on the corner of the screen. Curiosity getting the best of him, Seb tapped on it and discovered the app's 'matching' feature. It promised to connect users based on shared interests, activities, and mutual connections. A small part of Seb hoped this might provide some much-needed distraction from Lena's case. But deep down, he knew he was just looking for someone to fill the void - both in his mind and in his bed. <<button "Scroll through XXXStarryQueenDreamzXXX's Zapple">> <<if $imageNumber2 gte 3>> <<set $imageNumber2 to 1>> <<else>> <<set $imageNumber2 to $imageNumber2 + 1>> <</if>> <<replace "#imageDisplay2">> <<if $imageNumber2 == 1>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Lena Zapple 1.jpeg"> <<elseif $imageNumber2 == 2>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Lena Zapple 2.jpeg"> <<elseif $imageNumber2 == 3>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Lena Zapple 3.jpeg"> <</if>> <</replace>> <</button>> <div id="imageDisplay2"> <<if $imageNumber2 == 1>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Lena Zapple 1.jpeg"> <<elseif $imageNumber2 == 2>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Lena Zapple 2.jpeg"> <<elseif $imageNumber2 == 3>> <img src="images/CH (1)/Lena Zapple 3.jpeg"> <</if>> </div> As he browsed through the suggestions, his heart suddenly raced. There, under a different username, XXXStarryQueenDreamzXXX, was Lena Vega's unmistakable face, a quick cross reference to Lena's normal profile, LenaLaughterLove, confirmed it. This profile picture was much more recent, in mood lighting and carefully staged, her appearance meticulously crafted with makeup to bring out the best in her appearance. Cody had been right that Lena was attractive, but now, in this photo? Well, Seb had never seen her like this. Seb's mind raced with questions, but he found his thumbs moving faster than his mind as he tapped the 'Match' button. [[You have a match!]]

Seb's heart raced as he confirmed the match. He couldn't believe his luck. He opened the chat window, his fingers hesitating over the keyboard. What could he say that wouldn't scare her off? How could he approach this without revealing too much? Taking a deep breath, Seb typed out a simple greeting, <h3>Hey, cool profile. What's up? </h3>He hit send, hoping he didn't come across as too eager. Suddenly, a notification popped up on his screen - Lena had replied.<h3> Are you here to play? </h3>Seb's eyes narrowed at the screen. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was this all she was interested in? Just a casual hookup?<h3>No, just thought you seemed interesting. Wanted to say hi.</h3>Heart thudding, Seb typed out a message. His fingers shook as he hit send, uncertain of what would come next. He couldn't afford to lose this connection, it was his only link to Lena. Silence filled the chat for a few agonizing seconds before a reply finally came.<h3>Ok then. Goodbye.</h3>Panic surged through Seb's body. Was this it? Had he said something wrong? Frantically, he typed another message, desperate to keep the conversation going.<h3>Wait, don't go. I'm actually intrigued. What do you mean by 'play'?</h3>The chat lit up again, and Seb's heart raced with anticipation.<h3>Verifying...are you here to go deeper?</h3>Seb's confusion deepened. This felt like some sort of test or gatekeeping question. Seb knew he had to play along if he wanted to maintain this connection and find out more about Lena. But his confusion only grew; what did they mean by 'go deeper'? With careful consideration, he replied.<h3>Yeah, I'm here to go deeper. What's next?</h3>Seb waited, his breath trapped in his chest. [[Verifying user...confirming user's identity. Launching...]]

Suddenly, the phone's screen flickered with a pulsating light. Seb squinted, trying to make sense of what was happening. Before he could react, a blinding flash of light and power erupted from the device, enveloping him in its luminescence. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Seb Teleport.jpeg"> Startled, Seb felt a strange sensation, as if he was being pulled towards the phone. The room around him seemed to warp and twist, the boundaries of reality blurring. In a surreal, heart-stopping moment, he felt himself being drawn into the phone, the world around him dissolving into streams of light and color. Seb tried to shout, but his voice was lost in the vortex of light. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything went dark. [[Welcome to a new world!]]

Seb blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. He found himself in an unfamiliar place, a stark contrast to his bedroom. The room was bathed in a soft, velvety blue light that cast an ethereal glow on everything it touched. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Velour Room 1.jpeg"> The walls of the room were lined with thick, plush velour curtains, their deep blue hue reminiscent of a night sky. Elegant, antique furniture adorned the room, including a grand chaise longue and a heavy, intricately carved desk unlike anything he had ever seen before. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Eliza Intro.jpeg"> In the center of the room, behind the desk, sat a resident, a blonde-haired woman dressed as if she was a bellhop at a fancy hotel. "Welcome to the Velour Room," she spoke with a voice that was both melodic and commanding. "I am glad to meet you. I am Eliza, one of the residents here. You've entered a space that exists between dream and reality, mind and matter." Eliza continued, her eyes meeting Seb's with a piercing intensity. "You have been brought here because you possess a unique ability, one that is rare and powerful. You have the potential to alter cognition - to change how people perceive and interact with their world." The woman's voice was like a sweet symphony, but her words were anything but whimsical. Seb felt his mind racing as he listened to her speak, thoughts and theories swirling around in his head. Altering cognition? What did that mean? Could he really have the power to change people's perception of reality? Was this some kind of dream or hallucination? Eliza leaned forward slightly, her expression serious yet reassuring. "Here in the Velour Room, you can harness this ability, refine it. How you choose to use this gift will have significant consequences, both for you and for those around you." [[Wait...what does this have to do with Lena Vega?]]

Eliza continued, her tone grave yet imbued with a sense of urgency. "Lena's fate is intertwined with this approaching darkness. There is a great evil approaching, a threat that looms over not just her, but many others." Seb felt a chill run down his spine. A great evil? What the hell was this? He was most certainly dreaming...right? "But how? How am I supposed to stop this? And what exactly is this evil?" Seb asked, his voice a mix of fear and determination. Eliza's expression softened slightly. "In time, all will become clear. For now, you must learn to harness your ability, to understand its depths and its limits. As for the nature of the evil, it is something that defies simple explanation. It is a force that seeks to distort, to control, and to consume. You will come to know it soon enough." Seb nodded, "Ok, so, assuming this is even real. You won't be giving me many answers. But you said I have an ability. Teach me how to use it." [[Very well, let us begin.]]

[[Tutorial]] [[Just get to fighting]] <<set $enemy1hp = 80>>

Eliza nodded, her demeanor shifting to that of a mentor preparing a pupil. "Very well, let us begin." <img src= "images/CH (1)/Eliza Tutorial.jpeg"> She gestured towards an open space in the room. "In confrontations, you will rely on several key aspects: Health, Ego Points (EP), and your abilities. Understanding and managing these will be crucial." Seb stepped forward, his focus sharpening as he listened. "Health represents your physical and mental resilience," Eliza explained. "If your health reaches zero, you will be unable to continue the fight. Protecting your health is paramount." <h3>Hit Points: <<print$hp >></h3>"Ego Points, or EP, are a measure of your mental energy and willpower. They are expended when you use certain abilities. Managing your EP effectively is essential to maintaining your strength in prolonged encounters."<h3>Ego Points: <<print$ep >></h3> [[Ok what's next?]]

You are fighting Eliza in a tutorial fight! <img src= "images/CH (1)/Eliza Battle.jpeg"> "This is only a test, no need to worry, you cannot truly harm me." She says. Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Eliza's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Attack |Attack Eliza Tutorial Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Eliza Tutorial Battle]] [[Ego |Ego Eliza Tutorial Battle]] <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 50>> <<goto "Eliza Tutorial Battle gets serious">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>>

She then detailed his starting abilities:<h3>- <b>Attack:</b> A basic physical strike against your opponent. - <b>Ego:</b> This ability allows you to summon Sinclair, your Ego, to assist in battle. Sinclair's current ability is Shadow Strike, an accurate attack that cannot miss but consumes ego. - <b>Guard:</b> This defensive stance reduces the damage you take from attacks by 75%. It might be the difference in battle as you buy time to figure out your opponents weakness or tank big attacks.</h3>"As you grow and develop," Eliza continued, "you will learn more abilities and tactics. For now, let's focus on these basics. I will be your opponent for the purposes of this fight." "Begin by assessing the situation," Eliza instructed. "Choose your actions based on your opponent's behavior and your current resources. Remember, each choice matters. Your Ego has limited use but is a powerful tool. And most of all, each opponent is unique and a puzzle in and of itself." [[Let's get started |Just get to fighting]]

<<set $hp = 100>> <<set $ep = 20>> <<set $handgunammocount = 12>> <<set $shotgunammocount = 5>> <<set $handgrenadecount = 1>> <<set $firstaidkits = 1>> <<set $flowerpicked = 0>> <<set $latexgloves = 2>>

Character Stats: <<if $chapter != 3 and $chapter != 6>> <br> Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Ego Points: <<print$ep >> <<elseif $chapter == 3>> Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Ego Points: <<print$ep >> <h3>Inventory Handgun Ammo Remaining: <<print $handgunammocount>> Shotgun Ammo Remaining: <<print $shotgunammocount>> Grenades Remaining: <<print $handgrenadecount>> First Aid Kits Remaining: <<print $firstaidkits>> Latex Gloves Remaining: <<print $latexgloves>> <<if $fountaindroplets >=1>> You have <<print $fountaindroplets>> droplets from the strange fountain <</if>> <<if $virus2samples >= 1>> You have <<print $virus2samples>> sample(s) of the virus infecting the shambler brutes <</if>> <<if $virus1samples >= 1>> You have <<print $virus1samples>> sample(s) of the virus infecting the shamblers <</if>> <<if $flowerpicked == 1>> You have the radiant flower you picked in the garden. Its presence is strangely calming. <</if>> <<if $denkey >=1>> You have the gargoyle's key. <</if>> <<if $magicbrooch ==1>> You have the magic brooch from Carmila the vampire. <</if>> <<if $antivirus >= 1>> You hold an antivirus vial. <<if $antivirus == 2>> It gives off a silvery glow, shimmering with a magical energy.<</if>> <</if>> </h3> <<else>> <h3> Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Your Active Hokemon's Attack: <<print $playerattack>> Your Active Hokemon's Defense: <<print $playerdefense>> Your Active Enemy Hokemon's Attack: <<print $enemyattack>> Your Active Enemy Hokemon's Defense: <<print $enemydefense>> Hokemon Status: Reagan's HP: <<print $reaganhp>> <<if $reagansleep == 1>> Reagan is asleep! <</if>> <<if $confused == 1>> Reagan is confused! <</if>> <<if $reaganpoisoned == 1>> Reagan is poisoned! <</if>> Allison's HP: <<print $allisonhp>> <<if $allisonsleep == 1>> Allison is asleep! <</if>> <<if $confused == 1>> Allison is confused! <</if>> <<if $allisonpoisoned == 1>> Allison is poisoned! <</if>> Rose's HP: <<print $rosehp>> <<if $rosesleep == 1>> Rose is asleep! <</if>> <<if $confused == 1>> Rose is confused! <</if>> <<if $rosepoisoned == 1>> Rose is poisoned! <</if>> <<if $gemmafreed == 2>> Gemma's HP <<print $gemmahp>> <<if $gemmasleep == 1>> Gemma is asleep! <</if>> <<if $confused == 1>> Gemma is confused! <</if>> <<if $gemmapoisoned == 1>> Gemma is poisoned! <</if>> <</if>> Items: Hyper Potions: <<print $hyperpotioncount>> Hokéballs: <<print $Hokéballcount>> </h3> <</if>>

<<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> You attack the enemy, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Attack.jpeg">  <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(10, 20)>> The enemy casts a fireball spell, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 6) + 4>> The enemy attacks with a throwing knife, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. Eliza's Health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Ok |Just get to fighting]]

You guard against an incoming attack! <<set $guarding = 1>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Guard.jpeg">  <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 4)>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(10, 20)>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 2)>> <</if>>  The enemy casts a fireball spell, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 6) + 4>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 2)>> <</if>>  The enemy attacks with a throwing knife, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. Eliza's Health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Ok |Just get to fighting]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike |Shadow Strike Eliza Tutorial Battle]] Dark Move [[Go back |Just get to fighting]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(12, 20) + 4>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back |Ego Eliza Tutorial Battle]] <</if>> [[Eliza retaliates!]]

<<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(10, 20)>> The enemy casts a fireball spell, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 6) + 4>> The enemy attacks with a throwing knife, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. Eliza's Health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Ok |Just get to fighting]]

Eliza looked at Seb, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. "Impressive, Seb. You've adapted quickly and effectively. It's rare to see such natural skill." <img src= "images/CH (1)/Eliza Smiling.jpeg"> A small smile appeared on Eliza's face. "You've forced me to take this more seriously. Let's raise the stakes." <<set $enemy1hp = 100>> The atmosphere in the room shifted; the air seemed to crackle with energy. Seb nodded, bracing himself. He could feel his adrenaline surging, his focus sharpening. This was more than just a tutorial now; it was a real challenge. <<set $hp = 100>> "It seems your efforts have granted you new abilities. Use them well." <<set $ep = 30>> Eliza smiled grimly before moving to attack him with surprising speed.<h3> Seb learned Third Eye! Toggle the Third Eye to gain insight into the enemy's attacks and reveal weaknesses. The Third Eye has a small chance to drain your EP every turn. Sinclair leveled up! Sinclair learned Fireball! A move that has a high floor and ceiling for damage. Shadow Strike has a more consistent range of damage but has a lower ceiling then Fireball.</h3>[[Let's do this! |Eliza Tutorial Battle For Real]]<h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3>

You are fighting Eliza in a more serious fight! <img src= "images/CH (1)/Eliza Battle For Real 1.jpeg"> "I'm not going all out, but you should still be on your guard." Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Serious Eliza's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Attack |Attack Eliza Tutorial Battle For Real]] [[Guard |Guard Eliza Tutorial Battle For Real]] [[Ego |Ego Eliza Tutorial Battle For Real]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Eliza Tutorial Battle For Real]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>>  <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  Eliza is preparing a <b>powerful</b> fireball spell. Big damage incoming! Guarding may be wise! <<else>> Eliza is preparing to throw a knife at you. <</if>> You should plan accordingly. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "Eliza Tutorial Battle For Real Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> You attack the enemy, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Attack.jpeg"> [[Eliza retaliates! |Eliza retaliates! For Real!]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>> You guard against an incoming attack! <<set $guarding = 1>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Guard.jpeg"> [[Eliza retaliates! |Eliza retaliates! For Real!]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 40) + 5>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back |Ego Eliza Tutorial Battle For Real]] <</if>> [[Eliza retaliates! |Eliza retaliates! For Real!]]

<img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <<if $thirdeyeactive != 1>> The Third Eye is now on. <<set $thirdeyeactive = 1>> <<else>> The Third Eye is now off. <<set $thirdeyeactive = 0>> <</if>> [[Ok |Eliza Tutorial Battle For Real]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>> <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Eliza Battle For Real 2.jpeg"> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(20, 80)>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 4)>> <</if>>  The enemy casts a fireball spell, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 20>>  Eliza's fireball burns you, dealing an extra 15 damage per turn. <<set $poisoned = 1>> <</if>> <<else>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 6) + 4>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 4)>> <</if>>  The enemy attacks with a throwing knife, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $poisoned == 1>> <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 50>>  You are no longer burning. <<set $poisoned = 0>> <<else>> You are burning. You lost 15 health! <<set $hp -= 15>> <</if>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. Serious Eliza's Health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Ok |Eliza Tutorial Battle For Real]]

As the final blow landed, Eliza's figure flickered for a monent, signaling Seb's victory. Breathing heavily, Seb watched as Eliza clapped her hands slowly, a mischievous yet approving smile on her face. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Eliza Victory.jpeg"> "Congratulations, Seb," Eliza said, her eyes twinkling with a playful flirtation. "You've exceeded my expectations. It's not often that someone can best me in my own domain. But remember, the real world won't be as forgiving as I am." She stepped closer, her voice lowering to a whisper. "You've proven your strength and your resolve, Seb. Now it's time for you to face the true test. Lena's World awaits you – a realm shaped by her thoughts, fears, and desires. It will be unlike anything you've encountered." "What am I supposed to do in Lena's World?" Seb finally mustered up the courage to ask, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. Eliza's gaze became distant, yet intense. "In Lena's World, you must navigate the labyrinth of her mind. Uncover the truths hidden within and confront the shadows that lurk in its corners. It's there that you'll find the answers you seek about Lena... and about the great evil." Eliza's explanation only left Seb with more questions. But before he could ask anything more, Eliza raised her hand, and the room around them began to dissolve. Seb felt the familiar sensation of being pulled through a vortex of light and color. "Remember, Seb, in Lena's World, things are not always what they seem," were Eliza's last words echoing in his ears as he was swept away into the unknown. [[Lena's world]] <<set $hp = 100>> <<set $ep = 30>>

As Seb emerged from the vortex of light and color, he found himself standing amidst a sprawling cityscape. The city around him was like a panel straight out of a graphic novel. Towering skyscrapers stretched towards the sky, their glass and steel surfaces gleaming under a sun that seemed just a bit too bright, a bit too perfect. Buildings had bold outlines and vibrant colors, some adorned with massive billboards depicting various superheroes in dynamic poses. <img src= "images/CH (1)/St. Angelus 2.jpeg"> In the center of the city stood a particularly imposing building, towering above the rest, clearly standing out as a giant corporate headquarters, the words "V-Sec". Before Seb could truly get his bearings, he was swept off his feet just as a car landed hood first in the spot he had just been standing. Momentarily startled, Seb looked to see none other than Lena, not so cleverly disguised as a superheroine. In a darker and more gruff voice she spoke to him, <img src= "images/CH (1)/Nightclaw Intro.jpeg"> "This is no place for the weak." Seb, catching his breath, replied, "Lena, I'm here to help you. What's happening?" Lena gave him a hard look. "Help? This city is a battlefield." Seb noticed the determined glint in her eyes. "You're in danger, Lena. There's a bigger threat." She scoffed, her stance firm. "I deal with danger daily." "It's not like that," Seb pressed on. "There's something else, something worse." Lena paused briefly, then spoke. "Nightclaw never runs." [[Nightclaw?]] <<set $hp = 100>> <<set $ep = 30>>

Seb was taken aback. "Nightclaw?" Lena, or rather Nightclaw, as she seemed to prefer, didn't respond. Instead, she grabbed Seb's arm and in one fluid, superhuman motion, leapt upwards, landing them both on a nearby rooftop. The city sprawled beneath them, a vibrant tapestry of light and shadow. "Stay here," she said curtly. Before Seb could protest, Nightclaw was off again, leaping from building to building with astonishing agility. Seb watched, his heart racing, as she disappeared into the distance. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Kaiju Attack.jpeg"> He didn't have to wait long to understand why she had left. A deep, rumbling roar echoed through the city, followed by the unmistakable sound of massive footsteps. Seb peered over the edge of the rooftop and saw it—a giant Kaiju-like monster, towering over the buildings, its eyes glowing with a malevolent light. The creature's massive form wrecked everything in its path as it roared through the city streets. Seb's mind was reeling, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding before him. How could this be happening? [[Are you going to just stand by and watch?]]

Closing his eyes, Seb allowed Sinclair's questions to resonate deeply within him. He felt his essence intertwine with Sinclair's, their energies merging into a powerful force. A transformation began, as if a storm of light and energy was erupting within Seb, each wave crashing and merging with his very being. Opening his eyes, he glanced down to see he was now wearing an entirely new outfit, a superhero suit. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Brainstorm.jpeg"> The base of the suit was a sleek, form-fitting material in an almost black color. The chest and shoulders of the suit are reinforced with lightweight, metallic armor that had a slightly weathered, gunmetal finish with orange accents. His vision, now filled with a heads up display system, was tinted orange as he wore a visor of sorts which he found had multiple vision modes inlcuding night and thermal vision. Glancing down, he found himself wearing a utility belt with pouches and compartments, each designed to hold various gadgets and tools that he might need. He had transformed into Brainstorm, a psychic hero. As Brainstorm, Seb leapt into action, descending from the rooftop slowing his fall with his own psychic powers. [[Time to defeat a Kaiju]]

Seb's thoughts were interrupted as a figure materialized in front of him. Somehow, he knew the figure already. It was Sinclair, his Ego, a manifestation of his inner strength and willpower. Dressed in an old time suit with a pocketwatch swinging from his outstretched hand and a pair of demonic wings, the Ego looked as imposing as it was powerful. Sinclair looked at Seb with an intensity that cut through the chaos unfolding below. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Sinclair Intro.jpeg"> "Have you come to this place only to observe, Seb?" Sinclair's voice was deep and resonant. "Is it your destiny to stand idly by while others struggle, while the truth remains shrouded in shadows?" Sinclair's words cut through Seb like a knife. Eliza's words echoed in his mind: this world was a blend of dreams and reality, and he had the power to alter cognition. He took a deep breath and met Sinclair's gaze, determination settling in his heart. It was time to make a choice - to stand up and fight for what was right, no matter the consequences. He was here to find Lena after all right? <b><i> And I'll be damned if I don't do everything I can to find her.</i></b> "Merge with me, and become the beacon of hope this realm desperately needs!" [[Time to mask up]]

As he landed on the ground, he could feel the raw energy of his psychic powers coursing through him, ready to be unleashed. Ahead of him, the towering Kaiju rampaged through the city streets, its massive form casting shadows over the buildings. Its roars were deafening, shaking the ground with each step it took. Brainstorm could see Nightclaw engaging the beast, her movements a blur of speed and precision. "Nightclaw!" Brainstorm called out, his voice amplified by the suit's systems. She gave a quick nod in response, her focus solely on taking down the monstrous beast. As they prepared to face their formidable enemy together, a fleeting thought crossed Brainstorm's mind - amidst all this chaos, Nightclaw still managed to look incredibly hot. [[Kaiju Fight!]] <<set $enemy1hp = 1200>> <h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3>

You are fighting a giant Kaiju alongside Nightclaw! <img src= "images/CH (1)/Kaiju Attack Fight.jpeg"> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Kaiju's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Attack |Attack Kaiju Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Kaiju Battle]] [[Ego |Ego Kaiju Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Kaiju Battle]] <<set $environmentalInteraction to either("Collapsible Structures", "Terrain Alterations", "No Options")>> <<if $environmentalInteraction is "Collapsible Structures">> Buildings are collapsing around you which you can use to your advantage maybe? [[Try to use the collapsing buildings to your advantage|Try to use the collapsing buildings to your advantage 1]] <<elseif $environmentalInteraction is "Terrain Alterations">> The street and ground are shaking and rippling under your feet. Debris is flying everywhere and a giant crack is opening in the middle of the street. [[Try to use the altered terrain to your advantage|Try to use the altered terrain to your advantage 1]] <<else>> There are no significant changes in the environment this turn. <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $kaijuAttackType = random(1, 20)>>   <<if $kaijuAttackType lte 3>>  The Kaiju is charging up its Laser Breath. Massive damage incoming! Maybe you should guard! This attack is going to burn! <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 4 and $kaijuAttackType lte 6>>  The Kaiju prepares to unleash a devastating Stomp. Massive damage incoming! Maybe you should guard! <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 7 and $kaijuAttackType lte 9>>  The Kaiju is readying its Tail Whip. Massive damage incoming! Maybe you should guard! <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 10 and $kaijuAttackType lte 20>>  The Kaiju looks around for an object to throw. <</if>> You should plan accordingly. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 900>> <<goto "Kaiju Battle gets serious">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> You attack the enemy with a psychic bladed punch, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Attack.jpeg"> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 4)>> <</if>> You guard against an incoming attack! <<set $guarding = 1>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Guard.jpeg"> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Psy Blade Strike |Shadow Strike Kaiju Battle]] Dark Move [[Mindfire |Fireball Kaiju Battle]] Fire Move [[Go back |Kaiju Fight!]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 40) + 5>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and manifest a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back |Ego Kaiju Battle]] <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(12, 20) + 4>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back |Ego Kaiju Battle]] <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]]

<<set $kaijuAttackType = random(1, 20)>>   <<if $kaijuAttackType lte 3>>  <<if $guarding is 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round((random(20, 100) * 0.25))>>  The Kaiju unleashes its Laser Breath, but you guard against it, reducing the damage to <<print $damageTaken>>. <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 20>>  The Laser Breath burns you, dealing an extra 15 damage per turn. <<set $poisoned = 1>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set $damageTaken = random(20, 100)>> The Kaiju unleashes its Laser Breath, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. <</if>> <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 20>>  The Laser Breath burns you, dealing an extra 15 damage per turn. <<set $poisoned = 1>> <</if>> <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 4 and $kaijuAttackType lte 6>>  <<if $guarding is 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round((random(20, 100) * 0.25))>> The Kaiju stomps fiercely, but your guard reduces the damage to <<print $damageTaken>>. <<else>> <<set $damageTaken = random(20, 100)>> The Kaiju stomps fiercely, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. <</if>> <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 7 and $kaijuAttackType lte 9>>  <<if $guarding is 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round((random(20, 100) * 0.25))>> The Kaiju's Tail Whip strikes, but the damage is reduced to <<print $damageTaken>> due to your guard. <<else>> <<set $damageTaken = random(20, 100)>> The Kaiju's Tail Whip strikes, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. <</if>> <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 10 and $kaijuAttackType lte 20>>  <<if $guarding is 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round(((random(5, 20) + 5) * 0.25))>> The Kaiju throws a massive object at you, but your guard reduces the damage to <<print $damageTaken>>. <<else>> <<set $damageTaken = random(5, 20) + 5>> The Kaiju throws a massive object at you, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. <</if>> <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $poisoned == 1>> <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 50>>  You are no longer burning. <<set $poisoned = 0>> <<else>> You are burning. You lost 15 health! <<set $hp -= 15>> <</if>> <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print $hp>> Your Ego Points: <<print $ep>> Kaiju's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Nightclaw attacks!]]

<<set $nightclawAttackType = random(1, 3)>>  <img src= "images/CH (1)/Nightclaw Attack.jpeg">  <<if $nightclawAttackType is 1>> Nightclaw strikes from the shadows with precision.  <<set $damageDone = random(150, 200)>> Nightclaw deals <<print $damageDone>> damage. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<elseif $nightclawAttackType is 2>> Nightclaw uses her grappling hook to gain the advantage and attack.  <<set $damageDone = random(150, 200)>> Nightclaw deals <<print $damageDone>> damage. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<elseif $nightclawAttackType is 3>> Nightclaw employs high-tech gadgets to gain the upper hand.  <<set $damageDone = random(150, 200)>> Nightclaw deals <<print $damageDone>> damage. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <</if>> Kaiju's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Ok |Kaiju Fight!]]

Nightclaw's eyes widened. "It's not done yet!" <img src= "images/CH (1)/Kaiju Roar.jpeg"> Brainstorm watched in alarm as the Kaiju began to thrash wildly, its attacks becoming more erratic and powerful. The beast seemed to be channeling its pain and rage into a newfound strength. As it rose, a sickening gas began to be released from it's body causing nearby citizens to cough and writhe in pain. The Kaiju lunged towards them, its massive flashlight swinging with devastating force. Brainstorm used his psychic powers to create a shield, deflecting the blows, while Nightclaw darted in and out, delivering quick, targeted strikes. "I'll create an opening; you go for the final strike!" Brainstorm called out. Nightclaw glanced back at him with an initial look of disbelief, before nodding in affirmation. She reached out, injecting him with an almost clear green liquid, healing him quickly before bounding away. [[The Kaiju Fight! Gets Serious!]] <h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3> <<set $enemy1hp = 2400>> <<set $hp = 100>> <<set $ep = 30>>

You are fighting a giant Kaiju alongside Nightclaw, but it's serious now! <img src= "images/CH (1)/Kaiju Attack Fight 2.jpeg"> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Serious Kaiju's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Attack |Attack Kaiju Battle Serious]] [[Guard |Guard Kaiju Battle Serious]] [[Ego |Ego Kaiju Battle Serious]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Kaiju Battle Serious]] The environments rapid changing and the Kaiju's poison spells danger for you and Nightclaw, but it also creates opportunity, if you can spot it. <<set $environmentalInteraction to either("Collapsible Structures", "Terrain Alterations",)>> <<if $environmentalInteraction is "Collapsible Structures">> Buildings are collapsing around you which you can use to your advantage maybe? [[Try to use the collapsing buildings to your advantage|Try to use the collapsing buildings to your advantage 2]] <<else>> The street and ground are shaking and rippling under your feet. Debris is flying everywhere and a giant crack is opening in the middle of the street. [[Try to use the altered terrain to your advantage|Try to use the altered terrain to your advantage 2]] <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $kaijuAttackType = random(1, 20)>>   <<if $kaijuAttackType lte 3>>  The Kaiju is charging up its Laser Breath. Massive damage incoming! Maybe you should guard! <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 4 and $kaijuAttackType lte 6>>  The Kaiju prepares to unleash a devastating Stomp. Massive damage incoming! Maybe you should guard! <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 7 and $kaijuAttackType lte 9>>  The Kaiju is readying its Tail Whip. Massive damage incoming! Maybe you should guard! <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 10 and $kaijuAttackType lte 20>>  The Kaiju looks around for an object to throw. <</if>> You should plan accordingly. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 500>> <<goto "Kaiju Battle Serious Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>>

<<set $brainstormAttempt = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $thirdeyeactive ==1>> <<if $brainstormAttempt lte 6>>  Brainstorm's strategy works! An opening is created against the Kaiju as Brainstorm uses his Third Eye to identify the Kaiju's weakness! <<set $nightclawopening = 1>> <<else>>  Despite Brainstorm's efforts, the plan fails to create an opening. <</if>> <<else>> <<if $brainstormAttempt lte 4>>  Brainstorm's strategy works! An opening is created against the Kaiju as Brainstorm sees the Kaiju's weakness! <<set $nightclawopening = 1>> <<else>>  Despite Brainstorm's efforts, the plan fails to create an opening. <</if>> <</if>> [[Continue the battle|The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> You attack the enemy with a psychic bladed punch, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Attack.jpeg"> [[The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Psy Blade Strike |Shadow Strike Kaiju Battle Serious]] Dark Move [[Mindfire |Fireball Kaiju Battle Serious]] Fire Move [[Go back |The Kaiju Fight! Gets Serious!]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 40) + 5>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and manifest a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back |Ego Kaiju Battle]] <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> [[The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(12, 20) + 4>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back |Ego Kaiju Battle]] <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> [[The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]]

<<set $kaijuAttackType = random(1, 20)>>   <<if $kaijuAttackType lte 3>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 2)>>  <<if $hitChance is 1>>  <<if $guarding is 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round((random(50, 100) * 0.25))>>  The Kaiju unleashes its Laser Breath, but you guard against it, reducing the damage to <<print $damageTaken>>. <<else>> <<set $damageTaken = random(50, 100)>> The Kaiju unleashes its Laser Breath, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. <</if>> <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 20>>  The Laser Breath burns you, dealing an extra 15 damage per turn. <<set $poisoned = 1>> <</if>> <<else>> The Kaiju's Laser Breath misses! <</if>> <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 4 and $kaijuAttackType lte 6>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 2)>>  <<if $hitChance is 1>>  <<if $guarding is 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round((random(50, 100) * 0.25))>> The Kaiju stomps fiercely, but your guard reduces the damage to <<print $damageTaken>>. <<else>> <<set $damageTaken = random(50, 100)>> The Kaiju stomps fiercely, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. <</if>> <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>> The Kaiju's Stomp misses! <</if>> <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 7 and $kaijuAttackType lte 9>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 2)>>  <<if $hitChance is 1>>  <<if $guarding is 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round((random(50, 100) * 0.25))>> The Kaiju's Tail Whip strikes, but the damage is reduced to <<print $damageTaken>> due to your guard. <<else>> <<set $damageTaken = random(50, 100)>> The Kaiju's Tail Whip strikes, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. <</if>> <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>> The Kaiju's Tail Whip misses! <</if>> <<elseif $kaijuAttackType gte 10 and $kaijuAttackType lte 20>>  <<if $guarding is 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round(((random(5, 20) + 5) * 0.25))>> The Kaiju throws a massive object at you, but your guard reduces the damage to <<print $damageTaken>>. <<else>> <<set $damageTaken = random(5, 20) + 5>> The Kaiju throws a massive object at you, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. <</if>> <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <</if>>  <<set $poisonDamage = random(5, 20)>> <<set $hp -= $poisonDamage>> The toxic fumes of Kiaju's poison gas fill the air, weakening you. You suffer <<print $poisonDamage>> damage due to the poison. This damage can't be guarded! <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $poisoned == 1>> <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 50>>  You are no longer burning. <<set $poisoned = 0>> <<else>> You are burning. You lost 15 health! <<set $hp -= 15>> <</if>> <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print $hp>> Your Ego Points: <<print $ep>> Serious Kaiju's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Nightclaw attacks the Serious Kaiju!]]

<<set $nightclawAttackType = random(1, 3)>>  <img src= "images/CH (1)/Nightclaw Attack.jpeg">  <<if $nightclawAttackType is 1>> Nightclaw strikes from the shadows with precision.  <<set $damageDone = random(150, 200)>> <<if $nightclawopening is 1>> <<set $damageDone *= 11>>  She takes advantage of the opening! Damage multiplied! <</if>> Nightclaw deals <<print $damageDone>> damage. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<elseif $nightclawAttackType is 2>> Nightclaw uses her grappling hook to gain the advantage and attack.  <<set $damageDone = random(150, 200)>> <<if $nightclawopening is 1>> <<set $damageDone *= 12>> She takes advantage of the opening! Damage multiplied! <</if>> Nightclaw deals <<print $damageDone>> damage. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<elseif $nightclawAttackType is 3>> Nightclaw employs high-tech gadgets to gain the upper hand.  <<set $damageDone = random(150, 200)>> <<if $nightclawopening is 1>> <<set $damageDone *= 10>> She takes advantage of the opening! Damage multiplied! <</if>> Nightclaw deals <<print $damageDone>> damage. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <</if>> Serious Kaiju's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Ok |The Kaiju Fight! Gets Serious!]]

After a fierce battle against the berserk Kaiju, Brainstorm realized they needed a more drastic approach. He quickly devised a plan, focusing his telekinetic powers to execute it. "Nightclaw, I'm going to give you a lift!" Brainstorm shouted, his hands glowing with psychic energy. Concentrating intensely, he began to form platforms of telekinetic energy, creating a spiraling staircase in the air leading up to the towering Kaiju's head. Nightclaw understood the plan instantly. With agility and precision, she began to ascend the psychic staircase, moving swiftly towards the creature's gaping mouth. Brainstorm then turned his attention to the surrounding chaos, searching for the right tool for their plan. His eyes landed on a damaged car, leaking gas and ready to ignite. Using his telekinesis, he lifted the volatile car, floating it up towards Nightclaw even as the Kaiju destroyed the staircase he had worked to create. As Nightclaw reached the top of the telekinetic staircase, Brainstorm carefully maneuvered the car to her. "Catch!" he called out, as he gently tossed the car towards her. With perfect timing, Nightclaw pulled out a pulse gun, shooting the car mid-air sending it directly into the Kaiju's open mouth. The creature, caught off guard, snapped its mouth shut, the car disappearing into its maw. Nightclaw quickly descended the staircase as Brainstorm dissolved it, both heroes putting a safe distance between themselves and the monster. Moments later, a muffled explosion erupted from within the Kaiju, its body convulsing violently. The explosion from inside was devastating; the creature staggered, let out a weakened, gurgling roar, and then collapsed to the ground, finally defeated. [[Not bad huh?]] <h3>Sebastien leveled up!</h3> <<set $hp = 150>> <<set $ep = 30>> <<set $nightclawopening = 0>>

As the dust settled around the fallen Kaiju, Brainstorm turned to Nightclaw, admiration and relief evident in his eyes. "Not bad, huh?" he said, the adrenaline of the moment still pulsing through him. Nightclaw, catching her breath, looked at the defeated beast and then back at Brainstorm, though she said nothing. Seizing the moment, Brainstorm spoke up, "You know, we make a pretty good team, Nightclaw. Maybe we could work together more often? Tackle these challenges as a duo?" <img src= "images/CH (1)/Nightclaw Sad.jpeg"> Nightclaw's expression changed, her features hardening as she took a step back. "I work alone," she stated firmly. "This... was an exception. The city needs Nightclaw, not a partnership." Nightclaw shook her head, her stance unwavering. "This is my fight, Brainstorm. My journey. I have to do this my way. Alone." Realizing he couldn't change her mind, Brainstorm nodded, respecting her decision. "Alright, I understand. But if you ever need backup, you know where to find me." Nightclaw gave him a brief nod, acknowledging his offer, before turning away. "Just keep up the good work, Brainstorm. This city needs more heroes like you." With that, she disappeared into the shadows of the city. [[Well fuck. What now?]]

Left alone amidst the ruins of the battle, Brainstorm, now Seb again, contemplated his next move. The adrenaline of the fight had worn off, leaving him with a sense of uncertainty. "Well, what now?" he muttered to himself. <img src= "images/CH (1)/St. Angelus 1.jpeg"> He looked around at the city - Lena's city - a place born from her mind, filled with dangers and challenges he had barely begun to understand. As he pondered his next steps, Seb remembered his phone. He reached into his pocket and pulled it out. The Zapple app was still open, its interface glowing softly. The chat with Lena was still open with a prompt,<h3> Return to the real world? </h3>Seb weighed his options for a moment before replying,<h3> Yes </h3>As Seb gazed at the prompt on his phone, a response appeared on the Zapple app, outlining his options for returning to the real world. The app's interface displayed the message clearly:<h3>Choose your method of return: 1. Request direct return through the app. 2. Consume a Zapple Drink to physically transport back.</h3>Seb considered the two choices. The first option seemed straightforward – simply request a return through the app. It was a digital solution, fitting for the surreal nature of his current situation. The second option, however, intrigued him. The idea of using a Zapple Drink as a physical means to transport back to reality had an almost whimsical quality to it, reminiscent of the fantasy stories where a potion could open doors to other worlds. He selected the second option. Seb's choice was met with a prompt response from the app, confirming his selection and providing further information:<h3>You have selected to return via Zapple Drink. Please locate and consume a Zapple Drink to initiate physical transportation back to your reality. Note: With the Zapple app, you now have the ability to transport yourself to and from this world at any time, either through the app or by consuming an actual Zapple Drink.</h3> [[Now that's just fucking weird.]]

What did Zapple the drink have to do with any of this? Seb shook his head. After the exhausting battle he had just experienced, that was a question for another day. Seb typed a response into the app:<h3>Nevermind. Request direct return through the app.</h3>As soon as he sent the message, the app responded with a confirmation. The familiar vortex of light and color began to form around him, signaling the initiation of his return to the real world. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Seb Teleport.jpeg"> Seb braced himself as the swirling lights enveloped him, his mind filled with thoughts of Lena's world and the mysteries it held. He knew he would return, but for now, he needed time to process everything and prepare for his next venture into this extraordinary realm. With a final glance at the cityscape of Lena's creation, Seb was swept away, the vortex carrying him back to his own reality, back to his room and on his bed as if he had never left. [[End of CH 1]]

<img src= "images/CH (1)/CH 1 Thank You.jpeg"> <b>A Big Thanks!</b> To you amazing players, Thanks for taking this epic journey with me! You're the best! I'm still hard at work on the next chapters, but I wanted to say thanks in advance for all the bug reports and typo checks. Not as much fighting in the next chapter and I'm still considering a rewrite for it! More to come soon! <b>Cheers!</b> <img src= "images/CH (1)/CH 1 Thank You 2.jpeg"> <h3>[[On to CH 2]]</h3> <img src= "images/CH (1)/CH 1 Thank You 1.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (1)/CH 1 Thank You 3.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (1)/CH 1 Thank You 4.jpeg">

Seb slowly gathered his thoughts as the yearbook room filled with the bustling energy of students returning from lunch. He thought about the battles he had fought alongside Nightclaw, the challenges they had faced together, and the strange sense of purpose he had felt there. It was a world born from Lena's mind, yet it had felt so real, so urgent. Now, back in the mundane setting of the school newspaper room, everything seemed trivial in comparison. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Newsroom.jpeg"> He glanced in his bag, a Zapple he had purchased on the way to school this morning sitting idly by as he contemplated his next move. Somehow, he figured, he could help Lena with the app, his powers, and that strange world, but how? Seb's thoughts were interrupted as a few students approached him with questions about the upcoming edition. He answered mechanically at first, his responses automatic but he stopped himself. Sure, he had a lot on his mind, but most of his questions weren't answerable at the moment, most of the problems couldn't be solved right now. He took a deep breath, slowing his mental roll down tenfold. For now he had a newspaper to run. Pushing aside his thoughts of Lena's World, Seb focused on the immediate tasks at hand. [[Alright everyone! Like what I'm seeing!]] <<set $chapter = 2>> <<set $hp = 150>> <<set $ep = 30>>

<img src= "images/CH (2)/Seb Writing.jpeg"> The rest of the school day passed in a blur for Seb as he immersed himself in the tasks of running the school newspaper. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, the yearbook room emptied out, leaving Seb alone with his thoughts and the unfinished article. He decided to stay late, determined to make some progress. 500 more words in, the door swung open, and in walked Allison, looking slightly flushed and carrying her tennis racket. She had just come from tennis practice with the school team and seemed in high spirits. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Tennis.jpeg"> "Hey Seb, staying late again?" she asked, setting down her gear and walking over to his desk. "Yeah, just trying to finish up this article," Seb replied, offering her a weary smile. Allison noticed the Zapple bottle in Seb's bag and said, "Ooh! I love these! I forgot my water bottle and I'm parched after practice. Mind if I take a sip of your Zapple?" Seb, remembering the power of the Zapple bottle, hesitated for a moment. But seeing Allison's genuine need for a drink, he decided it was just a regular Zapple after all, and handed it over. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Tennis Zapple.jpeg"> "Sure, go ahead," Seb said, pushing the bottle towards her. Allison unscrewed the cap and took a long sip of the Zapple. As she did, the room around her began to blur and shift. Seb's eyes widened in shock as he realized what was happening. "Allison, wait!" he exclaimed, but it was too late. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Teleport.jpeg"> In a swirl of colors and light, Allison was pulled into the Zapple bottle, disappearing from the room. Seb sat frozen, his mind racing before he mentally slapped himself and burst into action. Grabbing the Zapple bottle, he took a deep breath and took a sip from the bottle, bracing himself for the familiar sensation of being transported. [[The room spun around him]]

<img src= "images/CH (2)/Seb Teleport.jpeg"> The room spun around Seb, and in moments, he found himself standing in an entirely different world. This wasn't Lena's city; it was a realm of high fantasy, with soaring towers, ancient castles, and a bustling medieval marketplace. The air was filled with the sounds of blacksmiths at work, the chatter of merchants, and the distant echo of minstrels playing. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Runetellus.jpeg"> Seb looked around in awe. The architecture was a blend of Gothic and Renaissance styles, with spires reaching towards the sky and intricate stone carvings adorning the buildings. The streets were paved with cobblestones, and colorful banners fluttered from the rooftops, each representing different guilds or noble houses. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Ahri Intro.jpeg"> In the midst of this fantasy city stood Allison wearing an outfit that consisted of a flowing, fox-themed robe with intricate patterns and delicate embroidery, complemented by a pair of sleek, knee-high boots. Around her waist was a sash that accentuated her figure, and her gloves were adorned with symbols of mystic power. Her hair was styled with ornate accessories that shimmered in the light of the setting sun. Most noteable, however, were her fox ears and tail. "Allison?" Seb called out, approaching her cautiously. Allison turned, and Seb could see the surprise in her eyes. "Seb? What... where are we?" "This is your world, Allison." Seb explained, still trying to take in the sights and sounds of the bustling fantasy city. Allison looked around, her expression a mix of wonder and confusion. "My world? But how? What...even is all this?" Seb realized in retrospect that his explanation had basically been a non-answer. Seb shrugged, equally baffled. "The Zapple. It brought us here. It seems to transport people to worlds born from their own imagination." "Seb." Allison said, holding her head, "Am I dreaming? What the hell is this?" Seb shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around the situation. "Sort of. It's a...place where our consciousness creates reality. In this case, you're consciousness." Allison rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of everything. "But how? And why?" They walked through the crowded streets, coming across a bulletin board covered in notices and letters written in elegant script. <h3><span class="book-text">"Accomplished adventurers wanted for quest to retrieve lost artifact," it read. "Rewards include riches beyond your wildest dreams!" "Seeking brave souls to vanquish the dragon terrorizing our village!" another notice exclaimed. "Join the quest to uncover the hidden treasure in the Forbidden Temple! </span></h3>Allison glanced at the board, touching the fabric of her robe. "It's like something out of a fantasy novel... or a game." "Yeah." Seb said, "this is your world huh? Curious." He spoke aloud. "How are we supposed to get back?" Allison's eyes darted between Seb and their newfound surroundings. "Well, uh, usually, the Zapple app can take us home if we want to." "Zapple? This whole thing has to do with Zapple? Next thing you'll tell me is that Facebook is going to take me to 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, or that Youtube is going to whisk me away into a comic book world!" Seb didn't have the heart to tell Allison that she was sort of spot on. Lena's world, after all, was a comic book like place after all. Finally, after freaking out some more, Allison finally calmed down and they went to a tavern, to discuss their options. "[[So, we need a plan.]]" Seb stated, as they sat down at a table.

"Allison, are you okay?" Seb asked, concerned, trying to maintain eye contact and respect her privacy. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Embarassed.jpeg"> Allison's face was flushed with embarrassment. "I... I didn't realize," she stammered, still clutching her robe closer to her chest. "This outfit, it's... it's just like the characters in the games I play, but I didn't think... I mean, in real life, it's so revealing!" Seb nodded in understanding. "I get it, it must be a shock. This world, it's like it's pulled from your imagination, your interests. But we can try to find something more comfortable for you to wear." He looked around, trying to spot a merchant or a tailor's shop where they might find a more suitable outfit for Allison. The marketplace was bustling with activity, and it wasn't long before they found a stall with various garments on display. "Let's see if we can find something here," Seb suggested, leading the way to the stall. Allison, still a bit self-conscious but curious, followed him. [[Allison tries on some new clothes]]

Seb led Allison to a nearby stall where an array of garments was on display, each piece more colorful and intricate than the last. The vendor, an elderly man with a twinkle in his eye, greeted them with a wide smile. Allison browsed through the selection, her fingers lingering on a tunic and cloak combo that seemed modest yet stylish. She took it behind a makeshift changing screen at the stall. A few moments later, she re-emerged, but her expression was a mix of surprise and frustration. The outfit, which had appeared relatively modest on the hanger, had transformed as she put it on. The tunic now clung to her figure more tightly than she had anticipated, and the cloak had shortened, revealing more of her legs than she was comfortable with. Seb's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "That's... not what it looked like before." Allison looked down at herself, a sigh escaping her lips. "It seems like no matter what I choose, it just... changes." The vendor chuckled softly. "Ah, the magic of this place. It has a way of shaping things according to the nature of this world." Allison glanced at Seb, a resigned smile forming on her lips. "Well, I guess this is part of the adventure, right? Maybe I should just roll with it?" Seb shrugged. He was certainly not going to complain. The outfit that Allison was wearing was HOT, and he had already had to stop himself for staring multiple times. [[Ok but what now?]]

"Ok, but what now? And what are we supposed to do here?" Seb met her gaze, trying to offer some reassurance despite his own uncertainty. "Honestly, I'm not sure what we're supposed to do here yet. This world is new to me too." Allison's eyes widened in disbelief at Seb's explanation. Seb nodded, trying to reassure her. "I know it sounds crazy, Allison. I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't experienced it. But somehow, the Zapple drink works like a portal between our world and this one. It's as if the drink links to the imagination of the person consuming it and opens a gateway to a world created from their thoughts and interests." Allison crossed her arms, still trying to process the information. "So, we just find another Zapple drink, and it'll take us back? Just like that?" "Essentially, yes," Seb confirmed. "Though I'm not sure how easy it will be to find one here. This world seems to follow its own rules, and we might need to search a bit." Allison let out a slow breath, her mind racing with the possibilities and implications of their situation. "Okay, so we look for this Zapple drink, or use your app. But in the meantime, we're stuck in a fantasy world that came out of my own imagination. That's... a lot to take in." [[Allison casts a spell!]]

Allison's eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. "Ok, but wait... if I look like this, I can totally..." She trailed off, focusing her attention on her hands, which began to glow with a soft, mystical light. Before Seb could react, Allison cast a spell, a brilliant burst of light emanating from her palms. The light formed into shimmering, ethereal shapes that danced in the air around them. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Attack.jpeg"> Seb watched in amazement, but their awe was short-lived. Around them, the townspeople in the bustling square stopped in their tracks, their expressions turning from curiosity to fear. Murmurs rose among the crowd. "An evil witch!" someone shouted, pointing at Allison. Panic set in as the crowd's murmurs turned to angry shouts. The townspeople began to converge on them, their fear fueling a mob mentality. Seb, realizing the situation was quickly spiraling out of control, frantically pulled out his phone to use the Zapple app. "Allison, we need to get out of here, now!" But before he could activate the app, several townspeople lunged at them. In the chaos, Seb's phone was knocked from his hand, skittering across the cobblestone pavement and out of reach. [[Well shit.]]

"He is a warlock! See his magic device! Evil! Evil!" A townsperson cried. The crowd, now enraged and fearful of Allison's display of magic, overpowered them. Despite their protests, Seb and Allison were roughly seized by the townspeople. "We must take them to the dungeons!" a voice yelled. "For the safety of the town! Purge the evil magic from our town!" Seb and Allison struggled, but it was no use against the overwhelming number of townspeople. They were dragged through the streets, the onlookers hurling accusations and fearful glares. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Castle Prison.jpeg"> Before long, Seb and Allison found themselves thrown into a cold, prison cell. The heavy door clanged shut behind them, the sound echoing ominously. Seb looked around the dimly lit cell, realizing they were now trapped, his phone – their only link to returning home – lost in the commotion. Allison manifested some magical energy, banging and blasting against the cell walls only for it to have little to no affect. After a series of outbursts she gave up with a defeated cry. Allison slumped against the wall, her face a mixture of shock and regret tears running down her cheeks. "I... I didn't mean for this to happen." [[Seb comforts Allison]]

Seb moved closer to Allison, his expression softening as he saw the tears running down her cheeks. He sat down beside her against the cold stone wall of the cell, his voice gentle and reassuring. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Crying.jpeg"> "Hey, it's okay, Allison," Seb said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You didn't know this would happen. We couldn't have predicted how they'd react to magic. This place, your world, it's different from what we know." Allison looked up at him, her eyes still filled with tears. "But I got us into this mess. If I hadn't been so... so careless with the magic...the Zapple" Seb shook his head. "We're in this together, remember? We both didn't fully understand how things work here. Blaming yourself won't help us get out of this situation." [[He drew her into a hug and held her close.]]

He gave her a small, encouraging smile. "We'll find a way out of this, Allison. We just need to stay calm and think. We've faced challenges before, and we can do it again." Allison wiped her tears away, taking a deep breath as she tried to regain her composure. "You're right. I'm sorry, I just... got overwhelmed." Seb nodded. "It's understandable. But now we need to focus on escaping and finding my phone. Once we have it, we can use the app to get back home." Allison looked around the cell, her mind shifting to problem-solving mode. "Okay, let's think this through. There's got to be a way out of here." "This world is based on your own perception of reality. You imagined a fantasy world where magic exists, but you <i>also</i> imagine a world where using magic is something that is evil and frowned upon." Changing the subject, Allison looked at Seb with a curious and slightly more hopeful expression. “You've been to a place like this before, right? How did you solve problems there? Maybe there’s something we can learn from your experience.” Seb leaned back against the wall, thinking back to his adventures in Lena's World just the night before. “Well, I manifested my own desires there and...well I became a superhero and used that to defeat a few threats. And then, well I just used the app and returned home.” [[Do you think you could become a superhero here?]]

Seb pondered Allison's suggestion, a flicker of hope crossing his face. "It's worth a try," he said, standing up. Closing his eyes, he focused on his experience in Lena's World, trying to channel the same energy that allowed him to transform into Brainstorm. After a moment of intense concentration, Seb felt a familiar surge of energy. Sinclair, his Ego, materialized before him in a shimmer of light. The transformation wasn't like before; this time, Seb's outfit morphed into that of a warlock, reflecting the fantasy theme of Allison's world. His new attire was a mix of dark, flowing robes adorned with arcane symbols and a cloak that seemed to absorb the dim light of the cell. His hands glowed with a mystical energy, and around his neck hung a talisman that pulsed with an inner light. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Seb Warlock.jpeg"> Allison watched in amazement. "Wow, Seb... you're a warlock now!" Seb looked down at his hands, flexing them as he felt the new power coursing through him. "Guess the townspeople were right. This world seems to respond to our thoughts and desires, just like Lena's. Maybe I can use this to our advantage." [[Seb glanced around]]

Seb, now in his warlock guise, turned his attention to the cell. He extended his hands, feeling the flow of magical energies around them. Unlike the magic that Allison had unintentionally used in the town square, Seb's abilities seemed different, more attuned to the underlying fabric of this world. "Allison, try using your magic on the cell," Seb suggested, curious to see if her abilities had any effect. Allison hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "If you say so." She focused, attempting to cast a spell to unlock the cell door. However, her magic fizzled out harmlessly against the cold stone and iron, unable to penetrate the barrier. "It's no use," she said, frustration evident in her voice. "It's like there's something blocking my magic." Seb nodded, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "Let me try something." He reached out with his warlock senses, probing the enchantments on the cell. To his surprise, he could see the anti-magic spells woven around the cell like an intricate puzzle. "The townspeople have placed anti-magic spells on the cell," Seb explained. "But my magic... it's different here. I can see the structure of the spells, like a puzzle that needs to be solved." Allison leaned closer, watching in fascination. "Can you break it?" [[I think so]] <<set $hp = 150>> <<set $ep = 30>>

A series of ancient runes appear before you, suddenly transforming into regular plain English.<h3>lc louhsenit klc</h3>You get the feeling that only the right words will break the spell and open the way but it will all be in lower case and spaces will matter. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Magic Puzzle.jpeg"> <<textbox "$playerInput" "Enter the phrase">>  <<button "Submit">>  <<if $playerInput.trim().toLowerCase() == "unlock this cell">>  The spell is broken, and the way is clear. <<goto "The Cell Opens">>  <<else>> Nothing happens. It seems that was not the correct phrase. <<goto "I think so">>  <</if>> <</button>> [[Use the Third Eye for a small hint]] Costs 3 EP [[Use the Third Eye for a medium hint]] Costs 6 EP [[Use the Third Eye for a "Fuck This Puzzle" hint]] Costs 15 EP

As Seb worked, the air in the cell grew charged with energy. The symbols on his robes shimmered, and the puzzle of spells slowly began to unravel. After several tense moments, there was a soft click, and the cell door creaked open, the anti-magic spells neutralized. "We did it," Seb said, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. Allison beamed. "That was amazing! Now let's get out of here and find your phone." Carefully, Seb and Allison stepped out of the cell, their senses heightened. The dungeon was dimly lit, casting long shadows that they used to their advantage. Seb, in his warlock attire, blended into the darkness, while Allison moved with a quiet grace. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Castle Hallway 3.jpeg"> [[Hold up! Some guards!]]

The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the ... <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> This is almost like having your password for your wifi be "password" <<set $ep -=3>> [[Back to the puzzle |I think so]]

unlock seit lclh <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <<set $ep -=6>> [[Back to the puzzle |I think so]]

Welp, guess you don't like puzzles! <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <<set $ep -=15>> [[The Cell Opens]]

<<set $stealthRoll = random(1, 20) + 2>>  You attempt to move stealthily... <img src= "images/CH (2)/Guard 1.jpeg"> <<if $stealthRoll > 10>>  You successfully remain hidden from view.  [[You remain hidden]] <<else>> Your attempt to move quietly fails, and you make noise.  [[The guards attack!]] <</if>>

Just as Seb moved past them, a guard turned the corner and spotted them. "Intruders!" he shouted, drawing his sword. [[Run]] [[Stand and fight!]] <<set $guardcount = 5>>

They made their way down the corridor, avoiding the gaze of the few guards who were stationed there. The guards seemed more focused on their conversations than on watching for escaping prisoners, allowing Seb and Allison to slip past them unnoticed. As they navigated the winding passageways of the dungeon, Seb tried to discern if there was any armory or storage area where they may have taken his phone. They moved cautiously, aware that getting caught would mean being thrown back into the cell, or worse. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Castle Dining Hall.jpeg"> After what felt like an eternity, they found their way to a sort of guard lounge. It was larger and more ornate than the rest of the dungeon, with tapestries adorning the walls and torches casting a flickering light. Seb spotted a table near the entrance where the guards had piled up confiscated items. Among the various belongings, he saw his phone. He made a beeline for it, keeping an eye out for any guards. [[Seb reaches for his phone]] <<set $guardcount = 15>>

With a sense of urgency, Seb and Allison exchanged a quick glance and without hesitation, they chose to Run. They knew that standing and fighting in this unfamiliar world could lead to dire consequences. As the guard charged toward them, Seb and Allison sprinted down the corridor, their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit castle. The guard's shouts of alarm echoed behind them, and they could hear more guards joining the pursuit. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Castle Hallway 2.jpeg"> The castle seemed like a maze of winding passages and grand chambers, and Seb had no idea where they were headed. They took every turn they could, trying to lose their pursuers in the labyrinthine structure. The sounds of armored footsteps and shouted orders grew louder, indicating that the guards were gaining on them. As they ran, Seb caught glimpses of the castle's opulent interior. Elaborate tapestries lined the walls, and torches cast flickering light on gilded furniture and ornate decorations. Their frantic escape led them through a series of chambers, but as they turned a corner, they found themselves in a vast and magnificent hall. At the far end of the hall, seated on a grand throne adorned with jewels and draped in regal attire, was the princess of this realm. She looked every bit the part of a fairytale princess, with flowing golden hair and a radiant presence. However, her eyes held a cold and calculating gaze that sent shivers down Seb's spine. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Castle Throne Room.jpeg"> [[This princess was none other than Allison.]]

You are fighting a group of guards alongside Allison, who looks like a fox girl. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> <img src= "images/CH (2)/Guard Battle 1.jpeg"> Number of Guards: <<print $guardcount>> [[Attack |Attack 1st Guard Battle]] [[Guard |Guard 1st Guard Battle]] [[Ego |Ego 1st Guard Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye 1st Guard Battle]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> You sense with your Third Eye, but these guys don't pose much of a threat. You'll be fine! Just try to end this quickly so you don't get caught again! Might want to turn the eye off though, just in case! <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "1st Guard Battle Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>>

<<set $stealthRoll = random(1, 20) + 2>>  You attempt to move stealthily... <<if $pogdefeated == 1>> <<if $stealthRoll > 2>>  You successfully remain hidden from view.  [[Seb grabs his phone]] <<else>> Your attempt to move quietly fails, and you make noise.  [[The guards attack! In the storage area!]] <h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $stealthRoll > 23>>  You successfully remain hidden from view.  [[Seb grabs his phone]] <<else>> Your attempt to move quietly fails, and you make noise.  [[The guards attack! In the storage area!]] <h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3> <</if>> <</if>> <<set $enemy1hp = 300>>

Acting quickly, Seb grabbed the phone while Allison kept watch. Seb focused on the Zapple app, tapping the screen frantically. "Hurry Master!" Allison urged nervously. With a final tap, Seb activated the app's return function. The familiar vortex of light and color enveloped them. In the next moment, they were pulled away from Allison's World, the dungeon, and the guards, returning to the safety of their own reality. They reappeared in the school newspaper room, the world of swords and sorcery replaced by the familiar surroundings of their school. Seb and Allison looked at each other, relief and exhilaration mixed on their faces. [[We made it!]]

You are fighting a group of guards alongside Allison, who looks like a fox girl. Your phone is in sight! <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> <img src= "images/CH (2)/Guard Battle 1.jpeg"> Number of Guards: <<print $guardcount>> [[Attack |Attack Phone Guard Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Phone Guard Battle]] [[Ego |Ego Phone Guard Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Phone Guard Battle]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> You sense with your Third Eye, but these guys don't pose much of a threat. You'll be fine! Just try to end this quickly so you don't get caught again! Might want to turn the eye off though, just in case! <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "Phone Guard Battle Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>>

"We made it!" Seb exclaimed, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he surveyed the familiar newspaper room. Allison's eyes sparkled with a mix of exhilaration and gratitude as she gave him a hug. "Thank you for saving me...Master." <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Return.jpeg"> "You're still going to call me that? Even out here?" Seb asked, with a raised eyebrow. Allison nodded, "Yeah, at least when we're alone. You know? Unless you don't want me to." He shook his head, "No it's fine. In private at least. People might get some weird ideas if you called me that in public. Their laughter filled the room, breaking the tension that had built up during their ordeal. He ruffled her hair lightly, "You know, Allison, I've got to say, you're quite the formidable partner in... whatever that was." "Yeah, whatever that was." [[So what now?]]

The princess rose from her throne and descended the steps, her gown flowing behind her like a river of darkness. She approached Seb and Allison with a sense of authority that sent shivers down their spines. <img src= "images/CH (2)/POGP Intro.jpeg"> "I am the Princess of Great Price," she declared, her voice dripping with an eerie charm. "Who dares to intrude upon my kingdom?" Seb and Allison exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of how to respond. The princess continued, "In this realm, I have dominion over all, and knowledge flows through me like a river. But tell me, how did you escape?" Seb finally found his voice. "We... we didn't mean to intrude. We were brought here by accident." The princess regarded them with an unsettling smile. "Accidents have a way of revealing hidden truths. You see, I have suppressed all magic in this kingdom, as my father commanded. He is away at war, and I am the ruler in his absence. There is no way you should have been able to escape!" Guards standing alongside the throne drew their weapons and they were surrounded. "This might be too many!" regular Allison exclaimed in fear. "Tell me!" The princess decried, "Which one of my subjects or guards betrayed me so you could escape?" [[Fight the Princess' guard]] [[Allison asks about magic suppression]] <h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3> <<set $guardcount = 30>> <<set $enemy1hp = 10000>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $guardcount -= 1>> You attack the enemy with an arcane blast of power, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. [[The guards retaliate! |1st Guard Battle Retaliation]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike |Shadow Strike 1st Guard Battle For Real]] Dark Move [[Fireball |Fireball 1st Guard Battle For Real]] Fire Move [[Go back |Stand and fight!]]

<<if $guardcount <= 0>> <<goto "1st Guard Battle Victory">> <</if>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1)>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 2)>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 4)>> <</if>>  The guards attack you with their swords, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 6) + 4>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 4)>> <</if>>  The enemy attacks with a throwing knife, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. [[Allison attacks!]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 40) + 100>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> It was super effective! <<set $guardcount -= 5>> <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back |Ego 1st Guard Battle]] <</if>> [[The guards retaliate! |1st Guard Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24) + 100>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> It was super effective! <<set $guardcount -= 5>> <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back |Ego 1st Guard Battle]] <</if>> [[The guards retaliate! |1st Guard Battle Retaliation]]

The guards, five in total and clad in armor, fell to the ground, defeated. "Well, that was easy." Seb couldn't help but remark. "If there are a lot of them, they'd spell trouble, but a few is nothing." Allison nodded, "We still have to find your phone though. Let's keep looking." [[Look for the phone |You remain hidden]] [[Seb spots the throne room]]

Their daring escape led them through a series of chambers, but as they turned a corner, they found themselves in a vast and magnificent hall. At the far end of the hall, seated on a grand throne adorned with jewels and draped in regal attire, was the princess of this realm. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Castle Hallway.jpeg"> She looked every bit the part of a fairytale princess, with flowing golden hair and a radiant presence. However, her eyes held a cold and calculating gaze that sent shivers down Seb's spine. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Castle Throne Room.jpeg"> [[This princess was none other than Allison.]]

<img src= "images/CH (2)/POGP Battle.jpeg"> You are fighting the Princess of Great Price' Guard alongside Allison, who looks like a fox girl, as the Princess of Great Price observes. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> <img src= "images/CH (2)/Guard Battle 1.jpeg"> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> Number of Guards: <<print $guardcount>> [[Attack |Attack POG Guard Battle]] [[Guard |Guard POG Guard Battle]] [[Ego |Ego POG Guard Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye POG Guard Battle]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> The guards seem endless although weak. You won't be able to fight these guys forever. You need to change the game. [[Assess the situation for an opening]] <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $nightclawopening == 1>> [[Attack the POGP directly]] <</if>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "POG Guard Battle True Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>> <<if $guardcount <=0>> <<goto "POG Guard Battle Not Victory">> <</if>>

Allison, the real one, stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern. "Suppressed magic? Why would you do that?" <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Ahri 2.jpeg"> The princess's smile turned wicked. "My father believes that magic brings chaos and instability. Better to have that wrapped under lock and key don't you think? Then nothing can go wrong!" Seb, who had been observing the princess and the surroundings, suddenly made a connection. He remembered some of the conversations he had with Allison at school, and the things he had picked up about Allison's family situation. Her parents were divorced, and her mother had left her father for another man. Her father now poured himself into his work and he had the sneaking suspicion he was verbally abusive at home. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what was going on here. <<set $allisonrelationshiplevel = 0>> <<set $allisonrelationshiplevel += 1>> <h3> Seb understands Allison better</h3>The princess snarled raising her scepter into the air. "You are just the latest thing that could go wrong while my father is away. I cannot allow you to continue. For the sake of my kingdom!" [[Fight the Princess' guard]] <h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $guardcount -= 1>> You attack the enemy with an arcane blast of power, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[The guards retaliate! |POG Guard Battle Retaliation]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike |Shadow Strike POG Guard Battle For Real]] Dark Move [[Fireball |Fireball POG Guard Battle For Real]] Fire Move [[Go back |Fight the Princess' guard]]

Allison attacks with an orb of magical energy! <<set $allisonAttack = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $allisonAttack <= 15>>  Allison's attack misses! The guards continue to close in. <<else>>  Allison strikes with precision, dealing 20 damage to the guards. <<set $guardcount -= 1>>  <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Attack 2.jpeg"> [[Ok |Stand and fight!]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> It would have been super effective but these guards seem to have shadow resistant armor! Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<set $guardcount -= 1>> <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back |Ego POG Guard Battle]] <</if>> [[The guards retaliate! |POG Guard Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 30) + 100>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> It would have been super effective but these guards seem to have fire resistant armor! Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<set $guardcount -= 1>> <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back |Ego POG Guard Battle]] <</if>> [[The guards retaliate! |POG Guard Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $guardcount <= 0>> <<goto "POG Guard Battle Not Victory">> <</if>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1)>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 10)>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 4)>> <</if>>  The enemy attacks you with their swords, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 6) + 4>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 4)>> <</if>>  The enemy attacks with a throwing knife, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. Guard Health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Allison attacks the POG Guards!]]

Seb and Allison locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. It was clear that they couldn't defeat the endless wave of guards, so their only option was to attack the Princess of Great Price directly. With a nod, they sprang into action, coordinating their movements like a well-oiled machine. Seb summoned his warlock powers, launching a barrage of magical projectiles towards the princess, while Allison used her newfound magic to create a barrier that protected them from the guards' attacks. The combined assault caught the princess off guard, and she let out a scream of surprise as the magical projectiles struck her. The air around them almost seemed to shatter like a mirror as the once-endless wave of guards fell to the ground, defeated and disarmed as glass like magical shards fell to the ground and dissipated. Before them lay the Princess, beaten and bruised, and a few defeated guards on the ground compared to the seemingly endless hordes from before. "Was that...an illusion?" Seb asked, turning to Allison only to see the real Allison's eyes glazed over and vacant as she stood lazily at attention. "Allison?" <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Trance.jpeg"> "Yes?" Allison responded as if in a trance. [[Ok...what the hell?]] <<set $pogdefeated = 1>>

The guards advanced, their swords drawn and their armor gleaming. Seb and Allison exchanged determined glances and prepared for the inevitable clash. They fought valiantly, using their newfound magical abilities to fend off the guards. Spells and strikes filled the air as the battle raged on. The Princess of Great Price stood with a sinister grin as the battle raged on in the magnificent hall. Seb and Allison fought valiantly, but no matter how many guards they defeated, it seemed that the princess's forces were endless. She mocked them with a chilling laugh. "Your efforts are futile," the princess taunted, her voice dripping with malice. "My guards are inexhaustible, and I will do anything to maintain my rule." Seb and Allison exchanged frustrated glances as they realized the truth of her words. The overwhelming numbers of guards made it clear that they couldn't win this battle through sheer force alone. They needed a different plan, and fast, if they were to escape the clutches of the Princess of Great Price. [[Fight the Princess' guard]] [[Allison asks about magic suppression]] <<set $guardcount = 30>>

Seb looked at Allison with growing concern. Her vacant expression and distant voice were unsettling. "Allison, what just happened?" Seb asked, gently shaking her shoulders. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Trance 2.jpeg"> Allison blinked and remained in her trance-like state. Her voice had an otherworldly quality as she responded to Seb's questions from within her own thoughts. "I... I don't know. It feels like... like you're inside my head." "Inside your head?" Allison didn't respond. "Inside your head Allison?" "Yes. It is difficult to descibe but I think you are inside my head." Seb shook his head, taking a moment to glance around the throne room. What the hell was going on? "Ok, Allison," He said, making sure to use her name this time, "This whole place is a metaphor for your inner self. So have we learned anything?" [[Allison shook her head]]

"If I go their Seb, I don't...I don't think I could handle that." Seb's voice was gentle as he continued to probe for answers. "Allison, I think this world, this Princess of Great Price, they represent something deeper within you. You're afraid to answer because it means confronting your own feelings and the illusions you've created for others. But I think you've been struggling with trying to maintain the illusion that everything is fine, that you're the good daughter, while deep down, you resent your father for his control, for suppressing your desires and who you truly are. He's abusive right? Has he hit you?" <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Trance 3.jpeg"> Allison, still in her trance, began to cry. Her tears flowed, and her voice wavered as she confirmed Seb's words, "No he's never hit me. But he did almost hit my mom." Seb continued to speak with a soothing tone, "Allison, I understand it's incredibly tough, and I'm sorry that you've had to go through this. You don't have to live in that illusion anymore. It's time to be true to yourself, to confront the Princess of Great Price, both in this world and in your real life. You deserve to break free from the chains of illusion and be who you truly are." Allison, still in her trance, looked at Seb with tear-filled eyes, a glimmer of hope in her gaze. "But how, Seb? How do I do it?" [[Seb thought for a moment]] <<if $allisonrelationshiplevel >= 1>> <<set $allisonrelationshiplevel += 1>> <<else>> <<set $allisonrelationshiplevel = 0>> <<set $allisonrelationshiplevel += 1>> <</if>>

Seb thought for a moment before responding, "We've already confronted the Princess together. We broke her illusion, and it can't control us anymore. And in your real life, we'll find a way to help you break free from your father's control, to find your own path. You're not alone in this, Allison. And I'm no expert, but if I get this right, I think you need to accept that the Princess of Great Price and you are the same person and that there's much more to explore." Allison nodded, a tear still streaming down her cheek. "Ok Seb, I think I can. This is actually me after all. Did I ever tell you how angry I actually am? I don't think anybody knows." As Allison expressed her feelings, the Princess of Great Price slowly started to change form. A voice, regal and formal, resonated from the glowing body. "Is this the life that you truly desire? We have waited for countless ages for you to realize your innermost heart." <img src= "images/CH (2)/Messalina Intro.jpeg"> The voice of Princess, glowing in form, solidified into a regal looking woman floating in greecian robes and a leaf crown. She looked deep into Seb's eyes, her gaze unwavering. "I am Messalina." She circled around Seb as Allison swayed lightly, still entranced. "Tell me, child, what lies beyond the illusions that Allison has created for herself?" Seb met Messalina's gaze with sincerity. "I believe Allison should step out of the shadow of her father, to feel safe, to live without constant worry, and most importantly, to accept herself for who she truly is." Messalina nodded in agreement, her form glowing with newfound purpose. [[So be it.]]

As Seb's words resonated in the air, the fusion of Allison and Messalina began to take on a profound transformation. The atmosphere around them seemed to crackle with energy as a radiant light enveloped Allison's form, and she started to levitate above the ground. Her body was surrounded by an ethereal aura, and her eyes shone with a newfound determination. Suddenly, in a burst of brilliance, Messalina's regal form merged seamlessly with Allison's. Their two beings became one in a dazzling display of radiant energy. Threads began to form, connecting Seb and Allison, eyes still glowing, as Allison touched back down to the ground. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Ahri Master.jpeg"> "Seb, I...no Master," she began, her voice carrying the weight of her newfound purpose. "I have to thank you for helping me confront my inner demons and find the strength to accept who I truly am." Seb was taken aback by Allison's words, but he could sense the sincerity in her voice. "Allison, you don't owe me anything. I just wanted to help." Allison shook her head, the threads of energy connecting her to Seb shimmering with newfound resolve. "No, Master. I choose to serve you willingly, to make sure you can help more people like me. Together, we'll face the challenges that lie ahead and bring light to the shadows in others' hearts." "What's with the Master thing?" Allison smiled, her eyes still glowing with a mix of determination and respect. "It's a symbol of my choice to serve and support you in your journey to help others Master. Do you not like it?" [[Seb laughed]]

"Yeah no, I definitely like it, I'm honored by it. But I also like it for...kink reasons. I think it's really hot honestly. But that's probably not why you're doing it." Allison's cheeks turned slightly pink, and she nodded, her voice returning to its usual tone. "You're right, Master. It's not just one thing. It's a symbol of respect and gratitude, but yeah, it's also a bit of both." <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Ahri Smile.jpeg"> Seb grinned, appreciating Allison's honesty and playfulness. "Well, in that case, I'll embrace my role as Master with pride." Allison moved in for a big hug, squeezing him tight and nuzzling up against his chest, her fox ears tickling his chin as Seb's hands found her waist. "Shall we go and find your phone now Master?" [[Oh right!|You remain hidden]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $guardcount -= 1>> You attack the enemy with an arcane blast of power, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. [[The guards retaliate! |Phone Guard Battle Retaliation]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike |Shadow Strike Phone Guard Battle For Real]] Dark Move [[Fireball |Fireball Phone Guard Battle For Real]] Fire Move [[Go back |The guards attack! In the storage area!]]

All of the guards, clad in armor, fell to the ground, defeated. <<if $allisonrelationshiplevel >= 1>> "Well, that was easy." Seb couldn't help but remark, picking up his phone. He counted the bodies on the ground, 1, 2...12, 13...14... One guard, afraid for his life, ran out from behind an overturned tabled ran down the corridor screaming "The prisoner's have escaped!!" "Shit!" Seb fired off a Shadow Strike to attempt to catch the screaming guard but barely managed to miss as more guards started streaming into the room. "There are too many of them Master!" Allison cried out. "Buy me some time!" Acting quickly, Seb grabbed the phone while Allison kept watch. Seb focused on the Zapple app, tapping the screen frantically. <h3> Would you like to return home?</h3> "Hurry Master!" Allison urged nervously. With a final tap, Seb activated the app's return function. <h3> Returning to the real world... </h3> The familiar vortex of light and color enveloped them. In the next moment, they were pulled away from Allison's World, the dungeon, and the guards, returning to the safety of their own reality. They reappeared in the school newspaper room, the world of swords and sorcery replaced by the familiar surroundings of their school. Seb and Allison looked at each other, relief and exhilaration mixed on their faces. [[We made it!]] <<else>> "Well, that was easy." Seb couldn't help but remark. He counted the bodies on the ground, 1, 2...12, 13...14... One guard, afraid for his life, ran out from behind an overturned tabled, grabbed Seb's phone and ran down the corridor screaming "The prisoner's have escaped!!" "Shit!" Seb fired off a Shadow Strike to attempt to catch the screaming guard but barely managed to miss as more guards started streaming into the room. "There are too many of them!" Allison cried out. [[Run]] <</if>>

Seb plopped down at his cluttered desk, his focus shifting to the feature article he had been pouring all of his time and energy into. Lena Vega's disappearance weighed heavily on his heart. It had been weeks since anyone had seen her after the school's opening football game. Seb had initially brushed her disappearance off as none of his business, but with each passing day, his worry for Lena's safety had intensified and he had done a little digging. He glanced at the photo of Lena on his computer screen, taken just before she disappeared. Lena - smart, popular, and always full of life. What had happened to her? <img src= "images/CH (1)/Lena Intro.jpeg"> Going through Lena's social media accounts had only fueled his concerns. She was normally an active poster, but her profiles had gone silent shortly after the big game. As he clicked through her posts from that night, he couldn't find any red flags. He analyzed photos and posts from the party, piecing together the timeline and trying to find any clues as to Lena's whereabouts. And then he had seen it - Lena talking with Cody Anderson, a senior known for his unpredictable behavior. Had Cody done something to Lena? Seb let out a frustrated sigh as he scrolled through more pictures of Lena seen in the background of posts throughout the night. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until around 10:07pm when she spoke with Cody. And then poof - just like that, she vanished without a trace. Her friends assumed she had left without them after not responding to their texts, but Seb couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. Lena also had a part-time job at a local café. The owner mentioned that Lena had been scheduled to work on the Saturday after her disappearance but had never shown up. She wasn't a typical slacker or anything of the sort, so the owner had been surprised. When Seb had asked the police about it, they seemed disinterested and even told him to drop his questions. How could they not care? As he continued typing up the details of Lena's case, Seb couldn't shake off the strange feeling in his gut. Her friends mentioned nothing out of the ordinary except for her new phone, but was that enough to explain her disappearance? Something just didn't add up, and Seb couldn't ignore the nagging thought that something sinister had happened to Lena. [[It was time to talk to Cody]]

As they left the newspaper room and walked out to the parking lot to their cars at school, the silence that enveloped them felt strangely intimate. Allison, her mind buzzing with a whirlwind of questions, couldn't resist stealing glances at Seb. His usually carefree demeanor was replaced by an air of determination, his eyes glinting with a newfound purpose. "So," she began, her voice tentatively breaking the silence, "what's the plan now?" Seb turned to face her, his gaze meeting hers with a resolute intensity. "Well, Allison," he said, his voice laced with a hint of urgency, "first and foremost, I need to find Lena." Seb continued, his voice filled with conviction, "I have this feeling that our little adventure is connected to her sudden disappearance from school. I want to know why she's been missing and if she's okay. She was the reason I found the Zapple world anyway." Allison nodded her head in agreement. "Let me know how I can help then. I'm just a text away!" The silence between them resurfarced shortly after that and continued all the way until they reached Seb's car. Allison. her heart pounding in her chest, took a tentative step closer to Seb, her voice softening as she asked the question that had been on both of their minds; "Seb, what does all of this mean for us?". <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Nervous.jpeg"> Seb's heart hammered against his ribcage as Seb's eyes locked with hers. In that moment, he struggled to respond, to find the right words to say. His stomach turned over once, then twice, and then, with an internal breath, he leaned in, closing his eyes and melting against her lips in an electrifying kiss. [[Things got heated]]

The kiss seemed to last a lifetime, their bodies melding together as their lips explored each other's. As they parted, Allison gasped for air, her cheeks flushed and her heart beating madly in her chest. She had never felt so alive before! Seb finally broke the silence first. "Come on," he said softly as he opened the passenger door of his car and motioned for Allison to get in. She hesitated for a moment, trying to regain her composure before climbing into the backseat of his car. Once inside, their lips found each other again their hands moved all over each other's bodies as they clung on desperately to one another, tasting every inch of skin with intense hunger and desire. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Backseat 1.jpeg"> "Seb I-I've never really done this before I-" Allison stammered, trying to find the words as Seb kissed her neck tenderly. "It's okay," he reassured her in a whisper, continuing the kiss until Allison eventually surrendered and let herself be taken away by their passion. His hands moved down to the hem of her top and she felt herself trembling with anticipation. [[Seb takes off her top]]

She gasped as he slipped her top and sports bra over her head, her skin glistening in the dim light of the car. Her breaths quickened as Seb undressed her slowly and passionately, his eyes never leaving hers. He caressed her curves with gentle care, his hands cupping her breasts as he leaned in to suck on them lightly. Allison's body was like heaven beneath Seb's fingertips. Her skin was warm and soft, her curves lush and supple. His tongue teased and tantalized her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her back arched into him as she felt his hardness pressed against the fabric of his jeans. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Backseat 2.jpeg"> He began to slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing the toned muscle beneath. His hands moved up to her face as he kissed her once more, this time with an urgency and intensity that made Allison gasp in ecstasy. Allison felt herself trembling with anticipation as she grabbed Seb's hand, guiding it down to massage her breasts and he obliged a with a careful but firm motion. As she ran her hands over his muscular chest she could feel his heart pounding in his chest next to hers. He moved his hands down her sides, over her waist and down to her thighs, where he was met with a pair of light blue, lacy panties beneath. Seb's hands slowly pulled the panties down her thighs, revealing the tuft of hair beneath. She gasped as he gently licked her clitoris, his tongue teasing her sensitive lips and writhing around her clit. She moaned and moaned, writhing beneath his touch. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Backseat 3.jpeg"> "Oh god Seb!" Allison cried out as her moans became louder in the enclosed space. "I've never-" She squirmed beneath him, her hips thrusting. Seb pulled off his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock which he immediately began to stroke, his hand moving rhythmically up and down his hard shaft. Allison stared at it, transfixed. [[Can that really fit?]]

"Can that really fit?" she asked, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed red. Seb smiled and moved down, kissing her neck and her collar bone. He gave her a sly grin. "Why don't you find out," he said, the anticipation thick in his voice. He moved her hands to his shaft and wrapped her fingers around it, guiding her. She stroked him gently; her hand encircling his shaft as she moved her fingers over the surface of his cock, delicately massaging the tip. She leaned over and kissed the tip ever so lightly, breathing in Seb's musky scent. She felt Seb's muscles tense as she teased him, and she felt the rock-solid contours of his cock throbbing beneath her fingertips. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other as their passion burned brighter and brighter. Seb leaned in and whispered something to her that sent shivers down her spine. "I've wanted this as soon as I saw you, all I've thought about is having you like this." A hot and intense wave of pleasure washed over Allison as she felt Seb's hot breath on her neck, his tongue gliding over the surface of her skin. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Backseat 4.jpeg"> He positioned himself carefully for a moment before his hard shaft teased the edge of Allison's pussy. She gasped, their bodies writhing together. She clung on to him tightly, wrapping her arms around him, her hands massaging his back as she held him against her breasts. He stayed like that for a short moment, just teasing her lips. [[Are you ready?]]

"Are you ready?" Allison nodded, biting her lip. "I'm going to need to hear you say it." Seb teased. Allison had a sharp intake of breath before she whispered something. "What was that?" Seb asked. "I'm ready Master!" She said suddenly very loudly. "Good girl." Seb replied with a wicked grin. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Backseat 5.jpeg"> He pushed his full length inside her in one swift motion. Allison gasped as she seemed to surrender herself completely to his rock-hard shaft, writhing beneath him as he took control of her body.Each thrust sent sent visible waves of ecstasy through her, and she gripped onto the car seat as he filled her to the brim. With a steady rhythm, Seb picked up speed until he was pounding into her relentlessly. She moaned and cried out his name, completely lost in the sensations he was bringing her. "Oh Seb, it feels so good!" Allison exclaimed, her voice filled with raw desire. Her voice was too much. He was losing himself, he was dominating her with his touch, gripping onto her breasts and pushing her into the backseat for deeper penetration. He could feel Allison giving in to him any fears or qualms or worries melting away as, her body tensed approaching orgasm. He was losing himself and he didn't care. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Backseat 6.jpeg"> Seb could feel her pussy clamping around his shaft as he plunged in and out of her. He began to moan loudly as he felt the waves of his orgasm fast approaching. "Allison, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum now!" <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison Backseat 7.jpeg"> Allison was thrown over the edge then, her moans becoming louder and louder as she finally came. Her body convulsed as she rode out her orgasm, her moans becoming more and more incoherent. Seb's hard shaft throbbed and he felt his orgasm building until it exploded within him and he let out a guttural cry. With one final thrust, he erupted in a torrent of ecstasy all over Allison's writhing body. The sounds of their frenzied moans filled the car, echoing off the windows as they both succumbed to intense release. As Allison gasped for air, her face flushed with pleasure, she gazed up at Seb with wide-eyed wonderment, unable to speak from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. [[Later that night]]

They had ended up driving to Seb's house, a short few blocks away to go another round or two before the evening was over. Now laying in his bed, the two stared at each other in silence for a moment before they smiled. Allison moved closer to Seb, wrapping her arms around him. His arms encircled her too. It was comforting, to feel his warmth, the security and protection his arms provided. They held each other like that for a few moments. Neither of them wanted to say anything. "Uh wow." Seb said finally. Allison smiled at him, "Was it good...Master?" She asked. He smiled, kissing her forehead, "Yeah, it was really good. I got carried away there, was it good for you too?" Allison's nod was vigorous as she replied, "Yes. Yes. A million times yes. I...it hurt at first but it was also amazing." Seb let out a relieved sigh, his fingers softly caressing her back. "Thank god. Couldn't live with myself if your first time had been a bad time." <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison After 1.jpeg"> Allison propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at Seb with a tender smile. "Seb," she began softly, "I never expected any of this to happen today. But I'm glad it did. I feel like we've been through so much together already." Seb met her gaze, his eyes filled with warmth. "Yeah, it's been quite a day, hasn't it? And I have to admit, I never expected any of this either, but I wouldn't change a thing." Allison leaned down and kissed him gently, their lips meeting in a soft, lingering caress. "And you were really...uh you were really sexy Master." "I was?" "Mhm, you were, and you were really strong, and commanding, and it felt really good. Like, you really made me feel like you were in charge and everything. I was always worried about my first time and everything, and you were, well, perfect. It was perfect. So, thank you. I really mean it. I...I'm really happy, Seb." "Of course. Thank you, Allie. I uh...got a little carried away but I'm glad it was perfect. It was for me too." "Good." Allison kissed him again, longer this time. "And I...uh, I think I like you getting carried away." They kissed again, the passion between them building once more. [[Are we dating now?]]

As their lips parted, Allison's question hung in the air, and Seb couldn't help but pause for a moment. He looked into her eyes, searching for the right words to convey his thoughts. "Are we dating now?" Allison repeated, her expression a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Seb sighed softly, his fingers gently tracing circles on her back. "Allison, I want to be honest with you. I wasn't looking for a relationship, and I hadn't planned on one with anyone, including you. But today... today was something else entirely. We've shared something incredibly intense, something I can't easily put into words." Seb continued, his voice earnest. "I care about you, Allison, and I want to explore whatever this is between us. But I also want us to take things one step at a time. I don't want to rush into anything without giving it proper thought." <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison After 2.jpeg"> Allison nodded, "Ok. I think that makes sense to me. I...well I don't think how I'm feeling now is going to change, but I understand this could be a lot for you." Seb appreciated Allison's understanding and nodded in response. "Thank you, Allison. I'm glad you understand. And I want you to know that what we experienced today was genuine for me too." As they lay there together, the room filled with a comfortable silence for a moment. Then, Seb couldn't help but voice a thought that had been nagging at him. "Allison, can I ask you something?" Allison looked at him with a curious expression. "Of course, Seb. What's on your mind?" Seb hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Earlier, in the Zapple world, when our threads connected, it felt... intense. I can't help but wonder if that's why you're feeling this rush of emotions now. I mean, I don't want to sound paranoid, but I hope I didn't, you know, mind-control you into liking me or anything." Allison blinked in surprise, her brows furrowing slightly. "Mind control? Seb, that's not how I see it at all. What we shared in the Zapple world was a connection, a bond that felt real. And what's happening now between us, it feels natural, like something that was already there but just needed a nudge." Seb appreciated her reassurance but couldn't shake the feeling of responsibility. "I just want to make sure you're not doing this because you feel obligated or something. Your feelings are important, and I don't want to manipulate them in any way." Allison smiled gently and cupped his cheek. "Seb, I promise you, this is how I truly feel. Our connection in the Zapple world was just a catalyst for something that was already there. I like you because I genuinely like you, not because of anything else." Her words washed over him like a wave of relief, easing the turmoil within his heart. He took a deep breath, the weight lifting from his shoulders. If Allison's feelings were genuine, then he could allow himself to think about this moving forward. As they lay there, bathed in the soft moonlight, Allison having already drifted off to sleep, their bodies intertwined, Seb thought some more about what she had said. She must have liked him before all of this. It did line up with her frequent visits and disposition towards him. He had just never truly been interested. Not because Allison wasn't beautiful or smart or fun, she was all of those things. He was...he had...he didn't really know why he didn't see her, see anyone really, as dating material. Sure, he was attracted to people, girls mostly, and he had most certainly interested in sex like many a young teenager was...Seb sighed, resolving to himself that he would just have to take Allison at her word, try to not overthink things, and deal with the here and now. He hadn't manipulated Allison, he had saved her. He was going to save Lena. He was going to help people. As he drifted off to sleep, he could only hope and dream that was true. [[End of CH 2]]

<img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison CH 2 Thank You.jpeg"> <b>A Big Thanks!</b> To you amazing players, Thanks for taking this epic journey with me! You're the best! I'm still hard at work on the next chapters, but I wanted to say thanks in advance for all the bug reports and typo checks. Please give the game a review and like on the site if you like it! More to come soon! <b>Cheers!</b> <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison CH 2 Thank You 2.jpeg"><h3>[[On to CH 3]]</h3><img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison CH 2 Thank You 3.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison CH 2 Thank You 4.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (2)/Allison CH 2 Thank You 5.jpeg">

<img src= "images/CH (3)/Seb Intro.jpeg"> Seb adjusted his tie nervously as he stood outside the school gymnasium, where the cheer tryouts were about to begin. He had a notepad in one hand and a voice recorder in the other, ready to conduct an interview with Reagan Vandalham the most popular girl in school. Reagan had been the head of the cheer squad but she had recently had an ankle sprain and was no longer able to lead the team. The title of head cheerleader was therefore very much up for grabs and the de facto popularity and power that came with it, despite Reagan's protests that she could still lead despite her injury. It wasn't a coincidence, however, that Lena Vega had also been a member of the squad and widely loved by all accounts. He figured he could kill two birds with one stone if he asked Reagan a few questions. [[Seb enters the gym]] <<set $hp = 150>> <<set $ep = 30>>

<img src= "images/CH (3)/School Gym.jpeg"> As the gymnasium doors swung open, Seb spotted Reagan sitting on a bench, her ankle propped up on a cushion. She looked less than pleased to see him. Her blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her cheer uniform, though slightly disheveled, still exuded an air of authority. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Gym.jpeg"> Reagan glared at him, her blue eyes sharp. "You're that reporter guy, right? What do you want?" Seb nodded, keeping his tone professional. "Yes, I'm a reporter for the school newspaper, and I'm working on a piece about the cheer tryouts and the changes in leadership due to your injury. I was hoping to get your perspective on these developments." Reagan crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. "Why would I want to talk to the you about this? It's none of your business." Seb tried to maintain his composure. "I understand your concerns, Reagan, but we want to ensure that the school community stays informed about important events. Lena was your teammate, and her disappearance has raised questions. We want to provide a balanced and accurate account." Reagan sighed in frustration but seemed to relent slightly. "Fine, but make it quick. I've got enough on my plate without dealing with reporters for a fake news site. Who even uses physical newspapers nowadays? What are you 75?" [[Seb took Reagan's sarcasm in stride]]

Seb took Reagan's sarcasm in stride, maintaining his professional demeanor as he began the interview. "Thank you for your time, Reagan. To start, can you tell me about your role as the head cheerleader and how your injury has affected your ability to lead the squad?" <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Upset.jpeg"> Reagan sighed, her frustration still evident. "Well, as the head cheerleader, I was in charge of leading the squad during practices and performances. I was also responsible for choreographing routines and making sure the team was in sync. But ever since I sprained my ankle, I can't be as active as I used to be. It's frustrating because I still think I can lead effectively, but some people doubt that." "Can you tell me if there are any promising candidates for the role of head cheerleader? And what are the squad's hopes for the upcoming State competition this year?" Reagan's demeanor remained cold and distant as she responded, "I've trained the squad well, and there are a few talented girls who could step up. But it won't be the same without me leading them. As for State, we've always been competitive, and I expect the squad to maintain our standards and go for the win." [[Time to ask about what he really came here for]]

Seb noted down her responses before circling back to the topic that had brought him here. "Thank you for sharing your thoughts on those matters. Now, regarding Lena Vega, who was also a member of the cheer squad, can you share your thoughts on her sudden absence and how it might impact the team?" <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Annoyed.jpeg"> Reagan's expression shifted slightly, a hint of sadness crossing her face. "Lena was a great cheerleader and an even better friend. Her disappearance has left a void in the squad, and it's hard not having her cheerful presence around. We're all worried about her, and I hope she's okay wherever she is." A good answer, though Seb had the slight inkling that it was a bit rehearsed. Deciding to dig a bit deeper he asked an unplanned question, "Do you have any insights into why Lena might have disappeared or any information that could help us understand the situation better?" Reagan's expression hardened, and her tone became even more dismissive, he had at the very least, hit a nerve, "Look, I don't know what Lena's deal is, and I don't care. She's not my problem, and I've got my own issues to deal with. So, if you're done wasting my time with your questions, I'd appreciate it." [[That was probably her unrehearsed real answer|Reagan takes a drink out of her bag.]]

Finishing up his notes, summarizing Reagan's thoughts on the squad and noting she didn't know much about Lena, but she was quite the bitch, Seb looked up at the last second to notice that Reagan was about to take a sip from a Zapple bottle. Immediately, alarm bells rang in his head and without thinking, he reached out to stop her. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Zapple.jpeg"> "Wait, Reagan, don't drink that!" Seb exclaimed, concern evident in his voice. Reagan pulled the bottle away from her lips and shot Seb a withering glare. "What's your problem now, reporter boy? Can't even let me have a drink in peace?" Seb stammered, trying to find the right words. "I... I just-" Reagan scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Fuck off. It's just a drink." She took a defiant sip from the bottle, and Seb's heart raced as he watched. But to his surprise, nothing unusual occurred. Reagan continued to sit there, unfazed. "Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me? Are you a perv?" Seb raised his hands in defeat, apologizing as he quickly made his exit. Why had nothing happened? She had clearly drank some of the Zapple but she was still here. Allison had just straight up disappeared when she had dranked a sip of his. Was it because it had been <i>his</i> Zapple? Had it been the same flavor? <img src= "images/CH (3)/Seb Matches.jpeg"> As he walked away his phone buzzed and to his astonishment, Reagan Vandalham's regular profile appeared as an eligible match. [[Seb swipes right]]

<img src= "images/CH (3)/Seb Teleport.jpeg"> In an instant, the gymnasium around him faded away, and Seb was transported into a new and unfamiliar reality. As he opened his eyes, he found himself in what must have been Reagan's world. He was standing in front of a old and decrepit mansion, huge in size in the middle of a dimly lit town. Residents of the town looked haggard, dark lines clear on their faces. Seb couldn't quite place it, but something was most certainly wrong with them. Quickly looking around and feeling threatened, Seb ducked into a dark corner to summon Sinclair and to transform himself into whatever form Reagan's world would let him take. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Seb Denizen Intro.jpeg"> He checked his person to find a handgun, several hand grenades, a shotgun, ammunition and a first aid kit as well as his phone. Inspecting them closer he found each gun to be loaded and that he had a spare clip for the shotgun and handgun respectively. Looking up at the rapidly dwindling light in the sky, he sniffed the air only to immediately regret it. This had to be some sort of horror mystery world, like a Denizen Evil game. In fact, as he looked around, he determined that was almost certainly what this was. Who knew Reagan liked Denizen Evil or the horror genre in general? Cautiously, Seb moved through the town, avoiding eye contact while necessary to travel up a long set of stairs up to the obligatory vast and decrepit mansion. Standing at the gate was a cloaked figure whose skin almost appeared to be rotting. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Cloaked Figure.jpeg"> "You are not welcome here." Seb raised his eyebrows and pulled the handgun from his side. "And yet here I am. Open the fucking door." The figure howled in an unearthly scream, and leaped at him to attack. Waiting till the last moment, Seb fired a single bullet through the rotting figure's head who fell to the ground dead. If this really was Denizen Evil, he'd need to conserve ammo. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Estate Exterior.jpeg"> [[Enter the mansion]] <<set $shamblerbrutemainhall = 1>> <<set $foyerzombie = 1>> <<set $lifelesszombie = 1>> <<set $virus1samples = 0>> <<set $south3runner = 1>> <<set $trapdoorcollapsed = 0>> <<set $enemy1hp = 500>> <<set $enemy2hp = 200>> <<set $virus2samples = 0>> <<set $chapter = 3>>

Seb cautiously stepped over the decaying body of the cloaked figure, his heart pounding in his chest. The heavy metal gate door creaked open with a groan, revealing a dimly lit interior that smelled of dampness and decay. He carefully made his way through the entrance hall, his senses on high alert for any signs of danger. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Glass Courtyard.jpeg"> The mansion was eerily silent, the only sounds being the crunch of gravel beneath his feet. He was in a courtyard garden of sorts. <<if $foyerzombie == 1>> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Shambler 1.jpeg"> Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream shattered the silence, echoing through the halls like a death knell. Seb's hand instinctively reached for his handgun, his adrenaline surging as he prepared for whatever was lurking in the darkness. A shambling figure emerged from the shadows, its skin pale and decaying, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light. <</if>> [[Go south|Go south1]] [[Go west|Courtyard Gazebo]] [[Go north|Go north1]] <<if $foyerzombie == 1>> [[Shoot the shambler]] Uses 1+ bullets <<else>> The shambler's body lies dead, it's head filled with lead. You carry on its stead. <</if>> <<set $chapter = 3>>

<<if $handgunammocount >=1>> It lunged towards Seb, its claws outstretched, snarling like a rabid beast. Without hesitation, Seb fired a shot, the bullet piercing the creature's skull and sending it crashing to the floor. He cautiously approached the fallen creature, examining it with a mix of disgust and fascination. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, a grotesque mockery of the human form. As he looked closer, he noticed a strange symbol etched into its flesh, like a spider of sorts. <<set $foyerzombie = 0>> [[Pressing onward, Seb ventured deeper into the mansion,|Enter the mansion]] [[Investigate the shambler's body closer]] <<set $handgunammocount -= 1>> <<elseif $shotgunammocount >=1>> It lunged towards Seb, its claws outstretched, snarling like a rabid beast. Without hesitation, Seb fired a shot, the bullet piercing the creature's skull and sending it crashing to the floor. He cautiously approached the fallen creature, examining it with a mix of disgust and fascination. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, a grotesque mockery of the human form. As he looked closer, he noticed a strange symbol etched into its flesh, like a spider of sorts. <<set $foyerzombie = 0>> [[Pressing onward, Seb ventured deeper into the mansion,|Enter the mansion]] [[Investigate the shambler's body closer]] <<set $shotgunammocount -= 1>> <<else>> It lunged towards Seb, its claws outstretched, snarling like a rabid beast. Without hesitation, Seb bashed it over the head with his flashlight but not before its claws slashed him across the chest. The heavy flashlight struck home, crushing the creature's skull and sending it crashing to the floor. He cautiously approached the fallen creature, examining it with a mix of disgust and fascination. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, a grotesque mockery of the human form. As he looked closer, he noticed a strange symbol etched into its flesh, like a spider of sorts. <<set $foyerzombie = 0>> [[Pressing onward, Seb ventured deeper into the mansion,|Enter the mansion]] [[Investigate the shambler's body closer]] <<set $hp -=10>> <</if>>

Seb cautiously approached the fallen creature, his senses on high alert. The decaying body exuded a noxious odor that made him gag. Despite the repulsive smell, he felt compelled to examine it closer. As he knelt beside the shambler, he noticed that its skin was not simply rotting but actively decaying, as if consumed by some unseen force. The flesh was mottled with strange lesions, and its eyes were milky white and devoid of life. <<set $handgunammocount +=2>> Seb carefully peeled back a flap of skin, revealing a network of swollen black veins pulsing beneath the surface. He had never seen anything like it before. It was as if some alien parasite had taken root within the creature's body. Searching the rest of the body, Seb found a few spare bullets for his handgun, quickly pocketing those, before moving on. <<set $virus1samples += 1>> <<if $latexgloves >= 1>> He reached into his backpack and retrieved a pair of latex gloves. Pulling them on, he carefully extracted a sample of the infected tissue. He would need to get it to a lab for analysis.<h3>Obtained Virus1 sample</h3>[[Pressing onward, Seb ventured deeper into the mansion,|Enter the mansion]] <h3>Seb used a latex glove!</h3> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Vial 1.jpeg"> <<set $latexgloves -= 1>> <<else>> Seb is out of latex gloves, should he still investigate? [[Yes Investigate the foyer shambler]] [[No, hold off for now|Enter the mansion]] <</if>>

Seb cautiously ventured forth, his footsteps echoing softly in the night. The air grew colder as he progressed, and an unsettling silence hung heavy in the atmosphere. The only illumination came from the faint moonlight streaming through the grimy glass ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows that danced and writhed across the walls. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Glass Courtyard.jpeg"> [[Search the nearby vases]] [[Go west|Courtyard Gazebo]] [[Go south|Go south2]]

The cold air sent shivers down his spine as he arrived at a gazebo at the center of the glass garden courtyard. Moonlight filtered through the lattice roof, casting a haunting glow on the scene before him. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Gazebo.jpeg"> His breath caught in his throat as he took in the chilling sight. A lifeless body was sprawled out on the tile floor of the gazebo. Slash marks marred the victim's flesh, and a pool of congealing blood had formed beneath, staining the mosaic floor in gruesome patterns. A symbol was arranged on the ground near the lifeless figure, a crescent moon, meticulously crafted in mosaic tiles. <<if $pocketwatchobtained ==1>> [[Take out the pocketwatch]] <</if>> <<if $lifelesszombie == 1>> [[Investigate the lifeless figure closer]] <<else>> You've already investigates the lifeless figure. It died without physical harm, though the body is now slashed and bled out. <</if>> [[Go south and outside|Go south3]] [[Go west to the Main Hall|Main Hall]] [[Go north towards a warm fireplace|Go north1]] [[Go east towards the entrance|Go south1]]

Seb ascended a grand staircase, the ornate banisters and faded portraits of stern-looking ancestors casting long shadows on the dimly lit walls. At the top of the stairs, he found himself before a pair of imposing double doors, intricately carved with eerie symbols and adorned with brass handles that seemed to beckon him forward. <<if $pocketwatchobtained !=1>> [[Seb opens the double doors]] [[Search the armoire]] <</if>> [[Head Back|Go south1]] <<if $pocketwatchobtained ==1>> Need a hint of what to do next? [[Hint|Denizen Evil Hint]] <</if>>

Seb proceeded cautiously to the left, the sound of his footsteps barely breaking the oppressive silence. He could feel a growing warmth to the north as he neared an entrance to a part of the interior of the mansion. The dim moonlight from the dirty glass ceiling was the only source of illumination, casting long, eerie shadows that twisted and danced on the walls. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Glass Courtyard.jpeg"> [[Go south to the Gazebo|Courtyard Gazebo]] [[Go west to the Main Hall|Main Hall]] [[Go north up the stairs|Fireplace Lounge + Stairs]]

<img src= "images/CH (3)/Outside 1.jpeg"> <<if $south3runner == 1>> As he stepped out of the glass courtyard, the moonlight revealed a grim sight. More of the grotesque figures, the shamblers, had gathered in the courtyard. Their slow, lumbering movements seemed almost synchronized, like a grotesque dance of the undead. Seb clenched his flashlight and took a deep breath, preparing to navigate his way through the eerie congregation. But just as he began to move, a sudden, unexpected noise made him freeze in his tracks. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Runner.jpeg"> From the shadows to his left, a figure came hurtling towards him with unnatural speed. It was a zombie, but unlike the sluggish shamblers, this one was running, its gait erratic and unsteady. The creature's eyes glowed with a malevolent hunger as it closed the distance between them. <<set $bulletsUsed = random(2, 5)>> <<set $handgunammocount -= $bulletsUsed>> You used <<print $bulletsUsed>> bullets. The runner fell dead at Seb's feet as cursed at himself. The runner had startled him so he had wasted ammo. The shamblers, reacting to the noise, moved towards Seb. <<set $south3runner = 0>> [[Head back inside|Courtyard Gazebo]] [[Kill the shamblers]] Uses ammo <<else>> <<if $south3shamblers == 1>> As he stepped out of glass courtyard, the moonlight revealed a grim sight. More of the grotesque figures, the shamblers, had gathered in the courtyard. Their slow, lumbering movements seemed almost synchronized, like a grotesque dance of the undead. Seb clenched his flashlight and took a deep breath, preparing to navigate his way through the eerie congregation [[Head back inside|Courtyard Gazebo]] [[Kill the shamblers]] Uses ammo <<else>> The eerie courtyard was now eerily quiet, with only the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the night filling the air. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Trapdoor.jpeg"> On the ground, where the shamblers had been congregated, hidden behind decayign underbrush was a small shack and within it, a trapdoor made of weathered wood. <<if $trapdoorcollapsed == 0>> [[Open the trapdoor]] <<else>> You open the trapdoor to reveal the collapsed tunnel below. You cannot proceed this way. <</if>> [[Head back inside|Courtyard Gazebo]] <</if>> <</if>>

<img src= "images/CH (3)/Main Hall.jpeg"> As Seb ventured deeper into the eerie mansion, he found himself in a grand, dimly lit Main Hall. The room was vast and adorned with decaying grandeur, its walls lined with tattered tapestries and dusty portraits of long-forgotten faces. <<if $shamblerbrutemainhall == 1>> In the center of the hall, blocking his path, stood a monstrous shambler brute. It was a grotesque behemoth, towering over Seb with hulking shoulders and arms that seemed more suited for crushing than mere shuffling. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Shambler Brute 1.jpeg"> The brute's once-human form was distorted and grotesque, its skin stretched tightly over bulging muscles, and its eyes glowed with a malevolent hunger. It was a formidable adversary, and Seb knew that he would have to confront this monstrosity if he hoped to proceed further into the mansion. [[Fight the brute]] [[Go east to the Gazebo|Courtyard Gazebo]] [[Go north towards a source of warmth|Go north1]] <<else>> The shambler brute's defeated corpse remains, though Seb's path is clear. [[Head up the stairs]] [[Head south and outside to a garden|Go south4]] [[Head west to the checkerboard room|Go west1]] [[Go east to the Gazebo|Courtyard Gazebo]] [[Go north towards a source of warmth|Go north1]] <<if $bruteinvestigated != 1>> [[Extract the other virus]] <</if>> [[Look around for supplies]] <</if>>

Passing a fireplace, still lit, Seb reached the top of the stairs and observed where he could go next. Swinging chandeliers hung at eye level, illuminating the floors below as the wooden panels of the floor moaned and creaked under his weight. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Fireplace Lounge.jpeg"> [[Go north and into a study|Go north3]] [[Go west towards the center of the mansion|Go west3]] [[Return down the stairs|Go north1]] [[Check the fireplace]]

As he drew closer, he couldn't help but notice the gruesome details that had befallen the unfortunate soul. The slash marks on the body were accompanied by another macabre discovery. Seb's pulse quickened as he crouched down to examine the wounds, his fingers trembling as he gently touched the cold, lifeless skin. Although desecrated with slash marks and blood, the wounds were administered after death. The lifeless figure, whoever it had been in life, had died seemingly without a physical cause. <<set $lifelesszombie = 0>> [[Questions swirled in his mind|Courtyard Gazebo]] <img src= "images/CH (3)/Lifeless Figure.jpeg">

The shamblers lunged towards Seb, their claws outstretched, snarling like rabid beasts. <<set $south3shamblersfight =1>> [[Use the handgun|South3 Shamblers Handgun]] [[Use the shotgun|South3 Shamblers Shotgun]] [[Use your flashlight|South3 Shamblers flashlight]] <img src= "images/CH (3)/Shambler 2.jpeg">

<<if $handgunammocount >=1>> The shamblers lunged towards Seb, their claws outstretched, snarling like rabid beasts. <<set $bulletsUsed = random(7, 15)>>  You quickly draw your handgun and open fire, unleashing a barrage of <<print $bulletsUsed>> bullets at the approaching shamblers. <<set $handgunammocount -= $bulletsUsed>> You have <<print $handgunammocount>> handgun bullets left. <<set $chanceToTakeDamage = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $chanceToTakeDamage <= 3>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 20)>>  The shamblers get too close, and one of them manages to land a hit, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> points of damage to you. Your health is now <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>>. <<else>> Your shots find their marks, and the shamblers fall one by one. <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print $hp>> [[Continue|The shamblers were protecting what?]] <<else>> You don't have enough handgun ammo! [[Go back|Kill the shamblers flower guardians]] <</if>>

<<if $shotgunammocount >=1>> The shamblers lunged towards Seb, their claws outstretched, snarling like rabid beasts. <<set $bulletsUsed = random(3, 4)>>  You quickly grab your shotgun and blast away, expending <<print $bulletsUsed>> shotgun shells in the process. <<set $shotgunammocount -= $bulletsUsed>> You have <<print $shotgunammocount>> shotgun bullets left. <<set $chanceToTakeDamage = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $chanceToTakeDamage <= 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 20)>>  The shamblers get too close, and one of them manages to land a hit, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> points of damage to you. Your health is now <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>>. <<else>> Your shotgun blasts tear through the shamblers, taking them in bunches. They stand no chance against your firepower. <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print $hp>> [[Continue|The shamblers were protecting what?]] <<else>> You don't have enough shotgun ammo! [[Go back|Kill the shamblers]] <</if>>

The shamblers lunged towards Seb, their claws outstretched, snarling like rabid beasts. You quickly raise your flashlight and make a daring move, beating through the approaching shamblers with precision. Your swift action eliminates all of them, but not without consequence. <<set $chanceToTakeDamage = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $chanceToTakeDamage <= 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(2, 40)>>  The shamblers manage to land hits as you take them down, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> points of damage to you. Your health is now <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>>. <<else>> Your swift actions with your flashlight have the shamblers fall before you, though you are bloodier now than when you started. <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print $hp>> [[Continue|The shamblers were protecting what?]]

<<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "First Aid Kit">> <</if>> As the last of the shamblers fell to the ground, Seb caught his breath. The eerie courtyard was now eerily quiet, with only the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the night filling the air. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Trapdoor.jpeg"> Seb's attention was drawn to a peculiar spot on the ground where the shamblers had been congregated. There, hidden behind decaying underbrush, was a small shack. Within it, Seb found a trapdoor made of weathered wood. It seemed the undead had been guarding this secret entrance. <<set $south3shamblers = 0>> [[Open the trapdoor]] [[Head back inside|Courtyard Gazebo]] <<if $south3shamblerssearched != 1>> [[Search the bodies]] <</if>> <<set $south3runner = 0>> <<set $winecellarexplored = 0>> <<set $south3hamblersfight = 2>>

The trapdoor creaked reluctantly, revealing a dark, foreboding tunnel leading underground. Seb took a deep breath, knowing that the path ahead was uncertain and filled with unknown dangers. But he had come too far to turn back now. With a flickering flashlight in hand, he descended into the abyss. [[Head back up|Go south3]] Seb descended into the dark underground tunnel, his flashlight piercing through the shadows. The air grew colder and damper with each step, and the scent of damp earth surrounded him. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Wine Cellar.jpeg"> He emerged into a dimly lit room, the weak glow of his flashlight revealing row upon row of dusty wine and liquor bottles, neatly stacked on wooden shelves. [[Investigate further]] [[Exit to the west]]

<<if $winecellarexplored == 0>> The bottles, some coated with cobwebs, ranged from ancient vintages to more recent acquisitions. Labels in various languages hinted at the diverse origins of these libations. Seb cautiously approached one of the shelves, his curiosity getting the better of him. He picked up a bottle covered in a layer of dust and examined the label. It was a fine vintage, far beyond his expertise in wine. His eyes scanned the room, and to his surprise, they fell upon another valuable discovery. Nestled among the shelves was a well-preserved first aid kit, and he mentally congratulated himself. <<set $firstaidkits +=1>> <<set $winecellarexplored = 1>> <<else>> The bottles, some coated with cobwebs, ranged from ancient vintages to more recent acquisitions. Labels in various languages hinted at the diverse origins of these libations. There wasn't much else to see here. <</if>> [[Exit to the west]]

As he ventured further, the corridor opened into a cavernous chamber with a human figure, haggard and disheveled, shackled to the wall of what appeared to be an old, decrepit prison cell. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Prison 1.jpeg"> Seb's heart pounded in his chest as he watched in shock and terror. Before his very eyes, the human figure underwent a grotesque transformation. Limbs contorted, skin stretched, and the figure's once-human features twisted into a nightmarish visage. It was a horrifying metamorphosis, and Seb realized with dread that he was witnessing the birth of another shambler. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Shambler 3.jpeg"> As the transformation completed, the creature that had once been human broke free of it's restraints with unnatural strength, its movements were slow and deliberate, and its eyes glowed with an eerie hunger. The chains that had bound it to the wall now hung loosely, as the newly transformed shambler took its first unsteady steps. There was another exit, but the newborn shambler was clearly in the way, swaying and grunting. [[Flee the prison chamber|Open the trapdoor]] [[Confront the shambler]] Uses ammo

<<if $handgunammocount >=1>> <<set $handgunammocount -= 1>> The shambler lunged towards Seb, its claws outstretched, snarling like a rabid beast. Without hesitation, Seb fired a shot, the bullet piercing the creature's skull and sending it crashing to the floor. [[Move on]] [[Investigate the shambler's body closer|Investigate the transformed shambler's body closer]] <<elseif $shotgunammocount >=1>> The shambler lunged towards Seb, its claws outstretched, snarling like a rabid beast. Without hesitation, Seb fired a shot, the bullet piercing the creature's skull and sending it crashing to the floor. <<set $shotgunammocount -=1>> [[Move on]] [[Investigate the shambler's body closer|Investigate the transformed shambler's body closer]] <<else>> The shambler lunged towards Seb, its claws outstretched, snarling like a rabid beast. Without hesitation, Seb bashed it in the head with his flashlight, but not before taking a slash from its claws. The heavy flashlight crushed the creature's skull and sending it crashing to the floor. <<set $hp -=10>> [[Move on]] [[Investigate the shambler's body closer|Investigate the transformed shambler's body closer]] <</if>>

Leaving the eerie prison chamber behind, Seb continued his exploration of the underground complex. He soon reached what appeared to be the end of the line—a collapsed tunnel exit that blocked his path. The tunnel, once a possible escape route, was now filled with rubble and debris, rendering it impassable. A dead end. <img src= "images/CH (3)/fountain.jpeg"> However, his attention was soon drawn to something unexpected. Just in front of the collapsed tunnel,Seb found himself standing before a mysterious and exquisite fountain. It was a sight to behold, a stark contrast to the decay and darkness that had surrounded him. The fountain was constructed from dark, polished stone that seemed to absorb the ambient light, giving it an almost ethereal quality. Its design was both intricate and elegant, and the stone was expertly carved into the shape of a majestic, winged creature, resembling a mythical beast of legend. The water itself. It wasn't ordinary water; it glowed with an eerie, soft luminescence that seemed to emanate from within. The liquid danced with a subtle, otherworldly radiance, casting shimmering ripples across the surface of the basin. [[Examine the fountain more closely|Examine Fountain]]

Cautiously, Seb approached the fallen shambler. He could see the twisted, grotesque features of the creature up close. <<if $latexgloves >= 1>> With gloved hands, Seb examined the shambler's body, looking for any clues or signs of infection. He noticed the same telltale markings on its skin that he had seen on the shambler in the entrance foyer—the distinctive signs of the virus that had turned these unfortunate individuals into monsters. He did his best to extract a sample. <<set $virus1samples += 1>> <h3>Obtained Virus1 sample</h3> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Vial 1.jpeg"> [[Move on]] <<set $latexgloves -= 1>> <h3>Seb used a latex glove!</h3> <<else>> Seb is out of latex gloves, should he still investigate? [[Yes investigate the transformed shambler]] [[No, hold off and move on|Move on]] <</if>>

Seb stood before the mesmerizing fountain, its ethereal glow casting a soft and alluring light on his face. As he gazed at the shimmering, luminescent water, a strange sensation washed over him—a supernatural pull that seemed to beckon him closer, enticing him to partake in its mysterious depths. The temptation to drink from the fountain was undeniable. It whispered promises of unknown power, secrets, and perhaps even answers to the mysteries that surrounded him. But Seb couldn't shake the feeling that this was a choice with consequences he couldn't fully comprehend. [[Drink from the fountain|Drink]] [[Resist the temptation and continue exploring|Exploration]]

As Seb yielded to the irresistible temptation, he bent down and scooped up a handful of the fountain's luminous water, bringing it to his lips. The moment the liquid touched his tongue, a wave of excruciating pain coursed through his body. It was as though his very essence was being torn apart. His vision blurred, and the once-beautiful fountain before him transformed into a nightmarish nightmare. The shimmering water turned to thick, coagulated blood that filled his mouth, choking him. He tried to scream, but his vocal cords had become grotesque, twisted, and inhuman. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Game Overjpeg"> Seb's body contorted and convulsed, limbs distorting into the grotesque form of a shambler. His once-human mind was now consumed by a ravenous hunger, a relentless drive to feed on the living. In mere moments, Seb's transformation was complete, and he joined the ranks of the undead. [[Game Over]]

Seb felt the unnatural pull of the fountain, the inexplicable temptation to drink from its otherworldly waters. But as the first drop touched his lips, he resisted with every ounce of his willpower. Panic and dread surged within him, but he fought against the compulsion, refusing to succumb to its sinister allure. <<set $fountaindroplets = 3>> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Fountain Droplets.jpeg"> With a tremendous effort, Seb withdrew his hand, letting the droplet fall back into the fountain. He stumbled away from the bewitched waters, his heart racing and his body drenched in cold sweat. The supernatural pull that had ensnared his mind slowly faded, releasing its hold on him. Taking out a small vial, Seb pocketed a few droplets from the fountain for further study. <<set $handgrenadecount -=1>> Realizing the danger the fountain posed, Seb knew he had to take drastic action. He reached into his backpack and retrieved a hand grenade. With trembling hands, he pulled the pin and hurled it toward the fountain. The grenade exploded in a blinding flash of fire and shrapnel, obliterating the cursed fountain in a devastating blast. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Prison 2.jpeg"> The fountain destroyed also cleared bits of the rubble of the collapsed tunnel entrance and Seb ran out of the underground complex as fast as he could as the whole structure began to collapse in on itself even further. <<set $trapdoorcollapsed =1>> [[Escape!|Go south3]] <h3>Seb acquired some mysterious fountain water Seb used a hand grenade</h3>

<<goto "Game over">>

He hesitated for a moment, the sense of foreboding growing stronger with each passing second. His instincts screamed at him to turn back, to flee from whatever lay beyond those doors. But curiosity and a burning desire for answers urged him to push them open. With a deep breath, Seb summoned his resolve and pushed the doors wide. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Intro.jpeg"> The room beyond was a chamber of dark enchantment, bathed in an otherworldly crimson glow. At the center of the room stood a dark witch queen, her ebony robes billowing around her like a shroud. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled.jpeg"> Beside her, in a sleek bodysuit adorned with a crimson spider-device attached to her chest, stood Reagan, her once-fiery eyes now vacant, controlled by the sinister contraption. She seemed both helpless and dangerous at the same time. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Intro.jpeg"> To the side, a figure with seductive allure and a wicked smile watched the unfolding scene, a succubus whose presence oozed temptation and darkness. It was apparent as he looked at the three of them that they were related. Their appearance was striking and similiar. A mother with her two daughters, though Reagan was outright controlled by the sinister witch queen, her head adorned with a dark sleek crown. [[The queen speaks]]

As Seb stood before the eerie assembly, the dark witch queen, acknowledged his presence with a chilling smile. Her voice dripped with honeyed malice as she congratulated him on his audacity to venture this far into her realm. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Happy.jpeg"> "Well, well, well," she purred, her ebony robes swaying ominously, "It seems we have an unexpected guest. You must be quite resourceful to have made it this far, my dear. I am the Witch Queen, Rose, and these are my daughters, Reagan and Kennedy." Seb, his heart pounding in his chest, kept a wary eye on Reagan, who stood beside her mother, controlled by the crimson spider-device on her chest. Kennedy floated close by, licking her lips as she gazed seductively at hium. The witch queen's eyes gleamed with sinister intent as she continued, "You see, we were just about to partake in a little ritual, a ceremony to convert more of the villagers into our loyal shamblers. It's quite the family affair." She extended her hand towards Seb, her tone dripping with temptation. "But you, my dear, have the opportunity to join us. You could be a part of something... extraordinary." Seb's resolve remained firm, and he shook his head. "I won't join you in your dark rituals, Rose." The witch queen's smile never wavered as she offered another tempting proposition. "Very well, my dear. Perhaps you'd like to spend some time with my lovely daughter here," she gestured to Reagan, who still stood motionless. "Or maybe... <i>daughters?</i>" Seb's jaw clenched as he resisted the allure of the succubus and her controlled sister. He knew that giving in would mean surrendering his soul to darkness but... [[Attempt to rescue Reagan]] [[Attack the Witch Queen]] [[Accept Reagan as a bribe]] [[Accept Reagan and Kennedy as a bribe]] [[Make a counter proposal of all three of them]] <<if $antivirus == 1>> [[Use the antivirus on them|Use the antivirus on them 1]] <</if>> <<if $antivirus == 2>> [[Use the antivirus on them|Use the antivirus on them 2]] <</if>>

Seb's heart raced as he made his choice. With determination in his eyes, he replied firmly, "I cannot accept your offer, Rose." The witch queen's smile faded, replaced by a cold, steely expression. "Very well," she hissed. With a wave of her hand, the crimson spider-device on Reagan's chest surged with dark energy. Reagan's once-lifeless eyes now gleamed with malevolence as she stepped forward, ready to defend her mother and their dark cause. The witch queen smile was wide as she chanted something imperceptible, seeming to meld with the shadows of the room. [[Reagan is controlled!]] <<set $reaganiscontrolled = 1>> <h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3> <<set $enemy1hp = 100>> <<set $reaganisfighting = 1>>

Seb's determination to confront the witch queen burned within him. With a swift and decisive movement, he lunged towards Rose, his intent to put an end to her malevolent reign. However, the dark witch queen was not to be underestimated. With a flick of her fingers, Rose cast a powerful spell, the arcane energy crackling through the air. Seb's body froze in place, his limbs locked in an otherworldly grip. He was immobilized, unable to move or defend himself. As he stood there, helpless and vulnerable, Kennedy, the seductive succubus, moved closer. Her eyes glinted with a hunger that had nothing to do with physical sustenance. She approached Seb, her lips curving into a wicked smile. With a touch as gentle as a lover's caress, Kennedy placed her hand on Seb's chest, right above his heart. An overwhelming sensation of ecstasy washed over him, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. It was a sensation he couldn't resist, a pleasure that consumed him. As Kennedy's fingers pressed deeper into his chest, Seb's soul was drawn out of his body. He gasped, his vision blurring as he felt himself slipping away into oblivion. The world around him faded, and all that remained was an eternal ecstasy that was both his salvation and his doom. Seb's life ended in a state of euphoria, his soul devoured by the succubus as he succumbed to her dark desires. [[Game Over]] <</if>>

With a hint of a smile, Seb nodded slowly, his voice a low murmur. "Alright, Rose. I'll accept your offer. I want Reagan." The witch queen's smile widened, her crimson eyes gleaming with triumph. "Excellent choice, my dear." As Seb moved towards Reagan, who still stood in a trance, Kennedy, the succubus, approached him with a sultry grace. The room seemed to pulse with dark energy as he took Reagan's hand, the crimson spider-device pulsing with malevolent power. The moment Seb touched Reagan, he felt a surge of unnatural energy coursing through him. His thoughts darkened, and a sinister smile curled on his lips. He had accepted the bribe, and in doing so, he had willingly surrendered to the darkness that now consumed him. Reagan, mindlessly and obediently, moved at his touch, moving to her knees as he unzipped his pants. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled BJ 1.jpeg"> "That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He pushed his cock into her mouth and she obediently started sucking, her soft lips wrapped around him, her tongue lashing him. Seb let out a moan as she sucked his cock, his fingers running through her golden locks, his other hand gripping the back of her head. The witch queen observed the scene with satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with delight. Kennedy, the succubus, licked her lips, her voice a seductive whisper. "Enjoy her while you can, my dear. Soon enough, she'll be one of us... and you will too." Reagan, on her knees, her mouth wrapped around his cock, her tongue sliding up and down his shaft, bobbing her head back and forth, her blonde locks swaying, her eyes glazed over and distant. Seb felt a rush of pleasure as he looked down at her, his hands holding her head, her mouth working its magic on him, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, his fingers threading through her hair. He let out a moan as he felt himself nearing release, the pleasure building up, Reagan continuing to suck him off, her mouth moving faster, her head bobbing faster, his cock throbbing, her tongue darting over the tip, his hands pulling her hair, his moans growing louder. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled BJ 2.jpeg"> Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, Seb came, shooting his load over Reagan's tits. She used her fingers to scoop and swallow his cum hungrily, her throat working as she swallowed every last drop. Far from finished, Seb picked Reagan up, spinning her around so he could enter her from behind. [[But Seb is up for more]]

With a twisted smile, Seb replied, "Very well, Rose. I accept your offer. Both Reagan and Kennedy." The witch queen's eyes gleamed with delight as her sinister grin widened. "Ah, an indulgent choice, my dear." As Seb moved closer to Reagan and Kennedy, the room seemed to pulse with a dark energy. The crimson spider-device on Reagan's chest pulsed with malevolent power, and the succubus Kennedy exuded an intoxicating aura. As he touched Reagan and Kennedy, an overwhelming surge of unnatural energy coursed through Seb. His thoughts turned darker, and a wicked grin spread across his face. He had accepted the bribe, willingly plunging into the abyss of darkness that now consumed him. <<if $magicbrooch != 1>> Kennedy, sensing Seb's surrender and moved closer to him, her eyes gleaming with hunger. With a sultry whisper, she murmured, "You've made the right choice, my dear. Now, let me fulfill your deepest desires." <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Seduction.jpeg"> As Kennedy touched Seb, a surge of dark energy enveloped him, his very soul being devoured by the insatiable succubus. Seb's expression contorted in pure pleasure as his life force drained away, his body growing weaker with each passing moment. The witch queen, Rose, watched with satisfaction as Kennedy consumed Seb's soul, her wicked smile never fading. The room echoed with Seb's anguished cries until they eventually faded into silence. Seb was no more, his existence extinguished by the darkness he had willingly embraced. [[Game Over]] <</if>> <<if $magicbrooch == 1>> Kennedy, sensed Seb's surrender and moved closer to him, her eyes gleaming with hunger. With a sultry whisper, she murmured, "You've made the right choice, my dear. Now, let me fulfill your deepest desires." <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Seduction.jpeg"> As Kennedy touched Seb, a surge of dark energy enveloped him, his very soul being devoured by the insatiable succubus. Seb's expression contorted in pure pleasure as his life force drained away, but not before he clutched the magical brooch tightly, its protective magic surging around him. The brooch formed a shimmering barrier that weakened Kennedy's dark influence, preventing her from fully ensnaring his soul. <<if $shotgunammocount >= 2>> Seb fired away with his shotgun, the blast catching the succubus right in the gut. As she fell to the ground in a cry of pain and blood, he stepped over her, shooting her in the head for good measure. <<set $enemy1hp = 100>> <<set $enemy2hp = 100>> <<set $shotgunammocount -=2>> <<else>> Seb, feeling a newfound strength from the protective charm, saw an opportunity. With a sudden burst of determination, he lunged forward, catching Kennedy off guard. His fist connected with her jaw, sending her stumbling backward. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Angry.jpeg"> Kennedy hissed in anger and regained her balance, her seductive facade replaced with a snarl of fury. She lunged at Seb with inhuman speed and agility, but he was ready. They engaged in a fierce battle, their movements a blur of supernatural prowess and human determination. <</if>> Meanwhile, with a wave of the witch queen's hand, the crimson spider-device on Reagan's chest surged with dark energy. Reagan's once-lifeless eyes now gleamed with malevolence as she stepped forward, ready to defend her mother and their dark cause. The witch queen smile was wide as she chanted something imperceptible, seeming to meld with the shadows of the room. [[Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3> <</if>> <<set $reaganandkennedyarefighting = 1>>

In a moment of recklessness, Seb made a proposal. "How about this, I'll... I'll sleep with all three of you." The queen was less then pleased. The witch queen's eyes blazed with fury, her elegant facade shattered by Seb's audacity. "You insolent fool!" Rose spat, her voice a venomous hiss. She raised a hand, and a surge of dark energy coursed through the room. Seb felt a searing pain as the spell struck him, his body convulsing uncontrollably. Before he could utter another word, before he could even beg for mercy, the witch queen's wrathful magic extinguished his life. Seb's body crumpled to the ground, a lifeless husk in the presence of the malevolent trio. [[Game Over]]

Unzipping her bodysuit's conveniently place lower zipper, he entered her tight pussy and thrust hard, fucking her rough and hard, the slapping sounds of his pelvis against her ass ringing throughout the room, his fingers gripping her hips, his cock slamming into her, his balls slapping against her. Kennedy watched the scene, her eyes glimmering, her hand snaking between her legs. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Doggy 1.jpeg"> Seb kept pounding Reagan, fucking her, his cock driving into her, his fingers digging into her hips, as she silently took it, her pussy clenching around his cock. Seb felt his climax approaching, his cock throbbing inside her, his balls tightening. With a final thrust, he exploded, filling her with his seed, his cum flowing into her. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Doggy 2.jpeg"> As he withdrew from her, his cum spilling down her thighs, Reagan turned to face him, standing at attention as Seb suddenly felt his neck pierced and injected with some sort of liquid. A brief thought of satisfaction was his last before a darkness took him. When he awoke, Seb found himself suspended, a crimson device pulsating on his chest and a strange taste in his mouth. His head was fuzzy and disoriented, and he could barely remember his name. All he could think of was the burning need for blood. "Welcome to the family, <i>brother. </i>" Kennedy giggled, her voice thick with dark pleasure. "I serve the Witch Queen." Seb replied. [[Game Over]]

You are fighting a brainwashed Reagan! Her eyes are glazed over as she watches you closely. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Attack.jpeg"> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Attack |Attack Reagan Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Reagan Battle]] [[Ego |Ego Reagan Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Reagan Battle]] [[End this with your guns|Reagan guns]] [[End this with a hand grenade|Reagan Hand Grenade]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  Reagan takes aim with her firearm. <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  Reagan prepares to launch a flurry of punches and kicks. <</if>> You should plan accordingly. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "Reagan is controlled! Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "First Aid Kit">> <</if>>

You are fighting a Shambler Brute, a giant brutish zombie monster. Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Attack |Attack Shambler Brute Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Shambler Brute Battle]] [[Ego |Ego Shambler Brute Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Shambler Brute Battle]] [[End this with your guns|Shambler Brute guns]] [[End this with a hand grenade|Shambler Brute Hand Grenade]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  The Shambler is about to smash the ground with tremendous force. Big damage incoming! Guarding may be wise! <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  The Shambler is preparing to swing its claws at you. <</if>> You should plan accordingly. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "Shambler Brute Battle Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "First Aid Kit">> <</if>>

Seb found himself at a mezzanine level overlooking the Main Hall of the estate. He glanced around, wary of any dangers but sensed none at the moment. [[Head east back along the mezzanine|Go west3]] [[Head south towards the den|Den exterior]] [[Head down the stairs to the Main Hall|Main Hall]]

His journey through the eerie corridors eventually led him to a long-forgotten garden, hidden away in a secluded courtyard. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Garden.jpeg"> The garden was a stark contrast to the rest of the cathedral's dark and foreboding atmosphere. It was overgrown and neglected, but even in its decrepit state, it retained a certain ethereal beauty. Wild, thorny vines climbed the ancient stone walls, and moss-covered statues of angels and saints stood as silent sentinels. <<if $flowerpicked < 1>> Amidst the tangled foliage, Seb spotted a solitary flower, its petals a pale shade of blue that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Moon Flower.jpeg"> [[Pick the flower]] <</if>> [[Go north to the Main Hall|Main Hall]] [[Head west into the checkerboard room|Go west1]] [[Search around for any supplies]]

Seb traveled into a large marble room with a checkerboard floor and tapestries hanging on the walls. A large glass chandelier swayed lightly overhead. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Marble Floor.jpeg"> [[Head north to the northern hallway|Go north2]] [[Head west|Cathedral]] [[Go east to the Main Hall|Main Hall]] [[Head south and outside to the garden|Go south4]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $guardcount -= 1>> You attack the enemy with an arcane blast of power, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[The brute retaliates! |Shambler Brute Battle Retaliation]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike |Shadow Strike Shambler Brute Battle For Real]] Dark Move [[Fireball |Fireball Shambler Brute Battle For Real]] Fire Move [[Go back |The guards attack! In the storage area!]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back |Ego 1st Guard Battle]] <</if>> [[The brute retaliates! |Shambler Brute Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<set $guardcount -= 5>> <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back |Fight the brute]] <</if>> [[The brute retaliates! |Shambler Brute Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(20, 40)>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 4)>> <</if>>  The Shambler Brute smashes the ground, causing shockwaves that deal <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 6) + 4>> <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken / 4)>> <</if>>  The Shambler Brute swings its massive claws, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. Shambler Brute's Health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Ok |Fight the brute]]

<<if $handgrenadecount >=1>> <<set $handgrenadecount -= 1>>  You throw a hand grenade at the brute! <<set $damageDone = random(250, 500)>> <<set $chanceToDealMaxDamage = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $chanceToDealMaxDamage <= 6>>  The hand grenade explodes in a powerful blast, dealing a massive <<print $damageDone>> damage to the enemy. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>>  <<else>>  The hand grenade explodes, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage to the enemy. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>>  <</if>> Brute's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Continue|Fight the brute]] <<else>> You don't have any hand grenades left! [[Go back|Shambler Brute guns]] <</if>>

Which gun will you use? [[Use your handgun on the brute]] Uses ammo [[Use your shotgun on the brute]] Uses ammo [[On second thought...|Fight the brute]]

<<if $handgunammocount >=1>> <<set $bulletsUsed = 0>>  <<set $bulletRoll = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $bulletRoll <= 50>>  <<set $bulletsUsed = 10>> <<elseif $bulletRoll <= 60>>  <<set $bulletsUsed = 9>> <<elseif $bulletRoll <= 70>>  <<set $bulletsUsed = 8>> <<elseif $bulletRoll <= 80>>  <<set $bulletsUsed = 7>> <<elseif $bulletRoll <= 90>>  <<set $bulletsUsed = 6>> <<else>>  <<set $bulletsUsed = 5>> <</if>> <<set $handgunammocount -= $bulletsUsed>>  You fire <<print $bulletsUsed>> bullets at the brute to take it down with your handgun. That was a lot of ammo! <<set $enemy1hp -=500>> [[Continue|Fight the brute]] <<else>> You don't have enough handgun ammo! [[Go back|Shambler Brute guns]] <</if>>

<<if $shotgunammocount >=1>> <<set $shotsUsed = 0>>  <<set $shotRoll = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $shotRoll <= 50>>  <<set $shotsUsed = 5>> <<elseif $shotRoll <= 60>>  <<set $shotsUsed = 4>> <<elseif $shotRoll <= 70>>  <<set $shotsUsed = 3>> <<elseif $shotRoll <= 80>>  <<set $shotsUsed = 2>> <<elseif $shotRoll <= 90>>  <<set $shotsUsed = 1>> <<else>>  <<set $shotsUsed = 1>> <</if>> <<set $shotgunammocount -= $shotsUsed>>  You fire <<print $shotsUsed>> bullets at the brute to take it down with your shotgun. That was a lot of ammo! <<set $enemy1hp -=500>> [[Continue|Fight the brute]] <<else>> You don't have enough shotgun ammo! [[Go back|Shambler Brute guns]] <</if>>

Seb took a moment to catch his breath, his heart pounding from the intense encounter. He then turned his attention to the fallen shambler brute's body. Kneeling beside it, he carefully examined the creature, searching for any evidence that might shed light on the mysterious virus that had plagued the mansion. To his surprise, as he examined the creature's decaying flesh, Seb discovered traces of a second virus type, distinct from the one he had encountered earlier. It was a perplexing revelation, and he knew that he needed to gather more information to understand the full scope of the infection that had transformed these once-human beings into shamblers. On its person, Seb was able to find a few bullets for his handgun as well. <<set $shamblerbrutemainhall = 0>> [[Continue onward|Main Hall]] [[Extract the other virus]] <<set $handgunammocount +=5>>

<<if $firstaidkits >= 1>> Seb scrambled to patch himself up with the first aid kit, restoring his health, at least for now... <<set $hp =150>> <<set $firstaidkits -=1>> <<if $shamblerbrutemainhall == 1>> [[Back to the action|Fight the brute]] <</if>> <<if $reaganiscontrolled == 1>> [[Back to the action|Reagan is controlled!]] <</if>> <<if $vampirefight == 1>> [[Back to the action|Vampire Fight Aftermath]] <</if>> <<if $flowershamblersfight == 1>> [[Back to the action|flower shamblers aftermath]] <</if>> <<if $south3hamblersfight ==1>> [[Back to the action|The shamblers were protecting what?]] <</if>> <<if $kennedyisfighting == 1>> [[Back to the action|Kennedy is Fighting!]] <</if>> <<if $reaganandkennedyarefighting == 1>> [[Back to the action|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <</if>> <<if $reaganandkennedyarefighting == 2>> [[Back to the action|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> <<else>> Seb is out of med kits! [[Game Over]] <</if>>

Yeah....shouldn't have done that or done better. Better luck next time!! <img src= "images/CH (3)/Game Over.jpeg"> Better restart!

<<if $vampiredeal != 1 && $vampiredeal != 2 && $vampiredeal != 3>> Seb cautiously entered the next room, a decrepit cathedral, his footsteps echoing in the eerie silence that filled the ancient place of worship. Stained glass windows, their colors muted by time, depicted scenes of saints and angels, their solemn gazes watching over him as he moved. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Cathedral.jpeg"> As he moved deeper into the eerie silence of the cathedral, the flickering light of a few candles revealed a figure shrouded in shadows, a presence that sent shivers down his spine. The air was heavy with the scent of aged wood, incense, and the lingering remnants of countless prayers. Emerging from the darkness, a vampire revealed herself, her crimson eyes gleaming with an otherworldly hunger. Her beauty was ethereal, but her aura was undeniably ominous. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Carmila.jpeg"><h5>"You must be Seb," she purred, her voice as smooth as silk. "I've been watching your progress, and it seems you've stumbled upon quite the predicament."</h5>Seb's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his weapon, his distrust evident in his wary expression. "Who are you, and what do you want?"<h5>The vampire gave a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Call me Carmila. I offer you a solution, Seb. I can provide you with the means to defeat the Witch Queen and her succubi lackey. All I ask in return is my freedom and a favor in the future."</h5>[[What's your angle?]] <<else>> The cathedral remains as haunting as ever, though there is not much else for you to do here. [[Return|Go west1]] [[Search the pews and altar]] <img src= "images/CH (3)/Cathedral.jpeg"> <</if>>

Seb cautiously ventured forth, his footsteps echoing softly in the night as the floorboards creaked underneath his feet. To the north was a closed wooden door and directly to the east was a set of spiral stone stairs descending downward. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Hallway 1.jpeg"> [[Open the door to the north]] [[Descend the stairs to the east]] [[Head back south to the checkerboard room|Go west1]]

<img src= "images/CH (3)/Bedroom Bullets.jpeg"> <<if $bedroombullets != 1>> As Seb continued his exploration of the decaying estate, he entered a room shrouded in darkness, with heavy velvet curtains blocking out most of the moonlight. The air was musty and filled with the scent of old books and dust. His eyes scanned the room, searching for anything that might be of use. As he approached an ornate wooden dresser, he opened one of its drawers and found a small box. Inside the box, he discovered a handful of pistol bullets. They were old but appeared to be in usable condition. A few notes and scattered pages were left behind as well. <<set $handgunammocount +=5>> Seb carefully pocketed the bullets, grateful for the find. In this nightmarish place, every bit of ammunition counted, and he knew he might need them to defend himself against the horrors that lurked in the shadows. With the bullets secured, he continued his journey through the estate, determined to confront the dark forces that awaited him. <<set $bedroombullets = 1>> <<else>> You've been here already. Hopefully those extra bullets came in handy. The scattered notes are still available for you to read. <</if>> [[Return|Go north2]] [[Inspect the notes]]

As he descended down the spiral stone staircase the air grew colder, and the dimly lit corridor led him to a heavy wooden door. As he pushed it open, he stepped into a room that could only be described as a gothic laboratory. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Lab.jpeg"> The chamber was a macabre blend of science and the occult. Shelves lined the walls, filled with jars containing bizarre specimens, and strange contraptions sat atop workbenches. The room was bathed in an eerie greenish glow, emanating from a series of intricate glass tubes filled with a pulsating liquid. At the center of the laboratory, a large stone altar stood ominously, adorned with arcane symbols and candles that flickered with an otherworldly flame. On the altar lay a lifeless body, covered by a bloodstained sheet. Upon quick inspection, Seb couldn't make heads or tails of the body, though he did confirm that it was not a shambler and that it was indeed dead. [[Search around the lab for supplies]] <<if $formuladiscoverd == 1>> [[Chemistry equipment to synthesize the viruses!]] <<else>> There's not much here at the moment. <</if>> [[Return upstairs|Go north2]]

Seb's mind raced as he weighed the offer. Could he trust a vampire, a creature of the night known for their cunning and deception? But the prospect of gaining an advantage against the dark forces that threatened him was tempting. "What's your angle, Carmila? Why help me?" Seb asked, his voice laced with skepticism.<h5>Carmila's smile widened, revealing her fangs once more. "Let's just say I have my reasons. I have no love for the Witch Queen and her kind. But time is of the essence, Seb. Do we have a deal, or will you face your fate alone? Or worse, face me?"</h5>[[Agree to the deal]] [[Let the vampire go free of charge but with no deal]] [[Fight the vampire]]

<<if $vialdroplets >=0>> [[Use a droplets on the vampire]] <<else>> <<goto "Vampire Fight">> <</if>>

Seb hesitated for a moment, his distrust of the vampire still lingering in his mind. He couldn't ignore the possibility that Carmila might have ulterior motives, even if she claimed to despise the Witch Queen. "Fine," Seb said, his tone resolute. "You're free to go, but don't expect me to trust you completely. I won't stop you from leaving, but I won't be listening to any information you might have either."<h5>The vampire grinned wide revealing her sharp fangs, "Perhaps you are smarter than you look."</h5>With that, she gracefully backed away from Seb, her movements swift and silent. Soon, she disappeared into the shadows of the cathedral, leaving Seb alone with his thoughts and his doubts. <<set $vampiredeal = 1>> [[Continue|Go west1]]

Seb hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks and benefits of the vampire's offer. He knew he couldn't fully trust her, but the prospect of gaining an advantage against the sinister forces that threatened him was too tempting to ignore. "Alright, Carmila," Seb finally agreed, "I'll accept your offer. Give me the Anchor of Souls." Carmila's eyes gleamed with a hint of satisfaction as she produced a small, ornate amulet from the folds of her dark cloak. The Anchor of Souls glowed with an otherworldly light, and Seb could sense its powerful magic. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Anchor of Souls.jpeg"><h5>"This amulet will protect your soul from being stolen by the succubus," Carmila explained. "It creates a barrier that she cannot breach. But be cautious, mortal. You'll owe me a favor in the future. Don't forget our deal."</h5>Seb nodded, taking the amulet from her outstretched hand. "I won't forget, Carmila." With their transaction complete, Carmila stepped back, her crimson eyes never leaving Seb. Then, with a graceful movement, she turned and vanished into the shadows, leaving Seb alone in the decaying cathedral. <<set $vampiredeal =3>> <<set $magicbrooch =1>> <h3>Seb obtained the Anchor of Souls</h3> [[Return|Cathedral]]

Seb knew that he couldn't fully trust Carmila and his suspicions were confirmed correct when, with a blur of motion, she lunged at him, her fangs bared, eyes crimson, and deadly grace. Thinking quickly, Seb reached into his pocket and retrieved a small vial of the enchanted droplets he had collected from the mysterious fountain earlier. The droplets glowed with an otherworldly light and held a magical power that could be harnessed against supernatural creatures. Carmila, entranced by the mesmerizing glow of the droplets, extended her hand to catch them. As she closed her fingers around the vial, a surge of magic coursed through her. Her vampiric form contorted and twisted as she underwent a grotesque transformation. In mere moments, Carmila had been transformed into a shambler, her once-elegant features now contorted and her movements slow and lumbering. <<if $handgunammocount >=1>> Seb wasted no time and drew his handgun. With a precise shot, he dispatched the newly created shambler with ease, Carmila's lifeless form crumpled to the cathedral floor. <<set $handgunammocount -=1>> [[Vampire Fight Aftermath]] <<elseif $shotgunammocount >=1>> Seb wasted no time and drew his shotgun. With a powerful blast, he dispatched the newly created shambler with ease, Carmila's lifeless form crumpled to the cathedral floor. <<set $shotgunammocount -=1>> [[Vampire Fight Aftermath]] <<else>> Seb wasted no time and drew his heavy flashlight. With a wild swing, he dispatched the newly created shambler, though not before he was grazed by its claws. Carmila's lifeless form crumpled to the cathedral floor. <<set $hp -=10>> [[Vampire Fight Aftermath]] <</if>>

Seb knew that he couldn't fully trust Carmila and his suspicions were confirmed correct when, with a blur of motion, she lunged at him, her fangs bared, eyes crimson, and deadly grace. <<set $vampirefight =1>> Reacting on instinct, Seb drew his handgun and fired a rapid succession of shots. The gunshots echoed through the decaying cathedral as the bullets found their mark. Carmila hissed in pain as the silver bullets struck her undead flesh, causing her to stagger back but not before dealing a slash to his chest. Seb didn't relent. He knew that vampires were resilient creatures. He reached for his shotgun, a more formidable weapon against the supernatural. He fired a blast of blessed shells, each packed with holy energy. The impact sent Carmila tumbling backward, her body smoldering from the blessed pellets. But Carmila was not defeated yet. With a hiss, she lunged at Seb once more. In a desperate move, Seb pulled the pin from a hand grenade and hurled it at her. The grenade exploded in a burst of searing light and force, sending Carmila sprawling across the cathedral floor. <<set $handgunammocount -= 15>>  <<set $shotgunammocount -= 8>>  <<set $handgrenadecount -= 1>>  The vampire is a formidable opponent, and you unleashed your arsenal to take it down. <<set $vampireDamage = random(1, 150)>>  <<set $hp -= $vampireDamage>>  The vampire strikes you, dealing <<print $vampireDamage>> damage. Your health is now <<print $hp>>. Seb seized the opportunity, his heart pounding with adrenaline and fear. He knew that he needed to finish this battle once and for all. He grabbed a wooden cross from the scattered debris of the cathedral. With a swift and precise motion, Seb stabbed the cross through Carmila's chest. The vampire let out a blood-curdling scream as the holy relic seared her flesh. Her crimson eyes widened with agony, and her once-sinister smile twisted into a grimace of pain. Seb pushed the cross deeper, and Carmila's form began to disintegrate into ash. Her screams echoed through the cathedral as she dissolved, her malevolent presence vanquished. [[Vampire Fight Aftermath]]

<<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "First Aid Kit">> <</if>> Seb stood there, breathing heavily, his hands trembling from the intensity of the battle. Inspecting the ashy remains of the vampire, Seb found a brooch laying on the ground that when he picked it up, hummed with some sort of energy. Inspecting it, he pocketed the device for later. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Anchor of Souls.jpeg"> <<set $vampiredeal =2>> <<set $magicbrooch =1>> <h3>Seb obtained the Anchor of Souls</h3> [[Return|Cathedral]]

In the dimly lit laboratory, Seb carefully followed the instructions outlined in the notebook he had found. The formula for synthesizing the antivirus was complex, but he had to succeed. <<if $virus2samples >= 1 && $virus1samples >= 1 && $flowerpicked == 1>> He gathered the necessary ingredients, including the Moonflower, and the two different virus types for brutes and shamblers. <<set $virus2samples = 0>><<set $flowerpicked = 2>> As he mixed the ingredients in a glass vial, Seb could feel the weight of the task ahead. This antivirus had the potential to save countless lives and stop the Witch Queen's sinister plans. <<set $virus1samples -= 1>> The formula required precise measurements and timing. Seb followed each step meticulously, his heart pounding with anticipation. <<if $fountaindroplets >= 1>> With steady hands, he added the droplets from the fountain, watching as the mixture began to emit a faint, ethereal glow. <<set $fountaindroplets = 0>> As the final ingredient was added, the liquid inside the vial took on a brilliant, silvery hue, shimmering with a magical energy. <<set $antivirus = 2>> With the antivirus in hand, Seb knew that he was one step closer to confronting the darkness that had plagued the village. [[Finish up|Descend the stairs to the east]] <<else>> As the final ingredient was added, the liquid inside the vial took on a subtle, greyish silver hue, shimmering with a magical energy. <<set $antivirus = 1>> With the antivirus in hand, Seb knew that he was one step closer to confronting the darkness that had plagued the village. [[Finish up|Descend the stairs to the east]] <</if>> <<else>> <<if $flowerpicked == 0>> Seb stood in the dimly lit laboratory, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he hadn't yet found all the ingredients needed to create the antivirus. The formula in the notebook seemed tantalizingly close, but without all the components, he was at an impasse. <</if>> <<if $flowerpicked == 2>> There is nothing left for you to do here. <</if>> Seb turned to search the decrepit mansion once more. [[Finish up|Descend the stairs to the east]] <</if>>

His footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridors as Seb continued to explore. To the north, beneath an arched stone alcove, stood a massive stone gargoyle statue perched atop a pedestal, its grotesque features frozen in a menacing scowl. The statue was weathered and covered in a thick layer of dust, as if it had stood in this place for centuries. [[Examine the statue]] [[Continue west on the mezzanine|Head up the stairs]] [[Go back east and to the fireplace stairs|Fireplace Lounge + Stairs]]

Seb entered a small, dimly lit study filled with dusty shelves lined with ancient tomes and faded parchment. A heavy, ornate desk sat at the center, its surface cluttered with old quills, ink pots, and parchment. As Seb began to sift through the disorganized collection of books, his eyes fell upon a weathered leather-bound notebook. Its pages were yellowed with age, and the ink had faded, but it appeared to be a journal of sorts. He opened it carefully, revealing a series of handwritten notes and sketches. One entry caught his attention, a riddle scrawled in elegant cursive: <i>"Amidst stone guardians, cold and still, A stone's secret, if you will. Seek the heart we beseech, To uncover the power held beneath."</i> <<set $gargoyleriddle =1>> [[Return|Fireplace Lounge + Stairs]]

<<if $gargoyleriddle == 1 && $gargoylepassword !=1 >> Seb approached the gargoyle cautiously, eyeing it with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The riddle had hinted at a secret hidden within the stone beast, and he couldn't help but wonder what it might be. <<if $gargoylepassword !=1>> There seems to a place to write a phrase with text on the gargoyle's statue, "In loving memory of _______ " <<textbox "$playerInput" "Enter the phrase! All Lowercase!">>  <<button "Submit">>  <<if $playerInput.trim().toLowerCase() == "john vandalham">>  The spell is broken, and the way is clear. <<goto "Statue Unlocked">>  <<else>> Nothing happens. It seems that was not the correct phrase. <<goto "Examine the statue">>  <</if>> <</button>> <</if>> [[Use the Third Eye for a hint]] Cost 3 EP <<else>> Seb approached the gargoyle eyeing it with curiosity. After a quick inspection, he left the statue be as he continued on. <</if>> [[Return|Go west3]]

At the end of this seemingly endless corridor, Seb's sharp eyes caught sight of an ornate wooden door. Unlike the weathered and decaying surroundings, this door appeared remarkably preserved, its intricate carvings and rich, dark wood. However, as he reached for the doorknob, Seb realized that it was firmly locked. He tested the handle, but it refused to turn and a quick shoulder bash proved to be just as effective. [[Return north|Head up the stairs]] <<if $denkey == 1>> [[Use the gargoyle's key]] <</if>> <<if $denkey == 2>> [[Head into the locked room|Use the gargoyle's key]] <</if>>

Seb approached the flower with a sense of wonder, his fingers gently caressing its petals. With care, he plucked the flower from its thorny perch, deciding to carry this unexpected treasure with him on his journey. <<set $flowerpicked =1>> From the corner of his eye he turned as a shambler leaped from the shadows. Seb fired quickly, shooting the shambler dead as more emerged from the thickets of the garden. [[Kill the shamblers|Kill the shamblers flower guardians]]

The shamblers lunged towards Seb, their claws outstretched, snarling like rabid beasts. <<set $flowershamblersfight =1>> [[Use the handgun|Flower Shamblers Handgun]] [[Use the shotgun|Flower Shamblers Shotgun]] [[Use your flashlight|Flower Shamblers flashlight]]

<<if $handgunammocount >=1>> The shamblers lunged towards Seb, their claws outstretched, snarling like rabid beasts. <<set $bulletsUsed = random(7, 15)>>  You quickly draw your handgun and open fire, unleashing a barrage of <<print $bulletsUsed>> bullets at the approaching shamblers. <<set $handgunammocount -= $bulletsUsed>> You have <<print $handgunammocount>> handgun bullets left. <<set $chanceToTakeDamage = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $chanceToTakeDamage <= 3>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 20)>>  The shamblers get too close, and one of them manages to land a hit, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> points of damage to you. Your health is now <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>>. <<else>> Your shots find their marks, and the shamblers fall one by one. <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print $hp>> [[Continue|flower shamblers aftermath]] <<else>> You don't have enough handgun ammo! [[Go back|Kill the shamblers flower guardians]] <</if>>

<<if $shotgunammocount >=1>> The shamblers lunged towards Seb, their claws outstretched, snarling like rabid beasts. <<set $bulletsUsed = random(3, 4)>>  You quickly grab your shotgun and blast away, expending <<print $bulletsUsed>> shotgun shells in the process. <<set $shotgunammocount -= $bulletsUsed>> You have <<print $shotgunammocount>> shotgun bullets left. <<set $chanceToTakeDamage = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $chanceToTakeDamage <= 1>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 20)>>  The shamblers get too close, and one of them manages to land a hit, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> points of damage to you. Your health is now <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>>. <<else>> Your shotgun blasts tear through the shamblers, taking them in bunches. They stand no chance against your firepower. <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print $hp>> [[Continue|flower shamblers aftermath]] <<else>> You don't have enough shotgun ammo! [[Go back|Kill the shamblers flower guardians]] <</if>>

Seb inserted the key into the ornate lock and turned it with a satisfying click. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room beyond. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Gargoyle Key.jpeg"> As Seb entered the room, his eyes fell upon a weathered and dusty tome resting on a wooden pedestal at its center. The book's pages were yellowed with age, and its leather cover showed signs of wear and tear. It emanated an aura of ancient knowledge, promising secrets long forgotten. Approaching the book with a sense of reverence, Seb opened it to reveal its contents. [[Read the details]] [[Read the basics]] <<set $denkey = 2>>

<span class="book-text"> Shambler Creator Virus Effects: Type 1: - Initial Infection: When a human is infected with the shambler creator virus, they initially display flu-like symptoms, including fever, fatigue, and muscle weakness. These early signs often lead to a misdiagnosis, as the virus remains dormant within the host. - Transformation: Over time, the virus gradually takes hold of the host's body. The infected individual experiences severe physical and mental deterioration. Their skin becomes pale and mottled, and they lose all traces of their former selves, both physically and mentally. - Physical Changes: The most striking physical transformation is the loss of all facial features, leaving the infected with a blank, featureless visage. Limbs elongate and contort, and the victim develops a hunched posture, leading to the characteristic shambler gait. - Loss of Humanity: As the virus consumes the host's mind, they lose all traces of their former identity and consciousness. They become mindless, driven only by an insatiable hunger for flesh. Any remnants of their former selves are completely extinguished. Type 2: - Initial Infection: The pre-demon creator virus has more insidious effects. It often remains dormant within the host for a prolonged period, allowing the infected individual to lead a seemingly normal life. - Transformation: When triggered, usually by external factors or rituals, the virus initiates a rapid and horrific transformation. The host's body contorts and twists as they undergo a grotesque metamorphosis. - Physical Changes: Pre-demons retain some semblance of their human appearance, but their features become warped and demonic. They grow in size and stature, often becoming towering and imposing figures. Their skin takes on a leathery, ashen texture, and their eyes glow with malevolent energy. - Heightened Abilities: Unlike shamblers, pre-demons retain some of their intelligence and can carry out complex tasks. They possess enhanced physical abilities, including superhuman strength, agility, and resilience. Their powers make them formidable adversaries. - Servitude: Pre-demons serve as loyal minions to the virus's creator and will eventually be transformed into full demons.</span> [[Read the basics]]

Inside, scrawled in elegant yet hurried handwriting, was a formula—a formula for synthesizing an antivirus capable of breaking a witch's hold over shamblers. His heart quickened as he read through the instructions. The potion required specific ingredients: a Moonflower, the two different virus types for brutes and shamblers. A rare ingredient and a mysterious component—droplets from a shambler ritual creation fountain, could be used to even revese the virus to gain control over the shamblers themselves. <<set $formuladiscoverd = 1>> [[Read the details]] [[Exit the room|Den exterior]]

You are fighting a brainwashed Reagan! Her eyes are glazed over as she watches you closely. Kennedy has joined the fray as well, her seductive smile no longer present. <<if $kennedydefeatedscene != 1>> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Angry.jpeg"> <<else>> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Defeated.jpeg"> <</if>> <<if $reagandefeatedscene != 1>> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Attack.jpeg"> <<else>> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Defeated.jpeg"> <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Reagan HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> Kennedy HP: <<print $enemy2hp>> [[Attack |Attack Reagan Kennedy Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Reagan Kennedy Battle]] [[Ego |Ego Reagan Kennedy Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Reagan Kennedy Battle]] [[Use your guns|Reagan Kennedy guns]] [[Use a hand grenade|Reagan Kennedy Hand Grenade]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>>  <<set $enemyAttackType2 = random(1, 3)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  Reagan takes aim with her firearm. <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  Reagan prepares to launch a flurry of punches and kicks. <</if>>  <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 1>>  Kennedy begins casting a charm spell. You can't guard against a charm spell! <<elseif $enemyAttackType2 is 2>>  Kennedy conjures flames for a fire spell. <<elseif $enemyAttackType2 is 3>>  Kennedy readies her claws for an attack. <</if>> You should plan accordingly. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0 && $enemy2hp <= 0>> <<goto "Reagan Kennedy is controlled! Victory">> <</if>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0 && $enemy2hp > 0 && $reagandefeatedscene != 1>> <<goto "Reagan defeated Scene!">> <</if>> <<if $enemy1hp > 0 && $enemy2hp <= 0 && $kennedydefeatedscene != 1>> <<goto "Kennedy defeated Scene!">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "First Aid Kit">> <</if>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> You attack the enemy with an arcane blast of power, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Reagan retaliates! |Reagan Battle Retaliation]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike |Shadow Strike Reagan Battle]] Dark Move [[Fireball |Fireball Reagan Battle]] Fire Move [[Go back|Reagan is controlled!]]

You''re not entirely sure what will happen if you kill Reagan in the Zapple World, but you could always find out! Which gun will you use? [[Use your handgun on Reagan|Use your handgun on Reagan Battle]] [[Use your shotgun on Reagan Battle]] [[On second thought...|Reagan is controlled!]]

You''re not entirely sure what will happen if you kill Reagan in the Zapple World, but you could always find out! [[Throw a hand grenade at Reagan|Throw Reagan Hand Grenade]] [[On second thought...|Reagan is controlled!]]

Who are you attacking? [[Reagan|Attack Reagan, Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] [[Kennedy|Attack Kennedy, Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] [[Go back|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? Attack Reagan: [[Shadow Strike at Reagan|Shadow Strike Reagan, Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] Dark Move [[Fireball at Reagan|Fireball Reagan, Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] Reagan Kennedy Battle]] Fire Move Attack Kennedy: [[Shadow Strike at Kennedy|Shadow Strike Kennedy, Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] Dark Move [[Fireball at Kennedy|Fireball Kennedy, Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] Fire Move [[Go back|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]]

You''re not entirely sure what will happen if you kill Reagan in the Zapple World, but you could always find out! Which gun will you use? Attack Reagan: [[Use your handgun on Reagan|Use your handgun on Reagan Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] Uses ammo [[Use your shotgun on Reagan|Use your shotgun on Reagan Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] Uses ammo Using your guns on Kennedy in the Zapple world should be fine right? Attack Kennedy: [[Use your handgun on Kennedy|Use your handgun on Kennedy Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] Uses ammo [[Use your shotgun on Kennedy|Use your shotgun on Kennedy, Reagan/Kennedy Battle]] Uses ammo [[On second thought...|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]]

You''re not entirely sure what will happen if you kill Reagan in the Zapple World, but you could always find out! [[Throw a hand grenade at Reagan|Throw Reagan Reagan/Kennedy Hand Grenade]]Uses ammo This isn't Kennedy's world so you <if>should</if> be safe throwing grenades at her right? [[Throw a hand grenade at Kennedy|Throw Kennedy Reagan/Kennedy Hand Grenade]]Uses ammo [[On second thought...|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>>  <</if>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 3)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 2>>  <<set $damageTaken = 20>>  Reagan takes a shot, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  Reagan takes a shot, but it misses! <</if>> <<else>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 3)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 2>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 6) + 2>>  Reagan attacks with punches and kicks, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  Reagan tries to land punches and kicks, but they miss! <</if>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. Reagan's Health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Ok |Reagan is controlled!]]

<<if $handgunammocount >=1>> You quickly draw your handgun and open fire, unleashing a barrage of 15 bullets at Reagan. <<set $handgunammocount -= 15>>  <<set $enemy1hp -= 200>> Your shots find their marks, Reagan is severely wounded. [[Continue the fight!|Reagan is controlled!]] <<else>> You don't have any shotgun ammo left! [[Go back|Reagan guns]] <</if>>

<<if $shotgunammocount >=1>> You quickly grab your shotgun and blast away, expending 5 shotgun shells in the process. <<set $shotgunammocount -= 5>> Your blasts find their marks, Reagan is severely wounded. <<set $enemy1hp -= 200>> [[Continue the fight!|Reagan is controlled!]] <<else>> You don't have any shotgun ammo left! [[Go back|Reagan guns]] <</if>>

<<if $shotgunammocount >=1>> You quickly grab your shotgun and blast away, expending 10 shotgun shells in the process. <<set $shotgunammocount -= 10>> Your blasts find their marks, Kennedy is severely wounded. <<set $enemy2hp -= 200>> [[Continue the fight!|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <<else>> You don't have any shotgun ammo left! [[Go back|Reagan Kennedy guns]] <</if>>

<<if $handgunammocount >=1>> You quickly draw your handgun and open fire, unleashing a barrage of 15 bullets at Reagan. <<set $handgunammocount -= 15>>  <<set $enemy1hp -= 200>> Your shots find their marks, Reagan is severely wounded. [[Continue the fight!|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <<else>> You don't have any handgun ammo left! [[Go back|Reagan Kennedy guns]] <</if>>

<<if $shotgunammocount >=1>> You quickly grab your shotgun and blast away, expending 5 shotgun shells in the process. <<set $shotgunammocount -= 5>> Your blasts find their marks, Reagan is severely wounded. <<set $enemy1hp -= 200>> [[Continue the fight!|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <<else>> You don't have any shotgun ammo left! [[Go back|Reagan Kennedy guns]] <</if>>

<<if $handgunammocount >=1>> You quickly draw your handgun and open fire, unleashing a barrage of 20 bullets at Kennedy. <<set $handgunammocount -= 20>>  <<set $enemy2hp -= 200>> Your shots find their marks, Kennedy is severely wounded. [[Continue the fight!|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <<else>> You don't have any handgun ammo left! [[Go back|Reagan Kennedy guns]] <</if>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>>  <<set $enemyAttackType2 = random(1, 3)>>  <</if>>  <<if $enemy2hp >= 1>> <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 1>>  <<set $charmSuccess = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $charmSuccess <= 5>>  <<if $firstaidkits > 0>>  You feel charmed by Kennedy's spell and impulsively destroy a first aid kit. <<set $firstaidkits -= 1>>  Your First Aid Kits: <<print $firstaidkits >> <<else>>  You are charmed by Kennedy's spell, but you have no first aid kits left. You lose the game. <<goto "Kennedy Battle Game Over">> <</if>> <<else>>  Kennedy's charm spell fails to affect you. <</if>> <<elseif $enemyAttackType2 is 2>>  <<set $fireballDamage = random(1, 30)>>  <<set $fireballHit = random(1, 100)>> <<if $fireballHit <= 50>>  The fireball spell misses you. <<else>>  <<set $damageTaken = $fireballDamage>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken * 0.25)>> <</if>>  Kennedy's fireball spell hits you, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageTaken >> <</if>> <<elseif $enemyAttackType2 is 3>>  <<set $clawDamage = random(8, 20)>>  <<set $clawHit = random(1, 100)>> <<if $clawHit <= 80>>  <<set $damageTaken = $clawDamage>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken * 0.25)>> <</if>>  Kennedy's claws strike you, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageTaken >> <<else>>  Kennedy's claw attack narrowly misses you. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $enemy1hp >= 1>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 3)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 2>>  <<set $damageTaken = 20>>  Reagan takes a shot, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  Reagan takes a shot, but it misses! <</if>> <<else>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 3)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 2>>  <<set $damageTaken = random(1, 6) + 2>>  Reagan attacks with punches and kicks, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage to you. <<set $hp -= $damageTaken>> <<else>>  Reagan tries to land punches and kicks, but they miss! <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. Reagan's Health is now <<print $enemy1hp>> Kennedy's Health is now <<print $enemy2hp>> [[Ok|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|Reagan is controlled!]] <</if>> [[Reagan retaliates! |Reagan Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<set $guardcount -= 5>> <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|Reagan is controlled!]] <</if>> [[Reagan retaliates! |Reagan Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> You attack Reagan with your flashlight, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Reagan's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Your foes retaliate! |Reagan Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> You attack Kennedy with your flashlight, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Kennedy's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. [[Your foes retaliate! |Reagan Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Reagan's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <</if>> [[Your foes retaliate! |Reagan Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Reagan's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <</if>> [[Your foes retaliate! |Reagan Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24)>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Kennedy's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <</if>> [[Your foes retaliate! |Reagan Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Kennedy's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] <</if>> [[Your foes retaliate! |Reagan Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

Reagan, under the control of the Witch Queen, lunged at Seb with blinding speed, her gun aimed at his chest. Seb ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding her gunfire. He knew he had to act quickly to free her from the control device. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Defeated 1.jpeg"> Seizing the moment, Seb closed the distance between them and grappled with Reagan. Despite her enhanced strength, he managed to rip the spider-gem control device off of her chest. As Seb forcefully tore the spider-gem control device from Reagan's chest, a surge of malevolent energy coursed through her body. Her eyes widened in agony as a torrent of electric shocks wracked her, causing her entire frame to convulse uncontrollably. Sparks of dark energy danced across her skin, illuminating the room with an eerie, crimson glow. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Defeated.jpeg"> Reagan's body arched off the ground, her limbs contorted in unnatural angles as the electrifying torment mercifully ceased. With a final twitch, she collapse to the ground, unconscious. <<set $enemy2hp = 150>> Seb turned his attention towards Kennedy, floating just off the ground with a light flab of her wings, who had been watching the entire ordeal. Her seductive allure had faded, replaced by a smoldering anger that blazed in her eyes. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Angry.jpeg"> Kennedy hissed, her lips curling into a snarl as she prepared to face Seb. With a sultry yet dangerous tone, she taunted, "You could have had it all, darling. Pleasure beyond your wildest dreams and power to rule over this world. All you had to do was surrender." [[It's not too late]] [[I'll never join the likes of you]] <<set $kennedyisfighting = 1>> <<set $reaganisfighting == 2>>

You are charmed by Kennedy's spell, but you have no first aid kits left. You stand in place charmed by her magic and wiles before she slinks over to you and slits your throat. [[Game Over]]

<<if $handgrenadecount >=1>> <<set $handgrenadecount -= 1>>  You throw a hand grenade at Reagan! <<set $damageDone = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $damageDone <= 6>>  The hand grenade explodes in a powerful blast, dealing massive damage to the enemy. <<set $enemy1hp -= 500>>  <<elseif $damageDone <= 9>>  The hand grenade explodes, dealing damage to the enemy who jumps out of the way at the last second avoiding the brunt of the blast. <<set $enemy1hp -= 100>>  <<else>>  Reagan leaps out of the way of the hand grenade which fails to do any damage. <</if>> Reagan's Health: <<print $enemy1hp>> <<else>> You are out of hand grenades. <</if>> [[The fight continues!|Reagan is controlled!]]

<<if $handgrenadecount >=1>> <<set $handgrenadecount -= 1>>  You throw a hand grenade at Kennedy! <<set $damageDone = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $damageDone <= 6>>  The hand grenade explodes in a powerful blast, dealing massive damage to the enemy. <<set $enemy2hp -= 500>>  <<elseif $damageDone <= 9>>  The hand grenade explodes, dealing damage to the enemy who floats out of the way at the last second avoiding the brunt of the blast. <<set $enemy2hp -= 100>>  <<else>>  Kennedy flits out of the way of the hand grenade which fails to do any damage. <</if>> Kennedy's Health: <<print $enemy2hp>> <<else>> You are out of hand grenades. <</if>> [[The fight continues!|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]]

Kennedy lunged at Seb with blinding speed, her sharp claws aimed at his throat. Seb ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding her deadly strike. He grabbed his flashlight and swung it like a makeshift weapon, striking Kennedy across the face with a blinding beam of light. <<set $kennedydefeatedscene = 1>> Kennedy hissed in pain and frustration, her seductive allure waning as the light disoriented her. Seizing the opportunity, Seb dropped the flashlight and closed the distance between them. He landed a series of powerful punches, staggering her further. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Defeated.jpeg"> Snatched a poker from the fireplace, Seb closed the distance, plunging the poker into her chest, and Kennedy let out a piercing scream before dissolving into a cloud of dark mist, vanquished. [[Continue the fight!|Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]]

<<set $enemy1hp = 100>> <<set $enemy2hp = 150>> <<set $hp = 150>> <<set $ep = 30>> <<set $handgrenadecount -= 1>> <<set $handgunammocount -= 2>> [[Reagan is controlled! and Kennedy is Fighting!]] [[Reagan is controlled!]]

With Kennedy and Reagan defeated, Seb turned his attention to the dark witch queen, Rose, who merged back out of the shadows having been observing the battle with a mixture of anger and intrigue. Her ebony robes billowed ominously around her as she regarded Seb with malevolent intent. <<set $ep = 40>> Seb, his chest heaving with exhaustion but his resolve unshaken, took a step forward and spoke firmly, "It ends here, Rose." <h3>Sinclair leveled up! Sinclair learned Swords of Light! Swords of Light costs a lot but deals big damage and heals you for just as much!</h3> The witch queen's lips curled into a chilling smile, revealing her sharp fangs. "You've certainly proven to be an interesting adversary," she replied, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "But do you truly believe you can defeat me?" <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Angry.jpeg"> With a wave of her hand, Rose summoned dark energies, forming a barrier of swirling shadows around her. <<set $witchqueenshield = 1>> "You may have a few tricks up your sleeve, but I have centuries of power and knowledge at my disposal. Come, let us finish this!" <<set $enemy2hp = 250>> [[The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3> <<set $reaganandkennedyarefighting == 2>>

"Let's not be too hasty. We can still have a little fun now, right?" Seb said, opening his stance. <<if $magicbrooch != 1>> Kennedy, sensing Seb's surrender and moved closer to him, her eyes gleaming with hunger. With a sultry whisper, she murmured, "You've made the right choice, my dear. Now, let me fulfill your deepest desires." As Kennedy touched Seb, a surge of dark energy enveloped him, his very soul being devoured by the insatiable succubus. Seb's expression contorted in pure pleasure as his life force drained away, his body growing weaker with each passing moment. The witch queen, Rose, watched with satisfaction as Kennedy consumed Seb's soul, her wicked smile never fading. The room echoed with Seb's anguished cries until they eventually faded into silence. Seb was no more, his existence extinguished by the darkness he had willingly embraced. [[Game Over]] <</if>> <<if $magicbrooch == 1>> Kennedy, sensed Seb's surrender and moved closer to him, her eyes gleaming with hunger. With a sultry whisper, she murmured, "You've made the right choice, my dear. Now, let me fulfill your deepest desires." As Kennedy touched Seb, a surge of dark energy enveloped him, his very soul being devoured by the insatiable succubus. Seb's expression contorted in pure pleasure as his life force drained away, but not before he clutched the magical brooch tightly, its protective magic surging around him. The brooch formed a shimmering barrier that weakened Kennedy's dark influence, preventing her from fully ensnaring his soul. <<if $shotgunammocount >= 2>> Seb fired away with his shotgun, the blast catching the succubus right in the gut. As she fell to the ground in a cry of pain and blood, he stepped over her, shooting her in the head for good measure. <<set $enemy2hp = 150>> <<set $shotgunammocount -=2>> <<else>> Seb, feeling a newfound strength from the protective charm, saw an opportunity. With a sudden burst of determination, he lunged forward, catching Kennedy off guard. His fist connected with her jaw, sending her stumbling backward. Kennedy hissed in anger and regained her balance, her seductive facade replaced with a snarl of fury. She lunged at Seb with inhuman speed and agility, but he was ready. They engaged in a fierce battle, their movements a blur of supernatural prowess and human determination. <</if>> [[Kennedy is Fighting!]]

Seb, his resolve unwavering, shook his head firmly. "I'll never join the likes of you." Kennedy's frustration turned into fury, and she lunged at Seb with supernatural speed. Her claws extended, ready to strike. [[Kennedy is Fighting!]]<h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3>

You are fighting the succubus, Kennedy! She taunts you as she floats just out of your reach. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Attack.jpeg"> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy2hp>> [[Attack |Attack Kennedy Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Kennedy Battle]] [[Ego |Ego Kennedy Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Kennedy Battle]] [[End this with your guns|Kennedy guns]] [[End this with a hand grenade|Kennedy Hand Grenade]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set $enemyAttackType2 = random(1, 3)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 1>>  Kennedy begins casting a charm spell. You can't guard against a charm spell! <<elseif $enemyAttackType2 is 2>>  Kennedy conjures flames for a fire spell. <<elseif $enemyAttackType2 is 3>>  Kennedy readies her claws for an attack. <</if>> You should plan accordingly. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy2hp <= 0>> <<goto "Kennedy is Fighting! Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "First Aid Kit">> <</if>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType2 = random(1, 3)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> You attack Kennedy with your flashlight, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Kennedy's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. [[Your foe retaliates! |Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType2 = random(1, 3)>> <</if>> You guard against an incoming attack! <<set $guarding = 1>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Guard.jpeg"> [[Your foe retaliates! |Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike at Kennedy|Shadow Strike Kennedy Battle]] Dark Move [[Fireball at Kennedy|Fireball Kennedy Battle]] Fire Move [[Go back|Kennedy is Fighting!]]

Using your guns on Kennedy in the Zapple world should be fine right? Which gun will you use? [[Use your handgun on Kennedy]] Uses ammo [[Use your shotgun on Kennedy]] Uses ammo [[On second thought...|Kennedy is Fighting!]]

This isn't Kennedy's world so you <if>should</if> be safe throwing grenades at her right? [[Throw a hand grenade at Kennedy|Throw a Hand Grenade at Kennedy]]Uses ammo [[Go back|Kennedy is Fighting!]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>>  <<set $enemyAttackType2 = random(1, 3)>>  <</if>>  <<if $enemy2hp >= 1>> <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 1>>  <<set $charmSuccess = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $charmSuccess <= 5>>  <<if $firstaidkits > 0>>  You feel charmed by Kennedy's spell and impulsively destroy a first aid kit. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Seduction.jpeg"> <<set $firstaidkits -= 1>>  Your First Aid Kits: <<print $firstaidkits >> <<else>>  You are charmed by Kennedy's spell, but you have no first aid kits left. You lose the game. <<goto "Kennedy Battle Game Over">> <</if>> <<else>>  Kennedy's charm spell fails to affect you. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 2>>  <<set $fireballDamage = random(1, 30)>>  <<set $fireballHit = random(1, 100)>>  <</if>> <<if $fireballHit <= 50>>  The fireball spell misses you. <<else>>  <<set $damageTaken = $fireballDamage>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken * 0.25)>> <</if>>  Kennedy's fireball spell hits you, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageTaken >> <</if>> <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 3>>  <<set $clawDamage = random(8, 20)>>  <<set $clawHit = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $clawHit <= 80>>  <<set $damageTaken = $clawDamage>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken * 0.25)>> <</if>>  Kennedy's claws strike you, dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageTaken >> <<else>>  Kennedy's claw attack narrowly misses you. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. Kennedy's Health is now <<print $enemy2hp>> [[Ok|Kennedy is Fighting!]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Kennedy's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|Kennedy is Fighting!]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24)>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Kennedy's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|Kennedy is Fighting!]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Kennedy Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $handgunammocount >=1>> You quickly draw your handgun and open fire, unleashing a barrage of 20 bullets at Kennedy. <<set $handgunammocount -= 20>>  <<set $enemy2hp -= 200>> Your shots find their marks, Kennedy is severely wounded. [[Continue the fight!|Kennedy is Fighting!]] <<else>> You don't have any handgun ammo left! [[Go back|Kennedy guns]] <</if>>

<<if $shotgunammocount >=1>> You quickly grab your shotgun and blast away, expending 10 shotgun shells in the process. <<set $shotgunammocount -= 10>> Your blasts find their marks, Kennedy is severely wounded. <<set $enemy2hp -= 200>> [[Continue the fight!|Kennedy is Fighting!]] <<else>> You don't have any shotgun ammo left! [[Go back|Kennedy guns]] <</if>>

<<if $witchqueenshield ==1>> You are fighting the evil Witch Queen Rose! She floats regally above you with a menacing snarl, cloaked in shadow. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> <<if $witchqueenshield ==0>> You are fighting the evil Witch Queen Rose! She floats regally above you with a menacing snarl, her shield shattered! <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen No Shield.jpeg"> <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy2hp>> [[Attack |Attack Witch Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Witch Battle]] [[Ego |Ego Witch Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Witch Battle]] [[Use your guns|Witch guns]] [[Throw a hand grenade|Witch Hand Grenade]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<if $witchqueenshield ==0>> The Witch Queen's shield is down, now is the time to strike! <<else>> The Witch Queen's shadow shield is active! You need to take care of that first! <</if>> <<set $enemyAttackType2 = random(1, 4)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 1>>  The Witch Queen begins casting a charm spell. <<elseif $enemyAttackType2 is 2>>  The Witch Queen conjures flames for a fire spell. <<elseif $enemyAttackType2 is 3>>  The Witch Queen freezes the air for an ice spell. <<elseif $enemyAttackType2 is 4>>  The Witch Queen calls upon lightning for a shocking spell. <</if>> You should plan accordingly. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <</if>> <<if $enemy2hp <= 0>> <<goto "Witch Queen Fight! Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "First Aid Kit">> <</if>>

<<if $witchqueenshield == 1>> You lash out at the Witch Queen but it is blocked by her shadow barrier! <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Shield.jpeg"> [[Well shit|The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <<else>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> You attack The Witch Queen with your flashlight, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. The Witch Queen's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. [[Your foe retaliates! |The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <</if>>

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike at The Witch Queen|Shadow Strike The Witch Queen Battle]] Dark Move [[Fireball at The Witch Queen|Fireball The Witch Queen Battle]] Fire Move [[Swords of Light|Swords of Light The Witch Queen Battle]] Light Move [[Go back|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]]

This has got to be the last battle right? Which gun will you use? [[Use your handgun on the Witch Queen]] Uses ammo [[Use your shotgun on the Witch Queen|Use your shotgun on the Witch Queen Battle]] Uses ammo [[On second thought...|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]]

This has got to be the last battle right? [[Throw a hand grenade at the Witch Queen|Throw a Hand Grenade at the Witch Queen]]Uses ammo [[Go back|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]]

<<if $witchqueenshield == 1>> <<if $handgunammocount >= 1>>  You fire away at the Witch Queen but it is blocked by her shadow barrier! <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Shield.jpeg"> [[Well shit|The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <<set $handgunammocount -= 1>> <<else>> Your handgun is out of ammo.  [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> <<else>> <<if $handgunammocount >= 30>> You quickly draw your handgun and open fire, unleashing a barrage of 30 bullets at The Witch Queen. <<set $handgunammocount -= 30>>  <<set $enemy2hp -= 200>> Your shots find their marks, The Witch Queen is severely wounded. [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <<elseif $handgunammocount <= 30 && $handgunammocount >= 1>>>>>> You fire away at the Witch Queen but fail to connect.  <<set $handgunammocount = 0>> [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <<elseif $handgunammocount <= 0>> Your handgun is out of ammo.  [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> <</if>>

<<if $witchqueenshield == 1>> <<if $shotgunammocount >= 1>>  You fire away at the Witch Queen but it is blocked by her shadow barrier! <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Shield.jpeg"> [[Well shit|The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <<set $shotgunammocount -= 1>> <<else>> Your shotgun is out of ammo.  [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> <<else>> <<if $shotgunammocount >= 30>> You quickly draw your shotgun and open fire, unleashing a barrage of 30 bullets at The Witch Queen. <<set $shotgunammocount -= 30>>  <<set $enemy2hp -= 200>> Your shots find their marks, The Witch Queen is severely wounded. [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <<elseif $shotgunammocount <= 30 && $shotgunammocount >= 1>>>>>> You fire away at the Witch Queen but fail to connect.  <<set $shotgunammocount = 0>> [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <<elseif $shotgunammocount <= 0>> Your shotgun is out of ammo.  [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> <</if>>

<<if $witchqueenshield == 1>> <<if $handgrenadecount >= 1>>  You throw a hand grenade at the Witch Queen but the explosion is blocked by her shadow barrier! <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Shield.jpeg"> [[Well shit|The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <<set $handgrenadecount -= 1>> <<else>> You are out of hand grenades. [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> <<else>> <<if $handgrenadecount >=1>> <<set $handgrenadecount -= 1>>  You throw a hand grenade at The Witch Queen! <<set $damageDone = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $damageDone <= 6>>  The hand grenade explodes in a powerful blast, dealing massive damage to the enemy. <<set $enemy2hp -= 500>>  <<elseif $damageDone <= 9>>  The hand grenade explodes, dealing damage to the enemy who floats out of the way at the last second avoiding the brunt of the blast. <<set $enemy2hp -= 100>>  <<else>>  The Witch Queen moves out of the way of the hand grenade which fails to do any damage. <</if>> The Witch Queen's Health: <<print $enemy2hp>> <<else>> You are out of hand grenades. <</if>> [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>>

<<set $enemyAttackType2 = random(1, 4)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 1>>  <<set $charmSuccess = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $charmSuccess <= 10>>  <<if $firstaidkits > 0>>  You feel charmed by The Witch Queen's spell and impulsively destroy a first aid kit. <<set $firstaidkits -= 1>>  Your First Aid Kits: <<print $firstaidkits >> <<else>>  You are charmed by The Witch Queen's spell, but you have no first aid kits left. You lose the game. <<goto "The Witch Queen Battle Game Over">> <</if>> <<else>>  The Witch Queen's charm spell fails to affect you. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 2>>  <<set $fireballDamage = random(1, 30)>>  <<set $fireballHit = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $fireballHit <= 90>>  <<set $damageTaken = $fireballDamage>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken * 0.25)>> <</if>>  The Witch Queen conjures flames for a fire spell, hitting you and dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageTaken >> <<else>>  The Witch Queen's fireball spell misses you. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 3>>  <<set $iceSpellHit = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $iceSpellHit <= 20>>  <<set $damageTaken = 150>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken * 0.25)>> <</if>>  The Witch Queen freezes the air and casts an ice spell, hitting you and dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageTaken >> <<else>>  The Witch Queen's ice spell misses you. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $enemyAttackType2 is 4>>  <<set $lightningSpellHit = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $lightningSpellHit <= 90>>  <<set $damageTaken = 15>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageTaken = Math.round($damageTaken * 0.25)>> <</if>>  The Witch Queen calls upon lightning for a shocking spell, hitting you and dealing <<print $damageTaken>> damage. Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageTaken >> <<else>>  The Witch Queen's lightning spell misses you. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $witchqueenshield ==0>> <<set _roll = random(1, 3)>> <<if _roll == 2>> The Witch Queen summons her Shadow Shield back! <<set $witchqueenshield =1>> <<else>> The Witch Queen's Shadow Shield is still down! <</if>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>>. The Witch Queen's Health is now <<print $enemy2hp>> [[Continue the fight!|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]]

<<if $witchqueenshield == 1>> <<if $ep >= 3>>  You unleash your Ego at the Witch Queen but it is blocked by her shadow barrier! <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Shield.jpeg"> [[Well shit|The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <<set $ep -= 3>> <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack. [[Go back|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> Your Ego is <<print $ep>> <<else>>  <<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24)>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> The Witch Queen's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <</if>>

<<if $witchqueenshield == 1>> <<if $ep >= 4>>  You throw a fireball at the Witch Queen but it is blocked by her shadow barrier! <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Shield.jpeg"> [[Well shit|The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <<set $ep -= 4>> <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> Your Ego is <<print $ep>> <<else>>  <<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> The Witch Queen's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 10>>  <<set $damageDone = random(15, 40) * 2>> <<set $enemy2hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 10>>  You unleash your Ego in a burst of light, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Swords of Light.jpeg"> It was super effective! The Witch Queen's health is now <<print $enemy2hp>>. <<set $hp += $damageDone>> The Swords of Light healed you for <<print $damageDone>>! <<if $witchqueenshield == 1>> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Surprised.jpeg"> The Swords of Light shattered the Witch Queen's shadow barrier! <<set $witchqueenshield = 0>> <</if>> <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|The Witch Queen is Fighting!]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |The Witch Queen Battle Retaliation]] <<if $hp > 150>> <<set $hp = 150>> <</if>>

With determination burning in his eyes, he summoned the power of his most potent spell—the Swords of Light. Brilliant swords of pure light materialized around him. These radiant blades hovered in the air, glowing with an otherworldly radiance. With a forceful mental command, Seb sent the Swords of Light hurtling towards the witch queen. Rose's eyes widened in surprise as the swords closed in on her, their gleaming edges slicing through the barrier of swirling shadows she had conjured. With lightning-fast precision, the Swords of Light struck their target, piercing her dark form and causing her to cry out in agony. The witch queen's malevolent powers wavered, and she struggled to maintain her composure. But Seb pressed the attack, directing the Swords of Light to strike again and again, their radiant blades cutting through Rose's defenses and sapping her strength. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Witch Queen Defeated.jpeg"> With a final, devastating strike, the Swords of Light overwhelmed the witch queen, shattering her dark form into a cloud of dissipating shadows. Rose's chilling laughter turned into anguished screams as her essence was dispersed, defeated at last. <h3>Sebastien leveled up!</h3> <<set $hp = 200>> <<set $ep = 40>> [[The Queen dropped something]]

Kennedy lunged at Seb with blinding speed, her sharp claws aimed at his throat. Seb ducked and rolled, narrowly avoiding her deadly strike. He grabbed his flashlight and swung it like a makeshift weapon, striking Kennedy across the face with a blinding beam of light. <<set $kennedydefeatedscene = 1>> Kennedy hissed in pain and frustration, her seductive allure waning as the light disoriented her. Seizing the opportunity, Seb dropped the flashlight and closed the distance between them. He landed a series of powerful punches, staggering her further. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Defeated 1.jpeg"> Snatched a poker from the fireplace, Seb closed the distance, plunging the poker into her chest, and Kennedy let out a piercing scream before dissolving into a cloud of dark mist, vanquished. [[Continue the fight!|Reagan Kennedy is controlled! Victory]]<h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3> <<set $kennedyisfighting = 2>>

As Seb explored the aftermath of the confrontation with the Witch Queen and her daughters, he noticed a peculiar glint on the floor. He bent down and picked up the source of the glimmer, revealing an old pocketwatch. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Pocketwatch.jpeg"> Gently holding the pocketwatch in his hand, Seb examined it closely. The craftsmanship was impeccable and it had a good sort of heaviness in his hands. Etched onto the cover was the shape of a crescent moon. Seb carefully placed the pocketwatch in his pocket and exited the room.<<set $reaganrelationshiplevel = 0>> <<set $reaganrelationshiplevel = 1>> <h3> Seb understands Reagan better</h3><<set $pocketwatchobtained =1>>[[Back outside|Go south2]]

Remember the gazebo? [[Righttttttttttt|Go south2]]

With the old pocketwatch in hand, Seb returned to the eerie glass courtyard, where the crescent moon mosaic floor art adorned the gazebo. Standing before the gazebo, Seb carefully examined the floor, looking for any clues or mechanisms. As he held the pocketwatch close to the mosaic, a faint, almost imperceptible click echoed through the air. The floor beneath him trembled slightly, and with a sense of awe, Seb watched as a previously concealed seam in the floor began to shift. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Pocketwatch.jpeg"> Slowly, a section of the mosaic floor art rose, revealing a hidden spiral staircase beneath. Seb descended into the secret passage, leaving the eerie glass courtyard behind. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Hidden Staircase.jpeg"> [[Seb enters a garden]]

Seb found himself in a hidden garden, bathed in the soft, silvery light of the crescent moon. The air was filled with the delicate scent of blooming flowers, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of ancient trees. The hidden passage had led him for quite a distance before he had emerged in a seaside cliff where the garden now lay. Although overgrown with thorny vines, it was still a sight to see. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Hidden garden 1.jpeg"> Seb cautiously ventured further into the garden, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of moss and fallen leaves. Among the moonlit blooms, he discovered a small, ornate fountain adorned with a crescent moon as its centerpiece. Nearby, amidst the tangle of overgrowth, Seb discovered a forgotten swing set, gently swaying in the breeze overlooking the seaside below. A withered tree stood as a solemn sentinel at the center of the garden, its gnarled branches reaching out in all directions. The tree, once strong was withering and full of decay. The fountain, close by, was filled with a reddish dark liquid that reeked of something long dead. Stepping a bit closer, he spotted a small, weathered photo album. [[He opened it]]

Seb carefully opened the weathered photo album. Inside, he found a collection of faded photographs, capturing moments frozen in time. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Photo Album.jpeg"> The first photo depicted a joyful scene: a young Reagan, no older than eight years old, was perched on her father's shoulders, her laughter echoing through the air. Her father, a strong and loving presence, wore a warm smile as he held her securely. Flipping through the pages, Seb saw more snapshots of their life together. A day at the beach, building sandcastles and collecting seashells, swinging on a swingset. A family picnic under the shade of the very tree that now stood withered. Reagan's father teaching her to ride a bike, his hands steadying her as she pedaled with determination. There was even a photo of Reagan and her father in an arcade playing, the original Denizen Evil with smiles on their faces. Seb nodded to himself, putting the album back in it's place. [[I think I understand]]

Surrounded by the garden's wild beauty, Seb sensed a story woven in its tangled vines and withered tree. Reagan's parents divorce must have forced her father to leave when she was very young. She had obviously adored him at one point. Her once lively and promising life had been overshadowed by neglect and loss. The thorny vines were a representation of the emotional walls she had built around herself, protecting her from further hurt. The abandoned swingset, which Seb assumed was a symbol of Reagan's carefree childhood, now sat rusted and unused; inaccessible to her. He wasn't quite sure about the withered tree with the photo album and fountain, but he guessed it represented her love for others, particularly her father and possibly men. From what Seb could gather, her family life resembled a fairy tale gone wrong - distant, cruel, and lacking warmth or affection from her mother and sister. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Hidden garden.jpeg"> <b><i>And from these pictures and what I know, serious daddy issues. Then again, I would have those too if had her family. I guess she just wants someone to care for her again.</i></b> The pocket watch glowed softly in the moonlight as he held it up towards the withered tree at the center of the garden.He could feel a faint thrum of energy coursing through his fingers, almost like an electrical charge. The tree was a tangle of gnarled branches and twisted roots, but as Seb's fingers brushed against its bark, a shimmering light emerged and surrounded it. The leaves, once dull and lifeless, now rustled with new energy, showing off vibrant greens and delicate pops of color. The withered tree illuminated in a soft blue glow, its branches knotted and twisted like ancient hands reaching for the heavens. The once dying leaves now shimmered with a vibrant green, renewed with life and vitality. The blooms on the tree flushed with color, the delicate petals seemingly pulsing with a newfound energy.<<set $reaganrelationshiplevel += 1>> <h3> Seb understands Reagan better</h3>[[A cracking sound could be heard]]

As Seb stood in the now-transformed garden, he felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him but his moment was shattered by a deafening cracking sound rang out. The ground beneath his feet quivered violently, causing the once-stable world to convulse and shudder and the withered tree groaned, contorted and began to splinter. Panicking, Seb quickly took out his phone, the Zapple app glowing with an otherworldly light.<h3> Would you like to return to the real world?</h3>With a final look at the collapsing garden, Seb activated the app's return function.<h3> Returning to the real world... </h3>A now familiar vortex of light and color enveloped him and in an instant, he had reappeared in the gymnasium. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Seb Teleport.jpeg"> [[Thank god]]

As Seb's form materialized in the gymnasium, he found himself standing in the same spot where he had originally entered the strange Zapple World. To his surprise, almost no time had passed in the real world, and the gymnasium remained unchanged. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Conversation 5.jpeg"> Reagan was still there, drinking her Zapple just as before. "Are you still here and are you still watching? Didn't you get the hint before?" Reagan called out to him after finishing her sip. Seb raised his hands up defensively, turning to leave, inadvertently letting the pocketwatch in his hands slip out, only catching it at the last second. Reagan gasped. "What-where did you get that?" She demanded, storming over to him and grabbing the watch by it's face to inspect it in her hands. [[Seb looked at her]]

Seb looked at her, "I found it in a hidden garden," he answered honestly his surprise mirrored in his eyes. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Conversation 2.jpeg"> Reagan's gaze was fixed on the pocketwatch, her expression a mix of fascination and confusion. "Is that a sex joke? Like...that's...there's no way that this is..." Her sudden shift from intrigue to borderline accusation caught him off guard. "No, it's not a joke. I found it in a hidden garden. It seemed important." Reagan's fascination with the pocketwatch was palpable, but her thoughts were clearly racing. She muttered to herself, "Hidden garden... That's impossible." Then, she seemed to snap back to reality and looked up at Seb. "Listen, can I buy that pocketwatch from you? I'll pay whatever you want for it." The unexpected desperation in her tone tugged at Seb's heartstrings. He studied her carefully, watching the gears turning in her mind. Taking a deep breath, he made a decision. He pressed the watch into her open palm, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "No need to buy it." Reagan blinked in surprise. "Give it to me? Why would you do that?" Seb smiled gently. "Consider it a gift. It seemed to mean something to you, and I don't need it." Reagan accepted the pocketwatch with a mix of gratitude and confusion. "Thank you, I guess." As Seb turned to leave, Reagan stopped him with a demure yet determined tone. [[Wait!]]

"Wait. You've given me something. I have to repay you somehow." Reagan said. It wasn't just the idea, it was the sheer earnestness in her eyes, so unlike the sharp, dismissive Reagan he usually encountered. A playful smirk tugged at his lips. He shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle. "Honestly, there's nothing I need in return. I'm just glad I could give you something that means so much." Reagan, however, wasn't one to easily accept favors without reciprocating. Her brows furrowed, and her lips twisted into a familiar scowl. Looking at her expression, it was almost more comforting to see her this way. She continued, "But why? Why would you give me something like this? What do you want in return? There has to be something I can do for you." Seb chuckled softly, appreciating her sincerity. "I promise, I don't want anything in return. I just thought it might make you happy." <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Conversation 1.jpeg"> Reagan stared at him, dumbfounded, standing under the basketball hoop as her usual sharp retorts failing to materialize. It was like watching a malfunctioning robot, gears grinding beneath the surface. Seeing her expression, Seb found his mouth moving before he could consciously think of a response "Sometimes Reagan, people do kind things just because they want to. No strings attached." [[You're not making any sense]]

"You're not making any sense," she retorted. "People don't just give away valuable things for nothing. What's your angle, Seb? What re you trying to get from me?" A flicker of guilt snuck in. It wasn't everyday Reagan Vandalham was on her back foot. Seb sighed trying to regain control of himself. "Okay, I'll bite. If there's anything I want, I'll let you know" Reagan was taken aback by his nonchalant answer. She stared at him for a few seconds before speaking again. "You don't want anything? " Seb smirked and nodded. Was this girl really this easy to fluster? "Not that I could think of right now." <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Conversation 4.jpeg"> "What the fuck?" Reagan said, grabbing him by the shirt, "Are you fucking nuts? Who doesn't want anything from me?" Apparently she was. His curiosity got the better of him and he shrugged as he said, "You're not really my type, and I don't think you're interested in me like that either." Reagan glared at him. "Who said that? Are you saying I'm not attractive?" Reagan had no idea how to handle a guy not thinking she was attractive, the look on her face said it all. His suspicion confirmed, Seb laughed. "Reagan, the only reason you're not attractive is because I don't have a fetish for ice queens." Reagan released his shirt and stepped back. "Ice queen?" Seb smirked, nodding. He couldn't help himself, she was becoming way too fun to tease. "Yup, you're the coldest person I've ever met." [[Reagan grew more flustered]]

Reagan huffed. "That is not true!" Seb couldn't stifle a smirk. "Really? What's something you've always wanted but never gotten?" Reagan raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with intrigue. He could feel his heart rate quicken as he watched her. "That's easy, I've always wanted to be the head cheerleader." "Uh that doesn't count, that was something you had then lost. You were the head cheerleader for a long time." <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Conversation 3.jpeg"> "Fuck you, don't remind me." Reagan grumbled. "You're the one who brought it up." She seemed so vulnerable in this moment, and Seb couldn't resist poking fun at her. She continued, "Fine, I've always wanted to have sex on a plane." His mind immediately went to all the steamy airplane scenes in movies he had seen. Was she serious? He allowed himself for only a second to imagine Reagan in a stewardess outfit and him in an airplane bathroom stall... <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan stewardess.jpeg"> "Really? Sex on a plane? Never had it? That does sound like fun. Mommy's private jet doesn't take you there?" Seb tried to keep his tone light and teasing, but his heart was pounding with anticipation. "What kind of rich bitch do you think I am? We don't have that kind of money!" "Could've fooled me with all the hot-ass clothes you wear all the time." He cringed at his lame comeback. Smooth, Seb. Real smooth. But then, Reagan's next words surprised him even more. "Aha! You said I was hot!" She seemed almost giddy at the thought and Seb felt a rush of pride that he could make her feel that way. "Reagan, every red-blooded straight male on this planet thinks you're hot." Well, that much was true. Despite his mediocre verbal sparring, Reagan had worked herself up into a tizzy and Seb couldn't help but smile [[But you said]]

"But you said-" "Attraction and hotness are different things," he mused, his voice carrying a thoughtful tone. "Attraction is the emotional response, hotness is physical." Reagan raised an eyebrow, her lips pursing. "Well, thank you for that clarification, Mr. English teacher." Seb let out a light laugh, enjoying the banter. "You're very welcome, Ms. Vandalham." Reagan shifted a glint in her eyes. "Anyway, what's something you've always wanted?" "A million dollars." He said the first thing that came to mind. "I'll give you five hundred grand." She replied immediately. Seb couldn't help but laugh at her offer, shaking his head. "Nah, as I said, you're not my type." "I can give you a blowjob." "Again, you're not my type, and I'd never force anyone to do something like that." [[You aren't forcing me!]]

"You aren't forcing me!" Reagan protested. "Still no," he replied, his voice low and teasing. "It'd be unfair to both of us." Reagan leaned back in her seat, her curiosity piqued. "Unfair? How?" "Because you're not the girl of my dreams," he admitted with a grin. "And besides, a blowjob isn't worth a million dollars. Let alone 500 grand." Yeah, he was really enjoying teasing her. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Conversation 7.jpeg"> Reagan raised an eyebrow, a challenge in her gaze. "Fine, then I'll give you a million bucks, and then I'll suck your dick." Seb couldn't help but laugh at her audacity, shaking his head. "That's still a no," he replied, his tone firm but amused. "Sorry, but a million bucks is not worth a bad sexual experience." Reagan's demeanor didn't waver as she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry but angry whisper. "Fuck you, I'll rock your world, and it'll be amazing." [[Nah, thanks but no thanks.]]

Reagan looked genuinely surprised. "What, are you gay or something?" she asked, her curiosity getting the best of her. Seb surprised himself with his own honesty. "I can appreciate another man's attractiveness," he admitted, "but I'm mostly just very sexual, so no, not gay." Reagan nodded, absorbing this new information. "So, you've had sex before?" she ventured. Seb paused, contemplating his response. "Yes," he finally answered. Reagan leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "How many times?" Seb hesitated for a moment before replying, "Four, with four different people." Reagan didn't shy away from the topic. "Was it good?" she asked with a candid grin. Seb didn't hold back as he shared his experiences. "The first, second, and fourth times were good," he admitted. "The first time, it was with a girl I was dating. We were both virgins, so it was a bit awkward, but we made it work. The second time was with a girl I met at a festival. We didn't even exchange names, but it was still pretty good. The fourth time was pretty special, with...a friend who I cared a lot about. The third time was with the best friend of the first girl, and she was terrible." [[Did you cum?]]

"Did you cum?" Reagan asked, her curiosity unapologetic. Seb chuckled, shaking his head. "Nope, I didn't even finish. She just sucked the tip of my cock and then started crying." Reagan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed. Seb nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's what I said." Reagan leaned forward, eyes blazing. "So you're saying that unless we have some sort of emotional connection, you're not going to fuck me?" she demanded. Seb replied with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Are you saying you want to fuck me?". He certainly wanted to fuck her. Every straight male in the school did. Why was he just turning her down like this? <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Conversation 6.jpeg"> Reagan visibly pouted which Seb found quite endearing. "Maybe." That was why. He realized in the moment. Whatever had just happened, Reagan flustered, pining after him, hot and bothered by him, getting a little taste of her own medicine, it was really doing it for him. "I'm gonna stop you right there," he said firmly. "It's not going to happen." Reagan's playful demeanor shifted as she pressed further. "Why not?" she persisted. Seb maintained his stance. "Because I'm not going to have sex with someone just for the sake of it," he explained. "That's not how I work." Reagan let out an exasperated sigh. "Ugh, fine," she conceded, her frustration evident. "If we're not going to fuck, then I'm leaving." He watched her go, her ass swaying in all the right ways underneath her cheer uniform skirt. Yeah. He was a fucking liar, and he knew it. [[Seb waved goodbye]] <h3>End of Chapter 3</h3>

<img src= "images/CH (3)/CH 3 Thank You 2.jpeg"> <b>A Big Thanks!</b> To you amazing players, Thanks for taking this epic journey with me! You're the best! I'm still hard at work on the next chapters, but I wanted to say thanks in advance for all the bug reports and typo checks. Please give the game a review and like on the site if you like it! More to come soon! <b>Cheers!</b> <h3>[[On to CH 4]]</h3> <img src= "images/CH (3)/CH 3 Thank You 3.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (3)/CH 3 Thank You 1.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (3)/CH 3 Thank You 4.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (3)/CH 3 Thank You 5.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (3)/CH 3 Thank You 6.jpeg">

<h4>Reagan lay in bed, the dim light of her room casting a soft glow on the pocketwatch dangling from its chain in front of her eyes. She was still upset with Seb. His willingness to give her the pocketwatch without expecting anything in return had left her both grateful and bewildered. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Intro.jpeg"> As she turned the watch in her hands, her mind drifted to her father, a memory she had kept buried deep within. Reagan's fingers traced the crescent moon symbol, the crescent moon on the watch's face reminded her of the countless nights he had told her stories under the moonlight. The idea of someone giving without expecting anything in return? People, in her experience, didn't do things without some ulterior purpose. She mentally chastised herself. <i>Of course there's something he wants Reagan. Don't be fucking stupid. He's a guy. He might be demiro-whatever, but he's still...</i> She rolled over onto her side to place the watch on her nightstand and switch off the light. She knew what she had to do.</h4> [[The next day]] <<set $hp = 200>> <<set $ep = 40>> <<set $chapter = 4>>

<h4>The next day Reagan was determined to find a new outfit that would leave an impression on Seb. Reagan walked through the bustling mall, browsing the racks of clothing with a wild fervor. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Shopping 1.jpg"> <i>He's just like any other guy... No that's too plain...he just wants one thing... Oh that's? No...not good enough.</i> The thought of owing someone, even if it was just a token of kindness, grated on her. Reagan continued to sift through the clothes, determined to find the perfect outfit to wear when she saw Seb again. As she held up a stylish dress to examine it, her reflection in the store's mirrors showed a conflicted expression. She wasn't used to navigating these emotional waters, and the uncertainty of it all left her feeling both vulnerable. [[These ones are good enough to try]] </h4>

<h4>Reagan tried on a few dresses, each one more fashionable than the last. She glanced at herself in the mirror, her expression a mix of determination and uncertainty. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Black Dress.jpeg"> <i>Will this be enough to impress him?</i> she wondered, adjusting the fit of a black dress that clung to her curves. It was a far cry from her usual attire, and she couldn't deny that she looked damn hot in it. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Gold Dress.jpeg"> As she moved to try on another dress, this one a vibrant gold that seemed to demand attention, she couldn't help but replay Seb's actions in her mind. The pocketwatch, his willingness to give without expecting anything in return—it all felt so foreign to her. <i>Does he really not want this?</i> she thought, her fingers brushing over the soft fabric of the dress. <i>Or is there something more?</i> [[Another round to try on a few more]] </h4>

<h4>Reagan tried on a few more dresses, each one accentuating her figure in different ways. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Sweater Dress.jpeg"> <i>Seb might be just like any other guy,</i> she mused, admiring her reflection, <i>but there's no harm in making him appreciate the view.</i> After carefully selecting a black dress as her outfit for the future and a few more purchases for a rainy day, Reagan made her way to a lingerie boutique. She was determined to complete her transformation and leave nothing to chance. After all, if she was going to meet Seb again, she wanted to make sure she left a lasting impression, and lingerie was an essential part of that plan. [[The lingerie store]]</h4>

<h4>Reagan stepped into the upscale lingerie boutique with a sense of purpose. She knew exactly what she was looking for – something that would make her feel confident and alluring. She browsed through the racks of lacy bras and matching panties. <i>No...no...no...,</i> she held a lacie bra up to her chest, then shook her head. <i>I'm unforgettable, I have to look unforgettable.</i> After a bit of searching, she found a set that caught her eye – a deep burgundy lace bra and panties which she grabbed to take into the changing room. Along the way, she selected a few other pairs as an impulse grab. It never hurt to try them on after all. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Undress 1.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Undress 2.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Undress 3.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Undress 4.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Undress 5.jpeg"> Reagan entered the fitting room, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She carefully hung the burgundy lingerie set on the hook and decided to try it on first. Slipping out of her regular clothes, [[she put on the lace bra and panties.]] </h4>

<h4>The cashier, a friendly young woman, began ringing up the items, and Reagan couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. She was used to being in control and assertive, but this situation was different. As the total amount appeared on the register, Reagan reached for her wallet and handed over her credit card. She signed the receipt with a steady hand, despite the lingering doubt in her mind. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Finished Shopping.jpeg"> <i>It's just clothes,</i> she reminded herself. <i>Nothing to be embarrassed about.</i> Later that day, as she looked at her purchases in one outfit in the mirror, her doubts faded away. She looked good, felt good, what about this could possibly go wrong? [[The next day|Ambushing Seb]]</h4>

<img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Black Dress 2.jpeg"> <h4>The next day, Reagan stood in front of the bathroom mirror of the girl's locker room, clad in the outfit she had carefully selected the day before. She admired herself in the mirror, feeling a newfound sense of confidence. The doubts that had plagued her had faded away, replaced by a determination to make an impression. <i>He's just a guy, after all,</i> she thought, giving herself a reassuring nod. With a sense of purpose, Reagan headed to the school newsroom. She had studied Seb a bit and learned his schedule. He always seemed to stay late in the school's newspaper room working on this and that. Reagan couldn't imagine why he would care so much about something as outdated as a newspaper, let alone a fake one for their school but she was determined to ambush him, to show him that she could play his game, whatever it was. But as she pushed open the newsroom door, she was met with an unexpected sight. Seb was there, holding a glass bottle in his hand, and before her eyes, he seemed to blur and disappear, as if being transported somewhere else. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Seb Teleport.jpeg"> Reagan's eyes widened in surprise. <i>What the fuck? Where did he go? Just as I was...is that a Zapple?</i> Without thinking, she reached for the Zapple. She had no idea where Seb had gone, but she was determined to find out. She was going to feel real stupid if the Zapple had nothing to do with his sudden disappearance, but he had freaked out about her Zapple in the gym just a few days before. Was there something special about this one? With a quick gulp, she drank the Zapple and felt a strange sensation wash over her as the world around her shifted and transformed. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Teleport 1.jpeg"> [[Lena's World]]</h4>

<h4>As Reagan took a gulp of the Zapple, a rush of sensations engulfed her. It was as if reality itself was unraveling around her, and her surroundings began to blur and distort. Colors shifted, and strange patterns danced before her eyes. Then, in an instant, Reagan found herself in a world unlike any she had ever seen. She stood in the midst of a bustling city with towering skyscrapers that seemed to touch the sky. People filled the streets around her, going about their daily business as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Reagan's heart raced as she took in the surreal surroundings. She had just been in the news room and now she was... <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Hero 1.jpeg"> She glanced down at herself and realized that she was now dressed in a costume—a white spandex outfit with a circular hole cut out to let her tits breath that hugged her in all the right places. She wore gloves, a belt, a cape and even boots. <i>Well, I worked hard on my other outfit, but at least I look damn hot here. Wherever here is...</i> [[She spotted Seb]]</h4>

<h4>Reagan's gaze darted through the bustling cityscape, searching for any sign of Seb. Her heart pounded in her chest as she wondered if he had also ended up in this strange world. And then, she saw him. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Seb Hoodie.jpeg"> Seb was walking briskly down the crowded sidewalk. Reagan couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and determination. If she could find Seb, perhaps he could shed some light on this bizarre place. With newfound resolve, Reagan began tailing him, careful to keep a safe distance. Eventually, Seb led her to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Thugs in intimidating attire guarded the entrance, and Reagan watched from a concealed vantage point, trying to make sense of the situation. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Hero 3.jpeg"> [[Seb transforms]]</h4>

<img src= "images/CH (1)/Brainstorm.jpeg"> <h4>Before she could decide what to do next, Seb, before her eyes, transformed before her eyes into a powerful and imposing figure, clad in a kevlar suit and orange mask. With confidence and precision, Seb swiftly incapacitated the thugs guarding the entrance to the abandoned warehouse with a simple gesture of his hand and Reagan couldn't believe what she was witnessing. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Fire Guy.jpeg"> But the most astounding moment came when a figure emerged from the warehouse—a man composed entirely of flames, a fire elemental. Seb, or rather Brainstorm, as the flaming man addressed him as, didn't hesitate. Brainstorm raised his gloved hands, and a translucent, shimmering barrier formed in front of him just in time to block a barrage of fiery projectiles from the elemental. The flames collided with the barrier, creating a spectacular explosion of sparks and heat. With a flick of his wrist, Brainstorm sent a wave of unseen force toward the elemental. The elemental was lifted off the ground and momentarily disoriented, flames flickering wildly as it struggled to maintain its form. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Brainstorm 2.jpeg"> Brainstorm lunged forward, extending a hand, as a concentrated beam of psychic energy shot out, striking the elemental with pinpoint accuracy. The elemental let out a guttural roar as flames sputtered and dimmed, its fiery form wavering. But the elemental fought back, summoning a swirling vortex of flames around itself. It launched a searing tornado of fire towards Brainstorm, who responded with a powerful telekinetic counter. As the battle reached its climax, Brainstorm unleashed a final surge of psychic power, encasing the fire elemental in a shimmering cocoon of energy. The elemental let out one last defiant roar before it was enveloped, its fiery form extinguishing in a blaze of sparks before the flames died away, a regular man left behind who promptly collapsed in a heap. [[Another figure enters]]</h4>

<h4>Emerging from the shadows, another figure, clad in a sleek black costume and bearing a set of menacing clawed gauntlets, entered the scene. The black-clad figure and Brainstorm seemed to be in a intense discussion back and forth even as police sirens in the distance could be heard. The figure was clearly a woman, with dark skin and rich wavy black hair that Reagan couldn't help but note. As they discussed, she moved quickly and silently to try and get a better view. "Lena?" <img src= "images/CH (4)/Nightclaw.jpeg"> The moment the name left her lips, she realized her mistake. Brainstorm, or Seb, turned his head in her direction, and the orange mask seemed to fixate on her for a split second. The black-clad figure, who she assumed was another superhero, clearly didn't expect her presence. With a startled glance in her direction, they muttered something under their breath, then swiftly retreated from the scene. [[Reagan? What are you doing here?]]</h4>

Seb's voice, though filtered through his mask's voice modulator, held a note of concern and confusion. Reagan felt a flush of embarrassment and uncertainty. <h4>"I... I don't even know how I got here," she stammered, her gaze shifting nervously between Seb and the spot where Lena had disappeared. "I followed you, and then everything went crazy, and... I don't understand any of this."</h4>"Well," Seb said, with an audible sigh. "Come over here. Mine as well catch you up to speed as much as I can. If you're here to help." As she joined Seb, he began to explain the basics of what she had stumbled into, albeit with some reluctance. He spoke of a world parallel to their own, filled with super-powered individuals, supervillains, and secret identities. He talked about his alter ego, Brainstorm, and Lena's alter ego, Nightclaw. It was a lot to take in, and Reagan couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. <h4>"So, you're like a superhero?" Reagan asked, still trying to process everything. "And you got access to this world with a Zapple drink?"</h4><h4>"And the Zapple app. I was looking into Lena's disappearance for an article for the school newspaper and I ended up here." [[Ok wait, explain it to me again.]]</h4>

Seb nodded, his mask-clad face betraying no emotion. "What part do you not understand?"<h4>"You were looking for Lena Vega for the school newspaper...and you ended up here? As a superhero?"</h4>"Yes, in a way, I'm a superhero here. As for the Zapple app and drink, they're connected to this world in a strange way. You see, the Zapple app has a feature called 'matching.' It can pair people from our world and transport you here."<h4>Reagan furrowed her brow. "Matching? I've never seen that feature before."</h4>Seb continued to explain, "It's not something widely known. I don't know anyone else who has the feature. I stumbled upon it while investigating Lena's disappearance. I used it to find a match for her, and it led me here."<h4>Reagan tried to wrap her head around the concept. "So, you can find people in this world who have counterparts in our world?"</h4>Seb nodded again. "Well this one and other worlds. But it's not without risks. The app can be unpredictable, and you can end up in some pretty dangerous situations, as you've seen."<h4>[[Reagan's head was spinning]]</h4>

<h4>Reagan couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and unease. She had used Zapple plenty, everybody did nowadays, but she had never imagined it could lead to something like this. "So, you used the app to find Lena?" Reagan asked, still trying to piece it all together.</h4>Seb nodded once more. "Yes, and I managed to locate her in this world. But it's not as simple as it sounds. I think this means that Lena is alive. This world is a creation of her desires and inner self. In her inner self she thinks of herself as a superhero, or at least identifies with a narrative that a superhero portrays. In this case, a very broody, emo, edgy superhero named Nightclaw. If her desires are here, then she's alive. That's my theory at least, and I'm hoping I can use it to find more information about where she went."<h4>"And you mentioned other worlds?"</h4>"Yeah. In fact, one of the other worlds I've been to is yours."<h4>[[Mine?!]]</h4>

<h4>Reagan's eyes widened at the mention of her own world. "You've been to my world? What did you see? Did you meet my friends or family?"</h4>Seb hesitated for a moment, his expression solemn. "Yes, I've been to your world, but it was a very different place. It resembled a horror-themed game called 'Denizen Evil.' I ended up in an old, eerie mansion filled with nightmarish creatures."<h4>"Denizen Evil...like that shooter game me and daddy used to play at the arcade..." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Hero 4.jpeg"> Reagan listened in shock as Seb continued to describe his journey. He told her about encountering her mother, who appeared as a terrifying Witch Queen, and her sister, who took on the form of a succubus. He described a chilling encounter with a mind-controlled version of Reagan herself, dressed in a revealing bodysuit.</h4>"Then, in the darkest depths of that mansion, I found a hidden garden," Seb continued. "There, I saw pictures of your childhood and with the pocketwatch I got from your mom I was able to restore the garden some."<h4>"Restore it?"</h4>"Yeah, it was overgrown with vines and thorns and the tree that I think was representative for your dad was withered and infected."<h4>[[So you've been inside my head?]]</h4>

<h4>"Daddy and I used to play 'Denizen Evil' at the arcade," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of nostalgia and dread. "But I never imagined it could become a reality..." As Seb continued to recount his experiences, including his encounter with versions of her mother, sister, and even herself. She could feel her whole body tense at his words. Reagan's gaze shifted between the pocketwatch and Seb, her thoughts swirling with emotions. "This is... a lot to take in. You know so much about me."</h4>Seb offered her a sympathetic smile. "I understand how overwhelming this must be. But I'm here to help. You can trust me, Reagan." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Hero 5.jpeg"><h4>Reagan frowned, who did this guy think he was? "Trust you? You're all up in my head, how do I know you didn't mess around in there and make me do something? Huh?" [[Seb took a step back]]</h4>

<h4>Seb took a step back,</h4>"I would never do something like that," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I understand your skepticism, but I've always tried to use my powers responsibly, especially when it comes to people's minds. I've been worried about what discovering the Zapple app might mean but...I figured it was a good way to find Lena and I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth."<h4>"I don't even know what's real anymore." Reagan fumed, stopping herself just short of saying sorry. Her words had obviously hurt Seb, but she couldn't bring herself to apologize. He deserved a little pain for all the confusion he had put her through...right? Reagan shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.</h4>"Look," Seb continued, "I'm not trying to manipulate you. But you're going to have to just take me at my word." "Please, Reagan," Seb implored, his voice soft and earnest. "Trust me. I want to help."<h4>Reagan sighed, the tension in her features easing slightly as she began to relent. Something about him was tugging at her hearstrings and she hated it. "Okay," she said, her voice carrying a note of resignation. She chewed on her lip, wrestling with her doubts and insecurities. "For now." Seb nodded, a glimmer of relief washing over his entire posture. [[A fragile truce]]</h4>

<h4>Seb looked away from Reagan, his face thoughtful. </h4>"Know anything about Lena that might help us figure out more of what's going on here?"<h4>Reagan looked around, "Like what?" she inquired, her voice tinged with frustration. "I didn't know her very well, if that's what you're asking. She was on the squad and friends with everyone, but we didn't know much about her."</h4>"Do you know anything about her disappearance?" Seb pressed.<h4>Reagan shook her head, "I mean, nothing specific," she admitted with a hint of regret. "Just that she didn't show up for practice one day. It was strange, we had a game coming up."</h4>"Guess we'll just have to explore more here. We need to get into that big skyscraper, the V-Sec building has got to have some sort of "Clawcave" that she holes herself up in."<h4>"Is this one of those stupid comic superhero things?" Reagan scoffed.</h4>"Yeah pretty much, though it's not stupid right now. I'm not totally sure what happens if we get hurt or die here, but I'm not planning on finding out."<h4>[[They head to the V-Sec building]]</h4>

<h4>With a shared sense of purpose, they headed towards the imposing V-Sec building, determined to uncover any clues that might lead them to Lena. As they approached the entrance of the skyscraper, they were suddenly confronted by a sinister figure. A twisted version of Lena was waiting for them.</h4> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Intro.jpeg"> Seb's eyes widened. "That's not Lena, or at least, that's not Nightclaw."<h4>"Lena" twirled a comically oversized hammer in her hands and spoke with a teasing tone, "Well, well, what do we have here? A couple of lost kittens trying to sneak into the V-Sec building?" She continued to twirl her oversized hammer and introduced herself with a playful flourishing bow, "I'm Punch Bunny, the queen of chaos and the life of the party in this topsy-turvy world! You can call me Bunny, baby, or whatever tickles your fancy!" "Just get of our way you crazy bitch!" Reagan yelled. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Angry.jpeg"> "Hey! Who you calling a bitch? Bitch?" Punch Bunny snapped right back sending some inadverdent saliva to the sidewalk below. [[We don't have time for this]]</h4>

<h4>Reagan clenched her fists, frustration bubbling within her. Seb stepped in, putting an outstretched arm in front of Reagan and Punch Bunny.</h4>"Look, we don't have time for games. We need to find Lena, and we'll do whatever it takes." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Cute.jpeg"> <h4>Punch Bunny tilted her head in mock innocence, her tone shifting rapidly from playful to menacing, "Oh, sweetie, you think you can just waltz into the V-Sec building and find your precious Lena? That's not how things work in this wacky world." Punch Bunny let out a dramatic sigh, her expression exaggeratedly pouty. "But if you're in such a hurry, you'll have to get through me first! But don't say I didn't warn ya! This Bunny packs a punch!" She lovingly tapped her hammer as she adopted a fighting stance.</h4><<set $enemy1hp = 450>> [[Punch Bunny Fight!]]<h3> Another fight is coming up, you may want to save your game just in case!</h3>

<h4>You are fighting Punch Bunny alongside Seb, who gives off a commanding air. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Generic.jpeg"> Seb's Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Seb's Ego Points: <<print$ep >> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Hero Battle.jpeg"> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Seb Attacks |Attack Punch Bunny Battle]] [[Seb Guards |Guard Punch Bunny Battle]] [[Seb summons his Ego |Ego Punch Bunny Battle]] [[Seb Uses the Third Eye |Third Eye Punch Bunny Battle]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  Punch Bunny raises a heavy hammer. Her wild and unorthodox attacks make her almost impossible to guard against! The Third Eye doesn't help here! <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  Punch Bunny thumbs the edge of a bag of a shiny pink powder. Her wild and unorthodox attacks make her almost impossible to guard against! The Third Eye doesn't help here! <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 3>>  Punch Bunny twirls syringe between her fingers. Her wild and unorthodox attacks make her almost impossible to guard against! The Third Eye doesn't help here! <</if>> The two of you should plan accordingly. <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "Punch Bunny Battle Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>> </h4>

<h4><<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 8) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $guardcount -= 1>> Seb attacks the enemy with an psychic blast of power, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Punch Bunny retaliates!|Punch Bunny Battle Retaliation]]</h4>

<h4><<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>> Seb guards against an incoming attack! <<set $guarding = 1>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Guard.jpeg"> [[Punch Bunny retaliates!|Punch Bunny Battle Retaliation]]</h4>

<h4>Seb summons his Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. What move does Seb use? [[Psy Blade Strike |Shadow Strike Punch Bunny Battle]] Dark Move [[Mindfire |Fireball Punch Bunny Battle]] Fire Move [[Psy-Light Swords|Swords of Light Punch Bunny Battle]] Light Move [[Go back |Punch Bunny Fight!]] </h4>

<h4><img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <<if $thirdeyeactive != 1>> The Third Eye is now on. <<set $thirdeyeactive = 1>> <<else>> The Third Eye is now off. <<set $thirdeyeactive = 0>> <</if>> [[Ok |Punch Bunny Fight!]]</h4>

<h4><<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 60>>  <<set $damageDone = random(40, 100)>>  Punch Bunny swings her hammer, hitting Seb and dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. There's no guarding against that attack! <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Happy.jpeg"> Seb's Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <<else>>  Punch Bunny swings her hammer, but Seb dodges the attack. There's no guarding against that attack! <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Angry.jpeg"> <</if>> <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  <<set $sleepChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $sleepChance <= 5>>  Punch Bunny creates a cloud of sleeping gas! Seb inhales the sleeping gas and falls into a deep sleep. Punch Bunny takes advantage and deals 200 damage to Seb. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Happy.jpeg"> There's no guarding against that attack! Seb's Hit Points: <<print $hp -= 200 >> <<else>>  <<set $epReductionChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $epReductionChance <= 60>>  <<set $ep -= 5>>  Punch Bunny creates a cloud of sleeping gas! Seb inhales some of the sleeping gas, feeling drowsy. Seb's Ego Points: <<print $ep >> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Happy.jpeg"> There's no guarding against that attack! <<else>> Punch Bunny creates a cloud of sleeping gas! Seb manages to avoid inhaling the sleeping gas that Punch Bunny created. There's no guarding against that attack! <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Angry.jpeg"> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 3>>  <<set $muscleRelaxerSuccess = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $muscleRelaxerSuccess <= 60>>  <<set $damageDone = 30>>  Punch Bunny injects Seb with a muscle relaxer, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Happy.jpeg"> There's no guarding against that attack! Seb's Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <<else>>  Punch Bunny attempts to inject Seb with a muscle relaxer, but Seb swats the needle away. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Angry.jpeg"> There's no guarding against that attack! <</if>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains Seb's energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining Seb's energy. <</if>> <</if>> Seb's Ego Points: <<print $ep >> Seb's Hit Points: <<print $hp >> [[Reagan attacks!]]</h4>

<h4> <<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(12, 20) + 4>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  Seb unleashes his Ego in a psychic hammer attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> [[Punch Bunny retaliates!|Punch Bunny Battle Retaliation]] <<else>> Seb does not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back |Ego Punch Bunny Battle]] <</if>></h4>

<h4> <<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(1, 40) + 5>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  Seb channels his energy and manifests a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[Punch Bunny retaliates!|Punch Bunny Battle Retaliation]] <<else>> Seb lacks the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back |Ego Punch Bunny Battle]] <</if>></h4>

<h4> <<if $ep >= 10>>  <<set $damageDone = random(15, 40)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 10>>  Seb unleashes his Ego in a burst of light, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Swords of Light.jpeg"> Punch Bunny's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<set $hp += $damageDone>> The Swords of Light healed you for <<print $damageDone>>! [[Punch Bunny retaliates!|Punch Bunny Battle Retaliation]] <<else>> Seb does not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|Punch Bunny Fight!]] <</if>> <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>></h4>

<h4>Seb and Reagan fought valiantly against the zany antics of Punch Bunny, using their combined powers to dodge her wild swings and outmaneuver her unpredictable attacks. It seemed like they had the upper hand, and for a moment, Punch Bunny's theatrics were no match for their determination. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Punch Bunny Defeated.jpeg"> But just when it seemed like they were about to subdue her, a new figure emerged from the shadows tackling Seb to the ground. Scrambling to his feet, Seb looked to see who their new adversary was. It was Nightclaw. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Nightclaw Controlled.jpeg"> Nightclaw's eyes were a pure white, and she moved with an unnatural grace, her movements robotic and controlled. Seb and Reagan exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to proceed. Punch Bunny cackled with glee, her laughter echoing through the twisted streets. "Well, well, well, look who decided to join the party!" Punch Bunny taunted, twirling her oversized hammer. "Seems like Mr. F wouldn't let you win so easy like that!"</h4>Seb turned to Reagan, "We can't fight the both of them. I don't think. Nightclaw is way too strong for us if the last fight we fought together is any indication."<h4>The robotic moving Nightclaw stood between them and the building. [[Fuck!]]</h4>

<h4>Reluctantly, Reagan nodded. She knew Seb was right. They were outmatched and facing an unknown adversary. Retreating was their best option for now. "Fuck! This isn't over bitch! I'm coming back here to kick your slutty ass!" Reagan yelled at Punch Bunny before moving to retreat. As they retreated away from Punch Bunny and the controlled Nightclaw, Reagan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of frustration and helplessness.</h4>Once they were a safe distance away, Seb turned to Reagan. "We need to find out who's behind all of this and how to break the mind control on Lena. But for now, let's head home."<h4>"I can't believe we let that fucking slut go." Reagan scowled.</h4>"Who? Punch Bunny?" Seb asked, taking out his phone and unlocking it.<h4>"Yeah, the slut. Who else? We couldn't even fucking beat her. What's the point of being able to punch through steel if I can't even beat some bitch with a hammer and cheap makeup?</h4>"Not sure what makeup has to do with it." Seb shrugged, "But we were going to beat Punch Bunny until Nightclaw showed up. And look on the bright side, you were able to punch her in the face with <i>super strength!</i>" [[Reagan considered this for a second.]]

<h4>Reagan manifests her powers up and attacks with a fist as hard as diamonds in a wild swing! <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Hero Attack.jpeg"> <<set $ReaganAttack = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $ReaganAttack <= 40>>  Reagan's attack misses! She lets loose a few expletives in frustration. <<else>>  Reagan strikes with serious power, dealing 100 damage to Punch Bunny. “Fuck your whore-makeup-ass shit!” She cries. <<set $enemy1hp -= 100>> <</if>> [[Continue the fight!|Punch Bunny Fight!]]</h4>

<h4>Reagan considered Seb's words for a moment, her frustration still simmering beneath the surface. She was never one to easily give compliments, especially to a guy who had unwittingly dragged her into this bizarre superhero world. But deep down, she couldn't deny that the idea of having super strength did sound pretty damn cool. "Yeah, I guess that part was alright," she admitted curtly, trying not to give ground, "But still, we can't let Punch Bunny and whoever's controlling Nightclaw get away with this nonsense." There was an undeniable coolness to punching people through walls. She wasn't about to admit it to him, but it was the kind of thing that...well who didn't like feeling like a superhero sometimes?</h4>Seb nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "There's still a lot to learn that's for sure, but if Nightclaw is against us like that, we're going to need to train some more. She hits like a truck." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Hero 6.jpeg"><h4>Reagan's icy demeanor held as she pivoted the conversation, "Hey, I know how to repay my debt." "There's this restaurant nearby," she continued, "and you're taking me there. I'll pay. We'll be even." Seb blinked at her, a little surprised. "Uh, okay, are you sure?" "Yup. Now let's get out of here, shall we? Can I use my Zapple?"</h4> [[Uh Yeah...]]

<h4>After returning to the real world and ensuring Seb had ditched his casual attire and transformed into a presentable human being fit to dine at 'Trattoria Paradiso,' Reagan graciously accepted his arm as they strolled towards the lavish Italian restaurant. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Trattoria Paradiso.jpeg"> Warm lighting, crisp white tablecloths, and the clinking of fine china against crystal glasses greeted them as they entered and were greeted by the host. Many heads turned to follow them as they were seated and Reagan reveled in the attention that seemed to follow her every move, a subtle smirk playing on her lips. Seb, on the other hand, appeared entirely flustered by the extravagant setting. He navigated the maze of tables with a touch of nervousness, stumbling over his words as he led Reagan towards a cozy corner booth. Settling into the plush velvet seats, Reagan let out a satisfied sigh, her smugness evident in the way she scanned the restaurant, making it her domain. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Date 3.jpeg"> As they perused the extensive menu, Reagan's eyes sparkled with anticipation, her newfound sense of power evident. The descriptions of delectable dishes – creamy risottos, succulent grilled meats, and decadent desserts – painted a culinary masterpiece in her mind. She couldn't resist the temptation to order multiple courses, fully aware of her ability to savor every bite.</h4>"Look, Reagan, you don't have to order all that. I'm not that hungry and this place isn't exactly cheap. Not that I don't appreciate the generosity but-" [[Shut up.]]

<h4>Reagan raised a finger to silence Seb, her expression firm. "No buts," she interrupted him with a commanding tone. "We're here to repay the debt, remember? So, you're going to enjoy this meal, and I won't hear any objections." Seb blinked in surprise, taken aback by Reagan's assertiveness. He nodded reluctantly, no doubt realizing that there was no point in arguing. Reagan leaned back in her seat, a triumphant glint in her eyes. She had seized control of the situation, and she wasn't about to let it slip through her fingers. Seb had flustered her before, and he certainly had more knowledge and power in the Zapple worlds, but in the real world, here? She was the one truly in charge. [[A few courses later]] </h4>

<h4>A few courses later, Reagan and Seb had settled into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, their initial awkwardness dissolving amidst the clinking of silverware and the murmur of soft-spoken voices. As the evening progressed, Reagan couldn't help but notice a subtle shift in Seb's demeanor. The nervousness that had initially clouded his eyes had dissipated, replaced by a newfound sense of ease and confidence. He engaged in the conversation with more animation, his laughter echoing through the elegant dining room. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Date 2.jpeg"> This was a different side of him then she had seen earlier, his relaxed composure a pleasant contrast to his reserved and serious nature in the Zapple world or the verbal jabs he gave her in the gym a few days prior. For Reagan, the evening had started as a mere obligation, a means to repay a debt and rid herself of any feelings associated with it, but she caught herself once or twice studying his jaw line or thinking if he got a new haircut he could... She stopped herself. This was a debt repayment. Nothing more. [[Right?]]</h4>

<h4>She found herself lingering on his words, savoring the sound of his voice. She noticed the way his fingers brushed against hers as he passed her the breadbasket, the subtle warmth that lingered on his touch. Reagan tried to convince herself that it was just the ambiance of the restaurant, the flickering candlelight casting an enchanting glow over everything. But deep down, she knew that the attraction was real. Perhaps sensing her reluctance to end the evening, Seb suggested that they order dessert, a decadent chocolate lava cake with a scoop of velvety vanilla gelato, which she ate a little too much of due to its rich flavor. She mentally noted that she would have to work that off in the gym later. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park.jpeg"> Seb then surprised her by suggested they take a walk through the park across the street. Reagan hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was wise to extend the evening further, but she ended up accepting after only a short moment. As they strolled through the park, the moonlight casting long shadows on the pavement, Reagan realized that she hadn't thought about her family, her stress, her school assignments, anything the entire evening. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly carefree, her mind completely present in the moment. [[What the fuck??]]</h4>

<h4>They had talked about everything and nothing, their conversation flowing effortlessly from their favorite bands to their deepest fears. Reagan found herself opening up to Seb in a way she hadn't to anyone else, sharing her vulnerabilities and insecurities with a candor that surprised even herself. Seb had listened attentively, his eyes filled with empathy and understanding. He hadn't offer empty platitudes or false reassurances, simply listened and offered a kind word where appropriate. She slapped herself mentally, what was happening? Was she really? [[Reagan asserts control again]] </h4>

<h4>Reagan couldn't shake the feeling of self-consciousness that had settled over her like a heavy cloak. This was so unlike her, to feel so flustered, so... giddy in the presence of another person... No. This was just infatuation, a temporary surge of hormones and adrenaline brought on by their shared experiences in the Zapple world. Nothing more. She leaned in towards Seb, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum solo. His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't move away. Their lips met, soft and hesitant at first, then deepening as the initial shock wore off. Reagan closed her eyes, savoring the moment, trying to decipher the emotions that washed over her. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Kiss.jpeg"> [[A kiss!]]</h4>

<h4>Reagan couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry that had sparked between them, but she wasn't ready to admit it. Not yet. She needed to maintain control, keep her emotions in check. There was too much at stake. She would just get him out of her system. "This doesn't mean anything," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Seb looked at her, a question in his eyes. "We're just...scratching an itch. That's all." Reagan knew the words sounded hollow, even to her own ears. But she couldn't allow herself to consider any other possibilities. The Zapple world, saving the universe...her life, her reputation...everything was at stake. She couldn't afford to lose focus. She pressed her lips deeper into his, adding tongue as her hands snaked under his shirt to feel his muscles, lean and firm.</h4>"Reagan?" Seb asked, questioningly.<h4>"Shut up and touch me you idiot." Reagan felt her pulse quicken as Seb's hands wandered along her body, exploring every curve and contour. A heat spread through her body, making her skin tingle with anticipation. She moaned softly, her mind spinning as he deepened the kiss, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.</h4>"Wait," Seb said, breaking the kiss. "I want this too, but are you sure?"<h4>[[I thought I told you to shut up]]</h4>

<h4>A jolt of electricity surged through her veins, igniting a fire in her that spread from her lips to her fingertips. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum solo, each beat echoing the intensity of the kiss. For a moment, she forgot about her theory, about hormones and adrenaline. She forgot about the Zapple world, about saving the world. All she could focus on was the sensation of Seb's lips against hers, the warmth of his breath, the way his hand gently caressed her cheek. She opened her eyes, her gaze locking with Seb's. His eyes were filled with a mix of surprise, desire, and something she couldn't quite identify. The kiss was everything she had never expected, everything she had never wanted to admit she wanted. It was passionate, intense, and undeniably exhilarating. But as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended. Reagan pulled away, her breath coming in short gasps. She looked at Seb, her expression a mix of confusion and longing. [[This is just proof!]]</h4>

<h4>"I thought I told you to shut up," Reagan growled, "and don't you dare fucking stop." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 1.jpeg"> He hesitated for a moment more and Reagan could sense a hint of hesitation in Seb's actions. But that only fueled her own desire, and she couldn't help but yelp as he slowly and lightly pressed her against the tree, his hands beginning to explore every inch of her body. His touch ignited a fire inside her and she couldn't resist grinding her hips against him in response.</h4>"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.<h4>Her breath hitched in her throat as she ground her hips against his, desperate for more contact. She could feel the heat of his body through his clothes, and it only made her want him more.</h4>"You like that?" Seb whispered, his voice low, confirming.<h4>She nodded, as words stuttered in the frame of her mind.</h4>"If you say so."<h4> He tightened his grip on her ass as she pleaded for more, her hands gripping his shoulders and trying to pull him closer. This was so unlike her. Her body buzzing with an irresistible energy. In her other relationships, she had never... "Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath catching in her throat. [[Had she really said that?]]</h4>

<img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 2.jpeg"><h4>Reagan's body trembled as she stood against the tree, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She tried to focus on their kiss, but his touch was relentless and soon she found herself incapable of defying the growing urgency within her. With his fingers inside her, filling her completely and sending waves of pleasure through her body, he whispered</h4>"Say it."<h4>But Reagan refused, determined to maintain some semblance of control. She panted, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape her lips. But his fingers were relentless, matching the rhythm of her hips and pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Not gonna happen," she managed to say between breaths. In truth, she was tempting him now more than anything else. Urging him on, driving him crazy until he gave her what she wanted.</h4>[[I'm not going to ask again]]

His intense gaze locked onto hers as he whispered, "I'm not going to ask again." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 3.jpeg"><h4>She could feel his hot breath on her neck, the distinct smell of earth after rain mingled with the robust scent of green surrounding them. Her body responded to his touch, but she fought back, determined to make him work for it at the very least. "You want me to say it?" she teased, Her voice became strained with rising want that made her words stick together. "You'll have to-Ah!-make me say it." With a low growl, Seb hiked her dress up, exposing her lower half, as his fingers moved faster, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Pulling her panties to the side, he spoke to her in a voice laden with desire.</h4>"You asked for it," he said, his free hand grasping her ass roughly, "Now cum."<h4>His fingers curled inside her, hitting a spot that made her cry out. Her body shook with each flicker of movement, he reeled her towards an intensity, the orgasm crashing down like a tidal wave. [[Oh god!]]</h4>

<h4>Lost in ecstasy, Reagan pressed into him, digging her nails into the soft fabric of his shirt. Seb's hands held her hips firmly, guiding her movements as he watched her with intense desire. Sweat glistened on their bodies in the dimly lit night, and the sound of their rapid breathing filled the air.</h4>"You still haven't said it," he growled in frustration<h4>Startled, Reagan's eyes snapped open to meet his gaze, a mix of awe and fear reflected in them. "I...you're..." Her words were cut off by a sharp gasp as Seb pressed himself against her, his hard cock rubbing against her stomach. </h4>"Say it."<h4>A delicious fog of sensation cloaked Reagan's senses, and she couldn't resist his commanding tone. She bit her lip, trying to hold back but unable to deny the overwhelming need pulsing through her. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 4.jpeg"> Seb's hands tightened on her waist and she felt herself giving in, ready to succumb to his every command. In that moment, all she wanted was to please him and satisfy their shared desire.</h4> [[But remember, this is what you asked for.]]

<h4>Before sense had a chance to spark in her brain, he yanked her away from the tree and pressed her back against it. His hands slid under her, gripping her ass tightly as he lifted her up against the rough bark. "What-?" she gasped in confusion, but his impatient kiss cut short her protests Reagan's melted into him like wax under flame, her legs wrapping eagerly around his waist as his hard length pressed against her dripping core.</h4>"Is this what you want?" he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.<h4>"Yes, daddy!" she moaned, her entire being craving him.</h4>"Then say it." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 5.jpeg"><h4>He teased her mercilessly, rubbing his throbbing cock against her slick entrance, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. "Fuck you," she growled with a fierce determination, grinding her hips against his in desperate need. Her mind was consumed with raw desire for him, willing to take him right here and now in their forbidden rendezvous. Seb smiled, his eyes locked on hers.</h4>"You've said that a few times now. That is sort of the idea, but I'm a patient guy."<h4>Reagan felt his cock twitching with need, mirroring her own desperation, yet still he held back. [[I can't...]]</h4>

<h4>"I...I can't..." His hands were tangled in her hair, pulling it slightly and making her body tingle with desire. She stuttered out a plea, her hips grinding against his, needing him more than anything. "I..."</h4>"Say it," Seb ordered, his cock teasing her entrance as her legs trembled.<h4>"Please," she begged, her hips rocking against him, desperate for more.</h4>"Please what?"<h4>Reagan took a deep breath, her eyes locked on his. "Please fuck me," she pleaded. His grin widened as he leaned in closer, his cock brushing against her thigh. He spoke softly now, but still with authority.</h4>"Who do you belong to?"<h4>he asked, his lips barely grazing hers. Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled to find her voice. "I...I belong to you, daddy," she finally managed to say, louder this time. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 6.jpeg"> Seb's smile turned into a devilish grin as he leaned forward and captured her lips in a sinful kiss. Reagan melted against him, completely under his control and loving every second of it.</h4> [[You're goddamn right you do]]

<h4>With a low growl, he pushed himself hard against her, his body pressing into hers as he filled her completely. Reagan's moans mingled with his grunts as she clung onto him, her walls tightening around him in pleasure. His cock felt like it felt as though he was a seismic wave reverberating through her, she craved him endlessly, as if he was both fuel and fire.</h4>"God, you're tight," he grunted, his cock buried to the hilt. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 7.jpeg"><h4>Her body writhed beneath him as he began to move, ignited her senses, leaving trails of pleasure that danced along her skin. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. There was no denying it now, she was his. He had made her this way. Gone was the defiant girl, the games, the grasps for power, the manipulations, and the cold, calculating exterior. It was all gone. All that was left was her, her body, and the immense pleasure she was feeling. The feeling was like nothing else she had ever experienced, and it was all because of him. "Oh my god," she gasped, her head thrown back against the tree they were pressed up against. He quickened his pace, and she could feel his cock plunging deeper inside her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Yes daddy!" she cried out, her legs locking around him as he continued to drive them both towards their climax. [["Don't stop. Don't fucking stop."]]</h4>

<h4>He fit his fingers along the curve of her hips, guiding her movements as she rocked against him. She could feel each thrust deep inside her, hitting a spot that sent waves of pleasure through her body <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 8.jpeg"> As they moved together, Reagan's back arched and she let out a moan. Seb's breath was hot against her skin as he whispered huskily in her ear.</h4>"You like that, huh?" he asked, his voice husky.<h4>Reagan nodded frantically, unable to form words as the pleasure continued to build. She couldn't believe how good it felt, the sensation unlike any she had known before; it was new territory even for her experienced senses.</h4>"Good. This is what you wanted right? Being mine?"<h4>"Yours," and Reagan could only whimper in agreement as she felt her orgasm approaching. Her body trembled with pleasure as she cried out, "Daddy!" [["I'm going to cum! Oh fuck!"]]</h4>

<h4>As Seb's pace quickened, Reagan's moans grew louder. Her body was a blur of motion as his cock drove deep inside her, over and over, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel her walls clenching around him, milking his cock relentlessly.</h4>"Come on," Seb urged, his voice thick with desire. "Cum for me. I want to feel you cum on my cock." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 9.jpeg"><h4>"Yes," she groaned, her eyes clenched shut. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes daddy! YES!" Reagan's back arched, her nails digging into his shoulders as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. Every nerve in her body tingled with ecstasy, and she couldn't help but cry out, her cries echoing through the trees. "FUCK!" But Seb wasn't done yet. He kept moving, drawing out her orgasm until it overwhelmed her and she lost all sense of what was happening. As she came down from her high, Seb grinned and continued thrusting, filling her with his cock and driving her towards another climax.</h4>"One more," he grunted, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts. His grip on her ass tightened, urging her on.<h4>"I...can't," Reagan whimpered, her legs tightening around his waist.</h4>"You can," Seb urged, his cock hitting just the right spot inside her. "And you will."<h4>Reagan gasped as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She couldn't hold back any longer, her body writhing against his as she bucked her hips in response to his movements. Seb's hands guided her and his lips trailed along her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that only added to the intense sensations coursing through Reagan's body. It was too much for her to handle; she could feel herself building towards another powerful orgasm. "Oh fuck," she groaned, unable to contain herself any longer. With one final push from Seb's cock and a few more strokes of pure bliss, <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 10.jpeg"> [[OH FUCK!]]</h4>

<h4>As her body convulsed in pleasure, Reagan's screams echoed through the trees of the forest. Seb didn't slow down, his thrusts becoming more vigorous and driving her to another orgasm. After her body relaxed and her walls loosened their grip on him, she gasped for breath with her eyes still closed. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Sex 11.jpeg"> With an unexpected quickness, Seb repositioned her, causing her to gasp as new sensations rippled through her. With trembling body and heightened senses, Reagan watched as Seb stepped forward, his cock inches from her face.</h4> "You didn't think we were done, did you?" he softly issued the words, somewhere between a promise and a challenge. "Now I'm going to do what every guy in our school has dreamed about at least 10 times."<h4>His hands roamed over her body, first grabbing her breasts and then moving up to her neck. Finally, they settled on the top of her head, guiding her towards his throbbing cock. A sudden rush of vulnerability washed over Reagan as Seb took command once again.</h4> [[Hold your tits, Vandalham]]

<h4>Reagan looked at him, her heart pounding in rhythmic echoes. Her face was flushed and her breath came in shallow gasps as she knelt before him. "What?" she managed to say, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her chest.</h4>"Do it," he ordered, his eyes flashing. "And I'm going to fuck your mouth."<h4>It felt as if someone had danced an icy finger down the length of her back, her core clenching in anticipation. She couldn't believe she was about to let a guy from school do this to her. Her hands moved instinctively to her chest, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Her eyes never left Seb's as he grinned and tightened his grip on her head.</h4>"Open up." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park BJ.jpeg"><h4>Reagan's lips parted obediently, her tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum dripping from his tip.</h4>That's a good girl," Seb moaned, his cock twitching as another drop of fluid hit her tongue. <h4>A drop of his essence landed on Reagan's tongue and she moaned, sending shivers down her spine. Her body ached for him, yearning to take him deeper. Seb took a step forward, his cock slipping between Reagan's lips. She wrapped her lips around him, feeling him swell inside her mouth.</h4>"Suck it," he ordered, his hands holding her head steady.<h4>Reagan didn't hesitate, her mouth closing around his shaft, her tongue swirling around his tip.</h4>"Fuck," Seb grunted as she took him deeper, pushing past the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as he filled her mouth completely. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park BJ 2.jpeg"><h4>He "Take it all," he growled, his hands gripping her head, his cock pushing deeper, forcing her to swallow. <h4>Reagan whimpered, her fingers gripping the fabric of his dress pants as she leaned forward on her knees. Her eyes were locked on his, full of insatiable yearning as she took his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around him, while her hands held onto his thighs for support. Seb's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as he grunted and thrust his hips forward. Reagan gagged and choked, but kept going, determined to please him. As he quickened his pace, she felt her throat bulge with each deep thrust.</h4> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park BJ 1.jpeg"> "That's a good little slut," he groaned. <h4>Her cheeks were hollowed out from the suction as she sucked harder and faster, her fingers digging into the fabric of his pants. Seb groaned and praised her as he reached climax, pumping into the back of her throat until suddenly, he pulled out with a loud pop. Reagan could only moan, her tongue stroking his shaft until he suddenly pulled away, his cock popping out of her mouth, her head snapping back.</h4> [["Hold those tits together, I'm going to finish this."]]

<h4>Reagan's gaze shot upwards, colliding with the intensity of his stare, her hands frantically moving to cup and press her breasts together as she knelt before him. Her lips were swollen and her throat was sore from earlier activities.</h4><img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Titfuck 1.jpeg"> "That's it," he groaned, his cock glistening, his grip on her hair tightening. "Every fucking guy at school has dreamed of these tits."<h4>Reagan whimpered in response, her hands trembling as she stared back at him with wide, pleading eyes.</h4>"You want that? You want to show everyone what a fucking slut you are?"<h4>She could only nod, her eyes never leaving his, his arousal pulsated a mere breath away from her face.</h4>"Say it," he growled, his hand reaching down to grip his shaft, stroking himself. "Tell me how much you want it."<h4>"Please," she moaned, her body trembling. "I want it. I need it."</h4>"Louder," he ordered, his hand quickening.<h4>"Please!" she begged, her voice cracking. "I need your cum! I need it on my tits!"</h4>'There we go'," He drove himself through the welcoming valley of flesh, his tip peeking out between her breasts with every stroke.<h4>Fuck yes!" She cried out, her head thrown back as she squeezed her breasts around his hard cock, milking it for every drop of pleasure she could get. Seb grunted in response, his breath heavy and ragged as he neared climax. </h4><img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Titfuck 3.jpeg"> "Good girl," he warned, his pace becoming more frenzied. "I'm gonna cum!"<h4>Reagan's head darted down, her lips parting and tongue darting out to capture the head of his throbbing cock as it emerged from between her breasts. Seb cried out in ecstasy, his body bucking uncontrollably as his fulfillment spilled over her tits, throat, and chin.</h4> [[Jesus fucking Christ!]]

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered, his head thrown back, his cock twitching, his legs shaking. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Titfuck After.jpeg"> <h4>Reagan's lips glistened with a combination of saliva and cum as she looked up at Seb. She could barely keep herself still, each breath taken in heavy expectation. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, savoring the taste of him. His hand caressed her cheek, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched. She smiled up at him, her tongue darting out to clean his thumb. "Mmm," she moaned, her body quivering, her heart racing. Seb smirked, his hands stroking her hair.</h4>"You're mine, you know that right?"<h4>Reagan blinked, her eyes widening, her head clearing up a bit as she caught her breath. "Wha-"</h4>"I'm not asking, Vandalham. You're mine."<h4>Reagan's eyes widened as she nodded, feeling a shiver run down her spine.</h4>"Good girl."<h4>Something about the way he said it, the way he was, sent a thrill through her body.</h4> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Park Titfuck After 2.jpeg"> "You're going to do everything I tell you," His hand trailed down her neck and danced along her collarbone before resting on her shoulder.<h4>"Anything," Reagan murmured, her breath catching, her body shivering.</h4>"Everything," Seb whispered, his hand caressing her shoulder, an undefinable gleam sparked vibrant within his eyes. "Starting with getting dressed so we can go home."<h4>Reagan quickly got herself dressed, feeling the wetness between her legs increase at the thought of obeying him. As they walked back to the car, Seb extended his arm and Reagan took it willingly. She liked when he called her a good girl, and despite herself, she could feel herself becoming aroused again. [[Back home]]</h4> ***

"Did you buy this lingerie especially for me?" Seb asked her. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Bedroom Burgundy Lingerie.jpeg"> <h4>They had made their way back to his house, which was closer, and were now in Seb's bedroom. She noted the posters on the wall, his collection of books, the fact that his room was very much his. It was mostly clean with a an unorganized mess on his desk, someone who worked hard but managed to keep things neat and tidy. She could see the bed, covered in a dark blue comforter, his sheets a pearly white. "I might have," Reagan murmured.</h4>"You look incredible," Seb told her, his eyes roving over her. "Come here." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Bedroom Burgundy Lingerie 2.jpeg"><h4>She obeyed, moving closer to him. He leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft and full. Unlike before, these kisses were not animalistic or aggressive, his hand on the small of her back was firm but not forceful, his movements were smooth and measured. He took his time exploring her body, his hands and lips tracing a path across her shoulders and neck. "Seb," Reagan whispered, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath quickening, her knees buckling.</h4>"Shh," Seb murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let me take care of you." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Bedroom Eat.jpeg"><h4>Reagan whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, a sheen of sweat becoming her second skin. Seb's hands moved down to her hips, his thumbs hooking under the elastic of her thong. He slowly slid them down her legs, letting them fall to the floor. Reagan gasped, her eyes flying open, her hands reaching out for him. Seb wrapped his arms around her, his hands cupping her ass, lifting her off the ground. He carried her over to the bed, gently laying her down, his body hovering over hers before he slipped downward, his tongue extending to trace the outline of her nipples through the fabric of her dress freeing her ample bosom. His mouth closed over one of her nipples, sucking and licking the stiffened nub, while his other hand squeezed and massaged the other. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Bedroom Eat 2.jpeg"> "Seb," Reagan panted, her body writhing beneath him, her pussy throbbing, her juices leaking onto the bed. Seb's lips trailed a path down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, his hands sliding under her dress, his fingertips caressing her inner thighs. </h4> [[You're so fucking beautiful]]

Seb's hot breath tickled her skin as he whispered, "You're so fucking beautiful." <h4> His fingers danced over her slick folds, teasing and exploring. Reagan moaned and reached for him, her hands grasping his wrists. She spread her legs wide, inviting him in.</h4><img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Bedroom Eat 3.jpeg"> "Patience," he scolded, his mouth moving lower as he trailed kisses down her body. His lips ghosting across the top of her mound, his nose burying itself in her curls, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell good."<h4>Reagan groaned, her hands tangling in his hair, her hips thrusting up, her pussy pressing against his face. Seb let out a growl, his tongue darting out to lap at her, tasting her for the first time. Reagan cried out, pleasure shooting through her body as he devoured her. Her hands tightened in his hair, urging him on. Seb's fingers slipped inside her as his mouth continued its assault. Reagan's back arched and she couldn't hold back anymore. "Please," she begged, "I can't take it anymore."</h4> [["Please, what?"]]

<h4>Reagan studied every flicker of emotion crossing Seb’s face as she pleaded, "Please, fuck me." Her body was pulsating with need and desire as Seb's fingers thrust deep inside her, hitting all the right spots. She spread her legs wide and gripped the sheets tightly, her breath hitching with every movement of his hand. But just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, Seb pulled back with a devilish grin.</h4>With a glint in his eye, he countered, "Anticipation, Reagan."<h4>A sigh of protest slipped from her as Seb caressed her anticipation with the slow languor of his tongue. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine and causing her body to spasm uncontrollably. He continued to work his magic, fingering and licking her until she screamed in pleasure. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Bedroom Eat 4.jpeg"> "Fuck!"</h4>"That's a good girl," Seb whispered, his fingers moving faster, his thumb circling her clit, his lips sucking on her.<h4>As she lay there, panting and trying to catch her breath, Seb whispered praises and commands in her ear. And as he pushed her towards another climax, Reagan couldn't help but give in completely to him. "Seb!" she cried out as she came undone, her entire body shaking with ecstasy. [[Later that evening]]</h4>

<h4><img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Bedroom Eat 6.jpeg"> Later that evening, as Reagan lay in bed, her head resting on Seb's chest, his breathing causing his chest to rise and fall ever slightly as he slept, Reagan had a moment to herself. She had sucked him until her jaw hurt, in fact it still hurt, and he had fucked her to another two orgasms and one more for him after that. And she was glad. She was satisfied. She didn't feel empty or hollow or used or whatever she expected to feel. No, she felt complete. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Bedroom Eat 5.jpeg"> Her mind flashed back to earlier when they had gone out, how she had treated him, the way she had acted. A slight pressure in her chest had begun to emerge, one that she recognized well. Shame, regret, the two were basically the same thing for her. She had experienced it often growing up, the daughter of her strict mother. The expectations placed on her by her family and the rest of society had been enormous and suffocating, but she had borne them and even exceeded them. Not that mother ever really cared. And Kennedy was always one step ahead of her somehow, always dating a better guy, getting better grades. Kennedy was...well perfect and Reagan couldn't help but compare herself to her. And she always fell short. Her mom never really said it, but she didn't have to, the looks and sighs were enough. Kennedy was just a constant reminder of what Reagan couldn't be, and what she was expected to be. She could remember a conversation she had with her mother about her future, the day of her middle school graduation. "Reagan, I know you don't want to talk about this, but we need to," her mother had said as they sat across from each other at the dining room table. "I'm not going to college," Reagan had told her, her eyes defiant. "That's ridiculous," her mother replied, her tone incredulous. "I'm serious, mom," Reagan had said, her hands shaking. "I'm not going. I hate school, I always have. I've never been happy there." "Reagan, you're being dramatic. Of course you're going to college," her mother had insisted, her voice rising slightly. "No, I'm not. I don't want to," Reagan had shot back, her own voice growing louder. "We'll talk about this later," her mother had said, her tone final, her eyes cold. And they had, several times over the years, but Reagan had never managed to hold her ground, and eventually, she had just given up. [[She lay there with Seb]]</h4>

<h4>She lay there with Seb, realizing that the Zapple World was the first time something had been in her control. Something she could do better then Kennedy, somewhere her mother couldn't touch her. A realization struck her, it was better even. She recalled what Seb had said, how he had broken down her emotional barriers and healed a tree within her own Zappleverse. She could feel the effects. She was much, much more open to him now, the wild sex was enough evidence of that. She could do the same thing to her mother? Couldn't she? Go inside her head via the Zappleverse and break down her walls and really get her to pay for the hell she put her through all those years? The idea was tempting. To finally be able to put her mother in her place, to make her realize the damage she had done to her. To finally have the power over her that she had craved for so long. So tempting, so arresting, in fact that Reagan slowly got up off the bed, found her clothes, and pulled out her phone.<h3> Would you like to download the Zapple Match update? </h3> <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Teleport 2.jpeg"> [[She hit yes]]</h4>

Seb didn't really get a chance to run into Reagan after that. At least not for the next couple of days. The first edition of the newspaper was Seb's major focus right now, so much so that he didn't really have time to think about the cheerleader or their adventure's, both sexual and Zapple related. He spent most of his time in the school's newspaper room, working with the staff on the paper, going over edits, and making sure everything was just right for production to send off to the printer. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Newsroom.jpeg"> The school's paper was actually pretty big. It was a monthly paper and was filled with news, features, and commentary from various departments, including sports, academics, and entertainment and of course, there were articles written by students. Seb's investigation into Lena's disappearance was right on the front page. It had taken a lot of work, and Seb was proud of it. The faculty supervisor, Mr. O'Hara, was also proud, and he gave him a hearty pat on the back and a "good job, kid" after the paper went out. It felt good to Seb. It felt like he was making a difference in the real world even while the investigation with Lena was on hold. [[Seb checks his phone]] <<set $hp = 200>> <<set $ep = 40>>

Seb had been so engrossed in the whirlwind of newspaper production that he hadn't checked his phone for Zapple notifications in days. As he finally took a moment to catch his breath and relax, he absentmindedly reached for his phone. His thumb swiped across the screen, unlocking it, and that's when he saw it. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Seb Matches.jpeg"> A new feature had appeared in Zapple, and the notification was blinking urgently. It was called "Match Tracker." Curiosity piqued, Seb tapped on the notification and was greeted with a screen that displayed a list of his recent Zapple matches. Names and profiles he recognized from his recent adventures in the Zappleverse filled the list.<h3> Match Tracker: @AlliPrice @ReaVandal @XXXStarryQueenDreamzXXX Requests</h3>This was new. Looks like Zapple had released a new update in the past few days? [[Patch Notes]]

<img src= "images/CH (4)/Zapple Logo.png"> <h3>Zapple App Update - Version 2.0.5 Patch Notes We're excited to introduce the latest update to the Zapple app, Version 2.0.5, packed with new features to enhance your Zappleverse experience. Here's what's new: <ul> <li><strong>Bug Fixes and Performance Improvements:</strong> <ul> <li><strong>Bug Fixes (BFP):</strong> <ul> <li>We've squashed pesky bugs to ensure a smoother Zapple journey. Say goodbye to glitches and enjoy a more reliable app.</li> </ul> </li> <li><strong>Performance Enhancements (PERF):</strong> <ul> <li>Experience faster load times and smoother interactions. Our performance enhancements will make your Zapple adventures more enjoyable.</li> </ul> </li> <li><strong>Stability Improvements (STAB):</strong> <ul> <li>We've fortified the app's stability to prevent crashes and ensure uninterrupted exploration.</li> </ul> </li> <li><strong>Memory Efficiency (MEM):</strong> <ul> <li>Say hello to improved memory efficiency. The app now consumes fewer resources, preserving your device's battery and performance.</li> </ul> </li> <li><strong>Enhanced User Interface (UI):</strong> <ul> <li>Enjoy a refreshed user interface with updated icons, colors, and smoother transitions for a more pleasing visual experience.</li> </ul> </li> <li><strong>Improved Navigation (NAV):</strong> <ul> <li>Navigation has been enhanced for a more intuitive and user-friendly journey through the app.</li> </ul> </li> </ul> </li> <li><strong>Match Tracker Feature:</strong> <ul> <li>We've listened to your feedback and have now added the Match Tracker feature. Now you can keep tabs on, manage, and control your matches within the app.</li> <li>Easily view a list of your recent Zapple matches, complete with their usernames and profiles, all in one place.</li> <li>The Match Tracker screen provides you with quick access to initiate chats, send requests, or explore new adventures with your matches.</li> <li>Stay connected with your favorite Zapple companions, whether you're planning your next adventure or just looking to chat.</li> </ul> </li> <li><strong>Requests Tab:</strong> <ul> <li>In addition to the Match Tracker, we've introduced the Requests tab. Here, you can manage incoming match requests, accept new adventure invitations, or decline if you're not feeling the vibe.</li> <li>Stay organized and never miss an opportunity to connect with someone new in the Zappleverse.</li> </ul> </li> <li><strong>Conclusion:</strong> <ul> <li>We hope you enjoy these new features and improvements in Version 2.0.5. Your feedback is invaluable, and we're committed to making Zapple the best experience for you. Keep exploring, connecting, and discovering with Zapple!</li> </ul> </li> </ul> [[Stay tuned for more updates and happy Zapping!]]</h3>

Seb read over the patch notes, but it wasn't much help. The update didn't seem to acknowledge the strange features he now had access to. He had done some digging, casually, with other students at school and determined that nobody else now had the Match feature except for Allison, which made sense as she had gone into the Zappleverse with him. He pulled up Allison's match profile, his fingers hovering over the options before him.<h3>[[Location]] [[Outfit Manager|Allison CH 4 Outfit Manager]] [[Travel]]</h3>

Unable to resist, Seb checked out Allison's Outfit Manager options. With the "Outfit Manager" feature. It allowed him to curate and modify the outfits of his matches. With a few taps, he could change their clothing, accessories, and even hairstyles. As he tapped on it, a menu of outfit customization options appeared on his screen:<h3>Casual Chic: Update Allison's look with a stylish and comfortable outfit suitable for a day of adventures. Formal Elegance: Dress Allison in an elegant gown fit for a royal ball, complete with accessories. Athletic Gear: Outfit Allison in sporty attire, ready for physical challenges and feats. St. Angelus Attire: Equip Allison with a unique Zappleverse superhero costume, ready for action. Runetellus Robes: Choose a fantasy adventurer's outfit, complete with a magic orb. Denizen Evil Outfit: Give Allison a steampunk-inspired outfit, perfect for exploring the fantastical worlds of the Zappleverse. Seb contemplated the options. He could guess that Runetellus was the name of Allison's world and with process of elimination, St. Angelus must be the name of Lena's world. He looked the options over one more time then made his choice. [[Select Casual Chic|Allison CH 4 Outfit Manager]] (Current outfit) [[Select Lingerie]] [[Select Naked]] [[Select Formal Elegance]] [[Select Athletic Gear]] [[Select St. Angelus Attire|This Option is not available]] [[Select Runetellus Robes|This Option is not available]] [[Select Denizen Evil Outfit|This Option is not available]]</h3>

<img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Outfit Manager Intro (1).jpeg"> A simple tap on a match's profile revealed a real-time map, pinpointing their whereabouts. Allison was currently home in her bedroom and he even had an in-camera feed of what was happening, from the perspective of her phone, currently staring up at the ceiling with her just to the left of the camera's view. She appeared to be working on some homework of some sort, her eyes focused on something offscreen. Seb's fingers hovered over the options as he absent mindedly watched Allison at her desk. [[Go back|Stay tuned for more updates and happy Zapping!]]

With the "Travel" option if one of his matches happened to be in the Zappleverse at the same time, Seb could initiate a journey to their location, though with mixed range. If the match wasn't in a dangerous situation, it seemed like he could teleport straight to them, but if they were in danger, he would be transported to the safest location near by that the app could find. [[Interesting|Stay tuned for more updates and happy Zapping!]]

After messing around for several minutes, Allison had changed her outfit at least 6 times sometimes right after another, never seeming to mind or notice, seemingly rationalizing her decision as she did so. Seb's head was spinning, but the allure of this newfound power was suppressing any reason or ethics he could muster at the moment. Noticing a feature he had initially missed, he tapped on the message icon and typed a brief text: "Hi Allison, just wanted to check in and see how you're doing." After a few moments, a reply appeared: "Hi Seb, I'm doing well, thanks for asking. How are you?" Seb typed back a quick response, keeping his tone casual and avoiding any mention of her outfit. "I'm good, just hanging out at home. Would you be up for a video chat?" <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Video Call.jpeg"> To his surprise, Allison almost immediately agreed. A video call window popped up on his screen, and there she was, Allison, in all her lingerie-clad splendor. Seb couldn't help but stare, his heart pounding in his chest. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Hi Seb-erm, Master" she greeted him warmly. "It's nice to see you again." [[It's nice to see you too]]

He selected the Casual Chic option and waited. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Outfit Manager Intro (1).jpeg"> Allison stiffened again, getting up from her chair to disappear offscreen. She came back a few seconds later, wearing her normal clothes, an asymmetrical off shoulder sweater and jeans. Seb smiled. Casual chic was definitely Allison's look. [[Another option?|Holy shit...]]

Seb was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected options that had appeared in the Outfit Manager. "Lingerie?" he mumbled to himself, unsure if that was a suitable choice for the Zappleverse. After a moment of hesitation, curiosity got the better of him, and he tapped on the "Lingerie" option.<h3> Great choice! Check out the Location tab!</h3>Seb quickly navigated over to the location feature to see Allison was currently home in her bedroom and he even had an in-camera feed of what was happening, from the perspective of her phone, currently staring up at the ceiling with her just to the left of the camera's view. She appeared to be working on some homework of some sort, her eyes focused on something offscreen. Nothing seemed to happen and Seb wondered if he had made an awkward choice. However, just when he was about to cancel the selection, Allison seemed to stiffen slightly, rose from her chair and disappeared offscreen. "I guess I just feel like being a princess today," Seb heard Allison's muffled voice say. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Outfit Manager Intro (5).jpeg"> Seb waited in anticipation, and then his breath caught as she appeared back in frame. Allison was now in a formal dress, a beautiful light blue, dress piece that accentuated her curves and hugged her slender figure. The hemline was just long enough to reach her thighs which were prominently on display. Allison had paired the outfit with a simple necklace and all-in-all, the whole outfit was classy and elegant, and it looked amazing on her. Seb breathed, taking a moment to appreciate the sight. [[Holy shit...]]

Seb was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected options that had appeared in the Outfit Manager. "Athletic Gear?" he mumbled to himself, unsure if that was a suitable choice for the Zappleverse. After a moment of hesitation, curiosity got the better of him, and he tapped on the "Athletic Gear" option.<h3> Great choice! Check out the Location tab!</h3>Seb quickly navigated over to the location feature to see Allison was currently home in her bedroom and he even had an in-camera feed of what was happening, from the perspective of her phone, currently staring up at the ceiling with her just to the left of the camera's view. She appeared to be working on some homework of some sort, her eyes focused on something offscreen. Nothing seemed to happen and Seb wondered if he had made an awkward choice. However, just when he was about to cancel the selection, Allison seemed to stiffen slightly, rose from her chair and disappeared offscreen. "Maybe putting this on will help me focus," Seb heard Allison's muffled voice say. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Outfit Manager Intro (2).jpeg"> Seb waited in anticipation, and then his breath caught as she appeared back in frame. Allison was now clad in her tennis team outfit, the same one she had worn the first day they had met. He could still clearly recall her standing there in front of him, her toned legs, her shapely ass, the swell of her breasts. She had turned to him and smiled, and his eyes had lingered on the curve of her neck, the swell of her hips, the way her shirt had clung to her breasts, outlining them, accentuating their shape. He had thought of her often since that day. He had even jerked off to her more than once. He had always had a thing for girl's in uniform. [[Holy shit...]]

Seb was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected options that had appeared in the Outfit Manager. "Lingerie?" he mumbled to himself, unsure if that was a suitable choice for the Zappleverse. After a moment of hesitation, curiosity got the better of him, and he tapped on the "Lingerie" option.<h3> Great choice! Check out the Location tab!</h3>Seb quickly navigated over to the location feature to see Allison was currently home in her bedroom and he even had an in-camera feed of what was happening, from the perspective of her phone, currently staring up at the ceiling with her just to the left of the camera's view. She appeared to be working on some homework of some sort, her eyes focused on something offscreen. Nothing seemed to happen and Seb wondered if he had made an awkward choice. However, just when he was about to cancel the selection, Allison seemed to stiffen slightly, rose from her chair and disappeared offscreen. "I guess I have been meaning to try this on," Seb heard Allison's muffled voice say. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Outfit Manager Intro (3).jpeg"> Seb waited in anticipation, and then his breath caught as she appeared back in frame. Allison was now clad in lace baby blue lingerie set that consisted of a pair of lace panties and matching bra. The lingerie hugged her athletic, curvaceous frame, her breasts spilling out of the cups, her nipples somewhat visible through the thin fabric. [[Holy shit...]]

Seb was momentarily taken aback by the unexpected options that had appeared in the Outfit Manager. "Naked?" he mumbled to himself, unsure if that was a suitable choice for the Zappleverse. After a moment of hesitation, curiosity got the better of him, and he tapped on the "Naked" option.<h3> Great choice! Check out the Location tab!</h3>Seb quickly navigated over to the location feature to see Allison was currently home in her bedroom and he even had an in-camera feed of what was happening, from the perspective of her phone, currently staring up at the ceiling with her just to the left of the camera's view. She appeared to be working on some homework of some sort, her eyes focused on something offscreen. Nothing seemed to happen and Seb wondered if he had made an awkward choice. However, just when he was about to cancel the selection, Allison seemed to stiffen slightly, rose from her chair and disappeared offscreen. "Guess I just feel like being a little more free," Seb heard Allison's muffled voice say. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Outfit Manager Intro (4).jpeg"> Seb waited in anticipation, and then his breath caught as she appeared back in frame. Allison was now completely naked her nipples on display. Seb took in her body, her curves, her skin, her breasts. She was beautiful. She looked almost angelic sitting there, the light hitting her perfectly, making her look like she was glowing. [[Holy shit...]]

It worked! Seb was floored as he stared at his phone, watching Allison in her state of dress. The implications of this were incredible and basically confirmed that the Zapple app had mind controlling properties. His second was head straining and winning for control of his actions at the moment, Seb pressed on.<h3>[[Select Casual Chic]] [[Select Lingerie]] [[Select Naked]] [[Select Formal Elegance]] [[Select Athletic Gear]] [[Select St. Angelus Attire|This Option is not available]] [[Select Runetellus Robes|This Option is not available]] [[Select Denizen Evil Outfit|This Option is not available]]</h3> [[Check out more of the app|Travel]] [[Text Allison]]

The app responded promptly, with a message appearing on the screen:<h3>Unfortunately, that option is currently unavailable outside of the Zappleverse. While we're working on expanding the Outfit Manager's capabilities, we appreciate your understanding. Please choose from the other available options.</h3>Slightly disappointed, Seb moved on to the next option. But as he tapped on the option, another message popped up:<h3>Unfortunately, that option is also currently unavailable outside of the Zappleverse. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Please select from the remaining options.</h3> Looks like he would have to select outfit options from Allison's actual real world wardrobe... [[Another option?|Holy shit...]]

"It's nice to see you too," Seb replied, his voice slightly shaky. He couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Allison before him. Her lingerie accentuated her curves, and her beauty was captivating. But more than that, he was intrigued by the fact that she seemed completely unaware of the changes he had made to her appearance. "I uh...have you noticed anything strange lately?" Allison blinked, a slight look of confusion crossing her face. "No, not really. Why?" Seb swallowed, not sure how to proceed. "I uh...is that a new outfit? It looks great on you." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Video Call 2.jpeg"> Allison glanced down, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh! I guess it is," she said, sounding surprised. She looked back up at him, her smile returning. "Thank you, Master. I'm glad you like it." "I do," he replied, unable to take his eyes off her. She was simply gorgeous. "Well, it seems you're having a bit of a fashion crisis, huh?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood. "What do you mean?" She asked, puzzled. "Uh...so you know the Zapple match feature right? It lets me see you and uh your outfit. I've uh...I've been spying on you sort of. As an experiment of course. I'm trying to figure out the app but uh-" "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to offend you," Allison apologized, looking genuinely remorseful. "You can look at me, it's ok." [[Really?]]

"So you haven't noticed anything strange for the past 20 minutes?" "I've just been doing homework Master, I don't think so. Though I haven't been very productive." "Well, I was watching you...you changed outfits a bunch. That took up a lot of time." Allison laughed, her expression amused. "I've just been kind of stuck in my routine lately, so I figured I'd mix things up a bit." "Ok but Allison...you changed like 6 times in 20 minutes. That's not strange to you?" "I don't know," Allison said with a shrug. "I guess it was kind of impulsive. But I was enjoying myself, and it was a way to pass the time." Seb frowned. "Allison, think, is that really not strange?" <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Video Call 3.jpeg"> Allison paused for a moment before gasping, covering her mouth, "Oh my god! That is weird! What happened?!" "That's what I've been trying to tell you," Seb chuckled, relieved to have gotten through to her. "It seems like the Zapple app has mind-controlling powers. It makes you do things without even thinking." Allison blinked, taking in the information. "Wow, that's crazy. I can't believe I didn't realize it. That totally makes more sense! Thank you for telling me, Master." [["You're not upset?"]]

"Not at all," she replied, her tone genuine. "It's kind of exciting, actually. I mean, this is the sort of thing that only happens in movies or comics, right? But also...you were the one doing it right?" Allison asked, no longer meeting his gaze, blushing. Seb felt a rush of heat surge through him. Was she flirting with him? It seemed like she was. He tried to sound nonchalant. "Yeah, it was me." "I kind of liked it," she admitted softly. "I trust you, Seb, and you always have my best interests at heart. I know you wouldn't take advantage of me or anything like that." "Wow," Seb breathed, stunned by her admission. "You really feel that way?" <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Video Call 4.jpeg"> Allison nodded, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "Yes, I do." "But I literally just did. I like...had you get naked." "I know," she replied, her gaze unwavering. "But I feel safe with you Master. I know you wouldn't push the boundaries. And it was kind of fun, trying on different outfits and showing them off. Even if I didn't know I was showing off. That sort of power is...well it's fun. I can't wait to see what you come up with next, Master." Seb felt his resolve weaken. This was so wrong, and yet, he couldn't deny that the idea was incredibly enticing. He could have Allison do whatever he wanted, and she would enjoy it. [[That's what she was saying right?]]

"So, what do you want to see next Master?" she asked, her voice slightly unsteady. Seb paused, thinking. "Hmm, well, how about something a little more revealing? Just to test out the waters, as they say." Allison grinned, clearly excited by the idea. "Of course, Master. What did you have in mind?" "How about...a bikini? To uh really show off those curves of yours. If you're cool with it." "Sounds good," Allison replied, her smile growing wider. "I'll be right back." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Video Call 5.jpeg"> With that, she disappeared offscreen, returning a few moments later in a black flower print bikini. The material was stretched tightly across her body, and the tiny triangles of fabric barely concealed her breasts. She looked incredible, and Seb felt his cock stiffen. "Is this okay, Master?" Allison asked, turning slowly so he could get a good view. "I've never worn this before because it's a little revealing but I thought you might like it?" "Yeah, that's perfect," Seb replied, his voice hoarse with desire. "God, you're beautiful." "Thank you, Master," Allison murmured, her cheeks flushed unable to meet his gaze again. "Can you...can you turn around?" Seb asked, his heart pounding. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Video Call 6.jpeg"> "Of course," Allison replied, complying. She rose from her position, sitting in such a way to give him a perfect view of her ass she glanced backwards at him, fixing her hair, "Is this better, Master?" "Perfect," Seb breathed, transfixed by the sight. "I'm glad," Allison said, her voice barely above a whisper.<h3>Would you like to initiate "Match Travel Rendezvous?</h3>The app prompted him, right on Seb's phone screen, overlaying on top of the video of Allison. "Oh my god!" "What? What's wrong, Master?" Allison asked, concerned. "Uh...nothing. Just a notification," Seb said, his mind racing. The app was giving him the option to initiate a "travel rendezvous," which seemed to be some sort of magical transportation. It had to be right? He clicked yes.<h3>[[Initiating Match Travel Rendezvous]]</h3>

<img src= "images/CH (4)/White Room.jpeg"> In a flash of light, the world faded away and he was in a white room space, only seconds later, Allison appeared as well, still clad in her floral bikini. "Oh my god," Seb whispered, his mind reeling. "What's going on?" Allison asked, her voice laced with fear. "Where are we?" "I don't know," Seb admitted.<h3>Welcome to your personal domain in the Zappleverse!</h3>"It says it's your own personal domain," Allison exclaimed, glancing over his shoulder at his phone as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing up on him from behind. Seb glanced around at the blank empty space. "My personal domain huh? That...maybe I can change things here? This is crazy I have to-" <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 1.jpeg"> "Master!" Allison whined, massaging his shoulders. "Please, don't leave me here." Seb was momentarily distracted by her touch, the feel of her hands on him was amazing. He sighed. "Right! Right. Priorities. Though, I do need to find out more about this." He turned to Allison, "Are you here to serve your Master?" Seb asked, testing the waters. "Yes, Master," she purred, her eyes full of lust. "I'm yours to command." Seb swallowed hard, his cock stiffening. [[Blowjob time!]]

"Have you ever given a blowjob before?" <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 2.jpeg"> Allison blushed, "Uh no Master. In fact, our last time was my first time with anything sexual." "Well then," Seb said, trying to keep his voice steady, "I want you to show me your skills. But I can walk you through it." "Of course, Master," Allison replied, her hands sliding down his torso to the zipper of his jeans but pausing, "Can I start?" "Y-yeah. Go ahead." With shaking fingers, she unzipped his pants, her eyes widening when his thick, erect cock sprang free. "Wow," she breathed, licking her lips. "You're so big, Master." Seb blushed. "Thanks," he muttered, feeling a little embarrassed. "I mean, you already saw it thought right?" <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 3.jpeg"> Allison reached out tentatively, wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft, eliciting a soft moan from him. "Yes, but this is so much better," she murmured, stroking his cock gently. "You're so warm. And I'm not freaking out over my first time." "Mm," Seb groaned, observing her actions. "That feels good." "Glad you're enjoying it, Master," Allison purred, increasing the speed and pressure of her strokes. "Ok, not so strong at first. Or fast." Seb instructed, smiling at her to ensure she knew she was still doing a good job, "We need to work up to higher speeds. Try licking it." "Okay," Allison replied, lowering her head and running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, eliciting another moan from him. "Fuck. Ok, that's good. Really good. Great pressure, keep that a little bit. Remember the tip is extremely sensitive so don't neglect it but don't go too hard either." [[Allison tries]]

<img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 7.jpeg"> Allison knelt in front of him, strands of her hair fell loosely, framing her face as she eagerly took his thick, hard cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes and focused on the task at hand, trying to remember all the tips Seb had given her during their coaching session. She started slow, running her tongue along the length of his shaft before taking him deeper into her mouth. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to implement his teachings, but she couldn't help the shudder that ran through her when she heard his satisfied moans. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 5.jpeg"> As he guided her movements by gripping onto her hair, Allison picked up the pace as she explored him with hesitant precision. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment when he groaned louder and praised her efforts. Encouraged by his reactions, she took more of him into her mouth, making sure to avoid any teeth contact as she bobbed her head and used her tongue to tease and please him. His grip on her hair became tighter as he neared his climax, and Allison eagerly took him all the way to the back of her throat before pulling back and swirling her tongue around him one last time. "Fuck," Seb groaned, his body tensing as he released into her mouth. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 4.jpeg"> Allison gasped, her eyes widening as he guided her head. She panicked initially before she managed to relax her throat, allowing him to control the pace and depth of his thrusts. [[Good girl]]

"Good girl," he praised, his grip tightening around her head. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 7.jpeg"> Allison moaned around his cock, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him. Eventually, after a few thrusts, Allison pulled away, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. "Sorry," she panted, her voice raspy. "No, no. You're fine," Seb said, running his fingers through her hair, "That was amazing." "Really?" She looked up at him, her eyes shining with hope. "Really," he confirmed, "Think you've got more in you? I'm pretty close." Allison gasped, "Oh! I'm sorry Master! Right away!" She dove back onto his cock, taking him in fully. Seb cried out, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. "Holy shit," he breathed, his hands fisting in her hair. Allison hummed, sending vibrations throughout his entire body. He shuddered, his cock throbbing. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 8.jpeg"> "Fuck," he gasped, his hips thrusting. "I'm going to cum!" <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 9.jpeg"> "Mm," Allison moaned, the sound muffled by his shaft for a moment before her eyes widened, and she doubled her efforts, sucking his cock with renewed fervor. Seb groaned, his grip tightening. Allison continued to suck, her cheeks hollowed. He gasped, his cock twitching violently as he shot a massive load of hot, sticky cum into her waiting mouth. "Mm," Allison moaned, she coughed, spilling some of his cum on her chest as it dribbled down her chin. Seb took a few moments to recover himself before looking down at her. [["Are you alright?"]]

<img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 10.jpeg"> "Are you alright?" Seb asked, worriedly, looking down at her. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Domain 11.jpeg"> "Yeah," she gasped, her face flushed. "It's just...a lot." "Sorry," he chuckled sheepishly, "Are you ready for some pleasure of your own?" Allison looked up at him, her cheeks pink. "Please, Master," she whimpered, her thighs rubbing together. Seb lay back onto the ground finding the ground surprisingly soft on his back and head. He stroked his cock a few times, still semi-hard. "Come here, my good girl." Allison obeyed, climbing atop his stomach, "Like this Master?" "Almost," he said, reaching down and hooking his thumbs around her bikini bottom, pulling it to the side. "Much better." "Mmm, Master," Allison moaned, her pussy lips glistening with arousal. She was practically shaking with anticipation. "Alright, so you're in control here, slide yourself on but take your time." "Of course, Master," Allison replied, positioning herself over his cock. He looked up at her, drinking in the sight of her toned body, her pert breasts, and her gorgeous face, "You're beautiful, you know that?" "Th-thank you, Master," Allison blushed, biting her lip. Seb smiled. "Ready when you are." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Missionary 2.jpeg"> She nodded, taking a deep breath before slowly sinking down on his cock. "Ahh," she moaned, her walls stretching around him. Seb bit his lip, fighting the urge to thrust up into her tight, wet heat. "How does it feel?" [[Amazing]]

"Amazing," Allison breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. "You're so big. I'm so full." Seb's cock twitched at her words, his arousal building as Allison began to move slowly, her hips rocking. He groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Missionary 3.jpeg"> "Th-thank you, Master," Allison whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure as she slid up and down his shaft, her breasts bouncing as she rode him. Allison whimpered, her pussy tightening around him as she began to pick up her pace her hips rocking faster and harder. Seb gasped, his hands sliding up to grip her ass, massing her flesh and savoring the firmness of her butt. Allison whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she bounced up and down his shaft, her movements growing frantic as her walls tightened. "Oh god," Seb panted, his cock pulsing, "I'm going to start moving too." "M-master," Allison moaned, her voice shaky, barely able to speak. Seb squeezed her ass, thrusting his hips up to meet her downward motions his balls slapping against her ass. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him. her juices coating his cock, her legs quivering. Seb's timing was now in sync with her motions completely, her breasts jiggling, her body quivering with pleasure, her face flushed. Seb groaned, his cock pulsing. "F-fuck, Allison," he gasped, his grip tightening on her ass using it for leverage as he fucked her harder. "Master!" Allison cried, her walls fluttering around him. "I-I'm gonna cum!" Seb grunted, his balls slapping against her ass, her pussy quivering. "Amazing," Allison breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. "You're so big. I'm so full." Seb's cock twitched at her words, his arousal building as Allison began to move slowly, her hips rocking. He groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. "Th-thank you, Master," Allison whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure as she slid up and down his shaft, her breasts bouncing as she rode him. Allison whimpered, her pussy tightening around him as she began to pick up her pace her hips rocking faster and harder. Seb gasped, his hands sliding up to grip her ass, massing her flesh and savoring the firmness of her butt. Allison whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she bounced up and down his shaft, her movements growing frantic as her walls tightened. "Oh god," Seb panted, his cock pulsing, "I'm going to start moving too." "M-master," Allison moaned, her voice shaky, barely able to speak. Seb squeezed her ass, thrusting his hips up to meet her downward motions his balls slapping against her ass. She cried out, her pussy clenching around him. her juices coating his cock, her legs quivering. Seb's timing was now in sync with her motions completely, her breasts jiggling, her body quivering with pleasure, her face flushed. Seb groaned, his cock pulsing. "F-fuck, Allison," he gasped, his grip tightening on her ass using it for leverage as he fucked her harder. "Master!" Allison cried, her walls fluttering around him. "I-I'm gonna cum!" Seb grunted, his balls slapping against her ass, her pussy quivering [["Cum for me Allie"]]

"Oh yes!" <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Missionary 4.jpeg"> Her voice hitched in her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came. "M-master," she panted, her hips continuing to buck, "I'm...I'm..." "Me too," Seb gasped, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. Her cries grew louder, her body quaking as her pussy tightened around him, her juices spilling out. With a final shout, Allison wailed, her walls fluttering around him, her juices coating his cock, her legs trembling. Seb growled, his cock twitching his hips slamming up into her. "M-master!" Allison cried, her voice breaking, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth. "Ahh, fuck, I'm cumming!" Seb shouted, his cock erupting, his seed spilling into her welcoming pussy. Allison screamed, her pussy fluttering around him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her legs shaking. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged. "Fuck," Seb groaned, his body spasming as his cock emptied its last bit of cum inside her. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Personal Missionary 5.jpeg"> "Y-you're so amazing, M-master," Allison panted, her face buried in his neck. "Right back at you." Seb whispered, kissing her temple, his fingers running through her hair. "You good?" "Y-yes, Master," Allison mumbled, her voice muffled by his chest. "I'll be okay. That was very intense but it felt very, very good." She planted a light kiss on his chest, "This Zapple app is incredible." Seb held her close stroking her hair, his mind drifting, he had more investigating to do. "Gotta clean you up Master." She said with a light and tired smile, sliding down his torso, her tongue extending to clean his shaft. [[But that could wait]]

Later that night, Seb returned to the real world, contemplating everything he had done. He had the power to control and manipulate his matches. That much was obvious. The question now was what was he going to do about it? He could use this to make his life easier. He could use this to have any woman he wanted. Or he could use this to solve crimes. Or find Lena Vega. Or even save the world. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Seb Discovers Reagan.jpeg"> He sighed, shaking his head. It was a lot to think about. He absent mindedly checked out the other features of the Match Tracker, just scrolling back and forth with no rhyme or reason. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw a new notification. It read, <h3>"Reagan Vandalham is currently in the Zappleverse."</h3>Seb's heart skipped a beat. Reagan had entered the Zappleverse? How did she... He quickly messaged Allison, his fingers tapping on the virtual kebyoard with urgency.<h3>"Reagan's in the Zappleverse right now. I need to go check it out. Can you get in without me?"</h3>Allison's reply came after only a brief pause, <h3>"No, I can't go in without you. At least I don't think so."</h3> Then a brief pause, <h3>A:"There's an option to enter, but it's greyed out for me."</h3><h3>S:"Get ready to go. We have to make sure she's safe."</h3><h3>A:"Right away Master. Give me 2 minutes."</h3>As Seb rushed down to the kitchen to grab an extra Zapple bottle, he chugged some water and then rushed back up the stairs to the safety of his bedroom breathing hard.<h3>Ready master.</h3>Seb pulled open the app and Reagan's profile, <h3>Travel to your matches location? [[{Yes}]] {No}</h3>

<img src= "images/CH (4)/Mission Briefing.jpeg"> With a deep breath, he pressed the button and in a flash of light, he was whisked away. They found themselves standing in a room reminiscent of a 1950s spy headquarters, its walls adorned with maps, blueprints, and intricate circuitry. In the center of the room, a recorded video played, a figure materialing in front of them, stern-faced, no-nonsense man in his late fifties, stood at the head of a sleek, dark wood desk.. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Commander Jax.jpeg"> "Agents 034 and 099, I've summoned you here today to brief you on a mission of utmost importance. Agent 003, a key asset to the ZIA and a potential target of our adversaries, has been reported missing for several days on an undercover stealth mission into enemy territory under mission designation Cyber Labyrinth." <img src= "images/CH (4)/Seb Spy.jpeg"><img src= "images/CH (4)/Allison Spy.jpeg"> Seb and Allison exchanged glances, their eyes wide with concern. The gravity of the situation was evident in the grim expression on their faces. "Agent 003 is a vital asset to our organization," the recorded figure continued, his voice resonating with authority. "Her knowledge and expertise are crucial to our ongoing operations. We must do everything in our power to locate and extract her." "Your mission is clear," the recorded figure instructed. "Infiltrate the enemy's stronghold, and locate Agent 003. Intelligence suggests she may be held captive in the tower's deepest depths. I have faith in your abilities, Agents. This mission is critical to the success of our organization. Do not fail. Jax out..." With that final directive, the video ended, leaving Seb and Allison in the dimly lit room. The weight of the mission settled upon their shoulders, [[Let's get to work]]

<img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 4 Thank You 1.jpeg"> <b>A Big Thanks!</b> To you amazing players, Thanks for taking this epic journey with me! You're the best! I'm still hard at work on the next chapters, but I wanted to say thanks in advance for all the bug reports and typo checks. Please give the game a review and like on the site if you like it! More to come soon! <b>Cheers!</b> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 4 Thank You 2.jpeg"><h3>[[On to CH 5]]</h3><img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 4 Thank You 3.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 4 Thank You 4.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 4 Thank You 5.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 4 Thank You 6.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 4 Thank You 7.jpeg">

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Valetta.jpeg"> Malta, with its ancient history and picturesque landscapes, cobblestone streets, medieval fortresses, and crystal-clear Mediterranean waters created an enchanting backdrop for their mission as their plane touched down in the small Republic. 034 had to admit, that if traveling to the Zappleverse led to beautiful real world destinations like this, well, he wouldn't be upset about the savings on airfare and hotels. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Cafe.jpeg"> They disembarked, the warm Mediterranean breeze greeting them as they dropped their bags off at a small locally owned hotel and stopped for a moment a quaint café nestled in the heart of Valletta. 034 and 099 took a seat at a secluded corner table, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of the contact that had them here. Their investigations had led them to uncovering a coded message hinting at 003's possible whereabouts. It had been a message from an anonymous source, but it had been all they had and so here they were, posing as a young married couple on their honeymoon, a classic cover story. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Cafe 1.jpeg"> The sun cast long shadows over the cobblestone streets as 34, adjusted his fake wedding band and leaned in closer to 099. Her hazel eyes, sparkling with mischief, met his. "Ready to play tourist, darling?" she purred, her voice a perfect blend of southern charm and steely determination. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Seb Intro.jpeg"> 034 let out a low chuckle, the sound barely audible above the murmur of the cafe. "Always, my love," he replied, taking a sip of his cappuccino. The frothy milk tickled his upper lip, a far cry from the potent espresso he preferred. But today, he was a honeymooning husband, not a seasoned spy, let alone an overworked student. As planned, 099 had left a note with a coded message at the pre-arranged location earlier that morning. Now, all they had to do was wait. <<set $chapter = 5>> [[And observe.]] <<set $hp = 200>> <<set $ep = 40>>

<img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Burgundy Bra 2.jpeg"> <h4>As she looked at herself in the mirror, Reagan couldn't deny that the set was stunning. The deep burgundy color complemented her skin tone, and the intricate lace patterns added a touch of sophistication. She turned and examined herself from different angles, feeling a newfound sense of confidence. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Burgundy Bra.jpeg"> <i>This might just do the trick,</i> she thought, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Gold Bra.jpeg"> Reagan decided to try on the other pairs she had picked up as well. Each one offered a different look and feel, and she wanted to make sure she made the right choice. She took her time, savoring the opportunity to express herself in a way she hadn't before. <img src= "images/CH (4)/Reagan Mirror Black Bra.jpeg"> After trying them all on, Reagan eventually settled on the burgundy set. It made her feel sexy and powerful, exactly how she wanted to appear when she met Seb again. [[Time to purchase!]]</h4>

The hours ticked by. The cafe filled with tourists, their laughter and chatter creating a tapestry of sound. 034 discreetly scanned the faces, searching for any flicker of recognition, any indication of the unknown contact. He paid particular attention to the men, their eyes, their hands, the way they carried themselves. He had learned that the most dangerous opponents were often the ones who blended seamlessly into the background, the ones who appeared harmless. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Cafe 2.jpeg"> 099 had transformed herself into a picture-perfect tourist. Her sunglasses shielding her keen eyes, she chatted animatedly with 034, her laughter ringing out, genuine and contagious even as she observed. The afternoon sun dipped towards the horizon, casting a golden glow over the ancient city. Frustration gnawed at 034's patience. Had they been misled? Just as he was about to suggest calling off the operation for the day, a figure caught his eye. A man in a threadbare suit, his face obscured by a fedora, was cautiously making his way through the bustling cafe. He seemed to be searching for something, his gaze darting nervously across the room. 099 followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing. A silent exchange of information passed between them. [[They were on the same page.]]

The tension coiled in the air as thick as the aroma of espresso and toasted pastries. 034 felt a familiar tingle in his fingertips, the anticipation of a mission in motion. He knew, with absolute certainty, that the man in the fedora was their contact. 099, ever the chameleon, slipped away from the table with the practiced nonchalance of a seasoned actress. Her steps were silent as she navigated the crowd, blending effortlessly into the vibrant tapestry of the cafe. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, followed the man's every move, memorizing his path like a seasoned mapmaker. The man in the fedora paused, his gaze flickering nervously around the cafe. He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a small, folded piece of paper. Briefly, his hand brushed against a concealed weapon tucked beneath his waistband. 034 made sure make note of that. 099, seizing the moment, moved with the fluidity of a shadow. She intercepted the man at a secluded corner of the cafe, her voice calm and collected as she slipped into the role of a fellow traveler. Their conversation was brief, a cryptic exchange of words and gestures that only trained eyes could decipher. The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded curtly. He followed her out of the cafe, disappearing into the narrow labyrinthine streets of Valletta. 034, knowing that they needed to maintain a safe distance, discreetly paid his bill and left the cafe. He followed them through the winding streets, keeping a watchful eye on their movements. They navigated through bustling markets, past ancient churches, and down hidden alleyways a the sun dipped lower in the sky. [[Finally, they reached their destination]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Valetta 2.jpeg"> The cellar was a stark contrast to the bustling streets above, bare stone walls, lit only by flickering oil lamps and the air was thick with the smell of ancient stone and damp earth, the silence broken only by the rhythmic dripping of water somewhere in the depths. The man in the fedora, his face still obscured by the shadows, led them deeper into the cellar, his steps echoing. The passage opened into a large, cavernous room. Rows of dusty crates lined the walls, their contents unknown. In the center of the room stood a lone figure, his back turned to them. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Carmine Intro.jpeg"> As they approached, the figure turned, revealing a man with fiery red hair and piercing blue eyes. 034 stood tensed but frozen, resisting the instinct to reach for the weapon concealed beneath his clothing. This whole situation screamed for caution.<h5>"Super spies." He said with a wide smile, "It is good to meet you. I am Carmine, a pleasure to make your acquaintance."</h5>“Who are you?” 099 demanded, her voice laced with suspicion. “What do you want?”<h5>Carmine chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down 034’s spine. “I am merely a humble observer,” he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “And what I want… well, that remains to be seen.”</h5>[[Quit it with the riddles]]

"Quit it with the riddles, Carmine. We're not here for your philosophical musings. We want information about Agent 003. Now." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Carmine 2.jpeg"><h5>The playful smile vanished from Carmine's face, replaced by a cold, calculating gaze. "Information is a valuable commodity, agents. And I don't give it away for free." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There is a way you can earn your answers. A little task, if you will, that will benefit us both."</h5>Intrigued, 099 raised an eyebrow. "What kind of task?"<h5>"I need something," Carmine said, his eyes gleaming. "Something rare, something powerful. And I need someone discreet, someone skilled, to acquire it for me."</h5>The agents exchanged a knowing glance. This was their kind of game. They thrived in the shadows, navigating the treacherous world of espionage with unparalleled skill. "And what do we get in return?" 099 asked, her voice tinged with amusement.<h5>Carmine's lips curved into a sly smile. "Everything you desire. Information about Agent 003, safe passage out of this city, even… a glimpse into the truth I spoke of."</h5>[[034 stepped forward]]

Without hesitation, 034 stepped forward, his voice firm and resolute. "We accept your offer, Carmine. Tell us what we need to do." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Valetta Map.jpeg"><h5>With a nod of agreement, Carmine unfolded a map of the city, his finger tracing a route through its labyrinthine streets. "Tonight," he said, his voice a low growl, "there will be a party hosted by the very people who hold Agent 003 captive. Your objective is simple: infiltrate the party, locate the object I desire, and escape without being detected. Succeed, and you will have earned your reward. Fail…" <img src= "images/CH (5)/Eye of Madripoor.jpeg"> He trailed off, his eyes flashing with a chilling threat. "And the consequences… well, let's just say they wouldn't be pleasant."</h5>With a deep breath, 099 stepped forward, her expression hardening with determination. "Consider it done, Carmine. We won't disappoint you."<h5>Carmine tapped a point on the map with his finger, revealing a sprawling estate nestled within the city’s exclusive waterfront district. “This,” he declared, “is Villa Delacorte, a lavish residence owned by the infamous Baron DeAngelo. Tonight, the Baron is hosting a soiree, a gathering of the city’s elite, and the likes of them would never be caught without their most prized possessions.” His eyes flickered towards 034 and 099, a knowing glint in their depths. “Among these prized possessions lies my objective: the Eye of Manticore, a relic of immense power and the key to my ultimate goal.” He tapped another location on the map, highlighting a wing of the villa. “As for its location, I believe it will be secured within the Baron’s private study, a room of opulent furnishings and hidden compartments. The Baron himself possesses an uncanny affinity for such objects, and he wouldn't leave it unguarded.”</h5>[[Tell me more about the Eye]] [[What about security?]] [[Tell me more about the Baron?]] [[Tell us more about the network of passages]]

099, ever the strategist, wasted no time. “Describe the Eye. What does it look like? Where might it be hidden within the villa?”<h5>Carmine chuckled, a dark rumble resonating in his chest. “Ah, the Eye is a most curious artifact. It manifests differently to each beholder, reflecting their innermost desires. To most, it appears as a simple gemstone, but to those who possess the true sight, it reveals its true form.”</h5>[[It's true form?]] [[Continue the conversation |034 stepped forward]]

034, the master of infiltration, furrowed his brow. “What about security? The villa will be teeming with guards and guests. How do we expect to slip through undetected?” <img src= "images/CH (5)/Security.jpeg"><h5>Carmine smiled, a slow, calculating smile, “Fear not, agents. I have prepared for this. You will be provided with forged invitations, tailored to blend seamlessly amongst the elite. Additionally, I will grant you access to a network of secret passages within the villa, allowing you to navigate unseen.”</h5>[[Continue the conversation |034 stepped forward]]

"True form? What exactly do you mean by that?" 034 asked, his tone was laced with suspicion.<h5>Carmine, undeterred by the agent's skepticism, merely smirked. "The Eye, my friend, is more than just a gemstone. But I'd rather not spoil the fun. I want it. You need the information I have. It's as simple as that."</h5>[[Who are you really?]] [[Continue the conversation |034 stepped forward]]

0034, his voice, low and hesitant, broke the silence. "Who are you, really, Carmine? And have we… have we met before?"<h5>Carmine's eyes widened momentarily, then softened into a knowing smile. "Perhaps," he said enigmatically. "Perhaps we have crossed paths in another world, another time. But for now, let us focus on the task at hand."</h5>[[Continue the conversation |034 stepped forward]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron Intro.jpeg"> "Tell us more about this Baron DeAngelo. What are his motivations? What interests him about the Eye of Manticore?" 099 asked.<h5>Carmine leaned back further into the shadows, his amusement evident in his eyes. "Ah, the Baron... a fascinating creature of habit and opulent desires. He surrounds himself with wealth and power, indulging in every hedonistic pleasure imaginable. He has no knowledge of the Eye, other then it's value."</h5>[[Continue the conversation |034 stepped forward]]

099 spoke. "Now, tell us about the network of passages you mentioned. We need to know every detail if we are to infiltrate the villa undetected."<h5>Carmine smiled, a hint of respect in his eyes. "I have faith in your abilities, agents. Rest assured, you will have all the information you need to navigate the shadows and reach your objective."</h5><img src= "images/CH (5)/Tunnels Map.jpeg"> He unfolded a map, revealing a intricate network of tunnels and hidden chambers beneath the Villa Delacorte. Each passage was meticulously labeled, with detailed instructions on how to access them.<h5>"This," Carmine declared, "is your key to the Baron's inner sanctum. Use it wisely, and you may just emerge victorious."</h5>[[Where should we meet you after we obtain the Eye?]] [[Continue the conversation |034 stepped forward]]

034 nodded at 099 and the two scooped up the map, knowing that their business had concluded. "Where should we meet you after we obtain the Eye?" 034 asked.<h5>Carmine's smile widened, revealing a set of sharp, white teeth. "Ah, patience, 034. You will receive further instructions upon your success. For now, focus on the task at hand. Let discretion be your shield and swiftness your sword."</h5>With a final nod, Carmine retreated further into the shadows, leaving the two agents alone with their map. 034 and 099 exchanged a steely glance, "We have 2 hours before the party begins." [[Shall we start to prepare?]]

This mission called for meticulous planning. They knew the Baron would have eyes everywhere, his guards watchful and vigilant. Their only advantage was the element of surprise, the ability to melt into the shadows like ghosts. Luckily, they had come prepared. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Tuxedo.jpeg"> 034 retrieved from his hidden cache a sleek, black tuxedo. Beneath it, he donned a lightweight Kevlar vest, inconspicuous but offering a vital layer of protection. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Pistol.jpeg"><img src= "images/CH (5)/Fiber Cable.jpeg"><img src= "images/CH (5)/Cufflinks.jpeg"> He laid out his tools on the table before him. A silenced ICA 19 pistol, its sleek design concealing lethal firepower. A fiber optic cable gun, its thinness and flexibility perfect for navigating tight spaces. A micro-taser, disguised as a cufflink, capable of delivering a debilitating shock with a touch. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Lipstick.jpeg"><img src= "images/CH (5)/Tactical Knife"><img src= "images/CH (5)/Lockpicks.jpg"> 099 opted for a flowing, emerald gown that shimmered under the dim light. It was elegant yet concealing, allowing her to move with the grace of a dancer while harboring hidden weapons. She had laid out her gadgets in much the same way, a miniature blowtorch disguised as a lipstick tube, capable of melting through metal bars. A set of lockpicks hidden in her hair. A concealed blade, razor-sharp and silent, tucked into the folds of her dress. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Green Dress.jpeg"> They moved with practiced efficiency, cleaning their weapons, sharpening blades, making sure their equipment was just so until, they exchanged a final glance before gathering their things. [[They were ready]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Ballroom.jpg"> It was a symphony of wealth and privilege as 099 navigated the crowded ballroom. She snatched a small glass of champagne from a passing waiter and took a small sip as to blend in as she checked her commlink. "Pulitzer, checking in?" 034 found himself engaged in conversation with a group of wealthy businessmen, their diamond cufflinks and silk ties glinting under the glittering chandeliers. Their topic of conversation was banal, the usual boasting about investments and acquisitions. But 034 listened intently, his mind racing, searching for any tidbit of information that could lead him closer to his objective. "Excuse me gentleman. I will be right back. Anyone need a nother round?" He made himself scarce after taking a few drink orders. "Checking in McEnroe. How are things on your end?" [[099 doesn't respond]]

099 felt the weight of a gaze upon her. She turned, her emerald gown swirling around her like a dark cloud, to find herself face-to-face with a man whose eyes seemed to hold a hypnotic power. He was tall and slender, with a face that was both handsome and unsettling. His smile was charming, but his eyes, an unnatural color, held a cold glint, a depth of darkness that sent a shiver down her spine. “May I have this dance?” he asked, his voice a smooth baritone that resonated with an unnatural allure. 099 found herself unable to resist. His gaze held her captive, drawing her in with an irresistible force. She nodded, her hand falling into his. He led her onto the dance floor, his movements graceful and precise. As they moved, 099 felt a strange numbness creeping through her, a tingling sensation that spread from her fingertips to the very core of her being. Her mission, the Eye of Malta, Agent 003, the Zappleverse… all of it seemed like a distant dream, fading away into the swirling mists of her mind. [[McEnroe, checking in. You there?]]

He navigated through the crowd, his senses on high alert as he searched for 099 as the current song ended. Spying her from across the room, he navigated the crowded ballroom with practiced ease, his eyes glued to 099 who had just finished a dance with a man he didn't recognize. As he neared them, he subtly reached for his hidden earpiece. "McEnroe, checking in. You there?" His voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the music. But there was no response. A cold knot of dread formed in Seb's stomach as he watched the man lead 099 through the French doors. The two guards guarding the entrance, their expressions stony and indifferent, didn't even flinch as they followed. Had McEnroe been compromised? Was this the Baron, taking her somewhere private? He hadn't managed to catch sight of the man who 099 was with. His mind raced with possibilities, each one grimmer than the last. He had to get to her, find out what was happening. But charging in blindly would be foolish. He needed a plan, a way to assess the situation and neutralize any threat. [[Cause a distraction]] [[Return to the businessmen]] [[Try to find a way to sneak past the guards]]

He scanned the room, his eyes searching for anything he could use to his advantage. His gaze fell upon a waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes, carefully navigating through the crowd. An idea sparked in his mind. He subtly maneuvered himself behind the waiter, his movements calculated and precise. As he brushed past, he discreetly tripped the waiter, causing the tray to tip. The glasses shattered on the floor, the sound like a gunshot in the crowded room. All eyes turned towards the commotion, including the guards stationed by the French doors. For a split second, their attention was diverted, their focus momentarily shifted away from their post. [[This was his chance.]]

034 forced down the rising panic. He knew he had to act fast, but rushing headfirst into a potentially dangerous situation would be reckless. He needed to gather more information, to understand what was happening before he made his move. Turning away from the French doors, he schooled his features into a mask of indifference. He rejoined the group of businessmen, his face returning to the charming smile he’d worn earlier. “Ah, gentlemen,” he said, his voice smooth and unhurried. “Forgive my brief absence. I was just attending to a matter of urgency.” The businessmen, none the wiser to the turmoil within him, chuckled and resumed their conversation. 034 listened patiently, all the while his mind racing with possibilities. “By the way,” one of the men said, leaning in conspiratorially, “did you hear about the Baron’s private auction later tonight?” 034’s heart skipped a beat. An auction? Was this where they were taking McEnroe? Was this the Baron’s true objective? He feigned interest, his curiosity carefully calculated. “An auction, you say? What is it that the Baron is offering?” The businessman smiled, his eyes gleaming with avarice. “Ah, that’s the mystery, isn’t it? The Baron is known for his penchant for the unusual, the exotic. I hear rumors of ancient artifacts, priceless jewels, even… otherworldly treasures.” [[It's a good thing I brought my checkbook tonight.]]

How should 034 proceed? [[Use his shocking cufflinks]] [[Use his fiber cable]] [[Cause a distraction]] [[Return to the businessmen]] [[Just try and sneak past]]

With a burst of adrenaline, 034 sprinted towards the French doors, urgency thrumming through his veins, the chaotic scene behind him providing the perfect cover. He slipped through the doors, the cool night air washing over him as he scanned the shadowy depths of the sprawling gardens below, searching for any sign of 099. He crouched behind a stone balustrade, his senses on high alert. The faint sounds of music and laughter from the mansion drifting out to him. He knewthey couldn't have taken 099 far; not with the party still in full swing. He had to find her, quickly, before she was moved again. As he scanned the gardens, his eyes caught a glint of emerald green amidst the foliage. With a silent prayer and a surge of adrenaline, 034 descended the stone steps leading down into the garden. His hand never strayed far from the weapon concealed beneath his jacket, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. He finally reached a wrought-iron grate hidden amongst the foliage. It was slightly ajar, revealing a dark passage descending into the earth. Taking a deep breath, 034 cautiously pushed open the grate and descended into the darkness. The dank air hung heavy with of recently disturbed dust someone had been here quite recently. He finally emerged into a large, cavernous room illuminated by a cold, sterile light. Rows upon rows of strange contraptions lined the walls: blinking lights, pulsing wires, and metallic devices with unknown purposes. In the center of the room, a large metal chair stood ominously, its straps and electrodes gleaming under the harsh light. [[And that's when he saw her.]]

“Gentlemen,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him, “I believe I have a sudden interest in this auction.” The businessmen chuckled, their eyes twinkling with amusement. “Excellent! Another bidder for the Baron’s mysterious treasures. This is sure to be an interesting night.” 034 contemplated his next move. He could try and investigate further to uncover more, though there was no obvious path forward, or he could simply wait for the auction to take place. [[Wait for the auction]] [[Try to find a way to sneak past the guards]] [[Cause a distraction]]

Wealthy patrons milled about as 034 slipped into the opulent hall where the Baron's private auction was to take place. He had spent the intervening hours piecing together the puzzle, his investigation leading him to a chilling conclusion. The man who had taken 099 wasworking for the Baron. He had observed several other women, all beautiful, disappear from the party throughout the hours, and he had a sinking feeling he knew what the Baron was selling. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron Intro.jpeg"> As the auction began, the Baron, a figure of imposing presence and undeniable menace, took the stage. His voice, smooth and seductive, promised unimaginable treasures to those with the deepest pockets. The auction began tame with rare art being sold, old artifacts, a luxury sports custom sports car, some collectible sports memorabilia, but soon, the moment 034 had been dreading arrived. Several girls, their eyes glazed and vacant, were paraded onto the stage, beautiful objects displayed for the amusement of the depraved. Although he didn't see 099 yet, there was no doubt she would make her appearance soon. A wave of nausea washed over 034, but he forced it down. His focus was laser-sharp, his mind racing with options. He had to get her out of there, somehow, someway. The bidding began, the price climbing with each call. Wealthy men, their eyes burning with lust and avarice, vied for possession of the latest woman to be called to the stage. [[034 bids on the auction]] [[034 tries to sneak into the back]]

034 decided to bide his time. He played the part of the interested buyer, engaging in light conversation with the other businessmen while his mind raced. He desperately wanted to act, to save 099, but he knew he needed a plan, a moment of opportunity. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron 2.jpeg"> Time stretched on, each tick of the clock amplifying the tension within him. Finally, the moment arrived. The Baron stepped onto the stage. A hush fell over the room as the crowd craned their necks, eager for the spectacle to begin. With a flourish, the Baron unveiled the first item: a gilded cage. Inside, in an austere display, was 099. Her eyes, once filled with life and fire, were now vacant and lifeless, her movements robotic and controlled. A wave of nausea washed over 034. His heart pounded against his ribs, a drumbeat of fury and despair. He couldn't stand there and watch this happen, not to her. He had to save her, even if it meant sacrificing himself. With a surge of adrenaline, 034 charged towards the stage, his anger and desperation overriding his usual caution. He leaped onto the platform, his eyes blazing with righteous fury. He attacked The Baron, kicking him out of the way and drawing his gun as he extricated 099 from her cage. "Stop this!" he roared, his voice echoing through the silent hall. "This is madness!" But his pleas were met with cold, empty eyes. The Baron smiled even as he lay on the ground, he looked at 099, his smile only growing wider, "Kill him." 099, her mind warped and twisted, didn't recognize him. She saw him only as an intruder, a threat to the Baron's plan. Without hesitation, she turned towards him, her movements fluid and deadly. In her hands, she held a shimmering blade, its edge glinting with an unnatural light. Before 034 could react, the blade plunged into his chest, a cold, searing pain ripping through him. He looked into 099's vacant eyes, his heart shattering at the sight of the woman he loved transformed into a weapon of destruction. His vision blurred, the edges of the world fading away. In his final moments, he felt a wave of overwhelming sadness, a sorrow for the life he was losing, for the love he could no longer protect. As darkness consumed him, one thought echoed in his mind: He had failed. He had failed to save 099, and in doing so, he had sealed his fate. [[Game Over]]

034 knew he had to act fast. Bidding against these wealthy patrons was a fool's errand. He needed to get closer, to find a way to snatch 099 away from the Baron's clutches without drawing undue attention. His eyes scanned the room, searching for a weakness in the security, a passage he could exploit. He spotted it - a discreet alcove tucked away in the back of the hall, shrouded in shadows. A heavy tapestry hung there, seemingly concealing a doorway. His pulse quickened with anticipation. This could be his chance. With a practiced movement, he slipped away from the crowd, his steps silent on the plush carpet. He melted into the darkness, his movements becoming one with the shadows. Reaching the alcove, he cautiously examined the tapestry before slipping past it. As he made his way through the opening, he found himself in a narrow passage, dark and damp. The air hung heavy with a musty smell. As he descended down the passageway, he could hear the muffled sounds of the auction coming from somewhere above. [[034 descends]]

034 crept deeper into the passageway, each step echoing in the unsettling silence. The damp stones beneath his feet were cold and clammy, and the air grew heavier with each turn. The muffled sounds of the auction had faded away, replaced by an unsettling quiet. Suddenly, he stumbled upon a hidden door, barely discernible in the dim light. It was ajar, revealing a faint glow emanating from within. With a cautious hand, he pushed the door open, revealing a hidden room bathed in an eerie golden light. His eyes widened as he saw 099 standing in the center, her face vacant. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Brainwashed 1.jpeg"> She was still dressed, her eyes glazed over, staring fixedly at a figure seated in a dark corner but clearly posed in an almost unnatural way, like a pinup poster. The figure was tall and imposing, clad in an elaborate black suit. A menacing aura surrounded him, his face shrouded in shadow. It was the Baron. [[034's blood ran cold.]]

The Baron, sensing his presence, turned his head. His eyes, cold and calculating, met 034's. A smirk played on his lips, a cruel amusement twisting his features. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron Happy.jpeg"> "Well, well, well," the Baron drawled, his voice a gravelly whisper. "What do we have here? A lost soul wandering into my domain? Careful, I already have a gun trained on her just in case you get any ideas." 034 stood his ground, his hand instinctively reaching for the weapon hidden beneath his suit before he confirmed the pistol in the Baron's hands directly pointed at 099. "Let her go, Baron," he growled, his voice laced with steel. "She's not your plaything." "I beg to differ. That is, in fact, all she is now. A mindless plaything, and quite a beautiful one at that. Aren't you dear." 099 nodded her assent, still posed, "Yes Sir, this one is a mindless plaything." "She was too delicious to simply auction off. You always have to keep the best for yourself. Don't you know?" "You're just a sadistic monster." The Baron shook his head, a mockery of sympathy, "Such harsh words. You must be a lonely man. If only you had a girl like her to keep you company." "That's not the kind of relationship I want." "Is it not? Then you're just as spineless as all of the playthings I play with. Just as mindless. Just as willing." "I'm not. Let. Her. Go." The Baron sneered pointing the gun at 099's head, "You are in no position to be giving orders." 034 searched for something, anything to get him out of this situation. Growing desperate, he froze as a familiar voice rang out in his head. [[Do you require aid?]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Sinclair Intro.jpeg"> Time seemed to slow as Sinclair appeared before him. "If she dies here there is no telling what she may experience out there." "We can't just let him kill her." "Shall you not take action to prevent such a tragedy?" "But how?" "That is for you to determine. But is this not just a state of cognition? A reality born from dreams and wishes? From thoughts? Desires?" 034 thought for a second, going outside of his own state, freeing himself from being an agent, a spy, and for a moment returned to being just Seb. He needed to think, Sinclair was telling him something incredibly important. If this was only mere cognition, then... <<set $soulshards = 1>> He could do anything he wanted.<h3>Seb obtained a soul shard! He now has <<print $soulshards>> soul shard(s). </h3>[[Anything.]]

<<set $soulshards -= 1>><h3>Seb used a soul shard! You have <<print $soulshards>> remaining.</h3>With a wave of his hand, the pistol disappeared. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron Angry.jpeg"> "What the fuck?" The Baron exclaimed looking at his now empty hands. "You're done hurting people, Baron," 034 growled, his voice a low, threatening growl. "How the hell did you..." The Baron looked at 034 with a mixture of anger and fear, "What the fuck are you? Some kind of mutant?" <<set $baronbattlestage = 0>> 034 smirked, his expression hidden beneath the mask, "Something like that. Now, you're going to answer my questions, or I'm going to make you wish you were dead." <<set $ep = 40>> "Go fuck yourself. I'm not telling you anything." <<set $enemy1hp = 100>> [[Then let's see what happens when we take the gun away from you.]]

<h4>You are fighting the Baron, who appears greatly panicked. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron Angry.jpeg"> Seb's Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Seb's Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Seb summons his Ego |Ego Baron Battle]] <<if $enemy1hp <= 0 && $baronbattlestage == 1>> <<goto "Baron Battle 1st Victory">> <</if>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0 && $baronbattlestage == 2>> <<goto "Baron Battle 2nd Victory">> <</if>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0 && $baronbattlestage == 3>> <<goto "Baron Battle 3rd Victory">> <</if>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0 && $baronbattlestage == 4>> <<goto "Baron Battle 4th Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>> </h4>

Seb summons his Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. What move does Seb use? [[Shadow Strike |Shadow Strike Baron Battle]] Dark Move [[Fireball |Fireball Baron Battle]] Fire Move [[Swords of Light|Swords of Light Baron Battle]] Light Move [[Chains of Rage]] Almighty Move [[Go back |Then let's see what happens when we take the gun away from you.]]

Seb's grin widened. His fingers curled into a fist, and the air around the Baron's throat suddenly constricted. The Baron gasped, his eyes bulging as he clawed at the invisible force choking him. A deep, rasping gurgle escaped his lips as his face turned purple. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron Defeated 1.jpeg"> Just as he was about to lose consciousness, Seb released his grip. The Baron fell to his knees, coughing and wheezing, tears streaming down his face. "You... you monster," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. "Please... please have mercy." Seb's eyes narrowed. "Mercy is for the innocent, Baron. You are anything but." <<set $baronbattlestage = 2>> With a devastating blow, Seb smashed the Baron's face in, clearly killing the man. Pausing for only a half second, Seb extended his powers, and soon the Baron was back to normal having never been hit in the first place. He looked at Seb in a state of panic. "I...I'm back? What did you do?" [[What I'm about to do again|Then let's see what happens when we take the gun away from you.]] <<set $enemy1hp = 100>>

Seb's eyes gleamed with power. He raised his hand, and a swirling vortex of energy appeared above the Baron's head. The Baron screamed as he was lifted into the air, trapped within the vortex. His body contorted and stretched as he was forced to relive his own worst moments in an endless loop of pain and regret. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron Defeated 2.jpeg"> When the Baron finally emerged from the vortex, he was a broken man. His once proud demeanor was gone, replaced by a terrified whimper. He collapsed onto the floor, begging for forgiveness. <<set $enemy1hp = 100>> "Please... I'll do anything... just make it stop," he sobbed. <<set $baronbattlestage = 3>> Seb looked down at the Baron with disgust. "It's too late for forgiveness, Baron. You made your choices, and now you must face the consequences." The Baron's body was ripped apart seconds later only for Seb to restore him just seconds after that. [[The Endless Loop|Then let's see what happens when we take the gun away from you.]]

Seb's hand shot out, and tendrils of darkness erupted from his fingertips, wrapping around the Baron like a living cage. The shadows squeezed tighter and tighter, the Baron's screams echoing through the room. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron Defeated 3.jpeg"> His bones began to crack under the pressure, his flesh turning black. He was trapped in a prison of his own darkness, forced to confront the monstrous being he had become. <<set $enemy1hp = 100>> "I... I can change," the Baron choked out, his voice barely audible over his own screams. "Please... I beg of you... give me another chance." <<set $baronbattlestage = 4>> Seb's eyes were cold and unyielding. "Yeah, you're just a twisted construct of someone's mind. You can die." A snap could be heard as the Baron collapsed to the floor. "But not just yet" Seb said with a sadistic smile. [[The Endless Loop|Then let's see what happens when we take the gun away from you.]]

Seb focused his power, and the air around the Baron began to shimmer and distort. Reality itself seemed to bend and break, twisting and contorting the Baron's body in impossible ways. His screams were swallowed by the warped reality, replaced by a horrifying symphony of cracking bones and tearing flesh. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Baron Defeated 4.jpeg"> When the distortion subsided, the Baron was barely recognizable. He lay on the floor, a mangled mess of broken limbs and twisted features. His eyes, once filled with arrogance, were now filled with terror. "Please... I beg you... have mercy," he rasped, his voice a broken whisper. "Kill me... please... just end it." "Maybe I'll consider it if you answer my question. What does the Eye of Manticore do?" "I..." The Baron scrambled for an answer and Seb shushed him. "So you don't know? That's disappointing. How do I restore her? Can you tell me that?" This time the Baron couldn't speak fast enough, "The subject requires constant ingestion of our material drug. I have plenty in my office safe. Money and riches too. Take it! Take it all. Just kill me. Kill me now." "What's the combination?" "2487963" <<if $brainwashallison == 1>> He turned to 099, his eyes searching for any sign of recognition as he released her from her restraints. Her face was placid, despite the machine's workings and she did not even seem to register his presence. He would have to deal with this later. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Brainwashed.jpeg"> "099. Let's get out of here. Follow me." "Yes Sir." 099 replied in monotone, "This one will follow you." "Wait! Wait! Please! Please! Kill me! End my suffering! Have mercy!" But Seb did not kill him. He simply stood there, watching the Baron suffer for a moment more before leaving the room. <<else>> <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Brainwashed.jpeg"> "Thanks. 099. Let's get out of here. Follow me." "Yes Sir." 099 replied in monotone, "This one will follow you." "Wait! Wait! Please! Please! Kill me! End my suffering! Have mercy!" But Seb did not kill him. He simply stood there, watching the Baron suffer for a moment more before leaving the room. <</if>> [[Time to find that office]]

<<if $ep >= 40>>  <<set $damageDone = random(100, 400) + 50>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  Seb channels his rage into a truly devastating attack, a series of chains forms around him and he beats his opponent over and over for <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Chains of Rage.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[The Baron retaliates!|The Baron Battle Retaliation]] <<else>> Seb lacks the energy to manifest his Chains of Rage.  [[Go back |Ego Baron Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(120, 200) + 40>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  Seb unleashes his Ego in a devestating attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[The Baron retaliates!|The Baron Battle Retaliation]] <<else>> Seb does not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back |Ego Baron Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(100, 400) + 50>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  Seb channels his energy and manifests a devastating fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. [[The Baron retaliates!|The Baron Battle Retaliation]] <<else>> Seb lacks the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back |Ego Baron Battle]] <</if>>

<h4> <<if $ep >= 10>>  <<set $damageDone = random(150, 400)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 10>>  Seb unleashes his Ego in devastating burst of light, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Swords of Light.jpeg"> The Baron's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<set $hp += $damageDone>> The Swords of Light healed you for <<print $damageDone>>! [[The Baron retaliates!|The Baron Battle Retaliation]] <<else>> Seb does not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back |Ego Baron Battle]] <</if>> <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>></h4>

The Baron, beaten and bruised cowers in fear, doing nothing. Seb's reality warping rage heals him back to full health and Ego! <<set $hp =200>> <<set $ep =40>> Your Health is now <<print $hp>>. Your Ego is now <<print $ep>> [[Then let's see what happens when we take the gun away from you.]] <<if $baronbattlestage == 0>> <<set $baronbattlestage = 1>> <</if>>

He entered an extravagent office space. Opulent furniture, adorned with intricate carvings and precious stones, filled the space. Gold-plated weapons adorned the walls, trophies of past victories, this was no doubt the Baron's office. Seb's gaze swept across the room, taking in every detail. He knew the Baron wouldn't leave something as important as the drug and combination lying out in the open. He had to find the safe, the only place where such secrets could be housed. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Wall Safe.jpg"> His fingers brushed against a hidden panel on the wall, seamlessly blending in with the intricate tapestry. A click sounded as the panel swung open, revealing a steel safe tucked within the wall. Relief washed over him – the Baron's secrets were within reach. <<if $baronbattlestage == 4>> With a steady hand, he entered the combination the Baron had provided, the numbers echoing ominously in the silent room. Clicks and whirring sounds filled the air as the safe slowly creaked open, revealing its contents. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Test Tube.jpg"> Inside, vials filled with a shimmering liquid glowed faintly, their contents holding the power to control minds and destinies. Beside them, stacks of cash and precious jewels glittered. Papers filled the safe that he also scanned, detailing the Baron's involvement with a human trafficking ring. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Eye of Madripoor.jpeg"> He reached for the vials, carefully storying them as he searched, finding the original objective of this mission, the Eye of Manticore. [[It was time to get out of here]] <<else>> 034 quickly realized however, that the lock was a digital lockpad, the kind that compromised the contents of the safe if it was tampered with improperly. His gun couldn't help him here, and he lacked the combination. Worse still, 099 had the blowtorch he could potentially use to burn through the safe, he was out of options here, he would need to find her or the safe combination first before returning here. [[Try a different way to sneak past the guards|Try to find a way to sneak past the guards]] <</if>>

099. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Machine.jpeg"> She was strapped to the chair, her eyes vacant and lifeless. A technician in a white lab coat fiddled with a control panel beside her, his face grim and focused. He mumbled something under his breath, and the chair whirred to life, the electrodes sparking with electricity. He had to act, and fast. He rose from the shadows, preparing to strike- "One more step," a voice warned accompanied with the audible click of a gun's safety, "and I'll put you down where you stand." 034 froze, his adrenaline replaced by a suffocating wave of dread. The cold steel of the gun pressed against his temple, he turned slowly, his eyes meeting the calculating gaze of the Baron, his face hidden in the shadows. "A brave but foolish move, agent," the Baron chuckled, the sound devoid of any humor. "You may be a skilled operative, but you are no match for the forces at play here." He gestured towards 099, her form slumped in the chair, wires snaking around her body. A sinister smile played on his lips. "This, my dear agent, is the future. A future where I control the minds and hearts of the most influential individuals, shaping the world to my will." 034 felt a surge of anger, but he knew his emotions would be his downfall. He had to stay calm, to find a way to turn the tide. As if sensing his thought process, the Baron's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the gun. "Do not test me, agent," he growled. "I will not hesitate to use this weapon." [[Activate the brainwashing device]]

The Baron's words were punctuated by the technician's robotic announcement, "Brainwashing sequence initiated." A low hum filled the air as the machine whirred to life, sending electric pulses through the wires connected to 099's body. Her body twitched and convulsed as she let out a low guttural moan as the machine began to do its work. <<set $brainwashallison = 1>> <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Machine 1.jpeg"> The gun still trained right on his forehead, 034 searched for something, anything to get him out of this situation. Growing desperate, he froze as a familiar voice rang out in his head. [[Do you require aid?]]

034's eyes narrowed as he studied the guards. Their large frames and stern expressions spoke of unwavering discipline. A direct confrontation was out of the question. He needed a way to bypass them, a temporary distraction that wouldn't cause undue alarm. Instead of his usual weapons, he searched around the room, his gaze falling on an inconspicuous wall panel near the entrance where few partiers were congregated. With a practiced hand, he located the hidden release mechanism and flicked it. The panel sprung open, revealing a tangle of wires and flickering lights – the mansion's fuse box. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Cufflinks.jpeg"> His mind raced. A quick plunge of darkness could create enough chaos for him to slip past the guards. With a swift movement, he pulled the cufflink from the wrist of his sleeve and carefully touched it to a specific junction point within the box. A spark erupted, followed by a series of pops and crackles. The lights in the grand hall flickered and died, plunging the room into sudden darkness. The guards, caught off guard, stumbled back in surprise. Amidst the confusion, 034 seized his opportunity. He melted into the shadows, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. The darkness became his cloak, shielding him from sight as he slipped past the guards and disappeared into the maze of corridors beyond. [[This was his chance.]]

034's eyes narrowed as he studied the guards. Their large frames and stern expressions spoke of unwavering discipline. A direct confrontation was out of the question. He needed a way to bypass them, a route that would allow him to access 099 and avoid detection. He searched the estate, his gaze drifted upwards, scanning the ornate ceiling of the mansion for what he was looking for. Eventually finding his way to a back staircase and a wrought iron ladder, he found the roof access he was looking for. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Fiber Cable.jpeg"> A plan began to form in his mind. Using his fiber cable, he could repel down from the roof, allowing him to access the upper floors and navigate the mansion unseen. He reached into his belt and retrieved the sleek, metallic spool, his fingers expertly manipulating the thin, yet incredibly strong cable. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he secured the cable to a sturdy beam overhead. The cable stretched downwards, a shimmering lifeline against the darkness. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and began his descent. His movements were swift and silent, his body moving as one with the cable. He rappelled down the sheer wall of the mansion, his senses on high alert. He landed silently on a balcony overlooking the guarded location, his shadow merging seamlessly with the darkness. [[034 finds an office|Time to find that office]]

034's mind raced, desperately searching for a solution. Opening fire was a surefire way to get himself and 099 killed and there was no clear path forward. The guards stood tall, their faces impassive, effectively blocking his access to 099. Panic threatened to consume him, but he forced it down. He knew that losing control would only compromise his mission. He had to improvise, to find a way out of this seemingly impossible situation. As he tried to access the doors as stealthily as he could he was rebuffed by the guards quickly and he was forced to apologize and find an alternative solution. [[Use his shocking cufflinks]] [[Use his fiber cable]] [[Cause a distraction]] [[Return to the businessmen]]

With the Eye of Manticore finally in his possession, 034 made his way to the prearranged rendezvous point. A figure shrouded in a fedora and trench coat awaited him, a loyal lackey of Carmine. The night air hung heavy with anticipation as they exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. "You have it?" the man in the fedora rasped, his voice a low rumble. 034 held up the Eye, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. "As promised." The man's face, obscured by the shadows of his hat, remained impassive. "Good. You've earned this." He unfolded a crumpled map, revealing a network of tunnels and fortifications leading to the Baron's hidden naval bunker. "Your next target. This is where he hides his darkest secrets." 034 studied the map closely, committing every detail to memory. "Thank you," he said, his voice hardened with resolve. "This will be the end of him." The man nodded curtly. "See that it is. And remember, Mr. 034, Carmine is not one to be trifled with. He expects results." 034 met his gaze unflinchingly. "He will have them." With a final exchange of nods, they parted ways, each disappearing into the night. Back at the hotel room, 034 found 099 resting on the bed, her face still pale and emotionless. He knew the antidote would take time, but the wait was agonizing. He sat beside her, his hand resting on hers, willing her to fight. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Brainwashed Bed 1.jpeg"> [[034 asks her a question]]

He watched 099's placid face. The Baron had said the effects would wear off with time. He would have to believe him. Still, his curiosity drove him to ask questions. He was a reporter at heart, not a secret agent. 034 leaned closer, his voice a gentle caress. "099," he whispered, his voice laced with the desperate hope of a man clinging to a lifeline. "Can you hear me?" <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Brainwashed Bed 2.jpeg"> A flicker of recognition, faint yet undeniable, sparked within her eyes. "Yes Sir. This one can hear you." she replied, her voice a monotone devoid of the warmth he yearned for. "Tell me," he pressed, his voice a soft plea, "how did the Baron control you? What did he do?" As she spoke, her voice was devoid of emotion, a mere recitation of facts devoid of the pain that surely accompanied them. "This one believes she was drugged Sir. This one believes that the drug was in the champagne and designed to cloud the mind and numb the will. Sir activated this through… special contact lenses, this one Sir, believes, that triggered a hidden subroutine." "What did he say to you?" All the Sirs were getting a bit confusing. "For this one to be a good girl Sir, and to follow Sir's commands." She replied. Her chest moved up and down slowly as he took a deep breath. [[And what was he programming you to do?]]

"This one is to… to serve Sir," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "To be Sir's obedient slave. The machine was… inputting rules into this one's head… to live by… to serve… the Order-" 099 struggled to reply, perhaps a sign of her incomplete brainwashing or the drugs wearing off? "The Order?" 034 cut her off, "What is that?" <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Brainwashed Bed 3.jpeg"> "The Order is absolute. The Order is above all. The Order is the path." She spoke automatically, no doubt repeating the brainwashing rhetoric that had been forced into her brain. "So the Baron is a member of this Order?" "Yes Sir." "What is The Order?" At that question, 099 seemed to freeze, her eyes glazing over as if a mental barrier had been erected. When he repeated his question, she remained silent, her face a mask of blankness. With a heavy heart, 034 glanced at the clock. The night had bled into dawn and he knew they needed rest. "Let's get some rest," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "We'll start again in the morning." "Yes Sir. This one shall get some rest and start again in the morning." She replied robotically. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Asleep.jpeg"> Automatically, 099 curled up on the bed, her head resting against a pillow falling asleep in mere seconds, still in her dress. 034 watched her sleep, the soft sound of her breathing, the slight movement of her chest, the rise and fall of her breasts, and couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret. [[I have to be more careful]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Alarm Clock 1.jpeg"> The next morning, 034 awoke in a start, a wonderful sensation coaxing him awake, his cock being sucked and licked by 099, her mouth moving up and down his length, her eyes were still vacant as she worked the shaft up and down with her tongue. "What are you doing?" "This one is your wake up call Sir,. This one is an alarm clock for The Order and its leaders. Please "set this one off Sir." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Alarm Clock.jpeg"> 034 looked down at her, his eyes half lidded, and his mouth gaping, as the realization dawned on him. 099 had been programmed to do this. It was a routine part of her daily schedule, a habit instilled in her, and something she could not deviate from. He shook his head and sat up, pushing her away, his dick, still covered in her spit, throbbing, begging him to continue. "Not right now. That's not the way to wake me up." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Alarm Clock 2.jpeg"> "This one understands Sir." 099 replied, her tone neutral, her face passive. She got off the bed, her eyes looking straight ahead as she hiked up her dress sticking her ass out and grabbing it with her hands to display it for him, "This one is ready to receive your instructions Sir. This one's body is yours. It is The Order's." "That's not the way you should wake me up, either." "How should this one wake you up Sir?" Although 099 had asked a question, her tone did not change at all. 034 paused, thinking for a moment. If she had been programmed to act as an alarm clock, a wake up call, then she could probably be programmed to do other things. "Why don't we get some breakfast first." "Yes this one shall get some breakfast Sir. Would Sir like to serve this one breakfast orally, vaginally or anally? Or would Sir prefer this one cook breakfast for you?" 034 shook his head. Damn the Baron and his programming. He didn't need a sexpot right now. He needed a partner. "What are you programmed to eat for breakfast? After sex that is." "This one's meal consists of one cup of oatmeal and a glass of water Sir." 034 sighed, they were getting somewhere. "Let's get that then. Erm-I'll get that. You stay here." [[Yes Sir, this one will stay here.]]

034 made his way down to the hotel's small cafe, finding a parfait, which he figured was close enough to oatmeal, and a bottle of water for 099 and a small sandwich and coffee for himself. Regularly, 099 would want an Americano with extra sugar and a pump of caramel. This 099 didn't want anything. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Masturbating.jpeg"> When he returned, 099 was lying on the bed, her legs spread apart, her finger slowly rubbing her pussy, her eyes staring into nothingness. "What are you doing?!" "This one is stimulating herself, Sir. This one was programmed to pleasure herself after receiving orders." "Why?" "It is necessary, Sir. This one needs stimulation to properly please the Order." "No, I mean, why are you doing that now?" "This one was commanded to stay here Sir." 034 shook his head in exasperation, "That doesn't mean you should just masturbate on the bed." "This one does not understand, Sir." 034 sighed. There was no helping it. He would just have to order her around to get the outcomes he desired, the programming be damned. "Stop masturbating and have your breakfast." "Yes, Sir. This one will stop masturbating and have breakfast." 034 sat in the room's lone chair and ate his breakfast, 099's breakfast laid out on the table. [[And they ate]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Masturbating 2.jpeg"> After finishing his food, 034 walked over to 099 who, after eating her food and drinking her water quicker then anything he had ever seen, returned to a dormant state, masturbating once again in her chair, her eyes still unfocused. "Stop masturbating. Stand up." 099 immediately did so, standing before him, her legs spread, her arms raised slightly. "Yes Sir. This one will stop masturbating and stand up." "Good, now let's try this again. What is The Order?" 099 didn't move, but her voice was audible, "The Order is above all. The Order is absolute. The Order is the path." 034 sighed. He needed to try a different angle. "Why is the Order so important?" "The Order is the way, the truth, and the light. Without the Order, there is chaos. We would be lost. The Order guides us." "Who are the leaders of the Order?" "The Grand Mistress guides us. Long live the Grand Mistress. This one lives to serve The Grand Mistress and her Sirs." 034 took a step back, now lost in thought. 099, sensing he was finished with her, resumed masturbating which 034 did his best to ignore. The brainwashing was showing no signs of slowing down. He needed to get these vials of brainwashing formula to a lab for testing. He needed to know exactly what had been put into 099's head, and more importantly, how to undo it. "099, listen to me. Stop masturbating. We are leaving." "Yes Sir. This one will stop masturbating." 099 ceased pleasuring herself, and stood there, awaiting further orders. "Go shower and put on some fresh clothes." "This one understands, Sir. This one will shower and put on fresh clothes. Does Sir desire to have any input into this one's wardrobe today?" "Uh...no." "Very good Sir. This one will pick for Sir's pleasure." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Shower.jpeg"> 034 shook his head, the programmers were some twisted people, though...034 had to admit, all of the Sir's and this ones were sort of a turn on. As 099 stepped into the shower, 034 resolved to quickly rub one out for the road. When 099 was finished showering, she emerged in a black cocktail dress, which, while covering more skin then the last, still left very little to the imagination. The neckline plunged deeply, her cleavage clearly visible, and the material clung to her hips, accentuating them. 034, having finished his own shower, was dressed in a black turtleneck, and black jeans. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Black Dress.jpeg"> "You look great 099." He said on reflex. "This one thanks Sir for Sir's praise." [[Come on, let's go.]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Sunglasses.jpeg"> The pair walked out of the hotel, 099 trailing a few feet behind, her eyes vacant, hidden by sunglasses, and her arms held at her sides, as they walked towards the parking lot, 034's car still in its spot from the night before. 034 reached into his pocket, searching for his keys, and felt a slight chill go down his spine, his stomach fluttering. 034 turned to see a man, roughly 6'1, dressed in black, pull a pistol from his jacket. "Get down!" He dove behind his car as 099 did the same, following his orders with her now familiar "This one" and "Yes Sir." A hail of bullets pierced his car, shattering the windows and punching holes in the body. "Can you still fight?" "This one's skills and talents are functional Sir. This one was trained in firearms, blades, and hand to hand combat. This one has also had a great deal of training with her mouth, ass, and pussy, should Sir require those services." She replied matter-of-factly. 034 nodded, thanking his lucky stars. At least The Order weren't complete idiots. 099 could still fight. "Ok, cover me. I'm going to get a gun from the trunk." "This one understands Sir. This one shall cover you." 034 crawled around the passenger side of the car, opening the door and reaching into the glove compartment, pulling out some of the heavier equipment they had brought, a shotgun with a hand grenade launcher attachment. As he was preparing it, he heard the familiar sound of gunfire, and felt the bullets impact the car body, rattling it. 034 took a deep breath and stood up, the barrel of his gun aimed directly at the assassin. He squeezed the trigger, and was rewarded with the loud bang, sending a car flying. Random citizenry, who were already screaming and ducking for cover, now doubled their efforts. The gunfire from across the street, however had stopped though 034 wasn't taking any chances. "099, get in the car, passenger side." "This one understands Sir. This one shall cover you as she gets into the passenger side."099 complied, moving quickly. She was not an idiot, 034 thought. A mindless slave, perhaps, but not an idiot. She had some kind of survival instinct. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Car.jpeg"> [[They make their escape]]

After speeding away towards the airport and triple checking they were not being pursued, 034 managed to catch his breath. Taking a few deep breaths in, he turned to look at his still mindless companion. "Are you alright, 099?" "This one is not injured Sir. This one's training has equipped her with the proper skills and equipment for the situations this one encounters. Does Sir wish this one to check his wounds, or tend to his wounds in a more intimate way?" "Neither. Are you hungry? Tired?" "This one has just eaten Sir. However, this one has a sufficient supply of energy stored within this one's body and will not experience exhaustion or sleep deprivation for at least 3 days. This one is ready to serve Sir and his needs." "Good," 034 thought. He wasn't sure what kind of response he was expecting. She wasn't a real person, she wasn't human, he had to keep reminding himself. Not right now at least. The flight back was uneventful. 034 sat 099 next to him, her sunglasses on, and her arms resting at her sides, her face vacant, looking out the window, as the plane lifted off. Every hour or so, 099 offered to provide him with sexual relief, a massage, or anything else her brainwashed brain was programmed to offer but he declined every time. He was tempted to just give in, sure, but...well there were some lines that he didn't want to cross. It didn't help matters that she was touching herself, silently keeping herself wet but never orgasming right next to him for over 10 hours of flying. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Back Home.jpeg"> When they arrived back home, 034 ordered 099 to take a shower, and to put on whatever she wanted. He would have given her more specific instructions, but he didn't know what kind of clothing she had. When 099 emerged, she was dressed in a black tank top, and tight red booty shorts. Her nipples were hard and visibly poking out through the shirt. 099, as was her routine, immediately began touching herself. 034 shook his head, this was becoming old very quickly. 034 was tired. Tired of the Order, tired of the constant attacks, tired of the assassins, tired of a mindless 099. [[He logged out]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Seb Teleport.jpeg"> Seb threw his phone to the side and stretched, his joints and muscles cracking from sitting so long. He was in his house, alone, 099-Allison, nowhere to be seen. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine coming on, the stress and frustration of the past few hours catching up to him. "Well, that sucked." He sighed. Looking at his bedside clock he saw that virtually no time had passed despite the two days he had just spent in the Zappleverse. He shook his head, rubbing his temples. A notification appeared in his field of view. It was from the Zapple app, and he rolled over to read it,<h3> This one has arrived back in her room Sir. This one awaits your orders. </h3>Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.<h3> This one is waiting for her Sir to provide this one with sexual relief. This one will remain here until Sir's return or further orders. </h3>She had sent him a selfie. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Lace Brainwashed.jpeg"> SHIT! Seb thought. He couldn't just leave Allison alone, unable to do anything, and with his luck, she was probably stuck masturbating. He picked his phone up, and opened the Zapple app, calling her immediately and she picked up just as quickly. "Sir, is this one being summoned? Are you ready to use this one's pussy, ass, and mouth, Sir?" "I am not. I mean, I am. I mean, no." [[Seb stumbled over his words.]]

"I mean, you're isn't being summoned, I'm not ready to use you yet, but I need to make sure you are ok." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Lace Brainwashed 2.jpeg"> "This one is fine Sir. This one is not allowed to eat, drink, sleep, or perform any functions that are not required to please you Sir. Is this a problem for Sir?" "No it's not a problem." Seb let out an audible huff of exasperation. "Sir?" Allison asked, her voice still monotone. "Yeah?" <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Lace Brainwashed 3.jpeg"> "Sir, this one does not dare to speak unless spoken to but this one..." "You can speak." Seb said quickly, "Talk." "This one lives to serve Sir. This one lives to please. Sir does not look or sound pleased. May this one help? This one knows how to please Sir in a variety of ways, including with this one's mouth, ass, and pussy. This one is happy to be a cum dumpster for Sir." Seb shook his head. "No Allison I can't. That wouldn't be right." "Sir, this one would have been happy to be a cum dumpster for Sir before this brainwashing event. This one's mouth, ass and pussy were already Sir's before the brainwashing event. This one was scared but wanted to be only Sir's. Sir is special. This one's only regret is that Sir is not pleased. Please, allow this one to help." Allison remained undeterred. Was that even the slightest hint of life in her voice and eyes? Seb perished the thought. It had to be his dick-driven brain playing tricks on him again. "Allison, if I let you out, will you come over? Can you drive?" "This one is able to drive. However, this one has been forbidden from doing so, and does not have access to a vehicle. This one is also forbidden from leaving the premises." Goddamnit, that was right. Allison's dad was a total asshole. [[I'm coming over then.]]

"This one is unworthy, but Sir will not have to wait. This one will open her pussy and ass now. This one's mouth will remain free should Sir desire a blowjob. This one is a cum dumpster." were Allison's last words before he got off the phone and drove over in his old beatup car. He had totally missed a stop sign on his way over, but luckily he had not been caught. He wouldn't have known what to do if a cop had stumbled upon him in this mental state. A small victory, Seb found, was that Allison's dad was away, presumably still out late drinking at one of the local bars or pubs until he got kicked out or called a taxi home. The front door was unlocked, as he was sure it always was, and he pushed it open. Allison was in the living room, on the floor, legs spread apart and bent over, her ass and pussy completely bare. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Living Room.jpeg"> "Welcome Sir. This one's mouth is still free, should Sir want to use it. Otherwise, Sir is welcome to use this one's other two holes as often and as many times as he pleases." Allison looked up at him, her eyes glazed over, but with something else that he couldn't quite identify. "GOD! Fucking damnit! Allison, please put some clothes on! I'm not using you. What would you have done if your dad had walked in?" "Sir, is not pleased?" "No, I am not." "This one is sorry. This one's apologies, Sir. This one is unworthy. Please punish this one however you see fit." Allison, though blank and vacant began to cry, tears streaming down her cheeks. She didn't make a sound, but the sight broke Seb's heart, and he ran over to her, picking her up and holding her close. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Allison. I didn't mean to snap. You didn't do anything wrong." "Sir, you are hurting this one." "What? I'm not hurting you, I'm..." "This one knows she is unworthy Sir, and she understands that Sir will punish this one however he sees fit, is this Sir's punishment? This one has not been disciplined in a while, and may be deserving. This one is a slut. This one is a whore. This one is a cum dumpster. This one is a cocksleeve. This one is an object. Sir is correct to discipline this one." "I'm not...I'm not going to hurt you, Allison. I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong, it's all my fault." [[Allison continued to cry]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Crying.jpeg"> Allison continued crying. "Sir, does not sound like Sir. Sir, has not used this one's pussy, ass, and mouth. Sir, is not using this one for sex. Sir, is not pleased. Sir, is not treating this one like a slut, whore, or cum dumpster. Sir, is not punishing this one. Is Sir upset with this one? Does Sir no longer want this one? Should Sir throw this one away and replace her with a more capable, less stupid, cum dumpster? Should Sir punish this one? Should Sir beat this one?" Seb was taken aback. "I don't want to hurt you, or treat you like shit, or like a thing, or a cum dump or anything else. And you aren't stupid, Allison. You're my friend, and you're smart, and kind, and I don't want you to think that you're just a cum dumpster. That's not true." "Sir, does not want a cum dumpster? Sir, does not want a whore? Sir, does not want a slut?" "Not like that. You aren't those things. You are my friend, you are a smart girl, and a kind person, and you are beautiful, and I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want you to think that is what you are, even if you aren't..." "This one is not worthy of such praise. This one is a cum dumpster. This one is a whore. This one is a slut. This one is an object. This one is a cocksleeve. These things are true. But Sir always speaks the truth, so if Sir says that this one is a smart girl, and a kind person, and beautiful, then this is true, but this one is unsure if Sir is correct, because those words must and cannot be true." Allison was spiraling and Seb realized in the moment he was just making things worse. Panicking, he did the only thing he could think of. He pulled her in closer, and kissed her. [[It was an awkward kiss]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Kiss.jpeg"> It was an awkward kiss, at first, a peck on the lips, but Allison, knew exactly what to do. She kissed him back, and her hands were everywhere, pulling him close, running up and down his sides, rubbing his arms, and eventually they found his groin and began massaging his cock through his pants. "Oh thank you Sir! This one has desired Sir for a very long time. Is this one pleasing you Sir?" "You are." Seb whispered back. He wasn't sure if what he was doing was wrong, but it was what Allison seemed to want, and the thought of not giving her what she wanted, after the time she'd had, made his stomach sink. "Please let this one show you how much she appreciates Sir. Please fuck this one, Sir. Use this one's pussy and ass. If Sir would prefer to fuck this one's throat, please feel free, this one will enjoy herself either way, and would rather enjoy herself than please Sir. This one is a bad girl sir. This one is seeking her own pleasure over Sir's. Please punish this one Sir." Seb, couldn't hold himself back, and his body acted before his mind could, he had his hand in her hair and pulling her into him for an even deeper kiss this time. He could feel Allison's moans of pleasure and approval as their lips mashed against each other, their tongues battling for dominance. He was surprised by her strength and skill when she pulled him down and flipped them, straddling his waist and grinding her ass into his now exposed, and fully erect cock. She hadn't even undressed him, or taken his pants off. "Fuck Allison!" Seb exclaimed. "Is that an order Sir?" Allison responded. "This one can make any fantasy come true, and would be happy to do so. But please Sir, will you fuck this one?" <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Living Room Fuck.jpeg"> Seb, not wanting to wait any longer, and not sure if Allison would take the initiative to actually do it herself, decided to take the reigns and pulled her down onto him. He slid inside of her and she was soaking wet. "Yes, thank you, thank you, thank you Sir!" Allison screamed. "Please fuck this one's slutty little cunt. Please cum in her." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Living Room Fuck 2.jpeg"> "Are you on the pill?" Seb asked realizing her statement. "Yes, this one is. This one went on the pill after this one's trip to the fantasy world." Seb shook that statement off, resolving to ask Allison about that decision later. For now, he wanted to have sex, and Allison had been begging him for it. "Then yes, I'll cum in you. I'll fill you up. I'll make you a real slut, Allison." "Oh thank you Sir! Yes please make this one a real slut. This one will be your real slut." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Living Room Fuck 3.jpeg"> Seb grabbed her hips, and thrust his dick into her hard, feeling the heat, and wetness, and warmth of her pussy envelop him, and pull him in. She was so tight, so wet, and he could feel her juices dripping onto his pelvis. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Living Room Fuck 4.jpeg"> He fucked her hard and fast, and soon he could hear her screaming and moaning, and begging for more, begging for him to make her a real slut, to use her like a whore, and a slut, and a cocksleeve, and a cum dumpster, and he could tell that she was cumming, over and over and over, her orgasms hitting her wave after wave. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Living Room Fuck 5.jpeg"> [[The aftermath]]

They had fucked for at least an hour by the time they were both spent, Allison was so tired that she was snoring ever so lightly, curled up on his after they finished. Seb took the moment to himself. He had finally given in to temptation, and had sex with his best friend while she was a mindless doll. He couldn't say that he regretted it, because it had been incredible, but he was concerned for Allison. Had she really wanted this? Did she want him to give in and fuck her, or did he take advantage of her? But the more he thought about it, the more he knew that wasn't the case. She had wanted him, she had wanted him to fuck her, and she had wanted him to be the one to do it. He was beginning to realize just how deep Allison's passion for him went. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Aftermath 1.jpeg"> With a shift, Allison looked at him, life having returned to her eyes though she appeared almost drunk with after sex glow and tired eyes. "I love you Seb." She whispered. "I...I love you too Allison." "No, you don't understand. I really, really love you. And not just as a friend." "I think I get that more than ever now." Seb nodded, caressing the small of her waist as he held her. "And oh my god. You're finally awake." "What do you mean? And wow, I had the craziest dream." Allison smiled and leaned in to kiss him, before her eyes went wide and her body went stiff. "Uh, you remember what happened right?" She laughed, smiling wide, "Of course I do silly. This one remembers how Sir fucked her as his own personal cock sleeve." "You remember that too?!" Seb gasped. "Of course I do. This one could never forget Sir's kindness and love. This one will cherish it always." She laughed again, "Sorry, is the 'this one' thing freaking you out?" "No it's..." "So you like it?" "I uh..." "You do!" She exclaimed excitedly, rubbing his chest with her hands, "Oh. My. God! You totally do! This is so funny!" "Allison! This is not normal I just-" "This one is normal. This one is always normal, and always this one. But if it pleases Sir, then this one will be a good girl, and try not to use 'this one' all the time. Would Sir prefer his personal cocksleeve be called Allison?" She laughed again, rolling off of him as she laughed, holding her belly. "Ok, fuck you. You're just milking this now." Seb grumbled, sitting up in the bed, turning away from her. "Sir, was just doing that, and this one was enjoying herself. This one was being milked, and Sir was using this one's pussy as a cock sleeve, and then fucking this one like the slut she is." Allison continued giggling and Seb couldn't help but laugh. "You're the worst, Allison. The absolute worst." "You love it." She smirked, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "I plead the fifth." He replied, looking into her eyes. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Aftermath 2.jpeg"> "Hey. So you've seen me naked, and I've seen you naked. I think we've both done pretty good jobs so far. I think I would like to continue seeing you naked. You're very attractive. You're my best friend, and I want to try this, us, together. Would you be ok with that?" She said with an eager smile and nibble on his neck. Seb shook his head, leaning back into her so that his head rested against the softness of her chest. "I'd be fine with that." He said, "but only if you promise to call me Sir when we're fucking." [[Deal!]] Allison exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug.

The two of them spent the night together, and in the morning, they snuck out of the house to grab breakfast in Seb's car. Luckily, Allison's dad had been too hammered to even notice, care, or wake up in time to see Seb's car parked directly out front. Eating at a local diner where Allison ordered oatmeal just to tease him, they discussed the events that had transpired in the Zapple Verse after they had followed Reagan into the spy Zappleverse. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Diner 1.jpeg"> "So we got separated, and you were the spy, and you had the powers, and you had to fight a bunch of other spies and I got captured and then you came and rescued me?" Allison asked. "Yeah, then I took you home-" "And you didn't fuck me." She interrupted. Seb accepted it in stride. "And I didn't fuck you and then we got attacked by that assassin and then we escaped and flew back and then I logged us out of the Zapple verse and then- "We fucked a lot." "Right and-" she wasn't even letting him start his sentences anymore. "And we professed our unfailing love for each other." "Right and now we're here." "Now we're here." Allison repeated. "Together." Seb let that sink in for a second. It had really been a lot. But all of it now demanded an important question. "Dating?" Seb asked. "I'd sure like to be. Have you had time to think about it?" "Honestly, no not really, things have been kind of insane lately." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Diner Sad.jpeg"> [[Oh]]

"But I think I like the sound of us, dating, or whatever." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Diner 2.jpeg"> "Oh!" Allison grinned, blushing and turning her head down. "But I think we need to talk about what that means. I mean I 100% went on a date with Reagan and we had sex right after she discovered the Zappleverse too." "And you'll probably want to sex up Lena once we rescue her as well." "Right. No wait. No, that's not what I meant." Allison laughed, "Don't worry Seb. I know what I've signed up for. I'm not here to tell you who to have sex with and when. I'm here because you are the person who has always been there for me, has helped me out whenever I needed it, has put me first, and has treated me like a queen. Or a cum dumpster more lately, but I've wanted that one, so that's on me." "And you're cool with all the sex and stuff?" "Yes, I am. I'm not with you for the sex, per say. As crazy as that sounds. I'm here because you make me feel safe, and my insecurities fly out the window with you and you give me a confidence I didn't know I had. That, and your dick is a godsend. But if we're talking about other girls, you've been providing me with all of those things, even recently including the sex, and it's been wonderful. And it's not like you haven't been giving me all of that before. You've always been there. And that's not about to change any time soon. Not at least the way I see it." Seb looked at her in pure shock, her words bouncing around his brain like an old 8 bit video game ball. He had always known she was a great person. A smart, and fun, and witty, and beautiful person, but her words had caught him off guard. He was the lucky one. Who could be so lucky as to find someone this chill about all of this? "Seb?" Allison asked. "Huh. Uh sorry, I guess I'm just processing." "And I hope the answer is a positive one." "Definitely a positive one. I want to be with you too. I guess we're doing this. We're a couple. Like an actual couple." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Diner 3.jpeg"> "I'd sure hope so after that sex and the whole, I'm your devoted personal slut thing. If that wasn't a commitment, I don't know what is." Allison said with a laugh. [[Seb didn't know what to say to that]]

Later that morning they double checked the Zappleverse to confirm Seb's instinct that time flowed differently in the Zappleverse. When they arrived back in the world Reagan had gone into, they found that very little time had passed and confirmed that effectively, they could put whatever was happening there on hold. If Reagan was in danger, she was in danger, but them taking a little time in the real world wouldn't change that. The only difference would be the real world implications of Reagan being missing for so long, but it was Saturday and she wouldn't be missed at school until Monday morning. As for her parents and family, well, Seb had a feeling they would barely notice if Reagan was missing, as sad as that was to think about. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Shopping.jpeg"> So they took a much needed break from the Zappleverse, and from school, and from the craziness of the world. They spent the rest of Saturday together, enjoying the freedom of not being responsible for anything. They hung out at a local mall, walked around downtown, and enjoyed just being teenagers. For the first time in months, or longer, they didn't have to worry about saving the world, or school, or work, or anything. They were free, at least for a moment. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Bed Sex.jpeg"> They made out a few times along the way, and when they returned back home before Allison's curfew and her father would sober up, they had sex again in Allison's bedroom, a slow love making session where Allison called Seb Sir and he fucked her nice and slowly, savoring the feeling of his dick inside her pussy. They took a shower together afterwards, washing the cum off her body and then fell asleep in each other's arms, cuddling as they drifted off into a comfortable sleep. Sunday rolled around and the two of them resolved to head back into the Zappleverse later that afternoon after they both caught up on some outstanding school work, chores, and other responsibilities. After a long day of getting things done and relaxing, Seb and Allison reconvened at Allison's house to return to the Zappleverse and continue the adventure. [[A chartered plane]]

As the chartered plane descended through the clouds, the vast expanse of the North Sea spread out beneath them like a shimmering silver blanket. The abandoned German military bunker, nestled amongst the rugged cliffs of the Russian coast, appeared as a dark, ominous monolith against the horizon. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Base.jpeg"> 034 and 099, their faces grim with determination, reviewed their plans for the last time. The schematics they had acquired provided a basic layout of the bunker, but the information was outdated and incomplete. They knew that whatever secrets the Baron and "The Order" were hiding within those walls, they would be well-guarded. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Airplane.jpeg"> 099, dressed in her sleek black spy suit, adjusted the silenced pistol strapped to her thigh. "Remember, 034," she said, her voice a low murmur. "We stick to the plan. We find 034 and get her out of here. If things get messy, improvisation is key." 034, his own face a mask of focused intensity, nodded solemnly. He checked his own gear – two guns, a tactical knife, and a variety of gadgets and tools. "Don't worry," he replied, his voice equally hushed. [[We've got this]] <<set $hp = 200>> <<set $ep = 40>>

Their plane landed on a local makeshift airstrip and they procured a car, then boat for their trip out onto the Russian coast, following the coastline for several hours before they neared the abandoned bunker. Although neither of them had piloted a boat in real life, they seemed to have no trouble here, a credit to the Zappleverse. Parking their boat a safe distance away, they disembarked and approached the bunker entrance. The massive steel door, covered in years of rust and grime, seemed to pulsate with a hidden menace. With a deep breath, 034 placed a small device near the lock. It hummed with activity as it scanned the mechanism, and after a few tense moments, a soft click announced its success. The door creaked open, revealing a dark, damp corridor that led deeper into the unknown. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Wetsuit.jpeg"> Spying a portion of the bunker, now sunken underneath the water, they agreed to split, keeping radio silence as long as necessary, 099 heading into the water and the lower levels, as 034 investigated the higher ones. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Base Entrance.jpeg"> With a final nod, they split up. 099 slipping into the murkey depths of the flooded tunnels, as 034 crept up a flight of wrought iron stairs towards the upper levels. [[Begin the investigation]]

034 ascended the worn iron stairs, his senses alert to every sound and shadow. His eyes scanned the corridor ahead, searching for any sign of life. Reaching the top of the stairs, he continued down a dark and foreboding tunnel leading deeper into the heart of the abandoned bunker. Stopping at a corner, 034 spotted two guards standing huddled together, their backs turned, their conversation muffled by the thick air. 034 observing them, had a choice to make: take them down with stealth, silence them with aggression, or rely on the silent efficiency of his gadgets. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Base Entrance.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard 2.jpeg"> [[Stealth]] [[Aggression]] [[Gadgets]]

With a practiced flick of his wrist, 034 sent a throwing knife arcing through the air. It landed with deadly accuracy, burying itself in the base of one guard's skull before he could even turn his head. The other guard, alerted by the thud, spun around, his eyes widening in surprise. But before he could react, 034 was upon him. He moved like a wraith, a blur of motion that delivered a swift strike to the throat, silencing the guard's cry before it could escape his lips. Grabbing the knife from the other guard, he slit the gurgling guard's throat. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard Killed 1.jpeg"> [[Continue onward]] [[Search their bodies]]

He burst from the shadows, moving with the precision of a predator honed by countless battles. His movements blurring as he closed the distance between him and his target. With a deadly grace, 034 drew his twin pistols, their sleek forms gleaming in the dim light. He fired with unerring accuracy, each bullet finding its mark with a satisfying thud. The guards were caught off guard, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught. They crumpled to the ground, their bodies twitching with each impact. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard Killed 1.jpeg"> The gunshots rang out, echoing against the metal walls of the base and soon he could hear shouts coming from down the hallway. 034 didn't waste time swiftly securing the remaining ammunition from the fallen guards and grabbing one of the guard's assault rifle, its heavy weight reassuring in his hands. He could hear the shouts drawing closer, the pounding of boots against the metal floor like a grim heartbeat. He reached a junction, two corridors branching out into the darkness. [[Go left]] [[Go right]]

Fishing out a small, innocuous device: a miniaturized gas pellet launcher disguised as a cigarette lighter, 034, with a flick of his thumb, fired a pellet containing a potent sleeping agent that struck one of the guards in the neck, delivering its payload instantly. The gas cloud was large enough to hit both of the guards and within seconds, the guards were overcome by drowsiness, collapsing to the floor in a deep slumber. [[Continue onward]] [[Search their bodies]]

034 ventured deeper into the fortress's bowels moving like a ghost, his steps echoing softly against the cold, metallic floor. He was navigating blind, so he kept his steps cautious, sticking to the shadows as he moved. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Base 1.jpeg"> Reaching a new section of the complex, 034 found himself at a crossroads. Deciding between the two doors in front of him, 034 reached for the doorknob, but before he could turn it, a gruff voice boomed from behind him. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard 3.jpg"> "Halt! Identify yourself!" A hulking guard, clad in steel armor, stood behind him, as 034 whirled around. He had been careless, and it could spell the end for him. [[Flee]] [[Fight]] [[Gadgets|Gadgets 2]]

He quickly frisked their bodies, his fingers brushing against a sleek, metallic device clipped to the belt of the first guard. A comm link. He cycled through the channels, searching for anything that might reveal the layout of the fortress, the Grand Mistress's schedule, or even just the location of other guards. Finally, he struck gold. A channel labeled "Patrol Routes" crackled to life, detailing the movements of every guard within the complex. [[Continue onward|Continue Onward Comms]]

He wheeled around the corner to the left, pressing himself against the cold wall, his eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering in from the corridor ahead. He could hear their frantic footsteps nearing, their voices laced with panic and anger. He allowed them to get close, as he took in a deep, slow, breath. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Base 1.jpeg"> As the first guard rounded the corner, his eyes widening in surprise, 034 unleashed a torrent of bullets. The gun bucked in his hands, each spit of fire a crimson blossom against the metal walls. The guard crumpled to the ground, riddled with bullets. The other guards, caught in the hail of lead, reacted with a mix of fear and fury. They returned fire, the corridor erupting in a deadly ballet of bullets and ricochets. 034 moved with the grace of a predator, using the cover of the darkness and the fallen guards to his advantage. He darted from wall to wall, his movements fluid and precise. He fired single shots, aiming for center mass, each bullet finding its mark with deadly accuracy. The air grew thick with the smell of gunpowder and cordite, a metallic tang. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard Killed 2.jpeg"> One by one, the guards fell, their cries echoing through the tunnels. The corridor became a macabre tableau, littered with bodies and the smoking remnants of their weapons. 034 stood amidst the carnage, his heart pounding, his breath ragged. His face, streaked with grime and gunpowder, was a mask of grim resolve. [[Approach the prison complex]]

He veered to the right, disappearing into a dimly lit tunnel that branched off from the main corridor. He sprinted forward, his boots pounding a staccato rhythm against the cold metal floor. He knew the guards would be cautious, hesitant to follow him blindly into the darkness. This was his opportunity, a chance to break the line of sight and disappear into the shadows. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Base 2.jpeg"> He navigated the twisting corridors slipping through gaps between crates, vaulting over rusted machinery, and using the darkness as his ally. Suddenly, a flicker of light ahead caught his eye. He crept closer, his every step measured and deliberate. As he neared the source of the light, he heard the faint murmur of voices, muffled by the thick walls. He pressed his ear against the cold metal, straining to hear their conversation. The voices belonged to the guards, their words filled with frustration and confusion. They were searching for him, their efforts hampered by the darkness and their dwindling numbers. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard Killed 3.jpeg"> With a silent prayer and a steely resolve, 034 burst into the room, his guns blazing. The surprised guards had no time to react before they were met with a hail of bullets. Their cries of pain and fear echoed through the room. He picked off his targets one by one, his aim precise and unforgiving. When the last guard crumpled to the ground, 034 stood amidst the fallen, his chest heaving with exertion. [[Approach the command center]]

<<if $reaganconverted == 1>> <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Base Command.jpeg"> 034 materialized from the shadows of the corridor, striding towards the Grand Mistress's inner sanctum. 003 stood beside him, a loyal phantom mirroring his movements, her eyes devoid of emotion, serving him out of a twisted sense of duty. As he approached the heavy blast doors guarding the inner sanctum, a chilling voice echoed through the chamber. "Ah, 034, you finally grace me with your presence. Did you enjoy your little tour of my humble abode?" <img src= "images/CH (5)/Grand Mistress.jpg"> The Grand Mistress stood bathed in an ethereal glow, her figure draped in a austere uniform reminiscent of old and evil powers. Her eyes, cold and calculating, gleamed with a cruel amusement. <<set $enemy1hp = 800>> 034 stopped a few feet away, his gaze unwavering. "Let's drop the pretenses Grand Mistress. We're stopping all of this. Your hold over people's lives ends here." The Grand Mistress laughed, a sound that sent shivers down 034's spine. "Foolish boy," she sneered, "you think you have control of 003? Over my DAUGHTER? She is mine." "We'll see about that. 003, the Grand Mistress is a traitor to The Order." 003's entire body stiffened, her face twisted with rage. "Yes Sir, she is a traitor to The Order. The Order is absolute. This one will eliminate all traitors to The Order." The Grand Mistress's eyes widened in shock. Her laughter turned to a snarl, a venomous hiss that resonated with the threat of a cornered predator. "You dare question me, you mere pawn?" she rasped, her fingers tightening into claws. "I created you! I am your master!" But 003 stood firm. "The Order is absolute," she declared, her voice unwavering, "and you have betrayed it. Therefore, you are the enemy." With a speed born of unwavering conviction, 003 lunged at the Grand Mistress. The two figures locked in a deadly dance, their movements blurring as they traded blows. 034 looked onward for only a moment before joining them, [[it was time to fight |it was time to fight]] <<else>> 034 materialized from the shadows of the corridor, his heart drumming a fierce rhythm against his ribs. He strode towards the Grand Mistress's inner sanctum, a lone specter against the sterile walls. As he approached the heavy blast doors, the Grand Mistress's voice echoed through the chamber, laced with icy amusement. "Ah, 034. You finally grace me with your presence. Did you enjoy your little tour of my humble abode?" The Grand Mistress, draped in a uniform reminiscent of old and evil powers, stood bathed in an ethereal glow. Her eyes, cold and calculating, gleamed with a cruel amusement that sent shivers down 034's spine. He stopped a few feet away, his gaze unwavering. "Let's dispense with the pleasantries, Grand Mistress. This ends here. Your reign of terror stops now." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Grand Mistress.jpg"> The Grand Mistress's laughter was a chilling sound, like wind whistling through a graveyard. "Foolish boy," she sneered, "you think you can defy me? You think you can control 003? My creation? She belongs to me." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Gun.jpeg"> 003 was standing in front of him, clad in a black bodysuit, her eyes white and lifeless, a gun trained on his head. 034's jaw tightened. "We shall see about that," he said, his voice laced with steel. He turned to face 003, his gaze piercing through the mask of obedience. "003, do you remember who you are? Do you remember the person you were before The Order?" A flicker of confusion crossed 003's face, a fleeting shadow in her programmed eyes. For a moment, it seemed as if the mask might slip, revealing the person trapped beneath The Order's control. "This one does not remember," 003 declared, her voice devoid of emotion. "This one only serves The Order. The Order is absolute. This one will eliminate all traitors to The Order." "Guess things are never easy are they?" 034 replied, "It was worth the shot." <<set $enemy1hp = 1000>> 034 looked at the two of them, drawing his weapon, [[it was time to fight |it was time to fight 2]] <</if>> <<set $mindControlledThugs = 0>> <<set $commlink = 0>>

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Base Prison.jpeg"> 034's boots echoed through the sterile corridors of the underground prison complex. Rows of steel doors stretched before him, each one a silent testament to the suffering contained within. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Intro.jpeg"> "Agent 003," 034 said, his voice low and cautious. She was there. Standing before him. The reunion was a stark contrast to their previous encounters, filled not with camaraderie but with a tense uncertainty. "We came here for your extraction." "There is no extracting me from the Order. The Order is absolute." A flicker of disappointment crossed 034's face, quickly replaced by a steely determination. He knew 003's loyalty to the Order ran deep, but he also knew that somewhere beneath the hardened exterior, a flicker of her true self remained. "003," he said, his voice firm yet empathetic, "the Order you serve is built upon lies and deceit. They have manipulated you, used you as a pawn in their twisted game. You are stronger than that. You are better than this." "You think you can break my resolve in just a few words?" she scoffed, her voice laced with a veiled vulnerability. "I have dedicated my life to the Order. I have made sacrifices you cannot even imagine." "And what have you gained?" 034 countered, his voice steady. "Do you find true satisfaction in being a cog in their machine? Do you find peace in inflicting pain and suffering on others?" The tension between them remained palpable, a battle of wills and ideologies playing out in the silence. 034 knew he was appealing to a part of 003 that had been buried deep, a part that yearned for something more than blind obedience. "There is so much you don't know," 003 finally said, her voice betraying a hint of hesitation. "Then tell me," 034 urged, taking a step closer. "Tell me the truth about the Order, about what they are truly capable of. Who is the Grand Mistress? What is this world?" [[This is my mother's world]]

034's eyes widened in surprise. "Your mother is the Grand Mistress?" he whispered. He glanced around the sterile prison complex, a new understanding dawning upon him. This was Rose's world, Reagan's mother. "Yes," 003 confirmed, her voice laced with a bitterness he hadn't heard before. "This world... it's a twisted reflection of her own desires. She built it from the ground up, filled it with her loyal subjects and manipulated them into serving her every whim. She does that...she's..." 003 trailed off as 034 understanding grew. The Grand Mistress was not just a power-hungry leader; she was a builder of worlds, a puppet master who controlled the lives of countless individuals for her own amusement. "And you came here to kill her?" he asked, his voice low. 003's eyes met his, a flicker of pain momentarily breaking through the mask of stoicism. "I did," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But I failed. I was captured, indoctrinated..." "But part of you still remains," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "You're not killing me or attacking me. Why?" [[There's something different about you]]

003's gaze softened, a flicker of vulnerability momentarily piercing the hardened shell. "There's... something different about you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. 034 shook his head, "Did everything we went through together mean nothing? I changed your heart 003. I went into your own world and changed it. We had a genuine connection. We were starting to. You don't have to live like nobody cares about you any more. But you have to choose, 003. Do you choose to remain a pawn in your mother's game?" The silence stretched, thick with anticipation. 034 held his breath, waiting for her answer. Finally, 034 saw a flicker of determination in 003's eyes. The hardened mask slipped away, revealing a glimpse of the woman she once was. The woman who had been lost, but was not truly gone. "I choose freedom," she declared, her voice ringing with newfound strength. "I choose to fight alongside you, 034." [[Trust her]] [[Trust her...but only sort of]]

The spark of hope flickered in 034's eyes, mirroring the newfound resolve in 003's. He had seen a glimpse of the woman she once was, the fighter who defied her own mother, and it sparked a belief that she could be redeemed. He moved towards her. "Alright, tell me then, where can we find the Grand Mistress. Any weaknesses to exploit?" <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Gun.jpeg"> As he neared her, however, the cold metal of her gun pressed against his chest. "You were so focused on finding the good in me that you failed to see the truth," she purred, her voice laced with chilling irony. "The Order is my life. And you, 034, are nothing more than a fly caught in their web." "I... I believed in you," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. "Foolishness," she scoffed, her voice devoid of any empathy. "The Order has no use for such naive sentiments. We are instruments of power, disposable tools to be used and discarded. And now, your usefulness has reached an unfortunate end." His eyes met 003's, searching for a flicker of remorse, a hint of doubt, but found nothing as she fired a bullet straight into his chest. "You were a good fuck 034. But that was all. The Order thanks you for your time and service." [[Game Over]]

034 watched 003 carefully, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. He couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. The change in her demeanor had been too sudden, too convenient. He reached into his breastpocket and retrieved a small, silver lighter. With practiced ease, 034 flicked the lighter retrieving a cigarette as if to smoke as 003 continued her speech, her voice laced with a touch too much sincerity. With a flick of his wrist, he flicked a pellet from a secret compartment containing a potent sleeping agent that struck 003 right in the chest. The effect was swift. 003's mid-sentence faltered, her eyes glazing over with a sudden drowsiness. "You fucker. You never trusted me...good for...you." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Defeated.jpeg"> Her body swayed unsteadily as she tried to paw for her gun, and then, with a soft thud, she collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Relief washed over 034, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of adrenaline. He knew this was his only chance to break through the mental barriers the Order had erected around her mind. He knelt beside her, retrieving a small vial from his inner jacket, some of the Baron's formula an orange colored liquid, shimmering with an ethereal glow. He needed to ensure 003's turn was genuine. There was no time for games and if this was her mother's world, 034 could only imagine what other horrors awaited him here. He assuaged any guilt he felt with the reassurance that the effects would wear off as he carefully administered the vial, its contents slowly flowing into 003's system. [[003's eyes turn white]]

"003, can you hear me?" 034 asked. "State your purpose." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Converted 1.jpeg"> "To serve the Order," she replied. "Are you ready to serve the Order, or do you have any further reservations?" "I am ready. I am loyal. My body is ready to serve." "Good," 034 said. "You’ve done very well, Agent, but I need more from you now.” He paused. “The Order needs you. But you need to keep this all secret. Very secret. Will you do that for me?” “Yess,” she whispered. “You can only speak of it to me, do you understand? Do you know who I am?" “I understand,” she said crisply. His hand found her breast. She straightened under his touch, arching her back ever so slightly. Her breath caught in her throat as she pressed her breast into his palm. "You are 034. I will obey only your orders." "003, I can say with confidence that you are a loyal servant of The Order” he continued. “And that’s what The Order needs. This organization is compromised. And you will help me to identify the compromised individuals, and to help us protect The Order. from being taken over. Are you with me so far?” "Yes," she breathed, her chest rising and falling faster, her voice quite and deferential. "That's very good 003. I am now The Order's true and only agent. I will need your unwavering support, your unhesitant obedience, you will give it freely." "Yes," she murmured, her lips parted. "This will not be easy, 003. But it will be rewarding, in time. And you will serve the Order, and me, well." "Of course, sir," she replied. [[So let’s put you to the test.]]

"Remember, every order you obey brings The Order closer to being restored. Uncompromised.” She nodded. "Stand up straighter." She did, her feet apart, her hands behind her back, her head held high, her body perfectly erect. "Good girl," he said, running a finger along the swell of her breast, then tracing a line down her torso, her stomach, her pubis, to her sex, pressing into her pussy with two fingers, rubbing against her clitoris. She bit her lip, stifling a moan, her nipples hardening visibly. "Good," 034 purred. "But not quite good enough." Without hesitation, 003 reached a hand inside her suit to find her breasts, her nipples hard. "Very nice," he said. "I see your body is as eager to serve as you are." "I live to serve," she whispered, her voice trembling with lust. He corrected her, "This one lives to serve, Sir." "This one lives to serve, Sir." "That's much better," 034 said. "Now turn around." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Converted 2.jpeg"> She obeyed without hesitation, turning her back to him, presenting her tight, pert ass which 034 took the opportunity to feel up. She gasped, arching her back, the fabric of her tight black bodysuit stretching to accommodate his large, powerful hands. He squeezed her, massaging her muscles, working her ass, her thighs, her lower back. "Very good, 003," he said. "Your body is mine to use, to enjoy, to do with as I please." "Yes," she moaned, leaning her head back. He spanked her hard. [[Yes Sir.]] He corrected her.

"Yes Sir," she repeated, "This one's body is yours to use, enjoy, and do with as you please. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Converted 3.jpeg"> He continued his massage, working her up, teasing her, building the tension. When he was satisfied, he stopped, leaving her panting, her breasts heaving, her nipples erect, her pussy wet. Carefully, he unzipped the crotch of her suit, to allow himself access, then slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, his palm finding her vulva, his middle and index fingers parting her labia, pushing inside her. She moaned, a low, deep sound. "Oh, 003, you're such a slut. Such a filthy, eager, dirty slut." "Yesss, Sir" she groaned, "This one is a slut. A whore. Your whore." "Mmm, you are. I fucked the living shit out of you the other day. Do you remember?" "Yes, sir," she moaned, rocking her hips against his hand. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes, sir," she moaned. "Do you want me to fuck you again, right now?" "Yes, sir," she gasped, pushing back against his hand. He obliged, his fingers pumping in and out of her, her juices flowing, lubricating his fingers, slicking her entrance. "This one needs your cock. Please give it to her." 034 chuckled. "Such a horny little slut. Always so eager to please." [[Please, sir, fuck this one. Use her.]]

034 withdrew his fingers, his hand sticky with her fluids, then pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly, "I think I will, but I'm using this entrance instead. He pushed his cock against her anus, her tight little hole yielding easily to his girth, the tip of his shaft slipping into her warm, wet bowels. "Fuck yes, 003," 034 moaned. "I'm going to fill your tight little asshole." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Anal.jpeg"> "Yes Sir, this one's asshole is being filled." she grunted, her breath coming in short, quick gasps, her face a mask of concentration, her expression one of pure, carnal pleasure. "Take it, take all of it." "This one's asshole is taking all of it, Sir," she panted. He pulled her tight against him, her back to his chest, his cock buried balls-deep in her tight ass, his hand around her neck. "You're such a dirty fucking slut. Such a filthy little anal whore." "Yesss, Sir. This one is an anal whore." she hissed. [[Say it again.]]

"Yes Sir! This one is an anal whore!" She shouted, her voice full of need, her whole body quivering. "That's right," he grunted, picking up the pace, slamming into her, "And this is what anal whores get." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Anal 2.jpeg"> "Yes Sir! This is what anal whores get..." she chanted, her words punctuated by the impact of 034's body against her own, the sound of flesh slapping together, the squeaking of her wet skin against the vinyl of her suit. "Are you gonna come for me, slut?" "Yes Sir, this one's gonna come," she gasped, her hands grasping at the air. "Do it," he commanded, tightening his grip around her neck, choking her, "Come for me, my little anal whore. Come for me, right now." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Anal 3.jpeg"> "Oh god, Yes Sir!" she cried, her voice cracking, "Oh fuck! Oh, oh, ohhhhh... this one is cumming!" "Yeah," he groaned, pounding her harder, "That's it. Cum for me, bitch. Cum like the little anal slut you are." "Th-th-th-th" she stuttered, her voice shaking, "This one is cummmiiiiiinnng!" Her whole body tensed, her muscles rigid, her pussy spasming, her legs trembling, her eyes rolling back in her head, her breath catching in her throat. "Fuck yeah," 034 grunted, "Keep coming, you filthy fucking slut. Keep coming." "Yesssss Sir! This one is coming, she's cuuuuummmmiinnnggg!" she moaned, her voice rising in pitch, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts. "I'm gonna come too, you filthy fucking bitch. Take it. Take it all!" "Yessss, Sir! This one will take it! This one will take it!" she wailed. "I'm gonna fill your tight little asshole with my cum, and you're gonna take it like the good anal whore you are." "Yessss Sir! This one is a good anal whore! She will take your cum!" "Good, because here it comes," 034 growled, his orgasm crashing over him, his cock pulsing, his semen spurting out in long, hot jets. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Anal 4.jpeg"> "Fuck yes, Sir! This one's asshole is full of your cum, her body is yours, her mind is yours. All of this one belongs to you." 034 snarled, releasing his hold on her neck, allowing her to gasp for air. [[Now clean up my mess,]] he said, pulling his dick from her ass, and holding his slimy cock in front of her.

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy BJ 1.jpeg"> "Yes, sir," she panted, taking his slick, softening member in her mouth, sucking it clean. "This one will clean up Sir's mess." She took her whole member into her mouth, her tongue lapping at his balls, her throat relaxing as she deepthroated his cock, taking him all the way in, his thick shaft filling her mouth, her throat, her nose buried in his pubic hair, his heavy balls resting against her chin. She inhaled his musky scent, her nostrils filled with the smell of his sweat, her skin tingling, her heart racing, her pussy dripping. "Mmmm, such a good little slut," 034 purred, stroking her hair. "Thank you Sir. This one is a good little slut." She looked up at him, her eyes full of lust and devotion, her cheeks flushed, her mouth full of his cock. "Who am I?" "You are The Order, Sir." "And who do you serve?" "This one serves The Order, Sir. The Order is above all. The Order is absolute. The Order is the path. This one lives to serve." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy BJ 2.jpeg"> She continued to suck on his cock, idly playing with herself, her fingers exploring her pussy, her clit, her asshole, her body still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Mmm, good girl," 034 said. "Now tell me about your mother. Where is she? Any weaknesses? Anything that might help us with her." 003 pulled her mouth off his cock, licking her lips. "She is on the command bridge Sir. Her weakness is her temper. If we can anger her, we can defeat her." "Anger her huh?" 034 mused. "We can do that. Now get back to sucking." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy BJ 3.jpeg"> 003 replied with her now customary "This ones" and "Yes Sirs" as her lips curving around his shaft. She began bobbing her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue swirling around his tip. 034 leaned back, watching her service him, her body glistening with sweat, her breathing rapid, her hands roaming her body. "Mmm, you're doing so good, 003," he said. He placed a hand on her head, guiding her rhythm, his eyes drifting shut, his orgasm building. "You're a good little slut, a good little servant. You're a good little cocksucker. Keep going. Just like that." "Yes Sir. This one is a good little slut." She whispered. 034 could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening, his shaft throbbing. She continued, "This one is a good little servant. This one is a good little cocksucker. She lives to serve, she lives to obey. Her body is yours, her mind is yours. All of her is yours." "That's right, 003," he growled, his fingers gripping her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look up at him. "Your body, your mind, your soul. All of it is mine. Mine to use, mine to abuse, mine to destroy. Mine to own. You belong to me. Your life belongs to me." "Yes, Sir," she whimpered, her eyes locked on his. "This one belongs to you, her life belongs to you. This one is your property. Use her. Use her body. Use her mind. Use her soul. Destroy her. Abuse her. Ruin her. Destroy her, ruin her, own her. Own this one." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy BJ 4.jpeg"> 034's orgasm slammed into him like a tsunami, his body tensing, his balls emptying themselves, his seed exploding out of him, spurting out of his cock, his vision going white, his head spinning, his breath catching in his throat. 003 swallowed every drop, her throat milking him, her mouth working him, her tongue caressing him, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. 034 fell back, his legs going numb, his body trembling, his head dizzy, his heart pounding. <<set $reaganconverted = 1>> "Oh, fuck yes," he moaned, his breath ragged. "That's it. You're such a good little whore. Such a good little cumslut." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy BJ 5.jpeg"> "Thank you, Sir," she replied, her voice hoarse, her lips covered in his cum. "This one is a good whore. This one is a good slut. This one is a good cumslut. This one lives to serve. This one lives to please. This one lives to obey. This one lives to suck." "Good girl. Now let's head out, [[we need to get going]]"

<<if $allisonspydialogue != 1>> "McCenroe. Do you read?" "Go for McCenroe. All quiet on the Russian front?" 099's voice crackled over their speaker system. "Fortunately." He sprinted around a corner, ducking behind a crate for a few seconds to let some guards pass him. "I'm making my way to the underbelly of the manufacturing facility. It looks like they're producing a ton of that drug here. I'm going to set a few charges and then rendezvous with you." "Affirmative." 034 replied, "Stay safe McCenroe." "Stay frosty, Pulitzer." 099 replied as 034 moved down the tunnel towards the command center, a brainwashed 003 close behind. [[Approach the command center]] <<else>> 003 got herself dressed quickly, still in a mindless state, though incredibly loyal and eager. With 003's knowledge of the base, they made their way through some back passages as 034 contacted 099. "McCenroe, come in." 034 signaled over the radio. "Go for McCenroe." 099 replied. "We're enroute to the bridge. 003 is with us, but we had a bit of a fight. Status update? Set those charges?" 034 asked. "Yes. We got the first set up, but there are a few more to do." 099 replied. "Good work. Get moving and get them set up, then bail. We'll meet you topside." 034 responded. "Aye. We'll meet you at the rendezvous. Over and out." 099 confirmed, then signed off. With that, the two of them made their way down the halls and through the secret passages towards the command center. [[Approach the command center]] <</if>>

Armed with the stolen comm link and a heart thrumming with quiet determination, 034 ventured deeper into the fortress's bowels moving like a ghost, his steps echoing softly against the cold, metallic floor. As he progressed, the sterile, metallic environment gave way to a more industrial setting. Massive pipes snaked through the ceiling, carrying unknown liquids, while heavy machinery clanked and whirred in the distance. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Base 1.jpeg"> [[Investigate the pipes and machinery]] [[Approach the prison complex]] [[Approach the command center]]

He approached the maze of pipes and machinery, his senses on high alert, just in case. He scanned for access points, for any sign of a control center or a way to manipulate the flow of the unknown liquids coursing through the veins of the fortress. As he searched, a faint hum reached his ears, growing louder with each step he took. It seemed to emanate from a dimly lit chamber tucked deep within the network. He cautiously approached, the hum evolving into a rhythmic clicking sound, like a heartbeat counting down the seconds to his demise. Suddenly, the comm link crackled to life. A familiar voice, laced with urgency, pierced the silence. "Pulitzer, come in. Do you read me?" "Roger McEnroe. Loud and clear." "Pulitzer,," 099's voice trembled with barely suppressed panic, "the Grand Mistress has lost her mind. This whole thing's in production of those brainwashing drunks. She's turning it into a bioweapon. Airborne distribution. I'm setting charges to blow the whole place on our signal." With a newfound urgency, 034 tore his gaze away from the network of pipes and machinery, his mind already formulating a plan. "Roger that. Meet me topside. I need to find 003." "Roger that. Stay frosty Pulitzer." 099's voice trembled slightly with worry. [[Stay safe McEnroe.|Approach the prison complex]] 034 replied before turning to head down a hallway towards the prison complex.

With a lightning-fast movement, 034 drew his combat knife, its blade glinting in the dim light. The guard, caught off guard by the swiftness of the movement, roared and lunged forward. The fight was brutal and desperate. The guard, a mountain of muscle fueled by rage, swung in wide arcs, aiming to crush 034 beneath its weight. But 034 danced around the guard's attacks, his knife a blur. He used his smaller size and agility to his advantage, darting in and out, exploiting the guard's slow response time. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, 034 saw his opening. The guard, exhausted and enraged, made a reckless swipe and in swift retaliation, 034 plunged his knife deep into the guard's thigh, the blade severing a major artery. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard Killed 1.jpeg"> The guard let out a guttural scream, collapsing to the floor, clutching at his wound. 034 stood panting, adrenaline still coursing through him, Without hesitation, 034 leaned over, slit the guards throat and slipped past the fallen guard, leaving him to bleed out in the silence. [[034 heads down the hall into the prison complex|Approach the prison complex]]

With a flick of his wrist, 034 unleashed a blinding flashbang. The guard stumbled back, momentarily disoriented. He darted through the door. Alarms blared, red lights strobing like angry eyes. The fortress was awake, alerted to the presence of an intruder. But 034 was already far ahead, He knew the guards would mobilize quickly, a swarm of angry hornets seeking their prey. He had to reach the command center, access its secrets, and get out before the fortress swallowed him whole. <<set $allisonspydialogue = 1>> "McCenroe. Do you read?" "Go for McCenroe. Was that you Pulitzer? You really poked the bear didn't you?" 099's voice crackled over their speaker system. "Unfortunately." He sprinted around a corner, ducking behind a crate for a few seconds to let some guards pass him. "I'm making my way to the underbelly of the manufacturing facility. It looks like they're producing a ton of that drug here. I'm going to set a few charges and then rendezvous with you." "Affirmative." 034 replied, "Stay safe McCenroe." [[Stay frosty, Pulitzer.|Approach the prison complex]] 099 replied as 034 moved down the tunnel to what appeared to be a prison complex of some sort.

He reached for a seemingly innocuous object strapped to his belt - a cigarette lighter. However, this was no ordinary lighter. It concealed a cleverly designed mechanism, capable of firing tiny sleep pellets with pinpoint accuracy. With a flick of his wrist, 034 aimed the lighter at the guard and triggered the mechanism. A barely perceptible projectile shot from the lighter, embedding itself in the guard's neck. The guard's eyes widened in momentary surprise before fluttering shut as the sleep-inducing agent took effect. He swayed on his feet for a few seconds before collapsing to the floor, completely unconscious. He slipped past the fallen guard, his presence having remained effectively undetected. <<set $allisonspydialogue = 1>> "McCenroe. Do you read?" "Go for McCenroe. All quiet on the Russian front?" 099's voice crackled over their speaker system. "Fortunately." He sprinted around a corner, ducking behind a crate for a few seconds to let some guards pass him. "I'm making my way to the underbelly of the manufacturing facility. It looks like they're producing a ton of that drug here. I'm going to set a few charges and then rendezvous with you." "Affirmative." 034 replied, "Stay safe McCenroe." [[Stay frosty, Pulitzer.|Approach the prison complex]] 099 replied as 034 moved down the tunnel to what appeared to be a prison complex of some sort.

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Grand Mistress 2.jpg"> You are fighting the Grand Mistress alongside 003, whose loyalty is unwavering. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Gun.jpeg"> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Attack |Attack Grand Mistress Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Grand Mistress Battle]] [[Summon your Ego |Ego Grand Mistress Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Grand Mistress Battle]] <<if $commlink != 1>> <<if $mindControlledThugs <= 0>> <<set $mindControlledThugs = random(0, 4)>> The Grand Mistress attempts to call in some mind controlled members of the Order to attack you with her comm link! She calls in <<print $mindControlledThugs>> thug(s)! [[Try to destroy her commlink|Try to destroy her commlink 1]] <</if>> <<if $mindControlledThugs gte 1>> <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard 2.jpeg"> The thugs attack you! <<set $damageDone = $mindControlledThugs * 5>> They deal <<print $damageDone>> damage to you! There are <<print $mindControlledThugs>> thugs remaining! <<set $hp -= $damageDone>> [[Deal with the thug|Deal with mind-controlled thug 1]] <</if>> <<else>> You've destroyed the Grand Mistress' commlink and she can't call in reinforcements! <<if $mindControlledThugs gte 1>> <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard 2.jpeg"> The thugs attack you! <<set $damageDone = $mindControlledThugs * 5>> They deal <<print $damageDone>> damage to you! There are <<print $mindControlledThugs>> thugs remaining! <<set $hp -= $damageDone>> [[Deal with the thug|Deal with mind-controlled thug 1]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> [[Try to use the environment to fight the Grand Mistress|Try to use the environment to fight the Grand Mistress 1]] <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  Grand Mistress aims her gun. <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  Grand Mistress pulls the pin on a grenade. This may be the time to guard! <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 3>>  Grand Mistress orders 003 to attack. <</if>> The two of you should plan accordingly. <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "Grand Mistress Battle Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>>

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Grand Mistress 2.jpg"> You are fighting the Grand Mistress who is flanked by 003, whose loyalty is unwavering. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Gun.jpeg"> Your Hit Points: <<print $hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print $ep >> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> [[Attack |Attack Grand Mistress 2 Battle]] [[Guard |Guard Grand Mistress 2 Battle]] [[Summon your Ego |Ego Grand Mistress 2 Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Grand Mistress 2 Battle]] <<if $commlink != 1>> <<if $mindControlledThugs <= 0>> <<set $mindControlledThugs = random(0, 4)>> The Grand Mistress attempts to call in some mind controlled members of the Order to attack you with her comm link! She calls in <<print $mindControlledThugs>> thug(s)! [[Try to destroy her commlink|Try to destroy her commlink 2]] <</if>> <<if $mindControlledThugs gte 1>> <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard 2.jpeg"> The thugs attack you! <<set $damageDone = $mindControlledThugs * 5>> They deal <<print $damageDone>> damage to you! There are <<print $mindControlledThugs>> thugs remaining! <<set $hp -= $damageDone>> [[Deal with the thug(s)|Deal with mind-controlled thug 2]] <</if>> <<else>> You've destroyed the Grand Mistress' commlink and she can't call in reinforcements! <<if $mindControlledThugs gte 1>> <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard 2.jpeg"> The thugs attack you! <<set $damageDone = $mindControlledThugs * 5>> They deal <<print $damageDone>> damage to you! There are <<print $mindControlledThugs>> thugs remaining! <<set $hp -= $damageDone>> [[Deal with the thug|Deal with mind-controlled thug 2]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> [[Try to use the environment to fight the Grand Mistress|Try to use the environment to fight the Grand Mistress 2]] <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>>   <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  Grand Mistress aims her gun. <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  Grand Mistress pulls the pin on a grenade. <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 3>>  Grand Mistress orders 003 to attack. <</if>> The two of you should plan accordingly. <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "Grand Mistress 2 Battle Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Game Over">> <</if>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>> <</if>>  <<set $damageDone = random(6, 18) + 2>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> You attack the enemy with an stab of your knife, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. [[The Grand Mistress retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike|Shadow Strike Grand Mistress 2 Battle]] Dark Move [[Fireball|Fireball Grand Mistress 2 Battle]] Fire Move [[Swords of Light|Swords of Light Grand Mistress 2 Battle]] Light Move [[Go back|it was time to fight 2]]

You summon your Ego to use its extraordinary abilities. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Ego.jpeg"> What move are you trying to use? [[Shadow Strike|Shadow Strike Grand Mistress Battle]] Dark Move [[Fireball|Fireball Grand Mistress Battle]] Fire Move [[Swords of Light|Swords of Light Grand Mistress Battle]] Light Move [[Go back|it was time to fight]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive != 1>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 2)>>  <</if>>  <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 85>>  <<set $damageDone = 20>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageDone = Math.round($damageDone / 4)>> <</if>>  The Grand Mistress takes aim with her firearm, hitting 034 and dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. 034's Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <<set $hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 20>>  The Grand Mistress's shot poisons 034, dealing an extra 15 damage per turn. <<set $poisoned = 1>> <</if>> <<else>>  The Grand Mistress takes aim with her firearm, but her shot misses. <</if>> <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  <<set $grenadeHitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $grenadeHitChance <= 10>>  <<set $damageDone = 120>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageDone = Math.round($damageDone / 4)>> <</if>>  The Grand Mistress throws a grenade that explodes, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage to 034. 034's Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <<set $hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  The Grand Mistress throws a grenade, but it misses its mark dealing only partial damage. <<set $damageDone = 30>>  <<if $guarding == 1>> <<set $damageDone = Math.round($damageDone / 4)>> <</if>>  034's Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <<set $hp -= $damageDone>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>>  Using the Third Eye drains 034's energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining 034's energy. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $poisoned == 1>> <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 50>>  034 is no longer poisoned. <<set $poisoned = 0>> <<else>> 034 is still poisoned. He lost 15 health! <<set $hp -= 15>> <</if>> <</if>> 034's Ego Points: <<print $ep >> 034's Hit Points: <<print $hp >> [[003 attacks!]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Grand Mistress's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|it was time to fight]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Grand Mistress's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|it was time to fight]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 10>>  <<set $damageDone = random(15, 40) >> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 10>>  You unleash your Ego in a burst of light, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Swords of Light.jpeg"> Grand Mistress's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<set $hp += $damageDone>> The Swords of Light healed you for <<print $damageDone>>! <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|it was time to fight]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]] <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Grand Mistress's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|it was time to fight 2]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 10>>  <<set $damageDone = random(15, 40) >> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 10>>  You unleash your Ego in a burst of light, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Swords of Light.jpeg"> Grand Mistress's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<set $hp += $damageDone>> The Swords of Light healed you for <<print $damageDone>>! <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|it was time to fight 2]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]] <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $damageDone = random(16, 24)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 3>>  You unleash your Ego in an attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> Grand Mistress's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|it was time to fight 2]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]]

As 034 parried another attack, he knew it was time for a gamble. He locked eyes with 003, their gazes meeting for a fleeting moment. In that instant, they understood each other's unspoken plan. With a synchronized movement, 034 created a diversion, expertly dodging a blast of energy from the Grand Mistress. This distraction gave 003 the opening she needed. She lunged forward, her movements precise and fluid, and delivered a swift kick to the Grand Mistress's leg, knocking her off balance. Capitalizing on this opportunity, 034 charged forward, his kick aimed at the Grand Mistress's exposed throat. She attempted to block his attack, but she was weakened and disoriented. 034's kick found its mark, a clean swipe that caused her to cry out, gurgling and choking in pain leaving her vulnerable. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Grand Mistress Defeated.jpeg"> The Grand Mistress crumpled to the floor as 034 and 003 exchanged a glance, "Sir, should this one eliminate this traitor for The Order?" [[No, let me handle this|Use the formula on the Grand Mistress]]

As he parried another attack, he saw his opening. With a lightning-fast movement, he lunged forward, his blade aimed at the Grand Mistress's heart. She reacted with surprising speed, deflecting his attack with a powerful kick that sent him reeling backward. But 034 was not deterred. He knew that this was his only chance. He gathered his remaining strength, focusing all his energy into one final attack. The air shimmered around him, and a blinding light erupted from his weapon. The Grand Mistress, caught off guard by the sheer intensity of the attack, was unable to defend herself. The light engulfed her, burning away her defenses and leaving her vulnerable. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Grand Mistress Defeated.jpeg"> With a final scream of defiance, the Grand Mistress fell to the ground, her reign of terror finally over. The light faded, leaving behind a single moment of stunned silence. 003 rushed at him from the side, crying out proganda of the Order, but he was prepared here too, sidestepping and tripping his opponent, catching her as she fell to splash a vial of the formula in her face. She pawed at her face before suddenly, she stopped, seeming to relax as her eyes turned a pure white. 034 stood panting, his blade still raised, the weight of the battle etched upon his face. He had done it. [[Use the formula on the Grand Mistress]]

034's gaze hardened as he stared down at the Grand Mistress, her groans echoing across the chamber. "You came her to change her yeah? Kill her?" 034 asked, 003's eyes still glazed over. "Yes Sir. This one came to exact her revenge on the Grand Mistress before she learned the honor of serving The Order." He retrieved from his belt a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid – the brainwashing formula, "Then let's do just that." "As you command, Sir," 003 said, her voice devoid of emotion. 034 carefully administered the formula, watching as the Grand Mistress's eyes fluttered open, reflecting confusion and fear until they reflected nothing at all, a pure white and mindless. "Stand up." He commanded, and soon, the Grand Mistress moved to comply. "Who are you?" 034 asked. "I...am the Grand Mistress." The Grand Mistress replied, matter of factly. "No. You are not. You are a blank slate." "I...I am a blank slate." For a moment, the Grand Mistress seemed to resist, her will apparently incredibly strong, her whole body tensing, but after a moment she relaxed, accepting his words. "You will address me as Sir. And you will refer to yourself as "this one" you are not allowed to refer to yourself in the first person. I will refer to you as slave." 034 stated. "If you understand repeat my order back to me from now on." "Yes, Sir. This one is not allowed to refer to themselves in the first person. They are a slave." "What is the Order?" 034 asked. "The Order is absolute. The Order is above all else. The Order is the way, the truth, and the light." "Yes, and I am The Order." 034 added. "Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir. You are The Order. This one understands." [[Good. Now strip.]]

The Grand Mistress, her face a mask of neutrality, complied with 034's request, removing her uniform slowly, revealing her fit body. He observed her carefully, taking in every inch of her, watching as her hands pulled down the top of her leotard, revealing her incredible chest that seemed to defy gravity. "Are these real?" He asked. "No, Sir," she answered, her tone still even. "This one had her breasts augmented for her personal pleasure." 034 traced the curve of her breasts, feeling the softness and firmness beneath his fingertips. "You got your money's worth." He remarked. Satisfied with his examination, he stepped back to take in the rest of her naked form as it was revealed. The Grand Mistress stood straight, her gaze fixed ahead as she awaited further instructions. When she was finished, 034 circled her, looking her over, admiring her naked form. She stood, motionless, saluting him, her expression blank. "Turn around," he ordered, and she complied, turning slowly, presenting her firm, toned ass, her round, juicy cheeks, her tight, puckered hole. He ran his fingers along the smooth lines of her firm ass, eliciting a gasp from the Grand Mistress as he pressed against her sensitive entrance. "What is this?" "This is the hole for the pleasures of The Order, Sir?" she asked, her voice quivering. "That's right," he said, sliding his finger out, then shoving it back in, twisting it, causing her to moan. "And what does this one do with this hole?" "This one offers it to The Order for its pleasure, Sir." "That's right," 034 growled, spanking her hard, his hand striking her flesh, leaving a red mark on her ass. "You're twisted little mind understands. All it took was a simple change." "Yes, Sir. This one's mind is twisted." "You're a fucking bitch." 034 snarled, his free hand snaking its way between her legs, his fingers finding her pussy, parting her folds, sliding into her, making her cry out. "Yes, Sir," she gasped, her breath hitching, "This one is a fucking bitch." "You're a manipulative controlling, bitch of a mother," 034 snarled, pumping his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing her clit. "Yes, Sir," she cried, her pussy dripping, her hips rocking. "This one is a manipulative controlling, bitch of a mother. She is a monster, a sadist, a tyrant. She is a horrible human being. She is a bad person. She is evil. She is the worst. She deserves to die." 034 laughed. "No. You don't get to decide if you deserve to die. I do." [[Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.]]

He removed his fingers from her pussy, and slapped her ass again, causing her to gasp, then brought his hand to her mouth, pushing his slick fingers into her mouth, making her taste her own juices. He turned to 003, "003, get over here. Tell your mother what you've always wanted to tell her. Let your emotions out. Slave, you will grow more and more aroused the more humiliated and berated you feel from 003's words." 003's gaze, though still mindlessly obedient, was filled with hate, her jaw tightening. "You're a terrible mother. A cold-hearted bitch." "Repeat it back," 034 instructed, smacking the Grand Mistress's ass once more, causing her to squeal. "This one is a cold-hearted bitch," the Grand Mistress repeated. "You're the reason my father left." 003 snarled, her face reddening. "This one is the reason my husband left." The Grand Mistress parroted, her voice cracking. "You never loved me." 003 screamed. "This one never loved her daughter." 003 screaming continued "And you always loved Kennedy more than me!" "This one loved her daughter Kennedy more than her other daughter." The Grand Mistress echoed, her voice breaking. 003 was crying now, whatever brainwashing she had been through overloaded by her emotions. She had been told to let her emotions out, and she was nothing if not an obedient slave. he continued her tirade, screaming every negative thing she could think of, letting loose every negative thought and emotion she had, while 034 fucked the Grand Mistress from behind. The Grand Mistress's cries grew louder and more intense, her breathing heavy, her body quivering, her pussy wet. Her eyes rolled back, her lips quivering, her moans escaping. "Sir...may this one cum?" she managed to ask, her voice raspy. "No. You are not allowed to cum. You have not been a good girl. You still need to be punished. You will only cum when I give you permission, and you have not earned that." 034 replied, continuing to pound her, his balls slapping against her ass. [[This one understands sir.]]

"003, dominate this slave." 034 commanded. "Yes Sir." 003 smiled, her expression almost cruel. "This one understands. This one is ready. This one is more than ready. This one will dominate this slave." She unzipped her bodysuit, approached her mother, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her head up, forcing the Grand Mistress's lips to her own lower ones. "This is what you like, isn't it?" 003 whispered, her eyes burning into her mother's. "You like to dominate. You like to control. You like to humiliate. You like to hurt. This is how you like to be treated. This is how you treat others. You're a bitch. You're a mean-spirited, spiteful, malicious, evil, horrible, terrible person. And this is how you like to be treated." She shoved the Grand Mistress's head down, forcing her mouth onto her pussy, her lips wrapping around her daughter's cunt, her tongue sliding inside. The Grand Mistress's muffled replies and repetitions was almost indiscernible. 003 moaned, her fingers tangling in her mother's hair, her eyes closing. 034 grinned, watching the display. His cock throbbed, his balls ached, and he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. "This one will not cum, Sir. This one is not a good girl." The Grand Mistress managed to gasp between licks, her voice barely audible. "No. You're not. But you will feel agonizing pleasure, the most pleasure you have ever felt but you will not cum. Not until I will it." The Grand Mistress whimpered. 034 pulled her head up by her hair as 003 moaned from her own mother's ministrations. [[Beg. Beg to be fucked.]] 034 sneered.

"Please fuck this one, Sir. This one is nothing but a fucktoy. This one is a slave. This one is a whore. This one is a sex toy. This one is a fuckdoll. This one is a slut. This one is a cocksleeve. This one is an object. This one is a cumdump. This one is a bitch. This one is a bitch who needs to be used. This one is a whore, a cumdumpster, a worthless mother who favors one daughter over the other." The Grand Mistress cried. "Beg to be dominated." "Please dominate this one, Sir. Please humiliate this one. Please hurt this one. Please use this one. This one deserves to be degraded and humiliated. It makes this one so wet. It makes this one feel so good. It makes this one feel so naughty and depraved. It makes this one feel so ashamed. Please abuse this one, Sir. Please abuse this one's daughter. Please make this one a good girl, Sir. Please make this one feel so good." 034 released her head and she began to lick 003's pussy once again. 003 moaned, her eyes closed, her breath ragged. 034, on the verge of exploding, grabbed the Grand Mistress's hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. He pushed deeper, harder, faster, his cock twitching, his balls tightening. He exploded inside her, filling her womb with his hot seed. He pulled out, and a stream of white, thick semen poured out of the Grand Mistress's abused pussy, running down her leg, staining her stockings. 034 watched as her hole twitched, trying to keep the cum in, her pussy desperate to be filled. "Look at your daughter, and repeat what has been done to you." 034 ordered. The Grand Mistress, her eyes wide, stared up at 003. 003 smiled, a cruel, mocking smile. "This one has been filled with cum by The Order. This one is a filthy, disgusting whore. She has not cum but she has made The Order come as she was taken from behind. This one is a slave. This one is a bitch. This one is a sex doll. This one is a cocksleeve. She is an object. This one is a fuck toy. This one is an item. This one is a piece of meat." 034 smiled, "Good. You're never going to hurt your daughter or her friends again. You are done manipulating people. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir. This one will not hurt her daughter or her daughter's friends. This one will not manipulate anyone." "Very good." 034 turned to 003. "Let's get out of here. This place is set to blow." [[Just then]]

The room began to shake and crack as 034 looked around quickly, realizing that the Zappleverse World was collapsing. He had not found Rose's garden, not like he had found 003-Reagan's garden, but the brainwashing fluid had seemed to be enough to change her. He realized only now that he might have gotten terribly carried away. The floor began to split in two, shattering and crumpling beneath his feet as the world itself seemed to whine and groan around him. This was no time for morality, they needed to get out of here. "Pulitzer! Pulitzer! Come in! Do you read me? Seb! SEB!" Allison's voice crackled over their comm link. "Allison! It's Seb! Use the app and get out of here! Don't worry! I've got Reagan, we're out of here too! We're fine! Just go! That's an order!" "Yes, Sir!" she answered. Reagan, still mindless, awaited his orders. "Come on!" Seb shouted, pulling out his phone and swiping quickly for the app. "Take my hand!" "Yes Sir, this one will take your hand." Reagan reached her hand out and grasped his tightly. As the ground beneath him continued to rumble and quake, Seb felt a sense of calm wash over him as he swiped and selected the return home function on the app, and in a blinding flash of light, they were gone. [[A day later]]

SMACK! "Ah! 1 Sir! Thank you may I have another!" Reagan whimpered. SMACK! "Fuck! 2 Sir! Thank you may I have another!" Reagan whimpered Her ass cheeks jiggled as the Seb's palm struck her flesh, her tits heaving up and down, the nipple clamps pulling on her sensitive nubs. SMACK! "Fuck! 3 Sir! Thank you may I have another, Sir!" Her legs were spread, her ass and pussy completely exposed, her body was trembling and she was breathing heavily, her hands were restrained behind her back, held their by Seb's strong grip as she lay over his lap as Allison looked on. SMACK! "Mmf! 4 Sir! Thank you may I have another, Sir!" Allison could not take her eyes off of the display before her, Reagan was a complete submissive, her mind and body fully broken, fully conditioned to obey. Reagan was the school's ice queen, the ultimate bitch, the heartless, cool, beautiful and dangerously vain most popular girl in school but here she was mewling as she willingly submitted to Seb's punishment. Allison would never have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. "Oh Fuck!" Reagan wailed, her pussy spasming and dripping down Seb's pants. "That's five. I told you that the next time you came, you would be punished. I'm going to have to punish you. It seems I didn't break you fully enough." "No, no please Sir. Please punish this one." Reagan whimpered. "This one deserves her punishment." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Fuck! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10, Sir! Thank you may I have another Sir." Reagan moaned, her juices leaking from her pussy and dripping onto the floor. SMACK! "AH! 11 Sir! Thank you may I have another." "Your orgasms are mine now. When you orgasm, it is because I want you to. Understood?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir. This one is a fuckdoll." SMACK! "Fuck! 12 Sir, Thank you may I have another, this one is a piece of meat." SMACK! "13, Sir. Thank you may I have another, Sir. This one is a slave. This one will do anything. This one will obey." SMACK! "Ah! 14, Sir. Thank you may I have another Sir. This one will only have an orgasm when you want this one to have an orgasm. This one will only have an orgasm when she asks permission. This one is sorry that she put herself in danger and went off alone!" "Good girl. Very good girl. 20 spanks for being disobedient, 20 spanks for not listening, 20 spanks for thinking about her safety, 20 spanks for not thinking about your safety and 20 spanks for having an orgasm without asking for permission. 100 total. That will be your punishment. Then, you will apologize to Allison for what happened, and you will ask her to forgive you." "Yes Sir." [[Only 6 more to go.]]

They were at Reagan's house when Seb administered the punishment in her own bedroom. Reagan's house was most certainly nicer than any of theirs, more spacious, upscale and well furnished, but they were also waiting to see when Rose, Reagan's mother would return home. Both for the curiosity of what the changes would be from the Zappleverse to the real world and...if Seb was honest, because he just found her to be incredibly hot. He had thought deeply about the morality of what he had done in Rose's world, which, after some investigating in the app, was apparently called Boulder Eye, and ultimately deemed, that, at worst, he was a horrible person who was a manipulative fuck who deserved no better than the mother he had punished, but as he talked to Allison, and even Reagan had convinced that it wasn't truly that bad. It wasn't like they were forcing her to do anything, it was more like he was showing her the way to something that she already had inside of her, and she was a horrible person in the first place, and if anything, Seb and Allison had helped her become a better person, which was not something he said lightly. Rose had a mean streak and was a controlling, dominant bitch, she had Reagan's life a living hell, and if the Zappleverse was any indication, a lot of other people's lives horrible as well. She was a domineering, selfish, cruel, arrogant woman, and had a horrible personality. He wasn't going to argue that much. But he also couldn't deny that she was hot as hell, and a huge fucking MILF. But...even still. He wasn't sure how much of it was true and how much of it was just his own desire to rationalize what he had done and have a devoted MILF slave who was also the mother of his other now very much submissive slave as well. "Straight man wants harem fantasy to come true" wasn't exactly a breaking headline, he brooded. But he was here. He had done what he had done, and as Rose's car pulled up into the driveway, he sighed. He would just have to go with the flow. [[Mom's home. Are you guys ready?]] Reagan said.

"Yeah. We'll play this by ear. Hopefully, there isn't a scene or something." "It'll be ok. Remember, she's not a bad person, just a dominant bitch, right?" Seb offered. "Yeah no, she's a bad person. Or she was until you fucked her brains out. Literally." Reagan said with an evil smirk. Allison couldn't help but giggle, "I still wish I was there to see that." "Oh we're re-enacting it like real soon. We still haven't had you eat me the fuck out with that cute mouth of yours." Reagan smirked, making Allison blush. "Guys, remember, focus. Don't forget, I don't know the full extent of what's changed and I can't really tell, so just be cautious. If she's changed, or something is off, we can just say it's a prank, or we're roleplaying or something." "Or, you can just fuck her again. It worked once, I'm pretty sure it'll work twice." Allison teased. Seb sighed, "Alright. Let's just see what happens." The front door opened and closed, the three teens heard the sound of keys being put in the key ring holder, and the shuffling of Rose's bag. "Reagan?" Rose called out. "We're up here!" Reagan called out. They heard the clicking of high heels coming up the stairs and Rose's form came into view as she appeared at the top of the staircase. Seb's heart almost stopped. Rose's hair was tied up in a professional bun, and she wore a sharp suit jacket with a matching skirt. The skirt was tight and short, accentuating her long, shapely legs, and the suit jacket was form fitting, showing off her ample, round, and voluptuous curves. Rose's eyes were the same icy blue color as Reagan's, and the two shared the same beautiful, pale skin, her face was a perfect hourglass and her full red lips were curled into a wry, but professional smile. [[Mom. We've got guests. Allison and Seb]]

"Oh, hello, Reagan's friends. Allison and..." Rose's wry smile turned downward as if deeply uninterested until she heard Seb's name, she swayed and swooned slightly, "Seb, I...I'm Rose. Do I...Do I know you? Have we? Met before?" Rose asked, her face was flushed and flustered. "Sort of, Ms. Vandalham." "Oh, uh. Yes. Well, you are welcome in my home, make yourself at home. My home is your home. Do you need anything? Something to drink perhaps?" Rose asked, her entire demeanor noticeably changing. "Uh. No, Ms. Vandalham, but thank you." "Rose, please, no need for formalities, Seb." Rose said with a flirtatious wink. Reagan's jaw almost dropped, and Allison couldn't hide the wide, knowing smile on her face, and Seb was doing everything he could to hide the blush on his face. "I, uh, will be working in my office. Please do let me know if you need anything. I'd love to spend some time with all of you." Rose said. Rose gave a curt wave to the three teenagers, turned, and walked back down the hall, and into the study, closing the door behind her. "Holy. Fucking. Shit." Reagan whispered, her eyes wide. "Well, that's not exactly subtle." Allison giggled. "That was the most blatant case of Mommy-fucking ever." Reagan added, "And she NEVER is nice to any of my friends. Ever. Ever. Ever." "Well, let's not look a gift horse in the mouth. I think we could have her eating out of the palm of our hands, now." Seb smiled, "What do you think we should do? Just wait for her to finish work, and see what happens? Or...?" [[I've got a better idea]]

Rose looked over the reports and the financials and sighed. Her subordinate, Karla, had sent her these reports and as she looked them over she noticed a few errors. Again. And not just a few minor errors, but serious ones, too. Karla was a good worker and had been with her company since she founded it, but she had been making more and more mistakes as of late. Rose had been more than reasonable and forgiving, but at the rate she was going, she would have to fire her. It was either that or her business would collapse, and she would have nothing. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Rose Office 1.jpeg"> Rose rubbed her temples and took a sip of the cold, iced, coffee, and leaned back in her chair, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She could do this. It was only the rest of her life. Rose heard a knock at the door, and she looked up. "Come in." she said. Seb's head popped through the door, "Sorry, Ms. Vandalham, to disturb you, but...do you have a minute?" Rose was surprised at her own reaction as she said "Of course, Seb. Come on in. What can I help you with?" Seb opened the door and stepped into her study, and closed the door behind him. Rose's breath hitched, her heart pounded and she felt her stomach tighten as he locked the door. "I wanted to talk to you about something, Ms. Vandalham. And I think you might not want others to overhear." He seemed nervous for only a second, "Does the phrase, 'I am The Order' mean anything to you?" Suddenly, Rose' head began to swim, for only a moment. That was right she was a servant of The Order. An agent for their will. She trusted The Order. The Order was absolute. Seb put his hand on her shoulder, and Rose’s head flopped forward as she dropped the rest of the way. Standing behind her chair, he reached down and slipped one hand inside her top, finding his way inside her bra to fondle her, watching for any response. When she only elicited a small moan, he chuckled. [[Can you hear me, Agent?]]

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Casual 3.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Casual 1.jpeg"> Later that evening, Reagan, and Allison gathered at the dinner table as Seb plopped down a spread of sandwiches and soups ordered from a local eatery on Rose's credit card. Rose had insisted she order it for "her Master" and Seb had seen no reason to refuse in the end. He had fucked her for a solid 20 minutes, with her mewling and orgasming wildly on his cock, crying out that she was his anal slave. He had sent her away to masturbate to memories of their coupling before telling her to go to sleep and return to normal the next day when she awoke. Thinking on it now, he shook his head, the Zappleverse was incredible. Incredible and dangerous. He had gotten carried away in Rose's world, dominating her and reshaping her will. She was the easiest to rationalize, to be fair, Reagan had told him plenty of stories to ease his conscious, but still. Seb and his three ladies sat and ate, talking and laughing, with Rose asking questions about the school, and her daughter, and Reagan and Allison taking turns answering her and telling her stories about Seb, the newspaper, their lives as well as the Zappleverse. Seb could tell the conversation was a little forced, but it was better than the alternative, and Rose seemed to genuinely be trying. After the meal, Seb had Rose clean up while he took Allison and Reagan back to Reagan's room, where he could debrief the whole experience with them. "So...uh, any thoughts on how that went?" Seb asked, starting the conversation. "She's definitely different." Reagan offered, "But...I don't know, it could just be a change in persona after you fucked her. Crazy that you can activate her like that." "Yeah." Seb nodded, "But we didn't fuck for that long. It was more of a 20 minute...thing." "Well, whatever." Reagan shrugged, "The fact is, you dominated her will and made her into a total sub. Now she's a nice sub slave bitch, but a sub nonetheless. But, whatever. I can deal." "Ok." Seb nodded, looking at Allison. "What?" Allison said, smiling. "What's your take?" "My take is, I've never seen you go that hard, but it was kinda hot." "Kinda?" Seb said, cocking an eyebrow. "Yeah. Kinda." Allison smirked, and Reagan laughed and Seb observed the two of them, had they become friends in his absence? [[You two seem closer now]]

"Yeah, we are." Reagan smiled, "Turns out the only thing Allie and I needed was a little heart to heart, or in our case, pussy to pussy." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Casual.jpeg"> "Is that so?" Seb chuckled. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Casual 3.jpeg"> "Yeah." Allison laughed. "We uh...we sorta fucked each other as we spied on you and Ms. Vandalham." "What!?" Seb's mouth dropped open, "Really?" "Uh-huh." Allison's smile was almost devilish. "Fuck." Seb said, shaking his head, "It's like an orgy in there now." "I mean, kind of, yeah." Reagan said, "But, I gotta admit, the Zappleverse is pretty awesome. I can't believe the shit you get away with. It's like, a fantasy world where all your dreams come true, and no one is the wiser." "Yeah. But...it's also kind of terrifying, if you think about it." Allison added "I mean, yeah, I guess." Reagan shrugged, "But the real question is, are you going to fuck all the women you've ever lusted after, and make them your sluts?" "I mean...not really, no." Seb laughed. "But you could. I mean, look at my mom." Reagan argued, "You fucked her ass, and turned her into your anal slave, and she thanked you for it!" "Well, yeah, but-" "I don't know, man. That seems like a slippery slope. What happens when I start making everyone my personal slaves?" Seb said, "The headliner of 'straight male gets power and dominates women' is something I'd never want to have attached to my name." "Well one," Reagan started, "too late. You've already done that." "Hey! I haven't done it on purpose, and you know that. This was all the Zappleverse." "Yeah, but, that's kind of beside the point." Reagan continued, "Look, I'm not saying you should go out and make every woman on the planet your anal slave, but the fact is, you've already had a taste, and you liked it, and now it's something you have access to whenever you want." [[Yeah. So what?]]

"So," Reagan said, "What are you going to do? You can't just stop now. You know what you're doing works. And I mean, it's not like these women don't enjoy it too, right? You rock those pussies! My pussy being one of them. Allison being another. Even my fucking bitch of a mom is now just a bitch in heat around you." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Casual 2.jpeg"> Seb sighed, Reagan was not exactly convincing, but her words had sparked a few ideas in his head. Had Reagan and Allison really fucked while he and Rose--focus Seb! focus! "Allison, what do you think?" Seb asked. "I think it's a slippery slope, as you've said, but..." "But?" <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Casual 2.jpeg"> "But...I mean, there are certain girls who deserve to have their asses pounded." Allison said shyly, "And some of...well some of us want our asses pounded." Seb raised an eyebrow at this, "You mean, like, you and Reagan?" "No, not necessarily." Allison said, "I mean, I enjoyed it when we...fucked, and I know I want it again, but...I mean ok yeah. Reagan, no offense but you were a real...a real bitch. And I hate using that language, but you were really mean and inconsiderate to everyone. You used people, you put people down, including your friends." Reagan shrugged, "I mean, I'll take the compliment." "And we all get that you had your reasons. Seb knows even more than I do, but exploring your mother's Zapple world...I mean no one deserves to have a family environment like that. That's abuse and neglect at the very least." "Yeah. My mom was a huge bitch. Used to be at least." "Yeah." Allison nodded, "So...I mean, if the Zapple universe allows someone to have a second chance, to get away from a toxic situation, then maybe that's a good thing?" [[And we're thinking too small.]] Reagan added.

"What do you mean too small?" Seb asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ok, sure we can bag some attractive girls, add them to the harem and make this all very hot. But think about it. There are some fucked up people out there. Celebrities, politicians, criminals. If we can change them, hell, we could actually save the fucking world." "Oh my god." Seb rubbed his eyes, "I'm not going to turn into some vigilante justice hero or anything. That's too much, even for me." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Casual 4.jpeg"> "Why the fuck not?" Reagan asked, growing a little angry, "You're a journalist for the school's fake newspaper for what? A college resume builder? When you could be doing so much more. You can't tell me, in all your time in the Zappleverse, you haven't felt the thrill of changing someone's life. Because I sure have. I got to watch my bitch of a mother finally get some. And you know what? Daddy's company employs 200 people in this town. Every single one of their lives just got better because my mother is no longer a Class A, numero uno fucking cunt. You've already done it. If what Allison is saying is right, our whole school is better off because I'm not a total bitch now either. Imagine the lives you could change if you were serious about this." "Reagan." Seb said, holding up a hand, "I get what you're saying, I really do. But don't call yourself a bitch again, not unless we're doing some sexy roleplay thing ok?" "Whatever." Reagan sighed. Seb raised an eyebrow and quickly pivoted, "Fine! Fine! I'll be good." "Good girl." Seb said with a smile. Allison blushed, stepping back into the conversation, "At the very least, we should continue to explore Lena's World right? She's still missing and her other Zapple profile is...well different then the normal Lena we know. Right?" Seb nodded, "Yeah, but Lena as Nightclaw was being controlled by Punch Bunny or whoever Punch Bunny is working for. Mr. F I think she said? I'm assuming that's more than just a fun comic book reference. Nightclaw is seriously strong. Like...we might die going up against her strong. I think she literally hits just as hard as a hand grenade explosion." "So what do we do then?" Reagan asked, "That Punch Bunny slut needs a good ass kicking." "Yeah," Seb said, "We fought her decently well last time, but we both needed to get stronger. Reagan was inconsistent in landing blows and none of my abilities are strong enough. And I've fought alongside Allison twice now and we're not collectively strong enough either, not even the three of us." [[How about the four of us?]] Allison asked, "If we include Rose?"

"No, I assume that she's going to be at best, just as strong, if not weaker than we are. Though I guess we could bring her along too. We would just need to sync up our schedules." "So a bigger team? I mean, how many people do you have in the Zapple app?" Allison asked. "Just the three of you now plus Lena's new profile." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Casual 5.jpeg"> "I think I can help us with that." Reagan spoke up, "I found a match for my mom only AFTER she drank a Zapple. I added it to our weekly grocery list and as soon as I saw her drink one she appeared on my potential match list." Seb nodded, that answered a question of why Reagan, when she had drank a Zapple in his presence in the school gym had not just teleported away into the Zappleverse. "Ok that makes sense, so the Zapple I gave Allison sent her straight in. Because...it was mine? But any Zapple drinker is technically eligible? After they drink one? That's some weird logic but...it would explain some things. Your mom technically bought that Zapple for herself." "So what do we do?" Allison asked. "Easy." Reagan said, "who have we always wanted to fuck who is also a horrible person? We get them to drink a Zapple and BAM, we get another world to train in, we get more people to our team after we fuck the shit out of them, and we get a shot at finding Lena. It's a win-win-win." "Who would we even go for?" Allison asked. The three of them sat there for a moment, thinking about their options. "Maybe...Mr. Diaz?" Allison asked, blushing a bit, "he's kind of cute." "Mr. Diaz?" Seb asked, "The history teacher? Uh...is he particularly evil?" <img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Casual 4.jpeg"> Allison shook her head, "No he's actually really nice. I just always thought he was cute." "Hmm, not really what I was thinking." "Mrs. Saunders!" Reagan exclaimed, "she's a total cunt and she's been after my ass the entire semester." "Well that's certainly true." Seb acknowledged, Mrs. Saunders was not the nicest of teachers. "But ummm...she's like 75? And isn't it because you haven't turned in your homework?" "Don't bring that up." Reagan said with a scowl. "Maybe someone more our age? Like a classmate or something." Seb suggested. "Oh!" Allison's eyes went wide, "Ohh, what about Gemma?" Seb and Reagan both looked at her. "Gemma the new girl? I mean she's pretty and everything, but..." Reagan trailed off. "But what?" Allison asked. "I dunno." Reagan shrugged, "I mean she's got this hot goth skater vibe going on, but she's not really a part of anything is she? Like, you don't think she's like some kind of...I dunno, drug addict or something?" "That's really mean Reagan." Allison frowned, "It's a little unconventional, but I just think she seems really lonely and...well I did see her behind the school the other day talking to Cody." [[CODY!]] Seb exclaimed, "Oh my god. Of course!"

<img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Casual 6.jpeg"> "You want to fuck Cody Anderson?" Reagan gawked. "What? No! No! Cody, even for a guy is not attractive. No. But he's the only other suspicious connection to Lena AND he's a criminal, AND I tailed him the other day and he's been buying drugs off some rando criminal types. What about him?" "Oh my god. I mean, sure." Reagan said with a shrug, "Fuck it, Cody is a douchebag." "Are you serious?" Allison asked. Seb shrugged, "As much as I hate to say it, he's a great fit." "Recreational drug use isn't anything seriously bad." Allison said, "I mean I've never tried it but..." Reagan smiled, "Oh we know. We should try and get you high once. You'd be so cute." Allison blushed as Reagan moved closer to her, her hands stroking Allison like a predator. "It's not the drug usage per say. Just a lot of little things. It's at least worth looking into. If we find something, we might be able to investigate more about Lena as well as explore a new world. If he's just a druggy, then we can find something else." "Seems fair enough to me?" Reagan said with a shrug, "But I am not fucking Cody or a Cody Zappleverse doppelganger. He gives me the creeps." "I'm coming with you though." Allison said, "We can investigate better if it's two of us." "Three." Reagan chimed in. "I am not being left out of this either." "Ok it's decided then." Seb said, pulling up his Zapple app to check his matches once again, "Now the only question is if we can catch Cody drinking a Zapple sometime." "That's easy." Reagan said, [[Leave that to me.]]

<h6><img src= "images/CH (5)/Allison Slutty.jpeg"> Allison blushed as she walked towards the back of the school in a much tighter and shorter skirt than she was used to, in a much tighter and revealing top then she was used to, and with much more makeup than she was used to. "Do I look ok?" She asked Reagan, who was walking beside her. "You look perfect." Reagan replied, "Don't worry. It'll be fine." "Ok." Allison said, "I'll trust you." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Cody 2.jpeg"> They rounded the corner and saw Cody, as expected, leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. Reagan turned to her, "Ok, you've got this, just as we planned." Allison nodded, her heart racing as she took a deep breath. She could do this. She was a hero. "Excuse me." Allison called out as she approached, "Cody, right? We have a few classes together." "Yeah." Cody said, giving her an appraising look, "You're the nerd chick. Play tennis in that cute outfit?" Allison bristled a bit, "I'm Allison." "Yeah, Allison." Cody replied, "You need something?" "Actually I was hoping you could help me out." Allison replied, "My sister is moving away and I was going to get her a gift before she goes. I've heard that you're kind of an expert in this sort of thing." "Yeah?" Cody said, "Your sister got some cash for a going away present?" "Of course." Allison said, reaching into her bag and pulling out her wallet. "Nice." Cody said, "So what were you thinking?" "Well, I'm not really sure, that's kind of why I'm asking." Allison replied, "I was wondering if maybe you could show me some stuff and we could talk about it?" Allison did her best to make herself a little smaller, a little more feminine, as she stuck out her chest and looked up at him with big, puppy dog eyes. "I'm kind of busy right now." Cody said, "but how about you meet me back here at 7pm and I'll show you a few things?" Allison did a double take, it was a school night and Cody wanted her to wait until 7 pm? She glanced at her phone. "I was thinking we could do something right now." She said with a frown. "Right now?" Cody said with a laugh, [[You serious?]]</h6>

Seb and Reagan watched Allison from afar from the safety of Seb's car and a pair of binoculars. "You really think this is going to work?" Seb asked, "It doesn't seem like he's very interested." "Whose plan is this? This will work. Fucking trust me. Do you see her outfit? This is the sleaziest and hottest Allison has ever looked. She'll be putty in her hands." *** <h6>"Yeah. Right now." Allison said. "Look, babe. You seem sweet and all, but I've got better things to do." Cody said, taking a puff from his cigarette. "Fine. 7 o'clock then." Allison said, turning to walk away. "Hey." Cody said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her close, leaving Allison shocked as she was forcibly turned around, "Wait, a sec. How about you do me a favor first and I'll think about it." Cody said, "I've heard that you're kind of the goody two shoes type." "I'm not..." Allison began, before Cody cut her off. "Come on, I've heard that you don't drink, don't smoke, don't party. Well, how about you start by letting me see those nice tits of yours?" Cody asked, staring down at her. Allison frowned, she had really not wanted things to go this far. But...this was all in line with Reagan's plan. "Ok but...I want a Zapple first." [[A fucking what?]]</h6>

"See! It's working! They're leaving!" Reagan exclaimed, "Hurry! Start the car!" Seb did as he was told and started the car. It had grown tense for a second when Cody had grabbed Allison and Reagan had to practically tackled Seb back into his seat to prevent him from bursting out of the car. They drove carefully, following the duo until they reached a familiar convenience store only a block away. Cody went into the store, returning shortly thereafter with two Zapples in hand. Allison was visibly nervous, but took the bottle from him. She looked around nervously before she took a sip. "This is fucking crazy." Seb said. "Just watch. Watch and be amazed." Reagan said, slipping out of the car. *** <h6>Allison was still sitting in the car when Cody returned with a Zapple, "You're a fucking weird girl. You want to drink these together, and then you'll show me your tits?" "Yeah. Sure. That's the deal." Allison said, doing her best to smile. "Alright." Cody said, cracking open his own drink and taking a sip. Allison took a deep breath, and then popped open her own bottle. But right before she drank it, there was a rap on the window. "Hey! Open up, Cody, I need to talk to you." Reagan's voice came from outside the window. "Reagan! Fuck. What are you doing here?" "I told you, I fucking need to talk to you now leave that slut alone and get out here and talk to me!" "Fuck." Cody muttered, putting the Zapple down on the car seat, and opening the door. Allison breathed a sigh of relief. Reagan had shown up just in time. She watched as Reagan yelled at Cody a bunch and the two of them seemed to argue. Allison took the opportunity to slip out of Cody's car and run off to find Seb waiting for her in his own. "You ok?" Seb asked. "Yeah. It was intense, but we're done. Mission accomplished. Reagan is incredible." "Yeah, let's not forget the reason she's out there." Seb replied, pulling up his phone and opening the Zapple app. Allison looked over and saw Cody, his face filled with anger as he returned to his car only to find Allison missing. Angrily he looked around, kicked his car door once and then drove away in a huff. "Did you get it?" Allison asked. "Yup. We're a match." Seb confirmed, "Who'd ever thought I'd match on an app with Cody?" "Shit." Reagan said as she jumped back into the car, "He's got a good body, but he's got fucking nothing up stairs. What an idiot. So we got him?" "We got him." Seb replied. "Fuck yeah. Let's take his ass down." Reagan said with an evil grin. "You were incredible Rey." Allison said with a smile, "Thanks for saving me." Reagan leaned in, grabbing Allison's cheek, "I couldn't let innocent little Allie get all fucked up by that creepo right?" Allison blushed, "You do look good though Allison. That outfit is ...uh...really nice." Seb added, "Anyway. Mission accomplished. Let's get out of here." [[Allison's blush only grew.]]</h6>

<img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 5 Thank You 1.jpeg"> <b>A Big Thanks!</b> To you amazing players, Thanks for taking this epic journey with me! You're the best! I'm still hard at work on the next chapters, but I wanted to say thanks in advance for all the bug reports and typo checks. Please give the game a review and like on the site if you like it! More to come soon! <b>Cheers!</b> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 5 Thank You 2.jpeg"><h3>[[On to CH 6]]</h3><img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 5 Thank You 3.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 5 Thank You 4.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 5 Thank You 5.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 5 Thank You 6.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (4)/CH 5 Thank You 7.jpeg">

<img src= "images/CH (6)/Qualifier Arena.jpeg"> The air crackled with electricity, the stadium lights casting long shadows across the arena. Thousands of spectators roared, their voices a cacophony of anticipation as the two trainers took their positions.<h3>"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for! A pivotal clash that will determine who is going to make it to the Clear Crystal Cup! In the red corner, the resolute and resourceful Reagan, championing the noble Sebastien of Team Harem! In the blue corner, the enigmatic and ruthless Umbra, leading the nefarious Team Discord! Each trainer commands a formidable team, their strategies honed to perfection. Who will rise victorious and claim their spot in the upcoming championship cup? Let the battle begin!" An announcer called out over a loudspeaker as the crowd cheered.</h3> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Intro.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Intro.jpeg"> "We're counting on you, Reagan! Show them what Team Harem is made of!" Allison called out froom the sidelines. <<set $enemy1hp = 1000>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Umbra.jpeg"> "Loyalty and idealism are quaint relics in this world, Sebastien Norcross. Only power guarantees victory. Witness your pathetic Hokemon crumble before mine!" Umbra called out. <<set $hyperpotioncount = 3>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Seb Intro.jpeg"> "Don't underestimate us, Umbra," Sebastien countered, his voice firm. "Our bond is forged in trust and shared purpose! Alright Reagan! Let your steel shine and prove the strength of our conviction!" <<set $Hokéballcount = 10>> "Predictable. Laura, unleash your primal fury and crush their resistance!" <<set $activehokemon = 1>> [[Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]] <<set $hp = 200>> <<set $ep = 40>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $enemydefense = 1>> <<set $enemyattack = 1>> <<set $reaganhp = 200>> <<set $allisonhp = 200>> <<set $rosehp = 200>> <<set $gemmahp = 200>> <<set $chapter = 6>>

<img src= "images/CH (6)/Umbra.jpeg"> Crystal Contender Umbra wants to fight! Crystal Contender sent out Laura! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Laura Battle.jpeg"> <<if $activehokemon == 1>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Battle.jpeg"> Reagan stands ready to battle, determined. <<elseif $activehokemon == 2>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> Allison stands ready to battle, giving you a wave. <<elseif $activehokemon == 3>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Battle.jpeg"> Rose stands ready to battle, dutifully standing strong. <<elseif $activehokemon == 4>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> Gemma stands ready to battle with a smirk on her face. <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> What will Seb do? [[Fight|Fight Umbra Battle]] [[Bag|Bag Umbra Battle]] [[Hokemon|Hokemon Umbra Battle]] [[Run|Run Umbra Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Umbra Battle]] <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 4)>>  <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  You sense Laura's intention to use Feint Attack. <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  You detect Laura's Tail Whip upcoming, which will reduce your Defense by 1. <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 3>>  You anticipate Laura's attempt to use Double Kick. <</if>> You should plan your moves accordingly. <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "Umbra Battle Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Forced Party Switch Umbra Battle">> <</if>>

<img src= "images/CH (6)/Laura Defeated.jpeg"> With a final move, Umbra's last Hokemon fell defeated. The crowd erupted in applause, hailing their champion and his triumphant team. <img src= "images/CH (6)/Umbra Defeated.jpeg"> "An astounding performance from Team Harem! They've secured their spot in the Clear Crystal Cup! Congratulations to both trainers, you've proven your mettle and earned the respect of the spectators! "Ugh. Fucking great." Reagan groaned as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "Hey. I'm really proud of you guys. You did your best." Allison said, coming over and giving Seb a big hug. "And we managed to pull out the victory!" Rose stood demurely to the side of the group as Seb called her in, "Hey Rose, you did a good job too. Everyone get in on the hug." "Oh. Uh...alright Sir." Rose said, joining the group hug. "Is this really Cody's world? Like...his fantasy world is one of those lame Spokemon Games?" "Well, the realism is impressive, and the battles are intense. But yeah, I'd say that the fact that this is his fantasy is a bit embarrassing." Allison shrugged, "But...I mean mine is just Hall of Heroes world made reality so I guess I can't blame him." "Ugh. What a fucking nerd." Reagan said, "no offense Allison, but Cody TRIES to put up a cool air. What the fuck is all this?" Seb flipped through his phone, now doubling as a "Hokedex" that catalogued all of the various "Hokemon" he could capture. "Yeah difference here is Cody's world is HOkemon. Emphasis on the ho. Look." He said, showing them the Hokedex. "It's just a list of all the hot girls in our school plus others." "Oh my god, is a Hokemon a girl on Cody's fuck list?" Reagan exclaimed. "Ewwww." Allison whined. "Regardless," Seb said, gathering the group back together, "We've got to focus. We made our way through tournament so we're eligible for the Clear Crystal Cup. We've already collected 3 badges. We need to go challenge the 4th gym and get a little stronger. Luckily, this is all a very good place for us to just get stronger in general so it's definitely not a waste of time on that front. Do we think Cody is a worthy target to change?" "Uh yeah. He needs to be changed. How am I not on his fuck list? I am way hotter than Laura Ellis or Mandy Jacobs." Reagan scoffed. "I don't think we have enough evidence yet." Allison said, "But I do think the evidence is mounting." Seb nodded along. "Any thoughts Rose?" "No, Master." Rose said. "Good. Well, [[let's get on out of here then.]]" Seb said.

They arrived in Lavacliff Town a few hours later having biked all the way over. "You know. For such a big country supposedly, the towns are very close together." Allison remarked as they arrived. "Yeah, but those roads are a bitch with all the random hoes running about. We fought like three Mandy Jacobs on the way here." "At least her outfit was kind of cute though." Allison added. "Agreed. Hey Rose, do you mind checking us into the inn and getting our stuff set up while we go check out the gym?" Seb asked. "Of course Sir." Rose replied. "Great. See you soon." Rose bowed and headed off as the others headed towards the gym. The Lavacliff City Gym was a large, imposing structure, with stone pillars flanking the main entrance but as they arrived they noticed a sign, "closed for the moment. be back soon." "What the hell?" Reagan said, "Where the hell is the gym leader?" "Maybe they're out doing a patrol or something? I mean this is the fourth badge gym, so we probably should train up a bit before fighting it anyway." "I guess. Well, it's almost dinner." Seb said, "And there's supposedly some hot springs around here. Why don't we rest up after a long day of travel." "Sure. I'd be up for that." Allison said. [[I'm always down for a soak.]]

Later that night, after a hearty meal, a soak, and multiple rounds of sex with Reagan and Allison, Seb snuck off late in the evening to soak in the hot springs once again. Taking the time to himself he had a chance to reset and think. He had to admit, he was starting to have second thoughts about the whole "changing people" thing. While he still believed that Cody needed to be changed, Seb wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. Wasn't there a better way to get Cody to change? Couldn't he just talk to Cody and try to convince him? No. Who was he kidding. People didn't change like that. The only way to really make a change was to force a change. It wasn't fair. But sometimes life wasn't fair. A voice sliced through the mist, jolting Seb out of his thoughts. <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Hot Spring 1.jpeg"> "Well well, look who it is," Gemma smirked as she emerged from the fog. "Fancy meeting you here." Seb's heart leapt at the sight of her. It had been a while since he had seen Gemma, and she still took his breath away with her easy grace and playful smile. He couldn't help but ask, "Gemma? What are you doing here?" "Just taking a break from being an unbeatable gym leader," she winked, gesturing to the closed gym behind her. "The boys needed some time off so I figured I'd come soak in these amazing hot springs." "So you're the gym leader?" "Guilty as charged," she laughed, running a hand through her damp hair. "But enough about me, let's talk about those impressive Hokemon of yours. Saw you in the CCC qualifiers and dang, you've gotten strong!" "Uh Thanks. So...these hot springs belong to your gym?" "Nope, they're for the whole community to enjoy," Gemma explained, sinking deeper into the warm water with a satisfied sigh. "I just happen to benefit from them more often." Seb studied her closely, wondering if this version of Gemma was real or just a figment of Cody's imagination. She seemed so genuine, it was hard to believe she wasn't real in this moment. But he reminded himself that they were in Cody's virtual world after all. Just to be sure, he decided to test her knowledge. "I heard the water is rich in minerals and good for the skin and soul too." Gemma nodded enthusiastically. "You got that right! You know your stuff Sebby." She hesitated for a moment, her smile faltering. "But speaking of Cody, I have to ask...do you know what's going on with him?" "Cody..." Gemma's face clouded with a mix of emotions. "He's the eighth gym leader. Steel and electric type user. Super into computers and technology." "Yeah, that's the one," Seb confirmed. Gemma's expression turned melancholic for a brief moment before she shrugged it off with a playful shrug. "Well, let's just say he's a force to be reckoned with in both battles and good looks." "Huh. That's interesting. Do you think we'll have a problem with him?" "Oh, definitely, he's hella strong." she replied with a resigned sigh. "We're collaborating on a top-secret training and research program at the moment. Which means we can't take on any new clients until it's finished. Sorry about that." She gave a small shrug before adding, "But I'll be back in business soon, so come back then." "Hmm, what kind of research exactly?" Seb pressed. "Well, I can't disclose too much since it's classified, but let's just say Cody is trying to integrate his technology with Hokemon battles. He's particularly fixated on his newest creation, the Hypno Robot. But honestly, why bother with robots when he has me?" Gemma snorted derisively. "But hey, he's a scientist, they always have to tinker with something." "Hypno Robot?" Seb repeated thoughtfully. "Yeah, apparently it's supposed to be revolutionary. Outperforming Hokemon in multiple ways," Gemma confirmed with a hint of awe in her voice. Seb raised an eyebrow, his suspicions growing stronger. The way Gemma spoke about Cody and his Hypno Robot sounded convenient. This Gemma was just a projection of Cody's imagination, a fictional character created within the virtual world. Seb decided to dig deeper, determined to find the truth. "Tell me more about this Hypno Robot. What makes it so revolutionary?" he asked, trying to sound curious rather than suspicious. "Yes, he's always been one to chase after greatness," Gemma replied, her tone filled with ambivalence. "Sometimes I worry that his obsession might overshadow everything else." Seb frowned, her words were confusing him. Cody wasn't exactly known for being great at anything. His view of himself had him chasing after something great. What was great to Cody? A hot piece of ass? Gemma stood up, sighing, turning away from him with a smirk. Well...chasing after ass was...understandable. "Phew. Hot springs always get to me. You should get out too. Can't stay in here too long. It's not good for your head." "Oh right." Seb said, feeling his head swim. She was right. He shouldn't be staying in the water for so long. He had to leave. But as he turned to exit the pool, his eyes locked with Gemma's. Her gaze was intense, and her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Stay strong Sebby. I'll look forward to battling with you soon." <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Hot Spring 2.jpeg"> She left, her words ringing in his ears and he swore she swiveled her hips just a bit more for his benefit as he watched her go. [[Fuck.]]

<<if $mindControlledThugs > 0>> <<set $mindControlledThugs -= random(1, 2)>> An elbow to the chin, a knee to the gut, a slick hip throw sent a thug sprawling away from Reagan. He righted himself, lunging, desperation fueling his attack but Reagan was a shadow, already in motion. She vaulted over his outstretched arm, twisting mid-air, her leg whipping around in a vicious kneebar takedown. She landed atop him, pinning him to the ground with the bone-crunching pressure of her leg locked behind his knee. A hammer fist to the head took care of him as Reagan moved to fight any others coming her way. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard Killed 2.jpeg"> <<else>> Reagan attacks the Grand Mistress! <img src= "images/CH (5)/Reagan Spy Gun.jpeg"> <<set $ReaganAttack = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $ReaganAttack <= 30>>  Reagan's attack misses! <<else>>  Reagan strikes with serious power, dealing 100 damage to The Grand Mistress. “The Order is absolute!” She cries. <<set $enemy1hp -= 100>> <</if>> <</if>> [[Continue the fight!|it was time to fight]]

He continued to toy with her tits and she leaned into the pleasure. This boy, no this man was The Order. She would have objected to his hands in any other situation. But something about her state right now was open. Curious. Accepting. She served The Order. He could do as he pleased. His hand moved down to her waistband and slipped his hand beneath her skirt. His fingers brushed against her slit through the thin fabric of her panties, and her body twitched in response. He slipped a finger under the waistband of her panties and pulled them aside. Then two fingers slid inside her and her body shuddered and spasmed. She was wet. Very wet. She realized she had been wet all day, frustrated and wet, and her mind processed this information in a new light. She had been wet and frustrated thinking about this man. His commanding presence and the way he had treated her before, whenever that had been, she was longing for this. "Agent, I require much of you today. Are you willing to serve?" Rose's mind whirled. Her brain was foggy, and her thoughts were confused and jumbled, but one thing was clear: The Order required her. Her body was wet, and her loins ached with need. "I am a servant of The Order. I will serve." "Good. First, you will address me as 'Master'. You are my personal property, and I can use you however I see fit." "Yes, Master." Rose's voice was soft, and dreamy. "Take off your shirt." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Rose Office 2.jpeg"> Rose pulled her arms from the sleeves of her blouse and reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, pulling the straps off her shoulders and dropping it on the desk. Her heavy tits hung in front of her, and her nipples stiffened and grew taut in the cool air of her office. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Rose Office 3.jpeg"> "Now the skirt, and remove your panties and stand up." <img src= "images/CH (5)/Rose Office 4.jpeg"> Rose lifted her hips and pushed her panties down to her knees, then stood, letting them fall around her ankles, stepping out of them. She stood before him, her hair tousled and messy, her face flushed, and her eyes glazed over, her mouth open. Seb moved forward, cupping one of her tits in his hand, his thumb rolling her nipple between his fingers. She gasped, savoring the honor of The Order pleasuring her. She was an agent of The Order, it was a pleasure to serve. He pressed his lips to hers, and she opened her mouth, accepting his tongue as it slid into her mouth. Rose's eyes widened in surprise as she felt her body responding. His hands slid down her bare back and grabbed her ass, his fingers kneading her soft flesh pulling her close, pressing her body against his, and his cock, hard and erect. Rose felt her own pussy moisten with arousal. This boy, no, this man, was The Order, and her body was reacting as such. [[You're wet, aren't you, Agent?]] Seb asked.

"Yes, Master." There was no question, no hesitation in her response. There was no need for hesitation, no space for it, serving The Order. "Get on your knees, and worship my cock." Rose's legs shook as she knelt before him. He unzipped his pants, and she watched with hungry eyes as his cock sprang free, fully erect and throbbing. This was her chance to serve but she waited patiently. She dare not move too quickly. "Now suck it." Rose leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the head of his cock, licking the tip and tasting the pre-cum leaking from the tip. She slowly took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and her Master groaned. His cock twitched and Rose's pussy clenched at the sound. Seb's cock filled her mouth, the heat and taste of his cock intoxicating. Her eyes fluttered shut as she began bobbing her head back and forth, sucking and slurping at his cock. She reached up, cupping his balls and stroking them gently, eliciting a gasp from her Master. She sucked and licked his cock, savoring the taste of it, the feel of it. Her pussy was aching, her clit throbbing. She felt her Master's hands on her head, and her eyes snapped open. He grabbed a handful of her hair and thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Rose gagged and sputtered, her throat spasming, but her Master kept pushing. "Fuck, yes!" She focused, this was her Master's will. The Order's will. She would serve him dutifully. She focused her breathing. Her Master's cock slipped past her gag reflex, and she took him deeper and deeper, swallowing his cock. "Yes, that's it, Agent. That's a good girl. [[Suck that cock.|Not until you're filled with my cum]]

Her Master's words were like music to her ears, and her body sang. His cock throbbed, and his balls tightened. She was about to swallow his cum. She was excited and anxious, her pussy dripping wet. But suddenly he pulled away. Hiding her disappointment, she looked up at him longingly, awaiting her next order. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Rose Office 5.jpeg"> "Stand up and spread your ass, bend over the desk." Rose did as she was told, leaning over the desk, spreading her ass cheeks, and presenting herself to her Master. "Now beg." "Please, Master, fuck my pussy." He slapped her ass, "No, I want your ass. Beg me to take your ass." "Please, Master, please fuck my ass." "You can do better then that. I want you to really beg." "Please, Master. I want you to take my ass. Please, use my ass. I'm begging you. Please, please, fuck my ass." Seb pressed his cock against her ass, and she moaned, pushing back against him. He slapped her ass again, "What a naughty slut. Pressing up against me. Keep begging. Did I tell you to stop?" "Please, Master. Please fuck my ass. I'm begging you. My ass is yours to use. Please, use it. Use me. I am your anal slave. Your personal property. Use me. Please, use me." Seb thrust his cock deep into her ass, and her whole body shuddered, her ass tightening around his cock. She cried out in pure joy. She was being filled by her Master. She was serving The Order. "Oh, yes. Please, Master. Please, use me. Please, fill my ass. Fill me with your cum. Please, use my ass. Please, use my asshole." He pumped his cock into her ass, grunting with each thrust. She could feel his cock throbbing, and her own body responded. She could feel her orgasm approaching. "Please, Master. Use me. Please. Fill me with your cum. Make me your personal cum dumpster." Her Master's cock pistoned inside of her. Her body quaked and trembled, her pussy pulsing. "Please Master. This one is about to cum. May she cum?" [[Not until you're filled with my cum|You know]]

<h6>From the cracked door, Allison and Reagan watched as Seb lowered his pants and briefs. His dick hung, half-hard. "Holy shit. It's...it's fucking huge." Reagan whispered, "Ok, I already know that but...like he's really hard right now." "I mean...your mom is really pretty." "I know. Goddamn, she's, uh, she's really into it." "Yeah, she is." Allison watched as Rose took the whole cock into her mouth. "Fuck." Seb moaned, his dick twitching and growing harder. "She's pretty good, huh?" Reagan whispered. "Oh, totally. We should ask her for some notes after Master is finished fucking her." "Fuck, yeah, that's it. [[Take it all, fuck.|Suck that cock.]]"</h6>

<h6>"You know, he's not around, you don't have to call him Master with me." Reagan added as they watched, her fingers finding her way under the lining of her shorts. "Oh, right. Well, uh, I mean, I like saying it." Allison blushed, "It's...it's fun." "Yeah, totally." Reagan added, her fingers sliding into her pussy, her eyes focused on the room, "So, uh...we're like both his..." "Sex slaves? Harem girls?" Allison giggled, "He gets really flustered when I tease him about it." "Yeah. He's really into it. I mean, I think he tries to play it off like it's not a big deal, but like, he's definitely into it. He loves having girls like us." "No, I think he's just really sweet and he wants to make sure everyone's doing ok and doing well. But well...if you're always giving giving giving. And you never take back? I could imagine it would feel really nice to take something every once in awhile." "That's a nice way of saying fuck the shit out of us." "Yeah, but I mean, the heart wants what the heart wants. And Seb's heart wants us." "Yeah, it does." Reagan sighed, "And he's so fucking good at it too." "Oh, totally. God. Like, I don't think I've ever been this horny before. Or felt this good." "Yeah. Me neither." Reagan added, "And, fuck, look at him, he's gonna cum any minute. Are you uh...playing with yourself too?" "Mmmhmmm." Allison nodded, as they both watched the hot scene playing out before them. "Do you uh...want to?" "Fiinger each other to get off? Yes please." Allison said. "Thank god. I thought I was being weird but this is really turning me the fuck on." "Me too. Ohhh, I'm so wet." "So am I." They moved closer to each other, and the room, their hands quickly sliding into each other's panties, their lips meeting in a hot, wet kiss even as Seb fucked Rose's ass just a few feet away. [[Later that evening|Later that evening 2]]</h6>

There's no running from a trainer battle! [[Back|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]]

Who will you send out there? <<if $reaganhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Reagan|Switch to Reagan Umbra Battle]] <<else>> Reagan no longer has the will to fight. <</if>> <<if $allisonhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Allison|Switch to Allison Umbra Battle]] <<else>> Allison no longer has the will to fight. <</if>> <<if $rosehokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Rose|Switch to Rose Umbra Battle]] <<else>> Rose no longer has the will to fight. <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]]

<h3> Items Hyper Potions: <<print $hyperpotioncount>> Hokéballs: <<print $Hokéballcount>> </h3> [[Use a Hyper Potion|Use a Hyper Potion Umbra]] [[Use a Hokéball|Use a Hokéball Umbra]] [[Back|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]]

<<if $activehokemon == 1>> What will Reagan do? [[Mega Punch|Mega Punch Umbra Battle]] [[Rage|Rage Umbra Battle]] [[Thunderbolt|Thunderbolt Umbra Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 2>> What will Allison do? [[Double Slap|Double Slap Umbra Battle]] [[Soft-Boiled|Soft-Boiled Umbra Battle]] [[Bubblebeam|Bubblebeam Umbra Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> What will Rose do? [[Mega Kick|Mega Kick Umbra Battle]] [[Glare|Glare Umbra Battle]] [[Giga Drain|Giga Drain Umbra Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 4>> What will Gemma do? [[Extreme Speed|Extreme Speed Umbra Battle]] [[Fake Tears|Fake Tears Umbra Battle]] [[Flamewheel|Flamewheel Umbra Battle]] <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]]

<<if $activehokemon == 1>> Reagan is already out there! <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==2>> Great work Allison! That's enough! <<set $allisonhp = $hp>> <<set $activehokemon = 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Reagan! <<set $hp = $reaganhp>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> That's enough Rose! <<set $rosehp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $reaganhp>> <<set $activehokemon = 1>> Go Reagan! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 4>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> That's enough Gemma! Good work out there! <<set $gemmahp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $reaganhp>> <<set $activehokemon = 1>> Go Reagan! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]] <<set $activehokemon = 1>>

<<if $activehokemon ==2>> Allison is already out there! <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==1>> Amazing Reagan! Come back! <<set $reaganhp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $allisonhp>> <<set $activehokemon = 2>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Allison! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==3>> That's enough Rose! <<set $rosehp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $allisonhp>> <<set $activehokemon = 2>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Allison! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==4>> That's enough Gemma! Good work out there! <<set $gemmahp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $allisonhp>> <<set $activehokemon = 2>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Allison! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]] <<set $activehokemon = 2>>

<<if $activehokemon ==3>> Rose is already out there! <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==1>> Amazing Reagan! Come back! <<set $reaganhp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $rosehp>> <<set $activehokemon = 3>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Rose! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==2>> Great work Allison! That's enough! <<set $allisonhp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $rosehp>> <<set $activehokemon = 3>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Rose! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==4>> That's enough Gemma! Good work out there! <<set $gemmahp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $rosehp>> <<set $activehokemon = 3>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Rose! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Battle.jpeg"> <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]] <<set $activehokemon = 3>>

<<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 80>>  <<set $damageDone = random(80, 120) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Reagan use Mega Punch!" you cry! Reagan obeys running forward to deliver a powerful punch dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Take that motherfucker!" She taunts. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Reagan use Mega Punch!" you cry! Reagan tries to use Mega Punch, but it misses and she lets loose a string of expletives! <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Attack.jpeg"> [[Umbra strikes back]]

<<if $ep >= 1>>  Rose glares at the enemy! <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 67>> The enemy is paralyzed by Rose's Glare! Rose used 1 EP! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Attack.jpeg"> [[Use Mega Kick|Mega Kick Glare Umbra Battle]] [[Use Giga Drain|Giga Drain Glare Umbra Battle]] <<set $ep -= 1>> <<else>> Rose's Glare failed to paralyze the enemy! Rose used 1 EP! <<set $ep -= 1>> [[Umbra strikes back]] <</if>> <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Umbra Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 85>>  <<set $damageDone = random(60, 120) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Reagan use Thunderbolt!" you cry! Reagan obeys unleashing an arcing bolt of lightning dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Get shocked, bitch!" <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Reagan use Thunderbolt!" you cry! Reagan tries to use Thunderbolt, but it misses! <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Thunderbolt.jpeg"> <<set $ep -= 1>> Reagan used 1 EP! [[Umbra strikes back]] <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Umbra Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 85>>  <<set $damageDone = random(45, 85) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Allison use Bubblebeam!" you cry! Allison nods unleashing a highly concentrated stream of bubbles at incredible speeds dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Wow! That was pretty AND fun!" she exclaims. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Allison use Bubblebeam!" you cry! Allison tries to use Bubblebeam, but it misses! "Sorry Seb!" She calls back. <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Bubblebeam.jpeg"> <<set $ep -= 1>> Allison used 1 EP! [[Umbra strikes back]] <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Umbra Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(55, 95) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Rose use Giga Drain!" you cry! Rose immediately obeys, drawing the energy of her opponent to herself, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $hp += $damageDone / 2>>  Giga Drain healed you for <<print $damageDone/2>>! <<else>>  "Rose use Giga Drain!" you cry! Rose tries to use Giga Drain, but it misses! <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Giga Drain.jpeg"> <<set $ep -= 1>> Rose used 1 EP! [[Umbra strikes back]] <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>> <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Umbra Battle]] <</if>>

<<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(20, 40) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Reagan use Rage!" you cry! Reagan obeys, growing extremely angry as she charges and lets loose a wild series of attacks dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Take that motherfucker!" She taunts. <<set $playerattack +=1>> Reagan's Rage increases her attack! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Reagan use Rage!" you cry! Reagan tries to use Rage, but it misses and she lets loose a string of expletives! <<set $playerattack +=1>> Reagan's Rage increases her attack! <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Attack.jpeg"> [[Umbra strikes back]]

<<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(90, 150) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Rose use Mega Kick!" you cry! Reagan obeys immediately running forward to deliver a powerful kick dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Rose use Mega Kick!" you cry! Rose tries to use Mega Kick, but it misses and she bows her head in shame. <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Attack.jpeg"> [[Umbra strikes back]]

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Attack.jpeg"> <<set $hp += 100>> "Allison, use soft-boiled!" She looks at you strangely but shrugs, "Ok Master!" She somehow produces some soft boiled eggs and eats some, healing herself. <<set $ep -= 1>> Allison used 1 EP! [[Umbra strikes back]] <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Soft-Boiled.jpeg"> <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>> <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Umbra Battle]] <</if>>

<img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Attack.jpeg"> <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 85>>  <<set $damageDone = random(40, 80) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Allison, use Double Slap!" Allison uses Double Slap, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Uh you deserve it! Yeah!" Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <<else>>  "Allison, use Double Slap!" Allison tries to use Double Slap, but it misses! "Sorry Seb!" She calls back. <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Attack.jpeg"> [[Umbra strikes back]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive != 1>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(1, 3)>>  <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Laura Attack.jpeg">  <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>>  <<set $damageDone = random(20, 80)>>  Laura used Feint Attack, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  Laura used Tail Whip! Your Defense is reduced by 1! <<set $playerdefense -= 1>> Your Defense: <<print $playerdefense >> <<else>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $enemyattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $enemyattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 85>>  <<set $damageDone = random(40, 140) * $damageMultiplier>>  Laura uses Double Kick, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <<else>>  Laura tries to use Double Kick, but it misses! <</if>> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>> Using the Third Eye drains your energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining your energy. <</if>> <</if>> Your Ego Points: <<print $ep >> Your Hit Points: <<print $hp >> [[Continue|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]]

<<if $activehokemon == 1>> Reagan fainted! <<set $reaganhokemondefeated = 1>> <<set $hp = 200>> <<if $allisonhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Allison Umbra Battle]] <</if>> <<if $rosehokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Rose Umbra Battle]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 2>> Allison fainted! <<set $allisonhokemondefeated = 1>> <<set $hp = 200>> <<if $reaganhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Reagan Umbra Battle]] <</if>> <<if $rosehokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Rose Umbra Battle]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> Rose fainted! <<set $rosehokemondefeated = 1>> <<set $hp = 200>> <<if $reaganhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Reagan Umbra Battle]] <</if>> <<if $allisonhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Allison Umbra Battle]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $allisonhokemondefeated == 1 && $reaganhokemondefeated == 1 and $rosehokemondefeated == 1>> <<goto "Whited Out">> <</if>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>>

You can't use that in a trainer battle! [[Back|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]]

<<set $hp += 120>> You use a Hyper Potion and restore 120 HP. Your current HP: <<print $hp>> <<set $hyperpotioncount -= 1>> [[Umbra strikes back]]

Seb is out of usable Hokemon! ... ... ... ... Seb whited out! [[Game Over]]

<<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(90, 150) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Rose use Mega Kick!" you cry! Reagan obeys immediately running forward to deliver a powerful kick dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Rose use Mega Kick!" you cry! Rose tries to use Mega Kick, but it misses and she bows her head in shame. <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Attack.jpeg"> [[Return|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]]

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(55, 95) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Rose use Giga Drain!" you cry! Rose immediately obeys, drawing the energy of her opponent to herself, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $hp += $damageDone / 2>>  Giga Drain healed you for <<print $damageDone/2>>! <<else>>  "Rose use Giga Drain!" you cry! Rose tries to use Giga Drain, but it misses! <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Attack.jpeg"> [[Return|Trainer Umbra wants to battle!]] <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>> <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Mega Kick instead!|Mega Kick Glare Umbra Battle]] <</if>>

The adventure continues! Thanks for experiencing my little game. If you had a blast (or even a near-death experience!), I'd be eternally grateful if you shared your thoughts in a review. Leave a like or share, or just post on the forum. Your feedback helps me build even more captivating worlds for you to explore. -beets <<set $hitChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $hitchance ==1>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/End of Current Content.jpeg"> <<elseif $hitchance ==2>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/End of Current Content 2.jpeg"> <<elseif $hitchance ==3>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/End of Current Content 3.jpeg"> <<elseif $hitchance ==4>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/End of Current Content 4.jpeg"> <<else>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/End of Current Content 5.jpeg"> <</if>>

Allison scanned the noisy tavern, taking in the rowdy patrons and the flickering candlelight. She fidgeted with her fingers, trying to process everything that had happened. <img src= "images/CH (2)/Tavern.jpeg"> Seb leaned in, concern etched on his face. "How are you feeling? What do you want to do? We can go back, I'll take you." Allison shook her head, the movement strangely detached from the whirlwind within. "No, I'm… just trying to catch my breath." A shaky breath escaped her lips, carrying away a sliver of the shock. "I just need a moment to… make sense of it all." Seb settled back, mirroring her stillness with a silent understanding. "Take all the time you need," he murmured, his gaze scanning the unfamiliar throng like a ship searching for safe harbor. Allison's own eyes drifted across the scene, landing on the bustling streets beyond the tavern walls. Strange creatures mingled with humans, their forms woven from the fabric of her own imagination. It was beautiful, chaotic, and utterly terrifying. "So, this is a dream world?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Seb chuckled, a dry, nervous sound. "Technically, yes. But also… not quite." Allison raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Seb shrugged. "The short answer is magic. The longer answer...well, it's complicated." "Magic?" Allison repeated incredulously. Seb winced, a flicker of frustration battling the concern in his eyes. "Look, I know it sounds crazy. But how else do you explain… all of this?" He gestured at the scene around them, the absurdity palpable in the air. Allison conceded the point with a silent nod. Magic, or something equally impossible, held sway here. Anything seemed plausible in this realm spun from her own daydreams. "So, we're not even truly here?" she mused, the concept both unsettling and oddly freeing. Seb surprised her with a wry smile. "Present, but not entirely. This place exists, Allison, but it's not our reality. Though, believe it or not, I've been here before." He hesitated, then added, "Not this exact one, but… another like it." Allison's eyes widened in surprise. "You have? How?" "[[Well, I used Zapple]]. Like I said before."

"The drink? You're kidding, right? I still don't know if I get it." Seb shook his head. "I wish I was. But I just tapped on the screen and a prompt popped up that said 'leaving the world.'" "A...prompt? What is going on Seb? Why does Zapple do this? It's just a social media app!" Allison exclaimed drawing a few stares from those around them, immediately quieting down. "Or like a quirky juice drink? Like...Minute Maid doesn't do this right?" Seb nodded, trying to reassure her. "I know it sounds crazy, Allison. I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't experienced it. But somehow, the Zapple drink works like a portal between our world and this one. It's as if the drink links to the imagination of the person consuming it and opens a gateway to a world created from their thoughts and interests." Allison crossed her arms, still trying to process the information. "So, we just find another Zapple drink, and it'll take us back? Just like that?" "Essentially, yes," Seb confirmed. "Though I'm not sure how easy it will be to find one here. This world seems to follow its own rules, and we might need to search a bit. Probably easier to use the app itself." Allison let out a slow breath, her mind racing with the possibilities and implications of their situation. "Okay, so we look for this Zapple drink, or use your app. But in the meantime, we're stuck in a fantasy world that came out of my own imagination. That's... a lot to take in." They sat in the tavern for a moment, Seb allowing Allison some time and space. It gave him a chance to look around the room, which was bustling with activity. The tavern was packed with people, many of whom appeared to be adventurers of various kinds. He turned back to her. "Look Allison, we can discuss this back in the real world, unless you want to explore. I'm not really sure about most of this. In fact, I know almost as much as you do. I don't know why Zapple can do this, why your world is like this, how I can match with people in Zapple, travel to worlds and why you drinking my Zapple transported you here or why my clothes stayed comfy while yours turned into… well, that." Allison looked down at her outfit, as if registering for the first time that her clothes had changed. "Ummmm oh my god!" Allison let out a loud cry as she hunched to the ground and covered her chest. [[Allison had realized just how revealing her outfit was.]]

If you've already read the story before and forgot to save, feel free to jump ahead! <img src= "images/CH (1)/Skip Ahead.jpeg"> <h3>[[Jump to CH1 Part 2|Lena's world]]</h3><h3>[[Jump to CH2|On to CH 2]]</h3> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Skip Ahead 2.jpeg"> <h3>[[Jump to CH3|On to CH 3]]</h3> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Skip Ahead 3.jpeg"> <h3>[[Jump to CH4|On to CH 4]]</h3><h3>[[Jump to CH4 Part 2|She hit yes]]</h3> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Skip Ahead 4.jpeg"> <h3>[[Jump to CH5|On to CH 5]]</h3><h3>[[Jump to CH5 Part 2|A chartered plane]]</h3> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Skip Ahead 5.jpeg"> <h3>[[Jump to CH6|On to CH 6]]</h3> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Skip Ahead 6.jpeg"> <h3>[[Whoops! Nope, I want to go back|Untitled Passage]]</h3> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Skip Ahead 7.jpeg">

"So, let me get this straight," Allison said, looking at Seb with an amused expression. "Gemma here isn't real? And she closed the gym?" Seb nodded, his expression serious. "Exactly." "Well, that explains a lot." Allison murmured, turning to face the sign on the gym door. "What do you mean?" Seb asked. "It means we can't get her fucking badge!" Reagan exclaimed, frustration evident in her voice as she kicked the door. "What the hell is she doing with that sleazeball motherfucker?" Seb had called Reagan and Allison early that morning, informing them of his findings and they had immediately met up at the gym. "I mean, it makes sense," Seb shrugged, trying to keep his cool. "This is Cody's world. He probably thinks Gemma is hot so in his twisted mind, she likes him too." "That's so stupid," Allison huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I know right?" Reagan laughed bitterly, shaking her head in disbelief. "No, I mean, why would Cody think he can be with a woman like her? He's totally gross." Allison said. Reagan gave a sympathetic pat on Allison's back. "Oh Allie, men have an incredible ability to believe whatever they want about themselves. And most of the time, it's just their delusional ego talking." "He can't see his own flaws," Seb chimed in, nodding in agreement. "And unfortunately, we men can be pretty dumb like that." "Well, it's good that we're able to explore here without his knowledge with a much, much more reasonable man," Reagan said, glancing at Seb with an appreciative look. "Right, Seb?" "Right" Seb replied, trying not to feel too flattered. "So, with this info, we can't get a badge. I just assumed we'd fight Cody in the Clear Crystal Cup. Or like, challenge the Fuckable Five." "I still can't believe that's what he's calling the Elite Five in this world." Allison sighed in exasperation. "Elite what?" Reagan asked. "It's a game thing, never mind for now. I can show you later though, if you'd like." Allison said with a smile. "Pass." Reagan said with a roll of her eyes. She turned to Seb "What are we going to do?" "I think..." Seb said, "We need to go find out what Cody is up to with this Hypno Robot." "[[How are we going to do that?]]" Reagan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Seb paused for a moment, contemplating the question. His mind raced with possibilities, but he knew he had to be cautious. The last thing they needed was to alert Cody to their presence. "We'll have to tail Gemma," Seb finally replied, his voice filled with determination. "She seemed to have some connection with Cody, and if we want to get to the bottom of this, we need to see where she's headed." Allison and Reagan exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the risks involved. But they trusted Seb's instincts and knew that they had come too far to turn back now. The trio searched for Gemma, finding her soon, buying a few supplies at the local market. Laying as low as they could, they followed her out of town to the mountain paths surrounding the city. As they followed Gemma, Seb couldn't help but take in the majestic landscape around them. The towering mountains loomed above, yet there were frequent clearings and well-worn paths for travelers to pass through. Gemma seemed to be in no rush, stopping every so often to consult her Hokegear map. Eventually, she led them to a cable car that would transport them up the mountain. As the trio ascended, they were met with a breathtaking view of the sprawling city below. Allison couldn't help but gasp at the sight. However, their peaceful ride was soon interrupted as they watched Gemma's car switch over to a different cable system, heading in a separate direction from theirs. "Fuck!" Reagan cursed. "It's okay, it's okay. We can figure something out," Seb said. "You have an electric skillset, Allison you have water, Rose has grass. Too bad none of you are a sky type." "A what?" Reagan questioned. Their car continued to move up the mountain, away from where Gemma was heading. Seb frantically looked around for any way to change their route, but found nothing until... "I have an idea!" he suddenly exclaimed, spotting the emergency ladder on the side of the car. Without hesitation, he began to climb down. "Are you serious right now, Seb?" Reagan asked incredulously. "We have to think outside the box if we want to catch up with Gemma," Seb replied determinedly. "But there aren't any other cable lines!" Allison pointed out. Seb called back as he descended, "Who said anything about using a car? [[We'll just have to improvise!]]"

The trio trudged along the treacherous mountain path, following Gemma's faint trail. The air was thin and their legs burned with exertion. Just when they thought they were making good progress, they came upon a fork in the trail that led to a steep descent into a foreboding cave. "Great. We're fucking lost." Reagan sighed, her patience growing thin. "It's okay, we'll just have to retrace our steps." Allison said, trying to keep the mood up. "Actually, this may be exactly what we want." Seb said, noticing the opening was big enough for the three of them to pass through. "Let's go in." "Whatever," Reagan grumbled, but she followed along. "I don't understand, but you're the Master or Sir or whatever." The inside of the cave was pitch black and they had to feel their way forward with hands outstretched. The ground felt slick and each step required caution. Eventually, they stumbled upon a small clearing in the cave and Seb called for a break. "Okay, I think we can rest here for a bit." "Finally," Reagan groaned, stretching out on the ground. "I can't see shit." "Uh...can't you like...electrify yourself and light up the cave?" Allison asked. "Huh," Reagan mused, "I didn't even think of that." "Well, let's take a minute to catch our breath and strategize. I have a feeling we're on the right track." "I hope you're right," Allison sighed as she sat down on a nearby rock. A deafening roar reverberated through the cramped cave, sending chills down their spines. "W-what was that?!" Allison exclaimed, her voice shaking. "It sounds like a Hokémon. But a big one" Seb said, his expression serious. "Shit. That's all we need." Reagan said, standing up. Reagan muttered, rising from her spot on the cold ground. The roar echoed again, closer this time. Seb gestured for them to get into position. "Stay close, and stay quiet." He whispered, "Whatever you do, don't run." They moved cautiously as a group, trying to find a hiding spot away from the raging creature. But as they crept through the darkness, the noise grew in intensity. "I don't think it's coming closer, I think...it's getting louder?" Seb shouted over the wailing of the Hokemon. "What kind of Hokemon makes a noise like that?" Allison asked, her voice wavering with fear. "I don't know, don't care. Let's just get the fuck out of here." Reagan shouted. "No." Seb shook his head, "We're going in." "Are you crazy?!" Reagan exclaimed, but Seb had already moved ahead. "Goddamnit! If I wasn't a mindfucked slave this would be..." "What was that?" Allison asked with a chuckle. "Nevermind." Reagan said. Reagan started to say before being interrupted by Allison's chuckle. "What did you say?" Allison asked curiously. "Forget it," Reagan grumbled as she followed behind Seb's confident strides towards the source of the terrifying roar. The two girls could only hope they were making the right decision as the [[roars grew louder and louder.]]

They stumbled past rock formations and bubbling lava pools, finally reaching a more open space overlooking a deep cavern. A wave of heat washed over them, the air thick with the acrid tang of sulfur. Taking a cautious peek over the ledge, they were blinded momentarily by a flash of blinding white. When their vision cleared, the chamber was slowly revealed, bathed in an eerie, pulsating glow. <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Trapped.jpeg"> In the center, amidst a swirling vortex of energy that crackled with unnatural electricity, stood a terrifying spectacle. It was Gemma, but… not. She was clad in a skintight outfit and strapped into some of energy machine. A deafening roar ripped from her throat, a guttural cry that echoed through the cavern and sent shivers down their spines. But within that monstrous roar, they could still hear the whimpers of a girl in pain, Gemma's spirit struggling against the dark forces that held her captive. <img src= "images/CH (6)/Cody Hokemon.jpeg"> Standing close by, bathed in the reflected crimson glow of the molten lava below, was Cody. He wore a maniacal grin, his eyes gleaming with unholy triumph. His lab coat, singed and stained by volcanic ash, flapped around him like a macabre banner. In his hand, he held a pulsating device, crackling with unnatural energy, the source of the vortex that imprisoned Gemma. "Check this out!" Cody crowed, his voice echoing through the chamber. "The legendary [[Hokemon Gemma-Ho-Don!]]"

Approaching the fireplace, Seb glanced over the crackling flames, the warmth and light still eery in the wake of the mansion itself. [[Check the mantle]] [[Go back|Fireplace Lounge + Stairs]]

Seb checked the mantle, his hands sliding on top to feel around as he stood on his tip toes, finding nothing. [[Go back |Check the fireplace]]

Searching the Main Hall for supplies yields little in the ways of ammunition or supplies. [[Go back|Main Hall]]

Searching the bodies of the defeated shamblers yields some shotgun ammo. <<set $shotgunammocount +=5>> <<set $south3shamblerssearched = 1>> [[Go back|The shamblers were protecting what?]]

<<if $south1searched != 1>> You find a hand grenade stuffed into a vase. Strange...but you'll take it. <<set $handgrenadecount += 1>> <<set $south1searched = 1>> <<else>> You already searched here. <</if>> [[Go back|Go south1]]

<<if $south2searched != 1>> You search around in the armoire only to cut yourself on a piece of sharp glass. <<set $hp -= 2>> <<set $south2searched = 1>> <<else>> You already searched here and cut yourself. <</if>> [[Go back|Go south2]]

<<if $south4searched != 1>> You find some handgun ammo in a small broken lockbox in the corner near some overgrown hedges. <<set $handgunammocount += 2>> <<set $south4searched = 1>> <<else>> You already searched here. <</if>> [[Go back|Go south4]]

Surprisngly, you find nothing but bibles and tomes. [[Return|Cathedral]]

As he examined the statue more closely, Seb spoke the name on the statue hearing a clicking sound after he said it aloud. He noticed that the gargoyle's stony chest seemed slightly different from the rest of its weathered form and that part had now shifted slightly. There was a faint seam running across its chest, as if it could be opened. It appeared that the gargoyle held a hidden compartment of some kind. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Gargoyle Key.jpeg"> Reaching inside, he found a silver key, which he quickly pocketed. <<set $denkey =1>> <<set $gargoylepassword =1>> [[Return|Examine the statue]]

Seb swallowed hard, his gaze darting between the bewitching Kennedy and Reagan's vacant eyes. This wasn't how he saw his end, trapped in a macabre family reunion. In a desperate gambit, he hurled the vial, a glittering arc against the crimson glow of the twilight. <<set $reagandefeatedscene = 1>><img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Defeated 1.jpeg"> The vile concoction splashed over Reagan, coating her skin in a shimmering sheen. A guttural cry ripped from her throat, the darkness receding from her eyes like a tide pulling out. Hope clawed at Seb's heart, only to be dashed by the venomous sneer curling Rose's lips. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Defeated.jpeg"> With a flick of her wrist, the Queen activated the spider-device. Reagan convulsed, the light in her eyes extinguished in a blink. She crumpled to the ground, not a monstrous undead, but a broken shell. Despair gnawed at Seb as he watched Reagan fall, but there was no time to mourn. <<set $antivirus = 0>> The vial's magic seemed to have no effect on Kennedy. If anything, it fueled her demonic hunger. Her eyes turned molten gold, radiating with unholy power. With a predatory growl, she lunged at Seb, clawing for his soul. <<set $enemy2hp = 250>> [[One down, two to go|Kennedy is Fighting!]]

Seb swallowed hard, his gaze darting between the bewitching Kennedy and Reagan's vacant eyes. This wasn't how he saw his end, trapped in a macabre family reunion. In a desperate gambit, he hurled the vial, a glittering arc against the crimson glow of the twilight. <<set $reagandefeatedscene = 1>> The vile concoction splashed over Reagan, coating her skin in a shimmering sheen. A guttural cry ripped from her throat, the darkness receding from her eyes like a tide pulling out. A strangled cry of despair echoed from Rose's lips as Reagan stumbled forward, free from the spider-device's control. But the victory was short-lived. With a hiss of fury, Rose unleashed a bolt of dark energy, slamming into Reagan's chest. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Defeated 1.jpeg"> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Reagan Controlled Defeated.jpeg"> Reagan fell, limp and still, not a shambling husk but a broken mortal. <<set $kennedydefeatedscene = 1>> The vial's splash had grazed Kennedy, triggering a reaction. Her demonic form flickered, the molten gold in her eyes dimming. But instead of returning to human form, a chilling transformation ensued. The succubus vanished, replaced by a shambling corpse, her eyes vacant, hunger replaced by the mindless gnaw of undeath. <img src= "images/CH (3)/Kennedy Zombie.jpeg"> She shambled and moved but Seb sensed no threat from her as he turned to face the Queen alone. <<set $antivirus = 0>> [[Two down, one to go|Reagan Kennedy is controlled! Victory]]

You don't find any ammo but you do find some notes indicating that the belongings in the desk belong to a, <span class="book-text"> John Vandalham </span> Who that is exactly you're not sure, but Reagan doesn't have any male siblings. Perhaps her father? [[Finish reading|Open the door to the north]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set _roll = random(1, 100)>> <<if _roll <= 5>> You try and fail to use your psychic powers to manipulate the collapsing buildings and debris! The Third Eye helped you but luck wasn't on your side! [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <<else>> <<set _option = random(1, 3)>> <<switch _option>> <<case 1>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings around you, you use your psychic powers to create a barrier to help guard against the Kaiju's next attack! It helps you guard against the attack! The Third eye helped you! <<set $guarding to 1>> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <<case 2>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings around you, you use your psychic powers to create a barrier to help guard against the Kaiju's next attack! The Kaiju's attack is completely blocked by the collapsing building! [[Nightclaw attacks!]] <<case 3>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings around you, you use your psychic powers to damage the Kaiju! You dealt 250 damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= 250>> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <</switch>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set _roll = random(1, 4)>> <<switch _roll>> <<case 1>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings around you, you use your psychic powers to create a barrier to help guard against the Kaiju's next attack! It helps you guard against the attack! <<set $guarding to 1>> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <<case 2>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings around you, you use your psychic powers to create a barrier to help guard against the Kaiju's next attack! The Kaiju's attack is completely blocked by the collapsing building! [[Nightclaw attacks!]] <<case 3>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings around you, you use your psychic powers to damage the Kaiju! You dealt 200 damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= 200>> <<case 4>> You try and fail to use your psychic powers to manipulate the collapsing buildings and debris! [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <</switch>> <</if>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set _roll = random(1, 100)>> <<if _roll <= 5>> You try and fail to manipulate the altered terrain! The Third Eye helped you but luck wasn't on your side! [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <<else>> <<set _option = random(1, 2)>> <<switch _option>> <<case 1>> You spy an oil tanker, thrown into the air due to the shifting terrain. You use your psychic powers to catch and throw the tanker and it explodes onto the Kaiju, covering it with slick and flamable oil. The altered terrain makes the Kaiju vulnerable to fire attacks! The Third Eye helped you! <<if $ep >=4>> [[Fireball Time!|Fireball Kaiju Battle 2]] <<else>> You are out of EP to use your Fireball attack! [[Damn...|The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <</if>> <<case 2>> You spy a ruptured water tank, rolling onto the street and you use your psychic power to rip it open, pouring out a torrent of water onto the flaming streets around you. The water and fire combine to put the fire out but also create a concealing steam fog, increases your evasion, making it harder for the Kaiju to hit you! The Third Eye helped you! <<set $guarding =1>> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <</switch>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set _roll = random(1, 3)>> <<switch _roll>> <<case 1>> You spy an oil tanker, thrown into the air due to the shifting terrain. You use your psychic powers to catch and throw the tanker and it explodes onto the Kaiju, covering it with slick and flamable oil. The altered terrain makes the Kaiju vulnerable to fire attacks! <<if $ep >=4>> [[Fireball Time!|Fireball Kaiju Battle 2]] <<else>> You are out of EP to use your Fireball attack! [[Damn...|The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <</if>> <<case 2>> You spy a ruptured water tank, rolling onto the street and you use your psychic power to rip it open, pouring out a torrent of water onto the flaming streets around you. The water and fire combine to put the fire out but also create a concealing steam fog, increases your evasion, making it harder for the Kaiju to hit you! The Third Eye helped you! <<set $guarding =1>> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]] [[Nightclaw attacks!]] <<case 3>> You try and fail to manipulate the altered terrain! [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]] <</switch>> <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <<set $damageDone = random(40, 80) + 10>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and manifest a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. The fireball explodes, igniting the oil on the Kaiju dealing more damage! Your fireball was super effective! <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <</if>> [[The Kaiju Retaliates!]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set _roll = random(1, 100)>> <<if _roll <= 5>> You try and fail to use your psychic powers to manipulate the collapsing buildings and debris! The Third Eye helped you but luck wasn't on your side! [[The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]] <<else>> <<set _option = random(1, 3)>> <<switch _option>> <<case 1>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings nearby, you work to create a path with the rapidly shifting terrain to create an opening for Nightclaw! [[Try to create an opening for Nightclaw]] <<case 2>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings nearby, you work to create a path with the rapidly shifting terrain to create an opening for Nightclaw! [[Try to create an opening for Nightclaw]] <<case 3>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings nearby, you work to create a path with the rapidly shifting terrain to create an opening for Nightclaw! [[Try to create an opening for Nightclaw]] <</switch>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set _roll = random(1, 4)>> <<switch _roll>> <<case 1>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings around you, you use your psychic powers to create a barrier to help guard against the Kaiju's next attack! It helps you guard against the attack! <<set $guarding to 1>> [[The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]] <<case 2>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings around you, you use your psychic powers to create a barrier to help guard against the Kaiju's next attack! The Kaiju's attack is completely blocked by the collapsing building! [[Nightclaw attacks!]] <<case 3>> Utilizing the collapsing buildings around you, you use your psychic powers to damage the Kaiju! You dealt 200 damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= 200>> <<case 4>> You try and fail to use your psychic powers to manipulate the collapsing buildings and debris! [[The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]] <</switch>> <</if>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set _roll = random(1, 100)>> <<if _roll <= 5>> You try and fail to manipulate the altered terrain! The Third Eye helped you but luck wasn't on your side! [[The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]] <<else>> You work to create a path with the rapidly shifting terrain to create an opening for Nightclaw! [[Try to create an opening for Nightclaw]] <</if>> <<else>> <<set _roll = random(1, 3)>> <<switch _roll>> <<case 1>> You spy an oil tanker, thrown into the air due to the shifting terrain. You use your psychic powers to catch and throw the tanker and it explodes onto the Kaiju, covering it with slick and flamable oil. The altered terrain makes the Kaiju vulnerable to fire attacks! <<if $ep >=4>> [[Fireball Time!|Fireball Kaiju Serious Battle 2]] <<else>> You are out of EP to use your Fireball attack! [[Damn...|The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]] <</if>> <<case 2>> You spy a ruptured water tank, rolling onto the street and you use your psychic power to rip it open, pouring out a torrent of water onto the flaming streets around you. The water and fire combine to put the fire out but also create a concealing steam fog, increases your evasion, making it harder for the Kaiju to hit you! The Third Eye helped you! <<set $guarding =1>> [[The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]] [[Nightclaw attacks!]] <<case 3>> You try and fail to manipulate the altered terrain! [[The Kaiju Retaliates! Seriously!]] <</switch>> <</if>>

<<set $playerDefeatedThugs = random(1, 3)>> <<set $mindControlledThugs -= $playerDefeatedThugs>> <<if $playerDefeatedThugs == 1>> The thug's arm whipped past Seb's ear, a blur of snarling teeth and grimy knuckles. Seb pivoted on his heel, dodging another haymaker. His adrenaline roared, a tidal wave in his veins. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard Killed 1.jpeg"> Seizing the opportunity, Seb delivered a precise palm strike to the assailant's pressure point just below his ear. The thug convulsed, his eyes rolling back in his head, before slumping unconscious to the ground. <</if>> <<if $playerDefeatedThugs >= 2>> The first thug lunged, a meaty fist aimed at Seb's face. He ducked under the blow, pivoting like a viper, and countered with a vicious elbow strike to the attacker's solar plexus. The man doubled over, gasping for air, leaving him momentarily vulnerable. Seb whirled around, targeting the second thug. A well-placed kick to his knee sent him crashing to the ground, a guttural roar ripping from his throat. Now, it was a whirlwind of controlled violence. Seb flowed like water, weaving through punches, grappling limbs, and unleashing precise strikes. One by one, the thugs fell. A fist connected with Seb's jaw, sending a wave of pain through him, but he gritted his teeth and countered with a hammer strike to the attacker's temple. <</if>> <<if $mindControlledThugs <= 0>> Reagan focuses on attacking the Grand Mistress, dealing an extra 15 damage to $enemy1hp. <<else>> Despite their efforts, a few thugs remained. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard 3.jpeg"> <</if>> [[The Grand Mistress attacks!|Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]]

<<set $playerDefeatedThugs = random(1, 3)>> <<set $mindControlledThugs -= $playerDefeatedThugs>> <<if $playerDefeatedThugs == 1>> The thug's arm whipped past Seb's ear, a blur of snarling teeth and grimy knuckles. Seb pivoted on his heel, dodging another haymaker. His adrenaline roared, a tidal wave in his veins. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard Killed 1.jpeg"> Seizing the opportunity, Seb delivered a precise palm strike to the assailant's pressure point just below his ear. The thug convulsed, his eyes rolling back in his head, before slumping unconscious to the ground. <</if>> <<if $playerDefeatedThugs >= 2>> The first thug lunged, a meaty fist aimed at Seb's face. He ducked under the blow, pivoting like a viper, and countered with a vicious elbow strike to the attacker's solar plexus. The man doubled over, gasping for air, leaving him momentarily vulnerable. Seb whirled around, targeting the second thug. A well-placed kick to his knee sent him crashing to the ground, a guttural roar ripping from his throat. Now, it was a whirlwind of controlled violence. Seb flowed like water, weaving through punches, grappling limbs, and unleashing precise strikes. One by one, the thugs fell. A fist connected with Seb's jaw, sending a wave of pain through him, but he gritted his teeth and countered with a hammer strike to the attacker's temple. <</if>> <<if $mindControlledThugs <= 0>> No thugs remain, though the Grand Mistress will surely call more over soon. <<else>> Despite your efforts, a few thugs remain. <img src= "images/CH (5)/Order Guard 3.jpeg"> <</if>> [[The Grand Mistress attacks!|Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set $roll = random(1, 100)>> <<if $roll <= 75>> You successfully destroy the Grand Mistress' commlink! <<set $commlink = 1>> <<else>> Your attempt to destroy the commlink fails! <</if>> <<else>> <<set _roll = random(1, 2)>> <<if _roll == 1>> You successfully destroy the Grand Mistress' commlink! <<set $commlink = 1>> <<else>> Your attempt to destroy the commlink fails! <</if>> <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set _roll = random(1, 100)>> <<if _roll <= 5>> You try and fail to notice anything useful in the environment! The Third Eye helped you but luck wasn't on your side! [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]] <<else>> <<set _option = random(1, 3)>> <<switch _option>> <<case 1>> Using a combination of bodies, furniture and your agility, you force the Grand Mistress to take bad angles and positioning while attacking you. <<set $guarding to 1>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]] <<case 2>> You spy a vial of mind control fluid nearby the Grand Mistress! [[Try to exploit the vial|Try to exploit the vial 2]] <<case 3>> You close the distance with the Grand Mistress, attacking and grappling her mitigating her ability to attack you. You slam her up against a wall, dealing 20 damage to her. She kicks you off, creating some more space with a snarl. <<set $enemy1hp -= 20>> [[Not bad|it was time to fight 2]] <</switch>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set _roll = random(1, 3)>> <<switch _roll>> <<case 1>> Using a combination of bodies, furniture and your agility, you force the Grand Mistress to take bad angles and positioning while attacking you. <<set $guarding to 1>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]] <<case 2>> You try and fail to notice anything useful in the environment! The Third Eye helped you but luck wasn't on your side! [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]] <<case 3>> You close the distance with the Grand Mistress, attacking and grappling her mitigating her ability to attack you. You slam her up against a wall, dealing 20 damage to her. She kicks you off, creating some more space with a snarl. <<set $enemy1hp -= 20>> [[Not bad|it was time to fight 2]] <</switch>> <</if>>

<<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<set _roll = random(1, 100)>> <<if _roll <= 5>> You try and fail to notice anything useful in the environment! The Third Eye helped you but luck wasn't on your side! [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]] <<else>> <<set _option = random(1, 3)>> <<switch _option>> <<case 1>> Using a combination of bodies, furniture and your agility, you force the Grand Mistress to take bad angles and positioning while attacking you. <<set $guarding to 1>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]] <<case 2>> You spy a vial of mind control fluid nearby the Grand Mistress! [[Try to exploit the vial]] <<case 3>> You close the distance with the Grand Mistress, attacking and grappling her mitigating her ability to attack you. You slam her up against a wall, dealing 20 damage to her. She kicks you off, creating some more space with a snarl. <<set $enemy1hp -= 20>> [[Not bad|it was time to fight]] <</switch>> <</if>> <<else>> <<set _roll = random(1, 3)>> <<switch _roll>> <<case 1>> Using a combination of bodies, furniture and your agility, you force the Grand Mistress to take bad angles and positioning while attacking you. <<set $guarding to 1>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]] <<case 2>> You try and fail to notice anything useful in the environment! The Third Eye helped you but luck wasn't on your side! [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]] <<case 3>> You close the distance with the Grand Mistress, attacking and grappling her mitigating her ability to attack you. You slam her up against a wall, dealing 20 damage to her. She kicks you off, creating some more space with a snarl. <<set $enemy1hp -= 20>> [[Not bad|it was time to fight]] <</switch>> <</if>>

How do you want to exploit the vial? [[Shoot the vial]] [[Shadow Strike the vial]] [[Fireball the vial]] [[Swords of Light the vial]]

How do you want to exploit the vial? [[Shoot the vial|Shoot the vial 2]] [[Shadow Strike the vial|Shadow Strike the vial 2]] [[Fireball the vial|Fireball the vial 2]] [[Swords of Light the vial|Swords of Light the vial 2]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $ep -= 3>>  034 attacks the vial with a shadowy strike causing the mind control fluid to splash and explode onto the Grand Mistress! She takes 250 damage! The Shadow Strike can't miss! <<set $enemy1hp -=250>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|it was time to fight]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]]

<<set $roll = random(1, 2)>> <<if $roll == 2>> 034 shoots the vial causing the mind control fluid to splash and explode onto the Grand Mistress! She takes 250 damage! <<set $enemy1hp -=250>> <<else>> 034 tries to shoot the vial but misses! <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> <<set $roll = random(1, 2)>> <<if $roll == 2>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  034 fires a fireball at the vial causing the mind control fluid to splash and explode onto the Grand Mistress! She takes 250 damage! <<set $enemy1hp -=250>> <<else>> 034 fires a fireball at the vial but misses! He still hits the Grand Mistress though! <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Grand Mistress's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <</if>> <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|it was time to fight]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 10>>  <<set $ep -= 10>>  <<set $roll = random(1, 2)>> <<if $roll == 2>> 034 shoots the vial with a sword of light causing the mind control fluid to splash and explode onto the Grand Mistress! She takes 250 damage! <<set $enemy1hp -=250>> <<else>> 034 tries to shoot the vial with a sword of light but misses! <</if>> <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|it was time to fight]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> <<set $roll = random(1, 2)>> <<if $roll == 2>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  034 fires a fireball at the vial causing the mind control fluid to splash and explode onto the Grand Mistress! She takes 250 damage! <<set $enemy1hp -=250>> <<else>> 034 fires a fireball at the vial but misses! He still hits the Grand Mistress though! <<set $damageDone = random(6, 45)>> <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  <</if>> You channel your energy and cast a mighty fireball, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Grand Mistress's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|it was time to fight]] <</if>> [[Your foe retaliates! |Grand Mistress 2 Battle Retaliation]]

The Third Eye can't give you an answer but if you look around for some personal affects you might be able to understand what this statue is...or was. It looks to have been transformed and disfigured from whatever it originally was into this gargoyle. Maybe in a bedroom or study you could find some information? <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> This is not essential for completing this Chapter/the Estate! <<set $ep -=3>> [[I just want the fucking answer]] Cost 15 EP [[Back to the puzzle |I think so]]

Welp, guess you don't like puzzles! <img src= "images/CH (1)/Third Eye.jpeg"> <<set $ep -=15>> [[Statue Unlocked]]

What are you going to try and do? [[Try to focus your Ego into a big attack on the guards]] Costs 10EP [[Look for an opening to attack the Princess of Great Price]] Costs 3EP [[Team up with Allison to try and really fight in tandem]] Costs 3 EP

<<set $ep -= 3>>   <<set $brainstormAttempt = random(1, 10)>>  <<if $brainstormAttempt lte 4>>  Using the Third Eye works! Seb uses his Third Eye to identify the Princess' weakness! Her scepter is magical and creating an illusion of hundreds of guards! You're fighting the air! [[Take out the Scepter!]] <<else>>  Despite Seb's efforts, his Third Eye doesn't do much this turn. There has to be a trick to this fight?! The hordes of guards seem endless...the Third eye will surely reveal something soon... [[Continue the fight|POG Guard Battle Retaliation]] <</if>>

You're not strong enough to do anything like this yet! Your Fireball is the best you've got and it's not enough so far! [[Go back|Fight the Princess' guard]]

You team up with Allison to launch a series of attacks. You thin the guard ranks but by only so much. <<set $guardcount -= 3>> [[Continue the fight|POG Guard Battle Retaliation]] <<set $ep -= 3>>

How do you want to take out the scepter? [[Attack the Scepter with a melee strike]] [[Shadow Strike the Scepter]] [[Fireball the Scepter]]

Seb attempts to break through the guards to attack the Scepter! <<set $roll = random(1, 2)>> <<if $roll == 2>> Seb dodges and weaves through the guards to get a strike onto the Scepter! He dodges out of the way of a few guards who move rapidly to protect their charge. <<set $enemy1hp -=2500>> <<else>> Seb tries to break through the guards to attack the Scepter but can't manage to find an opening! <</if>> [[The guards retaliate! |POG Guard Battle Retaliation]]

<<if $ep >= 3>>  <<set $ep -= 3>>  Seb attacks the Scepter with a shadowy strike causing the Scapter to shatter! The Shadow Strike can't miss! <<set $enemy1hp -=5000>> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <img src= "images/CH (1)/Shadow Strike.jpeg"> <<else>> You do not have enough Ego to perform this attack.  [[Go back|Take out the Scepter!]] <</if>> [[The guards retaliate! |POG Guard Battle Retaliation]] <<set $nightclawopening = 1>>

<<if $ep >= 4>>  <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> <<set $roll = random(1, 2)>> <<if $roll == 2>> <<set $ep -= 4>>  034 fires a fireball damaging the Scepter, causing it to shatter! <<set $enemy1hp -=5000>> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <<set $nightclawopening = 1>> <<else>> 034 fires a fireball at the Scepter but is off the mark! Because of the wide area of effect, it still damages the Scepter! <<set $enemy1hp -=2500>> <img src= "images/CH (1)/Fireball.jpeg"> Enemy's health is now <<print $enemy1hp>>. <</if>> <<else>> You lack the energy to summon a fireball.  [[Go back|Take out the Scepter!]] <</if>> [[The guards retaliate! |POG Guard Battle Retaliation]]

"Stay sharp, team," Seb murmured, his voice a whisper against the crackling energies that filled the cavern. <img src= "images/CH (6)/Hypno Robot Intro.jpeg"> Dressed in a long trench coat of vivid yellow, its fur-trimmed collar framing her face, Her features, almost ethereal, held a robotic precision that belied her apparent humanity. Pale skin seemed almost porcelain and her features were sharp and angular. <i><b>She must be the Hypno Robot that Gemma was talking about earlier.</b></i> "So, Cody, is this your grand plan? Locking up innocent people and turning them into your mindless cronies? I always knew you were twisted, but this takes it to a whole new level." Seb called out. "I'll take that as a compliment." Cody's grin widened as he surveyed the scene, taking in the terrified expressions of his captive audience. "Ya see," he began, his voice dripping with sinister delight, "I have discovered a way to harness the power of natural energies, to transform Hokemon into my loyal legendary Thots!!" "Right. All the baddies are belong to us, or something." Seb shook his head. <<set $enemy1hp = 2000>> "Let's just kick his ass." Reagan snarled. He locked eyes with Gemma, seeing the flicker of fear and pain in her gaze. "[[Hold on Gemma, we're coming for you.|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]]" he whispered under his breath. <<set $hp = 200>> <<set $ep = 40>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $enemydefense = 1>> <<set $enemyattack = 1>> <<set $safeguard = 0>> <<set $gemmafreed = 0>> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = 0>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = 0>> <<set $activehokemon = 1>> <<set $gemmahp = 200>> <<set $allisonhp = 200>> <<set $reaganhp = 200>> <<set $rosehp = 200>> <<set $allisonsleep = 0>> <<set $reagansleep = 0>> <<set $rosesleep = 0>> <<set $gemmasleep = 0>> <<set $allisonpoisoned = 0>> <<set $reaganpoisoned = 0>> <<set $rosepoisoned = 0>> <<set $gemmapoisoned = 0>>

<img src= "images/CH (6)/Cody Hokemon.jpeg"> Gym Leader Cody wants to fight! Gym Leader Cody sent out Hypno Robot! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Hypno Robot Battle.jpeg"> <<if $activehokemon == 1>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Battle.jpeg"> Reagan stands ready to battle, determined. <<elseif $activehokemon == 2>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> Allison stands ready to battle, giving you a wave. <<elseif $activehokemon == 3>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Battle.jpeg"> Rose stands ready to battle, dutifully standing strong. <<elseif $activehokemon == 4>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Fire.jpeg"> Gemma stands ready to battle with a smirk on her face. <</if>> Your Hit Points: <<print$hp >> Your Ego Points: <<print$ep >> Enemy HP: <<print $enemy1hp>> What will Seb do? [[Fight|Fight Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Bag|Bag Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Hokemon|Hokemon Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Run|Run Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Toggle the Third Eye |Third Eye Hypno Robot Battle]] <<set $environmentalInteraction to either("Collapsible Structures", "Terrain Alterations", "No Options")>> <<if $environmentalInteraction is "Collapsible Structures">> The heat around you is intense...Fire moves are boosted! <<elseif $environmentalInteraction is "Terrain Alterations">> The heat around you is intense...Fire moves are boosted! <<else>> The heat around you is intense...Fire moves are boosted! <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>> <<if $poisoned == 0>> <<set $enemyAttackType = 1>> <<elseif $poisoned is 1 and $asleep == 0>> <<set $enemyAttackType = 2>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(3, 4)>> <</if>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 3>>  You sense Hypno Robot's intention to use Confusion! <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>>  You detect Hypno Robot's Hypnosis upcoming. <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 1>>  You anticipate Hypno Robot's Poison Gas upcoming <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 4>>  You anticipate Hypno Robot's Pound upcoming <</if>> You should plan your moves accordingly. <<if $gemmafreed ==1>> [[Try to free Gemma from the machine]] <</if>> <<if $gemmafreed ==2>> Gemma's ability "Own Tempo" prevents her from being confused! Her move Safeguard protects against status effects! <</if>> <</if>> <<set $guarding = 0>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 0>> <<goto "Hypno Robot Battle Victory">> <</if>> <<if $hp <= 0>> <<goto "Forced Party Switch Hypno Robot Battle">> <</if>> <<if $enemy1hp <= 1351 && $gemmafreed < 1>> <<goto "Try to free Gemma">> <</if>>

<<if $confused == 0 && $asleep == 0>> <<if $activehokemon == 1>> What will Reagan do? [[Mega Punch|Mega Punch Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Rage|Rage Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Thunderbolt|Thunderbolt Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 2>> What will Allison do? [[Double Slap|Double Slap Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Soft-Boiled|Soft-Boiled Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Bubblebeam|Bubblebeam Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> What will Rose do? [[Mega Kick|Mega Kick Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Glare|Glare Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Giga Drain|Giga Drain Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $gemmafreed == 2>> <<if $activehokemon == 4>> What will Gemma do? [[Extreme Speed|Extreme Speed Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Safeguard|Safeguard Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Flamewheel|Flamewheel Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <</if>> <<elseif $confused == 1 && $asleep == 0>> <<if $activehokemon == 4 or $safeguard == 1>> Your Hokemon can't be confused! <<if $activehokemon == 1>> What will Reagan do? [[Mega Punch|Mega Punch Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Rage|Rage Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Thunderbolt|Thunderbolt Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 2>> What will Allison do? [[Double Slap|Double Slap Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Soft-Boiled|Soft-Boiled Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Bubblebeam|Bubblebeam Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> What will Rose do? [[Mega Kick|Mega Kick Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Glare|Glare Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Giga Drain|Giga Drain Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $gemmafreed == 2>> <<if $activehokemon == 4>> What will Gemma do? [[Extreme Speed|Extreme Speed Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Safeguard|Safeguard Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Flamewheel|Flamewheel Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <</if>> <<else>> Your Hokemon is confused! <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 50>>  Your Hokemon hurts itself! <<set $hp -= random(20, 40)>> [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> Your Hokemon overcomes its confusion! <<if $activehokemon == 1>> What will Reagan do? [[Mega Punch|Mega Punch Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Rage|Rage Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Thunderbolt|Thunderbolt Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 2>> What will Allison do? [[Double Slap|Double Slap Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Soft-Boiled|Soft-Boiled Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Bubblebeam|Bubblebeam Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> What will Rose do? [[Mega Kick|Mega Kick Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Glare|Glare Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Giga Drain|Giga Drain Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $gemmafreed == 2>> <<if $activehokemon == 4>> What will Gemma do? [[Extreme Speed|Extreme Speed Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Safeguard|Safeguard Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Flamewheel|Flamewheel Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 50>>  <<set $confused = 0>> Your Hokemon is no longer confused! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> Your Hokemon is still confused! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<elseif $asleep == 1>> <<if $activehokemon == 4 or $safeguard == 1>> Your Hokemon can't be confused! <<if $activehokemon == 1>> What will Reagan do? [[Mega Punch|Mega Punch Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Rage|Rage Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Thunderbolt|Thunderbolt Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 2>> What will Allison do? [[Double Slap|Double Slap Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Soft-Boiled|Soft-Boiled Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Bubblebeam|Bubblebeam Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> What will Rose do? [[Mega Kick|Mega Kick Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Glare|Glare Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Giga Drain|Giga Drain Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $gemmafreed == 2>> <<if $activehokemon == 4>> What will Gemma do? [[Extreme Speed|Extreme Speed Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Safeguard|Safeguard Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Flamewheel|Flamewheel Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <</if>> <<else>> Your Hokemon is asleep! She snores softly. <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 50>>  Your Hokemon woke up! <<set $asleep = 0>>  [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> Your Hokemon is still asleep! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>

<h3> Items Hyper Potions: <<print $hyperpotioncount>> Hokéballs: <<print $Hokéballcount>> </h3> [[Use a Hyper Potion|Use a Hyper Potion Hypno Robot]] [[Use a Hokéball|Use a Hokéball Hypno Robot]] [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]]

Who will you send out there? <<if $reaganhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Reagan|Switch to Reagan Hypno Robot Battle]] <<else>> Reagan no longer has the will to fight. <</if>> <<if $allisonhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Allison|Switch to Allison Hypno Robot Battle]] <<else>> Allison no longer has the will to fight. <</if>> <<if $rosehokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Rose|Switch to Rose Hypno Robot Battle]] <<else>> Rose no longer has the will to fight. <</if>> <<if $gemmahokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Gemma|Switch to Gemma Hypno Robot Battle]] <<else>> Gemma no longer has the will to fight. <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]]

There's no running from a trainer battle! [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]]

<<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(20, 40) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Reagan use Rage!" you cry! Reagan obeys, growing extremely angry as she charges and lets loose a wild series of attacks dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Take that motherfucker!" She taunts. <<set $playerattack +=1>> Reagan's Rage increases her attack! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Reagan use Rage!" you cry! Reagan tries to use Rage, but it misses and she lets loose a string of expletives! <<set $playerattack +=1>> Reagan's Rage increases her attack! <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Attack.jpeg"> [[Hypno Robot strikes back]]

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 85>>  <<set $damageDone = random(60, 120) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Reagan use Thunderbolt!" you cry! Reagan obeys unleashing an arcing bolt of lightning dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Get shocked, bitch!" <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Reagan use Thunderbolt!" you cry! Reagan tries to use Thunderbolt, but it misses! <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Thunderbolt.jpeg"> <<set $ep -= 1>> Reagan used 1 EP! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Attack.jpeg"> <<set $hp += 100>> "Allison, use soft-boiled!" She looks at you strangely but shrugs, "Ok Master!" She somehow produces some soft boiled eggs and eats some, healing herself. <<set $ep -= 1>> Allison used 1 EP! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Soft-Boiled.jpeg"> <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>> <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 85>>  <<set $damageDone = random(45, 85) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Allison use Bubblebeam!" you cry! Allison nods unleashing a highly concentrated stream of bubbles at incredible speeds dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Wow! That was pretty AND fun!" she exclaims. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Allison use Bubblebeam!" you cry! Allison tries to use Bubblebeam, but it misses! "Sorry Seb!" She calls back. <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Bubblebeam.jpeg"> <<set $ep -= 1>> Allison used 1 EP! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>>

<<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(90, 150) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Rose use Mega Kick!" you cry! Reagan obeys immediately running forward to deliver a powerful kick dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Rose use Mega Kick!" you cry! Rose tries to use Mega Kick, but it misses and she bows her head in shame. <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Attack.jpeg"> [[Hypno Robot strikes back]]

<<if $ep >= 1>>  Rose glares at the enemy! <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 67>> The enemy is paralyzed by Rose's Glare! Rose used 1 EP! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Attack.jpeg"> [[Use Mega Kick|Mega Kick Glare Hypno Robot Battle]] [[Use Giga Drain|Giga Drain Glare Hypno Robot Battle]] <<set $ep -= 1>> <<else>> Rose's Glare failed to paralyze the enemy! Rose used 1 EP! <<set $ep -= 1>> [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <</if>> <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(55, 95) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Rose use Giga Drain!" you cry! Rose immediately obeys, drawing the energy of her opponent to herself, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $hp += $damageDone / 2>>  Giga Drain healed you for <<print $damageDone/2>>! <<else>>  "Rose use Giga Drain!" you cry! Rose tries to use Giga Drain, but it misses! <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Giga Drain.jpeg"> <<set $ep -= 1>> Rose used 1 EP! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>> <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $activehokemon == 1>> Reagan is already out there! <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==2>> Great work Allison! That's enough! <<set $allisonhp = $hp>> <<set $allisonsleep = $asleep>> <<set $allisonpoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Reagan! <<set $hp = $reaganhp>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Battle.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $reagansleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $reaganpoisoned>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> That's enough Rose! <<set $rosehp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $Reaganhp>> <<set $rosesleep = $asleep>> <<set $rosepoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 1>> Go Reagan! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Battle.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $reagansleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $reaganpoisoned>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==4>> Gemma! Switch out! Come back! <<set $gemmahp = $hp>> <<set $gemmasleep = $asleep>> <<set $gemmapoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Reagan! <<set $hp = $rosehp>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Reagan Battle.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $reagansleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $reaganpoisoned>> <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <<set $activehokemon = 1>>

<<if $activehokemon == 2>> Allison is already out there! <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> That's enough Rose! <<set $rosehp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $allisonhp>> <<set $rosesleep = $asleep>> <<set $rosepoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 2>> Go Allison! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $allisonsleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $allisonpoisoned>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Amazing Reagan! Come Back! <<set $reaganhp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $rosehp>> <<set $reagansleep = $asleep>> <<set $reaganpoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 2>> Go Allison! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $allisonsleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $allisonpoisoned>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==4>> Gemma! Switch out! Come back! <<set $gemmahp = $hp>> <<set $gemmasleep = $asleep>> <<set $gemmapoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 2>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Allison! <<set $hp = $rosehp>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Battle.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $allisonsleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $allisonpoisoned>> <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <<set $activehokemon = 2>>

<<if $activehokemon == 3>> Rose is already out there! <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==2>> Great work Allison! That's enough! <<set $allisonhp = $hp>> <<set $allisonsleep = $asleep>> <<set $allisonpoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 3>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Rose! <<set $hp = $rosehp>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Battle.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $rosesleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $rosepoisoned>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Amazing Reagan! Come Back! <<set $reaganhp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $rosehp>> <<set $reagansleep = $asleep>> <<set $reaganpoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 3>> Go Rose! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Battle.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $rosesleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $rosepoisoned>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==4>> Gemma! Switch out! Come back! <<set $gemmahp = $hp>> <<set $gemmasleep = $asleep>> <<set $gemmapoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 3>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Rose! <<set $hp = $rosehp>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Battle.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $rosesleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $rosepoisoned>> <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <<set $activehokemon = 3>>

<<set $hp += 120>> You use a Hyper Potion and restore 120 HP. Your current HP: <<print $hp>> <<set $hyperpotioncount -= 1>> [[Hypno Robot strikes back]]

You can't use that in a trainer battle! [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]]

<img src= "images/CH (6)/Hypno Robot Attack.jpeg"> <<if $thirdeyeactive != 1>> <<if $poisoned == 0>> <<set $enemyAttackType = 1>> <<elseif $poisoned is 1 and $asleep == 0>> <<set $enemyAttackType = 2>> <<else>> <<set $enemyAttackType = random(3, 4)>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $enemyAttackType is 1>> <<set $poisonGasChance = random(1, 10)>> <<if $poisonGasChance <= 10>> <<set $poisoned = 1>> Hypno Robot used Poison Gas! Your Hokemon is poisoned! <<else>> Hypno Robot tried to use Poison Gas, but it failed! <</if>> <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 2>> <<set $hypnosisChance = random(1, 10)>> <<if $hypnosisChance <= 7>> <<set $asleep = 1>> Hypno Robot used Hypnosis! Your Hokemon falls into a deep trance! <<else>> Hypno Robot tried to use Hypnosis, but it failed! <</if>> <<elseif $enemyAttackType is 3>> <<set $damageDone = random(40, 60)>> <<set $confusionChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $confusionChance is 1>> <<set $confused = 1>> <</if>> Hypno Robot used Confusion, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! Your Hokemon is confused! Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <<set $confused = 1>> <<else>> <<set $damageDone = random(15, 25)>> Hypno Robot used Pound, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! Your Hit Points: <<print $hp -= $damageDone >> <</if>> <<if $thirdeyeactive == 1>>  <<set $thirdEyeChance = random(1, 5)>> <<if $thirdEyeChance is 1>>  <<set $ep -= 3>>  Using the Third Eye drains Seb's energy. You lose 3 EP. <<else>> The Third Eye reveals insights without draining Seb's energy. <</if>> <</if>> <<if $gemmafreed == 2>> <<if $safeguard <= 4>> <<set $safeguard += 1>> <<if $safeguard < 5>> Safeguard is still active! Safeguard is active for another <<print 5 - $safeguard>> turn(s). <<if $poisoned == 1>> Your Hokemon is immune to poison due to Safeguard!<</if>> <<if $asleep ==1>> Your Hokemon is sleep to poison due to Safeguard!<</if>> <<if $confused ==1>> Your Hokemon is immune to confusion due to Safeguard!<</if>> <<set $poisoned = 0>> <<set $asleep = 0>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<else>> Safeguard wore off. <<set $safeguard = 0>> <<if $poisoned == 1>> Your Hokemon is immune to poison due to Safeguard!<</if>> <<if $asleep ==1>> Your Hokemon is sleep to poison due to Safeguard!<</if>> <<if $confused ==1>> Your Hokemon is immune to confusion due to Safeguard!<</if>> <<set $poisoned = 0>> <<set $asleep = 0>> <<set $confused = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $poisoned == 1 && $safeguard == 0>> <<set $poisonedChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $poisonedChance <= 50>>  Your Hokemon is no longer poisoned but they still lost 15 health! <<set $hp -= 15>> <<set $poisoned = 0>> <<else>> Your Hokemon is still poisoned. They lost 15 health! <<set $hp -= 15>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $extremespeed ==1>> <<set $extremespeed =0>> Gemma can use Extreme Speed again! <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 4>> <<if $confused == 1>> Gemma is immune to Confusion due to her "Own Tempo" ability! She is no longer confused! <<set $confused = 0>> <</if>> <</if>> [[Continue the battle|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]]

<<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(90, 150) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Rose use Mega Kick!" you cry! Reagan obeys immediately running forward to deliver a powerful kick dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Rose use Mega Kick!" you cry! Rose tries to use Mega Kick, but it misses and she bows her head in shame. <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Attack.jpeg"> [[Return|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]]

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 75>>  <<set $damageDone = random(55, 95) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Rose use Giga Drain!" you cry! Rose immediately obeys, drawing the energy of her opponent to herself, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<set $hp += $damageDone / 2>>  Giga Drain healed you for <<print $damageDone/2>>! <<else>>  "Rose use Giga Drain!" you cry! Rose tries to use Giga Drain, but it misses! <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Rose Attack.jpeg"> [[Return|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <<if $hp > 200>> <<set $hp = 200>> <</if>> <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Mega Kick instead!|Mega Kick Glare Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $activehokemon == 1>> Reagan fainted! <<set $reaganhokemondefeated = 1>> <<if $allisonhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Allison Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $rosehokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Rose Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $gemmahokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Gemma Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 2>> Allison fainted! <<set $allisonhokemondefeated = 1>> <<if $reaganhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Reagan Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $rosehokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Rose Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $gemmahokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Gemma Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <</if>><<if $activehokemon == 3>> Rose fainted! <<set $rosehokemondefeated = 1>> <<if $reaganhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Reagan Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $allisonhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Allison Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $gemmahokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Gemma Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 4>> Gemma fainted! <<set $gemmahokemondefeated = 1>> <<if $reaganhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Reagan Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $allisonhokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Allison Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <<if $rosehokemondefeated != 1>> [[Switch to Rose Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $allisonhokemondefeated == 1 && $reaganhokemondefeated == 1 and $rosehokemondefeated == 1 && $gemmahokemondefeated == 1>> <<goto "Whited Out">> <</if>>

How will you try and free Gemma? <<if $confused == 0 && $asleep == 0>> <<if $activehokemon == 1>> What will Reagan do? [[Mega Punch|Hypno Robot Reagan Battle]] [[Thunderbolt|Thunderbolt Hypno Robot Free Gemma Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 2>> What will Allison do? [[Double Slap|Hypno Robot Allison Battle]] [[Soft-Boiled|Soft-Boiled Hypno Robot Free Gemma Battle]] [[Bubblebeam|Bubblebeam Hypno Robot Free Gemma Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> What will Rose do? [[Mega Kick|Hypno Robot Rose Battle]] [[Glare|Hypno Robot Rose Battle]] [[Giga Drain|Giga Drain Hypno Robot Free Gemma Battle]] <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <<elseif $confused == 1 && $asleep == 0>> Your Hokemon is confused! <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 50>>  Your Hokemon hurts itself! <<set $hp -= random(20, 40)>> [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> Your Hokemon overcomes its confusion! <<if $activehokemon == 1>> What will Reagan do? [[Thunderbolt|Thunderbolt Hypno Robot Free Gemma Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 2>> What will Allison do? [[Soft-Boiled|Soft-Boiled Hypno Robot Free Gemma Battle]] [[Bubblebeam|Bubblebeam Hypno Robot Free Gemma Battle]] <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> What will Rose do? [[Giga Drain|Giga Drain Hypno Robot Free Gemma Battle]] <</if>> <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 50>>  <<set $confused =0>> Your Hokemon is no longer confused! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> Your Hokemon is still confused! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <</if>> <<else>> Your Hokemon is asleep! She snores softly. <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<if $hitChance <= 50>>  Your Hokemon woke up! <<set $asleep =0>> [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> Your Hokemon is still asleep! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <</if>> <</if>> <</if>>

As the skirmish intensified, Reagan's voice rose above the cacophony of crackling energies and Cody's gloating. "This fight sucks! I've got too many status effects bogging me down," she grumbled, frustration etched in her tone. Allison, her hands pulsating with energy, nodded in agreement. "Agreed, too many debuffs. This is ridiculous!" Seb's mind raced, his focus split between Cody's diabolical scheme and his companions' predicament. "We need to change the game," he muttered to himself, his mind spinning with possibilities. Seb's mind churned, seeking a way to shift the odds in their favor. He surveyed the chamber, searching for a way to disrupt the source of Cody's power without succumbing to the overwhelming status effects plaguing them. Reagan, wiping sweat from her brow, shot a glance at Seb. "Any brilliant ideas, Captain? My ass is dying over here!" [[Maybe we can't change the game directly, but we can change the players.|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <<set $gemmafreed = 1>>

Seb's voice cut through the chaos, urgency lacing his command. "Reagan, Thunderbolt! Blast that machine, now!" His directive echoed, punctuated by the urgency of the moment. With a snarl of determination, Reagan's gaze locked onto the machine. "About time!" she growled, her frustration simmering beneath her words. Her palms crackled with electrifying energy as she focused her powers, channeling a surge of Thunderbolt toward the contraption ensnaring Gemma. The sizzling bolt of lightning crackled through the chamber, striking the machine with searing force. The electrical surge surged through the contraption, sparks flying as it convulsed under the onslaught of power. <<set $activehokemon = 4>> In the wake of destruction, the restraints shattered, releasing Gemma from her mechanical prison. Freed from the shackles of the nefarious device, Gemma emerged, her eyes still glazed over. "She's not free yet!" Allison cried out. Gemma powered up, a swirl of flames building around her as she prepared to unleash a torrent of flame. "What the fuck do we do?" Reagan exclaimed. [[Throw a Hokéball at Gemma!]]

Seb's eyes narrowed, a plan crystallizing in his mind amidst the chaos. "Allison, Soft-Boiled! Heal Gemma, give her the strength to break free!" His voice cut through the din, urgency lacing every word. Allison nodded, her hands glowing with restorative energy. Focusing her powers, she directed a surge of healing energy toward Gemma's form trapped within the pulsating machine. Soft rays enveloped Gemma, infusing her with renewed vigor, a surge of vitality that stirred within her essence. As Gemma's spirit surged with newfound strength, a tremor rippled through the chamber. With a primal roar, Gemma's eyes blazed with determination. Her struggle against the machine intensified, every muscle straining against the bonds of captivity. In a burst of sheer willpower, Gemma shattered the restraints that held her captive. The machine's mechanisms sputtered and sparked, its hold over Gemma shattered by the sheer force of her emancipation. With a furious cry, she emerged from the wreckage. In the wake of destruction, the restraints shattered, releasing Gemma from her mechanical prison. Freed from the shackles of the nefarious device, Gemma emerged, her eyes still glazed over. "She's not free yet!" Allison cried out. Gemma powered up, a swirl of flames building around her as she prepared to unleash a torrent of flame. "What the fuck do we do?" Reagan exclaimed. [[Throw a Hokéball at Gemma!]]

Seb's mind raced, weighing the options in a split second. "Allison, Bubblebeam! Target the machine, destroy it, free Gemma!" His command echoed across the tumultuous battleground. With a swift nod, Allison adjusted her stance, channeling her powers. A cascade of watery energy surged forth from her hands, coalescing into a brilliant torrent of Bubblebeam aimed directly at the infernal contraption ensnaring Gemma. The concentrated assault struck the machine with unrelenting force, its components sizzling and buckling under the deluge of water. Sparks flew, and the machine groaned under the assault, its structural integrity compromised. In the wake of destruction, the restraints shattered, releasing Gemma from her mechanical prison. In the wake of destruction, the restraints shattered, releasing Gemma from her mechanical prison. Freed from the shackles of the nefarious device, Gemma emerged, her eyes still glazed over. "She's not free yet!" Allison cried out. Gemma powered up, a swirl of flames building around her as she prepared to unleash a torrent of flame. "What the fuck do we do?" Reagan exclaimed. [[Throw a Hokéball at Gemma!]]

Seb's eyes darted across the chamber, seeking a solution amidst the chaos. "Rose, Giga Drain! Target the machine, see if it weakens it!" Rose, poised and ready, nodded in acknowledgment. "Giga Drain, huh?" Her voice held a note of uncertainty, but she complied with Seb's command, her confidence wavering. Focusing her botanical powers, Rose unleashed a torrent of nature's energy, directing a surge of Giga Drain toward the machine ensnaring Gemma. Vibrant tendrils of energy snaked toward the contraption, wrapping around its mechanisms in an attempt to drain its vitality. To their dismay, the machine seemed impervious to Rose's botanical onslaught. The Giga Drain, typically effective against natural entities, failed to yield the desired effect on the contraption. The machine hummed with vile energy, resisting Rose's attempts to sap its strength. Seb's heart sank as Rose's efforts proved futile against the nefarious device, leaving them grasping for a new strategy amidst the escalating turmoil. [[Continue the fight|Hypno Robot strikes back]]

Reagan, her brow furrowed in confusion, hesitated for a moment. "Have you lost your mind? What the hell is that gonna do? I can't even reach it!" she shouted back. Reagan attempted to unleash the move against the machine, but to no avail! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]]

Allison, her brow furrowed in confusion, hesitated for a moment. "Master? I'm not sure how that's going to help..." she whispered, uncertain of the move's potential effect on the machine. Nevertheless, Allison was steadfast in her dedication to the cause. "Of course, I'll give it a shot!" Despite her efforts, Allison's attempt with the move had no effect on the machine's resilience! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]]

Rose, her brow furrowed in confusion, hesitated for a moment. "Master? I don't know how that will work..." she murmured, uncertain of how that move could affect the machine. Still, Rose was a loyal servant of the Order, "Yes Master!" Rose attempted to use the move on the machine but with no effect! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]]

<<if $safeguard ==0>> "Gemma use Safeguard!" you cry! Gemma nods summoning a veil of protection around herself. "Dun, nuh, nuh nuh, can't touch this!" She sings. Safeguard protects against status effects for 5 turns! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> You are already protected by Safeguard! [[Go back|Fight Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $ep >= 1>>  <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 85>>  <<set $damageDone = random(60, 120) * $damageMultiplier * 2>>  "Gemma use Flamewheel!" you cry! Gemma nods unleashing an spinning wheel of white hot flame dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Heh, burn baby!" The hot environment increases the power of Fire type moves! <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Gemma use Flamewheel!" you cry! Gemma tries to use Flamewheel, but it misses and Gemma shrugs, "can't win em all." <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Fire 1.jpeg"> <<set $ep -= 1>> Gemma used 1 EP! [[Hypno Robot strikes back]] <<else>> The Hokemon is out of EP!  [[Go back|Fight Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>>

<<if $extremespeed != 1>> <<set $hitChance = random(1, 100)>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 1>>  <<if $playerattack <= 0>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 0.5>> <<elseif $playerattack >= 2>>  <<set $damageMultiplier = 2>> <</if>> <<if $hitChance <= 80>>  <<set $damageDone = random(30, 60) * $damageMultiplier>>  "Gemma use Extreme Speed!" you cry! Gemma nods, running forward to deliver an attack faster than flames, dealing <<print $damageDone>> damage! "Too slow!" She taunts. <<set $enemy1hp -= $damageDone>> <<else>>  "Gemma use Extreme Speed!" you cry! Gemma tries to use Extreme Speed, but it misses and Gemma shrugs, "can't win 'em all." <</if>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Fire.jpeg"> <<if $extremespeed == 0>> <<set $extremespeed = 1>> That was a lot of energy. Gemma probably can't do that two turns in a row. <</if>> [[Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <<else>> Gemma can't use Extreme Speed two turns in a row! [[Go back|Fight Hypno Robot Battle]] <</if>>

With a deep breath, Seb weighed the risk. Gemma was no longer herself, but could he abandon her? Not a chance. He gripped his Pokéball, a silent promise forming in his heart. "Gemma," he called out, his voice a lifeline slicing through the chaos. "It's Seb. Remember me?!" A flicker of recognition danced in Gemma's eyes, quickly obscured by the inferno crackling around her. But it was enough. Hope surged through Seb's veins. He hurled the Hokéball with a desperate cry, its red arc cutting through the smoke and fire. It struck Gemma square in the chest, engulfing her in a blinding red flash. For a heart-stopping moment, everything froze before Gemma was absorbed into the ball. The ball returned to Seb's hand and he smiled, "Alright, let's do this! Goooo Gemma!" Seb released Gemma from her Hokeball once more, her spirit unshackled and her eyes ablaze with the flames of liberation and righteous anger. <<set $gemmafreed =2>> "Oh it's on like Donkey Kong!" She cried. <<set $activehokemon = 4>> She turned to Seb, "Sebby, lead the way. [[Time for the boys, get to work!|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]]" <<set $hp = 200>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $asleep = 0>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $asleep = 0>> <<set $poisoned = 0>>

Seb's urgent command cut through the tumultuous battle. "Gemma! Flamewheel!" <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Fire 2.jpeg"> With a spirited twirl, Gemma blazed forward, encircled by a white-hot ring of fire. The Flamewheel slammed into the Hypno Robot, causing it to sputter and spark, its mechanical facade showing signs of wear. As the smoke dissipated, Seb and Gemma found themselves face-to-face with Cody, the mastermind behind this mechanical mess. Seb, a mix of curiosity and irritation in his eyes, stepped forward. "Cody, what's your game here?." Cody, with a smug grin and a casual shrug, replied, "Just a little flair for the dramatics, Seb. You know how it goes. Looks like this thing works yeah?" Gemma chimed in, "Seriously, Cody? You're making this whole thing feel like a B-movie gone wrong, but like Pie Hard without the Pie set on Pi Day instead of Christmas." But before Cody could respond, a frantic beeping resonated from the robot. He smiled as he dropped a small cylindrical remote device on the ground. "Sorry, folks, the show's over. Time for my exit!" "Warning!" The Hypno Robot's blaring computerized voice blared, "Self Destruct Sequence activated. Self Destruct in 30 seconds." <img src= "images/CH (6)/Hypno Robot Defeated.jpeg"> Alarms blared, lights flashed a strange glow, and the ground rumbled ominously. Cody gave him a mocking salute before disappearing down a seperate tunnel as Seb looked around. "Guess the credits are rolling early today, Gemma," Seb quipped, recalling her into the Hokéball to shield her from the impending explosion as he sprinted out of the tunnels as fast as he could. [[Self destruct in 5...4...3...2...1]]

The deep, winding tunnels of the hidden cavern echoed with a deafening roar, signaling the start of a life or death situation. Seb's heart raced as he sprinted through the trembling corridors, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he fought for his survival. He barely escaped the collapsing tunnels, gasping for air as he emerged into the open air. Behind him, an explosion erupted with a thunderous force, sending shockwaves through the ground and whipping his hair and clothes in chaotic frenzy. Finally catching his breath, Seb released Allison, Rose, Reagan, and Gemma emerging from their Hokeballs. They all exchanged worried glances before Seb took charge and assessed the damage. Gemma couldn't resist making a quip to lighten the mood. "Well that was quite the dramatic exit, Cody. Self-destruct sequence? How cliché!" Reagan was always ready for action. "Let's take the fight straight to Cody's gym. Show him we're not messing around." Seb nodded resolutely. "Agreed. But we need a solid strategy. Cody won't hold back and neither can we." [[Ok but for real, can we take a break first at least??]]

Back at the hotsprings, Seb and the girls took a much needed break. Reagan and Gemma were relaxing in the steaming pool, enjoying the soothing warmth. Rose was washing Seb's back, while Allison was doing some stretches to stay limber. Seb, relaxed in the soothing waters, spoke up, "So what do we do now? We can't just rush in there." Reagan responded, "Why not? Cody won't be expecting us. Let's go in and kick his ass." "And risk getting caught in his traps?" Allison interjected. "That's too risky. We need to be smart about this." Gemma piped in. "That can't be his first Hypno Robot. He's gotta have some more. And...well he was trying to turn me into a Legendary Hokemon. So he's probably going to turn more Hokemon like that too." Seb nodded, considering. "You're right, Gemma. And if that's the case, we need to act quickly. But we don't really know where he'll strike next." Reagan rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Come on, Seb. I'm fucking tired. Even going to that Hokecenter wasn't enough, they just strapped me into a machine real quick, some lights flashed and I was like...healed but my muscles are still sore." "I have to admit." Allison said, "That was a really weird experience. And it was less helpful than I thought it would be. I was definitely not 'fully healed'" Seb sighed. "I know, I know. You're right of course. Let's just relax for now. We'll regroup later." Reagan and Gemma nodded in agreement, [[sinking into the soothing waters.]]

The remainder of the afternoon was spent in pure relaxation. As the sun set, Seb and the girls enjoyed a delicious meal prepared by Gemma with her knowledge of the local cuisine. Lavacliff town was renowned for its fiery and spicy dishes, which had to be eaten in moderation. After dinner, they all retreated to their spacious room at the inn. "It's been a long day, Master," Rose said, stretching her arms. "You deserve a massage." Reagan agreed wholeheartedly. "Absolutely, Seb. You worked hard today and deserve a treat. Isn't that right, Allison?" Allison chimed in, "Of course. We all deserve some pampering after completing that mission. What do you think, Gemma?" "I'm eager to get my hands on this body," Gemma replied playfully. As they climbed onto the bed, the four girls wasted no time in getting to work. They each took turns giving Seb a full-body massage, focusing on different areas. Allison, Reagan, and Gemma massaged his arms with care while Rose tended to his feet. Together, they relieved the tension in Seb's muscles and helped him relax. After a few minutes, he felt himself drifting away as they worked their magic. Gemma giggled. "You're really starting to loosen up, Seb." Reagan smiled. "We're doing a good job then." Allison added, "Just let go and let us take care of you." "Don't worry, Master," Rose assured him with a gentle touch. "You're in safe hands." Seb moaned softly as he surrendered himself to their skilled hands. Their touch was heavenly, and he sank deeper into the soft mattress with each passing moment. Eventually, they had him turn over and soon, his face was nestled between Allison's thighs as he felt someone (Reagan? It was hard to tell in the darkness) begin to lick him. "You're so good with your tongue, Seb," Allison moaned, moving her hips against him. "It feels amazing." Reagan smirked. "Don't get too excited, Allison. [[I'm about to give him something even better.]]"

Seb's body convulsed as he felt lips wrap around his hardening cock. It was intense, and he couldn't help but shudder as the person's mouth enveloped him. He knew it was Reagan now, based on the way she used her tongue and how her voice sounded. "God, you taste so good, Seb," Reagan groaned as a second tongue joined hers in pleasuring him. "Oh my god, he tastes incredible," Gemma moaned. "I can't get enough of it." Rose didn't want to miss out on the fun and eagerly began licking his balls while sucking them gently. "You're delicious, Master," she purred. Allison gasped. "That's so hot." "Oh hell yes," Seb groaned, bucking into their mouths as he climaxed, releasing everything into Reagan's mouth. She swallowed it all without hesitation. Reagan moaned before pulling away and kissing Gemma, sharing Seb's load between them. Meanwhile, Allison and Rose both dove in, taking turns kissing Seb's cock and each other while continuing to pleasure him with their tongues. "That was incredible," Seb said breathlessly. Gemma giggled. "We're not done yet though. We still need to fuck." "I'm ready for you," Allison said eagerly, spreading her legs. "I want some too," Rose added with a sly grin. "I want to feel your big, hard cock inside of me Master. If you will have me." Reagan shook her head. "No, that's not how it's going to happen." Straddling Seb, she lowered herself onto his hard cock with a sigh of pleasure. "God, I've missed this," she breathed. Allison frowned. "Come on, Reagan, it's only fair to take turns." "Be patient," Gemma scolded as she kissed Allison passionately. "Let her enjoy herself for a bit. There's enough of Seb to go around. We can put on a show to make sure he chooses us next." Reagan grinned and started bouncing on Seb's cock. "Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" The two women joined in, making out while Reagan continued to ride Seb. Gemma and Allison also began kissing and exploring each other's bodies. "You're insatiable today, Reagan," Seb commented, squeezing her breasts. "Mmm, and you love it," she purred, still moving her hips against him. Seb thrust up into her, his hands grabbing onto her ass. "Oh God, Seb," she moaned, grinding back against him. "But you're being a little too selfish for my liking. Maybe we need to remind you who's really in charge here. Let's get these two over to the bed." Reagan groaned as she was lifted up, still impaled on Seb's cock, and placed next to Allison on the bed. Seb turned to Gemma. "So what do you want?" She bit her lip thoughtfully. "Hmm...I want you inside me. But if I have to choose between them? Her tits are amazing." "Alright then, get over there," Seb growled. "Allison, you're on top and Rose can focus on your clit." Allison giggled excitedly. "Yes sir!" Allison climbed onto the bed, her eyes filled with excitement and desire. Her body moved with a graceful sensuality as she straddled Reagan's face, her glistening pussy hovering just above her mouth. Reagan's eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, her tongue eagerly darting out to lick and suck. Gemma's closed eyes and parted lips showed her pleasure as she rubbed her own clit and sucked on Reagan's nipples, while Rose focused on pleasuring Reagan's clit. Seb relentlessly fucked Reagan, his thrusts getting harder and faster with each passing moment."You're going to cum for us," he growled, his cock pounding into her wetness. "Yes! I'm going to cum!" Reagan screamed in ecstasy, feeling her orgasm building up inside of her. Allison joined in, grinding her pussy against Reagan's face, experiencing a simultaneous orgasm. The sound of skin against skin, moans and screams of pleasure, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed filled the room as Seb continued to drive Reagan towards her next climax. "Yes, Master! Use me!" she cried out, her voice muffled by Allison's dripping pussy. The intense scene was too much for Gemma to handle; she couldn't resist touching herself as she watched them. "That's so fucking hot," she moaned, fingering herself intensely. "Do you like watching, Gemma?" Seb asked with a sly grin. "Fuck yeah," Gemma replied breathlessly. "It's so fucking hot." "Well then why don't you come join in?" Seb suggested, giving her ass a playful slap. "Get on top of her. Ass up." Gemma moved with the grace and confidence of a lioness, her body gliding effortlessly towards Reagan in perfect synchronization with Seb's powerful thrusts. The room was filled with the sensual scents of arousal and passion, the sweet musk of sweat mixing with the heady scent of sex. She straddled Reagan with her ass up in the air, her body glistening with sweat and her eyes filled with desire. The other girls shifted positions to make room for Gemma, their bodies writhing together in a wild dance of pleasure. "You're such a fucking slut," Gemma whispered between kisses. "Ah...ah fuck you Gemma! You're a fucking bitch!" Reagan growled, lost in the heat of the moment as Seb continued to pound into her. "[[That's right, and you fucking love it,]]" Gemma teased, flicking her tongue out to lick Reagan's nipple as their bodies moved in perfect harmony.

Reagan screamed with pleasure, cumming again, as Seb relentlessly pounded into her. He pulled out of her quickly, unceremoniously entering Gemma without a single second of hesitation. Gemma cried out in ecstasy, her body shaking from the intensity of the surprising sensation. "That's right, bitch!" Reagan cooed, cupping Gemma's breasts in her hands and squeezing them, "Who's a fucking bitch now?" Seb's thrusts were hard and deep, filling Gemma completely. She could feel every inch of him inside her, his thick shaft penetrating her to the core. Gemma's body trembled as she was taken, her senses overwhelmed by the incredible sensation. "Oh, God, Seb, don't stop! FUCK! Fuck me harder!" Gemma cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head. Reagan moaned loudly, her fingers finding Gemma's clit and stroking it in tandem with Seb's thrusts. "Cum for me, Gemma," she cooed. "I'm...cumming...fuck...FUCK! OH FUCK!" Gemma screamed, her entire body trembling as her orgasm washed over her. "That's right, cum like the whore you are!" Reagan whispered, kissing her deeply. "Holy shit," Seb breathed, his body shaking. He pulled out once more, sliding in between the two girls, their pussies sliding over his dick causing both girls to gasp. "You're such a fucking whore," Reagan growled, her tongue darting out to tease Gemma's nipple. "That's right, bitch, and you're nothing but a fucking slut," Gemma snarled back, her voice hoarse from screaming in ecstasy. "God, that's hot." Seb laughed. Gemma's lips curled into a smile, "We're just making sure you know exactly how much we want you." "Fuck Seb!" Reagan screamed, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." "Cum for me, babe, that's it," Seb groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he slammed his cock into her. "FUCK!" Reagan cried out, her whole body shaking as she orgasmed. "I'm gonna cum too," Gemma moaned, her eyes closing tight. Seb growled and pushed them both down onto the bed, thrusting into Gemma. "Yes, fuck, cum inside me!" Gemma begged, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck!" Seb yelled, slamming into her hard and fast. "Yes! FUCK YES!" Gemma cried out, her body convulsing with her orgasm. "Cum for me, baby," Seb growled, his cock pulsating as he erupted inside her. "Oh God!" Gemma screamed, her pussy contracting around his cock as she came. Seb collapsed on top of her, his breath heavy. He felt dizzy and exhausted, but the feeling of being surrounded by the naked, sweaty bodies of four gorgeous women made him grin. "[[Rose, Allison, I'm going to need a break.]]"

The group rested together after their intense session, their bodies entwined and their breaths ragged. They had been through a lot and were exhausted, but the sense of camaraderie was strong. Gemma and Reagan were passed out, snoring softly from their efforts, while Rose and Allison laid quietly next to them, Rose's breathing was shallow and slow, but Allison was looking right at him, smiling as she watched him. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, the musky scent permeating every inch of the room. Seb sat up, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the experience. "This is fucking crazy," he said, breaking the silence. "I know," Allison replied, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. "But I wouldn't have it any other way." "Neither would I," Seb smiled, looking over at her. "Who knew this is what dating you would look like. Uh, this was ok yeah?" Allison rolled her eyes, "Are you serious? Yes, it was perfect. And you don't have to keep checking in. This is everything I've ever wanted, and more. Did you SEE me cumming all over Reagan?" "Yeah, I did. It was hot," Seb grinned. Allison blushed, "You were really hot too." They lay their for a moment more before Allison asked, "What do we do about Gemma in the real world?" "We'll have to figure it out," Seb sighed. "Well, it's not like she's going to remember anything, right? This isn't even the real her." "I guess," Seb replied, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, she seemed pretty real." "Yeah, but that's the whole point," Allison pointed out. "This is just basically simulation, remember?" Seb nodded, "Yeah and Reagan and you, and Rose...you're plenty enough for me." Allison laughed, "I don't know about that, I mean, if you have the ability to be with anyone, why not have some fun?" "It's not about that," Seb shook his head. "Then what's it about?" Allison challenged, her eyes shining. Seb leaned over and kissed her, his hand reaching out to cup her breast. "I love you," he said. "And I'm happy to be with you. That's what this is about. I don't need to add to that." "Well you never know who might come along..." Allison teased. "I think I'm good," Seb laughed. "Fine, fine," Allison said, her voice dripping with feigned disappointment. "But you can't say I didn't try to tempt you. Are you sure you don't want to add Lena Vega to the mix when we free her? What about Mandy Jacobs?" "Mandy isn't even that attractive." Seb countered. "I dunno, she has those big, soft breasts..." Allison mused. "I don't need bigger breasts, I have you," Seb grinned, reaching out and groping her. "Oooh, careful," Allison giggled. Seb looked down at his hand, and squeezed a few more times. "Besides, Reagan and Rose have massive tits." Allison said with a laugh, her nipples poking out. [[Let's get some sleep]]

The next day, the group gathered to discuss their plan of attack against Cody. As they huddled together, strategizing, Seb could feel the weight of their revenge burning in each of their gazes. "So Seb," Allison's voice broke through the tension, her lips curved into a sly smile as she sat down next to him,"what's our move?" Seb's brow furrowed as he rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "I'm still working that out," he replied, his voice low and grave. "What if we just storm in and blast him straight to hell?" Reagan suggested with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, not literally blast him," she clarified with a smirk, "just give him a good ass-kicking." "Not a bad idea," Gemma interjected, leaning forward with a determined glint in her eye, "but we don't even know where to find him." Seb nodded in agreement, "Right. We need to locate him first. Any ideas?" "Let's just waltz into his gym and challenge him to a fight!" Reagan suggested with enthusiasm, "Then we can kick his ass." "Hold up," Allison interjected, her tone serious, "we have no clue what powers he might possess. And let's not forget those damn Hypno Robots he had last time - we barely survived one." "She's got a point, we'll have to train harder and get stronger before facing him," Seb concluded after some deliberation. "So we're talking about grinding it out, leveling up and gathering stronger Hokemon?" Gemma clarified. "Before we take on the final boss?" "Precisely," Seb affirmed with conviction, "but that doesn't solve not knowing where Cody is, though the gym isn't a bad place to start looking." "One obstacle at a time," Reagan chimed in eagerly, "can we make a pit stop at that mountain pass so I can give Mandy Jacobs a taste of my fist again?" "Yeah, that's not bad, but more so I can catch another Hokemon to help us get around easier. Allison can manipulate water to help us get across bodies of water, but we need a sky type to help us get across the world a bit easier." "That sounds smart," Allison agreed, nodding her head. "We can't stay cooped up here forever." With a determined clap of his hands, Seb announced, "We have a plan. [[Let's get started.]]"

There was a lot of grinding and beating up of Mandy Jacobs and a few other of Reagan's rivals that just so happened to be on Cody's list of girls he wanted to fuck. The training was very helpful for Seb and the girls to round out their skills, but especially Reagan and Rose who seemed to have less control over their abilities then Allison did for whatever reason. But despite their efforts, they couldn't seem to find the elusive sky type Hokemon that was required for their next mission. "What kind of flying Hokemon have we seen in the games?" Seb asked, scratching his chin. "There's Widgeot, Octowl, Yatu, Hunchkrow..." Allison offered, counting off the possibilities on her fingers. ""Hunch-what?" Reagan interrupted, her brow furrowing in confusion. "It's a rare species," Allison explained, pulling out her phone to show Reagan a picture. "They're known for their sharp claws and cunning abilities." "Oh, I think I've seen one before," Gemma chimed in. "It has a dark mask-like pattern on its face, right?" "Exactly!" Allison exclaimed, nodding in agreement. "Can we... let's just focus on finding one nearby," Reagan interjected impatiently. "Enough talk about Hunch-whatevers." The group trudged along the path for a few more minutes, making their way up a sharp incline. Suddenly, Reagan's excited voice cut through the air. "Guys! Look up there!" she pointed towards the horizon. In the distance, a woman with pale skin, long brown hair and a baseball cap was floating gracefully through the sky. The group stared in disbelief as she performed aerial acrobatics with ease. "Oh my god...[[Mom?!]]" Allison gasped in shock.

<img src= "images/CH (6)/Allison Mom Intro.jpeg"> "Holy shit," Seb murmured under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. Indeed it was Allison's mother - wearing tight jean shorts, a black sleeveless vest and a baseball hat with her long hair pulled into a ponytail. "What is she doing here?!" Allison demanded, her eyes widening in both shock and embarrassment. "It looks like she's on Cody's list," Gemma concluded. "She is...pretty hot," Reagan admitted, unable to resist ogling at the woman in the sky. "Ewww. Ewwww. Ewww. EW!" Allison whined, cringing at the thought of her friends ogling her own mother. "Stop it! She's my mom!" Seb cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I know it's awkward, Allie, but we might need your mom's help for this mission." Allison felt her face flush with embarrassment. "But she's my mom," she protested. Reagan shrugged, clearly unfazed by the situation. "So? Seb has hooked up with other MILFs before. He even banged my own mother." Rose, who had been standing quietly in the corner, blushed and lowered her head submissively. "But, but, but," Allison stammered, flustered. "Relax, it's not a big deal," Reagan dismissed with a wave of her hand. "You've fucked someone's mom, Allison," Gemma reminded her. "See. Not a big deal!" Reagan added in. Allison's cheeks burned bright red as she clenched her fists at her sides. "That was because we were all in a group setting and-" "Okay, okay, relax," Seb said, putting his hands up defensively. "I don't need to be with your mom. My purpose in capturing her is purely practical – we need her to fly us around efficiently." "Alright, fine. That's understandable." Allison agreed reluctantly, "But... it still feels weird involving my mom. She doesn't deserve this." "I mean, it's not a punishment or anything." Seb reassured her, "She'll just transport us for a bit, okay?" "Fine." Seb grabbed his Hokeball and hurled it towards Allison's mom, [[hitting her square in the chest.]]

Having a Sky type in their party did prove to be incredibly helpful as they were able to travel from city to city quickly. Very few people in this world seemed to own cars or even bicycles (which were exorbitantly expensive, they had checked) so a Sky type Hokemon was the most efficient method almost by default. As they traveled back and forth across the region, they trained and Reagan especially saw marked improvement in her skills and abilities. The group soon discovered that Cumin City was being held hostage by a "Team Repose", who had taken control of the city's infrastructure and were extracting resources from the innocent citizens. They, as they moved and traveled, had encountered Team Repose several times, clad in their black uniforms and had determined that Cody must have been a part of the band of criminals. Slipping into the city through a rooftop and entering a building through an emergency set of stairs, the group found themselves in a fighting dojo, complete with tatami mats and a series of students all shouting and training, Hokemon and regular people training side by side. "Who are you and how did you get in here?" a tall man with a long braid of white hair asked. "I'm Sebastian. This is Allison, Rose, Reagan and Gemma. We're here to help investigate and stop whatever's happening with Team Repose here. We think we know who their leader is and how to stop them." The man gave a nod, "I am Sensei Jian, and we've had a serious issue with these criminals lately. They've taken over much of the city, and the police have been powerless to stop them. Well, that much is obvious. Are you certain you can help?" "We can. We've dealt with this sort of thing before," Seb assured him. "Then please, make yourself at home. I'll tell the others about our visitors." The group was then told that there would be no regular classes today because of the crisis at hand. So, Seb and the girls spent the next few hours meditating, relaxing, and preparing for the upcoming battle. Sensei Jian and his fellow martial artists offered some advice and training tips to help them in their mission. As night fell, Seb, Allison, Rose, Reagan, and Gemma stood outside the dojo, ready to make their way towards MILPH Co., the central building of the city. As they approached, they noticed that the guard at the main entrance was asleep, providing them with a lucky opportunity to slip inside undetected. The halls were quiet and deserted as they cautiously made their way through, careful not to make any noise. They passed by an ornate double fountain structure at the center of the room before [[climbing a flight of stairs.]]

Reagan grumbled as they stepped onto another warp floor tile, cursing the teleportation system. Seb tried to calm them down, but Reagan was fed up. "I swear, once we get out of this mess, I'm going to shock the shit out of that broken elevator and make it work again!" "I'm not even sure that will work," Seb said. Gemma chuckled, "We've got the pattern figured out, we just need to go to this panel..." They teleported again, following Gemma's directions. "And then we double back to this one." Another teleport brought them to their destination: the Executive Offices. "Nice work Gemma," Allison praised. "You're really getting the hang of this." They entered a spacious, modern-looking office with a large desk and a window overlooking the city. Cody stood shirtless in front of an old man sitting at the desk, demanding a Masturball. "You have no right to threaten me or my company like this!" The man yelled. Cody barked at him to shut up and slapped him. "I already am. Don't make me spring my Hokemon on your ass." Seb interrupted their confrontation by shouting at Cody. Cody smirked and greeted them casually, as if they were old friends meeting again. "You're late," he remarked. "I'm not going to ask for any explanations," Seb stated, glaring at Cody. "You know why we're here." "I'm surprised you haven't given up yet," Cody remarked. "Fuck you," Seb spat. "We've come this far. Just battle me already." Cody sighed dramatically, "You're really going to ruin my chance for a good speech? I had one prepared." "You're a bad guy." Reagan growled, "Just shut the fuck up and fight us." Cody chuckled, "Fine, fine. [[Let's see how much you've learned.|End of current content]]"

<<if $activehokemon == 4>> Gemma is already out there! <</if>> <<if $activehokemon ==2>> Great work Allison! That's enough! <<set $allisonhp = $hp>> <<set $allisonsleep = $asleep>> <<set $allisonpoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 4>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Go Gemma! <<set $hp = $gemmahp>> <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Fire.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $gemmasleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $gemmapoisoned>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 3>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> That's enough Rose! <<set $rosehp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $gemmahp>> <<set $rosesleep = $asleep>> <<set $rosepoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 4>> Go Gemma! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Fire.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $gemmasleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $gemmapoisoned>> <</if>> <<if $activehokemon == 1>> <<set $playerattack = 1>> <<set $playerdefense = 1>> Amazing Reagan! Come Back! <<set $reaganhp = $hp>> <<set $hp = $gemmahp>> <<set $reagansleep = $asleep>> <<set $reaganpoisoned = $poisoned>> <<set $activehokemon = 4>> Go Gemma! <img src= "images/CH (6)/Gemma Fire.jpeg"> <<set $extremespeed = 0>> <<set $asleep = $gemmasleep>> <<set $confused = 0>> <<set $poisoned = $gemmapoisoned>> <</if>> [[Back|Trainer Hypno Robot wants to battle!]] <<set $activehokemon = 4>>

He was out of latex gloves, but he deemed that searching the body was too important. Seb examined the shambler's body, looking for any clues or signs of infection. He noticed the same telltale markings on its skin that he had seen on the shambler in the entrance foyer—the distinctive signs of the virus that had turned these unfortunate individuals into monsters. He did his best to extract a sample of the infected tissue, the bodily fluids burning his hands as he extracted the sample. <<set $virus1samples += 1>> <h3>Obtained Virus1 sample</h3> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Vial 1.jpeg"> [[Move on]] <h3>Seb lost 20 HP!</h3> <<set $hp -= 20>>

He was out of latex gloves, but he deemed that searching the body was too important. He did his best to extract a sample of the infected tissue, the bodily fluids burning his hands as he extracted the sample. He would need to get it to a lab for analysis.<h3>Obtained Virus1 sample</h3>[[Pressing onward, Seb ventured deeper into the mansion,|Enter the mansion]] <h3>Seb lost 20 HP!</h3> <<set $hp -= 20>> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Vial 1.jpeg"> <</if>>

<<if $labsearched != 1>> Seb searched around the lab for possible supplies and found a set of latex gloves. Searching through to find them mostly ripped or damaged, he managed to find a single pair that remained intact. <<set $latexgloves += 1>> [[Go back|Descend the stairs to the east]] <<set $labsearched = 1>> <<else>> You've already searched through here. [[Go back|Descend the stairs to the east]] <</if>>

<<if $latexgloves >= 1>> With gloved hands, Seb examined the brute's oversized body and did his best to extract a sample. <<set $virus2samples += 1>> <h3>Obtained Virus2 sample</h3> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Vial 2.jpeg"> [[Return to the Main Hall|Main Hall]] <<set $latexgloves -= 1>> <h3>Seb used a latex glove!</h3> <<set $bruteinvestigated = 1>> <<else>> Seb is out of latex gloves, should he still investigate? [[Yes investigate the brute]] [[No, hold off and move on|Move on]] <</if>>

He was out of latex gloves, but he deemed that searching the body was too important. He did his best to extract a sample of the infected tissue, the bodily fluids burning his hands as he extracted the sample. <<set $virus2samples += 1>> [[Return to the Main Hall|Main Hall]] <h3>Obtained Virus2 sample</h3> <img src= "images/CH (3)/Vial 2.jpeg"> <<set $bruteinvestigated = 1>> <h3>Seb lost 20 HP!</h3> <<set $hp -= 20>>

<h4>As their bodies entwined, Seb's hands trembled as they traced the curves of Reagan's body. She could feel his hesitation, a mix of fear and uncertainty that only added to her desperation. She begged for him to take her, to make her forget everything else in this moment. Words dropped from her lips, unrecognizable, as though a stranger had found home in her throat. Seb's breath tickled her ear as he murmured words of praise, each breath she drew sharpened a gnawing ache. She pleaded with him to let go, to give into their passion completely. "Just shut up and fuck me," she whispered, her voice shaky, her breath coming in short gasps. "What the fuck are you holding back for? Are you a fucking pussy?"</h4>Seb looked at her, his hands stopping, his expression changing to one of a sharp frown, and she knew immediately that she had made a mistake. "Reagan. Stop. I'm not doing this with you right now. We're not fucking right now." <h4>He spoke firmly, stopping her in her tracks. And just like that, the heat between them dissipated. It was over. Or so she thought until she found herself reaching out for him desperately, refusing to let him leave. Her body craved his touch too much to let him go. As he turned around with a mixture of anger and sadness on his face, Reagan buried herself in his chest and begged him not to leave. But it was too late. Seb had already made up his mind. And as he walked away, Reagan felt the emptiness consume her. Everything about this moment felt wrong - the desperate begging, the harsh words exchanged, the abrupt ending. She couldn't explain it, but all she knew was that she wanted Seb by her side, no matter what. So she held onto him tightly, hoping against hope that he would stay a little longer. [[Please. Don't go.]]</h4>

"Reagan, I don't want to hurt you,"<h4>"A sudden jolt shot through her at his words, and she reached up to brush her fingers through his tousled hair. "What's wrong with me? I just want you to..." Her whispered plea was cut off in a moment,</h4>"Nothing's wrong with you, Reagan," he reassured her before claiming her lips once again. "This is a bad idea," he finally admitted, though not making any attempts to stop.<h4>But Reagan couldn't find it in herself to care about the consequences. She wanted Seb desperately, needing the release and pleasure he promised. "Don't stop," she gasped, feeling his hardness pressing against her thigh.</h4>"We shouldn't..." he groaned, but his hands were already moving down her back, pulling her tighter against him.<h4>"Please," she begged, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails scratching at his back. "Please daddy, I need you."</h4>Something in Seb shifted in that moment. His grip tightened on her body and his eyes held a primal hunger that sent shivers down her spine.</h4>"Is that what you want?"he asked, his voice suddenly deep and commanding.<h4>"Yes," she whimpered, her breath hitching.</h4>"I'm going to need to hear you say it," his voice became more firm, his hands continuing their exploration of her body.<h4>"Daddy," she breathed, her heart pounding in her chest. "I want you to fuck me." Her thoughts felt muddled and distant. They had to be. His lips were rough against hers, his hands eager on her skin. She knew she should stop, push him away and get him out of her system, but every touch from him igniting a fire promptly replaced twice over. Her fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, torn between defiance and surrender, "Then you're going to need to say something for me. If this is really what you want." He looked at her, right in the eye, his fingers on her chin, "You're mine." he growled, his voice thick with lust. <h4>Against her better judgement, she found herself yielding as her body responded eagerly to his touch, even as her mind waged an internal battle. [[I'm not fucking saying that.]]</h4>