The Game With Higher Stakes
(Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, and some events in the story.)
Summary: We've all heard of the 'Game,' but what if it was different, and what if the game was completely flipped upside down? An AU in which our Game Inventor knows more than just his game. In a story that you - the readers- make the choices, you determine their fate, you all run the show, creating a whole different possible future among other unique outcomes. It's your story; it's your turn to play "God."
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**Rules of the Game:
Number 1. Choose Wisely. Your choices influence not just the characters, but also the future of the story.
Number 2. Remain on good terms with your fellow friends. It could increase your chances of survival.
Number 3. Have fun.
Let's commence this game!
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"Welcome." The man before him glanced at the paperwork in hand, retrieving the patient's name with calculating hazel eyes, and as he set down the folder, it was immediately closed. "Since this is one first meeting, I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Dr. Hill." The man, who was definitely a psychiatrist, outstretched his arm, hand within reach of the boy.
His hand cautiously rose to meet the analyst's hand before he decided to glance up at the desk. A.J. Hill was perched along the wood; therefore, it was clearly the name of the balding man in front of him.
"Very well, shall we begin with our first session?"
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"Let's part like we're fucking porn stars, okay..? And make this one a trip we never forget, alright? YES!"
(-SAMANTHA starts up the story, just like in the video game.)
On the screen of the dirty-blonde haired nineteen year old's phone played a video from a long time friend. Her hazel eyes observed the clear happiness of her dear friend; it has definitely been awhile since she heard from him- in fact, as far as she knew, everyone hasn't heard from him after the tragic event a year ago. She couldn't forget it, her best friend had died that night, along with her twin sister.
Beth and Hannah. A frown shifted her face, as she thought about what occurred a year ago from this exact date. A prank- which had gone terribly wrong- caused Hannah to run into the storm, and her younger sister followed. They were never found, even the search provided no closure. The search lasted around two months, while the eight other teens stayed at the lodge.
She remembered a lot of police venturing into the night, and most never returned- said to be from the storms and heavy snow, so the search was called off. Just like the missing policemen, Hannah and Beth were suspected to have been swiped up by the storm. Josh didn't seem to appreciate their cease of the investigation, but nonetheless, he agreed to leave Blackwood Pines.
The bus pulled over, doors creaking open, and the blonde stepped off into the blistering cold.
Ten Hours until Dawn.
She held in a shiver and walked forward, hands shifting the gate so she could go through. She paused for a moment. It has nearly been ten months from her last visit here because unlike some others, she stayed to help explore the mountain in attempt to locate her friends.
She was very considerate, and she was also extremely diligent and adventurous. However, she was only allowed to look around in the daytime, usually not even then. She closed the gate behind her. When she made her way toward the cable car station, her feet forced her to stop. There were two ways she could go. One was left, and it just happened to be the main path, but there was also a smaller path to the right.
Go Left. or Go Right.
(AN: This is where you can choose, just write down your answer in a review and make sure to put the name of the character or their beginning initial because in later chapters there may be different parts in which you have to decide from. Whichever one "Left" or "Right" has the most reviews for it, it will happen in the story.)
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(-CHRISTOPHER)
A shot rang out as his fingers pulled the trigger on the gun, and he almost did a victory dance upon realizing where the shot had landed. "Bull's eye!" Instead, of prancing around, a grin split his face. "Time for another go, Chris one, bag zero." He aimed and fired. This time the wind made the bag sway, so he hit the outside ring. Quickly, he glanced over his shoulder.
After seeing no one, he shrugged off the shot. No one saw it, so it didn't happen. He continued to fire at the various objects in the shooting range. The dirty-blond male, who was both protective and humorous, was methodical, as well, hence why he carefully aimed and understood where his shot would normally land. Blue eyes darted across the area, deciding which to shoot at next.
He drew the gun to his shoulder and took a deep breath. There was much to choose from. Concluding that he should indeed take down a bottle, his finger pulled back, gun kicking backward to connect with his shoulder. The bottle exploded from the impact of the bullet, and the male let out a cheer. He returned to shooting, only to freeze when a sound reached his eardrums.
He couldn't determine what it was, but he knew nothing good could come of it- or maybe he was a little jumpy. Yes, that was all, so he placed down the gun and journeyed to his bag. The shooting range was a great distraction from the soon-to-be no service on the mountain. With a glance up at the approaching cable car above him, he slung his bag over his shoulder, getting ready to board on.
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(-EMILY and MATTHEW)
A female with black shoulder-length hair walked along the path, boyfriend in tow- who just happened to be carrying not just his bag, but the woman's luggage, and man did she have bags! The bags were heavy and large, at least compared to his single one.
The woman may - or may not- appear intelligent or resourceful, but she was, and she was definitely very persuasive. The light brown gaze of the woman connected with the brown eyes of her current boyfriend, and she said, "Are you sure you didn't forget anything?"
The darker eyes shifted to stare at the bags in each of his hands. "I think we have everything..." The other set down the bags for a second as snow adorned his raven hair. In thought, the woman listed off which bags they had, and she discovered something
"Matt, you forgot my spotted bag," she instantly blamed him.
"Em, you probably left it at home." He didn't remember a "spotted bag," but she seemed incessant that she could not leave it behind.
Insist. There wasn't any other bag. or Concur. Maybe I forgot it.
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(-JESSICA)
The blonde woman sat at the top, waiting for a particular person the show up. Happening to be severely trusting, she suspected the one she was longing to see would arrive soon. Her fingers were frozen! She rubbed her hands together to increase friction, thus establishing some heat.
She was a confident human being or so she stressed, and she was irreverent, as well. Growing slightly worried, she fidgeted on the bench with a frown. To reduce her anxiety, she removed her phone from her pocket.
After watching the time change on her phone, she placed it back into her coat. She rose to her feet, and with one last look at the clock on her phone, she headed toward the lodge. Her boyfriend- the one she had been wanting to stay there for- only acknowledged that he would meet her up on the mountain. Therefore, he might actually already be waiting for her at the lodge, where there's most likely warmth- even more so when she reaches it.
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(-MICHAEL)
He approached the bench, where he could of sworn that Jess was just sitting. He looked over his shoulder, and he noticed blond hair in the distance. It had to be Jess, right? He followed the figure down, not once did his brown eyes shift to the footprints.
Continuously, he put one foot in front of the other, slowly gaining on the person. Opting to scare the girl, he strayed from the path in favor for a even more strenuous way to get to her. Silently, the intelligent lad, who was additionally persuasive and driven, quickened his pace to reach in front of the girl; it was easier to catch her off guard if he could first study her movements- or see if she was glancing at her precious phone.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spied what he suspected was animal trails, and there were multiple different ones. He crept a few more feet, hearing Jess's steps, boots crunching the snow in her wake.
Jump Out. or Check to See Who It Is First.
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(-ASHLEY)
She had showed up early, having being one of the first ones up the mountain, and she immediately claimed the telescope, so she could pick up anything good. So far, she was unlucky. She drew from the telescope just as the wind whipped her reddish hair around her face. Turning back to the telescope, the green eyes searched the mountain, not finding anything too interesting once again.
The redhead- who happened to be academic, inquisitive or curious, and forthright or straightforwardly honest- released her grip on the telescope. Despite the chill she felt, nothing seemed wrong; nothing even seemed to have changed from a year ago. The memory was burned into her mind, but she shoved it away. Didn't Josh say something about coming up here for his sisters, to make it a night they're always remember?
She looked into the instrument that allowed her to see far distance and moved it around, spotting a familiar face. "Speaking of Josh," her voice came out softly, as if she- herself- didn't notice she spoke aloud. She surveyed the area until she noticed another recognizable person. There was Chris! Now, a soft smile pushed passed her lips; she just couldn't help it.
She moved the scope a little, but hesitated. "Whoa..." She swirled the telescope back, brows furrowing in concentration. What was that?
Something tapped her shoulder, and she let out a loud scream, jumping back away from the telescope. "JOSH!"
Said male just laughed and through up his hands. "Don't shoot, I'm unarmed." He paused, adding tension to his next statement. "And I don't deserve this... to die like this... I was building a house, well fixing it."
She grew confused, unsure of what he was saying exactly. The dark brown haired male now sported a smirk. "Never heard of the movie Unforgiven, Ash?"
She just shook her head, resulting in Josh shrugging. "That's... too bad. I should find it for everyone to watch later." With that, the man retreated to the lodge. Josh- boy was he complex, thoughtful, and loving- sometimes was a bit strange, but who could really blame him. He had a dream of being a film director, producing various movies, so he just had to be a bit different.
In fact, all of the eight people coming for another "weekend of fun" were a bit strange, compared to some people's standards. She just hoped that this time would be different than the first.
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**All Characters' Menus- such as their traits (ex. honest, funny, curious...)- are normal, since it is the beginning of the "Game."
(This is something new I decided to do; something unique, perhaps? You get to choose who lives with your choices, and as for the "author's" opinion, I want everyone to survive, but that may not happen, so you're warned! Well, I think I've got everything incorporated from the game, except for the QTEs. However, I know what to do for the Don't Move sequences. You can either type Don't Move or Move, depending if you want their death. More reviews for a particular choice will definitely be chosen to partake in the story. So enjoy, and tell me what you think. Also, the game will include some things from the original, but there's a lot of things I'm going to create, hence why I started with Dr. Hill and a younger "Psycho." Don't worry, you get to answer questions that the analyst asks you next time!)
Unforgiven, a movie from 1992, owns the quote, "I don't deserve this... to die like this. I was building a house." I haven't watched it fully, only a few parts of it, so I'm not exactly a hundred percent positive if it's any good.
Choosing Options are Closed for this Chapter. 1/30/16