"Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the Universe loves nothing so much as to change the things which are, and to make new things like them." - Marcus Aurelis
You are IT, you are, Frisk?
You have encountered a horrid flower, it ran away.
"Die!" The flower said.
You waited, and waited, but nobody came.
You walked through the ruins of structures long since their prime, metal pipes lined the walls, and came across a star floating on the ground.
The star filled you with [SWAP_ADJ]
You continued dowm these dark halls, encountered a puddle with scrap metal floating inside it.
You flirt with the puddle... It foams up a bit. It can't talk, yet.
You pet the puddle, it began to spew a strange white liquid into the air. The puddle began to sob uncontrollably,
"No. No. No. No. No. No."
You talked to the puddle, it stopped sobbing mostly,
"No more. No more. No more. No more."
Great Job!-Great Job!
It is now merely crying.
Music filled the room, the deed is done...
You Won the battle!
You walked down a corridor of machinery, the flower made its appearance again, one of its torn pedals fell to the ground, they give you something.
item_locket_text_%!
"t_ake?"
You take the locket.
"Thank you ... Thank you ... Thank you ... Thank you, thank. Thank you . Thank you. Thank you . Thank, and thank you, thank you. Tha thank you ... Thank you. Tha thank you. Heheheheheehehehee-lp?" Thank you. Thanky thank you, thank you, thank you. thank you. Heheheheheehehehehehehehehe-lp.
The flower fell apart, you got the locket.
You unlocked the locket, to find a note.
A strange symbol was on the note.
What could this be? You wondered, unable to speak.
You opened the message.
I'm waiting... Let's play a game.
You... Can't move...
Don't get scared.
I need to pick the flower out.
It's... Hard to pick...
You know what to do... Just close your eyes...
You are now in the room again.
Take the flower...
You can't move... It's so hard...
Just take the flower...
You opened your eyes... The flower is gone.
You are now in a new room, a solid room. You feel so tired... It hurts.
Look at the note on the ground...
The note reads: You are a real hero.
Then, the room goes dark.
You get up and walk towards the exit.
You walk out into snowdin, again to find one of those IT's there.
IT noticed you and began to run towards you at superhuman speed.
You slam the door shut before it can get inside, and lock it, thinking fast on how to get rid of the creature.
IT punches and kicks the door, screaming in your mind.
You feel a sharp pain in your head each time IT hits.
You can't let IT in, or you're dead. You need to think of something.
You remember the locket.
You head into your obj_inventory, where you find the locket.
You take a deep breath, and call for help.
The locket shines brightly, and a voice fills your head.
"Wake up, hero." the voice says. "Time to face another challenge."
You close your eyes, and concentrate.
You'll need to be quick too, because IT can move at super speed.
"Too bad, hero. You're weak, and will die here."
Suddenly, you hear a high-pitched scream.
You open your eyes, and find yourself in the dark room again.
The scream was from the monstrosity outside.
The locket glows once more, and the voice speaks to you again.
"Do you want to see your friends again, hero?" the voice asks.
You are unable to reply, as you have no mouth.
What... is this? you think.
You look at the locket, and find that the symbol that glowed has changed to [?].
You don't recognize this.
The monster outside screams, as you can hear its claws tearing through the walls.
"Well then, hero. It's time to make a choice..." the disembodied voice says. "Choose wisely."
The glow of the locket disappears as its symbol changes to [ ].
You will take this chance.
You quickly rush up to the creature, a loud scream came from the locket.
You don't know what you did, but the roar of energy has stopped.
The walls get torn down, and there is no more sign of darkness.
The roar of energy stops with a final, long howl from the monster, and the walls are repaired.
You think, you thank.
And then you go to work.
You enter a trance, holding the locket in your hands you split the souls of the abomination.
They are now yours to keep, the monstrosity dissipated and the energy bound to you.
The glow of the locket disappears as its symbol turns to , you have helped IT.
"Thank you, hero of IT," the voice returned "The wicked will always be defeated by the pure."
Pure, they must be purified.
"The wicked can't be allowed to live, hero. They must be eliminated.
That's why the gods created you.
To carry out my will, to carry out not only my will.
There are those who should not exist in the world.
They must be purified. For the good of everyone.
Only you can accomplish this holy task, hero. Only you."
Holy, it must be holy.
"You are the only one who can purify the wicked.
The only one who can keep the world safe from harm.
I have watched you, I have awaited you, I have guided you.
Follow the path I set out for you.
This is your path.
Follow it.
Your mission.
Do not falter from it.
Follow it and you will be a hero.
Go against the path and you will be judged.
You will not only be judged, but you will suffer greatly.
Your soul will be forfeit."
The voice is gone, and the locket's glow dies away to a peaceful, black
You can see the bloody handprints that dot your chest, but you know in time they will fade.
Your mission now, is to purge the wicked, these abominations that plague the world.
The path laid out before you is clear, just like the symbols that burn so bright upon your chest.
You have a mission, and now you have a purpose.
The world needs cleaning, and it's your job to do it.
Something changed...
You hold the locket to regain your bearings.
You reach a hand out, touching the symbols on your chest as you do so.
Now that you think about it, the burning pain you felt was painful and familiar.
Remembering what the voice said, you touch the symbols once again, hoping to discern their meaning.
You feel your heart stop for a moment. You hear a noise, different than the one you just heard, and your head snaps around.
You see a tall figure standing there, illuminated by light that leaked from a pipe, looking at you.
You see the eyes.
The same empty eyes. So many eyes... The same eyes that just watch you, unblinking.
His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. The figure starts to raise a hand in the direction of your face.
You grab the figure's arm, digging your nails into the soft flesh and feeling a torrent of blood gush out. It howls, stumbling back through the door it just came through.
You hear the howls of... things forming on the figure, disturbed from their nightmares. You here IT, the desperate howls of creatures in pain and need h_lp.
You can't let go. You shake your head, trying to make the voices stop, but they only grow louder.
The howls are so pitiful, so sad. You need to do something, but what? What can you do against this monstrosity?
Suddenly, one of the burning symbols on your chest burns. The pain is sudden and sharp, but it also feels familiar. Like the pain you feel when someone slaps you.
Except this is much stronger.
The grotesque figure is looking at you with a mixture of agony and hatred, clutching his arm and stepping forward. A blood soaked figure starts to rise up out of the shadows, approaching you...
You hear the voice from inside your head,
"I can't help you through all the torment so clearly filling your mind, you'll have to do the work yourself."
You feel the pain subside, and the strange figure's arm is once again available for you to grab. It pulls away, leaping into the shadows.
You give chase, leaping through the door with ease. You find yourself in a very familiar place; Snowdin
AN:
I hope you guys enjoyed that, it was fun to make!