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Fuck him. Fuck everything about him. \n\nYou turn away and make your way into the kitchen. Charging on the counter is Kale's cell. It's the only phone in the house, so you take it. He wouldn't miss it, anyway.\n\nThinking over everything until that point, the years of abuse and murder. The times Jamie would comfort you in your misery, but how she never got you out. She knew everything. She helped him. You kidnapped people for him to rape and devour. \n\nYou dial the only number you know besides Kale's. It connects after one ring. You clench your fingers into a fist, nervous. But he won't be coming after you. He won't. You can feel it; Kale does not care.\n\n"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"\n\n[["I have a story to tell."|true]]

Atop the hill sits Jamie's house. The structure is nothing worth mentioning, but the yard is magnificant. In the summer it is dotted with blossoming flowers and fresh growth. During the winter it was blankets in pristine layers of snow. Jamie did not disrupt the mounds by shoveling her driveway. Instead, she refuses to leave her house for three months.\n\nYou park in the last plowed area, which is the street at the bottom of the hill. Compulsion commands you to open your trunk, but there is only gasoline, a lighter, and blankets inside. \n\nDo you take the gasoline?\nDo you control the urges inside?\nDo you cry?\n\nYou want to light something on fire, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. The gasoline is in your hands, the lighter in your pocket. The weight of life is heavy on your shoulders.\n\nJamie is a [[good girl|good girl]].

<center><h1>Re:Merde</h1></center>\noriginal release september 22nd, 2014. \n\nwarnings for death, suicide, gore, abuse/abusive relationships, rape, cannibalism, strong language\n\n<center>[[Begin|characters]]?</center>

You roll over, hugging the soft sheets against your body. If you recall correctly, today was supposed to be important, a momentous occasion! But you couldn't drag your heavy limbs from the clutches of sleep. Heavy lids flutter open for a second. Before you is Master, watching with a soft smile. Your eyes shoot open.\n\n"<<print $playerName>>," He leans over you, brushing the hair from your eyes. "Get up. Today is special. You can't sleep through it, not again." Calloused hands remove you from the gentle confines of your bed. Master's nails dig into your artificial skin. "Get your ass to the kitchen."\n\nYou slip your wrist from his grasp, rubbing at the skin, and head to the kitchen. The clock told you it was 8 AM. You were supposed to have been up at 7. Looking downcast, you begin the breakfast making process.\n\nMake [[eggs|eggs]]? Or maybe [[pancakes|pancakes]]?\n

Once again you wake up in that room. Feelings of disgust overcome you. Surprisingly, you can bring your hands to your face this time, and tug at your hair. You look around, wondering if this is the hell Jamie told you about.\n\nMaster was sleeping in the corner, covered in dirt and grime. The walls were the same, still slicked in countless people's blood and piss. And the smell still burned as you breathed it in. \n\n"Wh..." You tried to speak, but your voice cracked, as if you had not used it in a long time. "What?" \n\nHe woke at the sound of your voice. The smile he wore was unbefitting and made you sick. He was speaking but you did not want to listen to his bullshit anymore. A scream left your mouth.\n\n"Whoa!" He yelped. "Calm down, <<print $playerName>>."\n\n"No! I died. I should be dead. How? <i>Why</i>?"\n\n"I had to save you," He shuffles towards you, arms outstretched. "I love you. I couldn't let you die... I want to spend the rest of my life with you."\n\n"I don't want to stay here, Kale," You use his name. That was when you knew he was lying, only pretending to care. There was fear in his eyes, then anger, as if to say 'You do not deserve to say something so precious'. And so you yell again. "You've kept me here for years! You make me <i>kill</i> people! People who've never wronged you... they just wanted to live, but..." \n\nHe wraps you in his arms and strokes your hair while you cry. He says something you never expected to come from his lips. "You can go any time you want, now. If it makes you happy, I am happy."\n\nSo you push him away, and walk up the stairs. Kale calls out after you, saying that he loves you, and that he would take better care of you. His voice is broken and cracking.\n\n"Please... please <<print $playerName>>... You are my light. My love. I'm sorry I was so bad to you."\n\nYou can [[turn around|go back]] or [[continue on|True End]].

When you tuck yourself in, Master lays down beside you, putting an arm around you. His breath feels warm against your neck and his apologies are soft whispers. The kisses he trails along your neck tickle.\n\nYour eyes are closed, but you can feel where his hands are trailing. They leave empty promises and bruises along your skin beneath your shirt. But you cannot protest, for Master is always right. What can you do?\n\nNothing.\n\nThe room is quiet. \n\nHe is saying "I love you", but it sounds like the way he says "I'm hungry". You let him [[eat you up|good eat]].

<center><h1>True End</h1>\nwritten by oliver davis, made in twine\nfeedback welcome at <a href="https://twitter.com/badounaiIs">twitter</a> or <a href="http://mutsukit.tumblr.com/">tumblr</a>. \nedited by <a href="https://twitter.com/constellacetion">jess</a>, simon, and jack.\n\n[[restart...|continue]]</center>

Jamie's house sits on top of a small hill and overlooks the town. The magnificant gardens are blanketed in snow for all of winter and she never bothers to shovel it away. But it looks beautiful, so you don't care, even if it means trudging up to the door waist deep in cold.\n\n"<<print $playerName>>!" She greets you at the door, the snow that was piled against it tumbling inside. "Kale said you were coming. Hurry up, I don't want all my heat getting out." She calls him by his real name without fear or hesitation.\n\nOnce you take a seat, Jamie asks if you'd like a drink. Master onyl ever offers you [[tea|tea]] or [[coffee|coffee]], and you're not sure if any other drinks exist outside of those.

<i>Dear Master,\nI am taking the car for today. It should be back before dinner. Thank you for this opportunity; I will not disappoint you.\nLove, <<print $playerName>>.</i>\n\nOnce you are satisfied with the note, you pin it to the bulletin board above the bucket. It stands alone. Deciding the paper looked lonely, you pin up five more notes, each with little hearts scrolled on them in sloppy haste. \n\nOutside, snow flutters around you and sticks to your clothes. A thin layer of frost obscures the windshield of the car. You sit in the driver's seat and wait for the car to warm up. \n\nBut first you must [[turn it on|good start car]].

Pancakes was one of your favorites; fortunately Master shared your taste in food. It took you about twenty minutes to make a full batch, which was a preferable preperation time. \n\nAs you lay two plates on the table Master enters, looking only slightly less pissed off. He pushes your hand away and picks up the plate, dumping syrup over it. The pancakes floundered in their new environment, turning into a mushy puddle.\n\nHe ground his teeth as he ate. You try not to cringe, but one wince escapes your resolve. Of course, Master catches it, and silently judges you as breakfast continues. \n\nWhen he finishes the dishes, he grabs you by the wrist before you can escape punishment. You [[follow him|room]] to his room.

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The car sputters to life after a moment. You smile; last time it groaned much more! Slowly, the windows defrost. It occurs to you that you could have scraped the frost off, but you're already sitting down.\n\nYou ease the car down the snowy driveway and into the street. It's been a while since you've driven, but this was nothing you couldn't handle, so you set out with conviction. \n\nThe roads are [[slick|icy roads]] and your [[mind|good mind]] is churning.

"I'm okay," You assure him with a smile. "Thank you."\n\n"Yes, yes. Of course." \n\nHe brushes you away, shows you back upstairs, and locks the door behind you. Your heart throbs.\n\nWere you not good enough for him?\nDoes he hate you?\nWhy did he save you, then?\n\nYou [[curl up on the floor|good floor]] and cry.

Re:Merde

You fix his tie with a smile; his face reflects your own. Master smoothes out your bedhead, cupping your cheek. His lips feel soft against yours and taste of mint.\n\n"Thank you, <<print $playerName>>," He whispers while taking the plate from the table. "I'm going to eat downstairs. Pick up someone for dinner, okay?" \n\nMaster leaves as quickly as he came, disappearing down the winding staircase. The slamming of a door follows, which is unusual. You don't follow to ask him about it, however, because your task has already been set. \n\nThe car keys are in the floral bucket, where Master always leaves them. You can either [[write a note for him|good note]], or [[take the keys|keys]].

You ask for a cup of coffee, and she asks how you like it. You don't know, so you say "with nothing". The substance she gives you leaves the most bitter of aftertastes, but you don't complain.\n\n

The sun begins to set when you open your eyes. You wasted the whole day, which will displease Master. Somehow you must make this up to him, but you can't think of a good way, other than to make dinner.\n\nBut you do that every night. \n\nUseless.\n\nSnow glitters under the street lights. Small flakes continue to drift down. You say goodbye to them as you close the curtains, even though you know they will be there in the morning. Nothing will change when the sun rises, and nothing changes when it sets.\n\nYou make stir fry for dinner. \n\nMaster holds your hand while he eats, stroking his thumb over the soft skin. It sends shivers down your spine. He does not have a gentle bone in his body, and yet he can fool you so well. A light smile forms on his lips.\n\n"That was good," He complimented you sincerely. "Thank you. Go to Jamie's tonight."\n\nYou [[like|Jamie]] Jamie.

Master does not forgive so easily. When you told him you were very sorry for the trouble you caused, he hit you.\n\nAnd he hit you again now, when you sunk to your knees and pressed your forehead to the floor. You beg him to forgive you. A boot presses against your skull and shoves you into the floor. \n\n"I give you one fucking job!" \n\n"I'm sorry, Master."\n\n"Sorry doesn't fix shit."\n\nFingers wrenched into your shoulder. They break through the weak flesh, tearing off your arm in one swift motion. The broken wires spark and the gears stop clicking. Blood spatters across the floor, spewing from the mechanical veins. Master lands a kick to your gut when you sit up in shock and you are spitting up blood on the ground.\n\nYou lay on the floor, now aware of your uselessness. Time slows around you. The edges of the room become engulfed in quickly growing shadows. Soon all is black and there is an ache in your heart. \n\n[[Nothing matters|good nothing]].

In the morning you feel like death. You can feel where he violated you, where he touched you. The face that greets you in the mirror is not your own. It is broken, eyes red from crying.\n\nYou open the cabinet and take out Master's pills. You do not know what they do, but the whole bottle is down your throat before you have a chance to think about that. It's as if he is killing you. But this is <i>your</i> decision. \n\nYou lay down and try not to cry, but the tears are coming, for he has never loved you, and you are only realizing this now, after all these years. You try to tear off your arm, but you are much weaker than him. \n\nDarkness is closing in. Death sweeps you off your feet and carries you through the threshold. It coos sweet nothings in your ear as you embrace. \n\nSomeone is calling your name, but you [[cannot yell|good yell]] back.

Thoughts rush furiously through your head. None are related to the task at hand, but you are trying.\n\nWhere are you going?\nWhose house is on the hill?\nWhy has Master slammed the door?\nWhere are you going?\nWhere?\nDo you think you can outrun your destiny?\n\nThere is nothing for you in the future. It is dictated by your sins of the present. Take a [[left|good left]] on Main ST.

<b>You</b>: a sweet being owned by Master. you have sworn undying loyalty to him, according to Jamie. you are unsure if that is correct.\n\n<b>Master</b>: very commanding and sincere, though he has a nasty temper. he seems to be dating Jamie and is in the business of making you do a needlessly large number of errands. he gives you saturday off, but you're not sure what to do with it. he is much shorter than Jamie.\n\n<b>Morvick</b>: xe is a very cool person and always carries a positive aura. you think xe is fascinating and has great fashion sense. a good influence on your life\n\n<b>Jamie</b>: she acts like Master's girlfriend, but you are unsure. she is tall and beautiful, and just as smart (you dare say, maybe more) as Master and can match him in any intellectual activity.\n\n<center>[[You cannot return to the past|name]].</center>

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His pleading cries convince you to turn around. He is as you left him, but with tears streaming down his face. On the table sits a knife of sorts, most likely used to operate on you. You grab it, then go to pull Kale into a hug. \n\nYour words soothe his sobbing and then you stab him, dragging the knife down his back. There is something pleasant about the way he screams, the way his eyes widen in terror. So you jab the blade into his stomach, and you gut him on this disgusting floor with your bare hands. Everything is squishy and delicate. Red. Wet. \n\nYou leave him there to die, and go upstairs. A man so terrible cannot be forgiven. Every pain he caused your heart could not be forgiven. Nothing was your fault. \n\nUpstairs you slump against the kitchen counter for a moment. A sudden fear comes over you. Was he really dead? He had to be. There was no way he could survive such an event. No way.\n\nAs you thought about this, someone came up beside you, and pressed a gun to your head. She was beautiful, and you were shocked she came all this way to greet you in such a way.\n\n"Jamie..."\n\n"Hello, <<print $playerName>>. I don't suppose you forgot about my house, did you?"\n\nShit. Shit shit shit. \n\n"No. I'm sorry."\n\n"Sorry doesn't fix shit. <i>You burned my fucking house down</i>!"\n\nThat was the last thing you heard before she unloaded five bullets into your fucking skull. A gunshot was so loud. The darkness that embraced you seemed even louder.\n\nThere is nothing here for you, and there will be [[nothing there for you|Bad End 1]] in the afterlife.

The bed looks slept in, which is unusual for him. The covers are disheveled, one barely clinging to the top. One pillow is at the foot of the bed, and the other is laying diagonally across the sheets. \n\nHe throws you onto the bed, grinning with malice. \n\nHis hands hold you in place, the threat of violence keeping you in check.\n\nHe takes off your clothes with slow precision. \n\nHands leave bruises on your delicate skin. Sweet kisses are pressed against your neck, teeth barely grazing the surface. He has a knife in his hand now and it brushes against your stomach. \n\n"Do you have a problem with me?" He whispers as he unbuttons his pants.\n\n"No." You do not hesitate.\n\n[[Close your eyes|evening]].

<center><h1>Bad End</h1>\nwritten by oliver davis, made in twine\nfeedback welcome at <a href="https://twitter.com/badounaiIs">twitter</a> or <a href="http://mutsukit.tumblr.com/">tumblr</a>. \nedited by <a href="https://twitter.com/constellacetion">jess</a>, simon, and jack.\n\n[[restart...|continue]]</center>

Who are you?\n\n<center>[[I am me|continue]].</center>\n\n<<set $playerName = prompt("Tell Master your name.","5293")>>

<i>Attention all of humanity.</i>\n\nBut you are not humanity.\n\n<i>... The end is nigh. Night is coming. Live your life without regret. Do not forget what Master has commanded.</i>\n\nYou do not remember turning the radio on, but it speaks the truth. You are already home again, and the snow is still falling. The fire had melted the flesh right off your arm, but pain is a foreign concept to you.\n\nWalking would be better, but you've already fucked everything up. Gears whir underneath the broken skin. Light pulses through your wirey veins. You must approach Master now and tell of your mistakes. \n\nBeg for forgiveness [[on your knees|good knees]] before your god.

Light peers through the drawn curtains, dancing across pulled blankets. It feels warm against your face. \n\n[[Wake up|wake]].\n\n[[Sleep a little longer|sleep]].

While not being a fan of eggs yourself, you stick it out for Master, who found them to be a staple of the diet. You snag two from the fridge and a pan from the lower cabinets, trying your best not to make a lot of noise. The stove is lit. Oil is dribbled into the pan.\n\nYou crack one egg open, dropping it onto the heated pan. The eggs sizzle and pop at you from the stovetop. Droplets of oil land on your arm, causing the flesh to warp. You think nothing of it, because pain is a foreign concept to one like yourself.\n\nMaster joins you in the kitchen a few moments later, while you slide the eggs out onto a plate. They are garshed with parsley. He is struggling with his tie, so you [[reach out|good reach]] to help him.

Gas is poured around the house. You don't bother greeting Jamie, but you can see movement inside. Master loves her, for she is smart and kind. But you do not know what his love is like, even though you are just as sweet. You do not feel Master's kindness. \n\nThe scent of smoke is strong and heavy in your nostrils. You cough twice, then leave. Snow does not have the ability to put out raging flames. \n\nYou slam the door when you get in the car. You drive. Master will hear about this, and be disappointed, or be proud you managed to pull off something so sinister, like him. You've always wanted Master to be proud of you! \n\nThe radio crackles on without warning and speaks to you as you cruise into town. [[Listen|good listen]] intently, <<print $playerName>>.

Something about today made it important, so you force yourself out of bed to dress and open the curtains. Outside it is snowing, flakes drifting softly in the wind. Frost clings to the windows, sparkling in the rising sun. You wrap a blanket around you for good measure.\n\nWithout tripping over the trailing ends of the blanket, you make it to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The options lie between [[eggs|good egg]] and [[pancakes|pan]].

Wallpaper suddenly becomes the most interesting thing in the world when you are sad. Inside a voice is screaming. Inside you are hurting, and the blood is rushing, and your voice is only coming out in choked sobs. But Master will never hear you, and even if he did, you know he would not come.\n\nSo you pick yourself up and wipe away the tears. \n\nYou go to the kitchen to make yourself dinner. All that's in the fridge is sliced turkey for sandwiches and raspberries. You wrap the berries in the meat and swallow, almost forgetting to chew. \n\nHe will not [[come|master sucks]].

The room you wake up in is empty, but the walls are coated in a thick layer of blood and gore. A smell hangs in the air. It burns the roof of your mouth, tongue, and nostrils. It rots. \n\nThere is a heaviness to your arm, the one Master had torn off in a blind rage. What greets you is a new arm, good as new! You try to flex it, but it is strapped to the operating table with metal clasps. Something protests behind you.\n\nMaster comes around, wiping his dirtied hands on his pants. There are smears across his face: grease mixed with blood. A smile graces his beautiful face. \n\n"Good morning," He greets you, removing the clasps from around your wrists. "Everything should be all better now. How are you feeling?"\n\nYou think to [[ignore|ignore]] him, but you were feeling [[alright|i feel good]].