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Note to any reading: This story changes based on the decisions of you, the readers. At the end of a section, I'll leave a decision. Tell me what you think should happen next, and based on those votes, the entire story will change.
Have fun.
CHAPTER 1
Aaron Szayel sat lounging in a dark room, staring out a window. The only source of light in the room was in his face, and it bored him. His head rested on his hand, propped up on the sarm of the couch. He stared out at the morning sky, mildly annoyed at how long it took for the day to pass. A few young girls passed by on the sidewalk of his road, no doubt on their way to school. He paid them no mind.
He turned to face the darkness of his home, his long silver hair thrown into the back of the couch he lounged on. At the sight of the unknown, his heart began beating closer to its normal rate. Aaron always enjoyed the unknown. In the pursuit of this, he continually moved things around in his house, always in the dark, so he would never know what he would walk in to.
Aaron stood up, reaching out as he walked, to try and feel his way around the room. He immediately found the table, several steps from the couch. Continuing to feel his way around, he found the chair on the left of the table.
His search was halted by his phone, sitting on the table he had just found, lighting up and blaring an obscure ringtone at him. He sighed, picking it up and answering it.
“Hello?” the classic phone answer was not below him.
“G’day there, Aaron.” From the voice and the words, he knew it was his boss, Ivan.
“Hey, Ivan. What can I do for you?”
“Show up today, is one idea.” He answered. “Let me put it in perspective for ya - you haven’t shown up 5 times in the last 2 months. My patience has run out, and everything on my list of excuses for you has been crossed out. You don’t show up today, don’t show up again. We understand each other.”
Aaron sighed. “Understood, boss. I’ll be there on time.”
“Let’s hope so. Bye.” Ivan hung up.
Aaron sighed, hunging up and plonking the phone back on the table. Losing that job wouldn’t be so bad. After all, what’s so great about watching stuff pass by on a conveyor belt, picking out the ones that don’t look right? The pay isn’t even that much - he could get by without it.
Aaron shook his head, and turned to take a rest until he went to work, only for his phone to blare again. This time, it was a short, 5-second message tone. Once again sighing, he picked it up and read the message:
Evidence found. Will find perp next time leaves shoeprint. - Harold
Looking at this message, Aaron’s heart began singing. Harold was a police investigator who had been put in charge of a murder case. Aaron had managed to convince Harold he was an even better investigator by the name of Hans Vickelrung. Every so often, Harry would send him a message about a murderer that calls himself “Silence”.
Of course, every time he got a message from Harold, he felt a suspicion that he didn’t actually think he was Hans Vickelrung, but quickly dismissed it... After all, the real Hans Vickelrung was dead, taken by Silence in secret.
“Oh well.” Aaron said to himself. “Looks like I have to go out today anyway.”
He was a bit tired, and there was time until his shift began. Then again, there were some people to phone. Or he could head out now, and have a bit of fun.
Which should it be?
{} Sleep for a couple of hours, then go to work.
{} Phone a friend.
{} Go out (where?)
Have fun.
CHAPTER 1
Aaron Szayel sat lounging in a dark room, staring out a window. The only source of light in the room was in his face, and it bored him. His head rested on his hand, propped up on the sarm of the couch. He stared out at the morning sky, mildly annoyed at how long it took for the day to pass. A few young girls passed by on the sidewalk of his road, no doubt on their way to school. He paid them no mind.
He turned to face the darkness of his home, his long silver hair thrown into the back of the couch he lounged on. At the sight of the unknown, his heart began beating closer to its normal rate. Aaron always enjoyed the unknown. In the pursuit of this, he continually moved things around in his house, always in the dark, so he would never know what he would walk in to.
Aaron stood up, reaching out as he walked, to try and feel his way around the room. He immediately found the table, several steps from the couch. Continuing to feel his way around, he found the chair on the left of the table.
His search was halted by his phone, sitting on the table he had just found, lighting up and blaring an obscure ringtone at him. He sighed, picking it up and answering it.
“Hello?” the classic phone answer was not below him.
“G’day there, Aaron.” From the voice and the words, he knew it was his boss, Ivan.
“Hey, Ivan. What can I do for you?”
“Show up today, is one idea.” He answered. “Let me put it in perspective for ya - you haven’t shown up 5 times in the last 2 months. My patience has run out, and everything on my list of excuses for you has been crossed out. You don’t show up today, don’t show up again. We understand each other.”
Aaron sighed. “Understood, boss. I’ll be there on time.”
“Let’s hope so. Bye.” Ivan hung up.
Aaron sighed, hunging up and plonking the phone back on the table. Losing that job wouldn’t be so bad. After all, what’s so great about watching stuff pass by on a conveyor belt, picking out the ones that don’t look right? The pay isn’t even that much - he could get by without it.
Aaron shook his head, and turned to take a rest until he went to work, only for his phone to blare again. This time, it was a short, 5-second message tone. Once again sighing, he picked it up and read the message:
Evidence found. Will find perp next time leaves shoeprint. - Harold
Looking at this message, Aaron’s heart began singing. Harold was a police investigator who had been put in charge of a murder case. Aaron had managed to convince Harold he was an even better investigator by the name of Hans Vickelrung. Every so often, Harry would send him a message about a murderer that calls himself “Silence”.
Of course, every time he got a message from Harold, he felt a suspicion that he didn’t actually think he was Hans Vickelrung, but quickly dismissed it... After all, the real Hans Vickelrung was dead, taken by Silence in secret.
“Oh well.” Aaron said to himself. “Looks like I have to go out today anyway.”
He was a bit tired, and there was time until his shift began. Then again, there were some people to phone. Or he could head out now, and have a bit of fun.
Which should it be?
{} Sleep for a couple of hours, then go to work.
{} Phone a friend.
{} Go out (where?)
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