Evermore

>Start.

Your name is Peter Holmes and your not a fan of that one series just to clear things up beforehand.

After a long day of baking and blogging, you've finally been able to settle down and do a spot of reading on your phone. You're a little bit slow in the head but have a 'good enough I guess.' heart according to peers. You find the paranormal an odd concept and don't really believe in ghosts and such- but you wouldn't be surprised if one just waltzed up and walked through you or something. Oh! You just hit 60 likes on your new cake post-sweet!...

Pun intended.

What shall you do?

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Spoiler -- I N V E N T O R Y--
--Phone--

>Your hair's looking a little Messy, Pete! Better go to that NORMAL MIRROR and fix it up! Don't worry, nothing scary will happen!

>Examine mirror

>Pocket the decoration to your left and put that bowl on your head.

>Check time.

Ah. Well, it's 02:51 in the morning. Almost the devils hour. Ohhhh spooky. Your joking. 3 AM challenges are fun and all but they got old really quickly.
???:Alright, let's do this. Camo on.



You get the strange compulsion to go check up your hair. You walk on over to the TOTALLY NORMAL mirror (why wouldn't it be?) and take a gander at yourself. You've had this mirror since you came to the apartment. In fact, it's always been hanging on your bedroom wall...You look good enough in your opinion. huh. Wonder why you felt the need to go on over there.



You don't think you'll be able to pick up the flower art. Your hoodie can only store so much stuff in it and it definitely won't fit this flower art in. Is it even flower art anymore? You don't know. You try putting the bowl on your head after, to commemorate your 'fallen heroes'...it doesn't fit. What a shame. You feel played in the hands of time. Whatever is making you do all this stuff really likes to confuse you. You're not even tired anymore. Life is crazy.

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-- I N V E N T O R Y --
--Phone--

>Check drawers.
>Equip pillow as weapon when the hands of time fall on witching hour.

>Examine room

>Stomp your feet loud enough to scare your neighbors.

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You start rummaging through your drawers to get a better look at what you've got here. There's a drawer full of shorts, another full of your blue hoodies and the top one is jammed shut. You think you put too much junk in that drawer. The drawer near the door is just decoration so there's nothing there for you to get. Oh! Your bedside drawer seems to have some stuff in it though.

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Spoiler-- D R A W E R--
--3 blue pens--
--1 pocket sodoku--
--1 phone charger--
--1 bag of 5 conkers--
--1 bottle of deodorant--

You bag a pen and pocket sodoku for your night of debauchery for now.


You feel the need to contemplate your bedroom. Your room is apart of this 'rich' apartment complex in the middle of the woods. It's almost like a sky-scraper if it didn't have to inhabit people inside. That made it significantly smaller. There's a neighbour above and below you. You've met neither of them though. There's some really odd art on the walls and odd looking ornaments. You only own these so you fit in with the 'rich aesthetic' the complex has to go on. Your pillows were stitched to your bed by your niece when she last came over and wanted to try sowing. With every bedsheet and pillowcase you own. It's sad.

Suddenly you get an idea to possibly meet one of your neighbours.

You start violently stomping on the floor, thumping your arms against the bed and making a ruckus. Surely the people downstairs must become concerned about your well-being and pop on up to come and see you. To be fair, you do need to let them in. So it's not like they'll find a dead body or some-


Oh? What's this book doing here?

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Spoiler-- I N V E N T O R Y--
--phone--
--blue pen--
--pocket sodoku--

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>...Was that an Imp? Eh. Probably not.
>Right-o, check that book. Maybe poke it with the pen first, just to be safe. Y'never know with mysterious books.

>What does the cover say?

You could've sworn you saw something black out of the corner of your eye but then it just vanished. Maybe your eyes are just drunk tired, maybe you're just hallucinating after all. Maybe you should get some sleep. But alas, the book intrigues you.



You waltz on up to the book and do a quick check-over on it. 'A girl scouts guide to the Necronomicon. 6 free spells for a budding girl scout!' You give it a quick poke with your pen to see if it does anything. Nothing seems to be happening...



You are now the 'Imp'. He not-so-politely explains to you that his name is Azruel and he's a Demonic Minion. Not an Imp.

Your name is Azruel and you are currently arguing with your co-worker Zazel about why the Girlscouts Guide to the Necronomicon is pink. It was clearly white the last time the two of you checked it out and you want to know what nitwit decided to mix it into the blood spells section. Zazel says that it looks less threatening and demonic, and fits in with the whole 'we have pinky-red eyes, fear us' thing the Demonic Minions have going on. It scares away the other Minions. You think that what Zazel's saying is bullshit and that he should check his place and privileges. But he just won't back down.

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Spoiler--TEXTLOG--

Azruel: No, it's just- no. You need to tell me who sorted out the library last. It just won't go without punishment.
Zazel: I can't. I don't know who was in the library last. Besides, it actually looks good, less threatening and people may actually use it. Fulfil the prophecy.
Azruel: Ugh, May the smiling god help me! I can't believe that you think these bastards are the ones to fulfil the prophecy. You thought the same with the bunch before the last!
Zazel: No, this feels different this time, I sware! These people are the one.
Azruel: Like I'm saying, the Girlscouts Guide to the Necronomicon isn't supposed to look like a teenage girls diary! It's supposed to be used by our leader to either fuck up immensely or on the slim-ass chance it works, fulfil the prophecy.
Zazel: So you do think it'll work!
Azruel: No! It's not going work. There's like a 1 in a billion chance that'll work, dipshit.
Zazel: Okay, you know I don't know what those freaky, human words mean. But I'm going to say that 'dipshit' is probably a bad thing and take offence to that. How dare you call me a dipshit.
Azruel: We're getting sidetracked. I've done the thing for like the 6th time this year-
Zazel: It's been 20 years.
Azruel: Whatever. Now what?
Zazel: Now we wait.
Azruel: For fuck's sake.

Guess you're not going anywhere for a while. Man Zazel sucks, he knows that you're right. If it was left there for a little longer, you'd be fine with the thing being red-just not pink. Pink's the Sirens colour, the hellish colour of the ocean fuckers. Jesus Christ, as humans would say, this shit sucks.

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Spoiler-- I N V E N T O R Y --
--23 bottles of Soot--
--243 Dcoin--
--10 bottles of vapours--
--Phone--
--2 blue pens--

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You may now switch between Peter and Azruel!

Who will you be and what will you do?

>Switch to Peter, and try touching the book.
>Read the foreword or preface, acknowledgements, and skim through the table of contents

You are now Peter. Well, you never stopped being you-but you get what you mean...You think. You sit down on your bed and open up the book. Nothing seems to happen when you picked it up, so you just sat down and began reading it. The first page is the preface, not that you actually know that it is the preface though.





This thing just keeps on getting weirder and weirder. One of your friends must be going an awful long way to play a prank on you right now. You tell them that they should just come out of hiding...nothing. They must really be taking this whole thing seriously.

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Spoiler-- I N V E N T O R Y --
--phone--
--Blue Pen--
--Pocket Sudoku--

>Huh. Well, nothing better to do right now anyways. Whaddya got for us, chapter one?

>Wait. We? This book must have been for an organization.
>Keep reading.

You stop reading here and decide to try out the whole 'are you magical?' test...



You think of one of your more happier memories. Last year, you're with your friends, finally together after so long in New York. You're all going to watch this new musical together and you got closer with one of your...best friends that day too! After the musical, you all went out for ice cream and walked about the dog park for a while.



Success! It looks like you are the Executioner of Pain...you don't like the sound of the title though. Oh well. Looks like you're just going to have to suck it up. You also flip back to the Acknowledgements... Does this book belong to some sort of cult or something? Who's 'We' what do they do? And where is this portal-thingy-ma-bob that'll take you to your 'Minions' hideout?

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Spoiler-- I N V E N T O R Y --
--Phone--
--Blue pen--
--Pocket Sudoku--

>Minions, huh? Well, off to the index section...
>...Maybe try out a basic health spell or two first. Just in case.

>Continue reading from where you left off to try out other spells

[align=centre]You heave the book over to the index and go to the 'm' section. You're a little curious about the whole concept of minions and it seems good to look into it. There's thankfully not as much as you'd thought was there. Manna, Magic, Metta- ah Minions.

Minions- Page 311

Rolling back in the book, you go over to page 311. Thankfully it's not that far away from the index




Okay, you've got a bit of a better grip on this stuff now. You flip all the way back to the end of Normal spells, intending to go onto Basic Health Spells. Huh. There's an inventory spell that's 'useful if used correctly'...like a video game. This isn't what you're looking for, you need to go to the next section. You do so. A healing spell would be a great idea if you need to help anyone in need, so you go to the first basic spell on the list.



{The mind flips a coin...}



You decide to learn the first option of the two for when you need it. Healing an alley or a friend seems like a great idea! When you truly believe someone is hurt and want them to heal from the bottom of your heart, You can now cast Thin Mints!


{Your timeline is changing...}


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SpoilerAzruel: You can't fucking stop me from just bringing him to us you know? You're below me.
Zazil: It's advice. I'm not trying to tell you what to do Azrule. I'm saying what's best for us all. If the Prophet finds us first then that's one of the best outcom-
Azruel: Bull-shit! Everyone has died when we just sit on our asses and wait! I'm going out there! You can't stop me!
Zazil: Yeah, but I'm blaming you if everything goes haywire.

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You leave the bar. Zazil just doesn't get how bored you are of doing this by now...oh hey, the kid's not in here, where'd he go? You pick up the Necronomicon and store it in your inventory. There we go, safe and sound now.


With all this odd stuff happening, you think a little TV would be a great idea of stuff to wind down with. That 70's show and The great British bake-off specifically. Oh..Your Tv's frozen. Isn't that great? You sign and just stare at the screen. Why is everything just so odd? You thought that a friend was playing a prank on you- but it turns out that they're not. Man, tonight has been crazy.[/align]

>Why not go for a walk? Polk around and see if anything else is odd tonight.

>Examine living room

Ah yes. This is your living room. It has been home to many game nights and has a crappy view of a wall so you just leave the curtains closed all the time...there's not really much more new information you can gather from here really. You kind of expected you'd shone most of the light on this house when you got he-Oh Jesus fuck what's that!

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SpoilerAzruel: Dude stop screaming...It's only me.
Peter: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-
Azruel: Prophet.
Peter:hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-
Azruel: Bullshit boy.
Peter:hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-
Azruel: You know, you have some execlent lungs for screaming this loud and long.
Peter: hhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Azruel: You done?
Peter: The hell are you?
Azruel: I'm your mother on a saturday night after kareoke- What,yYou haven't seen a minion before?
Peter: Psh- yeah. Of course I have. What do you take me for, an idiot?
Azruel: With you acting like more of a child than barkeep, then yes. I take you for an idiot.
Peter: Oh, how rude! You think you can just barge in here, wearing one of my hoodies and think you own the-oh wait that's litreally what you guys are like.
Azruel: Yeah, wise-up dipshit. Get your facts striaght or else you'll be eaten alive.
Peter: By...you?
Azruel: No. We don't need to eat. You'll be eaten alive by anything that crawls out of your mirror. Starting from like, 6 minutes ago.
Peter: 3AM?
Azruel:Yeah, so let's split from this popsicle stand and do a perimiter check.
Peter: I mean, I was gonna do a little walk about my house but...yeah sure.
Azruel: Do you have anything weapon-y?
Peter: There'll be knives in the kitchen, I guess.
Azruel: Great, we'll check there first. Getting you a weapon is a good start.
Peter: What's your name?
Azruel: Pardon?
Peter: What's your name.
Azruel: Why the hell would you want to know that?
Peter: It's what people ask eachother when they just meet.
Azruel:...no
Peter: Well hello, my name's Peter.
Azruel: You don't get attached to people if you don't know their name. Your or I could die at any time. So I'm not calling you Peter.
Peter:...
Azruel: Good. Now let's go check out the kitchen.

Man, this guy's overpowering, you don't think you'd ever get a chance to get a word in when taking to him. You follow him to the kitchen though. Maybe 'no' will become a better person and not be a total dick towards you later down the line.



Oh. there's some weird, bat-bird eye thingy in your kitchen. Just what you needed. Obviously not.

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Spoiler-- I N V E N T O R Y --
--Phone--
--Blue Pen--
--Pocket Sudoku--

-- S P E L L S --
--Thin Mints: Heal minor cuts or bruises--

>Fling minion at eye as distraction, retrieve knife