soulping | opal

[okay but bookshelf always needs to be checked first]

[Touching the bookshelf gives you a specific feeling: you have to always be working hard. You can’t let yourself relax for a moment, because you’ll become complacent, and if you’re complacent, you’ll never escape. All you want is to get out of this place and go where people will understand and value you.]

...Ah.

[going to try the closet door next]

[The foreboding feeling grows as you approach the closet, and you'll find that the door is firmly locked.]

[welp let's investigate the desk]

[Approaching the desk means you're approaching the record player as well. As you get close, the music gets more erratic and strange. It keeps changing, becoming darker and more desperate.]

[...hesitantly reaching out to touch it]

[As you touch the record player, the music abruptly stops. It’s replaced with a familiar voice.]

Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me

[It doesn’t show signs of stopping unless interrupted.]

I'll do my best.

[and since he doesn't know how to make it stop, going to take a look at the bed]

[The bed feels like it’s made of plastic. The mattress, pillows and blankets are all stiff and hard rather than soft and pliable as a normal bed would be.

Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it together.]

[is it possible to lift the blankets and pillows at all to check if there's anything under them?]

[I WAS HERE ALL ALONG]

...This place is depressing.

I don't know this person at all, but... it does seem like she's not very happy, doesn't it?

Well, I knew that already, but.....

[It is! there's nothing underneath, but as you separate the layers of bedding, it starts to feel less like plastic and more like a real bed.]

[well that's something! going to the window next]

[Touching the window gives you an immediate sense of hope rising in your chest. Out there is an entire world that you have yet to see - you’re going to get there someday. You won’t be stuck here forever.]

[oh that strikes a chord

is it possible to open the window]

[You can't open it normally, but it seems thin enough that you may be able to break it open.]

Should we break it...?

Yes.

[SMASHIN THE SHIT OUT OF THAT WINDOW]

[what i that icon]

Woah, be careful!

[What are you smashing it with? Your fist, or an item from the room?]

[that icon is the face of a boy about to stab his best friend

and he is smashing the window with an elbow]

[if this works she might be impressed]

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