It's your first day at Doseiai-sha High School. What is the name on your fresh and crunchy ID?
[[Quill Parker-Hanson->spoog]]
[[(click to type)->Untitled Passaeeeeee]]
[[eat your ID -> cronch]]"Hey Quill!" A bird waddles near you and rage floods you. You smack the bird and punt that sucker back to whatever avian hellhole it flew out off. Strangers applaud you. You bow, majestically.
You toddle off to your homeroom, class 3-B. Why doesn't this rich kid high school have elevators or at least, less steeper stairs? Your calves cry as you slam the door open to the classroom. There are several seats open, but 3 look promising. Where do you sit?
[[-Next to the pink haired girl in the center of the classroom->bg]]
[[-By the window in the back, clumped around people you can't exactly see.->tobbl]]
[[-In the trashcan.->blake]]
[[-The right corner seat, behind a girl in an odd hoodie.->meme-u]]You plop down next to the pink-haired girl, giving her a oogle. Pink hair in pigtails, cute legs, a skirt that a little too tight. Her vibrant pink notebooks have the name "Hana Jones" in flowy cursive. You feel a headache coming on from all of this pink. "Hana" tilts her head to look to the side and you spot a mass of bandages covering the right side of her face. Her left eye rests on you and she raises one vibrant bubblegum eyebrow.
"Hi." she says chipperly. Her voice is just as high pitched as you would expect it to be.
[[-"What's up with your face."->badp1]]
[[-"Hi, I'm Quill."->ge1]]You clambor into the trash can, leg after leg. Your waist is sucked into the tiny little vessel of garbage. The can falls over, defeat in your eyes. Jesus sighs, placing the trash can upright with his giant, glowing, yaoi hands. "Oh, Jesus-senpai,," You croon, and his hands cradle you gently. Finally, bliss has been achive- no wait. You've just been staring at the trashcan for a while. Now where do you sit.
[[-Next to the pink haired girl in the center of the classroom->bg]]
[[-By the window in the back, clumped around people you can't exactly see.->tobbl]]
[[-The right corner seat, behind a girl in an odd hoodie.->meme-u]]You bite down on your ID viciously and devour the item whole. Yum, love the taste of cheap ink in the morning. You pull out another ID from your pocket and hear [[someone approching.->spoog]]"Hey Quill!" A bird waddles near you and rage floods you. You smack the bird and punt that sucker back to whatever avian hellhole it flew out off. Strangers applaud you. You bow, majestically.
You toddle off to your homeroom, class 3-B. Why doesn't this rich kid high school have elevators or at least, less steeper stairs? Your calves cry as you slam the door open to the classroom. There are several seats open, but 3 look promising. Where do you sit?
[[-Next to the pink haired girl in the center of the classroom->bg]]
[[-By the window in the back, clumped around people you can't exactly see.->tobbl]]
[[-In the trashcan.->blake]]
[[-The right corner seat, behind a girl in an odd hoodie.->meme-u]]You plop down in the seat next to the window, nobody in particular catching your eye in the small mass of people surrounding you. You look up from the mindless scrolling to spot someone deviously attractive waltzing into the classroom with 2 people in his wake. He's tall, school blazer thrown over his shoulder and that dress shirt does no justice to the lean muscles that ripple under it. Firey red hair, tanned smooth skin only broken by small freckles that bride across his nose and rosewater eyes that glitter everytime he laughs.
And for the first time, your heart skips a beat.
He sits 3 rows to the right and a little ways up, allowing you optimal viewing pleasure. He turns and as you two make eye contact.
[[The elderly teacher waddles in.->cockBLOCKED]]That damn cockblock of a professor starts the lesson, his words drowning out in the storm of your head. Before you can formally pass the hell out, a paper airplane hits the side of your head. Unfolding the recycled aviation, you raise an eyebrow. It's scribbly, but you can see the words cleary now.
'Hey there. I like your white hair, it looks cool. Also your contacts are wickedly cool, too. Either way, you're cute so what's up. This professor sucks am I right? -T' You glace around the room to see who wrote it and spot the same paper, sitting at the edge of the desk of-. Oh no, it's the hot dude. What do you do?
-[[fold a sticky note plane back->gay]]
You sit in the right corner seat, behind a small girl in a polka dotted hoodie. It's not school officiated since it's got two rabbit ears hanging off the hood. She's not even wearing an uniform with that soft red skirt and black rose print stockings. Her legs dangle off the chair as she draws with what seems to be.. crayons? Who let a 8-year-old attend this school? You tap her on the shoulder and she has to swing herself to look at you with uneven hazel and blue eyes. You open your mouth to say-
[[-"How old are you?"->u a lil binch quill]]
[[-"What are you drawing?"->gg]]
[[-"Cute hoodie."->hoodie]]She gives a scowl, which suits her face horribly. Hana lets out a sigh.
"Car accident, Snow White. Now could you leave me alone if you're gonna be rude?" You pull a sour face and turn back to your book. Why'd she brush you off? You only asked a question. Asshole rich kids. You glance back at her and she's glaring at you intensily. Oh my god she's so childish with those pink cartoon nails. She swings around and flips her legs back right as the teacher waltzs in. Rude.
[[-Fall asleep in class. ->badendle]]Her eyebrow lowers and she gives a bright smile in return.
"Hi, I'm Hana! But most people call me Bubblegum because of the hair!"
She swings her legs out to face you and extends a perfectly manicured hand out. You shake it with pride and give a sheepish grin.
"Are you a transfer student?" She asks curiously, placing a hand on her knee.
"Yeah, straight from Hetis High." She gives a grimance at the name of that dreaded high school. It was a horrible school, frat boys and mean girls crawling the halls like plague victims.
"Well, welcome to this school! I'm actually class rep so if you have any problems, come straight to me." She gives another beaming smile and as soon as she speaks, [[the old coot of a teacher wanders in.->lunch g1]]"That's a really cute hoodie you have, where'd you get it?"
The little girl gives a cheesy smile and replies, satisfaction hidden behind the sweet words. "Thank you! I got it from my big brother Seto! He's really nice and I think he got it from the little tailor shop uptown?" You give a smile back and her face ripples into confusion like a drop of milk in water. "You're the new kid, right?"
"Yeah, I am." You reply, offering out a hand.
"I'm Memu, it's nice to meet you! So, do you wanna eat lunch with me?"
-"Yeah, sure!"
-"Nah, I'm sitting with someone else today.""How old are you?"
She pulls a comically large frown and crosses her arms.
"Didn't your mama teach you never to ask a lady's age? I'm 17 Mr.Nosy-Nose." Holy crap she's older than you by a year. And she looks so young!
"Are you like, Benjamin Button or something?" You ask, honestly and abruptly. She fumes at this and flips you off. Oh my god she's so childish with those pink cartoon nails. She swings around and flips her hood up right as the teacher waltzs in. Rude.
-Fall asleep in class."What are you drawing?"
She raises an eyebrow and gives a genuine smile. "It's something for a comic I'm working on." She holds up ink-stained hands and a handmade novel. It's a manga from what you can squint at, called "The Love between Quail and Toby." A little bit ironic but you shrug and give some well-meant comments. Her smile lights up, like a sun coming from behind the clouds. "Thank you, um-" She pauses, motioning for you to give your name.
"Oh! I'm Quill." You say, holding out a fist. "I'm Memu," She gives a fist bump and for those 2 seconds, you feel so <i>RADICAL.</i>
"Do you wanna sit with me and my friends at lunch?" She asks.
-"Sure!"
-"Yeah!"You snag a post-it from your bag and fold it into a shitty looking plane. This is why you failed the art school test. But you scribble in the inside, a quick note.
'Thanks, my albino genes haven't failed to woo men yet. And they aren't contacts, these are actually my eyes. And yes, he could be doing the most dramatic speech but still makes me crash like a modern Sleeping Beauty. up for 20 questions? -Q'
You let the shitty plane whiz and divebomb directly into his hair. You give a chuckle and wait.
The paper planes continue for a while until the lunch bell rings and he trots over to your desk. Trying to act casual with a heart thumpling like a jack rabbit is hard.
"Hey, 'Q'. Was wonderin' if you want to sit with me while you eat and I make jokes about dicks?"
[[-"Why would I wanna sit with you? Lame."->no]]
[[-"Sounds like a plan, let's go."->ye]]The author crawls out of the trashcan and dashes towards you. In the blink of an eye, there's a fist attached to your face and blood bursting out of your nose. The author and creator of this game shakes her head, snarling out a few words. "You get one more shot at this, asshole. One."
[[-Time gets reversed,->do over]] they write with a glowing pen in mid air.You snag a post-it from your bag and fold it into a shitty looking plane. This is why you failed the art school test. But you scribble in the inside, a quick note.
'Thanks, my albino genes haven't failed to woo men yet. And they aren't contacts, these are actually my eyes. And yes, he could be doing the most dramatic speech but still makes me crash like a modern Sleeping Beauty. up for 20 questions? -Q'
You let the shitty plane whiz and divebomb directly into his hair. You give a chuckle and wait.
The paper planes continue for a while until the lunch bell rings and he trots over to your desk. Trying to act casual with a heart thumpling like a jack rabbit is hard.
"Hey, 'Q'. Was wonderin' if you want to sit with me while you eat and I make jokes about dicks?"
[[-"Why would I wanna sit with you? Lame."->god damn it]]
[[-"Sounds like a plan, let's go."->ye]]Woah, woah, woah. You're seriously gonna ignore what I said? I gave you another shot and you fuck it up, again? Jesus Christ. Just be nice to the redhead.
[[-No, fuck you.->really]]
[[-Fine, send me back.->gay]]
Alright fine. You wanna be a jerk? Tell the girl sitting at this booth that you got this end because she'll kill you like I'm gonna do now.
<i><b>Bye, Felicia.<i/><b/>
[[-die, i guess?->nya]]It's your first day at Doseiai-sha High School. What is the name on your fresh and crunchy ID?
The author whispers into your ear gently, "<i><b>Don't fuck this up.<i/><b/>"
[[Quill Parker-Hanson->spoog]]
[[(click to type)->Untitled Passaeeeeee]]
[[eat your ID -> cronch]]After this successful date, the two of you became close over the following months. You two were a package deal, you couldn't find one without the other far behind. Some whispered that he was a conman, trying to win you out of heart and home. But you didn't care. you might genuinely love this con-man. After crawling from a broken home devoid of any emotion other than rage, you might have found someone who really loves you back.
Although if your family had anything to say, it would be croaks of rage. One night, nestled in Tobii's dorm, he looks at you and asks.
"I gotta go, Quill. I conned this one family? The Hanson Mafia and I need to finish the deal. They're just a bunch of birds, they won't know what's coming for them."
He gets up and starts to leave before-
[[You stop him->goodend]]You grab his hand roughly, stopping him in his tracks. Tobii turns around, curiousity and annoyance in his eyes. "Quill, let me go." He growls, trying to pry his hand out from your grip.
"No." You whisper this until it grows to a roar. "<b>NO, I CAN'T LET YOU DO THIS.<b/>"
"Why, Quill. Tell me why." He snarls, rage deepening his voice.
[["Because the Hanson Mafia are my family and they will kill you if they find out anything about you or me."->endg]]
[["Because I don't want you to leave me." ->badend]] He looks back at you, furious. "So you stopped me because you're desperate?" You shakily nod and before you can blink, he's smacked your hand off his wrist. "Shut the fuck up Quill." Tobii spat.
"You can't leave, I don't trust you. You're gonna cheat on me like I'm a wh-"
Your words stop.
Your world stops.
All that's left is the stinging print of Tobii's hand on your cheek.
You let him go after that. Let him die at the hands of your family. You went back to your avian roots after that, joined the Hanson Mafia again. The heir apperent and the mad king of the criminal world.
And every victim was him.
That defamed scientist Jorg who owned over half a million? Tobii's mutilated corpse with those arms that hurt you chopped off like chicken legs.
That pink haired chick? Gorged out her eyes like they were his.
The fool with the paper bag mask? Got <i> ahead <i/> of himself like Tobii.
Too many victims, little time.
Until it came down to him.
You're glad they let you have him.
You, no, I hope he never forgets the pain I gave him.
Thank you player, you've given this quill some ink. And several charges of first-degree murder.
[[<b>BAD END<b/> ->His pull softens and his angers melts a little. "W-What?" He stutters out. You sigh and pull him back to the school-provided bed and pat the spot next to where you plopped down. He sits, pensively and you begin your tale.
"Yeah, my family is a horde of birds that rule the criminal underground and yes they are actual birds. They are ruthless and wicked and if they see you, even with one slight of hand, they'll kill you where you stand. They almost killed me when I tried to leave. I had to sacrifice my avian form just so I could leave with all of my body parts. So, you can't leave, Tobii. Do this because you trust me. Please." You place a soft hand on his cheek and he places his hand on top of it.
"Alright, I'll stay. For you." He leans in and you two share a soft kiss, inside your own little worlds.
It's been three years since that night. You two are in college, him looking for a way out of the conman buisness and you becoming a journalist. Since that night, you trusted him with the last feather from your bird form and he keeps it around his neck, like a promise ring.
Trying to study in your two's favorite cafe, your head is tucked down until-
A paper airplane hits your face, ouch. It's orange an has a note written on the wing. 'Hey- T' is all it says. You smile and write on the other wing. 'Hey -Q' and you let it hit the back of a certain redhead's neck.
It's two minutes later and something else lands on your book. It's an oragami crane, folded with white paper. Someone drew on purple eyes and wrote "Quill" on the front. You turn to glance at the left wing and written in cursive, the 5 words match the man currently on his knee.
"Will you marry me?"
BEST END.
Lunch rolls around in the blink of an eye and you're left alone with mildly good food. Even rich kids get shitty food. Bubblegum spots you and waves you over with flailing arms. It's childish but you waddle over anyway. "Hey!" she chirps, hugging your hips before forcefully shoving you down into the chair next to her. Classy.
"So, what do you study here?" You ask, curiously sniffing some cheese dipped cardboard in the process. She eyes the slab of greying meat you've got on the tray.
"Well, I wanna become a doctor, maybe a pediatrician. Kids like the pink hair, y'know?"
You actually do not know because secretly, you are a bird.
"What about you?" She asks, curiousity on the tip of her tongue.
"I want to be a journalist, and write. It's how we'll be remembered, though history with words and art. Gotta let that power in the right hands, right?"
[["Right."->demo]]You dream that Hana has 5 eyes and monstrous fangs. And that she devours your entire face, like a hungry vulture with vacant pitch black eyes and bloodlust in her cries. Your face is gone. Your heart is gone. Pay the price for cruelty, even towards fictional characters.
Then [[you woke up.->Nya]]You've reached the end of this demo! Hope you had fun and found all of the secrets! The full version will be released soon with 2 more characters and more options! Stay tuned folks!