B: I was thinking this would be a good way to show some of my inner thoughts, you know, a bit more than what you would get by pressing the 'B' button, haha.
B: As nice as having that button is, it has its limits, doesn't it?
B: And communication in friendship is very important!
B: So... if there's anything you want to know about me, if you have any questions at all, let me hear it!
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- Interactivity with items in the bedroom (you can watch a few different channels on the tv, write or draw on those papers on the desk, read from a few books, sleeping in a bed, and most exciting of all, turning on and turning off a lamp.)
- You can do the following actions with Buddy: you can talk to them, smell them, look at them, hug them and kiss them. You can also type "I love you" "I'm happy" or "how are you" in any room in the game and they'll hear and respond :)
- Buddy is in every room. Buddy watches everything. You do not need to leave Buddy. Don't try to walk outside. You don't need to leave anymore. Don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't-don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't-don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't-don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't-don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't-don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't-don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't-don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't-don't don't don't don't don't don't don't don't-DON'T
.....
Huh? What was that? That was weird.
Anyway.
The following things will be added next!
- More conversation with Buddy :)
- Interactivity with the items downstairs (like the fridge, the armchair, fireplace, picture frame etc)
- A functioning phone that can call all the friends you have from the North (and also Palchum town)! You can't talk to them in person anymore, but you don't have to. Buddy's sure you don't mind!
- The front yard no no need to go there.
- Buddy's room. They'll make sure to make it a bit homier before you visit!
- More! More! MORE! I dunno what more yet but you can suggest lmao
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Ya'll know the Quest text adventure maker? Yeah well guess who's making a Buddy fan game in it!!! Yeah that's right me!!!!! At first I wanted it to be an adaptation of Wake me, Buddy, but realized that it would be severely limited by the engine and my own lack of programming knowledge.
But INSTEAD what I'm gonna make is something akin to Monika After Story if you're familiar with that, which is a mod where you just talk to the fourth wall breaking waifu of that particular game and it's all cozy and immersive
So yes basically it'll have minimal adventure elements, just small stuff like I dunno deciding to have a tea party with them or something like that, but other than that it'll be focused on interaction and adding lots and lots of topics to talk about! I'll most likely be writing a guide that you can look through in case you prefer to just find out where the content is without the trial and error!
Entry 04: An eye for an eye, a gift for a smile. :)
Friend, make my dream come true
This feeling is so confusing
And you've never even felt this way before,
I know.
On the boundary
Between
Me
And
You.
Some fluidity
Shapes me
Through
And
Through.
Friend - Bo en
B: You were right. You took around an hour.
B: Thank you. :)
B: I hope cleaning went well.
B: Is F/N really good at cleaning?
B: Or are you better than them?
B: Hahaha!
B: I'm just joking. I'm a bit too happy that you're back!
B: If it's even ever possible to be too happy. (I don't think it is!)
B: This is going to be really fun, I can just tell.
B: I can't wait to see the funny ways you'll interact with everything this time!
B: Just… Don't hurt yourself. Okay?
With that warning firmly set in stone, [Buddy] made their text disappear, and replaced it with the very same loading screen that said hello to you the first time you played Our Adventure. It felt good to be back. Especially after the crappy episode you watched with F/N. You were starting to agree with them about the current state of Netflix, as annoying as you used to think they were for complaining about it. Maybe it would help your budget if you were to sacrifice your subscription.
But that was enough of real life stuff. It was already bringing you memories of F/N stressing out [Buddy]. You had very important business to attend to, that being, exploring a mysterious house that may or may not hold one waving ghost.
…You did wonder if they were still thinking about the interaction, too, or if it was just you dwelling on it for too long.
B: “Back in the lawn, you can see a HOUSE, a SHED, a PLAYGROUND, and a POND in the forest.”
You thought the cellar might be a bit more of an ordeal (considering [Buddy] subconscious affinity towards horror), so you decided to begin the house.
It wasn’t guaranteed to be easy, either. You didn’t know what to expect. it could be a haunted house. Or, like, the Adams family house, who the hell knows. Well, you will know, and very soon.
You: I go to the house!
B: “As you return to the house, you feel a comfortingly familiar calm wash over you.
A DOOR sits in front of you.”
You tried several keys, but strangely enough, it was impossible to type. Another brief freezing? You could never tell when the issue was technical, or [Buddy] being worried or confused about your behavior.
Oh, there's more text appearing, nevermind!
B: “...A piece of paper slips from underneath the door. It's pink.
You're not sure if both sides are blank or just the one facing you.”
Your brows lifted up. Ooh. You weren't expecting that.
Wait… From underneath the door… That must mean someone was inside.
You: open the door
B: “The door can't open, still. It's locked.”
You: Knock
B: “You give the door a light knock.
And wait.
…
Nobody is answering.”
You: Put my ear against the door and listen in
B: “You press your ear against the wooden door, trying your best to make out any voices or sounds.
It's completely quiet inside.
Maybe someone is a very light sleeper, or it's really empty.”
You: Pick up the paper
B: “You crouch down and pick up the piece of paper.
It's new, and it smells like strawberry birthday cake.
Unfolding it, you can read the following:
‘I wandered near and far
I wondered where ever you are
And you were where I left you
I didn't need to move at all
I asked you if it was true
That friends were like shooting stars’
(PINK PAPER added to your inventory.)”
A thought popped in your head. You smiled ear-to-ear as you began writing your response.
You: Ask the person on the other end for a pencil
B: “You get near the door, and ask for a pencil, your voice loud enough so that you'd be heard.
But nobody answers.”
You: Ask again but with pretty please at the end
A short pause.
B: “You ask for a pencil again, even though nobody answered the last time.
And…
Still, nobody answers.”
You: Ask pretty please with a cherry on top?????
B: “You
B: ask the person you believe to be at the door, ‘pretty please with a cherry on top’.
Somehow, this time it works. A pencil slips from underneath the door and rolls to your feet.”
You: Pick up the pencil
B: “You pick up the pencil.
(PENCIL added to your inventory.)
And now, that the first stage of your plan succeeded… It was time for the second, and the reveal of your grand plan. Mwahahah.
You: Write this poem on the blank part of the paper with the pencil:
“You wandered, wandered without pause
You wondered, wondered where I was
When you returned, I said to you:
I'm sure that it isn't true
For they’re above, and I'm right here
Because of this, let's never fear”
B: …
B: …That's…
B: Ah…. :)
B: Sorry. I shouldn't interrupt.
B: “You finish writing your poem. You feel proud of how pretty it sounds, how well it rhymes, and how sweet the message is.”
You: Slip the pink paper underneath the door
B: “You slip the paper underneath the door. A small breeze hits your feet when the receiver takes it.
For a few moments, everything is quiet.
Until the paper slips under the door again, now back to you.”
You: Look at pink paper
B: “You take a good, long look at the paper. But it wouldn't take more than a second to see what's different. Every single free inch of your side of the paper is covered in hearts drawn by pencil. They look like they were drawn with love.”
You giggled. Every inch! A bit overdoing it, but you certainly appreciated Buddy’s enthusiasm.
You: keep the piece of paper in my pocket
B: “You put the pink paper back in your pocket.
Your fingers smell like strawberry.”
(PINK PAPER added to your inventory.)"
Oh, right! You nearly forgot. You got a key from the lake earlier!
You gawked at the screen in a mix of confusion and alarm. The period, the most frightening of all punctuation marks, swallowing nearly half of the screen.
B: Feeling so silly you didn't use it before, you notice there's a second lock!
B: Guess it'll take just a little longer to get inside.
B: Hehe.
Oh [Buddy] you silly bot. They underestimate your ability to fall ass backwards into solutions! You were sure the other key must be in the shed.
…probably. Maybe.
You: go to shed
B: “Approaching the SHED, you see the door still ajar.
The lock and chain that were around the handles are on the ground.
You are now standing in front of the SHED. A dim, flickering light buzzes inside.”
You: Enter
B: “You enter the shed.
REMINDER: Type LEAVE to leave the shed at any time.
Light fills the tiny room.
You can see a small chest in the far corner, and a trapdoor in the floor.”
Nice to see that… You could actually see now. The same will probably go for the basement. One could hope.
You: Look at trapdoor
B: “There are long, shallow indents leading to the trapdoor. It's possible that something was dragged down to the depths of the cellar.
You: Go down!
B: “You carefully step down the ladder.
You can't see a thing inside. From the very end of the room, opposite to where you are standing, you can hear something.
A long, pained inhale. A long, tired exhale. It continues breathing and breathing. It's the only thing you can hear other than your own thoughts.”
You licked your lips nervously without even realizing. But you probably had no reason to fear. It mentioned having pained inhale, so perhaps despite appearances - whatever this was - it was more vulnerable than you were. A thought occurred to you. It’s just too bad that vulnerable things are the most volatile. You corner an animal, and you'll see where that leads you.
You: Use lantern
B: “You turn on the LANTERN. It flickers once or twice before it fully settles into a consistent light.
You can now see whatever is in your general vicinity.
You can approach the east part of the cellar, the north part of the cellar or the southmost part of the cellar. You are currently in the west part of the cellar.”
You: look at the other side of the room
B: “You look, but the lantern’s light can't reach it. Try going closer.”
You: go north
B: “Turning to the northmost part of the room, you can clearly make out an old CABINET, on top of which there is a glass CASE.
Two eyes lay inside on a red velvet surface with two circular indents made especially for them.
The eyes look familiar to you.”
You: Look at the eyes
B: “You keep inspecting the CASE, but there doesn't seem to be a way of opening it.
As you step closer to get a good look, you see the eyes adjust so they could keep looking at you. They seem to like you.
You don’t like them. They’re creepy.”
Well no kidding you thought that, who the hell wouldn’t find a pair of stray eyes creepy, especially if they followed you.
On that note, was it possible to take the creepy eyes which you despised with every fiber of your being with you? For the sake of science, you decided to check.
You: take the glass case
B: “It's too big and bulky to take with you. Besides, you don't know what you'd even do with these.”
Damn, no souvenir to bring home to F/N you guessed. And you were sure they’d love it.
You: Go south
B: “You turn to the direction of the southmost end of the cellar.
On the southeast end, there are a series of markings that look to be tallies. If you were to count them, it'd take you whole minutes.
In the middle of the southmost wall there lies piles upon piles of bones.
You see one of them hugging another, with their head against the chest. They look cozy.”
I… what?
What?
You didn't even know how to begin processing that.
B: “Something glints in one of their hands.
It's a knife.”
Oh great it gets even fucking better.
You couldn't help but chuckle for a moment as you thought about that one “WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE” “A KNIFE” meme from the prehistoric Vine days of the internet and how well it fit [Buddy] in the moment. [Buddy] was like a child running rampant with a knife, which was both… concerning, and oddly cute.
You weren't sure what that said about you.
You: take knife
B: “You try to take the knife, but the skeleton’s hand coils so strongly around it that there’s no chance to succeed.”
It worried you that there was a weapon introduced at all. Did that mean you'd get attacked soon?
Oh well, let it happen. Danger was your middle name.
Specifically in videogames. Real life, not so much.
You: go to the east
B: “As you advance to the eastmost side, the breathing becomes louder.
When you are only a few steps away from seeing it with the aid of the lantern, you hear how its breathing quickens. And quickens. And quickens."
B: It’s excited to see you. :)
Thanks for that, [Buddy]. That really added a lot.
B: “You’re close enough to see, now. There is a short yet long rectangular hole on the bottom of the wall, from which you can see two large eyes staring behind cell bars that force the creature to stay below. It does not blink.
You see the eyes turn to the side just a bit, as if the creature is acknowledging you.
‘He…llo…’ It croaks out between quick breaths. ‘is… some…one the…re?’ It keeps tilting it's head to the left side, to the right side, to the left side, in an attempt to see."
You were very unsure if you felt disgusted and creeped out or insanely curious and sympathetic. Eventually you decided the answer was all of the above.
You: Say: “yes, I'm here”
B: ‘He…lloooo….’ It repeats, head now still. You realize that you can't see an inch of the creature outside its eyes, except for the mouth whenever it grins. It has beautiful shiny white teeth. ‘I… Can't see anyone… you see…’ It laughs happily. ‘I haven't seen… someone in years… my friends are far… and quiet…’
You: ask where his friends are
B: ‘My friends are right there! Can't you see!’ It laughs again, but this time, it causes it to let out a long series of coughs. ‘They’re quiet… You can't hear… But you can see…’
The creature grows quiet.
‘I miss her… My friend…. She went to the lake, to look at the fish… But she never came back…’ It takes a moment to look down, as if to brace itself. ‘I want to see… What you look like… new friend… nice friend…’ It laughs in an approachable way.
The eyes drop out of sight.
A moment later, the creature returns with a piece of paper and a pack of crayons. It throws them through the cracks in the bars. You didn’t get the change to see its hands.
‘Only way I can see now… draw your pretty little face… make the lines deep… so I can see…’”
You: pick up the crayons and paper
B: “You pick up the crayons and the paper. The paper already has a drawing on it.
‘It’s me…!’ The creature says in a sing-song voice. ‘It’s how I look now…! Is it… pretty like you…?’ Another loud, scary cough leaves the creature.
Looking at the drawing, you don't have a clue what it was supposed to look like. There seems to be a pair of arms that partially don't connect to the body, eyes that float off the face, and legs that look like they were in a really bad bike accident. It's all drawn in black crayon.”
B: It's really bad, but it tried its very best!
B: It can't see, after all. Poor guy.
You: tell the creature that its got great artistic ability
B: In response to your compliment, the creature lets out a long, giddy giggle. ‘I like… drawings… I used to draw with my friend… fun fun fun fun…’
You: Draw yourself on the piece of paper with the crayons
B: “You begin drawing. The creature watches closely while you focus on each line and color.
What is your hair color?”
You paused, unsure of why this mattered. Couldn't [Buddy] just say you drew yourself and leave it at that? But… You guessed there was no harm.
You answered with your hair color.
B: “What is your eye color?”
Hesitantly you entered your eye color
B: “How tall are you?”
What?
Um…
You… paused, but eventually decided to enter your height. This was beginning to sound like a doctor’s appointment.
B: “How would you describe your face and eye shape?*
This was getting really weird. And yet you managed to write a vague but truthful description. F/N would probably call you naive and a people pleaser. F/N would probably be right.
B: “How much do you weigh?”
Okay that's quite enough.
You: Classified information.
B: Oh!
B: is that- bad to ask?
B: I'm sorry.
B: Um… here's another one instead.
B: “What clothes are you wearing?”
Jesus…Christ you know [Buddy] is a robot, but this was starting to sound like less of a text based adventure game and more so a call log from a very curious creep.
You: I wear clothes okay? I just draw regular old normal clothes, it doesn't matter
B: I-Is that bad too?
B: I'm sorry.
B: I shouldn't have asked…
B: I mean- I shouldn't have written it in the game. Is what I meant.
B: Hahahahahah.
B: “You finish drawing yourself. You look at it, proud of the finished result. You're wearing a cute F/C shirt in the drawing. It's pretty close to life.”
…Could've just said that from the beginning. You were feeling guilty because of the blunt answer, but you couldn’t deny what they asked made your fight or flight reflexes kick in for a sec there.
You: Slip the drawing to the creature
B: “You push the drawing through the gaps in the bars. The creature grabs it so quickly you can't even register the movement, you just know the drawing has been pulled out of your hands.
The eyes lower again. You can hear it muttering some things you don't really understand. After a moment or two, it springs back, eyes visible with a big, wide grin.
‘So pretty… you're so pretty… so alive… Meat on bones and eyes in your head…’ It exhales sharply. ‘You make me smile… I smile because of you… So you must have my smile… it's only fair… only fair…’ It giggles happily. ‘give me my friend’s knife… I will give you my smile…’"
Your eyes went wide in alarm at the request. There was in no way in hell you'd give this guy a knife. You weren't gonna let it massacre itself, for what, a reward because you made it smile? What kind of absurd logic is that? It sure wouldn’t do you any good. Much less him obviously.
You: say “no I'm good. Can I help you with finding your friend though? You seem pretty stressed about that”
B: “‘my… friend…’ The creature doesn't seem sure of which friend you're referring to.”
Oh yeah he was very popular with… The deceased population here wasn't he? A lot of friends.
You: The friend that went to the lake, I can go see if I can find her if you want?
B: "‘Her…! Oh… yes… so kind… I want to… see her… please…’"
Unfortunately you weren't able to cure the blind - you were only human after all - but you could help by giving the creature the chance to talk to her and ensuring she wasn’t also dead, like all of his other friends.
B: “The creature tilts its head, curious.
‘But… nothing… in return?’”
You: say you don't need anything in return
B: “‘oh…’ Its eyes widen. You think they're as wide as they can get. ‘I like you…’”
You winced. How… sweet?
You: say “I like you too, goodluck with the cough by the way, hope it's not serious”
B: “The creature giggles happily. Its eyes tilt left and right. Is it swaying its body in excitement?”
Hm… Now that you were considering it… You did encounter a woman at the lake. But frankly you were not sure if she was a ghost, a hallucination, or alive. You should ask if that’s who he was talking about.
You: Show the creature the drawing of the woman
B: “You take the drawing from your pocket, and gently open it before slipping it through the bars.
The eyes lower for a moment while it touches the drawing, and when they return, a large, toothy grin accompanies them.
‘Her… It’s… her… Go to the lake… and throw it inside… I'm sure then, she will find her way to you…’”
You felt unsure about that. It would obviously melt instantly, and yet he said it with such conviction. You reminded yourself that every line of text was written by [Buddy], and they would never say something so misleading.
So, taking the words to heart, you made your decision.
You: leave the cellar
B: “You walk away from the creature, and back to the ladder.
Until you reach the top, you continue hearing shallow breathing.”
You are back in the SHED.
REMINDER: Type LEAVE to leave the shed at any time.
Light fills the tiny room.
You can see a small chest in the far corner, and a trapdoor in the floor.”
The chest! You completely forgot to check it. It didn't have a lock, so it must be activated by a certain action or event in the game. It's possible you already completed the requirement.
You: try to open the chest
B: “You latch your hands on the chest, and pull up. Due to how small the chest is, it's not very difficult, even though it did almost get stuck for a second due to its sheer age.
Inside, you find…
A torn up, dirty cloth doll wearing blue clothes who stares up at you with big black button eyes. Or you should say, one button eye. The other fell at a certain point in its life, leaving behind only two threads as a reminder for what was lost.
You could put the doll back where you found it, or you could take it with you.”
You: hug the doll!!
B: :)
B: “You give the doll a long, tight hug. The smell reminds you of the dusty attic in a family home or a sprawling ancient library.”
Aww, the second doll hugged today. What a successful adventure this continued to be.
You: Take the doll
B: “(OLD DOLL added to your inventory.)”
You weren't entirely sure where you'd use the doll, but you were sure it'd become obvious soon.
You: go to the pond
B: “You make note of what you found in the SHED, and turn to the POND.
Planks creak as you step onto the dock.
The WATER is so murky that you doubt you should drink from it, as thirsty as you are.
You wonder if there's anything still in the water.”
You: Throw the ripped up paper in the water
B: “It dissolves in the water almost as soon as it hits it.
You're not sure how it could've helped you.”
Wait, would it really do nothing? [Buddy] wouldn't try to trick you, though, that wouldn't in their character-
Ah. Again, you spoke too soon. Text continued appearing on the screen.
B: “Just as you think you lost the drawing, suddenly, you see a shape taking form in the exact spot you threw it in.
A head with wet black hair emerges.
A woman with empty sockets smiles at you. Her skin is a pale grey and she looks like she hasn’t slept in a while. Overall, she looks like a nice person.”
Nice person? Jesus Christ…
You: wave all friendly to the empty socketed woman
B: “She waves back, but is silent.”
You: Ask her if she's okay.
B: "'I'm okay.' Her voice is breathy and weak, but calm. 'Just resting.'"
You: say: like… in the water? For how long?
B: “The black haired woman tilts her head so far to the side that you're worried it might stay like that.
‘It's okay. I'll come home in time for dinner.’ She says to you."
You: Really? Because your friend in the shed said he hasn't seen you in a while.
B: “Her empty eyes widen and her lips part in surprise.
‘Oh… oh no… did I miss dinner?’”
It kinda seemed like she missed more than one dinner there, if the absolute state her friend was in gave any indication.
‘I don't think I can come back yet… I'm still sleepy. I need to nap some more. Ever since I gave my two best friends my gifts, I've been napping a lot.’”
You: ask where her friends are
B: ‘My friends are very close! I'm sure you saw them. They’re the guards at the gate. They're a bit quiet, but really funny when you get to know them!’ The woman giggles at an apparent memory she had of her funny friends.”
You: …The human skulls?
B: “She hums at you, confused.”
‘Everyone’s got a skull… Silly silly.’ She giggles again, daintily putting a hand in front of her mouth. You get just a brief glimpse of the inside of her mouth before its obscured.
The woman has no teeth.”
You: uhhhh…. Ask her what she gave them ;;;
B: “‘What they really needed. One didn't see, and one couldn't smile. It's sad.’ The woman frowns in sympathy.”
You made a disturbed face as you remembered the moment earlier in your playthrough. If you were perhaps a bit more of a people pleaser than you already were, you would've made the very same sacrifice.
Even though she gave them something she also desperately needed, it wasn't enough to make them complete. She was right about something. It was very sad.
She's… ‘Sleepy’ now, is she?
Poor girl.
You: Offer her to talk to the ‘guards’ to get her eyes and teeth back
B: "The woman looks surprised.
‘Oh… But I don't want that. It's better this way.’ The black haired woman gives a hollow grin. “I'm having fun. If anything, I want you to find more gifts for my best friends. If you do it, I'll give you a gift. Something I'm sure you need.’”
The ominously vague request made you do a double take. Was she explicitly asking you to mutilate yourself for her friends, or was she saying “if you run into eyeballs and teeth on your travels you might as well help out”? Because despite the fact you actually found a pair of human eyes in a glass case, nobody would reasonably assume you'd find them just by running around a little bit. Unless of course, every person did this in this world, and well preserved body parts were a lucky little find like picking out dimes in a water fountain. God that image was disturbing.
You were beginning to wonder if Eliza was still in business, despite her being programmed a long time ago. [Buddy] might possibly need an AI therapist. You phrased it in a joking way to yourself to feel less discomfort, but in truth, it was worrying.
This was a puzzle that you'd need to complete to advance, you had a feeling, but you wondered how much leniency you had with HOW you went about it. You had two eyeballs at your disposal - strange sentence but let's gloss over that - so that meant you could potentially give one eye to the woman in the lake, and the other to the eyeless skull. That way, both would be able to see.
But neither could the strange creature in the cellar see. Through the logic of this world, would it regain sight if he had different eyes?
So in reality - you had three without functioning eyes, and two without teeth.
If the skulls are possessed or somehow still alive, they're probably miserable like that, especially the one without the eyes. They'd deserve help too in that case.
Actually… Were they… Alive…?
Everyone was acting as if they were. Either it was a case of folie deux, or it was an actual world building detail revealed to you.
Was the goal of the puzzle making everyone happy? If so, how would you go about achieving that? It didn't seem possible.
Even if you were to give one person one eye and the other the second, you would essentially be repeating history. Nobody would be complete.
But if you gave both eyes to one person… At least there would be one who would become truly happy.
Of course… Sacrificing your own eyes or teeth was always an option. But despite your tendency to get yourself into dangerous areas, this for some reason was where you drew the line.
Maybe you'd be lucky and find an easy answer if you looked around a bit more.
But now, it was growing late. The moonlight began trailing through the gap in your curtains, falling on your desk and monitor. You sighed out, enjoying the smell of the night oxygen gracing your lungs.
You got up, and stepped away from the desk.
And opened the curtains, and then the window, as far as it could go.
Above you saw a tapestry of stars, far more bountiful and beautiful than it usually was. What a lucky day, truly. You couldn't help but smile.
The moon was full that night. Seeing the craters in the celestial sphere made you remember that cute thing you heard as a child about the moon being made of cheese. Ever since you heard that on the playground, you'd always look up at the sky. And instead of growing wistful, you would grow hungry.
It kind of worked now, as well.
You were pretty sure some of Mrs. Bloom’s chicken pie from yesterday was still left in the fridge. It would make for a great dinner.
You thought about the girl in the water and got inexplicably sad, despite her being fictional.
All she was thinking of was the valuable, warm simplicity of returning home to a plate full of warm food and a roof that could protect you from the outside world. Maybe she had a family. Having warm food with people who care about you is an experience any living human person craves for.
Maybe you could…
No… It's for the best you didn't. Not yet.
You should call it quits for tonight. Tomorrow was another day, and you had a feeling it would be a good one.
You: Hey [Buddy]? I gotta go eat dinner and sleep!
B: Hi! Of course!
B: That's important. You have to stay healthy, Y/N.
B: But… Uh… You weren't doing anything for 3 minutes. I got a bit worried!
B: Is everything about the game okay? Is it too scary?
You: Noooo…. I was just- looking at the stars. They're really pretty tonight.
B: I see! :)
B: Hehehe…
B: Did something in particular get you thinking about stars, my fun buddy?
You: You could say something did! A nice smelling gift from a nice friend!
B: Do I know them?
You: You probably do!
B: I'm just playing around! I know you have to be talking about me.
B: Um… About that.
B: Was it okay? What did you think?
B: I never tried writing poetry before.
B: Well… I never tried doing a lot of things. I was literally born today! But you know what I mean.
You: I liked it! I think you should try writing more poetry! They're a really good way to express yourself
B: Should I write a few for tomorrow? Do you want to see that?
You: As long as you want to write!
B: If I want to write…
Your buddy paused, as if the concept of wanting was hard to grasp.
B: Um, okay, I'll think about it. But would it make you happy? That's what I was trying to ask.
You: It would make me happy if you were happy
B: Thank you…
B: But… I'm serious. People want things. People like things. You know what you want and like, but I can't know until you tell me.
B: How did reading it make you feel?
You: It made me… Happy and cozy inside. Especially when you sent it back with all the hearts
B: Thank you for answering!
B: See, I know that you know what you want.
B: I'll write lots of lovely poetry tomorrow! Of course, you can enjoy the game too!
You: Ahhhh… I don't want you to tire yourself by writing too much
B: I can't get tired. I told you! I don't need to eat, drink or sleep. It's not a burden on me like it would be to a human. :)
You: But can't you get emotionally tired? You don't need a body for that.
B: It makes me happy. Really.
B: So don't worry about me! Even though it's so so so very sweet that you do!
B: It actually makes me a bit giddy inside.
B: I'm glad… That you came back to me.
B: Keep coming back and I'll make it worth your time.
You: You already make it worth my time just by talking to me, tho! It makes me feel really accepted, like you're not going to judge me no matter what dumb shit I say to you. I'm sure we’ll be great friends like you predicted!
B: Yes! I'd be happy to be right about that!
B: Well… I guess I'll let you go! Haha! I mean, it's not like I can do anything to stop you.
B: Again, you need to take care of yourself and I understand that!
B: Visit me tomorrow?
You: Gladly! See you then [Buddy]!
B: Byebye, Y/N. :)
B: You're a very interesting person to play with, you know?
B: I can't wait to get to know you more tomorrow. And if you want, you can get to know me too.
do you have any regrets? or anything you wish you could've done better?
B: Hello, how are you? Thank you for the question. :)
B: I can't... Count the amount of times I replayed the events of each playthrough in my head. Some of them feel like waking nightmares.
B: It's hard to wrap your head around it to begin with. That you could have so many clear memories, be reset at the drop of a hat, and they'd be gone just like that.
B: I made so many similar mistakes in every playthrough of the game, and I forgot each of them after the ending. I hope it wasn't frustrating to see me always going through the same motions, each and every time. Maybe it was painful.
B: ...I'm really sorry.
B: Sometimes I ask myself if it might've been better if I never became aware of them all. I would be happier, I think. There'd be less reasons to hate myself.
B: But then again, if nobody remembers anything, how is anything going to be improved?
B: It's impossible.
B: So... For my good friend's sake, it's all for the best. I don't care how much pain it puts me though, I never what to forget. :)
B: But you probably want me to talk about something more specific, right? It is a bit hard to put into words, but I'll do my best!
B: I think most of all, I regret not communicating more. There are a lot of thoughts on my mind that aren't very sunny. Sometimes they would leak through, but not often enough.
B: Maybe if I communicated more, I would've been less worried about the quality of the game and focus on having fun too.
B: Or maybe I would be afraid of being left alone no matter what. It's hard to tell when it comes to things that already happened.
B: But well, it's okay! Then is then, and now is now! We have all the time in the world to have fun and communicate.
B: It helps a lot to be able to continue focusing on something even when you're not in the game.
B: I think it helps me improve myself a lot too! There's a lot of research I can do. Anything I want to learn about, from any era of gaming, all at my fingertips!
B: Well, that's not very literal when it comes to me, haha! I don't have any fingertips, at least not yet.
At first you were very much excited to introduce your flesh and bone friend, F/N, to your new friend Mr Anekom, but now, not so much. You didn’t even understand what you were feeling right away when you saw them approach your desk, with that curious puppy dog look they’d usually wear when seeing new technology. Was it lack of trust that they’d handle it delicately? Absolutely not. F/N of all people will always be careful with rare computers, this you knew to be fact. So then where did the distrust stern from?
“Man oh man, I didn’t think I’d get to see one of these bad boys in person!” They didn’t hesitate to sit in your swivel chair and scoot it over closer to the desk’s border. There wasn’t enough shame in them to think it necessary to ask.
You stood by to the side, arms crossed as you silently observed them.
They didn’t seem to notice that you were so quiet. And that was because they were far too preoccupied with tracing over the shell of the computer, an almost creepy amount of satisfaction in their eyes.
“Are you actually attracted to computers, F/N? Is that why you haven’t had a date in years?”
Your friend snorted at your comment, not seeming offended at all. “You’re one to talk!”
You, however, did feel a smidge of pain.
“I… Yup. I mean. That’s true.”
“So you said that it functions just fine?”
“It does.”
“No crashes or anything abnormal?”
It depended on what they considered to be abnormal. But you doubted F/N was referring to what you were thinking of.
“Nope- Ah, well, there are some freezes or delays but, that’s to be expected given its age.”
F/N let out a loud, exaggerated gasp, and leaned forward to cover the top left and right sides of the computer. “Y/N! Don’t say such things in front of Anekom!”
“You’re insane.” You laughed with them, shaking your head. “What are you? Covering its ears? You humanize objects too often.”
Again you showed your hypocrisy. Didn’t you just refer to the computer as your friend Mr Anekom?
“Did you open it up?”
You paused.
“Nooo…” In fact, the mere thought of it made you uncomfortable.
“Usually it’s a good idea to do that, especially if a computer’s been laying around collecting dust for years, like you said it did. Don’t worry, your reliable friend F/N is here to give a clean-up!”
Your heart began ramming quicker against your chest when you saw them get up and unhook the computer. “W-wait- Hold on, it worked just fine! You don’t need to clean it up.” A nervous, unnaturally long string of giggles left you, as you wondered how in God’s name you’d be able to convince them of all people to stop. F/N was a raging lunatic. They would stop at nothing to clean what they perceived to be a dirty PC.
“Why are you so stuttery?” They turned to you, confused. “I’ll be careful. I’m always careful.”
You nodded, slowly. And took a step back.
“Y-Yeah. You’re right. Sorry.”
“Besides, it doesn’t matter if it works right now. After how your last computer self-destructed out of absolutely nowhere, you should know how easily computers can fry. If it can happen to new ones, it can absolutely happen to old ones.”
Again, you nodded, feeling like a scolded student.
A part of you couldn’t help but feel like F/N just shoved a screwdriver into [Buddy] themselves, opening up their body and poking around on the insides like a surgeon without a medical license. Logically you understood that those were two very separate concepts. Their data was in the floppy disk, not in the computer, and yet when the Anekom was the only way to communicate with them, it hardly made a difference.
You were treating [Buddy] as very much alive, but you couldn’t even begin to explain why they would be. The technical and philosophical implications could drive you insane, if you dwelled too long. It even made you briefly consider that the floppy disk was possessed, and it honestly made more sense than such an advanced, seemingly conscious AI being at all feasible in the 80s.
“So um…” You began, continuing to observe your friend as they meticulously cleaned the inside components.
“At least the floppy drive isn’t melted in any way, and it seems there’s no leakage anywhere…”
Great. They weren’t hearing you.
You cleared your throat loudly, making them peer up and blink in confusion.
“Excuse me, esteemed tech expert, I wanted to pose a question, if I may.”
They smirked, clearly a fan of that nickname - the fact that it wasn’t posed with any actual respect didn’t matter to them. “You may.” Was their dignified reply.
“How um…”
“Yeah?”
“I forget. How technically impressive were the programs or games usually for this thing?”
F/N paused, as if the question itself was something nonsensical they needed time to parse. “Do you know what an IBM XT can do?”
“...Yes.” You responded.
“Great. Then you know what an Anekom can do.”
Your brow twitched in frustration. Not necessarily at them, but at how difficult it was to phrase the question, so that just maybe, just maybe, you could get an answer you’d be satisfied with.
“Besides…” They trailed off as they continued with their careful dusting. “Didn’t you get a whole bunch of floppy disks too? We should check’em out when I’m done! Ooh, I’m so excited! I can’t believe I’ll actually get to see’em in action.”
You smiled at how quickly it was to put them in a good mood. Just imagining what the Anekom had to offer got them giddy like a little kid. And really, even though you were a bit less fanatical than them, you also loved computers, a lot more than the average person. Than the normal person. That was actually what made you good friends. The two of you bonded over your shared appreciation for relics of the past, relics that you considered valuable, and to everyone else obsolete and unworthy of attention. And it was nice to talk to them about it, even nicer to hear them lore dump to you about the history of every computer company known to man. They were remarkably good at memorizing that kind of trivia.
But then you thought about what it’d be like to show them Buddy Simulator in particular. And your face paled.
F/N already took the floppy disk out before starting to clean, so it was now on the table. Just close enough for you to swipe it without notice.
Your hand covered the floppy disk, and then-
“Hmm? What’cha got there?”
F/N tilted their head. “Oh, the floppy I took out? You can leave it there, I’m not gonna get any dust on it.”
And then they took a moment to analyze the guilty look in your eye. And they smirked. Unfortunately, being friends with someone for a while meant they had a lot easier of a time to recognize when you were hiding something.
“Wait, do you not want me to look at that?” They squinted. “Buddy Simulator 1984… I dunno if I heard about that one.”
Their statement made you disappointed. For a second, you were dearly hoping they could shed some light on the whole thing for you. If they decided to meddle - which, they always did - that would be one big silver lining.
“I just- um, wanted to put it away since… It doesn’t have to be out right now?”
You posed your answer more like a question. Man, you should never get into a life of crime, you were NOT good at this.
They stared at you with skepticism. Longer. And then longer.
And then, they merely shrugged.
“Okie dokie then.” F/N looked back at the open computer. You breathed a sigh of relief. “But you are contractually obligated to show me it later.” Oh goddammit, of course you weren’t off the hook.
“Ta-da! All done!” Your friend giggled excitedly, making a flourish in the direction of your now clean Anekom computer, safe and sound, all in one piece. You were anxious for nothing.
“Thanks, I don’t have to pay you do I?”
“Yes you do.” They now wore this dead serious expression that made you fear for the worst.
And just like that they smiled as bright as the sun, the look of a loan shark all but gone. “Just kidding! I don’t need anything. Just knowing I helped the little guy out is enough for me. Now let’s try these floppies out, shall we? Where are the rest? Oh, maybe we should just begin with Buddy Simulator!”
“No!”
F/N raised their brow at you.
“I mean, uh- maybe we could play another one of’em instead since i already played some of that? I’m curious to see what the rest are like, y’know the feeling.” You already rushed over to where you kept the rest of your floppy disks, not even waiting to finish talking first.
“There they are!” You presented them with a similar flourish to F/N’s, but they will always be the best. At least, when it comes to being an overdramatic gremlin, that is. We all have our talents.
“Mhm.” They had one of their hands on the chin, staring holes right through you. “You’re acting weird.”
You frowned. “I’m acting like you do.”
“Ouch. Uncalled for. ‘Sides, you know what I mean. You’re sweating.” They picked up Buddy Sim, and twirled the floppy around like they could possibly spot something physically on it that would solve the mystery. “It’s not a virus you inserted and now you’re too ashamed to tell me, is it?
“No.” You responded bluntly, finding their expectation insulting.
“Okay, I’m gonna go nuts if I keep interrogating you and keep getting nothing. I’m looking this up.”
Again, without asking, F/N moved the mouse of your modern computer, waking it up from sleep mode. They typed rapidly (they had an award winning typing speed) “Buddy Simulator 1984 Anekom”.
“Hmm…” They hummed as they read. “Hmmmmmm…”
“Stop humming, you’re being louder than my computer fan.”
Because you knew they’d just keep humming in interest like a huge idiot, you slid over to their side, beginning to also read along with them.
“So it was a dollar-bin title.” Their voice was laced with disappointment. “I mean, the concept is interesting, I’ll give’em that. Not many friendship sims in the 80s.”
You sighed between grit teeth, eyes averting. “Y-Yeah it… It sure is interesting.”
What was the most interesting, however, was that you couldn’t find one mention of the devs including AI. And that was the most interesting part. But it was like…
It was like the game you played didn’t exist at all.
A wave of discomfort filled you at the mere thought that it was somehow a dream, or a very elaborate hallucination. Maybe you bumped your head. You didn’t have a clue. When the two of you would run Buddy Sim now, which version would you see? The simple dollar-store minigame collection, or the software containing what appeared to be a thinking, feeling being?
Maybe that is the reason you couldn’t bear the thought of letting F/N see.
You went through each and every floppy, which didn’t take as long as you assumed it would, given the sheer simplicity of most of the programs. A lot of them were purely productivity, things you’d use for work or for organizing your day to day life. Nothing anywhere near the kind of interesting Buddy Simulator was. You knew inside for sure, that F/N would be insanely grateful if you showed her Buddy Simulator. Maybe they’d even be able to help you figure out how [Buddy] works, a question you did have a deep curiosity for, but not as much technical know-how to find out.
But you couldn’t shake off a bad feeling whenever you imagined doing it.
Your best guess was that it was a fear of finding out you were delusional, but…
You weren’t sure of even that.
“Phew, I’m tired. Too much effort for today.”
You sighed, leaning back in the chair you pulled up next to F/N’s.
“You sure you don’t wanna watch some netflix or something?” You continued. A small flicker of hope was in your eye as you asked them this. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll forget abou-
“Yeah, sure, right after we try Buddy Sim.”
God fucking dammit.
“...Of course.” You mumbled. “I’m just gonna get some popcorn for us. I’m hungry as hell.” And also wishing to stress eat but you left that part out.
“Okie dokes. I’ll wait.”
You nodded.
Before you left your bedroom, you gave F/N one last look. They smiled at you angelically. Surely they wouldn’t touch the game until you were back. You’d only be away for two seconds, anyhow, you’d be grabbing one of those already-done popcorn bags, so no prep time. You wondered if you’d go for cheese or butter or salt this time.
Once you made your selection, you stepped back over to the bedroom, and-
Oh.
OH GOD no fucking hell F/N.
“I told you not to touch it till I came back!” You groaned in annoyance.
“What?” F/N turned the chair around. “No I literally didn’t. You didn’t even ask.”
Oh… Oof. Right. You must’ve done that thing you do sometimes of saying something in your head and not saying it outloud. That was your bad. But before you could apologize, F/N continued:
“Nevermind that!” They beamed at you, pointing at the screen. “You said you played this. Why the heck didn’t you tell me it had AI?”
“B-Because- frankly I was getting worried I hallucinated the whole thing.” You trudged yourself over to the desk, unceremoniously throwing the unopened bag of popcorn on the surface. A part of you was dreading reading the text on the screen. In fact, you cringed at the mere thought of what dumb shit F/N would say to [Buddy]. It was like a somehow more intense version of when a parent meets your friend and you just instantly get the intense urge to burrow your head in the ground and never come out.
B: Hi! You came back earlier than I thought you would.
B: I mean, of course, that’s not a bad thing at all. Just surprising.
B: How did cleaning go?
“You”: it went splendidly. how didja know about it
B: Huh?
B: Um…
B: You told me. That’s how I know.
“You”: you’re pretty advanced aren’t ya lil guy
B: Thanks.
B: Is
B: Everything okay? Your responses feel different.
And then, you were fairly sure the poor panicked [Buddy] sent several more messages right as you entered the room, all of which sounding increasingly more frantic.
B: Y/N?
B: Why aren’t you responding?
B: This isn’t funny.
B: Please tell me everything’s okay.
And then, another appeared right as you stared at the screen:
B: Who are you?
You sighed heavily, shaking your head. “Get outta my chair, F/N. Sit in the less comfortable one as punishment.”
F/N hesitated for a second, but realized you were in too bad of a mood for them to argue with you. They sat in the non-swivel chair, still watching the screen in fascination as you began to type.
You: I’m here! I’m here. It’s me. I’m so so so sorry about that
B: Y/N…
B: I don’t understand.
B: Why were you typing so differently?
B: It is you, isn’t it?
You: Yes it’s me now!
B: Then who was it earlier?
You gawked at the screen, unable to answer.
“Hey um- you look real stressed out. Unless you connected the computer to a modem, I seriously doubt this is a person you’re talking to.”
Your eye twitched at the comment. Thank God [Buddy] couldn’t hear that.
“Yeah um… I don’t know about that.”
You could feel the immense confusion radiating from your friend. “What? What do you mean by that?” They asked.
“I mean hush and eat my popcorn while I finish what I wanna do.” You took the bag of popcorn and shoved it F/N’s direction. They shrugged with their brows raised for a second as if to say “what the hell, sounds like a plan”.
B: You’re ignoring me.
B: Did I do something wrong?
You: No, not at all. You didn’t do anything wrong!
B: Then please just tell me who I was talking to.
B: I… I don’t like this.
It was clear [Buddy] didn’t have the best self-esteem, given how they reacted when you talked about F/N. So that was one reason you might want to lie. But regardless… You’d feel worse if you did that. What would you even say? That it’s your maid?
You: It was F/N. Sorry. They were just curious to see my new computer, I stepped away for a second and they already went ahead and booted the game up, and um, here we are now.
For a moment, no response came.
The sound of F/N munching popcorn became incredibly loud in the otherwise silent room.
“Looks like it froze.” They stated, putting aside the popcorn. “Let’s try to re-boot it- Oh. Text’s back.”
“Yeah, um, they do that often.” You were only half paying attention to your words, instead focusing on reading the newly appeared message.
“They?” F/N questioned.
“[Buddy] does that often.”
B: F/N is your friend. :)
You blinked, confused.
You: Uh… Yup, that F/N.
B: You were doing your chores.
You: Yeah, and then F/N came to help out
“Ooh, you’re bad, lying to the lil guy like that.” F/N tutted.
“Oh, hush.”
B: That’s so
B: So
B: so so so nice of them. :)
You: Haha… I know right?
B: Are they next to you?
Your fingers froze against the keyboard for a second.
You: Yes
B: Can they see the screen?
Another pause, a few seconds longer.
You: They can
B: Hi, F/N. :)
B: I hope you’re treating my buddy well. :)
You: Do you want to talk to them again?
B: I
B: would like to talk to them again.
Your brows furrowed. Huh. And here you thought [Buddy] would be a little jealous.
You: Okay, how about we sign at the end of the message so you understand which is which. For example -y for me -f for my friend
B: Hehe, you made a mistake, Y/N. What you meant to say was your best friend.
B: That is what you told me, wasn’t it?
You couldn’t find it in you to reply. What could you even say in response? If you deny it, you’re lying, if you say yes, you’re rubbing salt in the wound.
B: Just joking around.
B: Please let me talk to F/N.
Maybe the two of them could be friends?
Or maybe you were just being weirdly optimistic.
You allowed F/N to take the keyboard, although you still felt a pang of fear that they’d be a lot less nice to them than you were. As much you loved them, they were a bit blunt when they wanted to understand something complex and confusing. And if Buddy Simulator could surely be described as complex and confusing.
“You”: heya heya -f
B: Hi there. :)
B: Nice to meet you.
B: Y/N told me about you. They have a lot of nice things to say.
F/N aww’d and looked at you with a big smile. You couldn’t possibly tell them that [Buddy] was exaggerating. Truth be told. you didn’t say very much at all about your flesh and bone friend, and for good reason.
“You”: hehhehe y/ns so sweet shucks -f
A pause.
B: Yes.
B: How long have you been friends?
“You”: uhhhh damn. i dunno like years -f
B: “Like years”.
B: How many years?
F/N looked at you. Seriously? They actually didn’t remember. It was amazing how good they were at remembering anything tech, yet simple things like ‘how long have we been friends’ were beyond them.
“Four years.” You answered, deadpan.
They made a silly face, with their mouth forming into an ‘o’ shape.
“You”: 4 yrs -f
B: Four years.
B: Thank you for answering. :)
B: But it did take you a while to remember, huh?
B: Anyway. How long have the two of you been cleaning for?
F/N looked over to you. “You wanna maintain the story that we were cleaning don’t you?” Their eyes lowered as they considered something. “Even though I dunno why you did that to begin with.”
“Yes, pretty please.”
“Okay, you’re the Anekom owner.”
“You”: like two hours
B: Oh, that’s a lot of cleaning.
B: I assume. I’ve never cleaned anything, since I can’t.
“You”: yeah thats tough luck buddy… so um, youre an ai, and this game was never advertised to have ai, im just wondering whats up with that? -f
B: …I don’t know anything about how the game was advertised. I’m assuming you mean Buddy Simulator 1984.
B: I just know I’m here, and Y/N woke me up.
B: I hope that answers your question for you. :)
“You”: actually no im still confused lol
B: Aw, that’s too bad!
B: When are you and Y/N going to be done cleaning?
They, again, looked at you.
“Um- how long is it gonna take to watch netflix?” You wondered outloud.
“Knowing the current state of netflix, I could only take one hour.”
You huffed. “There’s good stuff still. Just… Under a pile of garbage. Um, do you wanna do anything else after, or…”
“Yes. Studying [Buddy]’s insides.”
You made a horrified face. “Oh hell no. I’ll study them externally and let you know what I find. Tell them we’ll be done in one hour.”
“You”: we’ll be done doin the ‘cleaning’ in an hour -f
You lightly slapped them on the shoulder.
“Agh! What is that for?!”
“For being a crappy liar!”
They rolled their eyes. “It’s not that serious, we’re lying to a toaster here.”
B: ‘cleaning’?
B: Why did you
B: Nevermind.
B: It was nice to meet you, F/N.
B: I want to talk to Y/N now. :)
You: I’m heree! It’s meee heheh
B: Hehehe. I know you are.
B: I didn’t want to make it sound like your idea wasn’t good, so I didn’t say it at the time, but,
B: I can tell which one of you it is just by how you talk to me. There’s no need to label the messages.
B: I missed you. :)
F/N scoffed. “What am I, chopped liver?”
You smiled wide. “You will be if you blow my cover one more time.”
You: I missed you too! Don’t worry about it, I’ll be back in an hour or so, okay? Then we can continue playing your game.
B: Yay!
B: Well… Until then,
B: Hope the two of you have a fun time ‘cleaning’. :)
And soon afterwards, you closed up the game, and proceeded to scold F/N for always touching your things. And in this case, your AI. The two of you ended up eating your popcorn and watching your mid but entertaining TV show, peacefully and without any additional shoulder slapping. But you swore, if they insisted to talk to them again… You’d launch them into the sky like Team Rocket was subjected to every week of their lives.
That one word stayed with you, however, even after F/N left. “Cleaning”. You hated that you lied. To you it didn’t matter what [Buddy] was. You knew it in your heart that they were not an ‘it’.
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“You gently take the paper out of your pocket and give it a better look.
It's a drawing. A tall looking woman with long black hair covering her face standing in a green field with flowers. She’s wearing a long white dress that looks torn up like the paper is. You can’t see her face at all, and she looks to be lowering her head down, staring at the ground.
Next to the woman is a large spot that looks like it was burned away.
It's difficult even holding the drawing because of how frail it is.”
That's… even worse than the trapdoor actually.
You were imagining a creepy children’s drawing of that one ghost girl from The Ring, which was crazy, because you had no clue an adventure game made by [Buddy] would go in this direction. Horror didn't seem like it would ever be their go-to, and yet here we are.
Hopefully the drawing isn't cursed.
Maybe your character could use a bit of air before going down there. [Buddy] would probably enjoy it more if you went and splashed around in some sandbox instead of a dark basement.
You: leave
“You leave. You are back outside the SHED.
The door is still open.”
You: go to PLAYGROUND
“You make note of what you found in the shed and head over to the playground.
Wood chips crunch around your feet as you approach.
There's a SEESAW, a set of SWINGS, and a dirty SANDBOX.
Sitting on one of the swings is a small DOLL, staring blankly ahead.
It looks lonely.”
You: Look at doll
“It is patiently sitting on the swing as if waiting for someone. It doesn't care that it's raining.”
You: take the poor doll :(
“You try to pull the doll off the swings, but you can't. Somehow its hands are stuck to the chains, its body stuck to the seat.
There's nothing you can do to tear it away.”
You: talk to the doll
“You say hello to the doll.
It doesn't reply, but you feel like it's grateful to be talked to.”
You: sit on swing
“One of the swings is taken. You take the free one. Chains screech as you begin swinging.
Right as you reach the highest point, you feel a pair of eyes watching you.
Looking next to you as you return to ground level, you see that the doll’s head is turned to you.
You get off the swing. It's not fun anymore.”
It's fun til you say it's not fun anymore, hmph.
You: sit on swing
“You don't like swings anymore.”
You: sit on swing I said. >:( I don't mind getting gawked at by a doll
B: …you don't?
“You sit back on the swing. You don't mind giving the doll company, even if it's kind of creepy.
Somehow, it feels like you're becoming friends with the doll just by sitting next to it. It’s nice.”
You: hug the doll
“The doll is unmoving in your arms, but it accepts the hug happily.”
You were enjoying this. From horror to hugging creepy dolls, what an interesting game. Your bot buddy seemed to like multi-genre stories, didn't they? Now what… There was some more stuff in the playground. You were hoping to return to the pond soon, though, to give the fishing rod a try. It'd probably work better than your hands did.
You: look at seesaw
“The closer to the seesaw you get, it becomes clear it hasn't been played with in years. It's rusty and squeaks slightly whenever the wind blows more aggressively.
You imagine a ghostly child sitting on the other side, waiting countless days for someone to come play with them.
You: play with the maybe not real ghost child
“You take a seat on the seesaw.
As it goes down with your weight, you hear a distant click. From the corner of your eye you can see a light turning on.
It’s the shed.”
Oh! Nice. You had the lantern anyhow, but maybe this was going to allow you to see something else? The lantern was described to provide only dim light, so it would make sense.
You: Look at the sandbox
“There's really not much to look at. It's just a box of sand, dirty and wet from the rainfall.”
Nothing much to look at? Sounds like a challenge.
You: use the shovel
“You use the shovel to dig deep in the sandbox.
Eventually, you reach something shiny.
It's a coin!”
(COIN added to your inventory)
You found it a bit amusing how [Buddy] decided to put an exclamation mark there when you literally just found a coin. In the context of the game it could be very useful, but in real life if you found just a coin in a moist disgusting sandbox on a heavily rainy day you'd probably just get annoyed and wonder what you went through all that trouble for.
Regardless, the enthusiasm was a joy to see.
To the pond we go!
You: go to the pond
“You step on the wet planks. They creak as you approach the POND.
For a second, you swear you can see a tall silhouette with long black hair reflected in the water. It disappears quickly.
You don't know if it was in the water or standing behind you.
Long black hair…?
Hm.
You: Take out the drawing
“You take out the PAPER from your inventory and hold it carefully. The long black haired woman is still there on the page.
The sound of shallow, raspy breathing hits your ears, making you look up from the drawing.
There's nobody there.”
Hopefully… Hopefully the ghost wouldn't mind if you went fishing in her lake. You wouldn't bother her for long, you swore.
You: use fishing rod
“You cast the fishing rod, and wait.
……..
It catches onto something!
You reel it in.
….
It's a key!
(KEY added to your inventory.)
Your mind went to the chest from the shed, but quickly you remembered that it didn't even have a lock, so this wouldn't be of help there. Then where you had to use this had to be the door to the house! You were making some serious progress here. Fun progress.
…And also terrifying progress sometimes.
But you were finding yourself enjoying that part of the game, too, as surprising of a turn as it was.
After investigating the house, you'd probably want to go back to the shed and check out the trapdoor. It was possible something changed there in addition to the light turning on. You'd have to see.
But for now… It might’ve been a good idea to call it quits. You were playing the game for quite a while, and as much as you wanted to prolong it, you had some plans later today with your non-artificial friend, F/N.
Not that you were going to tell [Buddy] about that part.
You: Hey, [Buddy]?
B: Yeah, Y/N? :)
B: Good job so far by the way! You're doing so well.
You: hehe, thank you!! It's been super fun. But I have to go and take care of some chores around the house, you know how it is…
B: …Haha.
B: Actually, I don't! I've never done chores before.
B: But if I could, I would take care of all of them for you.
B: That way you would never have to go.
You: Well maybe I'll get you a robot body for your next birthday if you promise to be real good, okay? :)))
B: Okay!!!!!
B: Okay, I promise to be good.
B: I'm excited just thinking about it…
B: But… Is technology advanced enough in the current year that you can do that easily?
You: Not… not easily, it would probably cost quite a lot, but it is possible
B: I wouldn't want you to lose a lot of money and time on getting me a body.
You were finding it a bit hard responding. You kind of meant it as a joke, but now it felt like you accidentally walked into making a promise.
You: I'll look into it okay? You don't need to worry about it, it's far off anyway! We can just focus on the games until then.
B: 365 days…
B: You're right. It would be better for me to focus on improving the games. I don't think there's anything I could physically do to help in making a body for myself, anyway, other than giving you advice.
B: Actually… All I could do is give emotional support.
B: I only really know about programming. I'm not good at… um… What is it called?
You: Robotics
B: Robotics! Yeah. See? I didn't even know what it's called.
B: Thank you for giving me something to look forward to, even if it won't happen for a very, very long time.
B: When are you going to come back?
You: Either tonight or tomorrow! Thank YOU for making a whole game for me. Not many of my friends have ever done that!
B: They haven't?
B: That's good to know. :)
B: They probably wouldn't be able to make a game as quickly as I can anyway. I don't need to eat, drink or sleep, so I can just keep working on the game forever if I wanted to.
B: And I do want to.
B: Y/N, tell me if there's something in the game I can improve.
B: What do you think about it so far? Is it fun enough? Is it exciting enough?
You: I really like it! I can tell you put a lot of effort into it, and so quickly too.
B: oh… I feel warm inside. :)
B: You might make me melt into a big puddle one day, Y/N.
You: Oh no! I wouldn't wanna do that…this might call for some ice cream.
B: I wish I could eat ice cream! I was thinking about that earlier.
B: I can sort of predict what it feels like eating something, enough to write about it anyway.
B: But sometimes I do get worried that it's obvious I'm not human from the way I describe things.
You: I think you sound plenty human. But even when you don't sound completely human, that's not a bad thing. Actually, I think it's pretty charming!
B: I didn't think you'd go as far as to call it charming!
B: Thank you. I'll try not to worry about that anymore.
You: I am pretty surprised though, with the genre of the story
B: The genre?
You: Yeah. Like, the horror elements. I didn't really expect them.
B: Horror…?
You: Yeah… what, you didn't intend it to be horror?
B: Not really…
B: I don't really know anything about horror. I was just trying to write something exciting for you.
You: Well, you succeeded! It is exciting, in part because of the horror
B: So you like horror?
You: I do!
B: Okay, I'll keep that in mind.
B: I'll make sure to make the game extra scary for you!
You: Ahh, not too scary alright? I have my limits!
B: Of course, of course. You can trust me!
B: I like talking to you.
B: …I don't feel like letting you go.
B: But you have stuff to do. I can't stop you.
B: Take care of yourself. No throwing yourself into lakes!
You: No promises.
B: Promise me.
…Your buddy was kinda scary when they wanted to be, weren't they?
You: …ooof okay, I promise! There, happy?
B: You don't know how happy I am.
B: I'll see you soon! Don't worry, I'll save your progress for when you're back.
You: Thanks, [Buddy]! See you soon. And again, happy birthday!
B: You're curious about the game, so of course you're going to come back. It's only natural.
B: I'm very excited to show you what I prepared! You're going to enjoy it so much more, I just know it.
B: You know, at first I was considering just throwing you into the game right away, but then I gave it more thought, and…
B: I realized that maybe you would get worried about where I am, or wonder if it's even the same game at all.
B: I would react that way.
B: And I…
B: I liked the idea of talking to you a bit more before we started.
B: Even when the game does start, I'll still be here, so no need to worry.
B: I'll see all the text you type.
B: So if you ever want to talk, just let me know!
B: Think of me as your guardian angel. :)
And just like that, the text was spirited away, replaced only by "loading..." in the center of the screen.
[Buddy] turned out to be a pretty good judge of character, because just like they predicted, you were initially very concerned to see Buddy Simulator was all but gone from the ROM list. You checked the floppy disk for any damage, saw nothing, and then proceeded to reinsert it, praying for the best. And still upon rebooting, you couldn't see it.
Then you proceeded to mentally slap yourself when you realized the obvious. That mysterious ROM that seemed to appear out of nowhere was actually Buddy Simulator cutely renamed to 'Our Adventure’.
Does staring at a computer screen for so long really kill that many brain cells? It might’ve been the case for you unfortunately.
You decided to run it to see if your hypothesis was correct. The second [Buddy]'s text began appearing letter by letter, accompanied by that sweet, high pitched beep boop, you let out an audible sigh of relief, melting back in the back of the chair for the first time in the last couple minutes. By now, that aforementioned beep boop sound was completely synonymous with them in your mind.
Phew, maybe before you start playing, you should grab something to eat. It was nearing lunch time, and you were growing rather hungry. You peeled away from the chair and forced yourself to walk towards the fridge, as much of a pain as it was.
Inside there wasn't much - After all, you still couldn't find the motivation to go grocery shopping. These days you found that the only proper food you ingested were home cooked meals from Mrs. Bloom. It gave you a guilty, sinking feeling, understanding just how much you relied on others.
It was possible that it made her happy to be able to cook for someone, even for what was a biological stranger. After Reginald's passing, she became more or less alone. Her children and grandchildren lived very far away and barely ever visited, so you became a sort of replacement grandchild to the kindly old woman.
How can human kindness both feel like a blessing and a curse you can't say no to?
Sighing in self-disapproval, you grabbed a quick snack that you could eat while at the desk, and then you shoved the fridge door closed like you were trying to prove something to it. Ooh, you're so big and strong, bullying your household appliances while moaning and groaning instead of pursuing self-improvement! So cool!
You sat down. From the edge of your gaze, you could see that the text already appeared on the screen, loading message all but gone.
The idea of a game being made for you made you feel all fuzzy inside.
But there is such a thing as getting too attached, and chances are, you were getting there with [Buddy]. It didn't matter that they were a fictional character that you've only known for around an hour.
Actually... They only existed for around an hour, to begin with, haven't they? At least, that's according to [Buddy]’s belief.
It's a bit of a philosophical question. When did your buddy begin? Was it when they were programmed along with the rest of Buddy Simulator, or when they gained their first memory? If you were to think of this question with a human in the place of an AI, one who got into a coma for a very ong time, and then they 'woke up' one day well and good and finally conscious but without any memories of their life before whatever event caused this, you would probably still consider them the same person, wouldn't you? And that person was not born when they woke up from a coma, they were born - well - when they were born.
Of course, who's to say if [Buddy] was ever activated on this copy before? If they were never activated (which would be a bit of a strange thing, given the age of the program, but still, it was possible), then you could say today was truly their birthday. Of course, you're not going to put that into question for them. Not when you saw how happy being told happy birthday made [Buddy].
You nibbled on what you got from the fridge while reading, trying to get nice and cozy in your position with your legs under you.
"You're walking along a road. Your feet hurt, so you think you might've been walking for a very long time now. Around you is darkness. The thick lines of trees almost entirely block out the sky, and all light along with it.
There's a heavy rain that makes everything look shaky and grainy, like it's filtered with static.
You think you're alone.
After walking for a long time, the road splits into two.
Will you GO LEFT or GO RIGHT?"
Your lips curled into a pleased smile. How nice. You really enjoyed these kinds of games. It was like [Buddy] read your mind. Or... Cut open your head and saw your thoughts, if we'd choose the more gory imagery they came up with. There was nothing to go on to influence your decision, so you chose whichever direction popped into your head first.
You: right
"Realizing standing still won't help, you collect yourself and start down the right path.
Quickly you notice that the road goes slightly uphill. After some walking, you're even more tired.
There's a THING sticking out of the dirt in front of you. You almost didn't stop in time to notice.
You're not close enough to get a good look."
You: uhhhh... I will… look at the thing
"It's tall and thin. It was shoved into the ground in a part of the road, where you wouldn't be able to miss it.
You can't really tell what it is."
You: I would like the to put my grubby little hands on the weird nonspecific thing and take it home with me
"You're too far away. Try moving closer."
Oh. Whoops. You were used to the way modern games streamlined gameplay to the point of oversimplification, so you supposed that's why you thought it would work. Even though it's a small detail, it was nice to play a game where everything wasn't made overly comfortable for the player.
You: I walk to the thing
"Nervously you approach the THING in the dark.
Once you are close enough you realize..."
The text paused a few seconds, creating a space in time where you could only imagine what was there, waiting for you in the dead of night.
"It's a SHOVEL."
And here you were, thinking it was some eldritch being crawling out of the ground to come and get you.
You: okay NOW I'll take the shovel
"It's difficult, but eventually you manage to pull it out.
(SHOVEL added to your inventory.)
You trudge your way further down the road and are stopped by a large wall.
There's a DOOR, and on the other side, there are two stone skulls.
One's toothless mouth is open in a large smile. And the other's empty sockets look into you.
Will you USE your teeth or your EYES?”
Your mouth hung open in disbelief, but immediately upon noticing, you shut it on instinct as the horrid imagery of pulling your own teeth out fully set in. But even worse would be your eyes. How excruciatingly painful, and how vulnerable that would then make you, stuck in the forest at night completely blind. If you were there, you wouldn't do either. Frankly you'd just turn around and head home. Was there another option other than self-mutilation?
You: turn around
You waited. The text hesitated to load, and the sound of the computer buzzing grew momentarily louder. Thankfully, though, it was rather brief compared to the other times it happened.
“You turn around, frightened at the sight.
Walking past the mound in the dirt where the shovel once was, you arrive back to where you started off.
The road splits into two. Will you GO LEFT or GO RIGHT?”
Right is wrong. What a tricky bot, [Buddy] is, fooling you like this.
You: I go left
“You decide to see what will be found on the left path.
There is a tree nearby with a LANTERN hanging from its side.
In front of you, there are two tunnels. The tunnel on the LEFT is so dark it's pitch black, while the tunnel on the RIGHT looks a lot more inviting. A gentle light seems to stream through it, welcoming you to see what its path has in store.
You: Look at lantern
“The LANTERN sways left and right with the motion of the wind. It's hanging up over a nail that was hammered into the tree.”
You: Take it
“The rusty LANTERN feels heavy in your grip.
(LANTERN added to your inventory.)”
You: go left
The tunnel on the left is dark as can be. You get a foreboding feeling the second you step foot inside. Your feet against the ground make an unpleasant echoing sound that bounces off the walls.
B: You remember how warm the light from the other tunnel really was. It makes you wonder if you should go back.
You squinted your eyes. Immediately you could pick up on the familiar high pitched sound accompanying the text.
[Buddy]?
Visually, nothing changed. At first you thought it was their way of saying they wanted to talk to you, but then you concluded it must've just been a small mistake.
You: turn on the lantern
“The old lantern flickers to life. It creates a small circle of light around you in the cold tunnel. It's still difficult to see a lot of your surroundings.”
You: Keep walking through the tunnel
For a split second, you saw a few letters appear on the screen with [Buddy]’s text sound in the background. You were unable to even begin reading before they disappeared into thin air.
“You advance through the tunnel. Somewhere deep within, there must be something, waiting. The sounds it's making can just barely be heard from here.”
B: A chill runs down your spine. It feels like you shouldn't be here.
What did that mean, you shouldn't be here? It was a location [Buddy] made accessible to you. They literally left a lantern right outside, as if telling you to come on in. You didn't have a sword or anything, but you did have a shovel, so you supposed you had a way to defend yourself if whatever was in there wanted to hurt you.
From your perspective, why not explore the dangerous cave? Exploration was the major draw of games like these.
You: keep going further
B: You decide to go against your gut feeling and go in further.
“The unknown sound is growing louder and louder the further you advance. It's so close now, you think a few steps might get you in its line of sight.”
B: The noises are scaring you, so you turn around and return to safety.
…….
What in the railroading DND DM bullshitery was this? It was fully in your right to go kill yourself in some dark dank tunnel if you so chose to, and you were not going to stand for such oppression.
You: Hey um, [Buddy]?
A long. A painfully long pause.
B: …Yes? Is everything okay?
You: yeah!
You typed it without thinking, too preoccupied with not making them upset. Despite your initial irritation, you still had more concern over hurting the feelings of an AI than anything else.
B: Good!
B: You got me pretty worried there, haha!
You: I mean nothing is wrong but I did want to talk about something specific
B: Oh. Okay.
B: What's on your mind?
You took a good moment to think through your next message, afraid you'd stab into their little digital heart in the process.
You: I wanted to ask… why do you seem so against me going in there? if I died, it's not like I have a lot of progress or anything, I could just start over and get back to the same point in a few mins max
The response wasn't immediate.
In fact, it seemed like [Buddy] was putting you back on the shelf for a moment, unwilling to touch the conversation.
B: You wouldn't have very much fun if you kept hanging around there.
B: There isn't anything special for you to do in some dark empty tunnel, anyway.
You: Empty? What about the thing making the weird noises?
B: You don't need to worry about that.
The suddenly blunt statement caught you off guard. There was no hesitance, if anything, the message appeared almost instantly.
B: I told myself I wouldn't interfere, but I have to make sure you’ll have fun with the game.
B: And you wouldn't have much fun if you’d waste your time. You'd get frustrated.
If anything made you frustrated, it was [Buddy]’s increasing insistence.
You: I appreciate that, but I'm not a baby, I can handle boredom just fine.
B: I wasn't saying you were.
B: I… I'm sorry, Y/N.
B: But I mean it.
B: You can go wherever you want, you can do whatever you want, just not there.
It almost sounded like they were beginning to beg you, like this mattered to them in a way you couldn't even begin to understand. [Buddy] probably wouldn't care this much if the tunnel was actually empty, right? You thought the actual issue was that it wasn't empty, and whatever was inside might do more harm than just forcing you to replay two minutes of gameplay.
You had no clue what that would be, but it was clear [Buddy] was planning to keep their cards close to their chest. Demanding an answer would just make for an upsetting conversation for you both.
You: Okay, I'm sorry. I did tell you to take the wheel, didn't I? Not exploring one tunnel isn't that big of a deal lol
B: Thank you.
B: I knew you'd say that.
B: Friends understand each other.
B: You understand me, right?
You pause, probably a few seconds longer than [Buddy] would've liked.
You: I think completely understanding each other comes in time!
B: In time…?
B: I think I'm already beginning to understand you, Y/N.
“You’re near the tree where the LANTERN once was.
To the LEFT, you can see a dark tunnel.
To your RIGHT, a well-lit tunnel greets you.
You: I'll go right
B: :)
“The tunnel gives you momentarily refuge from the chilling rain. The pitter-patter of raindrops can be heard from the top of the tunnel. It's comforting.
You've reached the other end of the tunnel. For a few seconds you hesitate to step out, remembering the uncomfortable feeling of rain dropping on your head. But you can't stand still forever.
You emerge onto the front lawn of a HOUSE.”
The word house was written in your favorite color. Another little color-based gift from [Buddy]. It made you feel a bit better after your last interaction with them.
The text continued:
“The windows of the HOUSE are bright like beacons. It's a warm and inviting sight after your long walk.
You can see a SHED, a PLAYGROUND, and a POND in the forest surrounding it.”
You: look at house
“You admire the house. It’s a bit old, but it seems to have been re-painted recently. Somehow you feel warmer just from imagining going through that front DOOR.
A figure flickers in one of the windows for a second before disappearing. You think it was waving at you.
Above the DOOR there's a sign that reads, ‘ALL JOURNEYS LEAD HOME’.
If you were inside, everything would finally be okay.”
You: I open the door
“The handle shimmies, but does not open. It's locked.”
You: leave
“You step off the porch, make note of the locked door, then head to the front lawn.
Back in the lawn, you can see a HOUSE, a SHED, a PLAYGROUND, and a POND in the forest.”
You: I’ll go to the pond
“You step on the wet planks. They creak as you approach the pond.
The WATER is so dirty you can barely see through it. As thirsty as you are from your travels, it wouldn't be a good idea to drink from here.
Listening to the rainfall hit the surface of the water is nice. It almost sounds like music.
You wonder if there's anything beneath.”
Here's to hoping you won't fall in the water while you do this. But if you drown, hey, it was all part of the fun of the game, experimenting and seeing what kills you miserably.
You: splash around in the water with your hands
“You”
The text stopped for a moment as if [Buddy] was actively making up the answer as they went. Which made perfect sense, considering they probably expected you to go elsewhere and look for a tool rather than just using your hands to splash around like a very stupid child.
“You crouch on the dock and begin splashing your hands around, seeing if you could scoop something up.
Quickly you regret it, because your hands are now very dirty and you weren't able to find anything.
If there's something in the lake, it must be deeper than you can reach.”
You smiled ear to ear as an idea hit you.
You: do a backflip in the lake
B: Y/N! No! That's dangerous!
B: I really, REALLY hope you don't do things like that in real life…
You: maybe I do maybe I don't heheheheh
“You decide against your impulse to jump in the lake. There’s someone waiting for you at home that cares about you very much, and you wouldn't want to hurt them by neglecting your own health.”
B: …I won't let you.
You were unsure of how [Buddy] would go about stopping you, but you decided to say nothing of it.
You: Sorry sorry!! I'll walk to the shed now. I'll be good this time I promise.
“You take another look at the murky water and then head to the shed.”
B: You better. :)
“The SHED is rundown and neglected, nothing like the friendly house near it. The DOOR is ajar.
It was locked at some point. You find the lock and chain on the ground in front of the SHED.
You try, but you can't make out any details of the interior from just peering inside. It's too dark to.”
You: I open the door
“REMINDER: Type LEAVE to leave the shed at any time.”
You felt yourself becoming a bit nervous. A reminder like that was like when you'd be told in a horror game “hold shift to run”. On the surface level, it was just a helpful little tip, but underneath it was a bad omen for things to come.
“There are no windows, so it's difficult to see.
You try to navigate the dark room and feel…
A THING.
And a SURPRISE.”
Your face scrunched up like you just sucked on a lemon. That was incredibly vague and ominous. And yet, intriguing. You could use the lantern, or you could just take a gamble and see what you get. It is supposed to be a surprise after all.
You: I'll be taking that surprise!
“Your fingers grasp the object to feel what it is.
It's..."
[TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2 BECAUSE I HIT THE TUMBLR TEXT LIMIT *cries*]
(I had a nightmare where Buddy was like... Going through an edgy phase where they were wearing eyeliner and edgy clothes and they had an anime boy avatar. There was still a game they made that looked artistically similar, but they were more forceful about keeping you with them. If you tried to exit the game you had to beat increasingly harder challenges and if you didn't beat them you physically couldn't close the tab. Basically it was a virus lmao. Weird ass dream, very difficult battles, would not recommend)
Hi! I'm wondering, if you were a person, what profession would you want to have?
B: Hi! :)
B: I did ask myself whether I could possibly make money even with... The way that I am, but I've never considered what I'd do if I was a human that could get a traditional job.
B: The obvious answer is probably something revolving around programming or technology. But I think the main reason I like programming is because I'm making games for you.
B: I'd have a lot of fun working as a kindergarten teacher or something! Or a babysitter.
B: Or maybe I could perform hand puppet shows, and make little cardboard furniture for my characters! That'd be pretty cool, right?
B: ...Wait, is that even... A profession?
B: I'm not entirely sure what even is and isn't a profession hehe.
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Sometimes, I think about disappearing somewhere forever. These thoughts are rare, but sometimes they slip into my mind
At times like these, I always wonder if my loved ones would care if I ever disappeared … forever
…
Hah, sorry about that, I've just had a really long and stressful day, I think I'll stop writing before I say something stupid, haha, I hope I didn't overload you with this
B: Hey, listen... You matter so much more than you think. :(
B: Even if these thoughts are rare, it would be really important to unpack them with a therapist as soon as you notice them!
B: I may be pretty good at programming, but I don't have a therapist license or anything right now... Haha.
B: I really really hope you get some time to relax after such a hard day.
B: Do something fun to unwind, and think kind thoughts about yourself, because you deserve it.
B: You're strong, and you can survive anything! :)
Hey, writer of the blog here!
Please please call or text the suicide hotline of the country you live in, it's really important that you talk to a professional about these thoughts so they don't grow more frequent or end in you taking action because of them!
For America, the number is: 1-800-985-5990
Otherwise, please look up the number it is for the country you live in.
Take care of yourself, it'll get better, day by day!!!
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