Intro: Every single time, Dream will end up at this stupid party. Every single loop, George will walk in and their eyes would lock. Every single repetition, Dream will fall a little more in love.
But no matter how many times Dream comes back here, he can never seem to save George.
(Or, Florida man messes with time for some british dude he fell head-over-heels for.)
About: Based off my “Paramnesia” series, this is a text-based game I adapted where you get to play as Dream and make choices for him as he tries to save George from an untimely death. (You do not need to have read the series in order to understand the game.)
How to play: Go to this link(orthis link for mobile). Press the green “Run” button and wait about 10 seconds for the game to load. Once you see the words “PARAMNESIA the game”, you can press Enter to begin!
The game will be split into three parts. Pt.1 is an intro (choices don’t matter that much), Pt.2 is the main storyline (choices matter), Pt.3 consists of extra scenes you’ve unlocked after completing the game.
Disclaimer that sometimes errors/glitches might happen, this project isn’t perfect and I still work on it from time to time. If anything buggy happens, feel free to let me know what happened! (It would help to have a save code and screenshot of the issue as well. You can report them in detail in the discord.)
I hope you enjoy the game, and I wish you the best of luck! Lmk what you guys think and what endings you got :)
POV: You’re a traveler in Wildemount and you stumble upon a pair of adventurers that were ahead of you on a forest path just outside of town.
The smaller person, a grimy dude in an even grimier coat, immediately summons a flame to his hand in a panic.
The taller being, however, totally knew you were right behind them, and casts a gentle spell to smooth things over.
“Hey. Sorry for not saying hello sooner. Caleb, could you please use that fire to warm some water? I think a pot of tea would be nice to share right about now.”
Warnings: 18+. Adult Content, Dark Themes. There are angsty stuff in this fic. Reader experiences extreme paranoia. Mentions of sex. Dave calls reader sweetheart and smacks her ass. Pretty much no smut here, peeps. I can’t write smut for Dave .
AN: My first time writing for Dave so go easy on me . A little research went into this to create the plot, however I have changed up the details of things to fit the story. Also, I would like to give a big shout out to my mother as she helped me create the idea for this story,and even giving it a read before posting. And another big shout out to Naomifor creating this series for all of us to join in on. It’s been crazy fun!
We jump right in where Naomi left off, so enjoy the story my loves.
Two agents exit the vehicle to enter the home. They leave the home with whom you now know as Dave York in custody. He stares at you as you watch everything unfold. Never shifting away from your frozen form. A trained assassin, a contract killer, and he has his eyes on you.
And those eyes plagued your mind hours after you departed from the man.
After signing an NDA, stating that you wouldn’t discuss the things you learned or seen today, you were escorted home. However, once you were settled back into your little bubble of comfort and feeling safe within the parameters of your bedroom, Dave York’s eyes were still burned in your memory, leaving an everlasting disturbance in your gut.
You felt tense. On edge. It was the wayhe looked at you; like you were his next target, and shaking off that uneasy feeling was an uphill battle. You struggled relentlessly trying to rid the image of his two black merciless orbs. Barely sleeping a wink during the night, you sighed a heavy breath of relief the next day when seeing the man on the news.He is incarcerated - you are safe.
Oh I was not expecting this at all!!!!!!!!! CHLOE!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
I was on the edge of my seat! It was fine, and then it was like a horror movie (I thought she was possessed for a second), and then it became a spy movie!
*screams*
And now that you and @supernaturalgirl20 have both written for my part, we can build of your chapters! Obviously, this can be continued with the mission. I see a way to build on Char’s a little bit. And if you want, you guys can continue your own stories or start new ones with Dave.
Ahhhhh! I’m living for these reactions Thank you so much Naomi, I’m glad you liked the story . Yes, yes, yes! I hear you about expanding and writing more chapters!
‼️⚠️Spoiler Warning Below⚠️‼️
I would like to see the reader get the justice from what Ivan did while forming a love interest with Dave. I can already picture them both going on this strenuous mission, one of them nearly dying and proclaiming their love for one another… or maybe something else entirely happens ♀️.
As for Chars story, this cannot be the end . It’s set up too perfectly for more to be added and GOD DAMN HAVE I HAD IDEAS OF THE READER BEING KIDNAPPED AND SOFT DAVE COMES BACK TO SAVE HER!!!! @supernaturalgirl20 are you hearing me??
Fuck this was a good continuation of Naomi’s first look for Dave! You know I can’t read the smut but everything else was fantastic and I loved the ending
Rating: This chapter is rated T for Teen, any following chapters may change in rating
Warnings: Dave gets his own warning, brief mentions of abuse, wounds, medical treatment, shady people, explosions, dead bodies, and illusions to the Equalizer 2
Summary: You have been picked up by some government agent and taken to a remote location. This place has been roped off by police and no one else has been permitted to enter. It was just a storm. What could’ve happened to warrant this kind of reaction?
A/N: Welcome to the first Meeting Him prompt! Your adventure begins here where it all ended for your chosen man. More choices will come as my mutuals write to this, and if we get more writers, then more choices will come!
Ahhh shit this is making me smile so much! Dave York’s character is so great, and you’ve written him extremely well too Naomi! The story you have created… Oh my! I want more already and I’m going to have the absolute pleasure of writing my own andreading other’s interpretations! Cannot wait to see all of this unfold.
Darling! Look at your wicked sorcery of smarty pants skills!! Choose Your Own Adventure Game is fucking awesome!
Jaune wakes up and takes a shower. He dries off and finishes getting ready for the day. He doesn’t have work today, but he isn’t going anywhere either. What’s he going to wear, last night’s clothes, or his going out clothes?
“Six petals. Six patrols. There are six teams stationed around us. They’re out here looking for something.”
“What are they looking for?”
“I don’t know, but it’s gotta be serious if there’s six teams searching in one area. Do you know anything? Anything you might have heard or seen?”
“Not really. It looked like a normal flower with everything; petals, center, stem and a leaf.”
“A stem and a leaf?! Shit!”
“What? What is it?”
“Stem is code for staying put, sticking around, not moving from the area.”
“So you’re staying here.”
“For now, until my leaf is up. How many leaves was it?”
“One.”
“One week. Not very long, but if there’s six teams out there…”
Jaune was confused, more confused than Harriet was. He also had a nagging feeling in the back of his head. Was there something he saw or heard that might help clear things up?
The two turned to see the cat from earlier. It was black with herterochromic blue and yellow eyes. It had a collar with a little bell on the end. The bell was caked in mud.
“Uh, do you have a cat?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Ow!”
The cat trotted over to the two two, bell dangling from the collar. Harriet scratched it’s ear as it got close. It leaned closer with a purr. As it rubbed against her, Harriet shined a light on the collar.
“Huh. Apparently she’s from Atlas. Or at least that’s what her collar says.”
“She?”
“Yeah, can’t you tell?”
“It’s too dark to see.”
“Well, here, take a look.”
As Harriet lifted the tail to show Jaune, the cat yowled with static.
“He..!”
The two covered their ears, and the cat lept away. It hummed in displeasure as it arched it’s back. It hissed.
“Hey. Sorry about, uh, invading your privacy. Would some tuna make you feel better?”
The cat hissed.
“Or chicken?”
The cat turned away, slinking into the darkness. Jaune and Harriet shrugged and followed it into the kitchen. It sat at the pantry, looking up expectantly at them.
“Aieh!”
Jaune reached for the tuna, and the cat hummed again. It quieted when he reached for the chicken. Opening the can with a can opener, he set the treat on the floor. The cat noisily ate the contents of the can.
Jaune reached down. Should he pet, or scratch, and where?
Jaune reached down. A little pet wouldn’t hurt, right? Harriet grabbed his wrist. He looked up to see her scowling face.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I, uh, was going to pet the cat.”
“You’re not supposed to do that. It’s rude and makes the cat feel uncomfortable.”
“Oh.”
Harriet let go of his wrist. He pulled away, and the two watched the cat.
“Is this what Atlas is looking for.”
“If it is, I can’t understand why.”
Jaune suddenly yawned. It must be getting pretty late. He should be heading to bed soon, but the mystery was just getting started. Should he go to bed?
He could go to bed, but something was nagging the back of his mind. He couldn’t fall asleep yet. Turning away, he took the candle and walked up the stairs.
“Jaune? Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna take another look in my sister’s room. If my sister brought this cat in, there’ll be a litterbox, or something, upstairs.”
Jaune climbed the stairs, his legs feeling like weights. But he had to keep going. He made up the stairs and went to his younger sister’s room.
Looking around with just a glance, he didn’t see anything. Just her bed, her vanity, and her dresser. Nothing suspicious here, right?
Jaune walked to the window. He carefully removed the guard plank. The storm was raging especially hard now. It looked like those videos of hurricanes on the beach. He was glad he was in here, and the storm was out there, and that the rain was outside, and he was the sheriff, and he really needed to sleep. But first things first. Where’d the cat come from?
He looked at the window. Thankfully, nothing broke the glass. And he hoped it stayed that way. He didn’t see any signs of it breaking in. No tuft of fur or scratch marks. The window was secure. Good.
Jaune walked over to the dresser. Opening the drawers one by one, he found, in order, panties, socks, a music box, girlie magazines, fashion magazines, pony girl comics, a bag of cat food and a bag of cat litter. On top of the dresser, he found her diary. It was open to the last entry.
Jaune wasn’t the kind of brother to snood through his sister’s private thoughts, but it was already open. He’ll close it after reading this one page.
“Dear Diary,
Mimi is just too cute! <3 Today, she played with her mouse toy. She moves so much easier without that ugly vest on! I’m so glad she doesn’t wear it anymore. I hid it in the loose floorboard. You know the one! ;)
Gotta go!
You know who~!
P.S. Jaune, if I found out you were in my room, I will send you up to meet Mimi’s boss!”
Jaune slipped low to the ground and felt around the floorboards for anything loose. He found one under the bed, where he found the cat. Over it was a cardboard box with plastic wrapping. Jaune knew that it was a litter box by just the smell. Deodorizing crystals, his eye!
He slid the box away and opened the floorboard. In it, he found a harness and a plastic bag. What should he take?
Jaune grabbed both the plastic bag and the harness. He climbed out from under the bed with both in hand.
CRASH!
Jaune looked over and saw the window was broken. Wind and rain blasted through the glass panes. He grabbed the wooden plank and forced it to slide in place over the window.
Turning around, he saw the wind had really made a mess of his sister’s room by the window. It was dark, but in the candlelight, he saw something shiny glint.
Glass. Jaune was standing on broken glass. Climbing onto the bed, he pulled out three large pieces of glass from his feet. Walking was going to be a pain.
Jaune fell to the floor, away from the glass, and crawled his way to the harness and bag. He then made his way to the stairs, groaning with every step.
“Harriet?!”
He slipped on his way down, but ket a firm grip on both the rail and the contents in his other hand. Harriet came running up the stairs and carried him down over her shoulder. Once in the bathroom downstairs, she began cleaning his foot and bandaging it.
“In my office again, huh?”
“Not like I wanted to.”
“Aw! And here I thought you liked me.”
Harriet crawled closer and grabbed the plastic bag and the harness. Jaune yawned.
“Nice find.”
“Thanks.”
Jaune’s eyes felt so heavy. He needed to sleep, but the mystery had only just begun! He needs to power through! Right?
Jaune was not. He was tired. Every blink burned his eyes, and he could barely stand straight. The thought of climbing into bed, or on the couch, or to the floor sounded like heaven. But Jaune wasn’t looking for heaven.
“Yeah. What’s this?”
Harriet held up the harness. It had four half clips and had Polendina Labs on the strap. She then held up the bag next. It wasn’t a bag, though. Not a plastic one like at the grocery store. No, the material was thicker, almost like cloth.
“A parachute, like we use for air delivery in Atlas, and a pet harness thag says Polendina labs. Well, I think we know where our furry friend came from.”
“Mimi.”
“What?”
“Her name. It’s Mimi.”
“Uh, okay?”
“He’s right, you know.”
The two looked to the counter where the cat sat comfortably. It’s bell was clean and shiny. It glowed pink as it stretched.
“I am Mimi.”
Jaune fainted into Harriet. She had no choice but to catch him. She blushed a bit as his head snuggled into her breasts. He looked like he was in heaven.
Note: Something special I made to thank all of you for 1000 followers! Enjoy your time at St. Philomena’s Reform School. Comment to let me know which ending you get and, if you’re really feeling up to it, see if you can unlock every single ending!
You get home from another long week at work. You throw down all the mail from the mail on your dining room table, sitting down to sort through it all. Gas bill, electric bill, insurance, bill, bill, bill. Had your life really become this dull and mundane?
It was at this moment you got to the last package in the pile. It gave you pause. The return address read, “St. Philomena’s Reform School for Misbehaving Adults.” You thought that there must be some kind of mistake, but the address matched your name.
You tore the package open. Inside was a plaid gold and turquoise schoolkid’s uniform. But, unlike a child’s uniform, it was made to just your size. Puzzled, you read the letter that came alongside it.
Note: Something special I made to thank all of you for 1000 followers! Enjoy your time at St. Philomena’s Reform School. Comment to let me know which ending you get and, if you’re really feeling up to it, see if you can unlock every single ending!
You get home from another long week at work. You throw down all the mail from the mail on your dining room table, sitting down to sort through it all. Gas bill, electric bill, insurance, bill, bill, bill. Had your life really become this dull and mundane?
It was at this moment you got to the last package in the pile. It gave you pause. The return address read, “St. Philomena’s Reform School for Misbehaving Adults.” You thought that there must be some kind of mistake, but the address matched your name.
You tore the package open. Inside was a plaid gold and turquoise schoolkid’s uniform. But, unlike a child’s uniform, it was made to just your size. Puzzled, you read the letter that came alongside it.
I made a choose-your-own-adventure game for my brother’s birthday. You might like it, even if it isn’t your birthday! You can play it here: www.happybirthdayviggo.com
Chapter 4, Choice 3 of my Choose-Your-Own-Adventure fic is now on Patreon!
Every chapter will be broken up into smaller sections, with several choices per chapter. I’ll upload chapters in 2-4k chunks that end in a choice, as well as a separate patreon post with a poll for you to vote. When chapters are done, they’ll be uploaded to ao3.
Keep in Mind: Every choice will have benefits and consequences. It’s my goal to make no inconsequential choices. There will also be no “this is the klance choice”, aka, the choice that has the most shipping potential. Your choices have impact and will steer the story in unique and perhaps unexpected ways. The result of choices will not always be obvious, so keep that in mind. If you’ve ever watched/played the Bandersnatch on netflix, it’s like that. Or like dnd, as I am a DM at heart.
