Annomi At Your Door Simulator

(enchant:?passage,(text-colour:#96f2d7)) Hello Aspirant. Annomi At Your Door Simulator is a fangame based on the Sovreignstuck webcomic. Our protagonist's speech is a little hard to decipher.. So, I offer you two routes. The first fills the void of Morabe's speech. The second is as hard to decipher as he would like it. There is no other difference between the two routes. --- [[Void filled->Quirkless]] [[Void null->Quirked]]

You rest in the middle of the night. Resting might be too strong, really. More like, you've been draped on your couch. Your laptop is closed and charging from a long productive... Whatever fucking span of time it was. Your sore eyes were closed, and you weren't daydreaming. What rouses you is a knock at the door. Three sharp raps. Who could it be at this hour? Does it matter? [[It matters enough to get up]] [[It matters so little, that you take this as a cue to go to bed. Properly, to your sopor sheets.]]

You rest in the middle of the night. Resting might be too strong, really. More like, you've been draped on your couch. Your laptop is closed and charging from a long productive... Whatever fucking span of time it was. Your sore eyes were closed, and you weren't daydreaming. What rouses you is a knock at the door. Three sharp raps. Who could it be at this hour? Does it matter? [[It matters enough to get up->getup1]] [[It matters so little, that you take this as a cue to go to bed. Properly, to your sopor sheets.->gobed1]]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49824850/chapters/126028237#workskin

You drag your body up. You swear you feel your bones shift in your body. It's unpleasant. There's the knocking again. You could [[ignore it]] or [[heed the knocking.]]

Yeah. It's bedtime. You make it to your bedroom and slop the sopor sheets out of where they'd been soaking. Rest, weary troll. You throw yourself onto the bed, and put your glasses to the side. The cold sopor feels nice on your skin. You try to sleep. When you manage to wake up, you head back downstairs. A quick scan of the area reveals no blood, not that you think there would be. You do spot something, however. There's a note, containing a phone number and a handle. +33 5 91 93 47 70. (text-colour:#9c36b5)[cutthroatGliterrati]. Must've been the wrong number. That handle looks familiar. You shove the note in your pocket. You tell yourself you'll follow up. You know you won't. You slink back indoors. You've been wearing this set of clothes for too long, time to rotate. #Ending 1: A Missed Opportunity

Ugh. Fine. Curiosity gnaws at your monster energy soaked bloodpumper. [[You turn around, and go for the door->It matters enough to get up]]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49824850/chapters/125774926

You drag your body up. You swear you feel your bones shift in your body. It's unpleasant. There's the knocking again. You could [[ignore it->gobed2]] or [[heed the knocking->heed]]

Ugh. Fine. Curiosity gnaws at your monster energy soaked bloodpumper. [[You turn around, and go for the door->getup1]]