kiizami:

Because once in a while, I see people wanting to play similar games to Ib or The Witch’s House, so I thought I’d share this post from dA.

  • Ib :by Kouri. DOWNLOAD
    (Pronounced similarly to ‘Eve’) A game about a girl who gets locked in a gallery. Strange things start to occur.
    Relatively short. Not too difficult or scary. Developed plot. 
     
  • Ao Oni :by nonprops. DOWNLOAD
    (English translation: Blue Demon.) About four friends who decide to explore a haunted mansion.
    Similar length to Ib. Contains a few jump-scares and puzzles, but nothing too difficult. Focuses less on plot and more on survival-horror.
     
  • The Witch’s House / Majo no Ie :by Fummy. DOWNLOAD
    About a girl who goes to explore a house in the woods, led by a cat. The house contains many dark secrets.
    Slightly longer than Ib, and considerably scarier. The puzzles are not too difficult, and focus more on reflexes/retries than logic. Not much dialogue, but fairly developed characters.
     
  • Corpse Party :by team GrisGris. DOWNLOAD
    About a few students who go to an elementary school that was previously occupied by a school where many murders of staff and pupils occurred. The students are transported into an alternate dimension where they are haunted by the ghosts of the murdered staff and pupils. 
    PEGI rating 16. Very graphic and contains dead bodies/rape scenes. 
     
  • The Mirror Lied :by Free Bird Games. DOWNLOAD
    (Shortened to TML) About a little girl who explores an empty house with no visible means of escape. Focuses on open interpretation by the player.
    Fairly short and strange. It is very open-ended to allow the player to think about its meaning. Very little plot. 
     
  • To the Moon :by Free Bird Games. DOWNLOAD
    To the Moon is an indie Adventure RPG, about two doctors traversing through the memories of a dying man to fulfill his last wish. It’s a bit lengthy and sad, but not actually horror related.
    It’s not actually free however, it costs $9.99 but should you want to try it out for an hour, the download link leads to that.
     
  • Clock of Atonement :by Daigo. DOWNLOAD
    You play as a guy who loved a girl so much to the point of killing her (yep). You are given a ‘Clock of Atonement’ for a chance to repent for what you did. 
    The game focuses on saving the girl; apart from that the plot is not too developed as far as I have heard. As made obvious by the synopsis, it contains some horror elements. 
     
  • Schuld :by Kelven. DOWNLOAD
    (Translation: Guilty) About a man who finds himself in a dying world without knowledge of how he got there. 
    Relatively short. Not too complex, fairly easy puzzles. Contains surreal/psychological horror 
     
  • Desert Nightmare :by Kelven. DOWNLOAD
    The game follows Sandra Richmont, who was traveling with her parents to visit their uncle. After an argument, her parents appear to have driven off without her. Thinking that her parents plan to stay overnight in the nearest city, Dusty Creek, she heads towards there. However, after meeting two others who are stranded, she realizes that they are trapped and the city has some dark secrets… 
    The gameplay consists of solving puzzles, adventure game style. There is implied rape scenes.
     
  • OFF :by Mortis Ghost. DOWNLOAD
    You take control of a mysterious person who is described to be on a mission. You start in zone 0, the first of 4 zones in a world which you gradually learn more about as you play. 
    It is apparently creepy and does have some pop-up images. 
     
  • Yume Nikki :by Kikiyama. DOWNLOAD
    (Translation: Dream Diary) About a girl whose life is nothing more than dreams. 
    Can take a long time to complete. Very difficult and abstract, with little plot. The game is less about storyline and more about interpretation. Not scary as such, but it does have some images and scenes which can be considered disturbing or haunting. Also contains flashy stuff, so epilepsy warning.
    Fan games to Yume Nikki HERE
     

These are directly copied from the deviantArt post, with a bit edited in information about the games the deviantArt poster didn’t know much about. I apologize if this is long “OTL

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First meeting

nananyx:

critica-hewlett:

nananyx:

yOu aREN’T gOiING tO lET mE sAY nO…aRe yOu? 

“Of course you may say no. I am merely an assist-bot. I guide. I do not force. Whether you wish reparations in a timely manner is of your own volition.”

Nyx would have given the younger bot a look of malice if she could have. Though, getting repaired…restored to her former glory again…
    She tentatively pressed down on the button until it snapped, and she jumped backward and cowered under her composition book as she awaited the reaction  

Critica’s plastic-titanium hybrid of a body unfurled, snapping apart. Neatly rectangular flaps of her skin folded outwards, as though abiding by a seamless pattern. Her body appeared to be folding in on itself, finely wired guts and internal mechanisms being exposed as her flesh coating and her face were whisked away into unseen compartments. Her pink hair retracted; her clothing, sucked into coverings as the spry figure was contorted into a quadrupedal shape of glossy chrome and intricate fittings.

She had changed into a hoverbike. Her eyes were now activation and de-activated buttons, sitting on a tiny panel flanked by gleaming handlebars. 

Nyx wasn’t an idiot, she knew how to ride a bike. 

       She also knew you needed two hands and probably two good eyes to do it well. 
 All the same, the bot was meant to assist…so perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. With difficulty she managed to pull herself into the seat and grip one of the handle bars, her notebook safely tucked away for now. She pressed the button that was presumably for activation and quickly gripped the handlebar again, unsure of what to expect. 

A hatch seamlessly opened from the back of the vehicle, and a spindly, pincer-topped extension unfolded and expanded. It cinched around Nyx’s waist securely, ensuring that she could not fall off or tumble out of her seat. The handlebar emitted faint electronic chirps as it re-arranged to accompany the rider’s partially defunct body. Critica in vehicle mode thrummed with faint tremors as it took on a faint corona of sky blue light and slowly lifted three feet into the air.

“Engaging in turbulence travel. Bracing yourself is recommended,” unseen speakers warbled pleasantly, “In ten… nine… eight…”

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First meeting

nananyx:

yOu aREN’T gOiING tO lET mE sAY nO…aRe yOu? 

“Of course you may say no. I am merely an assist-bot. I guide. I do not force. Whether you wish reparations in a timely manner is of your own volition.”

Nyx would have given the younger bot a look of malice if she could have. Though, getting repaired…restored to her former glory again…
    She tentatively pressed down on the button until it snapped, and she jumped backward and cowered under her composition book as she awaited the reaction  

Critica’s plastic-titanium hybrid of a body unfurled, snapping apart. Neatly rectangular flaps of her skin folded outwards, as though abiding by a seamless pattern. Her body appeared to be folding in on itself, finely wired guts and internal mechanisms being exposed as her flesh coating and her face were whisked away into unseen compartments. Her pink hair retracted; her clothing, sucked into coverings as the spry figure was contorted into a quadrupedal shape of glossy chrome and intricate fittings.

She had changed into a hoverbike. Her eyes were now activation and de-activated buttons, sitting on a tiny panel flanked by gleaming handlebars. 

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First meeting

nananyx:

critica-hewlett:

nananyx:

Nyx jumped back at Critica’s motions, almost cowering behind her notebook.
     I aM mUcH oLdEr tHan yOU, GiRlYb OT

“And I—” Her head lashed back in a sharp swivel that sounded as abrupt as a whip crack. “—am much newer. Yes. Data reaffirmation.”

With digits that held painstaking replications of every knob, swirl, and fold on a normal human’s hand, Critica reached out to rip a swathe of her black t-shirt off at the corner. It was a neat, swift movement, as though ripping through cotton was as simple as shredding paper. She took the scrap of cloth and gently swabbed the damaged side of Nyx’s face, removing an imperceptible layer of dirt as well as faint traces of rust.

“Daily companion maintenance,” Critica chirped merrily. “When we arrive at Gershwin, I will see to it that you obtain repairs.”

Nyx shuddered at the contact, but the idea of being repaired…she couldn’t pass that up if she wanted too. 
    yOU mEAN…mY aRM aND mY eYE?  

“That, and much more. Shall we continue our trek?”

The sky was beginning to tinge with the dimmed oranges of sunset. The expression of the assist-bot immediately bolted into down-turned creases, simulating a pout.

“Oh, but this will never do! My GPS alerts me that travel to Gershwin takes three hours. This route is known to carry bandits, and I do not trust our safety guarantee during nightfall. Nyx, would you care to activate my vehicle mode?”

Critica’s blue eye seemed to extract until it was practically a button.

“My own internal software prevents self-activation, you see. Simply press it with enough force until you hear a snap.” 

yOu aREN’T gOiING tO lET mE sAY nO…aRe yOu? 

"Of course you may say no. I am merely an assist-bot. I guide. I do not force. Whether you wish reparations in a timely manner is of your own volition."

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First meeting

nananyx:

Nyx jumped back at Critica’s motions, almost cowering behind her notebook.
     I aM mUcH oLdEr tHan yOU, GiRlYb OT

“And I—” Her head lashed back in a sharp swivel that sounded as abrupt as a whip crack. “—am much newer. Yes. Data reaffirmation.”

With digits that held painstaking replications of every knob, swirl, and fold on a normal human’s hand, Critica reached out to rip a swathe of her black t-shirt off at the corner. It was a neat, swift movement, as though ripping through cotton was as simple as shredding paper. She took the scrap of cloth and gently swabbed the damaged side of Nyx’s face, removing an imperceptible layer of dirt as well as faint traces of rust.

“Daily companion maintenance,” Critica chirped merrily. “When we arrive at Gershwin, I will see to it that you obtain repairs.”

Nyx shuddered at the contact, but the idea of being repaired…she couldn’t pass that up if she wanted too. 
    yOU mEAN…mY aRM aND mY eYE?  

"That, and much more. Shall we continue our trek?"

The sky was beginning to tinge with the dimmed oranges of sunset. The expression of the assist-bot immediately bolted into down-turned creases, simulating a pout.

"Oh, but this will never do! My GPS alerts me that travel to Gershwin takes three hours. This route is known to carry bandits, and I do not trust our safety guarantee during nightfall. Nyx, would you care to activate my vehicle mode?”

Critica’s blue eye seemed to extract until it was practically a button.

"My own internal software prevents self-activation, you see. Simply press it with enough force until you hear a snap." 

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First meeting

nananyx:

The clippy ends of Critica’s vividly pink hair flounced as her head swiveled around 180 degrees without any regard to turning the rest of her body around. She stared at Nyx’s notebook page with her bi-hued eyes as her body kept walking faced forward.

“At this rate—” Numbers filtered down her red eye. ”—we should be arriving at the small, independent colony of Gershwin in approximately four hours. From there, I can establish a connection request for mainframe access in order to peruse full records of Ellie Stars. You are enigmatic, <NYX>. Compliance is recommended.”

Nyx jumped back at Critica’s motions, almost cowering behind her notebook.
     I aM mUcH oLdEr tHan yOU, GiRlYb OT

"And I—" Her head lashed back in a sharp swivel that sounded as abrupt as a whip crack. "—am much newer. Yes. Data reaffirmation."

With digits that held painstaking replications of every knob, swirl, and fold on a normal human’s hand, Critica reached out to rip a swathe of her black t-shirt off at the corner. It was a neat, swift movement, as though ripping through cotton was as simple as shredding paper. She took the scrap of cloth and gently swabbed the damaged side of Nyx’s face, removing an imperceptible layer of dirt as well as faint traces of rust.

"Daily companion maintenance," Critica chirped merrily. "When we arrive at Gershwin, I will see to it that you obtain repairs."

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First meeting

nananyx:

I hAvE leGs. DoN’T I? She scribbled that part out. I cAN 

“Very sturdy looking legs,” remarked Critica, without a trace of sarcasm or doubt. “Let’s begin our journey, then!” 

Assuming that Nyx would follow, she set off on a sidewalk path. The place that the two robots stood was far removed from any town or semblance of civilization, but in the great unconquered zones, ancient mankind (and their ancient robotkind counterparts) knew well to build sidewalks in the deep nature so that anyone who got bored with taking a stroll could always take the miles and miles long turn back towards some sort of town. 

Nyx rolled her one good eye and stowed the notebook away. She started behind the odd plastic creation, adjusting her scarf to cover her head as she did so. She didn’t much like traveling, but the area was devoid enough that no one would stare. 
  She pulled the notebook out again and tapped the odd thing on her shoulder.
wHere aRE we GoING ?  

The clippy ends of Critica’s vividly pink hair flounced as her head swiveled around 180 degrees without any regard to turning the rest of her body around. She stared at Nyx’s notebook page with her bi-hued eyes as her body kept walking faced forward.

"At this rate—" Numbers filtered down her red eye. "—we should be arriving at the small, independent colony of Gershwin in approximately four hours. From there, I can establish a connection request for mainframe access in order to peruse full records of Ellie Stars. You are enigmatic, <NYX>. Compliance is recommended."

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