Use as many options or as few as you want!
Click and Drag on each box to reveal your plot elements! Or simply use “PrntScr” (then paste your selection into paint) to capture a plot in one shot!
note: clearly, some of the options won’t apply, depending on your choices.
For example, if your companion is an animal , the “your companion has” box will probably not apply.
If the killer is you, the killer’s motive and your motive, would be the same. Unless you wish to use both options (“the killer’s motive” and “your motive”) in some twist in which you do not know you’re the killer!
It was what felt like an every day routine, you know wake up and go about your day? Today, it wasn't one of them days. When I woke up I wasn't in my big comfy Queen sized bed. I even rubbed my eyes, just thinking I might still be dreaming or I must be half asleep to what I was seeing. My eyes didn't deceived me though, I was not in my bed, nor in my own home. The place was abandoned and to the looks of it, it seemed to be some old warehouse. I tried my best to keep my cool, but my head started to spin as I felt right away confused and even nauseated. The obvious question popped into my head as to how the hell did I get here? Worse...who would've brought me here?
There was no denying that I was a little scared. Wasn't sure if this was all one big prank or if I was in some deep shit. As I was going to stand on to my two feet, moving my body slightly around I was knocked unconscious. Oh, shit. I am in deep trouble....
The next moment that I woke up, I was in a different room, maybe a different part of the warehouse? It really didn't mattered. All that did matter still was to know who had me captive and how the hell was I able to escape from all of this? Of course, I was ignoring the obvious question: what they want with me? But, I would leave the unanswered questionnaire to whomever was in charge or behind all of this.
This time around, I carefully took a look around me. This is when I noticed that I was not the only one in the room. As soon as the coast was clear I approached the body near me in high hopes that the person wasn't dead. When I was moving closer, making sure that I wasn't making much noise. As I came to a clear view of the body, it was a familiar one. It was my best friend, I turn her body over as it seemed still warm. She might be unconscious as I double check her breathing and heart rate. She seemed pretty normal, and much alive. Thank goodness! I told myself, all I know is that I wouldn't be ready to see any dead body right now.
I noticed a few feet away was to what it seems to be her backpack. Still being careful, I took another look around me as I crawled over to the object, as I was crawling an item in my back jean pocket reminded me that I still had my pepper spray at hand. That made me feel somewhat safer, that I could at least protect myself a bit better now.
Before I was able to reach it, my best friend's voice came to a loud yelling point that made me stop what I was doing right away. "He's back!" Were her exact words. I was scared to look around and face whatever or whoever it was. Yet right away, I was overthrown to the wall, hitting hard against the concrete wall, I felt like a sack of potatoes smashed against the hard surface. Sudden pain was felt all over as I groaned loudly in such complaining manner. I was barely able to move as the pain ached throughout all of my body.
My best friend's voice was loud in shouts, but I was unable to make whatever she was saying. All that I was able to hear were the thoughts inside my head complaining to the shit that I must of got myself into. I shut my eyes and can spot almost every muscle in my body that was affected by the hit, and I felt pain in places that I didn't even know could've been affected or felt before. Despite that I was dying from pain, I have never felt so alive before. And as much as I just wanted to just lay there and rot, I had to find some miracle in being able to move a single muscle..anything!!!
When I opened by eyes a single figure was before me. I knew it had to be the person that my best friend was referring to. As I continued to set my eyes up the body, this was someone that was familiar too. It was my ex, Bobby. But, how could this be? He's been dead for over seven years now. More panic started to hit me in full speed. Was I hallucinating? Was I in a dream? Nothing made sense. Whatever it was, all I wanted to do was to get out of there. Yet, I knew that was going to be impossible. The subject before me had to be dealt with and I would do my best and give it my all to take care of this ghost from the past.
