I’ve recently been on a journey of really absorbing and more consciously immersing myself into movies and so with the passenger still very much stuck in my mind, I have to ask if you had any inspirations from movies or even other any sort of art that influenced/inspired the creation and or aspects of the passenger, such as the characters or the whole story
Oh yeah, I steal a lot when creating my stories. Carpenter’s Apocalypse Trilogy is the main inspiration for TP, along with the IF The ORPHEUS Ruse by Paul Gresty. Junji Ito stuff was a big inspiration too. Xica Da Silva for Fiama, Chema from the Spanish movie Tesis and Jonathan Davis lead singer of KoRn for Jonny, Zevran and Isabela from Dragon Age and Pan from the IF Diaspora for Roach, Horizon started as a copy of Tzekel-Kan from The Road to Dorado, but then turned into a mix of two people I know and what they could achieve if they used their powers for evil xD Bruno is all three of my little cousins, Livvy is another person I know, and Ara the type of woman I would take to bed (played by Clea DuVall probably)
OMG! I LOVE FIAMA! ❤️ 😍 💖 Can I please get a headcanon of Newman asking for Bruno's blessing?
“I thought you were coming on your bike,” Bruno tells you as you take his hand and lead him out of school. You are picking him up today. “I told my friends I was riding with you.”
“Do you want your mom to murder me?”
Bruno laughs. “She won’t.”
“Are you that eager to get rid of me?”
“Nuh-uh. I want you with us forever!” He hops, but in doing so, he pulls your hand to propel himself up. The sudden movement makes you stumble.
“Careful,” you caution him.
He looks up, winces. “Sorry.”
“Forever, you say?” You’ve been waiting for an opportunity to address your intentions with Fiama, and now seems to be the perfect time for it.
“Mh-hm. Forever and ever.”
“Does that mean you’d like it if we were a family?”
“We are a family!”
His reply brings a smile to your face. “I guess we are. Then you wouldn’t mind if I asked her to marry me?”
Bruno stops in his tracks, stares at you wide-eyed. “You’re going to marry mom?!”
“I, uh,” you look around at the parents and kids walking past you. Some of them offer you amused smiles. “I mean,” you tell Bruno, “that’s the plan.”
Again he jumps up and down, but then he’s pulling you along as he stalks forward. “C’mon, let’s go!”
“Go?” You have to quicken your pace to fall into step with him. “Go where?”
“C.C. Diner!”
“Why would we…” You stop, get on one knee and hold him by the shoulders so he is facing you. “Bruno, I’m not asking her right now.” You want to grin at how excited the idea is making him, but you refrain because he’s frowning in confusion.
“Why not?”
“I don’t think popping the question in the middle of her shift is… very romantic.”
Your words dawn on him. “Ohhh…”
“Yeah,” you stand up, push his curls away from his face, and resume your stroll. “Can I trust you’ll keep this chat between us for now?”
I wanna thank you for creating one of the best IFs ever 🤝. I also fooking love Fiama and Bruno. Fiama is one of my most favorite ROs 😊🥰. This ask is for my buddy Bruno. What would his reaction be if Newman got down on one knee one day while the 3 of them are out on a picnic, and proposed to Fiama? Because my Newman is 100% gonna do that, he's in it deep 😊
At first, Bruno wouldn’t know what’s going on, but once Newman asks to marry Fiama, he would jump up and down while saying yes. Then look up at his mom like, say yes, what are you waiting for? Fiama wouldn’t even notice any of this as she’s staring at Newman in blissful shock. Then she would blink and nod with a huge smile. “Yes,” she says. “I do, yes.”
Here’s the ROs reactions to Bruno asking to marry Newman.
So its a couple years after the story, Fiama and the MC are picking Bruno up from school and discover him being bullied by a class mate going on about how "My dad can beat up both your parents" only for Bruno to reply, "Yeah, well, my step-parent is an eldritch monstrosity from beyond the stars and could devour the entire world" in a room full of people. What would Fiama and the MCs reactions be?
Newman’s reaction is up to your imagination (that one is your headache, not mine) but Fiama first would feel as if someone emptied a bucket of cold water over her head, and then she would shout, “Bruno!” before quickly regaining her composure and taking him by the hand. “Stop picking fights with your classmates.” After a pointed look, she would tell him, “We will have a chat about this when we get home.”
Now that the game is and we know how most of the cast reacts to finding out MC isn’t human, can we know what was going on in their heads when they first heard? Or better yet, how would Mom react? Or Bruno (once he’s a bit older and can handle it)?
combining it with
How would MC's Mom react to their true identity and the reason why their husband is dead? Would they eventually forgive them or no?
Fiama thought they were all pulling her leg. She was the one who had more trouble assimilating the fact that there was more than one universe and that they were filled with otherworldly beings. The knowledge still bothers her.
Jonny’s mind at first was blank. He thought he had gone insane, or that he had crashed with his car and was in coma or that his dying brain was making him hallucinate. Then he was like, Let’s just go along with it for now.
Horizon: this would be when “Sadalsuud” showed up at the ranch, so just like in this ask their first reaction was skepticism, then a terror so great it send them into flight mode. They truly thought the version they were getting was their parents’ bloodthirsty deity.
Livvy was heartbroken; after what Tzr’nekre did to her, there was no doubt about what was inside her little sibling.
Ara’s mind was a tangle of flashes of memories of what happened the last time she went to the hills, of Noelle, and the elves.
Mom would probably react like Livvy: heartbreak. Yet deep down she would be like I knew it, I knew it. If there’s one thought she’s been consciously ignoring since they put Newman in her arms is the fact that there’s always been something off about her youngest. This is something she felt in her heart and bones. I think she would forgive them; Newman still is the prodigal child.
Bruno would be skeptical too, thinking Newman is joking around. Once Fiama and they convince him, he would blink owlishly at Newman, and ask about their eldritch nature. He would also ask if what happened in Luna Ridge was real too. He would feel a bit shocked, but also amazed by Newman’s otherworldly roots. “Can I skip school tomorrow?” he would ask because, hey, he has to at least try.
can i get uhhhhh ros after newmans death? with extra angst. thank you
Mhhh… the angst…
Prompt under the cut.
[In which Newman has been dating their RO for 5-6 years]
Bruno wakes up from a dream about feet dragging next to his bed. Something about zombies, he thinks. A burst of adrenaline is rushing through his veins, and he sits up, ears perked.
Someone’s scrubbing the floor somewhere in the house.
He frowns in the dark and
Oh yeah, they are dead
dangles his legs off the bed. He looks for the bedside lamp switch and clicks it on. His black slacks and white shirt are haphazardly strewn on the floor, a grisly reminder of the funeral they held for his parent the previous day.
He stands up, thinking about putting on some pants
and the coffin being lowered into the hole
but he shakes his head and decides against it. He opens his bedroom door and peeks outside. The house is in darkness, which makes the slim beam of light coming from the partly open bathroom door stand out like a lighthouse in a storm.
Following the scrub-scrubbing has Bruno trudging his way over to look in. His mom is kneeling on the shower floor going to town on the pristine tiles.
“Mom?”
She stops, looks at him over her shoulder—her eyes are dry, Bruno notices, red but dry—and turns to face him. “Hey, kiddo,” she tells him with a tired smile. “Did I wake you up?” She glances at the wire sponge in her hand and the white residue dusting her fingers.
Bruno pushes the door open all the way. “Can’t sleep?” he asks.
“Oh, no.” The smile stretches on her face until it looks painful, “I was just… I thought… You know I don’t like cleaning the bathroom and I’ve been procrastinating for—” She must see something in his face because she drops the smile and looks away seemingly embarrassed.
He comes to sit next to her on the floor. His eyes fall on the plastic toothbrush holder displaying only two toothbrushes now. Theirs had been there when Bruno went to sleep a couple hours ago. He frowns and looks down at his hands resting on his lap.
He can’t help thinking about his mom removing it, throwing it away. Is this how it's going to be from now on? His parent being gradually and silently removed from his life until there’s nothing left to remind him of them?
”We regret to inform you…” the policeman says, and “…they were crossing the street… the driver didn’t see them…” and what are words anymore? Bruno doesn’t understand what the man that showed up at their doorstep is saying. It’s as if he’s started speaking in a different language all of a sudden. And then that chilling scream right next to him, and his mom falling on her knees as if somebody had shot her.
Goosebumps riddle his arms because he still can hear the sound of her heart breaking. It still rings and echoes inside his head like a crystal shattering in an empty home.
“I can’t sleep.”
Bruno blinks, looks her in the eye.
“You’re right,” she admits with a tired little sigh. “I can’t, but I’m so tired here,” she taps her right temple.
“I keep waking up as if somebody had barged into my room,” he confesses after a beat.
She nods. Her lips tremble but the tears don’t come. Then she’s embracing him and running a hand through his coily hair. After a minute or so in which neither says anything, she comments, “You need a haircut.”
He pulls away from her, giving her a good-natured eye-roll and making her laugh if only a bit. He looks down at his hands again, bites his lip for a few seconds before speaking, “Is it ok if I sleep in your bed tonight?”
His mom takes his hand and gives it a squeeze. “Of course, kiddo,” she says. “Go, I’ll be with you in a moment, ok?”
Bruno stands up and offers her a smile before exiting the bathroom. The scrub-scrub continues on until he falls asleep in her bed.
—
The pressure in his temples doesn’t ease up as he knocks back his glass. Jonny puts it down on the bar and stares at the foam in the bottom. Overpriced crap, he thinks, hangover still going to kick my ass tomorrow morning.
He looks up at the middle-aged man behind the counter and raises one finger. The man nods and fills up Jonny’s glass with more overpriced beer, before setting it back in front of him. The bar is dark, dingy, and smells of sawdust, old beer, and balls. It’s also the kind of place Jonny wouldn’t willingly set a foot in, making it the best spot to be at right now when Quino is undoubtedly looking for him; his twin has been trying to locate him since Jonny didn’t show up at the funeral. The phone in his back pocket begins to vibrate again as he brings the glass to his lips and drinks.
The small bar is at least silent, which Jonny appreciates. There’s two rough looking fifty-somethings sitting at a table to his right, and an old guy sleeping it off in one of the booths. The TV is on and the Baltimore Orioles are losing as they always do. The fifty-somethings throw annoyed glances at the baseball game while mumbling into their drinks.
Unfortunately—but not surprisingly—the peace and quiet doesn’t last, and a clash of voices and laughter push their way into the musky dive bar. Jonny’s muscles tense in a second like those of a dog expecting a kick.
“Jeez, who fucking died in here?” The question is followed by more hysterics.
The newcomers yell and jeer for a few minutes before one of them comes to stand next to Jonny at the bar. He slams an open hand on the counter—Jonny can’t help jerking away—and shouts, “Hey, it’s my friend’s birthday. Do you have anything special on tap or…?”
Another chorus of laughter rings behind Jonny, and the guy turns to his friends and chuckles. “Like a…” he turns to the bartender, “birthday cake flavored beer.”
The group jeers again; some of them throw jabs at the guy, the others are losing it.
“Nothing special,” the bartender rumbles, before jerking a thumb over his shoulder. “That’s the price per pint.” Then he’s turning away, looking for the remote to raise the volume of the TV. Seven turns fourteen.
The guy rests his forearms on the counter, squinting at the blackboard. “With prices like those,” he mutters, “the least he could do is wish my friend a happy birthday.” Jonny doesn’t realize the jester is talking to him until the guy turns to face him. “Escudero?”
No. Jonny glances at the guy. Not him.
“Jonathan Escudero,” the other says with an awkward smile. “I’m—”
“Brandle,” Jonny finishes for him. Why him? Why now? He stares at Eric Brandle. “What do you want?”
Brandle straightens up, hands drumming a rhythmless beat over the wood. “I heard about your, uh, partner, and I—”
No, God, no, please.
“I wanted to say… I’m sorry?” He winces. “Are you… ok?” Jonny blinks once, and Brandle holds up his hands. “I mean, of course you aren’t, but you know what I mean…”
Jonny turns away, takes a long swig of beer.
“My buddies and I,” Brandle keeps going like a fly lodged in Jonny’s ear, “we’ll be having some drinks; it’s Matt’s birthday. You should come over.”
Jonny drains his drink, sets the glass on the counter, and takes out his wallet. He fishes out fifty bucks and leaves them next to the empty glass. Then he pushes up and walks out of there. Surely this can’t be the only dive bar in St. Georges.
—
Someone had the idea of watching the sunrise from atop this cliff, and nobody could come up with a good enough reason to stay at the party at the beach. That’s how Roach found themself in a circle sharing this moment with their new friends.
It's spring break and, under normal circumstances, they would be having a blast, but as Roach watches the very waspy group of twenty-somethings laugh and smoke blunts and drink, they realize spending time with these kids won’t silence the constant rush of thoughts inside their head.
With a sigh, they mentally scratch partying at the beach off the list.
"You said," the blond next to them says then, "you're studying in California?"
"UC Davis, yeah," Roach replies automatically. They take the blunt he offers. In the guy's defense, he isn't pushy and even though it is obvious he wants to get in Roach's pants since they met hours ago, he is still trying to look like he cares about whatever comes out of their mouth. Roach eyes him as they take a deep drag, weighing up the pros and cons of rolling in the sand with this kid for a while.
Alas, the idea of bumping uglies with a stranger makes their whole being sag with exhaustion. What’s the matter? Worried he might erase their traces off your body, Roachie? The sudden thought makes them squirm, but not as hard as they would have in the past. You're a romantic at heart, aren't you?
"Shut up," they chide themself so softly it’s barely heard under the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below.
"Come again?"
Roach glances at the blond, gives him an empty smile, and—after a last drag—returns the blunt. "I said, I'm watching the sunrise, and then I'm going to jump off this cliff."
The blond blinks confused before offering Roach an award worthy smile. "Not before I get a kiss, I hope?"
Roach chuckles. "I'll give you something better," they promise and almost feel bad seeing the anticipation twinkling in the kid's eyes.
Twenty minutes later, the first rays of sun are gleaming over the surface of the Atlantic ocean. Roach nods and says, "It hasn't changed since the first time I saw it. It's… out of this world, really."
"Sunrises are cool," the blond agrees.
Roach stands up and takes their shirt off first, and their pants and sandals later. They aren't wearing underwear. They look down at the blond, and smile at the waves of desire coming off him. "I bet this is better than a kiss," Roach says, almost sounding like their old self, the one before their partner bit the dust a month ago.
They twirl in front of the blond and his silent group of friends. And as the kid stands, reaching out with a hand, they spin on their heels, dash to the cliff and jump off.
If the group makes any sound, Roach can't hear it over the rush of air as they fall into the sea.
They are changing even before they touch the water: torso stretching like that of an eel, arms turning into long fins, legs becoming an undulating tail. Roach's face stretches too, looking like an eyeless dolphin with a big smirk full of sharp teeth. They don't need eyes where they are going, but they do need teeth.
They hit the surface of the water with a splash and slither down and keep pushing down until warm turns cold. Cold enough for Roach to notice, and they keep going until the pressure around them becomes almost unbearable and their essence has to shift again just to get used to their new environment.
They need time to process what happened, and they need a different point of view. One humanity can’t give them at the moment.
Ten years in the depths of the sea will be enough, they tell themself, ten years or maybe fifty.
—
Dominus Bismuth is a man in his seventies with rich dark skin and long, gray beard and hair. He looks very much like the stereotype of a spiritual leader, something Horizon actually voiced when they were sixteen years old and, objectively speaking, a bit of a smart-ass. They still remember the way the older Dominus laughed mirthfully at their observation. It had taken Horizon by surprise; Domina Basil and Dominus Dove were firm believers of duty and respect toward older members of the order. They would've probably slapped the words off Horizon's mouth for their brazenness have they been there.
Not Bismuth. The man had laughed for a good ten seconds before eying Horizon with a playful gleam in his round eyes. "Then it's a good thing I am a spiritual leader. Wouldn't you say, child? Do you see me selling cars in this getup?"
Horizon thought about pointing out that, in a way, they were selling used cars to naive people under the pretense of being new, but a look at that disarming smile had been enough to make them hold their tongue. Bismuth seemed nice, a teen Horizon decided there and then, and they could lay off the snark for an evening.
Watching him now, as the old Dominus stretches under the morning sun, finishing his yoga practice, Horizon can feel the tiniest of smiles pull at the corner of their mouth. It's good to see their mentor again, even if the reason behind their reunion couldn't be more tragic. Horizon's throat works and they blink back a few tears, before coming to stand next to the mat. "Dominus Bismuth," they greet, "may Sadalsuud grant more flexibility to those old muscles."
The Dominus stands up with a grin. "Domini Horizon, may Sadalsuud make you more popular amongst our peers."
Horizon huffs amused. "If that were to happen, then who would hang out with you?"
"The Great One is infinitely wise," Bismuth concedes with a laugh. "Come, child. Let's have tea."
The Dominus' house is a beautiful hacienda style home in Florida. Bismuth leads Horizon to the veranda where he serves them tea and offers them almond cookies.
Horizon takes one and inspects it for a couple seconds before taking a bite. It tastes just like they remembered from their teen years, and that fact makes their throat constrict around the crumbs as they swallow down. Trust Bismuth to have a batch of his 'feel good' cookies ready for Horizon's visit. Their eyes are quickly mistying over, and when they look up to find their mentor watching them with a soft expression on his face, Horizon has to put the pastry down.
Bismuth only needs to mutter, "Let it go, child," for Horizon to finally break down crying. They cry with their arms on the table, and their face hidden between their arms. Bismuth comes to sit next to them and rubs circles on their back as Horizon sobs for what feels like hours.
Once they compose themself, Horizon rests their chin on the table and takes two big breaths. Their eyes feel puffy, but also dry. "I miss them," they whisper hoarsely.
"Of course," Bismuth mutters, still rubbing their back.
"It was so sudden, and it isn't fair." Horizon shakes their head. "It isn't fair. They had so much to give, so much to do. They were truly special, Bismuth."
“I don’t doubt it.”
Horizon glances at him, and their mentor offers them a sad smile.
“Maybe,” he begins slowly, “they fulfilled their task on this earth. Maybe they were needed somewhere else. You know the path is long and full of twists and turns. It has to be.”
“I need them here. I still need them.”
Bismuth runs his fingers through Horizon’s hair making them close their eyes under the reassuring touch.
“We can’t dictate other souls’ journeys, child,” he explains softly. “You know this.”
Yes, they know. Horizon takes a deep, shaky breath, and sits up. They chuckle when Bismuth offers them a handkerchief that’s nothing short of a paisley explosion. “You truly are a walking stereotype, Dominus,” Horizon says, taking it and washing their tears with it.
Bismuth grins.“It takes one to know one, Domini Horizon.”
First, congrats on the release! I snapped it right up as soon as I was able and have already done one playthrough and in the middle of my second. It's been a joy seeing this go from a beta to full game <3
Now, I hope this hasn't been asked before, but what would happen if Newman and their human partner had a baby? Would it be totally human? Or would it take/inherit some of Newman's essence and get some crazy powers? I was thinking about post-game future stuff and was struck by the idea of Johnny being a sweet dad
We’ve discussed Newman Jr. a couple of times before and, basically, is up to the player’s imagination. I have however written some prompts about baby Newman-Escudero and baby Newman-Brandle 1 & 2
Love your game! I was wondering how would Fiama react to Bruno calling MC Dad/Mom/(Or any kind of parent term ? And how would Bruno and Fiama react to the MC being overjoyed and spoiling the heck out of Bruno? It is just so wholesome to me!
Hearing Bruno refer to Newman as his parent would make Fiama’s heart melt, I can assure you. Same thing with a Newman that loves and cares for her child. She will, however, remind Newman not to spoil him too much (she had that same chat with her dad, actually n_n”) while Bruno is all in for getting spoiled.
