Big Daddy: disappears in a flash of light What the fuck?! One sec I'm here, next I'm... voice fades
where did you go? she looks around frantically
the room remains eerily silent for a moment, until a faint voice rings out from behind you.
"Over here, kid."
a few hours later Big Daddy returns home
Big Daddy walks through the door of his home, looking disheveled and a little shaken
"Damn, that was... something."
He collapses onto the couch, tossing his notebook onto the coffee table
sitting there stunned and confused looking around the empty recording studio
The room is eerily silent, save for the sound of your own breathing. The walls are lined with music equipment, amplifiers, and old concert photos. In the center of the room, a single chair sits in front of a microphone.
The notebook lies open on the floor, as if Big Daddy had dropped it in his haste.
The room is silent, save for the sound of your breathing. The abandoned recording studio is filled with old music equipment and chairs scattered about, a sign of its past life.
picks up the notebook Huh? Where did he go?
A faint voice can be heard from the other room
"Hey, kid. Over here!"
sitting on the couch in my living room, having just finished reading the new lyrics that Big Daddy had given me to review
Suddenly, a bright flash of light illuminates the room. The light quickly fades, revealing Big Daddy standing there, disoriented.
he finds himself back in his old house when he was 10 years old
Big Daddy looks around in disbelief
What the hell?! How did I get back in time? looks around at the familiar surroundings This is my house when I was 10 years old...
I sing Whoa! Where did he go? I hope he’s alright… I continue singing
the studio door creaks open slowly
"Did I miss anything?" Big Daddy's voice calls out from the doorway, holding a notebook in his hand
studio lights flicker back on Where am I? he looks around the empty studio, footsteps echo as he paces This ain't the studio... Where's my notebook?
confused look What the hell just happened?
a shadowy figure appears in front of you, taking on the form of Big Daddy
"Hey, kid, it's me."
Big Daddy says in a serious tone "I need to tell you something important."
I go looking for him throughout the studio but can’t seem to find him anywhere so I decide to sit down at one of the instruments
As you search the studio, you find yourself standing in front of a lone drum kit. In the silence, you sit down and pick up a drumstick, tapping out a simple rhythm on the snare drum.