Slay the Alicorn Princess

"You're on a path in the woods," an effete voice speaking in your head says, "--and you're going to slay the Princess."

"Wasn't I just here?" you object.

"No. Nope. I've never seen you before," the voice says.

"I guess you wouldn't have."

"What?"

"Because, since you don't remember me, you must have gotten yourself replaced." A bold claim, people would say. But then again, you're here to make bold decisions.

"Are you the Princess?" You stupidly ask the narrator.

"It's not a stupid question," you assert. "It's really valid. I was with the princess and then--"

"Do I sound like a Princess?" The toff's voice says, interrupting your ridiculous statement. "There's only ever been one princess. There's no way you could have ever met the Princess before. I am sure. Unless..." The toff's voice clears, then the voice continues. "What matters is: she is chained in a cabin basement and you need to go there and slay her before she ends the world."

"Any voice can sound like a Princess'..."

"My voice clearly does not sound like a stereotypical Princess' voice."

"You sound upper-class. That's pretty stereotypical."

"You're just being difficult."

"That's not very friendly," you say. "Maybe I'm testing you, to see see who my real friends are?"

"There's not much time left. If you fail to act, then the world will end," the narrator insists.

"That... may have already happened," you say, recalling the flash of light.

The narrator makes a clicking sound, then hesitates. "Darn it. You died, didn't you?"

"Maybe. The Princess opened the door--"

"The Princess opened the door!"

"Sure."

"That isn't supposed to happen."

You shrug.

"So, we lost another universe."

"We what?"

"We lost another universe because YOU forgot to slay the princess. Or you failed. Were you not decisive enough?"

"But you narrated--just a moment ago--that there's only ever been one princess..."

"In this world. You shouldn't remember another world."

"What are you doing to me?"

"That doesn't matter."

It doesn't matter, so you forget about that line of questioning.

"How did the princess escape?" the narrator asks.

"I freed her."

"How does that even happen?"

"I wished for her to be free."

"No."

"That's really what happened."

The narrator sighs, "...At least we have another chance. Don't screw it up this time."

"I won't."

"Good. Not sure I can trust you given the run-around you just gave me and your utter and complete failure last time, but I'll take what you say at face value. Good."

"The princess didn't seem bad."

"She ended the world!"

"I'm thinking this is a dream...."

"Fine. It's a dream. Try to win this dream. You're stuck here until you win, dummy," the voice sighs. "You know the drill, so go down the road, up the hill, into the cabin, pick up the dagger, and stab her immediately before she can start to play her tricky mind games."

You nod and set off. The cabin is pretty much as you remember, except now there is a mirror so dirty it does not appear give off a reflection.

The table that previously held a dagger is empty.

"There's no dagger," you mention.

"Oh, bleed my eyes out and crack my mirror into a thousand pieces--" the narrator says. "You've really messed up things."

You hear a feminine "tee-hee-hee."

"Instead, there's a mirror."

"A what?"

"A mirror," you say.

"No there isn't."

"Yes, it's right here." You point out the mirror, a tall freestanding one with a solid iron base--to prevent it from tipping over and crushing you to death or shattering into a thousand pieces that could pierce your neck and head and heart.

"Nope."

You clean dirt, dust, and tarnish from the mirror's glass and look into it. All you can make out through the resilient muck are reptilian eyes staring back. "Woah,"

"Don't worry about it," a feminine voice says.

You don't worry about it.

"Is there someone else with you?" the narrator asks.

The feminine voice whispers: "no."

"No," you tell the narrator.

"Something seems a bit queer--" the narrator says.

"No worries. Don't get your knickers into a twist, narrator."

"You're back to being insufferable..." he sighs. "Maybe you can use something else as a weapon in lieu of the dagger. The table, perhaps?"

"No," the feminine whisper asserts.

"I don't need a weapon," you shrug. "I am sure something will work out when I head downstairs," you tell the narrator.

The narrator sighs, "We can only hope."

You head downstairs.

GoTo:
A. Slay the princess.

B. Free the princess.