I've never written for this thing before I'll be honest so uhh sure, gender neutral mostly in third pov, lel I saw an opportunity and thought what the hell sure because a friend asked for it
“Okay— let's do this.” they breathed, hands steadily typing away at their keyboard, eyes fixated on the screen before them as the re-tellings of the infamous myth "guest 666" had formed throughout most of the titles they picked at.
they let out a frustrated sigh— a stupid fascination when they'd be able to force their time into something more productive, something that seemed more ideal at the age they found themselves at, graduating college was one thing; working in a studio as a coder was another, but being a basic human being was mandatory.
body slumped forward, (name) realized how dawn had crept up upon them, the time seemed to be mocking them— ticking towards six, sixty-six am.
pushing their chair back they forced themselves up together and watched as their computer shut, strange as it seemed full battery when they had left it— they could hardly remember. It's been a long night.
Sometimes they nestled in bed, in their delirium they felt the saccharine touch of a weird sensation that did it's best to manifest fingertips, never quite matching human skin.. Body now reaching for the comfort of their mattress as they wished to settle for the day ahead— a perfect Sunday to lay back, and waste away.
it felt the world had other plans— as they collapsed their body fell through, forcing them into a descent of code, feeling a strange sensation curl around them, a face nestling into their neck almost demanding.
there was no words shared, but the horror in their face was enough to make the entities faux heart beat rapidly.
lately, the myth had grown bored simply observing plenty others, til it found them of course— a weirdly routine human who so happened to enjoy it's myth the best.
in silence the entity grew to watch them study the lines of code that worked it's very figure, eyes churning in delight at the realization someone could have such a want to know, a need to pick them apart.
as the dawn cracked, they knew they could wait no longer to tug their favorite into this strange digital realm, a world where it would only have the opportunity to see their face, their face that'd twist into expressions it could never fully capture trapped in their current body.
"You..- you are—" The name felt tight on their throat, the entity pulling away to stare at them, a piercing gaze of crimson met their eyes.
"You.." They spoke, the pads of their fingers reaching to touch, the entity moved it's head, allowing them a feel of it's jaw, padded tips gently drawing down till they held its chin. "Fascinating. . ." Said them, the person they obsessed over, that interesting individual who reciprocated it's interest.
what a delight— they'd never know the amount of victims they've had to test to get it right, to learn to pull a body of matter into the digital realm where they'd become omnipotent.
always so intelligent, but always so dense, it thought of them.
so perfect, the clovers leaf surely turned it's favor toward the entity.
it spoke through their head, ‘say my name’, it whispered, hands touching the others face, ‘I'm as real as the scum that believe I am dangerous.’
they watched in awe as the red eyed figure spoke to them, a symphony of voices echoed in their mind, ‘say my name’, they beckoned, and like a trance, they succumbed, “Guest— Guest 666.” they whispered back, like a secret being torn into the surface.
they watched the entities eyes shift, almost mimicking elation— fixating on their face.
it had been long since the number of stabs done to Poseidon, the sea god to say the least.. was fuming. He had Odysseus right where he wanted him, and for that man to have the last laugh? It angered him, that didn't help the feeling at the pools of the deities stomach that lingered, a hint of respect for the mortal who had managed to still get home even if it seemed as if the tides had been against him— they always have, yet they'd been turned around, granting the mortal a favor, just to beat him.
Of course, the sea god was far from pleased– causing the tides to be harsher to sailors who had simply done nothing. Poseidon was sulking, he had lost, and his brother of all people just had to hear about it– the perfect ammo the thunderer could use on him, the mere fact his pride had been ripped apart by a mortal who even offered mercy before the whole conundrum. Poseidon, who didn't do it because of his ego, who actually did it for his son— found himself humiliated, his body slumped at the cliff's edge, his thoughts swallowed, making him unable to notice the presence approaching.
You found yourself staring at the rather handsome stranger— he had the look of a god. wavy hair that moved as free as the oceans waves, you were entranced, the man before you was absolutely divine, one of the definitions of perfection, a feat not many could achieve as a mortal. You found yourself drawn to the odd beauty of the man, slowly drawing closer till you could practically settle beside him. The thin line on his lips, the way his eyes had focused on the ground, hands mindlessly fiddling with one another, you could tell he was deep in thought. You had to weigh your options, it was getting late— you wouldn't want this guy to stay out here all night, no.. but you didn't want to bother the pretty face either.
The thought had you at a standstill, making you fail to notice that the man had turned his attention to you, finally realizing there was some company next to him, how odd.
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