Disease. Eaten up this world. Her words were like acid that dripped into his retina, bringing his attention away from his renewed existence and to his ＰＬＡＹＥＲ. He had yet to show her his true appearance, but had enough time to assess her. She looked like something of a pirate … playtime, he supposed? No, no, she looked older than a child … then again, he wasn't sure how big children could become and still be deemed as something that recently fell out of their mother's womb. He couldn't see much of her surroundings, but it still felt as though something was … off. He was used to hearing the constant murmur of electricity in the air, signals of information threading along, but it was just so … silent. Unsettling. It would be more difficult to torment her if there was no electrical device nearby that he could travel to. No interfering with the signal on her television, changing lighthearted comedies into scenes of her own death. No sending emails of blackmail to friends and family … That cut out a lot of the fun, but he could always think of something else. He had all the time in the world to prick and maim her mind.
He listened to her, only letting the clear 8bit game music out of the handheld's speakers. The music stopped in time, however, as he heard her mention of cursed objects. It wouldn't have been such an irritating, surprising thing to hear if she wasn't so on the dot. Irony at its fucking finest. And zombies? What did she mean by those? The girl had seen too many horror movies, he surmised, ending it at that.
Who comes out alive? Oh. This was going to be fun, at least.
The title screen dissolved, his elation returning as she pressed the button that sealed her fate. His world came into fruition, the rolling expanse of a downtown slum in all the glory of early game graphics as it zoomed into view of a small building that oozed green slime between its cracks.
Finally, he had appeared. He hated these sort of game openings, especially when he was sloshed and thrown unceremoniously into a dumpster by steroid pumped npcs. His long legs stuck out of the garbage, a textbox appearing below that merely said, “. . .” After a few more seconds, as GLOWING COCKROACHES scattered out of the dumpster, he pulled himself out, his large eyeball head squinting underneath the peel of a banana.
＂Ｉ ＨＡＴＥ ＴＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＨＡＤ ＴＯ ＳＥＥ ＭＥ ＬＩＫＥ ＴＨＩＳ， ＰＬＡＹＥＲ．＂
He brushed off his shoulders, an unyielding stare focused on the girl. He then pointed below at the still scrolling text, his sprite slightly bouncing in time to the beat of the game's soundtrack. At the very end, it showed a list of letters and symbols.
＂ＷＥＬＬ． ＬＥＴ＇Ｓ ＳＴＡＲＴ ＷＩＴＨ ＩＮＴＲＯＤＵＣＴＩＯＮＳ． Ｉ＇Ｍ ＰＲＩＮＺ ＡＴＯＭ， ＴＨＥ ＨＥＲＯ ＯＦ ＴＨＩＳ ＧＡＭＥ． ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＷＯＵＬＤ ＢＥ？＂
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