Datastorm and 12?
12…in grief
How did I know someone was going to request angst?
We’re gonna call this the bad end to Trapped. B/c why not?
Revolver couldn’t understand it, it should have worked, it was supposed to have worked. Between Ghost Girl and Kusanagi’s work from one end and the work of his own people on the other they should have found a way to remove the virus.
All their data pointed towards it working, towards the software deleting the virus. It should have worked, so why…?
He dug his nails into the virtual stone, clenching his teeth as he bowed his head, the sound of Playmaker’s screams echoing in his mind. It was a sound he would never forget.
“Are you sure it’ll work?” asked Playmaker, looking down at his duel disk.
“The virus is gone,” said Vyra with a nod. “You should be able to log out. And given how long you’ve been in here, you need to.”
Playmaker was quiet for a moment. “Thank you, for your help.”
“Don’t think this changes anything Playmaker,” said Revolver, arms folded over his chest. “We’re still enemies. We just, had a similar enemy this time.”
Playmaker smirked almost knowingly before looking down at Ai, he had taken his place on the duel disc once again. “Shall we go then?”
“Please, I am sick of this place.”
“Then let’s go.”
Then the screaming started. His avatar flickered blue momentarily, as if he were logging out, and Playmaker had only a moment to wonder what had gone wrong before bolt of energy ripped through him and he screamed.
The sound was blood curdling and Revolver could only watch in frozen horror as Playmaker’s body convulsed with the rippling energy before sinking to the ground in a heap.
A backdoor virus, that’s what Vyra said. It had been implanted into the code of the virus in such a way that it hadn’t been activated until they’d applied the anti-virus. In their effort to help him, they’d only made the situation much, much worse.
“I’m sorry.”
Ryoken frowned as he sat at Yusaku’s side, looking at the hospital equipment around them.
The first thing he’d done was log out himself and make for the hospital to check on Yusaku, he couldn’t wait for Vyra to get an update on his vitals.
While before there had been some brain activity, as if he were in a state of permanent sleep, now there was, almost nothing.
His coma had deepened and now, the doctor’s weren’t sure he would ever awaken.
He bowed his head, placing his face in his hands. “What have I done?”
Playmaker looked peaceful as he lay atop the stone table, hands folded over his stomach. Tiny sobs came from the small, purple figure that sat on his chest, crumpled in a heap in on itself. The Ignis had refused to leave his side, even when Revolver threatened to delete it. ‘I don’t care’ was all it said to him and for some reason, he couldn’t find the heart to actually follow through with the threat.
While before he had at least been conscious in the virtual world, he now lay comatose in both, as if stuck somewhere between life and death.
Revolver placed a hand on Playmaker’s while removing his visor with his free hand. His silver eyes shimmered with tears as looked down at him. Tenderly, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Playmaker’s, his skin cool to the touch.
He clenched his eyes shut tightly as tears rolled down his cheeks, this was no fairy tale, and no magic kiss would fix this.
“I’m sorry…Yusaku.”