Stuck In A Video Game Novels & Stories

I could feel my hands shaking and heart pounding as I insert the card in a slot while I put on my headset out of habit before pressing the play button. Initially, the video was all black but I knew it’s already playing because I could hear faint sounds in the back ground. Slowly, the video panned-out and I could finally make out an image. A fishing boat. And based on the occasional shakes, it’s out in the water. Where exactly, I don’t know? What is it about, I still have to find out. But if Ace wanted me to watch it, it means it’s related to the Sticks and it will benefit me more if I watch it till the end.

"A.. video game?' "Yeah, a video game. It is an electronic device where you manipulate the images created by a computer program on a television screen or other display screen. You control your avatar, or your character using a nerve gear or a controller and accomplish quests. Do you wanna try it? it's fun!" I suggested. It would be good to see a Noble Prince playing a video game. Particularly, acting all silly and wild which is so different from his personality. I have to take a video, to preserve some memories.

Others looked away like refusing to acknowledge it made it easier. Me? I pressed my palms against my thighs to hide the shaking. I knew I should've been thinking of strategies, ways to win, weak points on 0269. But my mind was stuck on the most humiliating realization: I was probably going to die in the world’s dumbest kindergarten shoving game. The Game Master called another pair. Two more people walked in. This one was brutal. The larger woman shoved the smaller man so hard he bounced off the ground. The noise his body made when he hit the stone floor made my spine vibrate.

My hands flying over my keyboard, I wanted to contact them, bargain with them, they were quiet for Two weeks. My phone vibrated, it was a video, Fourteen videos to be precise, they were from an unknown number, probably burner phone, my heart rate increased as I slowly clicked on it, the fear that I wouldn’t like whatever I saw. They watched Elsa put in my keypad security lock code and that was how they were able to get in.

There was no doubt I sounded suspicious, but all I could hope was that he would buy my story. "It's fine. I know everything has been tiring, and you can have a rest. I can come by tomorrow, or in the evening," he said, and then he ended the call before I could speak. Taking a huge breath, I held onto the couch for support while I clasped my phone close to my chest. I needed to stop playing these games because they would be the death of me real soon. While I was still in my thoughts, Charles drew me back to reality.

One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch. There was always an NPC. He kept getting crushed by falling rocks again and again. Never dodged. If a player pulled him away, he'd walk right back. If anyone talked to him, he'd just repeat, flat, "I... love you." I closed the laptop. Outside the skyscraper windows, the sun rose. I smiled. I'm never going back. Tomorrow's mine.

“Don’t do this to me, Betty. Don’t do this." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This is a bad situation. But I can handle it. I just need to stay calm. I take another deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. I turn the key again. But this time, the engine remains silent. I slump back into the seat, my head resting on the steering wheel. The dam of my composure finally breaks and the tears I’ve been holding back spill over.

She felt the plug of air stucked in her throat, clutching her breathe in a frightful embrace. No matter how blatantly clear the truth laid, she refused to believe it. It wasn't possible. She had been more faithful to her pills than she had been to anyone else. Scientifically there was superficially no way her pills hadn't worked. It was all but a cruel game of fate that seemed to always catch up with her.

And that face… fuzzy or not, it was without doubt hers. Shook struck his hand. A creeping, chilling horror, with a mean wonder, crawled over his back. His mouse pointer seemed to quiver on the link, a tiny, shaking arrow over a reality he did not want to accept. He swallowed and the noise was rough and scratchy in his still apartment. Then he clicked. The site was an ad mess that slowed down his computer. Centered on it was a video player inserted. It loaded in one second and then the video played.

> Turned out, kids playing video games couldn't be distracted by anything less than a nuclear bomb, or another more exciting video game. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> They'd managed to navigate their way through the masses of games for over two hours, and they'd been left alone for the most part. It wasn't just teens. There were even a few adults haunting the place, watching over their preteens from a distance without cramping their style. It reminded Gunner of the times his father had been there. Always behind him. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The video screen flashed red, intestinal carnage strewn across a wet concrete floor, the image frozen before him fading to black, declaring Gunner officially dead again