I didn't save.

And here I am taking it out on the developer, eyes a bold red, as I stared at the unhealthily bright monitor screen in the midst of a dark room; I breathe in heaps of dust that I've long gotten used to. Well, more like the build up was gradual enough to not have to get used to it.

'I bet I could become stronger than Hiro if I was there'

Is this a fever dream? Why am I talking as if he would be able to take me there? Maybe it's because I've read too many novels.

The relentless onslaught of pitter-patter the rain dealt on my ceiling felt like white noise, as I silently awaited for the next devilish tsunami of words to drown my whole argument slowly and painfully. Why was I still here...? Just to suffer?

...

"Because I didn't f***** save!" My squeaky voice - so squeaky anyone would question my sexuality, and after that, my humanity - bursted out as I flinged my arm at my keyboard as if a mace, my attack ending with so little power, and surface area, it spawned a mere 3 letters in the type box.

A mere 'LOL'. Who the f**** laughing at me?!? 

'Do you want to go there? You sound like you're tempting me.'

My mind stuck it's head in a little cloud as I stared at the few words that layed on the blaring screen before me, before it regained a bit of clarity again. So this really is a dream? I thought so, I mean, how long have I been gaming to forget to sa-

'You're not dreaming you know?' 

My mind suffocated in cloud, and didn't recover, as my body leaned off the side of the chair in a ragdoll, and given my tall stature, caused the chair to lean with me, enough for the both of us to go free falling into an abundant pile of empty dorito bags, and an occasional beer can or two.

As I layed there silent, the atmosphere joined me; the computer not letting out any more notifications, as the last message from the developer stood there, unmoving, and the ominous parting of the rain, as if it left to shed its unhappiness somewhere else far away.

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Far, far away.

And then I died. From whatever you get after too many doritos.

**

In a certain darkness, a pure and youthful pair of eyes glistened, as a boy had just awoken in the midst of a long and cold winter night.

The boys eyes stayed like that, unblinking, for a dozen seconds, before closing them all together, followed of a groggy voice that seemed a mix of a fed up adult and a child. 

"So it was a dream." The boy spoke to himself with a shy gratitude, as he leisurely pivoted his body to lay on his back.

"Hm?" The boy questioned. His body felt really weird for some reason. It felt really healthy and energetic, but most of all, really quite small. Side effects of a terrible nightmare perhaps?

Speaking of nightmare, he feels up his armpits, looking for that dread you feel when you discover a bucket of sweat under your armpits after a nightmare... or not? 

...

'Whatever' He thinks to himself. Clearly, that nightmare did something to his brain, and so he takes the radical decision to ignore everything and go to sleep. Something not everyone can do indeed. 

Thats why he couldnt do it, and two hours pass, him still not asleep. Something foreboding is keeping him up.

Two hours more pass, and his just beginning to get sleepy mind is jolted back up from a lengthy old wooden creak, that seemed to come from close, yet from outside a wall.

And his mind couldn't rest after that.

After 20 minutes of thinking and stroking his body all around, he came to a- I came to a conclusion.

"This isn't.. my body?"

An intense streak of light shone into the room through the window, as the really quite yellow sun made its debut, creeping up from behind a tall mountain I could see from the glass window a length beside me; and with the vision it gave me, reality came flooding. And what does reality bring to someone like me? 

Fear.

I stared intently at the sun rising. It felt like I could see every single millimeter it climbed up the side of the mountain. I didn't know what the day would bring. I didn't want to find out.

"A-Ah.." my voice trembled.

My heart was beating, fast and loud, and my legs itched like crazy. My body wanted to run. Run? From reality? Run to where? S-Should I die? H-How?? Ahh, I want to die...

This whole thing felt like the Day of Judgement. Completely helpless.

I sat up in the bed, intensely trembling. With millisecond of stroking the duvet dealt to my unfamiliar body, I feared the coming daytime even more intensely, and things began leaving my mind.

My body heated up to an oblivion right then and there, and I slumped back onto the bed, before I once again passed, thinking one more thing before everything left me.

'I want to play games...'