Chapter 4
Right now, I’m standing in my room looking absolutely shamed… You must be wondering what happened right?
Here’s the melt down. After transferring my avatar out with George, I was expecting to be transferred to some major city in the game to start my adventure. But nope, instead, my avatar was tossed into the stratosphere and dropped at break neck speed towards the planet.
Whoever thought such a experience would be fun was absolutely out of their MIND! Or AI computing software, I don’t know.
As my body brushed against the overwhelming wind, I couldn’t breathe or even say anything because my lips were flapping into a big ‘O’ shape against the wind.
Then as I was just about to hit the ground inside a metropolis city, some safety feature kicked in and levitated my avatar just slightly before impact.
My entire soul was screaming bloody murder as my heart pounded against my chest. Never once in my life did I feel like the reaper was hanging behind my back, readying his scythe to lop off my head if I turned to look. This game had a sick sense of humor in my book.
It took me a moment to regain my composure but it was already too late. The capsule had a automatic sensor built into the system that could tell when a body needed to wake up for emergencies. In my case, I had a major problem at hand that no teenager my age should have.
I ended up wetting myself while immersed inside the capsule… Tears welled up inside me as it flowed out of my eyes.
Not only is it a real pain to clean up the cushions, how am I supposed to explain this to my dad and to George. The nightmare of this spreading to my small circle of friends and family was slowly creeping into my brain.
“Move! I need to erase any traces of evidence in this world.” I screamed to myself but kept it low enough to not alert anyone nearby.
With lightning speed, it was considered fast to me OK? I tore off my clothing and rushed to the shower. Not wasting even a second, I took off the synthetic leather cushion in my capsule and sprayed it with the certified cleaning solution and wiped it clean.
By the time everything was over, the sun has already set and the moon was up. George had ringed me a few times in my frantic mission to cover up my shame, but I ignored it. Not even a hint can be given to anyone; this rule must never be broken!
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I know George will give me hell for leaving him hanging inside the game but what do you expect?
Noticing the hour, I realized dinner was not ready yet. That was strange because by 8PM, either I or my pops would have dinner ready. This pattern was practically a ironclad rule in the house, both parent and son is not known to be very durable against hunger.
Checking the kitchen/living room, my pops was nowhere to be seen. Then the only place left was his room but he’s not known to stay inside besides to sleep. Now I realized something very strange, the entire time since I came out of the capsule, there hasn’t been any noise inside the apartment...
“You’re just scaring yourself.” I kept repeating these words to myself out of fear.
A chilling feeling was creeping against my skins, without a doubt I was getting seriously worried. Tiptoeing my feet against the old creaking floor, moving closer towards the old man’s room. Maybe it was due to the lighting but I swear, with every step I took, my vision was getting darker by the second.
I gulped.
Raising both hands, I turned the handle to release the lock on the door. I didn’t have the nerve to push it open all the way, afraid of what I’ll see inside so I just let it go at the halfway point. Letting physics do the rest, the door moved at such a slow pace I thought time itself had stopped.
What I saw was not what I imagined. I was expecting a suicide scene right out of a horror movie flick but there was nothing. Everything was clean and smooth without a hint of anyone using them. The one thing that stood out was my mother’s portrait, instead of hanging on the wall like it’s supposed to; it’s left on top of his bed. Obviously he was having some emotional time while looking at mom.
A breath of relief came out of me. “Now where did pops go?” I muttered to myself.
Raising my arm, I called my pops through the phone interface on my bracer. With every beep the thing made as I waited for him to pick up, I was getting increasingly angry. I know I shouldn’t be acting in such a way but I just thought he killed himself out of depression. Show me some slack, he’s the only family I have left and I sure as hell am not losing him.