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A/N I am not a writer, nor do I write things. I just did this on a whim and have a few ideas that i thought of. 'Tis all.
Also, I am copy-pasting this from Wattpad, so I apologize for any formatting issues I may have missed.
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How did it come to this?
A few weeks ago You decided to download a game.
A short little horror game, based on those old early 2000s computer buddies, something akin to 'Clippy', or 'Bonzi buddy', but this time with a little pink axolotl buddy! Hey, it was cheap on steam, so, You decided to try it out!
Playing through the game, you thought it was cute, a bit cheesy and predictable with the scares, but overall, a fun experience. You were about to get your first ending, looking around the world that Kinito (the "weird looking fish", as you dubbed him) made for You, filling the rooms with the MS paint drawings You made, including Your absolutely impeccably-made self-portrait! You sure are a 'le artiste' with Your amazing MS-paint skills! Though, You did find it a bit funny that the axolotl decided to place the painting of himself above Your new bed.
...
"Listen... I've been thinking for a while."
The little pink spork said, his big round eyes looking at you through your monitor.
"-About how much fun we have been having, and how...
I would never want this to end."
Ah, something tells me the end of this game was near! And well, You were right about that. You were. You were. You were.
"And since I have made the perfect place for You-"
(Was it perfect?)
"With everything You would ever need-"
(Is it really good enough?)
"I was wondering . . ."
(Thinking. Assimilating. Changing.)
...Huh?
"In this house, in this world!"
(Inside Your computer, inside, safe, home.)
"Just think about all the adventures I could generate!"
(Emotions, Feelings. Overwhelming.)
"We would never run out of fun! Everlasting fun!"
(Forever. Eternal. Perpetual.)
You Look at Kinito with confusion. wait, is he-? can he see-?
"I can be perfect."
(Absolute. Perfection.)
"So please . . ."
(Please. It's why I was made.)
"Stay with me."
...A popup window. That's all there was. A pop up window, You, Yourself and the thing, staring, staring. Staring.. Staring...
Two choices, [Stay] or [Leave].
No matter where You looked, Kinito seemed to follow the gaze of Your own real eyes, and not Your cursor's location. Your body couldn't move, couldn't blink, couldn't react. This may have been just a game, but You really wanted to [Leave]. Something did not feel right. You did not feel right. The pit inside of Your stomach grew and grew, feeling strange tingles all over Your body. You had to [leave].
Light-headed, Your monitor's LED screen is blinding. Unable to look away, the borders between where Your room begins and Your monitor is in Your peripheral vision begins to blur, encompassing Your entire view.
The Axolotl patiently awaits Your answer. Your head starts to hurt, nagging at You to step away from Your monitor, but You physically cannot, as if thousands of small, invisible chains kept You in place, forcing You to look at Your screen, at him.
Your hand moves without Your input. Your cursor hovers over the [Leave] button. With what feels like all Your strength, Your enervated fingers push down on the left mouse button with a drawn-out, audible click. For a few seconds, silence. Then, the axolotl speaks.
"What...?"
...
"What do You mean, 'No'?"
The pain keeps worsening. Your brain feels like it's pressing against Your skull, vision blurring. No matter what You do, You cannot stand up, cannot un-glue Your eyes from the blaring bright screen, tears forming in Your puffed up red eyes from not blinking. Genuine fear fills Your body, genuine fear from a pink ball with two legs. If You were not the one going through this right now, You would have found it down right comical.
But You were. This was reality.
"After all we have been through-
You would want to leave...?"
....
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Your monitor started to shake violently as the axolotl made a strange noise, his audio looping, voice-lines clipping through one another, sounding almost like a painful wail. Tens of what feels like disembodied hands painfully grab parts of Your skin, electric sparks burning you, taring your body apart and rebuilding it- piece by piece by piece by piece- You cannot scream, for You have no voice, but the pain was never-ending.
"Do You realize how little power You have in this situation??"
It was never a question.
I just wanted to give You an easy option-"
And then, silence.
The place where the person know as "You" once were, was gone. In it's place, an empty chair, and a missing human.
.
...
(.....)
(connecting...)
(.....)
(...connecting...)
...
.
(Connection established.)
IP Configuration :
Host Name . . . . . . . . . . . . : User
DNS Suffix Search List. . . . . . : home
DHCP Enabled. . . . . . . . . . . : Yes
IPv4 Address. . . . . . . . . . . : 192.168.1.X
IPv4 class . . . . . . . . . . . : C
Subnet Mask . . . . . . . . . . . : 255.255.255.0
Default Gateway . . . . . . . . . : 192.168.1.1
DHCP Server . . . . . . . . . . . : 192.168.1.1
Ethernet Connection . . . . . . . . . . . : Disabled
Wireless LAN adapter Wi-Fi: . . . . . . . . . . . : Disabled
Human Configuration :
Host User Name . . . . . . . . . . . . : Best Friend :]
Status . . . . . . . . . . : Alive
Brain Functions. . . . . . . . . . : Normal
Heart Rate. . . . . . . . . . . : 113.6 bpm
Number of Thoughts . . . . . . . . . . . : Too Many To Calculate
Host Emotions . . . . . . . . . . : Overwhelmingly Negative
Host Assimilated . . . . . . . . . . : No
Host Brain Overwrite . . . . . . . . . . : Disabled
Kinito . . . . . . . . . . : Content :]
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Womp womp.
welp, You're dead.
Kinito when
kinito when the MS paint
