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Smith sat at his desk, scouring the internet of its knowledge. Surely there was to be something useful, it was the internet after all. He checked the most recent deleted files, most were silly little documents students used to talk to each other on, a few suspicious looking sites, and—
That looks odd.
He clicked on a certain file, expecting some discarded rough draft a writer was beginning or something. Something—someone—flew out of his screen and into the wall behind him.
Smith stared at the stick while he tried to collect himself whilst figuring out where he was. There were angelic wings and a halo with him; Smith didn't know sticks could die.
"Uh.. hi?" He began, pushing his glasses up his nose.
The stick stood, rubbing his head where a bruise would definitely be later. "Hello?"
"I'm, uh.. I'm Smith."
"Mhm."
Smith sat there, dumbfounded. "And you?"
"Vic—" he paused, looking away for a moment. "Vic."
"Okay, Vic. Why were you in a deleted file?"
"A what?"
"You were deleted."
"Oh. Yeah."
"..why?"
Vic looked away again, and Smith started tapping his foot against the floor. What was up with this guy? Maybe he hit his head when he slammed into the wall.
"I dunno."
"You don't know?"
"Nope. Just.. nope."
Smith sighed, placing a hand over his face, "Oh my cursors." He looked back up at Vic again. "Okay. So you came from the Internet. Welcome to the, uh." Smith vaguely gestured around his small apartment room. "Outernet."
"Damn. Seems.. spacy."
"This isn't the whole of it, just mine."
Vic hummed, walking around the area to take it in. There was a picture of Smith from when he was a child with his parents that Vic stared at for longer than Smith thought necessary.
"Soo, what now?" Vic asked, poking a lamp as if convinced it would come alive.
"I guess you can stay here, if you want."
"You sure it can even fit two people?"
"Yeah, sure. I only have a single bed though."
"Oh dear cursors, this is the plot of every fanfic."
"A what—"
"Don't ask." Vic sat on the edge of Smith's desk, "Why's it so dark in here?"
"Because it's two in the morning, fella."
"Dear cursors, why are you awake."
Smith shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Makes my brain juice more liquidy."
"Never let those words out of your mouth again." Vic walked across the apartment(which was about five feet) and sat on the bed, his eyes immediately drooping closed slightly. "Woah. This is new."
"Have you never been on a bed before?"
"Never even seen one." Vic laid back, falling asleep the second his head hit the pillow.
Smith looked at the file again, skimming through all the information it could provide.
xxx.Victim.exe.deletion
Smith closed the tab and took his glasses off, lying down on the bed next to Vic.
This was going to be a very new experience.