Better Luck Next Time! // Creepypasta x lucky reader

Ch26

Having a whole TV set stored alone behind reinforced safety glass is indeed over kill in my opinion. However, from the little I managed to read about this BEN they likely did so to be extra carful, considering ghost boy is capable of electromagnetic manipulation it is not wild to consider the worst regarding his surroundings.

From my perspective it looks like any simple setup a kid from the 1990s would have, generic, not as exploding in colourful as the kids have now a days.

I placed my hand against the glass, gently and slowly sliding the door out of the way, I do not know what to expect in regard to this character, last think I want is a bad first impression.

"Hello, anybody home?" I tapped the TV screen, the bulky thing remained dormant. I probably have to carry the damn thing to an outlet in order to start a conversation, though, the info only mentioned the cartridge.

With a heavy sigh I reached for the cartridge, it would be best to get out of this room quickly, I think I'm losing my grip on reality with all the shit in here. I didn't get far though, as my fingers touched the device a loud snap of electricity sparked out of the console and along my hand, the suddenness of the shock is startling, almost sending me to the ground and the intensity left my hand numb and prickly.

I rubbed my palm, struck perplexed, this thing is definitely not plugged in and is incapable of generating its own primary energy, so why did it act up?

"CaN- HeRe- mE?", I stepped away from the shelf, readying myself to dash away, there was a voice, as soft and whisper like as the wind. My ears perk up, trying to identify any sounds that can be placed to a potential threat, my eyes shifted through the dark aisle, intuitively searching, yet nothing seemed out of place, there is no living presence in this room besides myself.

"Eerie", I held my breath, nervously chuckling as I approached the console once more, peering expectantly at the game cartridge inserted into the top of the N64, prepared for it to grow stick like appendages and a face, however it remained silent.

I scratched my neck, in dismay, I definitely heard something, perhaps I am over tired? I glanced up and down the aisle, making absolutely sure it is not another artifact asking such questions.

"-Oser, cOmE cL-"

Behind me? Under me? Where is that voice coming from? The anticipation is making my body jitter.

"HaNd- yOuR hA-"

Hand? I moved both my hands in front of my face, inspecting from palm to the back of my hands, a slight bright glow illuminated my sleeve for a millisecond, vanishing so quick I thought I had hallucinated it. With Knitted eyebrows I pull back the sleeve of my uniform, the watch Dr. M gave me hugged my wrist with a blank screen, I tried restarting it, fiddling with the buttons that refused to activate, it seems the thing finally died on me.

Is what I thought.

As I brought my wrist closer to inspect the dead watch the device sparked and fizzled, the screen on the watch lit up brightly, my eyes widened as I pulled my face away, blinded by the sudden dazzle.

I squinted, attempting to make out the pixelated figure who took the place of the numeric digits, it seemed to be the outline of a boy wearing a funky gnome hat, a large grin formed along his undefined face.

"Finally" The muffled voice played from my watch, I flinched away from the surprise presence, my body stiffening to stone.

"Took you long enough to understand, I can't exactly speak to you freely is you haven't noticed. You know, being DEAD and all", the young voice on the small device sounded quite irritated, "I could hear you thinking out loud from across the room, you wanted to find me and here you are. KnOw WhAt Do yOu WaNt..?"