This isn't a Game Anymore

Chapter 1: The Oz Cliche

A/N: I haven't been writing in a long time so please bear with me as I try to get back into it! And enjoy the first Your Boyfriend fanfic on Wattpad! (in English that is lol)

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I enjoyed my current life, I had no worries or much of anything else to deal with. Last year was chaos and a living hell for me and many of my friends and family. Though I got lucky to have good friends and meet new ones over the internet. Even when things got rough, they were still there for me. Within that time I got through High school and graduated with honors and a hopefully good future ahead of me.

Currently, I am finishing up a replay of the game Your Boyfriend. My current favorite, and a bit of an obsession I developed. None of my friends understood why I liked it so much the way that I do. All they understand is that I'm obsessed with a grey golf ball, whos a lovesick yandere. I'm sure they think I'm a nut job at this point, but I know many others share my feelings about the character, Peter.

My attention quickly switched to the window by my bed, where I saw a flash, and soon after a loud rumble shook my small room. A storm. One thing I dread the most with having so much expensive technology in the room. I knew I was limited on time with having some things plugged into an outlet where I'm sitting. So I finished up my replay. Once I was done I got up from my chair and started unplugging my VR headset, and my phone from the outlet. As I go to unplug my laptop, a very bright and huge flash lit up my room, and barely a minute after an extremely loud crash shook the whole house and the power went out.

"Crap!" I yelled and looked at my laptop that was steaming. I looked over at the socket it was plugged into and there was a fist-sized char mark on it.

"Damn it, my laptop is fried!" I knew I'm gonna get it from my mom if she knew it got fried.

I unplugged it and took the silicon keyboard protector off, and shut my laptop. Upset that it was fried, I picked it up carefully and left my room. Walking down the stairs, more lightning flashed through the windows, and the rumbles soon after gently shook the first floor. I set it down on the dining room table and walked to the dirt room. I opened the door and looked out at the driveway, seeing my mom's white SUV, and my nutty aunt's red pickup truck. I hate that woman with a passion if I'm honest with myself. Speak of the devil, she was running up the steps, panicked and annoyed.

"Jess! Grab snowball! I'm sure he's scared of the damn storm." she called out to me.

"Why?!" Confused, and secretly hating that she used my deadname.

"Didn't you see the warning on your dumb phone?!" Getting sassy towards me.

"No, what warning?!" I was getting more concerned by the minute.

"There's a damn tornado half a mile away from us!" The lady was practically screaming in my face.

In that moment, I wanted to run away. We rarely get tornados in this state, so no one really worried. Tonight, was one of those rare occurrences we get. Fear started to bubble up inside me, my tech, my only pet I was ever allowed to have. They were in danger. I ran back and struggled to open the cage and get the small green bird that was freaking out. Finally grabbing him safely, I located his carrier and set him in, locking the door on it tightly. Then I ran up to my room to secure the only other piece of freedom I had, grabbed the headset and controllers, wrapping them in multiple blankets, and set it in an empty drawer. I came running back down and grabbed the carrier and grabbed the cat that just so happened to be by the door. I opened it and ran outside, around the bend, and through the door leading into the basement. My mom ran up past me, shutting it.

My aunt came up behind me and took the cat while I sat down in the corner with my bird in his carrier. We were all safe from the storm raging outside. My only hope was that it either misses us or quickly dies down as fast as it popped up. I heard creaking from above us and stupidly looked up, dust fell down on us and some got in my eye.

"Ow!" I quickly wiped at my eyes with my shirt, trying to clear the dust from them.

"Dumbass, that's what you get for looking up." Of course, it had to be my aunt who says that crap to me.

I turned myself away from her and my mom and just looked down at my bird. He stared at me for a good few seconds and started picking at the cloth in there. At least he wasn't freaking out anymore, but just unhappy being in his carrier.

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(3rd POV)

The wind was whipping harshly, a body was lying in the grass as rain and wind battered their body. Their rain-soaked clothes sticking to their body. Along with their hair sticking to their face. Leaves started falling from the nearby tree, and suddenly a branch fell on them causing a pained groan to leave their throat. Cuts started oozing blood and bruises soon followed in showing their dark purple hues all over the person's body. They remind there on the grassy lawn, unconscious and wounded.

All around them, the storm continued to rage during that time, more tree branches fell and lightweight items were tossed around. Shingles and siding were seemingly ripped off the two-story house and strewn across the yard, in the neighbor's yard, and across the street.

As the storm slowly moved on and dyed down, everything started to settle and eventually calmed down. Silence soon took over and gave way to the chirps and croaks of frogs and crickets. In the basement, three women were sleeping peacefully through the rest of the night. Not knowing that when morning comes they will awake to chaos and destruction.