The Retro Years(Adopted from Bootieos16)

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NOTE: In case you missed it in the description and title, this story is NOT stolen; it's adopted. The original author, Bootieos16, gave me the permission to improve and publish it in full, since he wasn't going to be working on it anymore; you can view the original version of the first chapter from his list of works, which is still up and will not be taken down.

Now! Onto the heartbreak...

TW: Swearing, blood, suicide

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Ever since that fateful day, 3 weeks ago, he could hear the whispering voices in his feeble mind. Taunting him wherever he travelled, delivering nothing but nightmares to him countless times in his fitful slumber.

"Loser."

"Worthless."

"Failure."

No matter the amount of headache painkillers or calming therapy sessions he took, they refused to leave his prefrontal cortex.

If only he had everyone back in his pathetic life...If only he knew how dreadful the resulting impact would have been on him.

He'd have done anything to prevent it had he seen it coming...

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3 Weeks Ago

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The familiar crimson-suited crewmate, Player, had finally defeated the latest mod entry in the completely different virtual world of Friday Night Funkin'. After 1,000 consecutive wins, he began to crave something more challenging, since the concept of what was essentially button mashing his way to victory now felt simply elementary for him.

He knew exactly which particular game to choose for that scenario...Among Us.

The only game that put him through the thick and thin, through hell and back for just short of a year, just to obtain his first ever victory. It was well deserved, and the entire comaraderie cheered him on for finally pulling through and snagging that first win.

He believed it would bring a delightful surprise to the crew in order to take in just how far he'd come since the very beginning, where he was just a simple bean playing for everyone else's amusement, to the present, where he acknowledged himself as a true professional gamer in the eyes of the beholder. He'd finally grown into a full adult at that point, sporting a few faint wrinkles underneath his visor, a stubble for facial hair and a deeper tone of voice...Time surely seemed to fly.

Plus, he wanted to get in touch with his old comrades to ensure them that he was still alive and hadn't disappeared off the face of the earth. It felt like a millenium had passed since they'd reunited for the role update.

Once the code for Captain's lobby had been entered, he prepared his grand entrance; a return to form, almost.

In no time flat, the signature white flash shone brightly on one of the available seats in the seemingly drab lobby.

He swiftly jumped off and onto his feet, trotting over to his companions with a wide, bubbly grin across his face...Much to his eventual dismay, the other, equally older-looking crewmates returned his gesture with menacing glares; looks that would kill if they were able to.