The Real Virtuality

Russian roulette

The vent lead us to a room with a big rounded table, chairs around it and...a gun in the middle. On the wall in big letters it said "let's play some Russian roulette shall we? The survivor gets a prize."  Oh fuck. Well, it never said it had to be in the head right? We each took a seat, when everyone was seated, we couldn't get out anymore. A mechanic arm popped out of the table grabbing the gun and going around. Yep it was very much pointing at our heads. I was shaking heavily, this was getting me heavy flashbacks from the last time this happened.

Also we didn't know if malt would be getting the same treatement. "Mousey don't worry it will all be okay, don't panic okay? There's a good chance you'll be the one to liv-" Jack was trying to reassure me but before he could finish the gun's bullet landed on him. His body just flopped down "why me first!? God damni-" he reappeared into this cage like that was behind us. I'm guessing so we don't cheat. The game kept going, zalgo got shot next, poor her, the shot scared the shit outta her. Late kept screaming at the gun and insulting to shoot at him, Ofc. He wanted to take the shot so it wouldn't just kill us for an hour. That's how long it took last time. I mean if anything, they could just carry us.

Malt didn't seem to be very fazed by this, he seemed to more focused on something else. The gun spun around, shot off weeb. It was only the 3 of us now, I was sweating and terrified. The gun spun around again, it felt like it was so slow, very slow... it stopped right at me, I felt my soul leave my body. Welp guess I'll be out for an hour. You may think I'm over dramatic, I've been through this before, I'll just regenerate and wake up. THIS FUCKING HURTS THO, ALSO I DONT WANNA MISS THE FUN. Also who knows whenever this game decides to just never wake me up? When I'll be dead for good?

I was waiting for the impact the moment I heard it fire. Instead I heard a loud ass metal  hitting metal sound. Malt had thrown his spear at the exact time the bullet fired and managed to ricochet the bullet away. It was a very close and lucky throw. They all cheered for Malt to which he felt pretty good about himself- **bam**  (oop he ded).

Another mechanic arm had appeared from the roof with another gun to which had shot Malt directly in the back of the head. He just went limp before vanishing. "NOO!! MALTZ!" Zalgo screamed from the cage. All I could do was stare in shock, where..did he go? Where...where did he go?.. Late couldn't say much either, even he was confused and shocked on what just happened. "Did the game just...punish him?" He whispered

"Oh oh oh! We don't like cheaters here! Cheaters are punished!" A voice came from everywhere. No way...is that an anti cheat AI? How in the world did this person manage to do that. "JACK WHAT KIND OF FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE TO HAVE THIS MUCH THINKING IN THIS?" zalgo asked confused and surprised. Even he was stunned at this "I-I don't know! I met him like yesterday! He said he made a horror world but needed ppl to test it! So I offered to have us try it!"

While they were arguing in the cage, the gun spun around again. It went for longer than all the other times. Slowly stopping to late's face. Late was relieved and opened his arms "yesss!! take me sweet death!" "Whos your friend anyway!?" Zalgo asked confused "I don't know! His name was like mine semi-ish..Jack...al maybe?" . Everyone's hearts dropped before hearing the gun go off.

It didn't shoot Late at all. It had immediately switched to mousey shooting her directly between the eyes when everyone got distracted from Jack's answer. "MOUSE!" "EXCUSE ME WHAT!? JACKAL MADE THIS!?" Everyone panicked except for Jack and weeb. Ofc they didn't know, they weren't there when it happened. The hand claw from the ceiling went down freeing Mousey and quickly taking her limp body away.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Late panicked before looking at zalgo who was now freed from the cage "if he made this...he must be here! We. Have. To find them." She said while looking at The couple. "We'll explain it on the way, there's no time to waste." The doors slammed opened to reveal the long hallway to the next part, the walls were covered in writings of repeating "come get me" "I'm waiting" "come"