Wii Venture

New World

TW FOR STORY - MENTIONS OF RAPE, ABUSE + SUICIDE • READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Milo squinted in the dark feeling wires tying his hands behind his back. Two people stood before them, back facing him, one of them, pivot around towards Milo, but was unsuccessful and dove head-first into the floor. The other one burst out laughing and nearly crying, the first person rose up with a tomato red face. "Come on, we're supposed to be serious here!" The other person wiped a tear of their face.

"Haa, sorry that was pretty funny though." The person cleared their throat, revealing themselves and leaning over. "Anyways, who are you, why are you here?" Milo backed themselves into an end and just glared at the figure. He had pitch black eyes and white irises, razor sharp teeth, no hair, nose, nor ears, and a sort of...robotic body with with a large scratch on the left side, little wires coming out of it. "Well?" He hissed, Milo let out a sigh.

"Milo, my name is Milo, and I don't know why I'm here. Where even is here?"

There was a long pause.

"This is like, a hospital of some sort? Well, I wouldn't say a hospital because miis...die here?" Milo slowly nodded his head, then muttered something under his breath. "Pardon? Louder could you?" Milo vigorously shook his head. The other man got the attention of the first man after waving his arms around for second, "ah, I'm Austin, and that is Henry."

"Eteled."

"Henry."

"Eteled!"

"Sorry to interrupt, and this is basically irrelevant. But isn't Eteled backwards delete if I have the right spelling?"

"Don't ask about my odd name decision—"

"That's so cool if that's true! Though, I've always thought that being deleted is painful, is it?" Eteled was a little took off guard with this complement, then question.

"Yes, being deleted is very painful. I can't even explain the pain of it— Wait. How are you not feeling any pain right now?"

"I didn't delete him, idiot, I'm not a complete monster. Jeez." Eteled rolled his eyes.

"Could you step forwards please? I would like to see you." And so Eteled came towards Milo, he had no ears or hair, like Austin, his eyes and mouth were unusually large, and his nose, small as a pea. He also wore a black turtleneck and bottoms. "Woah. Love the jumper dude, looks comfy!" They both chuckled to themselves.

"I mean, it is nice I can say—"

"Wait...if I'm a mii, like he said and I don't have a dress? Am I coded as a dude?" Austin and Eteled raised theirs eyebrows.

"Yeah?" They answered simultaneously, Milo gasped.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Finally!" He squealed softly kicking the bed, "I've been waiting for something like this to happen all my life! And finally it happens— Oh, sorry, I'll sit back down." They muttered frantically. "I'm sorry, my excitement can get a bit out of hand, sometimes. Ignore me."

"Okay, I'm- WE'RE satisfied that you're completely innocent and have no evil intentions within this mii channel." Eteled jumped, though Austin didn't seem quite as convinced. His white irises lay on Milo, in which Milo seem to have gained enough confidence to pull his hand and snap the wires in half.

Then, next thing he knows, he blacks out.

——•Two weeks later•——

Milo opens his eye to an empty room. It looks like a medieval torture chamber. The whole room made of stone, moss tried to grow though the ground. Milo finds a large scythe on the floor, there's dry blood. And the smell is stale, however still displeasing.

Milo looks to the side, until he can hear footsteps against the stone. The noise gets closer, and closer until a man appears, he looks to be a devil, his face melting, he's also pretty short, at first sight you'd assume to be four foot, nine inches. Their eyes meet each others, and the air is thick with tension. The man smirks, he has an evil appearance, his long hair flew down to the front of his body down to his hips, and his eyes were a piercing crimson.

Milo impatiently tapped his foot, he was waiting for some sort of small talk, or perhaps just a simple introduction. But there was only silence. The man snapped his finger twice, and then seemed irritated.

"Bow down to your king. Now, peasant." The man snarled, and when Milo didn't bow, he untied Milo, but leaned over him so he couldn't get out the chair, Milo's face gradually turned from a stoic appearance to obvious discomfort. "Before you get any punishment, I should say you have to use my name, Vincent." He stated this as he leaned forward more, uncomfortably close to Milo, their faces only inches away from each other's.

Milo looks at Vincent through the corner of his eye, his hot breath embraced his neck, he shivers. Then, Vincent's voice and tone speaks softer, but also more flirtatious. Milo then frowns as he realises what is about to happen, he tries to get out from underneath Vincent, but his grip on Milo is too strong. He's trapped. He's hopeless. He can't run. He can't stop it.

——•Back with Eteled and Austin•——

Austin's eyes fluttered open, the new setting was a shock to him, as he's been trapped in a wii for over ten years. The new setting is sort of relieving to him. Although something, something about this place doesn't sit right with him. The place looked like it was in it's industrial revolution it was even smoggy, and all the water was replaced with lava. The heat rose up through their bodies, causing a shiver from Austin. Eteled, meanwhile, was sweating profusely, seemingly from a mix of panic and the fact he's overheating. It's even more humid then it was when the Wii melted, despite the shocks he took made to forget everything, he remembered some things, and the pain and heat of the Wii melting while he was given electric shocks was one of those things he didn't forget. He remembered it like it was yesterday, it was so vivid, and every time it replayed and replayed again, the memory became less hazy.

"Okay, what is this place, why are we in this place. And where in this place is Milo?" Eteled asked, a hint of genuine concern in his tone. Despite the fact of only having a five minute conversation, he already has taken a fondness to Milo, perhaps from his warm personality. "We are going to find Milo!"

"We?! No, no, I did not agree to this!" Austin blurts out, his stubborn attitude taking it's position. Eteled then snatches Austin's wrist and runs with him, or well, drags him with Eteled. "Get your dirty sinful hands off me, bastard!" he hisses before wriggling his wrist out of Eteled's harsh grip. "I don't want you to touch me. Or anyone, got it?" Austin's glare became more intimidating, but it falters when he sees how desperate Eteled is. "Fine, but don't drag me around. And no funny business."

"Got it!" Eteled responds immediately.

"Well, let's get going then..."