The Real Virtuality

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Since that pokemon game was down, we settled in just doing what we usualy do, play other games, hang out and other stuff. We stayed in Murder for quite a while, especially it got interesting, it was the first time we played with Malt being out like this.

"I swear if any of you stab my Grandaughter even near the head you will feel my wrath." Lost threaten everyone, especially looking at Nez" "why are you looking at me, I feel very victimized here" he sighed "damn okay I see how it is, can't even trust me-" "after what did with her the last time we played, no." He glared. "Oh come on! It was just badly planned! I didn't think holding her hostage would cause her to get shot in the face! Not my fault zalgo has bad aim" he argued back "hey! I have a great aim thank you very much!"

I tried to explain briefly to Malt how things for us here worked but he didn't seem too preoccupied by any danger, as long as we can heal back he didn't care. With that. The match start. I went up to the office to see Eiichi and Late already there with Eiichi holding the gun. "Are you murderer mousey?" He asked. I shook my head, since I never lied in murder, that was there method to know if I was safe or not. It's pretty helpful.

The lights quickly turned off, is it me or they made it very damn dark cuz I can't see shit! The panic rose through me as I held on to behind eiichi "I can't see! It's too dark!" "What do you mean it's too dark? It's always been this dark" late said confused. "ITS LOST!!!" We heard a faint scream, sounded very much like Zalgo's. I could barely see but I can very much hear. Two gun shots was fired, made me flinch the heck out before I fell to the floor from eiichi disappearing. "Arh! Eiichi?! Where did you go?" I took a look around, all I could see was a par of shoes next to me, I looked up squinting my eyes trying to see who it was. "O-oh hello there Lost, that's a nice knife you have there." He laughed "yes yes, hello there, unfortunately you are the last one, give me your hand" I stood up holding it out until I felt a sharp quick pain before we teleported back to the game's lobby. Atleast wounds in my hands healed pretty quickly and I'm getting used to it!

To my surprise, the game was still going on. "Wait isn't it supposed to be done?" I asked. "No, apparently Malt is still alive in there." Jazzie explained "not for long, Lost found him"
The game ended with them both spawning back, Malt was on his knees holding his stomach growling but he was trying to bare it. "Didn't even hold back, jesus" Late chuckled before approaching lost "lost you know he's in the same cause has mousey right?" "I know, I do not care" he responded with a cold look  "papaaaaa" eiichi went over to Malt worried "don't worry little one, I went through worst remember?" He laughed with a small glitched out voice resting his hand on the top of eiichi's head.

Second round started. This time I was the murderer, time to do it quickly but carefully. I immediately grabbed the knife and ran out to the office to take care of Nez who was the detective, he didn't even have time to react to shot me. Now that it was out of the way I went around stabbing eiichi, Mike, Jazzie and chasing down Lost. "Come hereeeee grandpaaaa" "shiiiiiittt" he kept running away "someone get the gun! It's mousey! BUT CAREFU-" I managed to throw the knife at the perfect angle. "Sorry!" And with that I kept looking for the rest.

Malt and Late were inside the office with Late holding the gun as he didn't trust Malt with the gun especially when I was the target to shoot. "How the heck do we shoot her without arming her too much if she keep moving.." he was trying his best to think of a way. "Just shoot her in the legs, easy" He recommended as he was sitting on the desk not really caring about the consequences.

"Guess it won't hurt to try" Late unlocked the door and called for Mousey "Over here little mouseeee!" I heard the call for my name as I rushed to the office with the knife giggling. I turned the corner to see Late standing there with the gun pointing directly at me. I got a little frightened but I knew he wouldnt try to put me in a coma like a certain someone who did before. I sprinted towards him ready to stab him as he was doing his best to not aim at my head. Taking the shot, I felt a shock of pain into my leg before collapsing to the floor screaming in pain. "Ow ow ow ow!!"
"What the..why didn't it work!?" Late rushed over throwing the gun down "Mousey you okay!? I shot you didn't I? Why isn't the game ending?" It was weird indeed, why wouldn't the game end?

Zalgo came over with the whiskey bottle "is it because the legs don't have a hit box?" She was hiding in the bathroom the entire time until she heard the commotion. "So we have to shoot her in the chest or above? That's bullshit!" Late exclaimed before he sighed. "Well I guess you can just st-" another shot was heard before the game actually ended this time. "YOU FUCKER!" Lost screamed before trying to punch Malt but he was ready for it and dodged it. "What? I just finished the game." "I SAID NOT IN THE HEAD!" He screamed at him. Jazzie softly lifted my body, I was still awake just a bit frozen from the pain but I was regenerating pretty fast. "I didn't shoot her in the head! I shot her in the shoulder! She'll be fine" he walked off to eiichi as he hugged him "hello papaaa" the dog said with a smile "hello son"

Lost went over worried "don't worry he's right, I'll be okay! It was in the shoulder, it doesn't hurt as much!" Jazzie dragged me out of the game match "you should Sit the next one out child, you can't even stand up" indeed, with my leg still feeling numb from that shot. I know certain points the gun shots doesn't count at all. The lower legs, hands and pretty sure if the gun is too close to the body it also doesn't.

Watching through the screen, we could see Eiichi was the murder and Malt being the detective, of course he would be just enjoying to watch his son going on a rampage. He really is taking this father role to heart. I can't blame him, ever since He didn't have a purpose anymore, taking this role became his only goal to feel like he's needed somewhere.