The world we fled too was simple and quiet. Just a small room living room filled with pillows and a huge window to show the night rain. There was also a room to the side that could be locked from the inside as like a private room kind of thing.
Late's POV
I spawned in last to already hear that drunk screaming, cries and more arguing. Malt was furiously punching walls while he was swearing out his reasoning behind his anger, Mousey was crying and josh and zalgo were trying to calm his ass down while trying to comfort the mouse. I had to take action now, also this is the perfect time to talk one on one with him. I just have to be careful, whatever he did to that guy, we wouldnt want that to happen. Before he could punch any more walls, i just grabbed him by the horn and dragged him to the private room. "LET GO OF ME YOU MOTHERFU-" i covered his mouth whenever we were in letting him squirm in my grip until he calmed down. It took a while, having him struggle like a child throwing a tantrum but his screaming soon came to an end. He still had that drunk look in his face but there was more, he seemed like he was upset, not upset about the fight but about something else.
I made sure to have the door locked so we wwouldnt be disturbed, usualy I'd make a flirty joke but i dont think It's the time to make him triggered. "you done?" i asked still having a strong grip on him. He didnt give a proper response but seeing all he was doing was breathing heavily and glaring at me kinda answered my question. "Good. Now. Keep calm, you're drunk and emotional. Don't even deny it, it's all over your face." I was expecting him to put up another fight but to my surprise he just gave up trying to struggle. After a few moments of silence, I let him freed for him to sit down against the wall. I knew I'd have to be patient with him and I was very much willing to do so.
"So let's get things straight first, we're in room, locked, only two of us, the others can't hear alright? Whatever is being said here will not come out of this room unless you want me too. I give you my word." He remained silent, I'll take it. "I'm not going to ask what happened back there, i dont believe it's your fault for snapping but I will point out that you drank an entire bottle of whiskey and I want to know what's wrong. Ever since we got Mousey back from that crazy bastard's house, you've been acting different." I took a seat infront of him, the expression in his face, a sad one, upset even. It seemed like he wanted to cry. He must've noticed that I could see it because he spawned his TV back into his face to cover it.
"Malt I may not know you personally like Mouse does but I can tell something big is bothering you, I would even say extremely bothering you. I usualy wouldn't force this but I think it's for the best, I'll sit here and wait until you feel like talking."
Zalgo's POV
They've been in that room for almost 20 minutes now, mouse and eiichi were basically glued together in a hug to calm down, they were both very worried for Malt and so was I. I tried to get in contact with Kratos to apologize about what happened and we would get in fixed in the meantime. By doing so, I was also able to get news from what happened to that guy. Oh geez..we'll have to explain it to him too now. Apparently, from what Kratos was told. The "stab" caused so much bright heavy particles or something, to which completely over-fried the guy's Vr set. I'm conclusion, like how a heavy crasher avatar works but even more powerful to the point where it just flat out exploded. God damnit Malt, how many other surprises do you have? For now this isn't important. We'll just have to wait for them both to come out.
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The Real Virtuality
RandomThis is just a story ive made up in my mind, just for the fun of it. If this ever goes out public, I will not share the full usernames of these ppl. This is all made up and nothing happened like this. It's just a big imagination of a dream ive been...