CyberAttack 3

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(Third Person POV)
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New Home
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Sitting down, Other Alan put pen to paper.

'Entry 19

Been at least three weeks since I've retired. Everything feels so much better, so I should log it down here. A journal. I've heard journals help with mental stuff, so even though my handwriting sucks, I'll write anyway.

Things have been great. After sorting out our money and such, me and DJ bought a house and we're roommates. I've started learning how to animate. Chosen has been helping me. He was glad to hear I was ok after the whole situation. DJ is going back to school and is working to become a lawyer. A defense attorney, if you will. I'm thankful we're roommates. We've been making up for a lot of lost time. (also, I found out he has a dog???? what? It's a corgi dog, he's adorable.)

One thing hasn't changed, though. We're still as much as nerds as we used to be.

Considering the time that passed, that's hilarious.

I abandoned my old laptop in favor of a new computer. It's a fresh start. I might take that old thing apart and sell computer parts in our next yard sale, of course after I do a memory wipe.

BlueScreen still lives with us, but she has reverted to a docile computer program. Such a good kitty. Chosen still loves playing with her with his own laser eyes. :)

As for the Resistance? We finally made peace and ended our war. They live in their Sanctuary, now that it's empty because of everyone's homes being brought back. I gave them a small gift. A replica of their house.. just a little bit bigger.. with a lot more stuff in it. Maybe I overdid it, but hey, I felt bad.

Victim.. hasn't talked to us yet. He said he wanted some time away to consider his options. I understood. As far as I know, he's living with the Resistance. I hope he's happy.. and maybe one day he'll come back. Only time will tell.

We haven't contacted the other universe as of now, so they probably still think I'm evil and stuff, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Everything is good, but I don't think this will be the end of our adventures. Just.. well.. a new chapter.'

"Alan!" Other DJ yelled out. "Hurry up! Movie is about to start!"

"Sorry, coming!" Other Alan closed his journal and stood up, racing to the living room. "Been waiting for this thing to come out for a while."

"Yeah, don't want you to mis- ah, crap." Other DJ looked around him. "Forgot the popcorn. Could you go get it? It should be in the microwave."

"I guess."

Other Alan circled back around and walked into the kitchen. Spotting the microwave, he reached out to grab the handle. All of a sudden, he felt sparks betweens his hand and then..

BOOM

An explosion came from the kitchen.

"Alan?!" Other DJ stood up. "Alan, what happened?!"

There wasn't a response. Silently cursing to himself, he got up and walked over to the kitchen, eyes widening at the scene before him.

Something, most likely the microwave, exploded. Other Alan was up against the wall across from it. The wall behind him was slightly broken.

"Oh my god, Alan! Hey!"

He knelt down and shook him, pulling out his phone to call emergency services.

That was when he saw his friend's wrist.

The veins were green and glowing.