Hidden Destinys || RDR2 - Arthur Morgan x OC ||

1. Glitches...

Emma Grace's apartment was a sanctuary—a small, dimly lit room that offered her escape from the outside world. The gentle hum of her gaming rig was a constant, soothing presence in the background. Her apartment was a testament to her passion for gaming and the many hours she had spent exploring virtual worlds.

The walls were adorned with posters that showcased her favorite games—vivid depictions of fantastical landscapes, epic battles, and beloved characters. Above her desk, a large poster of Arthur Morgan, the rugged protagonist of Red Dead Redemption 2, dominated the space. Arthur's weathered face stared out from the poster, his intense gaze capturing the spirit of the wild west. Beside it hung a collection of framed game art prints, each one showcasing different game environments and iconic moments.

Shelves ran along one side of the room, filled with game boxes and collectibles. Each item was meticulously arranged, displaying her love for the medium. Small action figures of characters from various games stood guard on the shelves, their plastic forms frozen in mid-action poses. A detailed model of Arthur's horse, Buell, reared up on its hind legs, its glossy finish catching the dim light. A series of collectible steelbook cases lined the top shelf, showcasing the art of Red Dead Redemption 2, The Witcher 3, and other favorite games.

A well-worn gamer's chair was placed in front of a large desk, its fabric faded from years of use but still comfortable. The chair had been Emma's steadfast companion through countless gaming sessions, and its worn edges were a testament to her dedication. The desk was cluttered with game controllers, empty coffee mugs, and a few crumpled snacks wrappers, remnants of long nights spent immersed in virtual adventures.

The only source of light in the room came from the soft, radiant glow of her monitor. The monitor's screen was bathed in the warm hues of a digital campfire, casting a gentle, flickering light across Emma's face as she sat cross-legged in the chair. The soft, orange glow illuminated the room, creating a cocoon of warmth in the midst of the darkened space.

Emma had settled into her gaming routine for the evening. Her dark hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few stray strands falling over her face as she concentrated. Her eyes, focused and determined, moved rapidly across the screen as she guided Arthur Morgan through the snow-covered landscape of Colter. She wore a cozy, oversized sweater and comfortable sweatpants—perfect attire for an evening of gaming.

She gripped the Xbox controller with practiced ease, her fingers moving fluidly over the analog sticks and buttons. The tactile feel of the controller was familiar and comforting, the worn buttons and thumbsticks a reminder of many hours spent exploring the world of Red Dead Redemption 2. The soft hum of the gaming rig and the occasional click of the controller were the only sounds in the room, creating a serene atmosphere that allowed her to immerse herself fully in the game.

Arthur Morgan's rugged figure was illuminated by the soft light of a campfire in the game, his face marked by the harsh realities of the wild west. The snowflakes that fell around him were rendered with incredible detail, their delicate forms dancing in the twilight of the virtual world. Emma's gaze was fixed on the screen as she guided Arthur's horse through the cold, treacherous paths of the mountains, her movements precise and deliberate.

"Alright, Arthur," she murmured, her voice a gentle whisper as though speaking too loudly might shatter the illusion. "Let's get this mission done. We've got a long ride ahead of us." Her eyes scanned the snowy landscape, taking in the intricate details of the world around her. The snow-covered ground was a pristine expanse of white, dotted with the occasional dark rock or twisted tree. The blizzard outside her window mirrored the storm within the game, the swirling snowflakes creating a sense of isolation and danger.