Part 22

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It was around 7pm and I was currently cooking dinner, a simple dish of butter chicken with rice. My phone was playing music loudly beside me, and I was singing along loudly, as I always did.

Singing was my passion, what I wanted to do for a living as a child. I had a natural talent for it but had progressed a lot when I'd taken singing lessons for years when I was younger.

Swinging my hips, I stirred around the almost finished dish, before skipping towards the fridge, empty wine glass in hand.

Pulling out my drink, I filled the glass with what was left of the bottle, pouting as I sat the empty container on the sink.

Switching off the gas on the stove, I sipped my at the liquid in hand before sitting in down.

Pirouetting poorly, I stopped and booty dropped in time with the song, giggling to myself. Pulling up the band of my blue to purple gradient leggings while wiggling my bum, I started laughing harder.

At what? I wasn't entirely sure. But it was funny.

I put my food into a bowl and grabbed a fork, carrying it and my glass to the counter like bench along the wall of my kitchen. Turning and grabbing my phone, I sat to eat.

As I ate, I flicked through notifications, replying to friends and checking things. I hadn't told anyone about what had happened with the game, and I had no intentions of doing so. They wouldn't believe it anyway.

I hadn't gotten any messages from the guys, including in the group conversation, they were probably busy though so I didn't mind at all.

After nearly no time at all, I finished my food and, to my disappointment, my glass of wine.

Taking the stuff over to the sink, I began to gather all the dirty things to wash. When everything was piled at the side, I started the water running and put in the wash soap then made my way over to the fridge.

With an evil grin, I pulled out a mud shake cruiser I had left over from a work party two weeks back. I'd only brought them as a casual drink and three of four had been left over. I didn't actually drink often at all, so a lot of the time I had things left over that just went to the fridge.

Opening it and taking a sip, I grinned. Man these are good, you can't even taste the alcohol side.

Turning the tap off, I changed playlist on my phone to my party one, and swung my butt back and forth as I washed things. Occasionally singing into my fist as if I were holding a microphone.

When everything was done and I was sitting on the couch with three empty cruiser bottles next to me, I yawned loudly. I still need to catch up with the videos I missed over the week.

Bringing up a new BasicallyIDoWrk video, I laid down with my phone in front of my face.

It was only moments before my eyes fluttered shut and darkness consumed me.

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The loud sound of a train rumbling past had me frowning as I curled into a tighter ball. Somewhere to my left, I could hear strange laughter and random grunts, sparking my curiosity.

The air smelt damp and almost stale and it was cold, and when I opened my eyes all I saw was the bottom of a cement platform.

Looking down, I noticed a pink onesie covering my body, it's zipper running down my front. The feet were covered, as were the hands which were fitted like gloves. Reaching up, I felt what felt like dog ears.

A man with two blank eyes ran around the corner pausing a few steps from me. He was covered in a yellow fox onesie, which kind of reminded me of pikachu.

Giggling at the thought, I pushed my drunken self to my feet, stumbling towards the character in front of me.

Wrapping my hand around his arm, I admired the fluffiness of the yellow clothing, cooing at the adorable creature.

I wonder if I look that cute?

Lifting my hands up to my cheeks, I smooshed them together creating a fish lip look. While my hands were up I noticed a familiar watch wrapped around the same arm as before. How hadn't I noticed that?

Stumbling toward the light, I came out beside some stairs, jumping as another train passed in front of me.

Oh! I'm in a subway. I know this place! It's that game!

Giggling again at my thoughts, I placed my palm against the wall to try to balance myself, and moved to the front of the stairs.

In front of me was a flurry of colours, multiple different characters leaping at each other and throwing punches, grunting and laughing.

As I sat on a step, I noticed the pikachu had followed me around. This was meant to be Cartoonz right? Was this another 8 player Gang beasts?

A yellow hand reached out and grabbed onto a piece of my pink onesie, pulling me towards him.

I laughed at the action, falling into its arms and wrapping my own around it.

Sitting my chin on his shoulder, I noticed most of the fighting had stopped now, the characters standing mostly still aside from some flailing limbs, and a red dinosaur head banging at the side.

A purple chicken started walking towards us, a hand raising to point at my arms. Frowning, I looked where he pointed, lifting the arm on top to wiggle it, eyebrows raised.

There was no response, so I let go of Cartoonz and stepped away, raising the other arm with the watch, and shook it in question instead.

Immediately, the chicken headbanged as if nodding, and I snorted in reply. Wiggling the other arm again, I frowned at it, then at him.

I waited a moment, before lifting the watch arm again, pointing at it. And again, purple chicken 'nodded', bopping comically up and down.

Unable to hold in my laughter, I burst out into hysterics, stumbling backwards and landing on my butt on the stairs. Something had cushioned the fall?

Reaching back, I noticed a tail much to my delight, and I swung it back and forth in my hands as I continued to laugh.

As I settled a bit, watching a blue chicken and brown bear climb the wall near the back, I lifted up my watch and brought up the menu.

This time, it was all different. Clicking on a bar labelled 'settings', I blinked at the options. Rubbing my eyes for a second, I forced them to focus on the words before me.

'Microphone audio; off'

Assuming it meant theirs, because I didn't have one, I switched it across to on.

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So, is it ok involving other games too? I've been toying with the idea since before starting the book. I wanted to but wasn't sure if I should keep it to gta... Thoughts?

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