Your phone buzzes again in your pocket and you scramble to take it out, hoping to see something to alleviate the heavy dread weighing down your lungs. You hope to see a text message from him but, alas, it's just a wild-eyed selfie posted for the world to see on Twitter.
Why would you think he would want to talk to you? At this point, you would be surprised to even find him at the convention; he will probably spend all three days hiding from you like a petulant child.
You run into the Bacca at a vending machine, his dark eyes settled in their unsettling way on a gap between the whirring behemoths, and you get the feeling that he has no intention of paying for that Monster. You wave at him and he tilts his head in your general direction, his face not quite in the shape of a smile. You decide to let him be and keep walking toward the demo booths, semi-waving at other YouTubers who are waving enthusiastically at you, feeling guilty that you can't remember (or simply don't know) their many names.
There! - in the invisible yet uncrossable line between indie games and overproduced franchise booths is a little coffee shop that looks like it belongs in a suburban shopping mall. And standing in line with his phone in his face is Preston.
You don't want to start a scene, but you both know that you need to talk about this someday. Is today that day, or would you rather just hop in a canoe and paddle away?
Choose to keep walking and find the demo for Truthwatcher 3 - go to Peach
Choose to corner him while you have the chance - go to Debauchery
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The Rat in the Maze (Poofless-esque)
FanfictionYou know he doesn't love you - so it he worth taking a bullet for? A Poofless short story in the form of a choose-your-own-adventure book. While this is not my best work, it was very entertaining to make and I might do more projects in this format i...
