New Game

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Signe doesn't exist in this story don't be pissed

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Craaaappppp I'm way off schedule.

I position myself in my chair and quickly pick a game off steam.

Mark told me about this weird game one time so I search it up.

My Game

No description, no author listed, and listed under romance, horror, and humor? 

There were a couple warnings about sensitive topics but at this point I didn't care.

I hit downloaded and fixed up my camera.

Huh? It downloaded already?

....

Awesome!

I clicked it open and see a girl standing in front of a house.

Wow.

She looks so life like.

And beautiful.

She has Y/HC hair and Y/EC eyes.

She's wearing a grey sweater and jeans.

Her hair down.

( SORRY IF YOU HAVE SHORT HAIR OR A PIXIE CUT BUT YOUR HAIR IS LIKE MEDIUM CUT HERE)

I look to the camera and start it.

I clap my hands in front of the camera and then high five the air.

" TOP OF THE MORNIN TO YA LADDIES! My name is Jacksepticeye and today we're gonna be playing a game called...My Game. Weird I know right? Merk told me I should play this game so I'm doing it....WOOT HI MERK! Alright let's start."

Click Play To Start was flashing red on my screen.

I clicked start and the screen turned black.

" Hello Sean." The voice said.

" Wooooooahhh that's creepy as sh*t." I said.

" My name is Y/N and this is my game." Y/Ns voice said.

" Guys I'm just like imagining the girl voicing this in like a dark room with a mic like Jello Sean my name is bla and this is my gayme" ( yes I did that on purpose ) 

I let out a laugh as the game loads again.

" Control me using your controller duh." The voice said.

I figured out the controls really quickly even though it gave no instructions.

( okay so whenever the character talks it's gonna be in italics now and I'm not gonna put" when jacks recording )

I'm so tired of going to school.

Me too.

I don't like school. Oh wait.. I stopped going to school a while ago. WHOOPS!

I made her walk towards the closet and it said change clothes.

I pressed Y and she started changing. Like actually undressing and putting on different clothes.

Hey don't watch you perv!

Wait what ? Is someone watching in the game.

I took the eye icon and looked around the room.

No there's nothing in the window or door.

KEEP LOOKING THAT WAY SO I CAN CHANGE IN PEACE

This game has so much detail.

Like I'm not looking at her but I can see the clothes moving.

( other character)

Morning Y/N

Oh crap my brother woke up hurry and help me put him to sleep.

I use the controller to make her run to the bed and press X violently until the brother goes to sleep.

I see a small box in the corner of the screen that says objectives.

Objective complete get ready to school.

END OF HOUR ONE.

" THATS IT! This game is sucky.

Thanks Merk for making me play a game that sucks."

I flip off the camera.

" Okay guys I think I'm gonna end this video here. I know it's kinda shirt but I'll upload some HAPPY WHEEEELSSSS to make up for it so.

PUNCH THAT LIKE BUTTON IN THE FACE

LIKE A BOSSSSS AND

high fives all around

WHUPISH WHUPISH

THANK YOU AND I WILL SEE ALL YOU DUDES IN THE NEXT VIDEO!"

I turn off the camera and send the video to robin.

Bird: Dude this video is cool and sucks at the same time. Sure you want me to upload it?

Spediceye: uh yeah. I wouldn't have sent it if it was that bad lol

Bird: okay. I'll get 2 editing, BYE SPEDICEYE

Spediceye: BYE BIRD

I get up from the chair and I was about to close the door when..

SEAN DONT GO! PLEASE AT LEAST FINISH THE REST OF THE DAY! YOU ONLY FINISHED THE FIRST HOUR!

What?

I turn around and look at the computer.

" Did you just focking talk?"

The computer doesn't respond.

I must be tired.

I leave the room and lay down for an hour.

I'm not a napper so I just scrolled through twitter and instagram.

That game was weird.

Suddenly I get text from mark.

Markimoo: I SAID DONT PLAY THE GAME YOU IDIOT

Booper Dooper: Oh.. whoopsies too late. AND DONT CALL ME AN IDIOT YOU IDIOT

Whatever I want som cookies.





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